#daddy seventeen

[svtiddiess]

Nom Nom

Synopsis: After what seems like years of asking, your boyfriend has finally allowed you to bite his tiddies.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: suggestive, series, established relationship

Rating: suggestive/mature

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: biting, marking, nipple play, dry humping, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This is kind of a continuation of the boyfriend texts post, but it's not really necessary to read it! It will help with some context though!

Thank you so much to @seokgyuu for beta reading!

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You giggle to yourself as you enter your shared apartment. You can't believe Seungcheol actually agreed to it; after what seems like months of asking, he's finally agreed to let you bite his tiddies. Although you had to admit you were only joking when you asked him those 500 or so times, you were actually kind of excited to finally have this opportunity.

As you enter the living room, you find Seungcheol seated on the couch in an oversized hoodie with a pout plastered on his face. You look at him quizzically as you approach him.

"I thought I asked you to be prepped and ready on the bed," you huff, half-joking with him.

He looks up at you with wide eyes, his pout somehow deepening. "You were actually serious about that?" he asks, exasperated.

"Of course I was serious," you scoff. "When am I ever not serious?"

"Pretty much all the time," he huffs. You let out a small "hey" and playfully hit his shoulder.

"Now stop dilly-dallying and go lie down on the bed," you demand, crossing your arms. He lets out a whine and wraps his arms around your torso, snuggling his face into your abdomen.

"Princess," he whines, then looks up at you with puppy eyes. "Please don't do this to me," he pleads.

"Nope, not happening. No amount of whining and pouting is getting you out of this Cheollie. It's too late now. You already agreed to it," you look down at him and grin. He groans and hides his face in your abdomen.

"Now chop chop. Or else no kisses for a week," you state. His head jerks up, and his eyes widen.

"No kisses for a week?!" He exclaims.

"Princess, you can't do this to me!" He complains.

"I can and I will," you huff. "Now hurry up!"

With a final grumble, he reluctantly lets go of you and stands up.

"Please let Cheollie go," he pouts and cups your face.

"Cheollie is about to get his ass whooped if he doesn't get on the bed within the next five seconds," you sarcastically grin.

Shoulders slumping at his last ditch effort, he makes his way to the bedroom with you closely following behind.

He sits on the bed, fidgeting with his fingers while staring at the floor. You giggle at how shy he seems.

"Well, what're you waiting for? Strip," you smirk.

He looks at you with a pout, a blush dusting his cheeks as he slowly reaches for the hem of his hoodie. He slowly pulls off his hoodie and quickly covers his chest with his arms, causing you to laugh. Your boyfriend, who was usually dominant in bed, is now acting like a shy virgin; you can't help but laugh at his actions.

"Stop laughing," he whines, blushing harder.

"I can't help it," you giggle. "You're acting like I've never seen you naked before."

"Well, it feels weird, okay?" He grumbles with a pout.

You can't help but coo at him. You move to straddle his lap and cup his blushing face.

"I promise I'll be gentle. You can ask me to stop anytime," you whisper. You lean in to gently kiss him as reassurance that you won't do anything he's uncomfortable with.

"Now, lean against the headboard," you murmur. You get off his lap to allow him to lean against the headboard and get comfortable.

Once he's comfortable, you straddle his waist and start leaving wet kisses along his jaw, helping him relax. You smile to yourself when you feel him slowly relax under you.

Slowly making your way to his lips, you capture them into a passionate kiss, moaning at the feeling of his tongue against yours. You lightly grind against him, causing him to groan into your mouth.

You pull away from him, both of you panting. He looks incredible beneath you, his eyes dazed, lips swollen, and breathless. You shift to leave kisses down his neck, your teeth grazing against his skin.

You hear his breath hitch when you reach his chest. They feel so firm beneath you that you can’t resist moving your hands to squeeze them.

"Princess," he groans.

"God, I love how firm your chest feels," you whine, squeezing him harder.

You lean down to lick one of his nipples, causing him to shut his eyes and moan out loud.

"F-Fuck princess," he groans as you start sucking on the bud.

He throws his head back and shuts his eyes when he feels your teeth lightly digging into his skin. You start sucking on the bud, causing him to let out a string of curses. After finishing marking the bud, you move on to the other one, giving it equal attention. He lets out a loud groan when you pinch his puffed-up nipple. You feel his bulge growing as he ruts against you.

"Feel good Cheollie?" You purr after sitting up to look at him.

"Feels so good princess," he moans, eyes screwed shut.

You grin, then lean down to start marking his chest. He lets out a long groan and arches his back. Small pants and moans escape his lips as your marks get deeper and rougher. Blotches of red and purple slowly bloom across his chest, painting it with your mark. His hips jerk up, and a whimper escapes his lips when you bite down particularly hard.

Enjoying his reactions, you continue to abuse his chest, savouring every moment. You lean back to take a minute and cherish your work. You beam when you see his chest covered in bruises, bites, and saliva.

"Look at me Cheollie," you purr. He opens his eyes to look at you, his eyes blown out and a fucked out expression on his face.

"Are you alright baby?" You murmur, caressing his flushed cheeks. He nods breathlessly, the corner of his lips lifting up into a fucked out smile.

Just then, an idea strikes you, and you smirk before leaning in close to his ear.

"I'm going to mark you with my initials," you purr. "After all, an artist has to sign their painting to show who it belongs to, right baby?" You giggle. You feel his dick twitch at your words.

"You like that Cheollie? You like being marked by me?" You smirk. He lets out a soft whimper and grinds against you, causing you to let out a giggle.

"I am an artist, and you are my canvas baby," you whisper before shifting back to his chest.

You lean down and begin biting and sucking the skin, marking your initials into his left chest cause it's closer to his heart, making sure they take up most of the space. You have to show him and everyone else who belongs in his heart, of course. You hear him moan and groan under you, his hands on your hips to keep you steady. After embedding your initials into his skin, you sit up and admire your handiwork.

You look down and pout, still unsatisfied with your work, feeling like something was missing. That's when it hits you; you giggle as you lean back down to encapsulate your initials with a heart.

"Princess, what—" his question is abruptly cut off by a moan as you bite down harder than usual, silently asking him to simply let you do what you want.

You sit up after finishing the heart, finally satisfied with your work.

"So pretty Cheollie," you purr as you gently trace your fingers across your artwork. "I need to take a picture."

"A picture?" he asks, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

"Of course! I need to forever encapsulate my masterpiece after all," you giggle. You shift to reach for your phone on the side table, causing him to groan.

"Princess, you're killing me here," he mutters.

"Hush! I'm busy taking pretty pictures of my pretty man," you grin as you proceed to take multiple pictures of him.

Your words make him blush, and you squeal, thrilled that the pictures are turning out even better than you expected. He looks so pretty with your mark on him, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes dazed. You're definitely going to use them as your wallpaper for a while.

"Enough," he growls, snatching your phone and tossing it back onto the table. You let out a gasp when he suddenly flips you over, him now on top of you.

"I've let you have your fun, but now it's my turn."

[hoshifighting]

fucking with jihoon where he goes slow enough to let you breathe, but goes so so SO deep that you're left speechless, with an empty brain. and he is so mean... he makes fun of you for not being able to think anymore and makes you say loud and clear that you are only his.

dumbification with woozi

WARNINGS: smut, dumbification, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

jihoon had you in ruins, actually fucking ruins.

his thrusts were brain-melting, everytime he thrusted in and back, you felt every-inch sliding through the thin skin of your folds, then to the gummy walls. each time his cock disappeared into you completely, sinking his weight on you, your thighs trembled like they were trying to short-circuit, trying to adjust to the fullness. and it wasn’t even because he was trying to be nice about it. no. he was taking his time because he enjoyed watching you break.

“you good, baby?” jihoon’s voice was that compound of mocking and sweetness that had your head spinning. he knew you weren’t good. your legs were locked around his waist, toes curling every time he pressed all the way in. he was seated so deep inside you, it was like he was trying to kiss your cervix with every shove of his cock.

“f-fuck,” you stuttered. you reached for his wrist, gripping it like it was salvation.

“what’s that?” he teased, dipping his head to brush his lips against your ear. “didn’t catch that, angel.”

his hips rolled again, the full length of him sinking in slow, and you swore you saw stars. your brain short-circuited the second his pelvis met yours, and a high-pitched hiccup escaped you, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

“oh my god, jihoon,” you slurred.

he chuckled, so condescending it made your insides twist. “what happened to all that attitude you had earlier, huh? thought you were gonna ruin me tonight?” he smirked, pulling back slightly just to slam back in to the base, drawing a yelp from you. “look at you now. can’t even talk.”

your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, desperate for something to anchor you. “i-i can—”

“can what?” he interrupted, cutting you off with another deep thrust that made your back arch completely off the bed. your mouth opened, but no sound came out, and he noticed, of course he fucking noticed.

“aw, poor thing,” he cooed, slowing down to that same excruciatingly deep pace. his eyes burned into yours, watching every shudder that passed through you. “can’t even think straight, can you?”

you shook your head, whining helplessly as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. the stretch, the depth—was literally fucking with you.

jihoon’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, his other hand gripping your thigh tightly to keep you in place. “what’s that? nothing to say now?”

“y-you’re so mean ji,” you hiccuped.

his smirk widened, and he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. “mean? baby, I’m making you feel this good, and you’re calling me mean?”

your nails raked down his back as his hips snapped forward again, the slow drag of his cock against your walls making you choke out a broken moan. he pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. “say it,” he demanded, his voice dropping an octave. “say you’re mine. right now.”

your brain struggled to process his words.

his hand slid to your throat, not squeezing, just holding you in place as his thrusts deepened even more. “you forget how to talk already? that’s cute... but i’m waiting, angel. say it, or I’m stopping.”

“no! no, don’t stop!” you cried out desperate.

“then say it,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“i’m yours, ji,” you gasped, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body trembled uncontrollably. “only yours, always yours..”

his smirk softened, his hand tightening just slightly on your thigh as he rolled his hips again, this time pulling an outright sob from your throat. “that’s my good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

you could merely respond, your mind completely blank except for him, the way he filled you, the way he owned every inch of you.

jihoon pulled back to look at you, so full of pride. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he draws back, slow as molasses, and then thrusts forward again—just as deep

you shook your head weakly, unable to do anything but cling to him as he continued to fuck you with that same devastating pace.

“good,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “now, let me hear you scream my name when you come.”

“ji-hoon—!”

“you can remember my name, hm? bet that’s the only thing in that pretty little head of yours right now.

your hands fly up to grab his neck, hair, skin, needing something to hold onto, but he just chuckles, low and mean.

“aw, is it too much?” he teases, his hand slides down to grip your thigh, pinning it against his side. “you’re shaking so much, baby. can’t even keep those legs steady for me.”

you don’t even notice the tears slipping down your cheeks until his thumb brushes them away. “mine...” he mutters one last time, his voice sounding as a self-belief as he buries himself to the hilt and stays there, holding you against him as your orgasm makes your ears ring.

[smileysuh]

after the seminar

🌙 staring. Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. In truth, Wonwoo has been tired. You haven’t fucked since the first night of the seminar, and although that was only two days ago, you’re definitely feeling the loss. On top of that, being wined and dined and looked after always makes you hornier than usual, and Wonwoo has been extra ‘husband’ today. He’s just so perfect. Well-mannered, kind, educated- God, you want him so bad.

tw/cw. sugar daddy Wonwoo, gentleman in the streets/softdom in the sheets, reader doesn't want to make choices, daddy/control kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral, blow job, deep throating, dirty talk, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, holding hands while fucking, implied breeding/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) daddy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k

🍭 aus. sugar daddy au, established relationship, fiance!Wonwoo, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know not everyone is into this level of sugar daddy control, but I think there's something to be said about the trust that reader has for Wonwoo. Sometimes I just wanna shut up and let a man do all the work, and today, that man is Wonwoo

Wonwoo’s had few loves in his life. During university, he’d had a love for law, a need to do what was right. In his thirties, he’d found a new soulmate in legislative procedures related to the sustainability and efficiency of whole cities. Finance had been another long-winded lover, and now, on the cusp of forty, Wonwoo’s found the one thing in the world he loves most, you.

Holding your hand while he drives through the city, Wonwoo can’t help but keep some of his attention on you. 

Dressed in a tight-fitting red dress he’d bought you for your six-month anniversary in Paris, with your hair and makeup done, you look as stunning as ever. There’s a fat rock on your wedding finger, an engagement ring signifying his loyalty to you, and Wonwoo can’t help himself but play with it a little anytime your hands are linked.

As he makes a turn onto a busy street, the sun practically blinds him, and Wonwoo immediately lets go of you to adjust his visor. You make no movement, so he pulls yours down too, enjoying the way you flash him a small smile and whisper a ‘thank you.’

“You look lost in thought,” he muses, having noted your gaze fixed on the sidewalk trees passing by outside your window. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking about seminar topics,” you admit. 

Over the past three days, you’ve accompanied him to multiple talks focused on accessibility, affordability, and green solutions within cities like yours. Tonight marks the last evening of the event, and the two of you are headed to a meet-up with some of Wonwoo’s closest lawyer friends. 

Wonwoo loves how diligently you’ve thrown yourself into his work-focused world. Not only do you attend the seminars with him, but you truly make an effort to learn, and that’s never more obvious than when conversing with his colleagues.

Wonwoo’s best friend, Kim Mingyu, has entertained a string of sugar baby relationships, and despite inviting three or four of those women to events like the one you’ve just accompanied Wonwoo to, none of Mingyu’s girls ever took to it the way you do.

You’re one of a kind, and Wonwoo knows how lucky he is to have you.

“I’m sure Seungcheol will have a few things to say about the housing crisis talk,” Wonwoo notes. Choi Seungheol, who had started in law and made the leap to real estate. He now owns half of the new developments being built downtown, and Wonwoo knows this will spur a contentious discussion later.

“He can’t argue with the stats,” you sigh, turning to look at Wonwoo, who threads his fingers with yours again. 

“He can try,” Wonwoo smiles softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

You return the smile, turning your attention out the window again. 

You’re not voicing anything, but Wonwoo can read you like a book. It used to be his job to pay attention to body language, and while he tries to stay humble, people have called him something of a mind reader.

“It’s been an exhausting three days,” he notes. “We don’t have to be out for long tonight, I’m sure we both need our rest.”

“Hansol flies to New York tomorrow morning,” you remind him. “I want you to have as much time with him as you need before he’s gone.”

Your relationship is always something like this, the two of you caring for each other so deeply that you constantly make small concessions. As always, though, the ball is in Wonwoo’s court. He appreciates the way you can feel to him like an intellectual equal while still being submissive in other senses, although he never abuses this power over you.

He’ll keep an eye on you tonight, and when he notices you getting tired, or your energy depleting, he’ll excuse the both of you from drinks and take you back to his place. Then, he’ll take care of you in the ways only he knows how. 

You love Wonwoo. You love him for the big things, his character, his good heart- but you love him for the little things too, the way nothing slips past his line of focus. He’s always a hundred percent on and present with you, holding open every door, guiding you by the small of your back, and pulling out your chair first when you join his friends on the top floor restaurant in the most expensive hotel in the city.

“You look amazing,” Mingyu compliments you, flashing you a toothy grin before standing to greet Wonwoo with a hug. “You definitely know how to pick them,” he praises his friend.

“And look at that ring,” Seungcheol has zeroed in on the diamond on your finger, and he reaches across the table to take your hand and get a better look at it. Wonwoo’s eldest friend has always had an eye for luxury, and he studies the oval rock and silver-colored band. “I’d ask if this is sterling,” he muses, ��but if I were a betting man, which I am, I’d say it’s white gold.” 

Seungcheol lifts his eyes to meet yours, waiting for an affirmative, which you give with a nod. “You know your metals, Mister Choi.”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” he lifts your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers, “It’s Seungcheol.” 

“Stop flirting with Wonwoo’s girl,” Hansol tuts, pushing at Seungcheol’s shoulder.

The elder man makes a face, brushing off his expensive suit. “Not flirting,” he clarifies. “Although,” his gaze shifts to you again, “if you have any hot friends-”

“Aish,” Wonwoo has rejoined the conversation after greeting Mingyu, and he takes the seat next to you, his arm casually coming around the back of your chair to pull you closer. “What have I told you about asking her for favors?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Sungcheol sighs, sitting back and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “She’s one in a million, aren’t ya, little miss future Jeon to be?”

“Try one in a billion,” Wonwoo corrects, hand finding your thigh now that he’s pulled you close enough. “Have you three ordered drinks yet?”

“We were waiting on you,” Mingyu says, handing Wonwoo a cocktail menu, which he settles between you both so you can also read it. “Their margaritas are pretty good.”

You quickly find a drink you’d like to try, and you wordlessly reach out a manicured nail to tap on it. Wonwoo follows your motion, giving a curt nod, then he leans in to press his lips to your cheek. He waves down the waiter a moment later, and orders you your drink, sparing you the socialization.

This is yet another one of those little things Wonwoo does for you that you find incredibly sexy, and you tuck closer to him, placing your hand over his own on your thigh. 

“We should talk about the elephant in the room,” Mingyu sighs, drawing all eyes. You have no idea what he’s about to say, and then he hits the four of you with, “Cheol, you have to admit your new high rises aren’t sustainable or affordable.”

“They’re called luxury suits for a reason,” Seungcheol scoffs. “I’m not in the business of affordable housing.” 

Wonwoo grins next to you, looking down and squeezing your hand gently. It’s funny how amusing he finds this whole thing. 

“Don’t smirk like that, Woo,” Seungcheol tuts. “As if you didn’t do a walk-through of a penthouse suite in my new highrise last week.” 

This is news to you, and you turn to look at your boyfriend. You’re generally not one to question him, and luckily you don’t have to, because Kim Mingyu is just as nosey as you’d sometimes like to be. “You checked out a penthouse? I thought you loved your apartment?”

“I’ve had it for years,” Wonwoo says, and you can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. “However, I can admit that the amenities at Cheol’s new builds are quite impressive.”

“Amenities,” Seungcheol scoffs. “As if that’s what you were actually interested in.”

The two powerful men share a look, and it’s a battle of wills that makes your heart thump loudly in your chest. 

What was Wonwoo interested in?

He’s never talked to you about moving, and you’ve been living with him for nearly a year. Besides, Mingyu’s right, Wonwoo adores his apartment. He’s had it forever and it’s decorated exactly the way he likes it. Your bedroom is a lovely corner location with views of the whole city, and his home office is a sanctuary you’ve loved to desecrate. 

“We’ll talk about this more another time,” Wonwoo says finally, looking up as your waiter appears with a tray of drinks. 

Your cocktail is set in front of Wonwoo, and he gently pushes it toward you before reaching down to give your thigh a squeeze under the table. He picks up his Old Fashioned with his free hand, and Seungcheol raises his own glass in a toast. “To friends and new engagements!”

Seungcheol nods to you before taking a sip of his scotch, and it fills your body with heat to know his friends truly respect and like you. They’re happy to have you joining as a permanent member of their social sphere. 

You place your hand on top of Wonwoo’s as you bring your cocktail to your lips. 

The discussion moves to details about sustainability, and the men at the table trade opinions on the seminars. Mingyu is fast in his manner of speaking, always intent to prove his point. Cheol is loud and boisterous, scoffing at opinions that don’t align with his own. Hansol is often quiet, but he makes good notes ever so often, and they make the whole table sit and think. And your Wonwoo is as calm and judicial as always, listening to his friends with a contemplative expression even while his thumb draws small circles on your thigh. 

You give your own two cents a few times, and your musings are always the most well-received. None of the men at the table are about to pick a fight with you, and they’re attentive whenever you open your mouth, nodding and making one or two comments before getting heated with each other again. 

The waiter comes and Seungcheol orders a few appetizers while Wonwoo opens the menu for you. When Wonwoo begins to list three of his own items, you tap your finger on the one you’d like most and he voices that as well.

God, how you love the fact that you only have to lift one little finger with Wonwoo while he does the rest. You really aren’t in a super talkative mood, especially when it comes to mundane tasks like ordering food and drinks. You save your voice to join in on the intellectual conversation taking place, and you prefer things this way.

Seungcheol and Wonwoo begin to argue over rezoning laws, and Hansol turns toward you, leaning closer. “Congratulations on your engagement,” he smiles. 

“Thank you,” you grin back. 

“Have you guys talked about wedding plans yet?”

Out of all the people in the world, you didn’t think Chwe Hansol would be one of the first to ask you about wedding details. 

“We’re thinking destination,” you admit.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Hansol laughs. “And an expensive honeymoon too I bet.” 

“Of course,” you grin, playing with the stem of your cocktail glass. “Although, if I’m being honest…” you lean closer to Hansol, lowering your voice while Wonwoo and Seungcheol continue to argue, “as much as I like the lifestyle I have with Wonwoo, you know I’m happy just to be with him.”

“But the expensive trips are a bonus I bet,” Hansol grins. 

“I mean… would you say no to a trip to the Maldives?” 

Wonwoo’s friend shakes his head, still smiling. “Never.”

“When are you going to find someone?” you ask. Out of all of Wonwoo’s close friends, Hansol is the most level-headed. He’s stable, and kind, and if you weren’t so into Wonwoo, you’d even admit Hansol is quite handsome in his own way. 

“Someday,” Hansol sighs. “Maybe you’ll have cute bridesmaids at your wedding.”

“I’ll put in a good word for you,” you assure him. 

Hansol laughs. “I’d appreciate that.”

Food begins to arrive at the table, and you sit up straight again, tucking close to Wonwoo. He’s done this thing, ever since your first date, where he helps plate food for you, and for some reason, it’s always been a huge turn-on.

You like getting baby girl treatment, and you watch Wonwoo with a grin while he cuts through some carpaccio and sets up a piece for you. He makes sure to get a little bit of everything on your plate before putting anything on his own, and his friends are already digging in by the time he’s gotten the both of you settled.

“Do you want anything else?” he asks, always the type to be certain he’s pleased you.

“This looks perfect,” you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, lingering by his ear so he’s the only one who can hear you when you say, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Wonwoo reaches down and squeezes your thigh, the only sign you have that your words have done something to him. He’s not the type to be big on PDA, and it’s the little things like a constant touch, or acts of service, that remind you he loves you as much as you love him.

You wait for Wonwoo to lift a carpaccio bread spread to his lips before you reach for your own, mirroring his motions so you can experience the food together. 

You hadn’t been a carpaccio fan before meeting Wonwoo, but he’s expanded your pallet in the time you’ve known him, and you’re extremely thankful for this opportunity - as well as others - that he’s provided for you.

“Look at you two loved-up foodies,” Seungcheol sighs from across the table, watching you with eyes trained to assess. 

Wonwoo only grins, reaching for his drink to take a sip. You follow that motion too, smirking over the rim of your glass before downcasting your eyes. 

There’s no need to respond to Seuncheol’s comment because it’s an apt description of the pair of you.

“Stop being jealous,” Mingyu grins, reaching out to push at Seungcheol’s shoulder. 

“Never going to happen,” Seungcheol retorts. 

You know he’s in the market for a sugar baby, and Wonwoo’s told you how often Seungcheol brings you up when you’re not around. Apparently, his eldest friend is adamant that you’re one of the most perfect sugar babies he’s ever seen, and you wonder if maybe you should try to hook him up with one of your friends at the wedding. Give Cheol the Hansol treatment. However, in contrast to Hansol’s laid-back expectations, you’d have to give your Cheol-intended friend a cheat sheet booklet on how to please a rich man.

“Just watch,” Seungcheol continues, “these two are going to sneak off early and go to the bathroom or something. They’re sitting much too close together, and we’ve all noticed Wonwoo’s hand under the table.”

To show his innocence, Wonwoo lifts the hand in question. “We’re not doing anything,” he assures his friends calmly. “Although… unfortunately, we will have to leave early after appetizers.”

This is news to you, and you look at Wonwoo for further clarification, which he gives when pressed by Seungcheol.

“It’s been a long seminar,” Wonwoo explains, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. “I’d say Honey needs her beauty rest, but I think we all know I’m not so nice when I’ve been sleep deprived.”

You love it when he calls you Honey, in fact, he uses that name for you more than your legal one. 

Seungcheol lets out a groan, but he doesn’t push further, because Wonwoo’s excuse is true. He’s never been rude to you when tired, but he definitely has a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. 

“We’ve got a meeting tomorrow morning,” Mingyu agrees. “Maybe I should get another drink and call it a night too.”

“Come on Gyu,” Seungcheol scoffs. “I’ll let these two ditch, but this is Hansol’s last night in the city, I thought we could go to a roof on one of my new waterfront builds and hit some golf balls at the sea.”

“Right, because that’s very environmentally friendly,” Wonwoo tuts.

“Jesus, you are tired, aren’t you?” Seungcheol laughs. 

It’s a rhetorical question, and Wonwoo simply lifts another appetizer to his mouth, chewing with a tight-lipped grin. 

In truth, Wonwoo has been tired. You haven’t fucked since the first night of the seminar, and although that was only two days ago, you’re definitely feeling the loss. On top of that, being wined and dined and looked after always makes you hornier than usual, and Wonwoo has been extra ‘husband’ today.

He’s just so perfect. Well-mannered, kind, educated- 

God, you want him so bad.

You take a sip of your cocktail again before resting your hand on Wonwoo’s thigh, and he stops what he’s doing to look down at your fingers toying with his pants. Then his gaze rises to you, and he cocks his head slightly, obviously a little stunned by how forward you’re being tonight.

It’s such a small motion, but it speaks volumes, and when paired with a small flutter of your lashes, Wonwoo reads you like he reads the books in his impressive office library. 

Part of you wants to toy with him, wants to tease your touch up to his crotch just to see if you can get him hard at dinner with his friends, but you know that would lead to something akin to consequence. 

As easy as it is for Wonwoo to read you, he’s not such an open book and his reactions vary drastically. You don’t want to push your luck today, not after you’ve been such a good girl for him for three seminars straight.

You remove your hand before playing with fire gets you burned, and the two of you continue to finish your appetizers. Each bite is one step closer to leaving with Wonwoo, but you try to take your time, try not to be too glutenous to make way for lust. 

Wonwoo finished eating and he lifts his drink with his left hand, his right palm finding your thigh again. His touch is soothing, gentle, but it still stirs a fire within you.

You shift your knee, letting it rest against his, and you sip your cocktail trying to pay attention to what Mingyu’s saying about the stock market. 

Wonwoo is generally quite the stocks man. He pays attention to Mingyu, but you can tell his focus is still partially on you, and you reach down to play with his fingers, enjoying how pretty his hands are. 

You need him so badly. 

That’s when you realize Wonwoo has almost finished his drink, and you quickly grab at yours too, wanting to reach the bottom of your own cup. 

You’ve not been drinking since the seminar started, and the booze in your cocktail definitely heightens your senses. An electric tingle consumes your form, and it’s getting harder to ignore the panties sticking to your core. 

The conversation reaches a lull,  and Wonwoo lets out a sigh, squeezing your legs. “Well, it’s been fun,” he says, “but Honey and I should get going.”

“One more drink,” Seungcheol practically begs, already lifting a hand to call over a waiter.

“Not tonight,” Wonwoo says, soft but firm. 

He stands up first, grabbing your hand to help you out of your own seat. “Good luck with your flight tomorrow, Hansol,” he nods to the man on your right. 

“Good luck with wedding planning,” Hansol retorts, rising from his chair to pull you and Wonwoo into a hug. 

Hansol’s not usually a touchy guy, and the hug means something. It’s a true acceptance that you’re permanently a part of Wonwoo’s life, and it means the world to you. 

“Now I want a hug,” Mingyu also stands, holding out his arms for you and Wonwoo.

With a laugh, your fiance’s hand finds the small of your back and he guides you into Mingyu’s warm embrace, trapping you between their large bodies. 

Now you’re really turned on. 

Seungcheol doesn’t stand, he simply watches, lips all pouty. “Let me know about that penthouse,” he muses. “I’ve got some foreign buyers already wanting a walk through and I won’t hold it forever.”

“I’ll get back to you,” Wonwoo promises, giving one last nod to Seungcheol before he begins to guide you out of the restaurant.

As you make it to the front desk, Wonwoo stops and addresses the staff member there. “I’m going to take care of my table’s bill tonight.”

“I’ll put it on your tab, Mr. Jeon.” She nods, typing something into the ipad infront of her.

“That was kind of you,” you muse as Wonwoo escorts you into the elevator that will lead to the underground where his expensive Mercedes is parked.

“We’re leaving early, it’s the least I could do.”

“You know… I hope we didn’t leave on my account,” you say, thinking about the conversation you’d had in the car earlier.

Wonwoo leans down close to you, grinning. “I can safely say we left due to my own personal needs, although they’re not sleep-related.” 

“You really like this dress, don’t you, Daddy?” you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck while his hands settle on your hips.

“I like what’s under it,” he retorts, which is a cheeky response by Wonwoo’s standards.

“Been missing my body, haven’t you?”

“More than you realize.”

Wonwoo had kept his composure on the drive home. He’d even kept his hands mostly to himself on the way up to your apartment, but your stoic lover is on you the moment the door to your home is closed behind you both.

He presses you up against the wall, grabbing your waist and tugging you close while simultaneously blocking you up against the hard surface at your back. His lips are hot against your own, his tongue invading your mouth and making you giggle as you grab the front of his shirt, already popping buttons open.

You release a moan when he reaches down and cups your core, pushing up your dress to access your lacey panties. “Where do you want it, honey?” he asks, biting at your lip.

“I don’t want to think tonight,” you admit, tired from days of brain power.

You love that Wonwoo likes to check in with you. He’s not the type to simply throw you over a kitchen counter and rail you when you might prefer the bed or even the shower- but at the same time, as soon as you give him full control, Wonwoo’s very good at taking charge.

“I’ll take care of you,” Wonwoo promises, pushing your panties to the side so he can slide two fingers against your heated core. You can feel how wet you are, and the contact against your clit has you whining, grabbing his face to bring his mouth to yours again while he pushes two digits knuckle deep into your aching core.

You’re sensitive from a few days without being touched, and it feels like heaven to have Wonwoo worshipping you like this again. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he draws his mouth down to your jaw then your throat, peppering your skin in kisses that have you shivering with pleasure.

“Daddy-” you whimper, your hips thrusting toward his hand as he works you open, palming your clit with delicious pressure. 

“I know, Honey, I know,” he soothes, and between gasped breaths and moans, you can hear your pussy squelching already. 

It’s getting harder and harder to stand on your shaky legs, your heels not meant for standing sex or heavy petting like this. But it’s also clear to you that Wonwoo has no intention of stopping his motions until you’ve cum on his fingers, so you do your best to grab his shoulders, steadying yourself while that wonderful feeling builds in the pit of your stomach. 

“I’ve missed this pussy,” Wonwoo tells you, voice low. It’s not often that he uses vulgarity, even in the bedroom, and his words betray how much he truly needs you. Your skin tingles with excitement, pussy throbbing, heart thundering in your chest-

It’s crazy how one sentence can nearly shortcircuit your brain when paired with Wonwoo using his hands like this- stroking the parts of you that he knows better than anyone else in the world.

Your fiance has taken his sweet time getting to know your body, and it shows in moments like these. 

“I’m so close-” you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders. You should care about his expensive suit jacket, but you don’t- all that matters is the orgasm you’re desperately chasing, hips moving to ride Wonwoo’s hand while his unrelenting fingers get you closer and closer to the edge-

“Come on, honey,” Wonwoo grins, mouth returning to the spot on your neck that always makes you go feral, “cum for me.” 

One more rough thrust with his fingers has you moaning, tumbling past the edge as your orgasm overtakes you. 

If you’d nearly been falling over before this, you almost crumple to the floor with all the pleasure coursing through you now. Wonwoo’s free arm loops around your waist, and he presses you closer to the wall, keeping you propped up while his hand continues between your shaking thighs.

He releases a low groan, and you can feel his cock pressing through his pants by your hip. You feel delirious already, body pulsing, skin tingling. Wonwoo’s broad shoulders are your lifeline, and you grip them desperately, taking everything he has to give you like the good girl you are.

“Wonwoo-” you whimper, seeking out his lips, cupping his face to draw him closer. His tongue glides against your own, and you’re enough of a distraction that his fingers begin to slow inside of you.

Finally, he pulls his hand away from between your thighs, dragging his lips from yours so he can sink his digits into his mouth. You watch him lick them clean, listening to the groan of satisfaction that escapes him while you do your best to catch your breath.

“You’re always so good for me,” Wonwoo tells you, lifting his gaze to yours again. 

You swallow thickly, mind swimming, searching for a response. “You deserve it,” you assure him finally.

“And I know what you deserve tonight,” he retorts. 

In one quick motion, he lifts you up bridal style. One of your stilettos crashes to the floor from the sudden way your body has just been swung like a rag doll, but neither of you care as Wonwoo carries you through the apartment toward the bedroom.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. Wonwoo always makes you feel like a princess, and he looks like a classic prince while doing it. His side profile is so regal- all sharp bones and pretty lips. God- how did you ever get this lucky?

When you get to your destination, Wonwoo is gentle when he sets you onto the mattress. He straightens and looks down at your form, letting out a deep breath.

“Can you take that pretty dress off for me, honey?” he asks, already shrugging off his suit jacket and setting it over a chair nearby. 

“Of course, daddy,” you grin, reaching down to grab at the hem of the silky outfit, dragging it up your thigh.

His eyes are glued to you even as he works on his cuff links, and you take your sweet time as he makes it to the buttons of his shirt. The dress has a corset style back, and you tug on the ribbon before slowly working it open.

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, but you can see his breathing pick up as the fabric gets less tight on your chest, revealing more and more of your bralessness. 

When he makes it to his pants, you remove the dress, leaving you in nothing but your thong, which is soaked through. 

Your fiance swallows thickly. “Panties too, honey. I don’t think I have the patience to wait any longer tonight.”

His lack of patience is clear in the way his cock slaps up against his abdomen, released by the pants now pooled by his feet.

Wonwoo looks like a fucking God, especially while naked. He’s lean but muscled, and you’ve spent hours tracing each ridge and bone. His cock is an impressive length of around seven inches, it’s pale like the rest of him, but when he’s really turned on, it flushes in colour.

Right now, his cock is a pinkish red, and you can see the angry tip already leaking desperately. 

You stand up, sneaking a kiss to his lips while hooking your fingers in your panties. Pushing them down, you get onto your knees.

“Honey, you don’t have to-”

“Maybe I’m impatient too, have you ever thought of that, daddy?” you ask, grabbing the base of his length and leaning forward to kitten lick the tip.

Wonwoo releases a low groan, reaching down to thread his fingers through your hair.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur, enjoying the way he reacts when you kiss his cock gently. “Missed the weight of you in my mouth.”

“Fuck-”

It’s not often that Wonwoo curses, and the word goes straight to your core.

“Can I touch myself while I suck you off, daddy?” 

“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” he admits. “I want you dripping when I finally pull you off my cock and fuck you the way you like it.”

You whimper, your whole body alight with energy as you take him into your mouth. You’re already practically drooling from his fingers earlier and the dirty talk now, which makes it easy to coat him in spit. 

You’ve never been able to take all of Wonwoo in your mouth, but you do your best, gripping the base and bobbing your head while you begin to toy with your clit.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Wonwoo groans, taking a deep breath as his hand guides you on his cock. “Always so good for me.”

The praise only makes you suck on him harder. You sink so far down onto him that his tip hits the back of your throat. You feel yourself constrict around him and Wonwoo lets out a loud moan, fingers flexing in your hair. 

“Careful, honey, I don’t want you to choke,” he tells you, but his voice has lost it’s usual commanding tone. He’ll let you do anything you want to him, even if it means gagging on cock- but he’ll do his best to be gentle with you verbally at least.

You get lost in the feeling of pleasuring him, closing your eyes and letting your mouth show him how much you’ve missed him… however, not in so many words. 

Actions speak volumes, especially in this case.

You continue working on your pussy too, eventually slipping two fingers into your wet core, which makes you moan around Wonwoo’s cock.

“Honey-” he groans.

You can tell that he’s on the verge of breaking, so you pull off his length, looking up at him while catching your breath. “Ready to fuck me now, daddy?”

“I’ve been ready all night,” he grins, reaching down to grab your hand and help you to your feet. 

He kisses you then, cupping your face and leaning forward, taking your breath away all over again. His palm flatens against the small of your back and he dips you backward- then you’re falling, a small squeal escaping you-

The fall is only an inch or two, and you hit the mattress, Wonwoo bearing down on your form almost immediately. You grab at his shoulders as his lips find yours, your legs wrapping around his lean hips to tug him closer.

His cock is still wet with your spit, and it rubs deliciously through your soaked folds, bumping your clit and making you moan into the kiss.

As impatient as Wonwoo seemed to be, he’s not quick to adjust himself against you- or at least, not quick enough for your liking, so you reach between your bodies and grab his cock, lining him up with your wet hole. 

Wonwoo grins against your lips, and in one motion, he sinks into your core.

You moan loudly, digging your nails into his strong shoulders and throwing your head back as he fills you perfectly, stretching out your walls.

Your fiance takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, finding your sweet spot.

He feels like heaven- you’re really not sure how long you’ll be able to last tonight, but that’s never mattered with Wonwoo. You have forever with this man, which means you can be as fast or slow as you’d like to be.

He begins to thrust in and out of your core, and it makes you cry out again, walls contracting around his cock. You can feel him so deeply, especially as he adjusts your legs, pushing your thighs closer to your chest.

“Wonwoo-” you whimper, not a care in the world for using a ‘correct’ title. Your fiance might enjoy the daddy kink, but he’s never been the type to punish you for slipping up and calling him something different.

It’s clear to both of you how far gone you are, and Wonwoo only grins against your throat, picking up his pace.

“How about you rub your clit for me, honey?” he asks. 

You’re not one to question him, and your hand slips between your bodies to seak out the sensitive nub. More sounds of pleasure escape you as you begin to rub yourself, and your moans only push Wonwoo to fuck you harder.

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and it’s making you delirious. 

Wonwoo finds your free hand, threading your fingers and using you as leverage as he presses you against the mattress. His breath is hot on your throat, but soon he’s seaking out your lips again, and you eagerly kiss him as if your life depends on it.

There’s an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, spurred on by your fingers on your clit and the cock filling you up with each rough thrust.

Wonwoo doesn’t need to check in on you, and you don’t need to tell him you’re close, you’re certain he can tell. He tightens his grip on your hand, a silent invitation to let go whenever you want.

Each drag of his cock against your inner walls draws you closer and closer to the edge, and when he breaks the kiss to lick your throat, it allows you to focus entirely on the pleasure between your legs.

“Fuck, daddy-” you whimper, back arching as you shift below him.

“I know, honey,” he groans. “Me too.”

“Yeah?” Your body jitters with near orgasmic bliss. “Can you cum with me?”

“Of course, just tell me when.”

“Please-” you moan, writhing against the sheets as he fucks you even harder. “Please, daddy- I want you to fill me up-”

Wonwoo groans, teeth dragging by the sensitive skin of your throat. 

“Please, please- fuck, I’m almost there-” you rub your clit harder, body tensing on the precipice of your orgasm-

“Shit,” Wonwoo tightens his grip on your hand to the point where it almost hurts- and even though he doesn’t say it, it’s clear to you that he’s reached his own high.

The thought that Wonwoo is so turned on he’s just cum before you - something that never happens - is enough to drag you over the edge, your core clamping down on his cock, eager to milk him for everything he’s worth while you cry out in ecstasy. 

He’s gasping against your throat, thrusts even deeper now- slow, steady little ruts as he coats your insides with him cum, filling you up perfectly. 

You get lost in the feeling of him, squeezing his hand back as a silent encouragement while your pussy continues to squeeze his cock, eager to get every last drop.

When he finally comes to a stop, he simply lays on top of you for a moment, the both of you breathing heavily.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I’ve just remembered-” you pull your hand away from your clit, instead moving to stroke his hair, “What did Seungcheol mean about the penthouse you were looking at?”

Wonwoo lets out a small chuckle. “Do you really want me to spoil the surprise?”

“Yes, please.”

Your fiance pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. “I’ve been thinking we might need a bigger place… one that could accommodate a few extra rooms.”

“Extra rooms?” you cock a brow.

“For any kids we might have, you know, after we’re married.” 

Your entire body tingles with excitement. 

While the two of you have talked about children in a general manner before, nothing has ever been set in stone. But you suppose now that you’re engaged, it’s natural this sort of thing would be on Wonwoo’s mind.

“How do you feel about that?” Wonwoo asks.

“I feel like…” you swallow thickly, “I want you to fill me up again, and also that I should book a doctor's appointment to discuss going off birth control.”

“I can definitely help you with that first one,” Wonwoo grins, pressing chaste kisses all across your face while you giggle and hold him tighter.

“We’re really doing this,” you whisper.

Wonwoo’s thumb brushes by the ring on your wedding finger. “Honey, I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.”

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🔮 preview. You pull away just as his lips are about to meet yours. “You know how appreciative I am whenever daddy gets me a present,” you say, acting innocent. This only makes him laugh, and he grabs the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You know buying things for you does the same thing to Wonwoo that it does to you. He loves seeing the excitement in your eyes, the way you light up at gifts. He truly lives to provide for you. 

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“Can I take this off yet?” you ask, wobbling in your heels as you grab at the silk blindfold blocking your vision.

“Be patient, honey,” Wonwoo breathes in your ear, his hands firm on your hips as he guides you to whatever surprise destination he has in store for you tonight. 

Christmas is a week away, and the last time he blindfolded you like this was for your birthday. He’d taken you to a Mercedes dealership to let you choose any car you wanted. You have no clue what he has in store for you now, and you’re practically shaking with excitement. 

You know he’s driven you somewhere, and you’ve been in an elevator, so it must not be another car- your list of gift possibilities is somewhat thin. You have a hunch, but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself just in case you’re wrong about where your fiance is leading you. 

Wonwoo’s lips find your throat, and his hands stop you in your tracks. His breath is hot by your ear a moment later, and he lets out something like a contented sigh. “Okay. Let me help you take this off.” 

His deft fingers work at the loose knot behind your head; soon the blindfold slips away.

Your eyes adjust to the light, and you blink while taking in the space in front of you. You’re in a large open-concept kitchen, a living room sprawled in front of you with views of the whole city. The decor is lavish luxury, and you recognize the design concept as a Choi Seungcheol special when you notice a specific lighting fixture that Cheol puts in all his expensive builds. 

“Wonwoo-” you breathe, mind spinning.

The man behind you flattens his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your frame while he rests his head on your shoulder. “Do you like it?”

“Is this…”

“It’s ours,” your fiance confirms. “I wanted to show it to you on Christmas day, but I couldn’t help myself.”

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[bbyobbyo]

content: hard and soft thoughts, extremely suggestive (18+), dad!cheol

Thinking about Choi Seungcheol and how both of you have ridiculously high sex drives and can't keep your hands off of each other especially at the beginning stages of your relationship.

How both of you would be the type to jump each other as soon as they come home, and even more so after the times where either of you are traveling and couldn't see each other for extended periods of time.

How you'd always find ways and excuses to push the limits and do it anywhere anytime. Birthdays? You're at it as soon as the clock hits midnight. Anniversaries? So many weekend getaways where you two hardly leave the bed. New hairstyle? Of course you pounce on him to show him how good he looks. Bad day? He will literally take the day off to worship you in every way imaginable.

How you two gain sort of a reputation amongst the members. Whenever you get invited along for group trips, everyone has to play a game to pick rooms and losers will always take the room next to yours where they're submitted to all sorts of noises throughout the night.

How the members ask him out of pure curiosity how often he actually gets lucky and are in jaw-dropping shock at his smug response of “every day if possible. sometimes more than once.”

How even after years of being together, there's always something new to try because he loves spoiling you with spicy gifts and lingerie whenever he can.

How one year when Father's Day comes around, you finally ask the question if he wants to be a real daddy. It doesn't take long before he's all over you again, determined to put a baby in you.

How emotional he gets when you tell him that the tests came out positive, with a newfound determination to dote on you more than he has in his entire life for the next 9 months.

How giddy he'd be going shopping for all things baby related. He will stop at nothing to ensure his kid gets the best things in life, doing hours of research with you on what products are safest and most highly rated for new parents.

How absolutely SPOILED ROTTEN his kid would be by his 12 godfathers. Emergency childcare wouldn't even be an issue in your household with a dozen competitive men all trying to win uncle of the year.

How despite all the anxiety and doubt that comes with being a first time parent, he knows it will all be ok because he has you by his side.

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seungcheol!!!!!!!!!!! domestic fluff!!!! whimpering!!!!!!!! nipple play!!!!!!!! (both ways 😏😏😏😏) soft dom!!!!!

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YESSS !!! i was literally waiting to write this bc im a very proud yet closetted soft dom/slightly whiny!cheol. also holy shit scoups met gala was craaaazzzy i was creamin my pants (/jk!!)

wc: 1.1K + change warnings: whimpering, nipple play, cum play (just a little bit at the end), blow job (technically 2 but whatever), consent!! (bc asking to take someone shirt off and suck their nipples is HOT not gross or weird!!), domestic fluff that turns very quickly in smut..., PWP, whining, lowkey subby cheol but issok he gets his dominance back at the end...

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It starts lazy.

Rain taps on the windows, low thunder humming in the background. Seungcheol's arms are wrapped around your waist as you both lie tangled on the couch, a blanket pooling over bare legs. The drama playing on the TV is long forgotten—replaced by the way his fingers slowly trace under your shirt, warm and wandering.

“You’re always so soft in the mornings,” you murmur, brushing your nose against his. He just hums, lips brushing your cheek, then your jaw, then lower—

“You smell like my body wash,” he says, almost dazed, almost reverent, nuzzling into your collarbone like he needs to inhale you to stay grounded. “My pretty baby, just mine.”

His fingers slide up, tugging your shirt higher. “Can I?” he breathes against your skin, waiting for your nod before his mouth finds one nipple, tongue slow and wet, lips dragging gently. His hand palms the other, thumb rubbing in teasing circles, making you squirm under the blanket.

“Cheol—” You gasp, arching into him, and he whines softly in return, like your sounds undo him more than anything.

“You make the cutest sounds,” he whispers, mouth still latched, voice warm and thick with love. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart…”

And when you roll him onto his back and return the favor—mouth on his chest, tongue flicking and sucking at the sensitive spot you know makes him whimper—he actually shivers.

He grips the blanket tighter, biting his lip as a blush spreads down his chest. “Y-you’re not playing fair,” he stutters, moaning softly when you suck just a little harder.

“Neither are you,” you grin against his skin. “You started this, Seungcheol.”

He laughs breathlessly, eyes glazed over, adoring and needy. “Then finish it, baby,” he whispers. “Wanna be good for you. Wanna be yours.”

You giggle as he sits up against the headboard, cheeks flushed and eyes drooping as he watches you get up, slowly reaching for something on the night stand. When you turn back, hair against your shoulders, Seungcheol's thighs are parted, shirt riding up to his ribs, hair mussed from where your fingers tugged through it earlier. He looks at you like he’s already ruined—his lips parted, chest rising fast, and a shaky hand gripping the sheets.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” you murmur, smiling and crawling between his legs, palms sliding along his thighs. you grin when you feel goosebumps rise against your fingertips. “All flushed for me.”

He bites his lip, eyes fluttering. “Baby… you don’t have to—”

“But I want to,” you cut him off gently, lips ghosting over the soft skin of his lower belly. “Wanna make you feel good.”

He whimpers—actually whimpers—when you mouth over the waistband of his briefs, teasing just enough to drive him crazy. When you finally free him, hard and leaking against his stomach, he moans your name like a prayer.

“Please…” he breathes, hips twitching up instinctively. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You wrap one hand around the base of him, slow and careful, and lower your mouth to the tip—tongue flicking gently over the slit, tasting the precum beading there. Seungcheol lets out the softest moan, one hand flying to your hair, not pushing—never—just grounding himself.

“F-fuck, baby, j's like that… you’re so good to me…”

You take him in deeper, inch by inch, keeping your eyes on him the whole time. His head tips back, a pretty flush blooming down his neck, his free hand grabbing the sheets again like he might fall apart.

When you hum around him—slow vibrations, tongue dragging up the underside—he lets out a full-body shudder and moans, loud. His hips jerk and he immediately pulls at your hair with a broken, “Sorry—fuck, sorry—feels too good…”

His head tips back again and a dull thud rings out in the background as the headboard hits his head. You feel his fingers curl around your hair, strong hands now almost -- almost -- guiding you. You know he can't help it. When you feel his hips jerk again, followed by a loud moan and a string of "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck," you hum around his cock, taking in a long breath through your nose before you let your jaw loose and push yourself down all the way. All the way until your nose meets the tense and taut skin of his lower stomach and until your boyfriend's hand suddenly pressed down, legs tensing, hips rocking until the mushroomy tip of his cock hits, hits, hits, hits the back of your throat until you feel tears in your eyes and youre gagging around the width of his length.

“Hng - you’re perfect,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “My good girl… taking me so well. So warm—fuck—I’m already so close…”

When Seungcheol's hand slowly loosens you press your tongue flat and bob your head gently, the obscene sounds of your mouth and his breathy moans filling the room. And when he finally spills into your mouth, gasping your name like it’s the only word he knows, his thighs trembling around you. Hot cum shoots into your mouth and your ears are blessed with Cheol's loud moans and whines and whimpers and gasps of breath. Under your wandering hands -- up his stomach, tweaking his pink nipples, fondling his heavy balls, tongue underrent on the red tip of his cock, Seungcheol gasps in short quick breaths, body writhing as he shakes and trembles, at a loss for words, cock jumping in your hands, tip pulsing in your mouth as you suck and suck and--

"Fu-fuck-- holy -- you tryin' - shit - milk me dry -- fuck -- or somethin'?" Seungcheol voice is so broken it makes your heart race in pride.

You don’t stop, just hum, until his hand cups your cheek, tender and shaking, body curling forward, hips jerking up, other hand threaded into your hair as he pushes you down.

"Fuck!"

And then when his balmy tip hits the back of your throat again, theres a thick spurt of saltiness on your tongue, followed by a sob torn from Seungcheol's mouth.

You grin around his cock, slowly pulling off his softening and pulsating length with a small pop! cum from the first blowjob now a creamy ring around Cheol's cock and the second round safe and warm on your tongue.

You stick your tongue out, white cum dripping from the corner of your mouth, Seungcheol staring at you with dazed and glazed eyes, red cheeks like you just hung the moon. You slowly swallow, sitting against his hips, cum still against the corner of your mouth, the rest gone (and you 100% stick your tongue out again for him to see).

Seungcheol groans, hands going to knead your hips, thumb gently wiping away his cum from the corner of your mouth, licking it clean.

"You minx," he laughes breathily. “C’mere,” he whispers once he catches his breath, tugging you up with that needy look in his eyes. “Wanna kiss you. Wanna feel you now. Let me love you properly.”

[straylightdream]

don’t blame me

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: xu minghao x stripper!f.reader

I would cross the line. I would waste my time. I would lose my mind. They say, "She's gone too far this time."

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, sugar daddy au

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut warning below.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

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𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex (mc is on birth control), choking, lingerie kink, hand job, stripping for money, talks of exchanging sex for money. Body worship, slut shaming (not by minghao), possessive hao, pussy whipped hao, creampie, mention of getting someone pregnant, named: baby, daisy

Loving him made you feel like you were going insane. He made you feel things no other man had ever made you feel before. Things with him were absolutely intoxicating. He pushed you to things out of your comfort zone.

You broke every rule you had ever had before you met Xu Minghao. The number one rule you broke was, never fall for a client. Stripping wasn’t something you had always planned on doing. It just fell into your lap when you were down on your luck and broke. Since you started taking your clothes off for money you don’t have to worry about things that used to make you lose sleep at night. You don’t have to worry about affording rent or putting food on the table. You’re able to fully support yourself. You’re good at your job and you know how to make men spend their money on you.

Everything you knew was flipped upside down when a beautiful man named Minghao paid for a private room. From the very first hello you knew you were fucked.

What should have been a one time thing turned into him being one of your regulars. After your first show with him he popped up the following week and from there he just kept coming back.

You weren’t the only one who felt a connection. Minghao often told you how fascinating he found you. He loved getting to talk to you. The first few times he visited you kept it very professional. After a while he would spend big money to get you in a private room just so he could talk. He loved learning things about you. He was one of the only people in the building who knew your real name. He didn’t know you as “Ivy” your stage name. It didn’t take long for your visit to turn into more than just talking. The first time you kissed you felt like butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.

Often you would find yourself sitting on his lap topless just making out. You had no problem kissing him and dry humping him until you thought you might go insane but you told him you couldn’t have sex with him at work. You refused to have sex with him if money is involved.

“Do you actually like me daisy girl?” He refused to call you ivy. He says you remind him more of a daisy.

“Minghao,” you sigh with your forehead resting against his.

“Is that a yes?” His hands run up and down your bare sides

“Obviously.” You pull back, giving him a smile.

“Go out with me.” You don’t say anything, you just stare at him. You want to date him so badly but you know your job will always complicate things.

“What happens if I say yes?”

“I wait until you’re off at two and then I take you out to eat.”

“Wouldn’t you prefer we go out one day when I haven't worked. I'm either going to be covered in stage makeup or I’m going to be bare faced.” You didn’t really feel like putting on a different face of makeup to go out tonight.

“Baby I think you’re beautiful anyway you look,” he leans in and presses his lips to yours again. “It doesn’t have to be tonight. When can you be off?”

“I make my own schedule. I don’t have to work any day I don’t want to.” You know Minghao is serious about you and he isn’t just trying to play a game.

He rested his hand on your cheek, “you can tell me no, but I want to ask you something.”

“Ask away,” you smile.

“How about I take you out tonight? We can just get a late night dinner. It will stay fully innocent, but if you enjoy my company you pack a bag and you stay with me for a little while.”

“How long?”

“As long as you want to stay.”

Things between you changed forever that night. You finished up your private room with Minghao at midnight and you agreed for him to pick you up after work. He said goodbye and told you he had a few things to do and after work he wasn’t lying when he said he would be waiting outback for you. You found him sitting in an extremely expensive black sports car.

The first dinner you shared was nice. It was wonderful getting to fully know Minghao outside of the club setting. Your night stayed fully innocent outside of a kiss goodnight outside your front door.

Things with you and Minghao drastically changed that night. You weren’t officially together but it was clear that you were his and he was yours. You took him up on his offer and took a week off of work and just stayed with him.

Your first night in his expensive penthouse was your first time you ever slept with him. Something about Minghao always made you assume he was dominant in bed and you weren’t exactly wrong, but he was much more gentle with you then you thought he would be. You quickly learned that he loves having you lingerie during sex. He bought you so much expensive lace for you to wear. His favorite is crotchless panties. He’s bought you many pairs. He asks for you to wear them whenever you can.

Your nights of the club have started slowly going down. It was rare before that you would work less than six days a week, but since you often started staying at Minghao’s house more often than your own you now only work two days a week.

Since things changed with you and Minghao he still comes in occasionally, but not as frequently as before. You feel guilty now when he pays for a private room. He won’t take no for an answer when you tell him he doesn’t have to pay for your time now.

-

Laying on his bed I’m nothing but a pair of black lace crotchless panties, you spread your legs wide exposing your already drenched pussy. “Touch yourself for me.” Silently you do as you say. “My daisy, what do I have to do to get you to quit your job?” He’s asked you this on multiple occasions but every time you tell him you can’t quit.

You slide your fingers through your wet folds. Rubbing your clit causing a soft moan to leave your lips. He stands at the edge of the bed still dressed in nothing but his dress pants watching you play with yourself.

“I need the money,” it’s not a lie. You’ve given yourself a very comfortable lifestyle by stripping.

“Let me take care of you baby,” he is intently watching you.

“I don’t exchange sex for money.”

“We wouldn’t be exchanging sex for money,” he says quickly.

“What would we be doing?” You pull your hands away from your wet core.

“I would be taking care of you and supporting you, and all I ask is for you to be open to falling in love.” He’s a fool if he doesn’t realize you’re already head over heels in love with him. It's been almost two months since you first got dinner together and you are indeed in love with him.

“Are you going to be my sugar daddy?” You’ve been tempted to try and find one in the past but you weren’t exactly keen on sleeping with an older man for money.

“I’m not an old man paying for your time. I’m thinking more of: I'm your boyfriend and I pay for you.”

“My boyfriend?” You arch your eyebrow at him.

“Do you not want something more with me than this game we seem to be playing?” You’re tired of whatever this is. You want to openly be able to love him.

“You better not break my heart.”

“I would never.” He unbuckles his pants and removes them and boxers leaving him standing at the foot of his bed fully naked.

“How are you going to explain to people your girlfriend is a slut?” You need to ask him. He needs to be prepared for what people will say about him being with you.

“Don’t call yourself that,” he says flatly. “You aren’t a slut, and I never want to hear you say that again.”

“What am I then?” He crawls over you. He pins your hands above your head.

“My daisy. You’re my daisy.” If you weren’t in love, you would be now. You’re speechless and don’t even know how to respond to him.

“I like the sound of that,” you whisper, leaning up.

He pulls away from you and sits back with his back against his expensive headboard. “Come here baby.”

You crawl over to him. Sitting on his thighs you start to pump his already hard dick. His lips slightly part as he inhaled little breaths. You've learned all the ways to make him fall apart. Focusing on the sensitive head that is already leaking precum. His hand massages your breast. He earns a moan when he tweaks your nipple.

“Have I told you I love you today?” he asked, finally speaking.

“I think so,” you can’t help but smile.

You continue pumping his length as his hands travel your body. One rest on your throat. He slowly applies pressure as you close your eyes. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else anymore.” Your eyes flutter open and you can tell how serious he is. “I want you to just be my daisy. Let me take care of you fully.” His hand still lingers on your throat, but no longer applying pressure.

“You’re gonna get bored of me. Men normally like the idea of me, but find me hard to love.” You last few relationships were disasters. Only one of them fully knew about your job, and the amount of time you would get into fights and he would call you a slut and throw your career in your face.

“You are not hard to love. I love you.” You often question what you did to deserve a man like Xu Minghao to love you.

“I love you too,” it’s rare you repeat those words back to him. You’re helplessly in love with him, but you still can’t be scare you’re going to get hurt. You’ve broke all your rules for him. Falling for him made you feel like you were going crazy, but that’s maybe how love is supposed to feel.

Without saying anything else you lift your hips. He realizes what you’re doing and helps slide his cock towards your welcoming pussy. Slowly you slide down his length. His hand still rests on your throat applying pressure every so often. One of your hands hold his jaw, keeping his looking right at you. You’re not normally rough with him, but you’re lost in a haze of desire.

“I only ever want to fuck you,” your moans are high pitched. “I don’t want anyone else.”

“I don’t want anyone to ever touch you,” his hand dips down between you and starts playing with your clit while you ride him. “I’m going to take care of you and I’m going to fuck you so good you can’t think straight.” You love when he gets like this.

“I’m so wet for you-“ you ride him like your life depends on it. His hand never leaves your throat continuously applying pressure.

Leaning back your hands rest on his thighs behind you. Moving your hips at a quick pace.

“Fuck-“ you moan.

“Your pussy was made for me,” he moans.

“Please kiss me,” you beg. Silently he accepts your plea. He pulls you closer to him by your throat. He releases his hold as your lips crash together.

“I wanna cum,” you whine with your lips ghosting his.

“Cum baby.”

Your orgasm washes over you with a blinding hot heat. Closing your eyes you lean forward and stop moving your hips. Minghao holds your hips and helps you continue to ride him while he chases his own high.

“Fuck-“ he moans as he paints your walls white. He doesn't think he has ever came that much in his life. If you weren’t on birth control he would be worried about getting you pregnant.

Pulling back slowly you sit up with him still snugly inside of you. The blissed expression on his face is absolutely beautiful. “I’ll quit stripping, but you have to promise me that you won’t break my heart.”

The smile that tugs at his lips makes your heart instantly swell. “I won’t ever break your heart.”

The two things you have learned about being in love is that sometimes you just have to trust the person who is in love with you. If you love someone sometimes it’s okay to break all your own rules.

@minghaosimp @kpoplover-19

[whowantshota]

DADDY'S HOME —— kim mingyu

in which your husband comes home late on valentines. but it's okay, he has his ways of making it up to you.

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. smut, husband!mingyu, somno, gyu is pussy whipped, kim mingyu x afab!reader

i get off work late today :/ 

c u ltr, ok?

You frown at the texts, irritability rubbing your thumb against your temples. 

This is not the first time your husband has texted you that he’d be late from work, oh of course not. You understand—-sometimes, his schedule is tight and that makes work the temporary number one priority. You obviously mean more to Mingyu than his paycheck.

Or so you thought. You groan, flopping back onto the couch miserably. Mingyu has come late at night at least twice a week for the past month now, so it should be a normal occurrence. At least, if tonight wasn’t Valentine's.

Yes, today was the commercial holiday that pisses about off half the world. And funnily enough, Mingyu had only sworn to you three major things in his life. One, good dick. Two loving you. And three, that he’d never miss Valentine's day. 

While the last one was mostly a long inside joke from before you got married, you’re still glancing worriedly at the clock. 9:30 and you’re still holed up alone in your apartment, a box of chocolates with his name on it set on top of the kitchen table. 

Mingyu hadn’t promised you a dinner date at a restaurant tonight —you both knew that wouldn't fit with his schedule. But he had promised to cook you something romantic, pour you a glass of wine, and then fuck you till you see stars. 

And being very honest, you think you would’ve loved that much more than a night out. Loved it so much, by the way you’re sneaking your hand into your panties. Pushing one, two fingers in; but it's never good enough—it'll never be Mingyu. 

So you quit early, stand up because you're tired of waiting around. He’ll be home tomorrow. You can wash up now, clean up and see him later. It’ll be fine. You can celebrate then, right?

★ . *- .

Mingyu didn’t think he’d be making up Valentines like this. When he thought about it on the way home, he had pictured at dinner out at your favorite restaurant, or flowers and an even bigger gift basket than the ones he had already bought for you. 

But, you didn’t hear the crack of the door, or the creek of the apartment floors when he walked in. You didn’t even hear when the loud thunk! when his work bag hit the floor. Or when he sets down the heart shaped pendant Joshua had picked out on top of a pink gift basket he had planned to give you much earlier.

He realized then, that you would not be waking up for a while. You were tired, basically passed out. He does feel bad for making you wait so long, but shit, he swears his cock never throbbed as hard as it did when he caught the sight of your sleeping figure curled up in bed. Only in a small tee and new pair of panties he got you a couple of weeks ago. Fuck, you look perfect.

So he went, took a shower and got dressed before laying next to you in bed. You murmur something when his arm wraps around you, snuggling into him. But you don’t wake up.

“Pretty,” he mumbles, slowly running his thumb over the skin of your cheek. He pokes you a couple of times with a finger. You look so cute—eyes shut with your mouth partially open. You might’ve been drooling even. 

His hand dips down to your torso, rests on your hip. He was nearly starting to fall asleep too, blinking in a poor attempt to keep himself up too. And right then, you just had to shuffle, pushing back against him. A small noise slips past his lips when the curve of your ass pressed against his clothed, semi-hard cock.

Poor Gyu, stuck in bed while you’re sound asleep. How’s he supposed to take care of that? He feels his cock twitch again, grip on your hip tightening just barely.

It wouldn’t be a problem if he just helped himself, right? Inhaling, his hand moves a bit further, hooking around the bottom of your panties. He prods against the warmth of your entrance pushing a finger in.

Fuck, you’re so wet. He can hear the sound of your slick when he presses another finger inside. It’s almost as if your cunt is begging for him to fuck you. And it’s only right that what his lovely wife and her pretty cunt wants, they get. 

Mingyu pulls his fingers out, sucks on it. Moving slowly, he climbs until he’s hovering over your still figure. There’s a tight feeling in his core, dick hard as pulls the crotch of your panties to the side. He pulls the waistband of his sweats down, groaning when cold air hits his cock. He spreads your legs a little wider, teases himself against your pussy.

Mingyu sees Heaven when the tip slips past your entrance. Swears he could cum on the spot. You’re so warm, so soft. It’s not his fault, you’re the one who lured him into this trap.

He can do a little more than the tip. You haven’t moved yet, still partially twisted one way with your legs spread wide for him. You were just made to take his cock, weren’t you?

He should have been making up Valentines with a picnic date in the park. Should have been thinking about what he’ll cook you for breakfast tomorrow morning, if he’ll deliver it to you with a card and a rose.

Instead, he’s got you trapped under him on the mattress, seemingly so passive and docile as you sleep, not conscious of the fact that he’s got you stuffed with his fat cock. He wonders if you’re dreaming about it now. You’re not necessarily a deep sleeper, so he’s surprised you don’t wake up when he bottoms out.

He doesn’t know what to say, can’t even speak. You feel so good, too good. Cunt wrapped around him, clenching. He’d kiss you if you were awake right now, but you’re not so he’ll settle with what he has. He fucks a soft thrust into you, watching for your reaction. Your breath catches, but you don’t do more than that.

“Perfect. You’re just perfect, baby.” He groans, pulling out until the tip before he forces himself back in. You let out a moan, arching so slightly. Mingyu thumbs your nipple through your shirt, speeding up the pace of his strokes.

He dips his head to press a kiss to your sternum, lips skimming and peppering kisses along your collarbone next. 

You twist just barely under his hold, eyes fluttering open. You’re still coming to, blurry eyes barely making out the sight of Mingyu’s body caging over you. Whining, you bite your down on your lip when you feel the stupidly fat cock slowly fucking into your cunt.

“Hey baby,” Mingyu murmurs, now kissing the side of your neck. Your whimpers get louder, and you move one arm and snake your it over his shoulder. He groans when you clench on him, sucking harder on your skin. “Don’t worry baby, daddy’s home.”

Tiredly, you rub your eyes with your free hand. There’s pleasure building in your stomach rapidly, and you start to force yourself to sink deeper onto his cock. “Gyu– daddy, please.” You cry, fucking back on him. 

You hear him hum in response, but you can’t answer. Not when he’s picking up the pace of his strokes, pushing hard, deep thrusts into your tight cunt. “Yeah baby? Come on, tell daddy what you need.” He teases, pushing your legs back before moving to grope your ass cheeks with his big hands.

Now that you’re awake, Mingyu tightens his grip, fucking into you harder. “Need Daddy to help you cum, hm?” He says, voice playful. As if he wasn’t the one whimpering and fucking himself into your pussy moments ago. 

“Couldn’t help it, you looked so good.” He murmurs. His hips are starting to buck into your sloppily, You mewl, nodding. Pretty sure you might even be drooling but you couldn’t give a fuck. Everything feels too good, and you’ve got no idea what’s going on. Mingyu says something you can’t hear, kisses along your jawline before he presses his lips to yours.

You can barely make out the “Happy Valentines.” he whispers, cumming too hard. Your cunt clenching around his dick, mouth falling open. He wants to spit in it, call you a slut, but he can’t when he feels you pulse around his cock. 

Gyu’s eyes roll back, and he lets out a low hiss, warm cum filling up your cunt. His body flops over yours, sweaty chest pressing to the front of your shirt. You run a hand through his hair, kiss his nape softly. “Someones late,” you joke, voice breathy.

“I know. ‘M sorry.” he says, moving down so that his head lies on your chest. He loves the feeling of you tugging on his hair slightly, ruffling his hair.

He looks up suddenly, disheveled but handsome as ever. “I’ll make it up. Wine and spa?” 

You laugh, seeing the way he pouts. He looks like a giant puppy, cuddled up into you. You love it, love it so much you’re not even remotely bothered by the mess on cum or the fact that he still hasn’t pulled out. Pushing his hair back with a hand, you kiss him on the forehead once more. “Sure. Happy Valentines.”

didn't realize that even tho it's still valentines in my country, it's late in other places :( happy valentines! not beta read

[svtswhorehouse]

BRAT TAMER! JIHOON — nsfw

disclaimer: minors do not interact, 18+ only

brat tamer! jihoon who you know you’ve finally pushed over the edge and is pissed when he goes silent and stops what he is doing.

brat tamer! jihoon who has such a powerful and dominant aura, all he has to do is look at you to get you to shut up and submit to him.

brat tamer! jihoon who keeps his words and responses short, ordering you to get on the bed or on your knees, but his voice holds so much authority, you do so without a second thought.

brat tamer! jihoon who makes sure you know your safe word and makes you repeat it a few times to him until he is sure you're not going to forget it.

brat tamer! jihoon who makes your stomach do flips and turns in excitement, fear, and anticipation because of what he might do to you.

brat tamer! jihoon who doesn't so much as spare you a glance or speak to you as he rummages through the drawers and pulls out a red bullet vibrator.

brat tamer! jihoon who orders you to spread your legs wide, hands on the back of your thighs pulled up to your chest so your bare pussy is on full display for him.

brat tamer! jihoon who ends up manhandling you into the position himself after you refuse to do it because of how much of a vulnerable and pathetic position it puts you in.

brat tamer! jihoon who spits on your cunt, causing you to let out the filthiest moan.

brat tamer! jihoon who gives you no time to prepare or process before he sets the vibrator on the highest setting and places it against your clit.

brat tamer! jihoon who holds you in place and smacks the insides of your thighs when you try to close your legs or escape because of how intense it feels.

brat tamer! jihoon who quietly listens to you beg for him to let up, but doesn't say anything besides telling you to use your safe word if it really is too much.

brat tamer! jihoon who makes you cum not once, not twice, but MULTIPLE times from just the vibrator alone.

brat tamer! jihoon who doesn't seem to care about the tears running down your face or constant apologizing for misbehaving earlier. brats deserve to be punished and he stands by that.

brat tamer! jihoon who FINALLY puts the vibrator away and tells you to get on all fours.

brat tamer! jihoon who smacks your ass when you take too long and smirks at the way your legs are quivering from your intense orgasms previously when you're finally positioned.

brat tamer! jihoon who has to hold himself back from thinking with his dick and just slamming into you already.

brat tamer! jihoon who runs a finger through your folds from behind you, causing you to whine and jerk due to sensitivity.

brat tamer! jihoon who lets out a small laugh when your elbows give in and you fall chest forward towards the mattress because he slammed two fingers into your dripping hole out of nowhere.

brat tamer! jihoon who keeps a brutal and steady pace, occasionally adding fingers as he thrusts them in and out of you causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head and for you to start muttering gibberish.

brat tamer! jihoon who makes you squirt, completely soaking his shirt and the sheets below you, but you can't seem to care because everything just feels too good and so intense. (too bad he's not done with you yet though.)

brat tamer! jihoon who once again tells you to use your safe word if it's too much when you start to mutter how you can't give him another orgasm when you hear his belt unbuckle.

brat tamer! jihoon who wraps his hand up in your hair while he lines himself up with your entrance.

brat tamer! jihoon who takes in your moans of sensitivity as he rubs his tip through your folds and tears of pleasure falling down your face before slamming into your cunt.

brat tamer! jihoon who groans at how easily he slips into you because of your previous orgasms practically turning you into a waterfall.

brat tamer! jihoon who is relentless as he’s pounding into you, not caring that’s he’s overstimulating you.

brat tamer! jihoon who brings you to an orgasm so quick that he’s yet to cum which means he’s not done with you yet.

brat tamer! jihoon who makes your mind go completely blank from how good he’s making you feel and the only thing you can even bring yourself to think about or say is his name.

brat tamer! jihoon who makes you cum yet again except this time he cums right along with you and inside of you, filling you up.

brat tamer! jihoon who kisses your head and takes good care of you after.

brat tamer! jihoon who would hold you close for the rest of the night while you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

[kozukensgf]

would u do more hoshi bf texts please 🙏🏻

you ask and i deliver 🙏🏻 i’m sorry it took so long but here you go!!

boyfriend texts with hoshi!

charac! kwon soonyoung

genres! smau, crack, fluff, nsfw (tiny little bit)

note! ipad kid pocket sized ochi is here again!!! i want HIM

masterlist

part one | part two

[boobear061]

The Babysitter

Summary: Mingyu had sex with Y/n, his sisters babysitter

Pairing: Mingyu x Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

WC: 6,490

Warning: daddy kink, kissing, oral ( m&f receiving ), hand job, blow job, doggy style, hair pulling, fingering, y/n is a virgin, protective sex, nipple play, grinding, spanking

**

~ Y/n's POV ~

I am on my way to the Kim household to babysit their daughter Ha-rin, she is 8 years old. I've been babysitting her for 6 months now. She's a such a sweetheart.

Ha-rin's parents are going to be gone for the weekend so I am going to be staying there until they come back. I have my carry on luggage in the trunk.

When I got to their house, I ranged the doorbell, the door opened, Mrs. Kim smiled at me and said " Hello Y/n. "

I smiled back at her and said " Hello Mrs. Kim. How are you? "

" I'm doing good honey, how about you? "

" I am good as well. "

" Come in. " She opened the door wide.

I walked in, she closed the door behind me, we walked to the living room and she said " Ha-rin, Y/n is here! "

Footsteps running to us, Ha-rin has a huge smile on her face and said " Y/n! "

I smiled back and said " Ha-rin! "

She gave me a hug, I hugged her back, she pulled away, looked at me and said " I have something to show you. "

" Really, what is it? "

Mrs. Kim looked at Ha-rin and said " Let me go show Y/n her room first, okay? "

" Okay Mommy. "

Mrs. Kim looked at me and said " Follow me. "

I followed her to the guest bedroom, Mrs. Kim walked over to the door that is on the left corner, opened it and said " This is your bathroom, there's also a closet in there. There's some hangers to hang your clothes in. "

I nod my head, set my purse down on the bed, took my phone out and heard Mr. Kim said " Jagiya? "

" In here Yeobo. " Mrs. Kim said.

Footsteps walked down the hallway, Mr. Kim stood by the door, looked at me, smiled and said " Hi Y/n. "

I smiled back and said " Hi Mr. Kim. "

" Thank you so much for babysitting Ha-rin. "

" Of course, she's a sweetheart. "

Mrs. Kim smiled and said " Yes, she is. "

Mr. Kim looked at his wife and said " I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but Jagiya, we need to go. "

She nod her head and said " Okay, let's go. "

We walked out of the room to the living room, Ha-rin is sitting down on the couch, Mrs. Kim looked at her and said " We are leaving sweetie. Come here. "

Ha-rin got off the couch, walked over to her parents, Mrs. Kim looked at her and said " Be good for Y/n. "

Ha-rin nod her head and said " Yes Mommy. "

Mrs and Mr. Kim gave Ha-rin a kiss on her forehead, she looked at me and said " You two have fun. Y/n, all the emergency calls are on the fridge. "

I nod my head and said " Yes, Mrs. Kim, you two have a safe trip. "

" Thank you, have a good day. "

" I will. "

Mrs. Kim grabbed her purse from the couch, we said bye, she and Mr. Kim walked out of the house, I looked at Ha-rin and said " Have you ate? "

Ha-rin nod her head and said " Yes, I have. Come on, let me show you what I got. "

She grabbed my hand, I followed her to her play room, she let go of my hand, walked over to a dollhouse, point at it and said " This is my new dollhouse. My brother got it for me. "

I looked at the dollhouse, smiled and said " This is so cute! "

She smiled huge and said " I know right? He even gave me new dollies. "

She grabbed her dolls, gave me one, I looked at it, smiled and said " I love it. "

" Can we play? "

" Sure, come on. "

We walked over to her dollhouse and play.

**

" What do you want to eat Ha-rin? Do you have anything in mind? "

" Hm.. Can we have ( Dish Name ) ? "

I nod my head and said " Yeah, sure. Let's go. "

" Wait, Daddy told me to give you this. " Ha-rin walked over to the counter that is next to the fridge, opened the drawer and got out a envelope.

She walked over to me, gave me the envelope, from what it's written in there says that there's money in there for groceries shopping money for Ha-rin.

I reminded myself to thank Mr. Kim later, I looked at Ha-rin and said " I'll be right back, I'm going to get my purse. "

" Okay. "

I walked over to the room I'm going to stay in, grabbed my purse, walked back to Ha-rin and said " Let's go sweetie. "

We walked over to the front door, I grabbed the keys, walked out of the house, I locked the door behind us, walked over to my car, stepped in and we are on our way to the market.

**

We are here in the kitchen putting the groceries away, I looked at Ha-rin and said " Have you done your homework? "

" No, not yet. "

" Okay, do your homework while I cook. "

" Okay. " She walked away and came back with her backpack, she sat down on the dining chair and do her homework.

I got started on cooking, I heard the front door open and a voice " I'm home. "

Ha-rin let out a gasp, she smiled huge, dropped her pencil and shouted " Mingyu! "

She got off the chair, ran to the front door and I heard " Hey Ha-rin, come here, give me a hug. "

Footsteps walked and I heard " Where's Mom and Dad? The house seem quiet. "

" They went on a trip for the weekend. "

" Who's car is that on the drive way? "

Wait.. that voice sounds familiar..

" My babysitter, she'll be staying here until Mom and Dad come back. "

" Y/n, this is my brother Mingyu. Mingyu, this is Y/n, my babysitter. " Ha-rin said.

I looked at them, was in shock when I saw the popular guy in my university, the guy who I have a huge crush on.

I didn't know that he's related to the Kim family..

" Hi Y/n. " Mingyu said.

" Hi Mingyu. "

He has a duffel bag and backpack with him, he looked at Ha-rin and said " I'll put these in my room. "

Ha-rin nod her head, Mingyu looked at me and said " Excuse me. "

I nod my head, he walked away, Ha-rin looked at me and said " Mingyu stays the weekend here. "

He what?! He's staying the weekend here?!

I nod my head, Ha-rin walked back to the dining table, continued her homework, and I went back to chopping the vegetables.

~ Mingyu's POV ~

This is my first time meeting Ha-rin's babysitter, from what her and my parents say, they love her. I didn't know Y/n is the babysitter.

I can't believe she's here. I was caught of guard when I saw her but I'm instantly drawn in.

I am aware about her crush on me due to those looks she's been giving me. I gotta admit, I like it. I'm not gonna lie to you, I find her attractive but my fear of ruining my image has always held me back.

Now that Y/n is going to stay here for the weekend I can finally make my move.

I walked to the kitchen, saw Y/n helping Ha-rin with her homework, she is explaining a math problem, when she is done, she looked at Ha-rin and said " You got it? "

Ha-rin nod her head, smiled and said " Yes, thank you Y/n. "

" You're welcome, let me know if you need help. "

" Okay. "

Y/n got up from the chair, looked at me and said " Can you help me? "

I nod my head and said " Yeah, sure. "

She told me what to do, I nod my head, walked over to the cutting board and chopped the vegetables.

**

~ Y/n's POV ~

I am here with Ha-rin in her play room coloring, I looked at her and said " I'll be right back, I'm going to get some water. * Got up from the chair * Do you want anything to drink? "

" No, thanks. I'm okay. "

" Alright, I'll be right back. "

Ha-rin nod her head, I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a glass cup, poured some water, took a sip out of it, from the corner of my eye I saw someone passed by the window from outside, I walked over to the sink and saw a shirtless Mingyu working out.

He has his airpods on, sweat dripping down his body, blushed hard, my eyes widened when I saw him waving at me with a smile on his face, I accidentally spilled water on my shirt and said " Oh shit. "

I dried off the wet spot, looked back at the window and saw that Mingyu wasn't there anymore.

Hmm.. maybe I was dreaming at he was there..

I finished the water, set the cup down on the counter, jumped up when I heard from behind me " Hey Y/n. "

I turned around saw a sweaty Mingyu standing in front of me, I quickly covered my chest with my arms in embarrassment and he said " Can I ask you something? "

" Sure. "

" Were you checking me out? "

I gulped, shook my head and said " I-I wasn't checking you out. "

" Really? " He took a few steps forward.

I nod my head, didn't say anything, he trapped me in between the counter, I gulped when he leaned in close to me, I thought he was going in for a kiss but he leaned back holding a glass cup.

He poured himself some water, took a sip out of it, looked at me and said " You might wanna change your shirt. "

I nod my head, blushed, walked out of the kitchen and heard Mingyu mumbled " Nice bra. "

What?!

I speed walked to the guest bedroom to change my shirt, went back to Ha-rin who is in her own little world coloring, I stood by the door, heard footsteps walking down the hallway and a voice " Nice shirt. "

Before I could say something Mingyu walked away, I walked in the room and said " I'm back. "

I sat down next to Ha-rin, she looked at me and said " Why did you change your shirt? "

" Uh, I spilled water on myself. "

Ha-rin picked up the coloring sheet, smiled at me and said " What do you think? "

I smiled back at her and said " I love it. "

She smiled huge and said " Thank you. "

**

Ha-rin is taking her nap, so I am doing my homework with Mingyu, we have two classes together, I can feel him looking at me, I looked at him, he quickly looked away, his water bottle fell down from the table, he grabbed it, I smiled when I saw his face turned red.

He's so cute..

Mingyu got up, set his water bottle back on the table, cleared his throat and I said " You okay? "

He nod his head and said " Yeah, I-I'm fine. "

" You sure? You keep looking at me. "

The redness in his face didn't leave and he said " Was I that obvious? "

" A little. "

We laughed, I realized that our hands are on top of each other, we looked at each other, he looked at my lips, I looked at his, he leaned in, we quickly moved away when we heard Ha-rin said " I'm thirsty. "

Mingyu quickly got up from the chair, looked at his sister and said " I'll get you some water, wait there. "

Ha-rin nod her head, Mingyu walked to the kitchen, I tried my best to not blush, looked at Ha-rin who has bed hair and couldn't keep her eyes open.

She's so adorable..

~ Mingyu's POV ~

When I got to the kitchen, I walked over to the counter, rest my hands, closed my eyes, bite my bottom lip and thought about what it's like to kiss Y/n.

I opened my eyes, leaned back, grabbed a cup, poured water for Ha-rin, walked back to the dining room, saw Y/n and Ha-rin talking, I gave my sister her water, she thanked me and drank it.

I sat down next to Y/n, looked at Ha-rin, she set the cup down on the table, told us that she's going to finish her nap, walked away to her room, Y/n looked at me and said " Uh, let's finish with our homework. "

~ Y/n's POV ~

I can't stop thinking about what happened, my crush Mingyu was gonna kiss me..

**

10:20 pm

* Dream *

Mingyu and I are both laying down in bed naked, he hovered me, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he deepened the kiss, bring his right hand up and down my thigh, pulled away, looked at me and said " You ready, baby? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, please. Take me. "

He insert himself inside my pussy slowly, we intertwined fingers, he thrust his hips slowly, we both let out a moan, he grabbed my legs, wrapped them around his torso, I bring my hands up and down his back and raked my nails down.

" Oh fuck, Y/n. " He moaned.

" Mingyu. " I moaned.

" Yes, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. "

* Dream Over *

I woke up sweating a little, I gulped, catched my breath, felt something down there that I had never felt before. I need to do something about it, but how?

I blushed hard from that dream that I had, I got out of the bed, put on my slippers, walked to the bathroom, rinsed my face, and looked at myself in the mirror with my hands on the counter.

I let out a sigh, walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen to get myself some water, I grabbed a glass cup, poured myself some water and took a sip. I tried to calm myself down but that feeling down there hasn't gone away..

I couldn't stop thinking about him.. having him on top of me..

I was going to take another sip of my water but jumped up a little, accidentally spilled water on my shirt when I heard from behind me " Hey Y/n. "

Fuck.. not again..

" Shit, sorry. I'm sorry. " Mingyu said.

I set the cup down on the counter and said " Stop doing that! "

" I'm so sorry. "

I turned around, looked at a shirtless Mingyu, he has a napkin in his hand wiping down my shirt, I blushed hard and said " Uh, M-Mingyu.. "

I am not wearing a bra and I know for sure that the shirt I'm wearing is a little see through and it's not helping with it being a little soaked from the water and with Mingyu's hand wiping the shirt.

" M-Mingyu, stop. " I said again and blushed harder.

Mingyu stopped, we locked eyes, he gulped, moved his hand away, blushed hard and said " I'm sorry. "

I crossed my arms on my chest, Mingyu looked at my chest, looked away, cleared his throat and said " I'm sorry you got your shirt wet again because of me. I'll make it up to you. "

I felt a little embarrassed because my nipples gotten hard from the cold water and I don't know if Mingyu felt them when he was wiping my shirt.

" I-It's okay, just don't do it again. "

He nod his head and said " Of course, I wouldn't do it again. I promise. "

Our eyes locked again, I caught him looking at my lips, back at my eyes, flashbacks from where we almost kissed in came to mind and Mingyu said " Y/n? "

" Yes? "

" There's something that I need to tell you. "

" What is it? "

" I... I couldn't stop thinking about how we almost kissed. "

I blushed and said " Me too. "

He looked at my lips, looked back into my eyes and said " Is it okay with you, if we try again? "

I gulped, nod my head and said " Yes. "

Mingyu took a few steps forward, got close to me, leaned in, I felt my heart race, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, we kissed for a few seconds, he pulled away from the kiss, we both blushed and he said " Wow. "

I smiled at him shyly, he tucked my hair behind my right ear and said " I have something to confess to you. "

" What is it? "

" I have a crush on you. "

My eyes widened, couldn't believe that I just heard, my crush has a crush on me! Am I dreaming?

I smiled at him and said " You do? "

He nod his head and said " Yes, for months now. I didn't know how to tell you because I thought you didn't feel the same way about me. "

I interviewed my fingers with his and said " I do feel the same way. "

Mingyu smiled and said " Really? "

I smiled back a s said " Yes, really. "

We both smiled at each other and he said " Is it okay with you, if I kissed him again? "

" Go ahead. "

He nod his head, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, wrapped my arms around his neck, he rest his hands on my hips, we made out for a few seconds, Mingyu pulled away, looked at me, I blushed, he smiled and said " You're so cute when you blush. "

I looked the other way, he chuckled, caressed my hair and said " Let me give you another shirt. Follow me. "

I followed him, we got to his room, I stood in the middle of his room while he's in his closet, he came back with a shirt, gave it to me and said " You can change in the bathroom. " He point to his bathroom.

I nod my head, walked over to his bathroom, changed into his shirt, walked back to his bedroom with my wet shirt, he walked over to me and said " Here, let me put this in the dryer for you. "

I gave him the shirt, he walked out of his room, I didn't know what to do so I just waited for him, he came back, looked at me and said " Your shirt is in the dryer. "

" Thank you. "

" You're welcome. Wanna watch a movie with me? "

" Sure. "

We walked over to the couch he has in his room, sat down next to each other, he turned on the tv, put on a movie and we watched it.

**

Mingyu and I are making out with me straddling his lap, he deepened the kiss, wrapped his arms around my waist, I cupped his face with my hands, our tongues fought for dominance, he pulled away, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes.

I leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, he moved his hands up and down my back, I bring my hands down to his chest, that feeling down there came back, the kiss got heated and I felt something hard underneath me.

I pulled away from the kiss, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes and he said " I want you so bad. "

" Me too. "

" Is it okay if I touch you? "

I blushed and said " Go for it. "

Mingyu cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed them, I bite my bottom lip, he leave wet kisses up and down my neck, I closed my eyes, he moved away, squeezed my boobs again, looked at me and said " I want you to do something for me. "

" What is it? "

" I want you to grind on me. "

I nod my head, grind on him, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he bring his hands down to my ass, squeezed them and gave it a light spank. We both moaned against the kiss, he deepened the kiss, I pulled away from the kiss and leave wet kisses up and down his neck.

" Oh fuck, Y/n. " He moaned.

I moved away from his neck, looked at him, leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, he squeezed my ass again, I grind on him faster, we both moaned against the kiss, he bring his hands on my thighs, lift me up, got off the couch, walked over to the bed, and gently laid me down.

He hovered me, with his right hand he caressed my thigh, I felt goosebumps rising on my body, his hand slowly going up to his shirt ( That I'm wearing ), his big warm hand touched my stomach, I pulled away from the kiss and said " Wait, Mingyu. "

He moved his hand away and said " What's wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry if I did. "

" It's just.. I've never done it before.. "

Yes, I'm a virgin. The only experience I've had is grinding over clothes.

Mingyu stood quiet, I let out a sigh and said " I'm sorry I ruined the mood I- "

He shook his head and said " No, you didn't ruin the mood. I'm glad you told me. I didn't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. We can stop if you- "

I shook my head and said " No, I want to continue. Just.. Just please go slow and gentle. "

He caressed my cheek and said " Are you sure you want to continue? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, please. "

Mingyu leaned in, kissed my forehead, pulled away, looked at me, caressed my cheek again and said " I promise I'll be extra gentle with you. I'll take really good care of you, but you need to do two things for me. "

" What's that? "

" One, I need you to not be loud. As much as I want to have you screaming my name, we don't want to wake up Ha-rin. "

I nod my head and he said " Two, * Leaned in and leave wet kisses on her neck * I want you to call me.. * Whispered in her ear * Daddy. "

Oh fuck..

He moved away, looked at me and said " Can you do that for me, baby? "

I nod my head and said " Yes. "

" Yes, what? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

Mingyu leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Good girl. Now let me lock the door. "

He got off the bed, walked over to his door, locked it, walked back to the bed, hovered me, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, I wrapped my arms around his neck, he deepened the kiss, and bring his hand down to caress my thigh again.

Mingyu pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " If things get too much for you, we need to come up with a safe word for you. It can be anything. "

" Cherry. "

He nod his head and said " If things get too much for you, say the word Cherry, and I'll immediately stop, okay? "

" Okay. "

He kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he squeezed my boobs, I moaned against the kiss, our tongues fought for dominance, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Is it okay with you if I take off your shirt? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, please. "

He took the shirt off, threw it across the room, I am bare chested, I blushed hard, Mingyu caressed my cheek and said " You're so beautiful. "

I smiled, leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, cupped my boobs with his warm hands, squeezed them, pulled on my nipples, I moaned against the kiss, he pulled away from the kiss, leave wet kisses up and down my chest.

He licked my left nipple, blew air on it which made me get goosebumps, he flicked his tongue on my nipple before sucking on it, with his other hand he squeezed my right boob and pulled on my nipple.

I bring my hand to the back of his head, let out a low moan and whispered " Oh fuck, Daddy. That feels so good. "

His mouth left my boob with a pop, looked at me and said " Say that again, please. "

Mingyu bring his hand down between my legs, rubbed my clit through my shorts, I leaned my head back, let out a low moan and whispered " Daddy. "

" Yes baby, moan my name for me. " He said and went back to sucking on my nipple.

I ran my fingers through his hair, gently pulled on it, he rubbed my clit a little faster, I spread my legs wider, his mouth left my boob with a pop and leave wet kisses down my stomach.

He continued rubbing my clit, licked his bottom lip, looked at me and said " Can I take these off? "

I blushed, nod my head and said " Yes. "

He moved his hand away from my clit, took off my shorts along with my thong, threw it across the room, I spread my legs, he got in between my legs, leave wet kisses up and down my thighs to my inner thighs.

He bring his index and middle finger to my mouth and said " Get them wet for me baby. "

I licked and sucked on his fingers, the lust in his eyes didn't leave, he nod his head and said " That's a good girl, nice and wet for me. "

He moved his fingers out of my mouth, kissed my inner thigh, spit on my clit, rubbed my clit with his fingers, I let out a low moan and whispered " Oh fuck. "

He flicked his tongue on my clit, I bring my hand down to the back of his head, gently pulled on his hair, let out a low moan and said " Daddy.. "

Mingyu moved his mouth away from my clit, looked at me and said " I'm going to finger you and I want you to say your safe word if it gets to uncomfortable for you, okay? "

I nod my head and said " I will. "

He insert his index finger in my pussy, I let out a low moan, he moved his finger in and out slowly, with his other hand he rubbed my clit and said " How's that baby? Are you in pain? "

" No, Daddy. "

He insert more of his finger in my pussy, moved his hand away from my clit, flicked his tongue, smacked his lips on my clit, with my right hand I squeezed my boob and pulled on my nipple.

I let out a low moan, Mingyu sucked on my clit, slowly insert another finger in my pussy, slowly fingered me, I leaned my head back, covered my mouth with my hand and moaned against it.

Mingyu let out a moan against my clit, moved his head side to side, opened his mouth, flicked his tongue on my clit, I moved my hand away from my mouth and said " Go faster please. "

Mingyu insert more of his fingers in my pussy, moved them a little faster, I spread my legs wider for him, I pulled on his hair a little which made him let out a moan against my clit, and I grind a little on his fingers.

**

" Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm going to- . " I whispered.

Mingyu moved his mouth away from my clit, looked at me and said " Yes, baby. Let it all out. Come on, cum for Daddy. "

I covered my mouth with my hand, moaned against it, he rubbed my clit with his other hand, I cummed on his fingers, moved my hand away from my mouth, Mingyu pulled his fingers away from my pussy, bring them to his mouth and licked and sucked on them.

He let out a moan against his fingers, moved them away from his mouth, got in between my legs, licked my pussy to my clit, I let out a low moan, and he gave my inner thighs kisses before hovering me.

He kissed my lips, I kissed him back, our tongues fought for dominance, I let out a moan against the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck to his back, moved them up and down.

Mingyu pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and I said " I wanna pleasure you too. "

He caressed my cheek, kissed my forehead, looked at me and said " Okay. "

He laid down next to me, I straddled his lap, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, I bring my hands down on his chest, moved them up and down, pulled away from the kiss, and leave wet kisses on his neck to his chest.

I kissed my way down to his abs, cupped his hardness with my hand, moved my hand side to side, Mingyu let out a low moan, I looked at him and said " Let's take this off. "

He nod his head, I took off his shorts along with his Calvin Klein boxers, threw them across the room, looked at his hard on, blushed hard, he smirked and said " You're blushing. "

I looked the other way, he caressed my cheek and said " It's okay, I love it when you blush. "

I looked at him, he kissed my forehead, looked at me and said " Do you know what to do? "

" No. "

Yes, I've seen videos and know what to do but I want him to teach me.

" Okay, wrap your hand around my dick, spit on it and licked the shaft to the head. "

I wrapped my hand around his dick, licked the shaft to the head, spit on it and spread it around his dick, looked at him and said " Like that? "

He nod his head and said " Yes, like that. Now move your hand up and down slowly. "

I moved my hand up and down slowly, he let a low moan, I saw something oozing out from his dick, something in me said to lick it off so that's what I did, I heard Mingyu let out a low moan and whispered " Fuck, Y/n. "

I moved my hand faster, Mingyu leaned his head back, closed his eyes and whispered " Yes, keep doing it like that. You're doing good. "

I've seen videos where she put the guys dick in her mouth so I'm going to try it.

I looked at Mingyu and said " Can I put your dick in my mouth? "

Mingyu looked at me, nod his head and said " Yes, please. I want to feel your mouth wrapped around my dick. "

I blushed, stopped my hand and he said " When you have my dick in your mouth, relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. If you have trouble breathing or it gets too much for you, you are free to move your mouth away or tap my thigh. Okay? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

I licked the shaft of his dick to the head, insert his dick in my mouth, relaxed my jaw, breathe through my nose, gave him a blow job, he bring his hand to the back of my head, let out a low moan and said " Fuck, Y/n. Look at you, with my dick in your mouth. Your mouth feels so fucking good. "

I let out a moan against his dick, he bite his bottom lip, moaned my name, I insert more of his dick in my mouth, felt him at the back of my throat, he thrust his hips and he said " Fuck, Y/n. You're doing so good for me. You look so fucking hot with your mouth wrapped around my dick. "

I felt myself get wet again, he thrust his hips faster and said " Remember, if it gets too much just tap my thigh and I'll immediately stop. Okay? "

" Mmhmm. " I moaned against his dick.

**

" Oh fuck, Y/n. I'm going to cum. "

I moaned against his dick, he moaned my name, cummed in my mouth, pulled out, I swallowed his cum, he cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away, looked at me and said " Are you ready baby? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, Daddy. "

" Go lay down on your back for me baby. "

I laid down, he opened the drawer from the left nightstand, grabbed a condom, looked at me and said " Are you sure you want to do this? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, I'm sure. "

" Remember your safe word okay? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" What's the safe word? "

" Cherrie. "

He leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Good girl. "

He put on the condom, slapped his dick on my clit, moved his dick up and down my clit slowly, we both let out a low moan, he did that for a few seconds and insert himself slowly in my pussy.

I let out a gasp, he rubbed my clit, I fisted the bed sheets, he didnt move until I tell him to and he said " Let me know when to move. "

I nod my head, he kissed my lips, I kissed him back, wrapped my legs around his torso, pulled away from the kiss, looked at him and said " You can move now. "

He nod his head, fucked me slowly, I let out a gasp, wrapped my arms around his back, we looked at each other, he interviewed our fingers, I relaxed and he said " Rub your clit for me baby. "

I bring my hand down, rubbed my clit, he leaned in, leave wet kisses up and down my chest, licked and sucked on my nipples, I leaned my head back and whispered " Oh fuck, Daddy. "

" Yes, Y/n. Moan my name baby. "

His mouth left my boob with a pop, he leaned back, looked at me, my boobs bounced up and down with every thrust he made, he insert more of his dick in my pussy, I raked my nails down his back.

" Yes, Y/n. Fuck. " He let out a low moan.

" Go faster Daddy. "

" Are you sure baby? "

" Yes, please. "

He nod his head, went faster and deeper, I arched my back, he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, we kissed each other here and there, I cupped my boobs with my hands, squeezed them and pulled on my nipples.

" Oh fuck. " I whispered.

**

" Fuck, Y/n. " Mingyu moaned.

My pussy clenched against his dick, Mingyu let out a low moan and said " You're gonna cum for me baby? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" Me too baby. Let's cum together. "

I nod my head, we both cummed, he kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away, kissed my forehead, looked at me and said " You did so good baby. "

I blushed, he pulled out, changed into another condom, looked at me and said " Go on all fours for me baby. "

I go on all fours, he insert his dick in my pussy from behind, leave wet kisses on my back, thrust his hips, I let out a low moan, he bring his hand down and squeezed my ass.

I fisted the bed sheets, he kissed my back and whispered in my ear " You're taking Daddy so good baby. I love the way you feel around me. Now, tell Daddy how you feel. "

" I feel so good Daddy, please keep going. " I let out a low moan.

He gave my ass a light spank, I bite my bottom lip, he bring his hands on my hips, fucked me deeper, I closed my eyes, felt him wrap his hand around my neck but didn't choke me and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

He moaned in my ear, I grabbed a pillow, bring it to my mouth, moaned against it, he unwrapped his hand away from my neck, I rolled my eyes back, fucked me a little faster, I moaned his name against the pillow.

" Fuck, Y/n. "

He spanked my ass, bring his hands on my hips, felt his chest on my back, kissed my temple, we moaned each other's names, he fucked me deeper.

**

We both cummed, he pulled out, spanked my ass and said " Come here. "

I turned around, sat down, watched him change into a new condom, he tap his thigh, I straddled him, he insert his dick in my pussy and said " Now, ride me up and down. "

I nod my head, rode him up and down, we intertwined fingers, with his other hand he rest it on my hip, my boobs bounced up and down with every thrust, we both moaned each other's names, I leaned in and kissed his lips.

He kissed me back, deepened the kiss, we both moaned against the kiss, I pulled away from the kiss, bring my hands to his chest, moved them up and down, kissed his neck, and he let out a low moan.

I rode him deeper, he spanked my ass, moved his hands up and down my back, I moved away from his neck, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes, he cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed them and pulled on my nipples.

" Fuck, yes. " We both said.

I grind my hips, he leaned his head back, I sucked on his neck, left a hickey, he spanked my ass, I moved away from his neck, looked at him, he did the same on my neck, I bring my hand to the back of his head, and he leave wet kisses down to my chest.

He licked and sucked on my nipples, I moaned his name, his mouth left my boob with a pop, he squeezed and spanked my ass, a few minutes later we both cummed, and we gave each other one last kiss before I got off him.

Mingyu looked at me and said " Come, let's take a shower. "

I nod my head, we got off the bed, he took his condom off, he turned on the water for the shower, we got in, washed each other's bodies, once we are done with our shower, we changed our clothes, and he said " You did so good baby. I'm so proud of you. I hope I didn't hurt you. "

I smiled, shook my head and said " No, you didn't. "

" Are you sure? "

" Yes, I'm sure. "

He caressed my cheek, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, we pulled away, he smiled at me while caressing my back and said " You look sleepy baby, let's go to sleep. "

I nod my head, we said goodnight to each other, I walked out of his room to the guest bedroom but first I'm going to see if Ha-rin is asleep so I walked to her room, slowly opened the door and saw that she's still sleeping.

I slowly closed the door, walked over to the guest bedroom, closed the door behind me, walked to the bed, laid down, looked at the ceiling, thought about what happened in Mingyu's room.

I just had sex with my crush.

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Nom Nom: The Bonus

Synopsis: Seungcheol has been hitting the gym more frequently lately, all for your sake, though you had no idea. When you fail to notice how much bigger his tiddies have gotten, he’s visibly upset. Determined to make up for it, you decide to give his tiddies the attention and admiration they deserve.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, series

Rating: mature

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: body worship, tiddie biting, marking, dry humping, hand job, lemme know if I missed anything!

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Your eyes light up at the sound of the door clicking open. Seungcheol’s back from the gym. He steps into the living room, drops his gym bag, and heads straight toward you with a teasing grin, pulling you into a tight hug.

"No! You’re sweaty!" you squeal, wriggling out of his grasp.

His arms drop, and he puts on a mock pout. "You don’t love me anymore," he mutters dramatically.

"I do, but I love the non-sweaty, non-stinky version of you even more," you tease with a grin. "Now, go shower."

With an exaggerated huff, he heads to the bathroom, leaving you giggling at his antics.

A little while later, he emerges freshly showered, clad in just a pair of loose basketball shorts, his torso on full display. Your eyes instinctively trail over his figure, and you can’t help but notice how much bigger and more defined his muscles look. All those extra gym sessions are clearly paying off.

"Look at you, Mr. Sexy," you tease, smirking. "Going to the gym more often is really working—you’re looking so big and buff."

Seungcheol blushes slightly but breaks into a giggle before flexing his muscles. "Do you notice any specific changes?" he asks, his tone hopeful.

You tilt your head, a little puzzled. "Uh, your muscles are bigger and more toned?" you offer hesitantly.

"But specifically, which muscle?" he presses, looking hopeful.

"All…of them?" you drawl, still unsure what he’s getting at.

His shoulders slump, and a small frown tugs at his lips. Alarmed, you knit your brows, worried you might have said something wrong.

"Cheollie, what’s wrong? Did I say something to upset you?" you ask softly.

"I’ve been working so hard on building my chest muscles just for you, but you didn’t even notice," he mutters, pouting like a scolded puppy.

Your eyes widen in realisation, and an apologetic "Oh" slips from your lips. You quickly get up and cradle his face in your hands.

"I’m so sorry, Cheollie. I didn’t realise," you apologise earnestly.

But Seungcheol only huffs, pulling away to plop down on the couch, arms crossed and his signature pout firmly in place. "I worked really hard just for you," he grumbles.

You follow him to the couch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing your cheek against his. "And it shows, Cheollie. Your tiddies look amazing," you try to reassure him with a playful smile.

"If they’re so amazing, why didn’t you notice until I told you?" he retorts, huffing again.

You open your mouth to respond but falter, no words coming out. Seeing this, Seungcheol whines and gently pushes you away, his pout unwavering.

"Cheollie," you plead, dragging out his name. "It’s because your tiddies were already perfect, so I didn’t notice the difference."

"Liar," he mutters, furrowing his brows and turning away from you.

"It’s true!" you defend, scooting closer to him, but he just moves to the other end of the couch, arms still crossed like a sulking child.

"Cheollie, come on," you coax, but he ignores you, his back turned stubbornly.

Undeterred, you inch closer and pepper soft kisses on his shoulder. "Cheollie," you murmur sweetly, hoping to break through his resolve. Still, he refuses to look at you, keeping up his act of playful defiance.

With a dramatic huff, you get up from the couch and climb onto his lap, carefully squeezing yourself into his space. Despite your efforts, he stubbornly keeps his head turned away, arms crossed and his pout still firmly in place.

"Cheollie, look at me," you purr, gently taking hold of his chin and turning his face toward you. He finally relents, his wide, puppy-like eyes meeting yours, his lips still pressed into an adorable pout.

"I’m sorry I didn’t notice all the hard work you’ve been doing just for me," you murmur, your thumbs softly brushing against his cheeks as you cradle his face. "But I promise I’ll make it up to you now."

His pout wavers, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "How are you going to do that?" he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper.

"By showing you just how much I love your tiddies," you reply with a mischievous smirk, your tone playful yet tender.

Before he can respond, you close the distance between the both of you, pressing your lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss. His pout melts away almost instantly, replaced by a soft smile as his arms relax and slide around your hips, holding you close.

Smiling against his lips, you begin trailing kisses down his neck, your touch light and affectionate. A breathy giggle escapes him, and the sound makes your heart flutter.

Your hands shift to his chest, giving them a firm squeeze and earning a soft groan from Seungcheol. Squeezing them again, you marvel at how much bigger they've become.

"Cheollie, you worked so hard just for me?" you ask, your voice filled with awe and affection as you gaze at him.

He chuckles softly and nods, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. "All for you, princess."

Your cheeks flush, and a warm glow fills your chest at his words. He puts in so much effort, going to the gym every single day just for you. Your heart swells with love—he really is your Cheollie.

You press another tender kiss to his lips and softly murmur, "I love you," before letting your attention drift to his chest.

You start by peppering his chest with soft kisses; he lets out a soft chuckle and murmurs, "That tickles." You gently sink your teeth into the muscle, eliciting a groan from him. You hum softly against his chest before leaning in to suck on the tender skin, releasing it with a gentle pop.

"So perfect, just for me," you mumble before sucking on another part of his chest.

Seungcheol throws his head back and lets out a soft moan as he savours the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him, his cheeks flushing at your words. Slowly, you trail your way up to his neck, leaving a path of purple and red marks in your wake.

"My perfect Cheollie," you whisper softly against his neck before peppering it with love bites, making sure the world knows exactly who he belongs to.

Your hands go back to squeezing his plump chest, squeezing them like a stress ball. Taking each nipple into your hand, you start rolling the bud against your fingers, earning a whimper from him.

You can't help but roll your hips against his when you hear the pretty sounds escaping his lips. You giggle when you hear him groan and teasingly grind against him once more.

"Always such a tease," he mutters, his voice strained, making you giggle.

"Can’t help it," you reply with a playful grin.

You lean down and look up at him as you lick a long stripe from the base of his chest up to his neck. Seungcheol can’t help but let out a deep chuckle at your actions. You throw him a wink before taking one of his nipples into your mouth, sucking the sensitive bud. He exhales deeply, his hand slipping to the back of your head as he gently presses you closer against his chest.

You run a teasing hand down his torso, stopping at his crotch. You slip your hand into his shorts without warning, grinning when you find that he's not wearing anything underneath. Wrapping your hand around his dick, you earn a groan from him when you press your thumb against his slit.

His breath hitches when you start stroking him at a teasing pace. Your tongue continues to suck his sensitive bud whilst your hand continues to toy with his shaft. You let go of his nipple with a pop, moving to give the other one equal attention.

Desperate for more, Seungcheol starts to buck his hips into your hand, a soft whimper escaping his lips. You giggle at his helpless state, leaning back to look down at him with a teasing grin.

"What’s wrong, Cheollie?" you ask, smirking playfully.

"Princess," he whines, his voice laced with desperation, "don’t do this."

"Do what?" you reply innocently, slowing your hand movements on purpose, earning a frustrated groan from him.

"Princess," he growls, bucking his hips up in frustration.

Deciding he’s had enough teasing, you pick up the pace of your hand movements; Seungcheol throws his head back and moans, hips matching your pace. Leaning back down, you press a few more marks onto his chest, leaving no part untouched by your claim.

"Shit, I'm close," he groans out.

You lean in close to his ear, your voice soft as you whisper, "Cum for me, Cheollie."

At your words, he comes undone. You bite your lip and watch in awe as Seungcheol comes apart beneath you, jaw slacked and pretty moans escaping his lips. He takes a few moments to catch his breath before grabbing your chin, and pulling you into a messy kiss that leaves you breathless, stealing the air right from your lungs.

Pulling away, both of you gasp for breath, your eyes locking as soft smiles form on your lips. He gently tucks a few stray strands of hair behind your ear before resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice tender.

"I love you more," you whisper back, your words laced with affection.

At that moment, it’s undeniable—Choi Seungcheol is yours, completely and utterly yours, in a way no one else could ever have him.

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me the the entire time:

[smileysuh]

night terror

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, bathroom sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, blow job, deep throating, mentions of masochism, loud sex, your kid hearing you scream during sex and then your husband lies to her and says it's night terrors when really it's him - he's the night terror, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.2k

🍭 aus. rich businessman cheol, husband cheol, established relationship, father cheol, stay at home mom reader, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. i need a rich husband sugar daddy and i need him now

There had been a time in his life when Seungcheol had thought he might never settle down. As a busy businessman, he’d never been able to comprehend how it would be possible to factor a wife - let alone children - into his schedule. But then, one summer afternoon, he’d met you, and all his fears had vanished.

His previous relationships had been marred with accusations about his lack of making time, and he’d been ready to repeat the same issues with you. However, the conflicts never came. You were a strong, capable, young woman, and as the first months of you flew by blissfully, Seungcheol had realized you accepted him for him, work and all. If anything, distance made the heart grow fonder, and when you were together, you both gave each other your complete attention, nurturing the relationship in a way that he’d never had a relationship truly nurtured before. 

Six months in, he’d asked you to marry him, and it was the most confident he’d ever been with a decision in his entire life. When you’d gotten pregnant, only a short while after your honeymoon, the two of you had sat down to discuss what being parents would look like. You’d both been committed to giving your children the best lives possible going forward, and - knowing he’d be around less than a dad with a different, less demanding job - Seungcheol had asked if you’d be interested in the stay-at-home life.

It’s been five years since then, and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where Seungcheol has questioned his decisions with you. He comes home at erratic times in the evening, but he always finds you excelling at motherhood. 

He truly doesn’t know how you do it and make it look easy. You have such a gentle way with not only the kids, but him as well, and he almost feels as if you were meant for this role. You’re a caregiver, through and through, and Seungcheol thinks he must be one of the luckiest men in the whole world to be able to fulfill the provider counterpart. 

It’s a Monday evening, and he’s managed to get off work early. When he arrives at your large family home, he follows the sound of giggles to the kitchen. This room has been the heart of your house ever since the kids were old enough to follow you around it like ducklings, watching you cook with eyes full of wonder - he thinks they must get that trait from him at least. 

He leans against the wall while he watches you, taking in the vision in front of him. It’s mac and cheese night, a long-held tradition in your household, wherein you help the kids make the base, and allow them to choose their favorite toppings to go in the ramekins before oven baking. 

The elder of your children, Daehyun, is more adventurous, and it looks like you’re helping him saute a pan of mushrooms on the gas stove top. Even while dealing with the hot element, and a little boy grabbing at your apron while teetering on his cooking step stool, you’re giving just as much attention to your youngest. 

Hana is the apple of Seungcheol’s eye, and - bless her heart - she’s a cheese fiend. There must be five different kinds of cheese on the counter, and you’re softly talking to her while she struggles to grate a small block of what looks to be gruyere. 

“You’re doing so well,” you tell your daughter. “Give mommy just a moment and she’ll help you grate the last of it. I don’t want you hurting your hands.”

“Okay, mama,” Hana nods, setting the cheese down before leaning over to watch you stir the pan. 

“Do you want to try a mushroom, sweetheart?” you ask, picking one out of the pan to taste for yourself. “They’re very good.”

Hana’s always been better at trying new things if you or Seungcheol go first, and the businessman finds himself smiling while he watches the soft moment.

“Okay,” Hana says, but she doesn’t sound too sure. 

“It’s a little hot, so I’m going to put it on the cutting board to cool before either of you taste it, okay?” You lift a few mushrooms from the sizzling pan, setting them down and gently blowing away the steam. “Let me know if these are good, Daehyun, or if you’d like me to cook them a little longer to make them more crispy.”

The three of you are so wrapped up in your own little world, and Seungcheol supposes the soft classical music in the background had drowned out the sound of his footfalls as he’d approached. He decides it’s a good time to make his presence known, so he moves into the room, coming to stand on the other side of the island countertop.

“Look at you three chefs,” he muses.

“Daddy!” His children scream, with Daehyun jumping from his stool to run around the table and hug Seungcheol around the waist. Hana, meanwhile, still needs help getting down from the steps, and Seungcheol watches you lift the small child to set her on the floor so she can join her brother on the other side of Seungcheol. 

“It smells good,” Seungcheol tells you, smiling at you as he rubs the backs of his children.

“We were just trying mushrooms!” Daehyun announces, releasing Seungcheol in favour of running to you to grab the food before dashing back to his dad, holding his hand out. 

Seungcheol accepts the mushroom, and he tries it, letting out an embellished groan. “These are great,” he says, which prompts both children to try them too.

“Perfect!” Daehyun agrees.

Seungcheol watches you turn off the heat under the pan, moving to finish grating the gruyere for Hana. “How was work, my love?” you ask.

“Fine,” he sighs, not wanting to think about his job in a moment like this. “I couldn’t miss mac and cheese night. How were things around here?”

“Hana, why don’t you tell daddy about preschool?” you suggest, moving a pan of preprepared pasta bake ramekins on a tray to the island counter. 

“We did art!” Hana says proudly. “Made something for you.”

“Really?” Seungcheol loves receiving drawings from his kids. “Want to go grab it for me?”

You’re two steps ahead of him, even while cooking, and you reach behind yourself to grab a piece of paper from the fridge. You hold it out to Seungcheol, and he takes it from you, smiling widely as he looks at the image.

“It’s our family,” Hana explains, although, with the dad character holding a briefcase and dressed in a suit, Seungcheol thinks it would be impossible for him to think it’s anything else.

“I love it, you’re going to be an artist one day,” he tells her, reaching down to pick her up, tucking her by his hip. “And how about you, Daehyun? How was soccer practice?”

“Mommy picked me up after school and she had veggie snacks which weren’t that good but I ate them anyways, and we did practice and I scored goals-” Seungcheol loves how his son rambles, and he listens patiently while Daehyun describes finding a coin on the field that he can add to his collection of treasures he’s picked up throughout his life.

By the time the story is finished, you’ve already put the mac and cheese in the oven, and you’re standing with your palms on the counter, watching Seungcheol interact with his children. There’s a gentle smile on your face, your eyes lit up with affection.

Seungcheol is drawn to you, and he walks around the island, Hana still tucked on his hip. “Hi,” he says softly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “How was mommy’s day?”

“Good,” you respond. “Hana and I went to a greenery after preschool to get some new plants for the garden.”

“Oh yeah?” Seungcheol looks down at his daughter. “Did you two find anything nice?”

“Mommy got me a bouquet of tulips,” Hana confirms. 

“We also got a few more lavender bushes and some rosemary,” you add. “She played with bubbles while I planted them, and then we went to get Daehyun for soccer. A few of his friends came over with their moms after that to play in the pool, and then we started mac and cheese.”

“Sounds like a full day,” Seungcheol nods. He’s constantly in awe of how you juggle both kids, house maintenance, a social life, and cooking. 

“The kids are tuckered out,” you say, reaching out to brush some hair from Hana’s face. “They were thinking we could watch some Disney movies after dinner before bed.”

“Well we can’t say no to that, can we,” Seungcheol smiles. 

“No, we can’t,” you agree. “Daehyun, the mac and cheese is in the oven, should we start on a salad?”

“Do we have to?” he asks.

“Greens are an important part of a healthy diet,” you remind the little boy who’s always had problems with his veggies. “How about you help me choose what type of salad to make?”

“Can we have the one with lots of cheese?” Hana questions.

Seungcheol loves his little cheese fiend, he loves his family, and most of all, he loves that he gets to share it with you every day.

After being filled up with hot mac and cheese, the kids had fallen asleep less than thirty minutes into their movie. Seungcheol had carried them to bed, double checking to make sure they were tucked in all right, and now, he heads into your shared room, closing the soundproof doors behind him.

“I’ve said it already, but I’ll say it again, dinner was great,” he tells you, as he heads to his closet to begin removing his button-up shirt. “Even the salad was good, I haven’t seen Daehyun eat that many greens in months.” 

“He’s warming up to them,” you smile, coming up behind your husband to give him a hug from behind, your cheek pressed to his back. “We were all happy you were there to eat with us. I know work has been busy, so I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”

“And miss mac and cheese night?” Seungcheol scoffs. “Not even Jeon Wonwoo himself could keep me from that.”

You laugh at the mention of his business partner. “He can join next time, if he has the time. Hana misses Uncle Woo.”

“That's because he dotes on her.”

“As if you don’t.” 

“We all do, she’s a special kid, that one.”

“They both are,” you muse. “Daehyun downplayed it, but he was doing really well in practice. Coach says he has some real talent. Apparently he can’t shut up about the way that you take him to games twice a month in box seats. I think it’s making a huge difference.”

“That’s good to hear,” Seungcheol smiles. 

“Anyways, enough about our days,” you sigh. “Do you need a shower?”

“Why? Do I smell?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“No, I was just thinking I might have one, and maybe you’d like to join me.”

Seungcheol groans. “Well, now I definitely need a shower.”

“Perfect.” You pull away from his back, reaching down to take off your shirt as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll see you in there, daddy.” 

As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax. 

You turn the shower on, and as the spa-like bathroom fills with steam, you undo your pants. You’re slipping out of the fabric when Seungcheol joins you. His large form gently presses against your back, and his lips find your shoulder. His hands smooth down your arms softly, and he presses his crotch against your bum, showing you how turned on he is.

“You look so beautiful today,” he tells you.

“And you look as sexy as ever,” you respond, smiling while leaning back against his bare chest. 

“I do, do I?” You feel him grin where he’s kissing your neck, and you rest the back of your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him. “Guess this means we’re a match made in heaven.”

You love when he sweet-talks you like this, and when his hand slips down your abdomen to cup your pussy, you let out a groan of pleasure. “Should we go in the shower?”

“The shower can wait,” Seungcheol states, “and these panties have to come off.”

“You got it, daddy.” You hook your fingers in the waistband, pushing them down so his eager fingers can touch you directly. The contact has you shivering, and he begins to circle your clit. 

“How did I ever get so lucky with you?” he asks, teasing you while he grinds against your ass.

“I ask myself the same question every day,” you confess, whimpering when one of his large fingers slips into your core. 

“I think I’m the lucky one,” Seungcheol tells you, sucking on the sweet spot on your throat that always makes your entire body react. 

“Agree to disagree,” you whisper, consumed by the feeling of his fingers as he adds a second one, working you open. 

“It’s torture spending a whole day without being able to touch you,” your husband confesses, as he applies pressure to your clit with his palm.

You know exactly how he feels, and although you’re leaning into his touch, allowing him to be the one exploring your form, you know your patience will run dry soon. You need his cock, more than you’ve ever needed anything in your life.

It’s tantalizing, having his large bulge rubbing against your ass while he finger fucks you closer and closer to a release that’s always much too easy for him to earn. 

You turn your head to the side, reaching behind yourself to tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips to your own. 

After all these years, Seungcheol knows your body inside and out. There are no words that need to be spoken as he gets you closer and closer to your high, only whimpered moans and groans of pleasure as you remain lip-locked.

Your first orgasm overtakes you, and you gasp into the kiss, wiggling your hips for more stimulation while he helps you through it. His free hand is on your waist, and he aids in your motions, which only adds to your pleasure.

“Cheol-” you whisper.

“I know, darling, I know,” he presses his forehead to yours, finishing you off before removing his hand from between your legs. He quickly sucks your juices off his digits before working on your bra, which falls off to join your clothes on the floor.

You turn in his embrace, palms flat to his chest so you can push him back until his bum hits the edge of the sink. “I wanna suck you off,” you tell him, feeling confident and as needy as ever.

“Fuck, I love it when you use that sweet, pretty mouth of yours to say the dirtiest things,” Seungcheol groans, large hands moving down to work on his belt while you sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

“You had a long day,” you tell him, knowing every day is long for the successful businessman, “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” he smiles, pushing his pants down so his cock can be released. 

Wasting no time, you wrap your hand around the base, taking one last look up at him to muse, “Well, I want to make you feel great,” before your mouth finds his large cock. 

The sounds he makes during sex have always been a huge turn-on for you, and the groans he lets out as you suckle on the head of his cock are like angels singing. You close your eyes, leaning into the act of pleasuring the man you love most in the world. 

His gentle hand finds your head, and he helps you blow him, taking more of him into your mouth while your hand pumps the base.

“You’re so good,” he whispers. “So fucking good for me.” 

You groan at the praise, and it makes his hips twitch, cock slipping into the back of your throat.

When you’d first been together, you hadn’t been used to the sensation, but after all this time together, you’ve become accustomed to it. In fact, you even kind of enjoy it when he throat-fuckes you, in some odd masochistic kind of way.

He’s slow with it, and you know he’s watching you carefully for any signs that he should let up on you. With you focused on your breathing and relaxing your throat, he never has to actually pull away. You listen to his sounds of pleasure grow, his grip tightening in your hair. 

“Fuck,” he groans, gently pulling you off his cock. “I need you.” 

He helps you to your feet and in one motion, he lifts you up and sets you on the sink, slotting between your legs. Your hands find his strong shoulders while he guides his cock to your pussy. His lip is caught between his teeth in concentration, and your heart swells with love for your husband.

The head of his cock slips into you and you both groan. 

“You’re wound up, darling,” he muses as he sinks a few more inches into you, test thrusting so your wet juices can cover his length and make it easier for you both. “Are you sure you don’t need some more of my fingers?”

“No,” you hold his strong shoulders tighter, “I just need you.”

“Yeah?” he leans in, pressing his lips to yours while his hands find your hips, one slipping to gently cup the small of your back. “Are you still my needy princess?”

It had been the first true pet name that stuck when you’d started dating, and even after all these years, it still makes a tingle run up your spine.

“Yes, Cheol, you feel so good-”

His thrusts have his cock sinking fully inside of you now, and you can’t help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your body is alight with pleasure, and you truly can't help the sounds that are escaping past your lips.

You try your best to be quiet with Cheol most nights, but your kids are asleep. On top of that,  there’s a soundproof bedroom door, a bathroom door and a shower running to muffle your noises, so you figure now is as good a time as any to let loose a little.

“God, I love it when you get loud for me,” Seungcheol groans, leaning forward to pepper your throat in kisses while you lace your fingers through his soft hair. 

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and you can feel tension building in your abdomen, a sign of another orgasm on its way.

“You look so perfect like this,” your husband muses. Suddenly, he’s pulling away from you. “I want you to see.” 

You moan in annoyance as he pulls out of you, dragging you off the countertop so he can turn you around, facing the steamed mirror. You bend over the sink, letting out a whine when he slips inside of you again, leaning forward with his chest pressed to your back while he wipes a hand along the reflective surface. 

You can see yourself now, and you look completely fucked out. 

Cheol grins behind you, and you love how the reflection showcases how much larger than you he is. With your smaller form in front of him, his shoulders are visible on either side of your own, and his height makes your pussy clench around him.

“Told you it was sexy,” Seungcheol muses, leaning forward again to press his lips to your shoulder. “I want you to watch as I make you cum.”

You’re not entirely sure you’ll be able to keep your eyes open, but you nod all the same, eager to please him as he begins to fuck you again. Each thrust has your hips pressing to the marble sink top, and it hurts a little, but the pain is pleasure.

You groan, panting as you watch Seungcheol fuck you from behind through the mirror.

He truly is a vision. each slap of his hips against your ass has your breasts bouncing too-

Steam is quickly covering the mirror again, and you reach out a shaky hand to wipe it away, intent on doing your best to follow through with his command.

“Cheol,” you whimper, his thrusts getting faster, harder- 

“That’s it,” he groans. “Let me hear you.” 

Your sounds are getting louder and louder as the tension in your stomach builds- and when Seungcheol licks two fingers, slipping his hand down your front to play with your clit, the noises of pleasure become uncontrollable. 

“Gonna cum for me, princess?” he asks, breath hot against your throat.

Everything feels so intense, the steam in the room adding to your heightened senses, and you nod quickly. You can’t find it in yourself to speak, you can only grab the sink as an anchor while your husband works you to the edge-

“I’m there too,” Seungcheol assures you. “Cum with me.” 

The sound that escapes you as your pussy clamps down on his cock is almost inhuman, and you struggle to keep your eyes open, gazing at your own fucked out expression through the mirror while Seungcheol rides out your highs.

His head is thrown back, throat all gorgeous and on display- 

You love him a stupid amount, and it only makes your core throb harder around his cock while he fills you up with his cum. 

It doesn’t help that his fingers are still on your clit, and you twitch from oversensitivity, letting out another loud cry. Seungcheol’s eyes open, as if he hadn’t even realized what he was still doing, too lost in the feeling of your throbbing cunt- he’s quick to pull his hand away, resting it on your hip as his thrusts begin to slow.

“Fuck,” he groans, “that was good.” 

His lips find your shoulder, and you both do your best to slow your heavy breathing. 

“Now I really need that shower,” you joke, earning a chuckle from the man still inside of you.

“Let's do it,” he says, giving you one last kiss before he pulls out of you.

He grabs your hand, helping you to the shower-

“Shit, did you hear that?” His head turns towards the closed door.

“I didn’t hear anything,” you tell him.

“No, listen, there it is again-” Seungcheol lets go of your hand, and he quickly grabs his robe, wrapping it around his naked body. He opens the bathroom door. “Shit, we woke up one of the kids. I’ll be right back.”

He exits the bathroom, shutting you inside behind him as he tightens his robe, rushing to the large soundproof bedroom doors. When he opens them, he finds Hana standing there, her stuffed teddy in her arms.

“Is Mama okay?” she asks, looking up at him like she’s on the verge of tears.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Seungcheol is quick to sink to his knees, wrapping his daughter in a hug. “You know she gets night terrors sometimes. It was just a bad dream, but I got a shower started for her and she should be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Hana asks, wiping at her eyes.

Seungcheol releases her, taking a look at her face and helping her clear the tear tracks with his thumb. “Yes, love, mama is fine. Here, let me get you back to bed.”

He picks up his daughter, carrying her back to her room. She settles in alright, and with a quick kiss to her forehead and a goodnight, Seungcheol leaves her be. He’s in a rush to get back to you, and as he enters your room and ensuite bathroom, shrugging off his robe, he finds you in the shower.

“I swear that kid has super hearing,” he muses softly, joining you under the water spray and pulling your body tight to his own.

“Maybe our soundproof bedroom door isn’t as soundproof as we thought,” you suggest. “Did you tell her it was night terrors again?”

“That seems to be the company line, doesn’t it?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle. He feels a little bad that the lie has gone on for two years already, but what else is he supposed to say to a kid who just heard her mother screaming?

“Hey, Night Terror,” you tug him closer, “you look lost in thought. What’s on your mind?”

Seungcheol sighs. “Just that maybe we need to invest in some good earplugs for the kids.”

You laugh, snuggling close to his chest while he wraps you in his arms. “Darling, I love the way you think.”

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“Uncle Woo!” Hana lights up as one of her favorite people enters the house, and Wonwoo returns her smile, dropping onto one knee to embrace her.

“Hey, Hana,” he grins.

“They told us we were sleeping over with you but I almost didn’t believe it!” Hana raves.

“I got the guest room all set up for you two,” Wonwoo says, standing up while holding your daughter to his chest. His gaze shifts to Daehyun. “Uncle Mingyu and Uncle Vernon are going to pop by for a bit too, they’ve been missing watching soccer with you. I’ve got the game from earlier recorded, you could have some boys' time while I play princesses with Hana.”

God. You love Wonwoo. He’s the best uncle you could have asked for concerning your kids. It’s clear Seungcheol thinks the same, his grip tightening around you while his smile widens. You all watch Hana joyfully rant about playing princesses, and Daehyun is even smiling at the thought of spending time with his favorite uncles.

“Do you two have any special plans for tonight?” Wonwoo asks when there’s a lull in the conversation. 

It’s your anniversary tonight, and you definitely have special plans, but none you can discuss in front of the kids.

“Mostly just taking her out for dinner,” Seungcheol says, which is only half a lie as he turns to gaze at you with hearts in his eyes.

“Nothing too extreme,” you agree, patting his chest. 

Wonwoo gives you a look that tells you he sees through your bluff, but your kids are none the wiser, and - as it is with your ‘night terrors’ - at the end of the day, a few white lies to protect their innocence doesn’t hurt anybody.

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Kim Mingyu | First night back

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the lock on the front door clicks and the door pushes open. you see mingyu's figure as he enters the apartment. not even giving him time to set his things down you jump off the couch running and jumping into his arms. 

he quickly drops his bags and catches you in his arms. he pulls you up easily and your legs wrap around his waist. mingyu buries his face in your neck, taking in you a sweet scent. he squeezes your figure by swaying back and forth. 

"i've missied you so much gyu." you whisper in his neck. he chuckles placing a kiss on your neck. his hands slide down your back and then under your butt still holding you up allowing you to lean back to see his face. he lifts his hand to move some of your lose curls from your face. 

"not as much as i've missed you baby girl." he says flashing you a smile, his sharp canine like fangs smiling at you as well. he slowly lets you down still holding you close with his hands placed on your waist. your neck being cranked upto look at him. 

he turns you around by the waist leading you over to the couch his with lips on your neck placing soft light kisses. letting out a small giggle at the ticklish feeling. he flops down on the couch and pulls your body between his legs , each leg straddling the sides of his legs. 

eyes now being leveled due to his slouching position you take a good look at the desire and lust that floats around in them. his hands feel all over your body missing the soft feeling of your coco butter skin. he looks down his eyes focusing on your boobs sitting perfectly in your cropped tank top. 

"i've been needy and alone for 4 weeks , gyu if you're gonna fuck me please do it quickly." you whine grabbing his attention back to your pleading face. he smirks before wrapping his fingers under your tank top and pulling it over your head. he smiles at the sight of your black lacy bra and the 24k gold necklace with his name blinged out in diamonds sitting between your boobs.

"lay down for me baby, daddy's gonna take care of you." he guides your body to lay flat on the couch his hand rubbing the sides of your stomach. he unzips his black jacket revealing his tonned tanned chest. he throws the jacket somewhere on the floor. 

he starts by kissing your chest making you let out a satisfied moan missing his touch and his kisses. he trails sloppy kisses all the way down to the waist line of your PJ shorts. he hooks a finger around the shorts and slowly starts to pull them down , you whine at how slow he's going. 

"Stop whining baby , you know i don't like when you whine." he says knowing excacly what he's doing. while mingyuwas away you made sure that he knew how much you missed him. sending him pictures and videos of you sticky wet cunt , knowing that you wouldn't break his rule of no touching without primisson. he knew you were suffereing right now.

he taps your hips signaling for you to lift them. you lift your hips and he pulls off the shorts and the panties as well. mingyu lets out a groan at how wet you are and he hasn't even touched you yet. 

"my poor baby , look at my pretty pussy." he says while taking his pointer finger and ghosting it over your throbbing clit. "so needy and sensitive." he says in a mocking tone. you moan out even though he isn't touching you but just the thought of him getting ready to makes you wanna cum on the spot. 

he spreads your legs placing both over his broad shoulders. he smiles up at you as you stare down at him with teary lust filled eyes. he watches as your chest moves up and down. he opens his mouth his thick tounge rolling out.

licking from you leaking hole to your clit he starts sucking and making out with you cunt. your back arches off the couch letting out a loud moan that the neighboors can definitely hear. 

one hand flys to the back of the couch gripping it while the other hands grabs onto mingyu's slightly buzzed head. yourhips start to jerk as he begins to fuck you with his tounge. 

the lewd nosises echoing through the living room. sound of spit and pre-cum being mixed together with mingyu's mouth. "m-mingyuu ah ah fu-fuckkk." you scream out your back arching even more up off the couch when mingyusticks his ringed middle finger deep into your cunt making your orgasm build up in the core of your stomach. 

mingyu feels your pussy clench and unclench around his finger so he pulls away his quickly rubbing his hand across your cunt making you jerk up grabbing his wrist feeling a huge shock of pleasure. 

before you can cum he removes his hand watching as your body shakes from the declined orgasm. mingyu sits up to pull his pants and underwear off. you reach between your legs sticking two of your own fingers in you cunt getting yourself ready to be stretched out by mingyu's monster cock. 

mingyu strokes his hard cock. he brings his hand up to your mouth , you already knowing what to do you open your mouth licking and slobbering on his fingers. he uses your spit as lube rubbing it on the tip of his cock. 

lining himself up , he wastes no time sliding inot your cunt. he groans out his head falling as he feels your cunt sucking him in. "shit baby , ima fuck you so good." mingyu moans out his lips then smashing onto yours. 

his tounge explores your, both of your moans mixing forming a perfect melody. mingyu begans the thrust hearder at the feeling of your squishy walls squezzing his cock. 

he sits up on his knees wrapping his giant hands on either sides of you hips and starts to pound into you at animalistc pace. the sound of skin clapping and wet slushing noises can be heard from a mile away, and the porngraphic moans that rip from your throat. 

"ahh ah d-daddy i-i'm cumming ! Fuck i wanna cum!" you yell. mingyu watches as your eyes start to rolling till the whites of your eyes are all that's seen. mingyu hunches over marking your neck and sharpining his thrust feeling the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. 

"go ahead baby girl , cum for daddy. give it to me baby." he growls out in your ear biting down on your lobe. with those words you feel as if you blacked out at how hard and fast your orgasam hits you , sending your body into a euphoric shock.

mingyu continues with fast thrust and then slows down helping you ride out your high. he sits up , his arms holding him up as he hovers over your body. mingyu feels as if he just got done with an intense workout. 

he slips his still hard cock out of you earning a whine from the slight overstimulation. he moves your still shaken body over a bit to slide behind you pulling you close to his chest feeling his hard cock in the crack of your butt and back. 

you just lay there trying to get your brain back down to earth before speaking. "you didn't cum." you say with a hint of disappointment , loving when he feels you full of his thick seed. mingyu chuckles at your tone while kissing yournecked shoulder. 

"it's alright my love , we're nowhere from being done. i'll have you up all night." he says sneaking his hand down between your legs rubbing your swollen clit with his middle and ring finger making you let out a pained moan feeling pain but the pleasure slowly takes over. 

he sits up standing , slipping his big muscly arms under your body picking you up bridal style. "i'm gonna make you a mommy tonight love." he says making you let out a satisfied laugh kissing his lips as he walks out the living room and into y'all's shared bedroom.

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