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beomcoups · 6 months ago

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Legal Briefs

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lawyer!Dokyeom x fem!reader 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pwp, corporate au, 18+, non-idol au 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, riding, unprotected sex, cream pie, pet names, slight exhibitionism, oral (m. receiving), clit stimulation, squirting 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.1k 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dokyeom is stressed out over his case, and you use your brain in more ways than one to help him relax.

AN: Thank you to @miabebe for beta reading this for me at the last minute and @miniseokminnies being lovely. This is a repost, as this fic was originally written for another idol. I have decided to edit it and make it fit Dokyeom more. I hope you enjoy it <3. Also, tagging @onlyseokmins because that's your man, duh, lol. If you want to be tagged in future fics, sign up here🤎

Dokyeom is one of the most prominent corporate lawyers in your country, and you understand how hard he works daily to maintain that reputation. You were a lawyer when you met him, so you know the ins and outs of the legalities and how stressful it can be defending clients. Your first time seeing him was at a kickboxing gym you both frequented and then on the opposite end of the court, duking it out to protect your clients involved in a breach of contract. You may have won that battle, but in the end, Dokyeom won your heart, and you left the corporate life behind to be a housewife.

You walk into the swanky thirty-floor office building, and the security guard greets you as you approach the elevator. You are holding Dokyeom’s favorite lunch, pizza with cheese sticks, secured in a heated lunch box. You also brought fruit and juice, which he has been into lately. It’s a nice day outside, and what would be better than spending lunch with your husband?

You hum your way up to the 20th floor, greeted by the receptionists as the elevator doors open. The anticipation is building, and the excitement and butterflies in your stomach are brewing as you make your way to his office. You speak to everyone that makes eye contact with you. Everyone knows you as the boss’s wife, a hotshot lawyer, giving it all up for love.

“Hi,” his secretary greets you nervously as you approach her desk. “He seems a bit stressed out today. That case with the pharmaceutical company isn’t going well, and I’m pretty sure I heard papers flying around.”

This concerns you, as it is different from Dokyeom to lose his cool like that. You thank her and tap quietly on the office door, waiting to hear his voice before entering.

“Yes?” His smooth voice makes your heart jump.

You open the door, and your eyes widen at the scene before you. There are papers and folders all over the floor. Dokyeom is lying on the sofa, his suit jacket covering his face and his arms folded on his chest.

“I take it you’re having a bad day?” You ask gently, setting the lunch down on his desk.

His face lights up when he lays his eyes on you, jacket falling to the floor as he jumps up to greet you.

“I wasn’t expecting you here,” he replies before getting up and kissing your cheek. “I would’ve cleaned up.”

“And miss all this drama?” you tease him. “Come on, I’ll help you put everything back.”

You survey the papers and put the files back in their folders. You know where everything goes because you helped him set up his file system to make his life easier. You may not be practicing law right now, but it doesn’t mean you haven’t had to use your expertise a few times to help your husband win a few cases. You initially quit your previous firm because you felt burnt out and needed a break. Then, when you got married, you wanted to spend time being a new wife and try for a family. Dokyeom supported you in all of that. He never made you feel inferior or less than for stepping away from your career to be at home. Now, it’s been two years, and the children haven’t come yet, but maybe it’s just not time, as lately, you have been missing practicing law.

Dokyeom helps you and profusely apologizes. “You don’t need to apologize,” you wave him off. But this is not like you; what happened?”

His expression changes, his eyebrows furrowing with worry. He takes a deep breath before putting the last envelope into the bookshelf.

“I am missing a critical piece of evidence, a part of a contract that proves my client’s innocence,” Dokyeom begins, clutching onto the desk. “I know who to subpoena, but the judge is being a real asshole and won’t allow me to access those documents. So my client might lose, and then they’ll drop me, which means bye to our house.”

He removes his tie and takes a sip from his water bottle, his Adam's apple shifting as he gulps. Your very frustrated husband is also very hot, and it’s taking all your willpower to stay on task.

“Listen,” you redirect your focus to his problem. “There’s no guarantee that you will lose this case, and we definitely are not losing our house. Why don’t you eat the lunch I brought, and we will figure it out, okay?”

He nods and kisses you on the forehead, his way of saying thank you that still makes you feel warm inside. You watch him take out his lunch, and you start to eat yours, making small talk about your day as you dig through the cheese sticks.

“When did you order this, babe?” Dokyeom asks, mouth stuffed with pepperoni and cheese. “You were cleaning up when I left for work.”

“I ordered it right before I came up here,” you say proudly, feeding him some of your pizza. “I got tired of eating lunch alone and wanted to see you. Looks like you needed me too.”

He gives you a kind smile that soothes your soul like a warm hug. You talk more about the case as you clear out your food containers. Dokyeom mentions that he has been trying to get the evidence to no avail for the past week. Watching him stressing himself out bothers you, as you know how hard he has worked on this case, and you want to see him succeed. His eyes were glued to the papers in front of him, skimming over everything to find a possible loophole. You can’t help but take in how handsome he looks, focused on his work, his jaw clenching as his frustration mounts.

So, you came up with an idea.

“Hey, babe,” you get his attention, removing your cardigan. “I’m going to help you relax, okay?”

He nods, his shoulders still tense up from reading over the paperwork. You move behind him, relaxing your hands on his shoulders before you massage them, making him feel more at ease. You start unbuttoning his shirt, reaching down to rub his chest while leaving kisses on his neck.

“Well, this is one way to do it,” Dokyeom hums, setting down his pen. He moves his head and kisses you deeply, his hands gracing your face softly, pulling you deeper into his rapture of love. You make a move to sit on his lap, taking off your tank top and exposing your favorite bra that pushes up your breasts just right.

“Was this always the plan?” He smirks, leaving kisses down your neck. His lips suck on your sweet-tasting skin, his tongue trailing down to the valley of your breasts.

“And if it was?” You move in front of him, sitting on his lap, and your skirt hikes over your hips. “What are you going to do about it?”

He chuckles and kisses you more, removing your bra and throwing it across the office. You lift and reach down, undoing his pants and lowering his briefs, feeling the growing bulge hardening along your slit. “No panties? Aw, baby…”

“What?” You smiled coyly. “Do you want me to leave? I can just get up—”

“W-what? No, no, it’s not that,” his cheeks turn pink in a panic. “I hate to rush, but I have to be in a meeting in twenty minutes,” Dokyeom’s breathing hitches as his hand touches his manhood, stroking his thick girth to your naked breasts and exposed ass. You lower yourself until you are on your knees, moving his hand away as you take over. You kiss his dick just the way he likes it, his legs tensing up as you take him in your mouth. His thickness takes over your mouth as you suck him good, your free hand playing with your clit as you watch him cock his head back and curse softly.

“Baby, you are so good at this,” he murmurs. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

He gently fucks your face, pacing himself so he doesn’t blow his entire load down your throat. Your eyes lock with his as you take him in deeper, drops of saliva spilling out of the corner of your mouth. Dokyeom is ashamed to admit it, but he likes it when you look like this: the makeup on your sweet face ruined with tears because you sucked him off so well. You would never tell him this, but you love how he tastes. The way his smooth cock hits the back of your throat makes you dripping wet, and if you keep up any longer, you will cum on this floor.

“H-honey,” he sputters. “I have 15 minutes. Get on top.”

You slowly take him out of your mouth with a pop, lifting yourself and positioning yourself to sink into him. You both groan in unison when you are entirely on his lap, your nails digging into the armrest of his chair.

“This won’t take long, I promise,” you mutter, giving yourself a few seconds to get used to his size before slowly grinding on him and enjoying the feeling of him being inside of you. His body tenses at your movements and his fingers massage your clit softly. You unexpectedly let out a loud moan, and he covers your mouth with his hand.

“I know this feels good, bouncing on my hard dick, but you are going to have to keep it down, princess,” he grits.

Dokyeom knows what that does to you, calling you princess as he fucks you into an earth-shattering orgasm. You’re a squirter, and he knows that, so it was unsurprising that your lower halves were covered with your essence. Your eyes never leave each other, whispering I love you and trading meaningful kisses. Dokyeom’s head rolls back, whispering songs of praise as you continue to ride him on his office chair.

“Baby, I’m close,” he whines, his hands gripping your hips. You grind on him hard, finding your clit and releasing again shortly after. Dokyeom follows right behind you, spilling deep inside of you as his head buries deep into your neck. As he slows down, he kisses you lovingly, making sure your cunt is full of his cum before pulling out. You're still trying to catch your breath when you climb off of him to clean yourself up.

“Mr Lee?” His secretary’s voice booms through the speaker, startling you both. “Your meeting starts in five minutes.”

“O-okay.”

You can see the time on his laptop, and the 5-minute reminder before the meeting stops flashing wildly on his screen. You find your bra and hurriedly put it on, with Dokyeom already dressed and holding your tank top and cardigan.

“What?” You catch him staring at you curiously.

“You are so bad.” “Well, isn’t that why you fell in love with me? Aside from me beating your ass in court, of course.”

You finish getting dressed, helping him put his tie back on, and kissing him goodbye before heading out the door. You catch a photo you missed picking up earlier, and something catches your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“Babe.” You pick up the photograph and inspect it thoroughly. “What’s the name of the judge?”

“Judge Choi,” he responds, preparing himself for his meeting. “Why?”

“This wouldn’t happen to be the judge in the 17th court, would it?

You pull out your phone and look him up, confirming your suspicions.

“Okay, I know that look,” Dokyeom comments, a puzzled look on his face. “What’s up?”

“This judge used to give me shit when I was practicing, but I always found a way to get around him,” you start. “There was talk about him being a crooked judge and being paid off by companies, but I could never confirm it until now. Look at the picture.”

You show him the photograph of the rival company at an event, pointing at the missing piece of the puzzle: the judge and the company’s CEO, arm in arm, taking a picture. “That’s why the judge is shutting you down, babe,” you confirm. “He has ties to the other guys. Judge Choi should have recused himself a long time ago.”

Dokyeom looks at you, amazed that his wife could figure out why he had this roadblock. “God, what would I do without you?”

“You’d still be losing to me in court.” You kiss him goodbye again, letting him prepare to attend his meeting. You close the door, and his secretary smiles at you and motions for you to come closer to her.

“You should be more careful in there, dear,” she advises. “The whole office heard you.”

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hoshifighting · 4 months ago

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seokmin + window sex

— fucking with seokmin pressed on a window in Venice.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, window sex, penetrative sex, public sex, clit stimulation, smut under the cut.

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the air outside is humid and heavy, the scent of the venetian canals filling your lungs as you lean out the window, hands gripping the wooden frame for balance. the old, creaking glass rattles slightly as seokmin presses his weight into you from behind. you can hear the faint sounds of voices below in the narrow streets, people moving along as if nothing wild is happening just a few floors up.

“keep still, baby,” he whispers into your ear, breath hot against the back of your neck. his voice is sweet, all teasing laced with that honeyed tone that usually makes you weak. his hands roam over your hips, gripping tight, pulling you back into him, the cool air from outside brushing against the heat between your thighs and his body.

you let out a small gasp as he shifts, his lips tracing down the curve of your back, teeth grazing just enough to keep you on edge. “you know people could see us if they looked up?”

“shut up,” you hiss, though there’s no bite behind it. you try to focus on the view—the canals, the way the water glistens under the moonlight—but it’s impossible with the way seokmin’s hands are sliding down your thighs, the way he’s toying with you.

he lets out a quiet laugh, fingers finding their way between your legs, circling the wet throbbing clit making you bite your lip, trying to muffle the moan that threatens to spill out. “c’mon,” he presses, his lips now by your ear again. “don’t be shy. let them hear you.”

you can’t help it; the way he moves, the way he knows exactly how to touch you, it’s driving you crazy. the risk of being caught makes you even more eager, and before you know it, you’re pushing back into him, desperate for more, feeling the cool wood of the window frame press into your stomach.

“fuck, seokmin,” you pant, your hands gripping the frame even tighter, the rough edges digging into your palms, grounding you as he finally gives you what you’ve been aching for. his hips snap forward, and the feeling of him sliding into you pulls a gasp from your lips, one you can’t contain even if you tried.

“that’s it,” he growls, his voice lower now, more serious. his pace quickens, each thrust pushing you harder against the window, the soft breeze cooling your overheated skin. “you’re so good for me, babe,” he breathes, hands gripping your waist so hard you’re sure there’ll be marks in the morning.

the sound of the canal water lapping below, the distant murmur of voices, it all feels so far away, drowned out by his cock filling you and his balls slapping your clit.

and then he leans forward, his breath hot on your neck as he whispers, “look down, see if anyone’s watching.”

you don’t. not because you’re scared—but because you’re pretty sure someone is watching.

you don’t look, but the thought alone makes your knees to buckle. seokmin catches it, notices the way your breath hitches, the way your grip on the window tightens.

“yeah, i know you’re into it,” he says. “they’d be lucky to see you like this,” he continues, panting now as he fucks you harder, deeper. “all spread out, bent over this window, letting me fuck you raw like this.”

you let out a broken moan, your knees nearly buckling, but his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you back into him, giving you no escape, no way to pull yourself together.

“shit—fuck, seokmin,” you gasp, hips pushing back into him, your mind a mess. his cock hits that spot inside you that makes your eyes cross. the open air outside feels obscene, like you’re putting on a show for the world, but it only makes you wetter.

“look at you, can barely fucking stand,” he groans, his pace quickening, the slap of his skin against yours echoing through the room. “you’re dripping for me, baby. you want everyone down there to know how good i’m fucking you, don’t you?”

you don’t answer, can’t answer, too lost in the way his fingers are working you, the way every thrust is sending you lost lost. but he doesn’t let it go. his grip tightens, his hand leaving your waist to fist into your hair, tugging your head back just enough so you can’t avoid the view anymore.

“look,” he growls, a wicked smile in his voice. “look down at them.”

your eyes flutter open, and the sight below is dizzying—tourists strolling by, the water gently lapping at the sides of the walls. no one’s actually looking up. but the thought that they could, that anyone could just glance up and see you like this—fucked out, bent over a window in venice with seokmin pounding into you from behind—it makes your whole body clench.

“that’s it,” he groans, feeling your reaction, fingers pressing harder against your clit, moving faster. “god, you’re fucking filthy, you know that? all they’d have to do is look up, and they’d see how fucking desperate you are for me.”

his words send you over the edge. you cry out, your body tensing as the orgasm rips through you, legs shaking, barely able to keep yourself upright. seokmin’s pace doesn’t falter, his hips slamming into you harder, riding out your high, pushing you past the point of no return.

“fuck—yes, just like that,” he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “gonna come all over this pretty ass, baby, gonna mark you up so they know exactly who you belong to.”

the thought of it, of him claiming you like this, in front of the whole damn city, has you gasping, body trembling, unable to think of anything but the filthy words spilling from his mouth. with one last rough thrust, he buries himself deep inside you only to pull back and spirt his cum on the skin of your ass, his grip on your hips bruising as he groans your name.

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simpxxstan · 6 months ago

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so who in svt do you think loves titties 🤨

18+ nsfw MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

omg this. i have the CRAZIEST fantasies abt svt and tits sorry tmi but really enjoyed writing this for that reason. also i think all of svt like titties ... they are just men at the end of the day lmaoo i just think the difference is in degree and moments

seungcheol

i think he likes tits a lot. primarily because he cannot fathom how soft your boobs are. it's his favourite thing to touch during and outside of sex too. he loves going into the shower with you, mainly to get his hands on your soft boobs. and because they're so soft and pliable and squishy in his hands, it gives him all the more reason to mark it up with hickeys.

jeonghan

oh my favourite menace LMAO he's addicted to your tits. and not in a very convenient way. he'll remember about your tits during work and beg you to send pics (sometimes you recycle old pics and sometimes he'll convince you to go to the washroom at work to take a pic). during movie night, he makes sure you can't focus on the movie because his hand is down your shirt. and forehead kisses before leaving the house? no. jeonghan prefers squeezing your tits one last time before leaving.

joshua

not too obsessed with tits per se. he loves all your body parts, because they're so soft to touch and so warm to cuddle against. the only times he particularly favours your tits are during sex. when he can eat you out and fondle your tits at the same time. when you sit on his dick and he can kiss your breasts because they're literally in his face.

jun

again, obsessed and a tit menace. he'll grab whenever he can- during a red light when you're on drives, when you're cooking in the kitchen, and at night when he's the big spoon, sprawled across you from behind. and his favourite foreplay is undoubtedly, laying his head in between your tits, sucking and biting all over, as he fingers you and you arch out for him.

soonyoung

ANOTHER obsessed menace. he just wants your soft boobs all the time, to the point where it's annoying. he makes you wear his t-shirts at home, so that they fall off your shoulders and he can see your cleavage, and the mere sight makes him hard. but also non-sexually, soonyoung likes to lazily make out with you and suck your tits to heaven before he sleeps, and that gives him as much satisfaction as something else like a massage or any other relaxation method.

wonwoo

not a huge tit enthusiast. he likes how soft your breasts are, especially when you hug him and he feels them squish against the hard planes of his chest. but not overly obsessed (he'd much rather kiss your plush thighs and hips before he makes out with your pussy).

woozi

secret tit enjoyer. he's watched too much hentai to not be. i think his favourite way to ravish your tits would be when you give him titjobs in his studio, your softness turning him on endlessly until he's coming all over your chest and the sight makes even his spent dick twitch. non-sexually, i think he also likes to kiss them before sleeping, enjoying the softness as he cuddles with you after late nights at work.

dokyeom

addicted is an UNDERSTATEMENT. triggers off his submissiveness like crazy if he can suck your boobs for longer than 30 seconds. he's also partial to buying you clothes and lingerie that make your chest look pretty, although he gets very protective whenever you wear them (they're only for his eyes, he says). has an entire collection of polaroids he clicks when he wear these lingerie for him.

mingyu

ANOTHER OBSESSED PUPPY. he just loves your entire body- loves grabbing your soft flesh, your smooth skin, the curved and dips of your body, he loves it all. but the cherry on top, of course, are your tits. as a fan of clothed sex (i think mingyu is obsessed with this too), he really loves clothes that flaunt your boobs for him. gets hard if you squish your boobs against his body unconsciously when he wraps you in one of his bear hugs. also a fan of non-sexual intimacy, for exanple when, he gets to lie next to you in the bathtub, your tits in his mouth, as you watch netflix together.

-minghao

secret tit enjoyer, but not a lot. he ravishes your tits in unusual ways- like when he props you up on the kitchen counter while making out before dinner, his hands fondling your soft boobs. like when you let him drizzle maple syrup on your tits and lick it off after breakfast in bed. like when you let him paint you nude but he can't keep his eyes off your pretty tits for the entire duration of the painting so he marks them up (and adds those hickeys to the painting as well).

seungkwan

not obsessed but still likes them a lot. i think seungkwan gets mighty horny whenever he sees your tits bounce or even show through your clothes, when you're playing sports or dancing for fun with him. apart from that, he keeps his liking very controlled (except when you ride him in cowgirl and he sucks your breasts till they're super sensitive and you're squirming in his grip).

vernon

quite enthusiastic. he's going to grope you at any opportunity you give, and even the ones he takes. will spend entire evenings with your tits in his mouth as you card your hand through his hair and listen to your favourite songs. he won't ask you for it, but if you wear lingerie, vernon will cum in his pants, no question about it. also the type to want to see nipple piercings on you, so when you get one boob done for his birthday, he swears he doesn't want anything else from his life (just the other boob too, if you please).

chan

ANOTHER MENACE. he has very serious and wild fantasies about your tits. he tells you about them very shyly, so he's overjoyed whenever you react nicely to them. like when you let him massage your tits with oil for hours until you cum untouched, while you're handcuffed to the bedposts. like when he uses his vibrator on your tits, relishing the soft jiggle. like when you let him clamp your nipples a bit- not too much, but still tight enough to make you feel constantly stimulated.

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miniseokminnies · 1 month ago

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hashtag black heart —- l.sm

𖦹 pairing: lee seokmin x f!reader 𖦹 theme: camboy!seokmin, roommates to lovers 𖦹 w/c: 2.8k 𖦹 warnings: 18+ MDNI, online dynamics, oral sex [f. receiving], pet names, praise kink, lots of whining, embarrassing moments, one awful date (not with seokmin), unprotected sex (that's a no no) 𖦹 a/n: shout out to that anon that pitched something similar to me a while back but i lost the ask ;-; huge thanks to @lovetaroandtaemin for jumping at the opportunity to beta this monstrosity for me 𖦹 tags: @gyubakeries, @seungkw1, @myhimbomingi

You should really stop letting your friends convince you to do things. The decisions they talk you into are questionable at best. Like that time Soonyoung convinced you that it would be easy to raid your parents’ liquor cabinet and go on a “bender” before walking across the stage at graduation. The problem with this plan was that your older brother had already tried it and replaced the alcohol with apple juice successfully. This didn’t stop Soonyoung from swearing he was drunk and embarrassing himself in front of your entire class and their families while taking his diploma from your principal an hour after sipping warm apple juice from the mouth of a whiskey bottle.

Soonyoung (and his girlfriend, Jenna) was once again the driving force behind your poor decision today as well. He knew this “great guy” from one of his dance classes in college and seemed to think the two of you would really hit it off. After confirming this with Jenna, who agreed that he was a nice guy with similar interests to you, you hesitantly agreed to go on a date with him.

That’s how you ended up in the most awkward situation you have ever encountered. After almost an hour of disappointing heavy petting, he came in his pants and drove you home. He told you to call him, as if that would ever happen. You slid your keys into the lock and did a quick check of your apartment to see if your roommate (another person Soonyoung introduced you to) was home.

Once you had confirmed that he was not home, you slipped into your room and locked the door behind you. Quietly, like you were keeping a secret from even yourself, you settled under your covers and unlocked your phone. You click on the folder with a little black heart beneath it and swipe past three pages of apps before you get to the one you’re looking for. The page loads quickly and you scroll through the homepage, full of cam boys on full display until one in particular catches your eye.

He wasn’t live, you never seem to catch him as he kept a strange schedule. You didn’t mind, it somehow felt less shameful to watch the recordings of his live streams than actually getting off to someone touching themselves on the other side of a screen in real time. The page was active recently, the newest video having an indicator saying that it was streamed three hours ago, while you were out on your terrible date.

You tap the video and your screen is filled with the view of his toned abs. The other thing you like about this one in particular is that he remains completely anonymous. His face is always out of frame, apart from a few videos where you caught a glimpse of his lips, these were your favorite ones.

You watched the screen intently as he lifted his hand and trailed it down the sea of tan skin in the frame, moving lower and lower. His long fingers wrapped around his stiff cock lightly, and you hear his breath hitch behind the camera as he begins to stroke himself slowly. The sounds of his pleasure went straight to your core, you could feel the heat begin to pool in your stomach. The man on your phone began to swipe the precum from his weeping slit and work it down his shaft.

You placed a hand over your own breast and tweaked your nipple over your shirt. The cam boy on your screen whined breathily as you both worked yourselves up. You watched him as he sped up his strokes, and your mouth went dry as the arousal dripped in your panties. Your fingers trailed down your own body, just as the man’s did a few minutes ago, painfully slowly. Your fingers dipped into your underwear. More noises were coming from your phone now, and you’ve watched this man enough to know that he was getting close.

His hands were so pretty, so gentle and slender, you just knew he would be able to reach places inside of you that you couldn’t. You inserted two fingers into yourself and sighed. Pumping slowly, still working yourself towards your high, you looked back at your screen. He was fucking up into his fist now, sloppily chasing his high. At the visual you all but threw your phone on your bed in favor of using that hand to stimulate your own clit. You could still hear the sound of his skin and his breathless moans from your phone speaker, and at this point, that was enough.

You began to lose control and buck your hips to the rhythm. The coil in your stomach was tightening and threatening to snap. Your own moans bounced off the walls of your bedroom as you rock yourself against your fingers and circle the bundle of nerves. The coil snaps as your sounds mix with his, your vision explodes into fireworks as your orgasm ripples through your body. You ride your fingers through the pleasure.

After a few minutes of this you grab for your phone to exit out of the video, but not before looking at the man on the screen, spent and covered in his own cum. The visual is almost enough to make you want to go again, but you forced yourself to close out and go get cleaned up.

You returned to your room a few minutes later and began to scroll through your food delivery apps, since you could not be bothered with cooking tonight. The problem was that absolutely nothing you could order sounded appetizing right now. You let out a frustrated sigh and flopped back on your bed. You stared at your ceiling for several minutes.

A series of knocks on your bedroom startled you.

“Y/N!” Your roommate called. “I’m making dinner, want in?” You scrambled up and unlocked the door. His hand was still raised from when he knocked.

“I very much want in.”

“Okay,” he laughed. You have lived with him for the last six months, before that you lived with Soonyoung. When he and Jenna got serious she asked him to move in and he practically jumped at the opportunity. He was a considerate roommate and an even better friend, so he stayed until it was time to renew the lease. You were worried about affording the apartment by yourself, so he came up with a solution for that too. The solution was named Seokmin, and you had no idea who he was.

Luckily for Seokmin, you tend to just go along with things Soonyoung suggests, and you had no other friends needing a place to live. So, Seokmin it was. He was a good roommate. He mostly kept to himself, but there are some days where he invited you to dinner in the living room.

“What are we having?” You ask, leaning against the counter.

“We have a frozen pizza.” He shrugged.

“Perfect!” You exclaimed sarcastically and moved to preheat the oven.

“Movie?”

“Sure, pick whatever.” You rifle through the fridge, “Beer?”

“You read my mind,” he called from the small living room. You grabbed one for each of you. He was sitting on the couch flipping through movies on Netflix. Plopping down next to him you held the bottle out to him. You watched him wrap his fingers around the neck of the bottle, the grip looked familiar. Almost as if you saw those fingers around something else just an hour ago—

“Oh my God!” You gasped.

“What?” He turned to you frantically, “What happened?”

“I–” you sputtered, “The Queen of England died.”

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “Like three years ago.”

“Yeah,” you scrambled up off the couch, “Crazy! I’ll be right back!” You didn’t give him time to respond before you were practically running to the bathroom. You threw on the sink and splashed water in your face. Okay, so, you just touched yourself to a video of your roommate, a video that he uploaded online, one of many. Your shy, considerate, admittedly cute roommate is a camboy, your favorite camboy.

You avoided Seokmin for the next week. You could not look at him, now that you knew what he sounded like when he came. When you did catch glimpses of him, before hurrying away to your room, you were more and more sure of the fact that it was him. His gorgeous lips were burned into your memory from the first time you saw them. You’re honestly surprised you didn’t put two and two together earlier. The fact that you knew he only ever went live when you weren’t home, that didn’t help his case.

You pulled your knees to your chest and opened that folder with the black heart. Against your better judgement you went straight to his page, something you hadn’t done since that day. You scrolled through all of the streams, his body looking delicious in each one. You squeezed your thighs together, you cannot be doing this right now, or ever again. The sound of a key turning in the front door of your apartment made you throw your phone to the other end of the couch as if it was hot to the touch. Seokmin spotted you before you had the chance to run from him this time.

“Hey!” He exclaimed and scrambled to close the door as you attempted, once again, to escape him. “Wait!” You turned back to him slightly, hearing his pleading tone. When you caught a glimpse of him, the look on his face matched his tone. “Did…did I do something wrong?” He wrung his hands together.

“No, not at all.” You assured him, barely above a whisper.

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” He looked as if he might stomp his foot, like a petulant child. “I just felt like we were really starting to get used to each other, and maybe even…maybe we were friends. Then you found out the Queen died, and you’ve been weird!”

“I know,” you mumbled looking at your feet on the carpet.

“You know that you’ve been weird?” He took a step toward you.

“No, Seokmin, I know,” you unlocked your phone and held it out to him. His eyes widened to a size you had never seen as he took in the sight of his own body on your phone screen. You watched him scroll for a few seconds, making sure this was really him, before he looked up at you.

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he clutched your phone in his hands and you had to stop your thoughts from wandering. “You let me move in without knowing me, and I brought this into your home.” You shook your head as he continued, “No seriously, this was so disrespectful of me and if you want me to move out—wait…” You could almost see the gears turning in his head, “How do you know about this?”

“I—” Your mouth felt dry, you wanted to run away.

“Do you watch my videos?” He tried to sound confident but the scarlet blush creeping up his cheeks gave him away.

“I, uh, may have seen one or two…”

“When was the last time,” his confidence was rising now.

“Um..the day I ‘found out’ the Queen died…” You muttered. “Right before you got home…” You whispered, the heat rose in your cheeks. He blinked at you for a moment before crossing the room over to you.

“Did you finish?” His eyes turned dark and his voice lowered. You nodded up at him, you weren’t sure how he got this information out of you when just a moment ago both of you were too embarrassed to even look at each other. It didn’t matter, though, not with the way he looked down at you, and how three words made you wet.

His nimble fingers wrapped around your wrist, and he dragged you back to the couch. He sat you down gently and sank to his knees in front of you. You spread your legs for him to shuffle closer to your clothed core. “I started this whole thing to gain confidence, you know?”

“You..you seem pretty confident now..” You were distracted by the vision in your head of him parting your folds with his tongue.

“Well,” he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, “my roommate I’ve been crushing on since I moved in has seen me get myself off, and she liked it.”

“Mhmm,” you pressed your thighs together, “and?”

“Well,” he began to slowly pull your clothes down your thighs, “if I would have known the times I heard her trying to keep quiet were already because of me, I would have offered to help her out.” You didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about him hearing you before he had your bottoms off and fluttering to the floor.

He spread your legs apart and settled on the floor between them. He leveled himself with your dripping cunt and licked the first fat stripe. A gasp ripped from your throat at the contact. Your vision from a few seconds ago became a reality as he ran his tongue slowly through your folds. Your hands found his hair, and he hummed contentedly into your heat. HIs arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you closer to him, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. The new closeness brought his sharp nose into contact with your clit, eliciting a lewd moan from you.

He dipped his tongue in your entrance experimentally as his nose continued to stimulate the bundle of nerves. You felt like you might explode. Everything was Seokmin, his mouth, his fingers gripping the plush of your thighs, the way his moans into your cunt mixed with your own. You felt like you were about to break. He could tell. You bucked your hips to meet his face, chasing your high.

You came undone as Seokmin was tasting you. He would drink it all up if he could. Reluctantly, he tore himself away. You swore you almost came again at the beauty of his mouth and nose covered in the essence of you. His pupils were blown out, almost covering the brown of his irises. You leaned forward and kissed him, deep and hard, you didn’t even care that you could taste yourself on his lips. He whimpered against you.

“Let me take care of you, Min,” you whispered.

“No.” He shook his head. You pulled back and looked at him, confused. “Use me.” He begged. This man was on his knees in front of you, begging.

“What do you want?”

“Make me your toy,” he said breathlessly, “use me like you do when you watch me, please?” His eyes were big and round. You nodded and pushed him onto his back on the floor. You climb onto him and straddle his hips. He was overwhelmed already, looking up at you. You ground your hips down onto his hard cock and he let out another whimper. Leaning forward you trapped his hands above his head.

“Leave those there while I undress you, pretty boy,” he nodded eagerly and you moved to remove his pants and boxers. Once free, you took in the sight of his pretty cock in person for the first time. Seokmin’s hands were big, so you never realized just how big he was elsewhere as well. You swiped some of the precum that was drowning the bulbous head and worked it down his shaft. “Ready?”

He nodded again, you were half convinced that he couldn’t form words. You lined yourself up above him and slowly sank down on his cock.

“F-fuck…” There was his voice. He took the word right out of your mouth. The stretch was delicious, he fit inside of you perfectly. You gave yourself a second to adjust before he was whining and begging you to move. You rocked your hips experimentally, and he felt better inside of you than originally thought. He was already thrusting up to meet you.

“Eager,” you remarked. You moved up and down, feeling each delicious drag against your walls. Seokmin, ever eager to please, left his hands above his head as he was told. “You can touch me.” You breathed. His hands flew to your hips and began to guide your rocking on his cock. “You’re such a good boy, waiting for permission.” He whimpered at your praise. You could feel the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching.

“Baby ‘m gonna cum,” he sighs. The familiar sounding sighs sent you hurtling toward your own high. His thrusts from under you became sloppy and quick. Your second orgasm washed over you in waves, and you felt like you were floating. Quickly after yours began, Seokmin came undone, and he released hot white ropes inside of your spent cunt.

He pulls you into a kiss and lays you down on his chest. The apartment is quiet as the two of you come down from your highs. After a few minutes Seokmin breaks the carefully crafted silence, “Baby?”

“Mmmm?” You hum.

“You knew that the Queen was dead, didn’t you?”

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Big Boss (18+)

corporate! au l rivals to lovers! l nsfw smut mdni!

summary : mingyu, a charismatic and ambitious executive, finds himself in a tense professional relationship with the reader. The reader, harboring a deep-seated dislike for mingyu, navigates the cutthroat corporate world with a determination to outshine him at every turn. As the two clash in boardroom meetings and compete for promotions, the ceo forces them to collaborate on a high-stakes project.

content : executive chef! mingyu, mixed! reader, mingyu being an asshole a lil bit + eavesdropper conversation SMUT! office sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m. and f.) degradation , praise, bigdickmingyu!, filthy and messy ass sex, cocky! mingyu, jealous! mingyu, jealous! reader, seungkwan and yeri gossiping,

wc : 8,649 k ( damn)

an : finally out! hope you’ll like as much i liked write it. Let me know what you think ! sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.Thank you for all the likes and the sweet comments <3

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One thing you specifically hate about him is how his smell lingered everywhere he went. The strong musky smell with the additional smell of his strong freshly pressed coffee. It was his signature fragrance. Every time, you smelled that strong coffee it reminded you of Mingyu. It might be one of the reasons of the loathe towards him, you can't get him out of you mind. This aversion, perhaps intensified by the constant reminder of him, was further fueled by the intense competition for the significant promotion your boss had put forward.

You also hate the way he was getting into your nerve every time he gets the chance too, it also felt you both have the same brilliant ideas in some of your projects. You hated his perfect face, the different moles on his face, you can even know where they are located. On his left cheek, on in his forehead and on his nose. His striking appearance in that perfectly tailored suit irked you. You hated how his long hair makes him look even better than he already is. You hated how small and intimidated you felt next to him even though you're not that small specially in those heels and how confident you are.

Although, he hated you too. He hated the sound of your heels clicking on the floor, he knows the sound of it better than the back of his hand. He hated the way your curls were surrounding your face, he hated the fact that you never came without your infamous lip combo, he might even know the products that you used, he think it's fenty ? hot chocolate something ? he hate the way you've smiled to every colleagues except him. He hated that you like to show off your body, either with those short skirt, long enough to be corporate appropriate but short enough to tease him, your glowy tan legs always makes you look ethereal or even when you wear those shoulder showing shirt.

Entering the new company building, you present your business card at the automatic gantries and exchange greetings with the receptionists. While waiting for the elevator, Mr Lee surprises you with a cheerful greeting, mentioning that the boss wants to see you for a presentation.

Entering the elevator and he press the button to level number six. "Really ? I hope he needs me to do it though it'll help for the promotion" you said winking at him. You start checking yourself through the mirror just to make sure your hair is in place until you see a silhouette coming from afar. Tall, large shoulders, long hair. Fuck that asshole, you said you to yourself.

"I don't know how you manage with all these project without a burn out reader" Listening to Mr. Lee as the frustration build up, you focus on the elevator buttons, you press them repetitively, not wanting to be near that man.

"Me too, I don't know how I manage, I just like competing against Mr.Kim I guess" hearing the brown hair man chuckles next to you but your attention is fixed on avoiding Mingyu.

As the elevator doors close, you flash a fake smile at Mingyu, successfully leaving him behind." I can't bare him" "I think everyone can see that reader ... You know one day you'll need to cooperate with him for work" "hopefully this day is not coming soon" You sighed while checking your e-mails in your phone. The small ding of the elevator makes your head to look up and the door opens. "After you Mrs. Reader" said Mr.Lee letting go out first."Thank your Mr.Lee" smiling at him. While walking towards your office, you felt eyes burning in your back, mostly your ass. Let's said that the dress you wore gave you justice. Did Mr. Lee let you pass so he can stare at your ass ? Did he ? He didn't right ?

Installing your bag in chair, you send a greeting to Seungkwan, sitting across of the open space, busy talking business with a client on the phone. "Hey! Ready to start the day ?" Yeri said to you "Girl have you seen the bags under my eyes ?" you give her a dead plan face expressing how tired you are but you can't show it to your superiors like Mr. Lee or even worse to your boss otherwise they would stop handing you important cases for the company due to the lack of sleep. Securing the promotion is essential to give recognition and reward sacrifices you've made so far, you deserve to be paid well. And bonus, Mr.Kim will not be your supervisor anymore. Well technically, he's still be your supervisor but he will not have that much authority anymore. Yeri start to rub her hand in your back to soothe the soreness due to the stress that your body endured. You start to printed out an important file that you supposed to handle to Mr.Jeon later so he can complete the remaining task by himself. Sighing in front of the computer, not prepared of what is waiting for you to be done at the end of the day

After a few hours, you finally get up and take the file with you. "Good luck reader ! You got it, Mr.Jeon will love your work anyway you're brilliant!" Seungkwan said trying to reassure you. "Thanks but he's kind of having that scary aura though" you said rubbing your neck trying to calm the anxiety down. "He does but you just need to seduce him a little a bit" Yeri winking at you making you laugh and relax a bit "I heard that he's a boob guy either way you have your chance, show a bit of cleavage and voilà" Seungkwan exaggerated the cleavage motion making you giggle even more, as you playfully hit his shoulder with the file. "You are both insufferable" "Perhaps we are, but you look less stress now"

You knocks firmly at the door, you hear a small "Enter", you pushed the door. Mr.Jeon smiled faintly at you as you enter his office. Always with his infamous specs resting on his nose. Someone already occupying the chair across from him, even from behind you recognized who is it. "Hello Mr.Jeon, here is what I found" handing the file to Mr. Jeon, who is seated at his desk."Thanks Reader, I'll try my best to continue what you've done""And me ? I don't deserve a hello ? after what you've done earlier" You meet his brown-eyed gaze, the intensity of it makes your thighs clench involuntarily. He sits in front of you, manspreading, his face propped up by his hand. As you observe him, the urge to wipe that irritating smirk off his face intensifies, especially with that damn suit. Surprisingly, you realize you might have a thing for men in suits, you didn't know that it was possible to have one. "What did I do? I don't recall anything " one of your eyebrows raised. He shift in his seat ready to answer you but Mr.Jeon interrupted him before its start to get hectic."Thank you again for working with me reader" "No problem, see you later" and you exit without giving a chance to Mingyu to reply. His tongue glides over his lips "Feisty" Wonwoo gazing on the file that you handed him. " I like em' like that"

Lunch time finally arrived, you rise, stretching your arms while waiting for Yeri to conclude her call. "Damn, that client didn't want me to finish with her" "Yeah I've heard that, let's go grab some lunch I'm starving, Seungkwan will join us"

Grabbing food in the restaurant's company, you ate your lunch while Yeri is talking about how she found the new recruit cute. You don't really recall his name. "Reader ! He's here oh my god look at him ! how the shirt hugs his arms" whisper-shouted, pointing at a tall, blond man with a mullet. Mr. Lee was showing him around. "He seems really cute, what's his name again?"

"Chan, you don't listen when I talk, right?" "Not everything, not gonna lie" "Something must be occupying your mind ? What is it ? Did Mr Jeon didn't like your work ?" "No, he didn't say anything about it" Little did you know that a pair of ears were eavesdropping your conversation with your favorite colleague. "You remember the guy that I met at the bar the other night ?" "Yeah, what about him" "He's cute but he was awful in bed" "Damn you have no chance at all" "The only way to make me feel better after those agitating weeks is literally having sex, and even that I can't have it" "I'll help you to find another guy that will make you cum I promise" putting her hands on your naked shoulder. "I can't even trust you anymore, do you know how long I didn't fucking cum ?!" whispering-shouting in your turn. Mingyu couldn't believe what he was hearing, you were mainly acting like a bitch towards him, particularly these last weeks, because you hadn't cum ?!

He felt betrayed and pleased simultaneously—betrayed because other guys had the chance to feel your skin under their touch and pleased due to the fact that you didn't get any pleasure from it. A demonic smirk adorned his face, he left the place not wanting to know more about it.

"Gossip of the day girls !" Yeri and you turn your heads in sync after hearing seungkwan's voice. "Well, one concerns you, reader. Why didn't you tell us that you closed the elevator's door in front of Mr Kim's face this morning ?!" "Reader ? Seriously?" Yeri uttered. "I was already pissed from that terrible weekend, I didn't want to interact him that early! I didn't know that Mr Lee is a snitch though!" "I think half of the people that work here kinda know that" "What's the second gossip of the day?" "The new hot guy will work with us" "No fucking way !" Yeri squealed like a teenager girl. "We were literally talking about him" "Yeri you better fuck him by the end of the year" "Don't listen to him, it'll be weird in the office if you guys have sex. Don't mix business and pleasure"

"Reader, you're boring ! We want drama! We want thrill in our life !" "Hey, look at that girl twirling her hair while talking to Mr. Kim." Your eyes follow the scene in front of you, capturing the interaction. The blonde girl is giggling at whatever Mingyu whispers in her ear, her laughter echoing in the air. One of her hands confidently grabs his biceps, creating an intimate connection that sends a pang of jealousy creeping into your chest when your eyes lock with Mingyu's. The atmosphere is charged with unspoken dynamics, and you notice the subtle shifts in body language between them. Mingyu's charismatic smile, the girl's playful gestures "I bet that joke wasn't that funny," Seungkwan remarks, rolling his eyes, sensing the tension in the air.

Adjusting your smudged lipgloss after the meal, you receive a message from your boss, Mr. Choi, instructing you to visit his office in fifteen minutes. Is this related to what Mr. Lee mentioned earlier this morning? "Guys, Boss wants me in his office. We'll catch up later for a break?" "Yeah! Good luck, reader! Think about the promotion." "I will."

The echo of your boots against the carpet prompts a smirk from Mingyu, signaling his awareness of your presence. Spotting him waiting for the elevator, you find yourself doing the same, unable to resist staring at how his suit accentuates his broad back. Catching a whiff of his distinctive scent, you unconsciously bite your lip, even with a layer of lip gloss applied.

As the elevator dings, coworkers exit with polite smiles, and you and Mingyu exchange nods with them. Inside the elevator, a subtle nervousness creeps in with him standing so close. Your fingers hover over the button for the ninth floor when you feel his rugged fingers brush against yours, both selecting the same floor. Startled, you withdraw your hand and fix your gaze on the closing doors, trying to feel indifferent to this sudden contact.

He breaks the silence, saying, "You know, there's no need to keep such a distance. I don't bite unless it's asked." "Don't worry, I just prefer to maintain a certain distance from you" responding to him while trying to distract yourself with your rings wrapped around your fingers. He start to shamelessly checking you out, causing your body to heat you. His eyes couldn't resist to your exposed back shoulder and neck. His weakness was really how that dress tightly embraced your hips and accentuated your ass. He start to think what you'd look like bent over on his office's desk with the lower part of the dress bunched up in your waist and the upper part exposing completely your tits. His thoughts were lost on what if you are wearing a bra underneath this god damn dress. You mentally cursed yourself why did you wore that thick dress, but you really like how you looked with it . The material was not appropriate for a Mingyu situation.

Ding, the door finally open and you unconsciously released the breath that you've been holding and star to lead the walk. Confused you still feel him following you, is he not going somewhere else ? Halting just outside Mr. Choi's door, you abruptly turn to find his equally puzzled expression. "Why are you following me?" "I could ask you the same. I have a crucial meeting with Seungcheol; he informed me about a last-minute project. I don't think you'll be needed, reader," he says in a manner that implies only a supervisor can handle such situations, making you feel inferior.

"Mr Kim, could you stop being so full of yourself for once?" The door unexpectedly swung open, surprising you both, revealing a blond concerned Mr. Choi. Did he died his hair ? Well, he looks hot blond. "I was waiting for your arrival. Enter; we don't have much time." You both approach his office, and he guides you to sit on the chairs across his desk while he takes his place.

"So, I've gathered both of you because I have a last-minute meeting in 3 days with SM Inc." "I thought it was planned for next month." "They advanced it." Mingyu's muttered curse makes me realize the severity of the situation. "Jeonghan is already handling a mission in Japan, and I have to go help him because he's facing difficulties. That's why I'm asking you, Mingyu. You're a good negotiator and a wise man," Mr. Choi says, looking at him. "And Reader, in just a few months, you've proven to the whole company how much you can do. You're my best asset, and you can come up with good arguments."

"But Mr. Choi, I can't even think of one argument right now. I'm not suggesting you to reconsider someone else, but Mr Kim and I have two distinct ways to work, so-" "I already know that. That's why I'm asking both of you to do it." You feel cornered because it's a critical issue and mostly because you need to cooperate with the asshole next to you.

Fingers running through his hair, Mingyu is thinking how he can complete a month's work in just 3 days. "We will offer them to take 12% of our shares, no more or less, and try to come up with good arguments." You start biting your lips out of nervousness. "Put your differences aside and work together for the company's future."

"I can work with her, but I don't think she can. She's quite temperamental," Mingyu says, turning his head towards you. Your eyes shoot daggers at him. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Kim? Are you implying that women cannot control their emotions?" As you size him up "I'm not saying women, I'm just saying you. Don't generalize it." "Hey, calm down, you two! This is crucial!" Wanting to roll your eyes, you resist the urge due to the fact that you have too much respect for your boss.

"If it helps, the one with the best arguments will be promoted." "I'm on it then." "Same!" "That's the spirit!" your boss claps his hands together. "But you're on the same team, okay? Don't make it too personal." Someone enters the office without knocking. "So, you've told them?" You turn your head to the man with short blond hair who just came through the door. What’s up about them with dyed blond hair ? Start to question yourself. "Yeah, I think they're both ready to work on it." The blonde man smirks at you, sensing his gaze. He approaches, takes your hands, and presses his soft lips on them. "I don't recall meeting you before. I'm Kwon Soonyoung, but you can call me Hoshi." Startled by his persona, you mutter a small "nice to meet you" out of respect. The dark-haired man on your side felt a pang of jealousy. More of possessiveness, why those men throw themselves at you. You're supposed to be exclusively his and only his he wondered.

"If you have more questions, ask Hoshi; he knows SM.Inc quite a lot." "Seriously, I should trust him," says Mingyu with an unserious smile on his face. "For that case, I think you should." "That pretty much it, thank you for your implication on it"

Rising from your chair and quitting Mr. Choi's office, Mingyu follows your every move. Suddenly, his calloused hands grab your wrist, and he instructs, "Reader, meet me in my office in 20 minutes." Instinctively pulling your arm away, you assert, "Firstly, don't grab me like that, and don't even think about putting your hands on me. Secondly, why in your office? I can work in my own and send you the arguments I've gathered." His hands release your wrist, and he explains, "Seungcheol mentioned that we need to collaborate, and we'll finish more early if two brains work together. Besides, my office offers the privacy and calm." He said implying the loudness of your open space with your noisy colleagues. You sigh, acknowledging the truth in his words but choosing not to admit it due to your pride. "Well, I need to call my client, inform her that Yeri will handle her mission alone, and I need coffee." Mingyu raises an eyebrow, "So thirty minutes will be enough?" suggesting the time required for your meeting. "I think so." "Now, if you excuse me," he passes closely by you, his body brushing against yours. Stunned, you can't help but flutter your eyes, too surprised to respond. "I thought you two were about to rip each other's throats out," Hoshi comments, accompanying you to the elevator. "I almost did." As the elevator doors close in front of Hoshi's and your face, you see Mingyu smirking, muttering, "Now we're even."

"No fucking way!" Yeri exclaims in shock as you deliver the news to her. "That mean I have to withdraw from the other case that we started, sorry" you said to her filling a bit upset. "Don't be sorry ! I'm more shocked that you will be working with Mr Kim!" "Who's working with who ?!" Seungkwan chimes in abruptly sipping his iced coffee. "Reader and Mingyu have a last-minute project that Mr Choi handled them, the presentation will be given in 3 days" "And now I have to meet him in 15minutes" you checked your phone " Wait, wait, wait" Seungkwan interrupts, making you both stop " So you're telling me that you'll be in the same room as Mr Kim by yourselves for the next 4 hours ?!" "Yeah, why ?" "Someone will be dead tonight" "Either him or her" "Or something else could happen"

You finish your call with your client, grabbing your laptop as you leave. "Please do not kill him; he's too hot to die young," Yeri jokes. "Like I care." "She seriously hates him." You confidently stride to his office, knocking on the door before entering. It feels like your first time stepping into his cold office, adorned with a small, expensive brown couch and a coffee table that looks as pricey as your rent. The closed blinds provide a cozy atmosphere, you can see throughout the blinds the beautiful view of the city from the windows. But it can't beat the view that you had of him. His attention is absorbed by the computer and scattered papers on his desk.

"I thought you'd never come," he remarks. "Well, here I am." His scrutinizing gaze lingers on your body unintentionally. "Here, come sit." Mingyu gestures towards a comfortable chair across from him, creating a necessary distance. You don't think you can focus with his buff body beside you. Seated, you open your laptop, both of you diving into your tasks, surprisingly the silence was comfortable and not a single moment of awkwardness happened. Focused on the critical situation and driven by competitiveness for the upcoming promotion, you find yourselves working together more smoothly than anticipated. As you can hear him shift on his chair. You glance in your rearview mirror, catching Mingyu as he takes off his suit jacket. Unable to resist, your eyes fixate on the muscles bulging beneath his shirt, particularly his pectoral muscles straining against the fabric. The desire to feel those muscles under your nails intensifies, and your mind starts to wonder about how he could manhandle you. Mingyu senses the intensity of your gaze, creating an unspoken tension in the air. "You like the view" Startled by his question "You really have a nice view of the city" avoiding the real question.

He smirks, nodding at your reply, and decides to tease you further. "If you ever need help with anything else, feel free to ask," referring to the overheard conversation from noon. Oblivious to the context, you assert, "I don't think I'm struggling with anything right now." Unaware that he's alluding to your earlier discussion about difficulties reaching climax with your partners.

Ding, your phone buzzes with a message. "Is it from the guy who couldn't make you cum?" Mingyu remarks, causing warmth to spread across your face and deep within your torso. Feeling humiliated, you scold him, "Where did you hear that?" With a nonchalant tone "You have to be careful about those discussions in the office, it's not really appropriate" "You’re quite a pervert to listen to women's discussions" Not knowing what to response to him. Uncomfortable with his prying, you open your phone to check Hoshi's message, attempting to avoid Mingyu's gaze.

Rising from his chair, Mingyu walk towards you, positioning himself in front of you. He locks your gaze with his, one hand securing the armrest of your chair and the other under your jaw. His touch feels warm, and you can't help but bite your lips as his whispered words about helping you echo in your ears. "I was not joking when I said I could help you with that" While Mingyu was thinking how you look with your mouth stuffed with his heavy cock, with your puffy, glossed lips surrounding his dick. You resist moaning by biting down harder on your lower lip. Attempting to excuse yourself to retrieve the file with Hoshi, you start to get up, but Mingyu's body remains an obstacle. His hand settles on the lower part of your back, making your knees weak. You feel the heat rising from your hands resting on his pecs, eyes still locked. However you can't help to feel something heavy poking on your lower tummy due to how squished your body's on him, fuck he's big big. "I really need to go," you plead, meeting his eyes, and he relents, allowing you to escape his touch. "You can't avoid it forever, Mrs. Reader," he warns, and you promise to return."I'll be back"As you leave, the rhythmic pulsing in your head makes you feel foolish. Surrendering to him so easily leaves you unsettled. You know just with this contact, you feel your thong dampened.

"Hey, Reader, here's the file that could help you for SM. Inc. Wow, you look like you've seen a ghost. Are you okay?" "Just a little bit stressed." "Come take a break with us." You sit yourself next to Mr. Lee, who was discussing with Hoshi before you came. "I would make you a coffee; you'll feel better," says Hoshi. "Is working with Mingyu really that bad?" Your voice sounds tired. "He's quite special, let's say it like that." Hoshi is back, giving you an espresso, which you kindly accept. You sip it while Hoshi explains what will be beneficial for SM to take part of your action. As you take a look at the folder in front of you, Mingyu enters the same room as you. "Do you need me already, Mr. Kim?" All heads turn toward him. Even other coworkers in the open space are looking at him; well, some of them are devouring his veiny arms exposed by his folded shirt's sleeve. Some of them, including you, of course. "You said you would pick up the file, not discuss with Hoshi," his eyes are going back and forth between you and his colleagues. You felt everyone's eyes trying to follow the discussion between him and you. "Well, I have it, but he was just advising me." "I thought you didn't need any help," implicitly talking about your previous conversation with him, but nobody knew what you were talking about. Then the same blonde woman from lunch came and asked, "Mr. Kim, do you need my help? I think I'll be a better help than Mrs. Reader." started to provoking you, the only reaction you gave her was rolling your eyes. However, she was almost about to grab his arm that you get up, and you do it instead, which makes Mingyu look surprised about your sudden reaction. Are you jealous? "I think Mr. Choi insisted that only Mr. Kim and I are required in this project, but thank you for your kind offer." You smile fakely at her and drag Mingyu into the quiet corridors. Hoshi and Dokyeom start to look at each other, thinking if this scene really happened in front of them.

"That was... something," Hoshi comments as you and Mingyu leave the room. "I think 'something' is quite the word to describe what happened in front of us." said Dokyeom to his colleague.

The two of you walk down the quiet corridor away from prying eyes. "What was that about?" you ask Mingyu, curiosity and a touch of irritation in your tone. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replies with an innocent look, though his eyes betray a hint of mischief. "Oh, please. The little show you just put on in there," you retort, not buying into his act. "You seem a bit... possessive," he smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Don't flatter yourself. I just don't appreciate unnecessary distractions." Rolling your eyes, you continue down the corridor, leaving Mingyu to follow your lead. The tension between you two hangs in the air, a silent agreement that this project is going to be far from ordinary. Before you even enters his office, his hands pinned you against the wall of the hallway. Both of his hands on attached to your hips. "What the-" You didn't even finish your sentences that he smashed his lips into your glossy one. You can't help feel shocked

As Mingyu's lips press against yours, you're momentarily stunned, caught off guard by the unexpected intensity of the kiss. His actions are bold, and you find yourself torn between pushing him away and succumbing to the surprising rush of sensations. The hallway, usually a space of quick transits and business-like exchanges, transforms into a inappropriate scene

His hands, which initially held you firmly, start to explore the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine. One of them groping your ass firmly making you unconsciously moan into his lips . While the other one is firmly cupping your jaw. Your initial shock evolves into a mixture of confusion and something else—a strange, electrifying connection. Both of your hands are secured in shoulder too stunned to used them. His lips start to tingle due the lipgloss you applied earlier.

Just as quickly as it began, Mingyu pulls away, leaving you breathless and disoriented. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours, and the unspoken tension lingers in the air. "What the hell was that?" you manage to stammer, trying to regain your composure.

Mingyu, usually so confident and composed, appears somewhat disheveled. A flicker of uncertainty passes through his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by his signature smirk. "Consider it a reminder, Reader. We may have to work together, but it doesn't mean I'll play nice."

Before you can respond, he steps back, leaving you against the wall, heart pounding. The quiet corridor bears witness to the unexpected encounter, and as Mingyu heads into his office, you're left grappling with a mixture of emotions, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and irritation.

You try to pluck up one's courage and enter his office, locking the door behind you, which makes his head lift with a perplexed look. Determination fuels your steps as you stride towards him, reaching out to grab him by his tie. The air in the room thickens with tension as your eyes lock onto his, silently daring him to react. As you close the distance between you two and share a heated kiss. The taste of lingering coffee and the electrifying chemistry between you both intensify the moment. The world outside that office seems to fade away as the kiss deepens, blurring the lines between rivalry and desire.

The other hand gripping the back of his neck, wanting to feel the texture of his hair. Mingyu picks you up easily as you legs secure themself around his waist. Both of his hands are grasping your asscheeks. "I hate you so much" you mutters on his lips. He chuckled making your pussy clench on nothing. "Well if you came here kissing me then you want my help do you?". You nods at his words which he didn't like it. "Use your words and tell me what you really want" Your nails are grazing the skin of the back of his neck making him shivers. "I want you to make me me cum" you said still looking at his eyes, and the corners of his lips curl into a smug smile. "You hate me so much, yet you desire me," he remarks, his hands sliding down your back, sending shivers down your spine. He puts you down on his papers scattered desks. "Why should I help you?" he teases, pulling away slightly, but your grip on his hair tightens. The scent of his cologne envelops you, adding to the intoxicating mix.

"Because," you breathe, your voice laced with frustration and need, "I can't stand the thought of you being the reason I'm left unsatisfied." Mingyu smirks, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on your waist. "You're quite the complex woman, Reader," he says, his lips dangerously close to yours. Felling his hot breath in your neck, with how close he is. "But if that's what you want, I'll make you beg for it."

Mingyu's hands trail along the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. His lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses til you right shoulder, that ignite a fire within you. Your hands tangle in his hair as you guide him,your mind conflicted between hatred and the throbbing need pulsating between your legs. The fabric of your off-shoulder dress becomes a tantalizing barrier, amplifying the heat between you.

The tension in the room intensifies as desire and rivalry intertwine, creating a palpable atmosphere. As he slowly guides the top of your dress under your tits. "No bra ? You're such a tease" You didn't had time to answer him that his hot mouth engulfed your brown aerola making you moan while his other hand firmly played with your other tit. What a view you thought to yourself, Mingyu sucking at your tits was not in your bingo card. "Most of beautiful tits I have ever seen"

Mingyu's hands, strong and demanding, explore the contours of your tits with a familiarity that surprises you. The cool surface of his desk meets your back as he lays down you effortlessly, the contrast of the polished wood against your heated skin sending a shiver through your body. His teeth grazing your nipple makes you elicits a moan, and you instinctively tighten your grip behind his neck. "Mr Kim ... please don't leave any trace." Mingyu smirks, his eyes locked onto your pleading expression. "Well, You're mine now," he asserts, pulling away from your chest to capture your lips. As his hands work to gather the fabric of your long dress around your thighs, you respond with a sigh on his lips. Attempting to assert dominance, you bite his lip, only to succumb to the overpowering sensation of his hot tongue invading your mouth. Wanting to feel him more, you spread your thighs to let him a place between them. Allow your hands to glide along his back and powerful biceps. You can't help to whimper feeling his muscles twitch under your touch. The soft hum of approval escapes his lips, when you start to rub your hands to his semi-hard. You can't help try to size up how big he is.

He grap both your wrist and pinned them down on his desk. He breaks the kiss, observing your curly hair framing your face, your eyes lost in pleasure.

He turns your around, placing you on your stomach, as your tits pressed against the desk. At this moment, he couldn't care less about the paper. The sight you present him with your ass makes his tongue glide along his lips with hunger. Flipping your dress to your waist, he's gifted with your round ass, the only barrier being your wet thong hiding your pussy. Feeling his cock growing even harder. He wish he could take a picture of how docile and how you offer yourself to him.

Cocking an arrogant grin, Mingyu leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Now, that's a delightful view, don't you think?" His hands slide sensually over your ass, teasingly grazing the edges of your thong. "I could have everything I want right now, but I enjoy seeing you squirm." You clench your fists, frustration and desire intertwining. "Don't push your luck, Mingyu."

He chuckles, the sound low and provocative. "Oh, now it's Mingyu ?" He smooths his palm on you ass and spank you just right after. Your body flinched after the impact with a whine leaving your lips. "I plan to push it as far as it can go. But for now, let's focus on what you asked for, shall we?" His fingers played with your thong as he takes it off slowly still teasing you. "I like it when you say my name" He started to caress you everywhere except your pussy, you can't help to squirm to show your frustration.

“If you want me to help you, you'll have to ask nicely," he murmurs, a devilish glint in his eyes. You can't help yourself to surrender to him, “Mingyu touch me” Pang his palm hit you ass makes you want to cry but deep down you loved the way he treated you and he knew that just by the way your pussy's lips are puffy and how your hole keep producing more wetness. He knew that you were completely aroused about this situation so was he. His hard on start to feel more painful as he continues to playfully provoke you, he takes pleasure in observing your reactions to his every move. “I said ask nicely, slut” He can even see how your hole clenched around nothing. “Please Mingyu, touch me with your fingers” You begged him desperately wanting his thick fingers inside you. “That's how you’re supposed to beg slut” One of his finger enter your pulsating walls as you twitch from the intrusion. “Who would've thought, you bend over on my desk begging me to fingering you. Everyone thought you hated me but in fact is quite the opposite. You’re just an attention whore” as Mingyu pronounces those degrading works, your velvety walls clamped even more on his fingers. “Please Mingyu- more” moaning desiring more. Fuck he can't say no to you and inserted one more fingers making you whimper again. Mingyu being drunk on your moans start to rub his confined dick to your ass. More he added fingers the more you clench on it. “Let me prep you for my cock” He picked up the pace and start to massage hastily your walls creating a mess on his hand, leaking on the carpet of his office. “Fuck I'm about to cum”.

He retract his finger rapidly not wanting to climax now “Mingyu are fucking serious I was about to -“ He cut you off by plopping you on your back. Pushed his drench fingers by your nectar in your mouth tasting yourself. The sight that Mingyu had of you almost made him cum, your hazed eyes, your tits out and your pussy drenched. He desired to be the only person granted access to this filthy sight. “Let me eat your pussy” . You nods vividly and push your thigh apart. “So obedient” he coos at you while he pushes your knees against your chest. The way your pussy was drooling on the desk makes him wanting to devour you even more. He start to flick your clit between his fingers.

“Mingyu-ah please don't tease” “Sorry baby” him growing soft for you as he approaches his mouth to your puffy pussy lips. The first time his lick make him realize that he can't get enough of your taste. He start flicking your clit with his tongue which make you squirm. He firmly locked your plush thighs with each of his hands to not letting you move. “Fuck… Gyu..” he start to lock his gaze into yours which makes you even more excited. Your fingers start to lock itself on his long dark hair, tugging them softly. He hums on your pussy creating more vibrations. You let a muffled scream surprised by his action. “Not too loud, they might hear us” slapping your inner thighs, his chin was completely wet of your juices mix with his saliva. He dived back again, eating with all of his willpower making you want to cry even more. Your climax approach faster than before as you felt wave of pleasure in your lower stomach. The slurping noise were too dirty to be heard in this professional location.

But you don't even care, too lost in how Mingyu's tongue was feasting on your pussy. “Mingyu keep going please” you cried. Motivated by your beautiful voice he start to give you even more pleasure. You close your eyes feeling the wave of your orgasm taking your body as your legs start to shake and your vision start to become white. He continued until the last drop. Too pussy drunk, Mingyu was still eating you out addicted to your sweet taste but you were starting too feel the overstimulation coming. You hands on his black strands started to pull him away from your pussy but he had too much strength so he didn't move an inch. Only giving you a devilish grin. The fact that you were half naked expoed to him and him still fully clothed made you even more vulnerable.

Your eyes start to tear up and pleading him stop but he kept going, entering his hot tongue in your hole. No one ever ate you out that way in your entire life. Feeling your heartbeat in your cunt start to accelerate.Your body start to heat up even more creating a small layer of sweat. Suddenly you felt a second wave of orgasm coming out as you push his face even more further into you trying to ride your orgasm. Mouth completely agape, no sound coming from you mouth as feel the wave throughout your body.

Finally he stop as you try to catch your breath. He gave open kisses in your inner thigh as he comes up at your level with half of his face completely covered of mix of your cum and his saliva. He reached out for your face, as you kiss him in a more tender way. Tasting the mixture in his mouth made the experiment even more intimate. If he eat pussy like this you might start falling in love with him. “Your pussy’s taste is fucking addictive” you smirked at him as he helps you to get down from the desk still holding you close to his body. You pushed him to let him set on his chair as you get down on you knees, your eyes filled with greed.

Wanting to feel his cock your start to unbuckle his belt as Mingyu smirks arrogantly and says, "Having trouble there, sweetheart?" Ignoring his arrogant remark. He's still wearing that smug expression, you manage to unbuckle his belt, maintaining your confident demeanor. Mingyu, still trying to assert his dominance, smirks and says, "You really think you can handle someone like me?" Your eyes meet his, and with a subtle laugh, you reply, "Oh, I can handle more than you think, Mr. Kim." you told him playfully using his formal title.

As you proceed, the tension between you two escalates. Mingyu, caught off guard by your boldness, finds himself in uncharted territory. The power dynamic shifts, and for the first time, he's met with someone who not only matches his arrogance but exceeds it. The air thickens with anticipation

As you take out his cock you were quite surprised by the size of it. When you felt him a few minutes ago you thought he was big big but this is fucking huge. Everything is big on him, his body, his muscles, his fucking ego and of course his fucking cock. Fuck, maybe you were too cocky. It rest hot and heavy on both of your palm. The tip was already smeared of his precum. He's definitely the biggest you ever seen. As he ravished you just a few moments you wanted to do the same to him. As you take his tip on his mouth while your hands occupied the rest of his shaft. Your start to taste his salty precum. You start to jerking him off while looking at him . One of his hand behind his head while the other on top of your head. You can't help to think that's he's even more sexy like that. Determined to make him flinch. You spit on his cock to create more lube to help you take him. You wrapped your smudged lips around him trying to take as much as you can. Bobbing your head up and down trying to find a good tempo. You graze with your tongue the underside of his cock and give extra attention to the veins on that part of his cock. "fuck" he stuttered applying more pressure on the back of your head.

Even in his most dirty dream, Mingyu has never imagined this would happens. Your round tits out of your dress, mouth full of his cock while your hands are jerking the rest off. He's trying his best to not emptying himself right now in your mouth. As you try to take him as much you can, you gagged on him when you felt his tip caressing the back of your throat. Making him groan at the sound. "You look even better with my cock deep down in your throat"

His words made your thighs rub's together. Your eyes started to cry due to the lack of oxygen, you force yourself to breath with your nose and continue your ministration on the handsome man. You mouth let go of his dick, needed to breathe. Still managing to massage his length with your hands. He take his dick with his hand and start to smear the wetness of precum on your lips. Suddenly you felt his heavy dick slapping on you right cheek indicates you to open your mouth. You opened your mouth while poking your tongue out making him smirk at your action.

He start to slap the tip of his cock on your tongue. One of you hands were playing with your folds. Abruptly he forces his dick down your throat making you gag on him. You love being full of my cock don't you?" you hums approving what he said as you look at his eyes filled with lust. "Cute " he muttered thinking you didn't hear him. He’s even more handsome like that you didn't know it was possible. As you continue to close your throat around him, you start to massage his balls to help him finish faster. He groans as he places his both hands on your neck accelerating his hips movements. Feeling the tears coming down your cheeks.

Both of your hands steadying yourself on his legs. He continue until he released a deep groan. As you felt his hot salty cum in your mouths, he said to you "you better swallow everything, you've already made a mess on my carpet" locking his hands on your neck and jaw. Most of his cum we're already down you throat but a little bit tried to spill out of your mouth. Resulting, Mingyu’s finger collecting his cum from your chin to put it back in your mouth. "filthy slut"

Grabbing you by your waist , he manhandled you back into his desk. He plopped you to your stomach as he bend you over by pushing you back even more into the wood surface. His cold fingers run to your side until your ass, he spread your ass cheeks with his hands. "You're so fucking wet" "I'm gonna take you like that cuz I don't think you'll be able taking me in missionary" he said knowingly that your ass will hide a few inches of his dick. Try to remain as confident as possible. " I can take you in missionary, Mingyu" he smirked while giving his dick a few stroke, poking his tip to you clit making you shudder. "mmh, we'll see about that"

His align himself your entrance, entering only his tip making you moan. He suddenly grab you hair and start to spit next to you "You better be quiet or I stop" you nod, too scared to not cum on his thick dick. He continue to enter you, feeling the stretch burn your tears welled up. Your tight pussy was bullied by his girth. Not wanting to make any noise you start to bite on your arm. "Fuck, relax a bit. You're squeezing me" he said massaging your hips. Mingyu felt your raw velvety walls pulsating around his dick and sensed a suffocating pressure. He kept massaging your lower back and ass helping to relax so he can penetrate even more. If he don't start to move he think he'll cum right away. "Gyu... more" as you start to beg him while moving in your hips. "you're tight as fuuccckk" He's now deep down in your guts and you can't think anymore. The only thing in your mind is his big cock. "I thought I prepped you well but you're sucking the life out of me" you felt his dick throbbing in you as you keep begging for more and more. Too lost in your own pleasure. He began to quicken the pace while groping your hips and ass. Your frustration grew as you longed to see his face and feel him beneath your touch. "Want to touch you ...Gyu…" you start to utter between the moans. The sounds you made were utterly pornographic that almost made him cum. Taking his dick smeared of your juices out of your pussy. He flipped you, being on your back. Your arms locked around his neck as your lips finally collide. Struggling with the button of his shirt, you desire to feel him even closer, you start to taking off his tie. As you grapple with the fabric, he laughs softly against your lips, eliciting a smile from you like a teenage girl. The warning echoes in your mind not to fall for him, but the soft kiss on your right cheek makes it challenging. He rises from your body, and you instruct, "Be fast; I need you right now."

As Mingyu swiftly removes his shirt, you scan him, absorbing the sight of his body. The defined, tan muscles of his upper body come into your eyes— from his broad shoulders to his well-defined chest, the subtle ridges of abdominal muscles hinting at his underlying strength. The play of shadows emphasizes every contour, making the scene more captivating. Your gaze lingers, captivated by the visual spectacle he presents. You can't help to play with yourself in front of this sight. "You're making me so wet Mingyu" " I know baby, come here" saying this while taking both of your legs on his shoulder. You grab him by the neck as you kiss him again, finally feeling the warmth that he radiates from his body to your epidermis. His hand on your neck while the other align his dick to your entrance. " Tell me if it hurts too much sweetheart" Suddenly, everything becomes more intimate, and you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach as he treats you with care, his every touch deliberate and gentle.

He enters your pussy making you hiss at the intrusion. "Fuck, you feel even more bigger" trying to grip yourself to his bulging biceps and your nails start to dig on his back. "I told you" as he start to quicken his pace. You moan start to get louder as the rhythm starts to become faster. He squeezed enough your throat to reduced your airflow making you feel even more delirious about all the sensations. It also helps to reduce your moan, which was a miracle nobody interrupted you yet. His mouth kept worshipping the rest of your body and whispering filthy words in your neck. Knowing that you'll not last longer you told him as he acknowledge it, he rubs your clit rigorously helping to reach your climax faster. He can't help himself to stare at where you're both connected to see a white ring of your cum around his cock that makes him whine. His hips start to become more sloppy as your walls clamped down on his cock. You kept chanting his name, your mind completely bathed in lust. Nails ripping off harder his back and his biceps. Him enjoying the small pain that you inflict on his skin. Feeling climax coming "Yes — fuck, I'm coming, I fucking love your dick mingyu" completely ecstatic on his dick while you felt tears coming down in your cheeks. He kissed away the tears while his hips are sloppier than ever, feeling his dick twitched inside you follow with the sensation a hot semen filling you up to the brim. His cum starting to ooze out of your pussy while he take his dick out of you, creating even more mess between your legs and the carpet underneath both of you.

He kissed you softly as he said " you're my slut now"

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seoktized · 8 months ago

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Well hi!! Since I saw your last post about opening your requests for a bit, I wanted to say how freaking UNDERRATED dokyeom really is! Not only there aren't so many writers that don't write about him enough but also how some people can't just seem to see the dominant aura radiating out of him like🫦

Just imagine seok as your bff or your bf and he's just like so heed over heels to his pretty princess, pleasuring you in every way possible, not letting you do anything and just do all the work himself, overstimulating you with a shit eating grin while worshiping how gorgeous you look underneath him or how delicious and sweet you taste. Like I just know that this man is a FREAK istg, people only need to pay attention to him and take a good look and they WILL understand.

nsfw mdni

a/n: hi love!! I AGREE I AGREE I AGREEEE one specific dokyeom i always think about is the one pictured above !!! like ugh he’s so fine when he plays sports.. and have you seen those new pics mlb posted of him in baseball uniform.. crazy

makes me think of bf!dokyeom who’d rather sneak you into the locker room instead of practice for the college championship coming up. this particular time he was literally begging to taste you!

he had you sitting on the bench with him between your legs and he did NOT waste time, quickly diving in and messily eating you out. his pretty nose bumping your clit every time his tongue dives into your hole.

dokyeom gets excited at the fact that a teammate could walk in at any time... is literally encouraging you to moan as loud as you want!

“let everyone know who’s makin’ you feel this good, doll.”

he smirks when you moan his name loudly or grab his hair and bury his face further into your cunt. would definitely eat you out until you squirt, not caring that he’s missing precious practice time.

another thing i think about is THIGH RIDING.. him in his soccer shorts, manspreading n making his thighs looking as plump as ever..

when he notices you staring at his thighs, he grins and tells you to come sit in his lap. he moves you over to straddle one thigh and you whine at the friction on your already sensitive cunt.

whispers in your ear, “saw you staring at my thighs, baby. just thought you wanted to ride them..”

dokyeom loves to watch you come undone over and over, not caring if you return the favor or not. he tells you that you can always help him out later when he comes over to your dorm.

#dokyeom smut #dk smut #seokmin smut #lee seokmin smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen hard hours #dk x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seoktized.asks #seoktized.svt

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woozinhos · 17 days ago

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Impact play with seokmin and yunho? (Threesome) Svt and ateez are my ults and I would love to see more atz and svt crossovers!!

Notes: guys this took me so long I may have got a bit carried but these are my top biases so 🤧🥲

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The room is dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. You're lying on a bed, your wrists tied together and secured above your head. Seokmin and Yunho are standing over you, their eyes roaming over your body with a mix of lust and hunger. Seokmin is the first to make a move, his hand trailing down your side and coming to rest on your hip.

"You look so pretty like this," he murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "All tied up and at our mercy." Yunho stands beside Seokmin, watching intently as Seokmin continues to touch you.

"She really does," he agrees, his voice low and gravelly. "And she's all ours." He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle considering the situation. Seokmin's hand slides up your stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast before circling your nipple. You shiver at the touch, your body arching instinctively into his hand. Yunho watches your reaction with a smirk, his eyes dark with desire.

"Looks like she's sensitive," he says, his hand still tangled in your hair. Seokmin chuckles at your reaction, his fingers teasing and rolling your nipple between them.

"She's always been a sensitive one," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"She's already squirming," Yunho adds, his gaze still fixed on your body. "And we've barely even started." Seokmin grins and leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

"We're going to have so much fun with you tonight," he whispers, his lips brushing against your skin. Seokmin's mouth moves from your ear down to your neck, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses along your sensitive skin. Yunho's hand in your hair tightens, holding your head in place as Seokmin continues his assault on your neck.

"Such a good girl," Yunho murmurs, his eyes watching Seokmin with approval. "Just lying there and taking it."

"P-please," you manage to stutter out, your voice trembling slightly. Seokmin chuckles against your skin, his mouth still pressed to your neck.

"Please what, baby?" he asks, his tone teasing. "Use your words." In the privacy of your own mind, you had to admit that the thought of both Seokmin and Yunho dominating you together had crossed your mind more than once. But the reality of it is so much more intense, their combined presence overwhelming in the best way possible.

As you lie there, completely at their mercy, you wonder how they managed to put aside their differences and work together to claim you as their own. But the thought is quickly pushed out of your mind as Seokmin's mouth finds a particularly sensitive spot on your collarbone, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. Seokmin smirks against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"That's more like it," he murmurs, his lips still working on your collarbone. "Let us hear those pretty sounds." Yunho watches with a hungry expression, his eyes dark with desire as he tightens his grip on your hair. Yunho moves to kneel between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs and pushing them further apart. He takes a moment to admire the view, his gaze roaming over your exposed body with an almost feral hunger.

"Look at how wet she is," he says to Seokmin, his voice low and rough. "She's practically begging for it." Seokmin glances down, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the sight of your glistening folds.

"You're right," he agrees, his hand moving to caress your hip. "She's desperate for us." Yunho's smirk widens as he watches your body jolt in response to the sharp slap of his hand against your skin.

"She's sensitive here too," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "She's going to be a lot of fun to play with tonight." Yunho grins as he positions himself at your entrance, his cock poised to push inside you. He glances up at Seokmin, a silent exchange passing between them before he slowly begins to push into you. As Yunho enters you, a gasp escapes your lips, your body tensing at the sensation of being filled so suddenly. Seokmin watches intently, his hand moving from your hip to your lower stomach, feeling the slight bulge as Yunho bottoms out inside you.

"God, you feel so good," Yunho groans, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he holds you in place. Seokmin's hand on your stomach slides up to your chest, his fingers wrapping around one of your nipples and pinching it lightly. Yunho starts to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. The sensation of him sliding in and out of you is almost overwhelming, each thrust hitting deep inside you and causing your body to arch off the bed.

Seokmin leans down, his mouth capturing your other nipple and sucking on it gently. The added sensation is almost too much, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure of being completely surrounded by the two men. Yunho's hand shoots out, grabbing Seokmin by the back of the head and pulling him away from your chest.

"I want to hear her," he growls, his eyes flashing with a possessive intensity. "No distractions." Seokmin rolls his eyes but relents, sitting back and watching Yunho continue to thrust into you with a possessive gaze.

"So demanding," he mutters under his breath, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. As Yunho's pace quickens, Seokmin can't help but watch with a mixture of desire and amusement. He runs his hand up and down his own shaft, mimicking the rhythm of Yunho's thrusts, his eyes glued to the sight of your body being taken by Yunho.

Yunho's moans mingle with your own, the sound of your combined pleasure filling the room. His grip on your thighs tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he nears his release. Seokmin watches the scene unfolding before him, his own desire growing with each passing moment. He can feel himself getting impatient, wanting to join in and claim you for himself as well. Seokmin leans in close to Yunho, his voice low and husky.

"Let me have a turn," he murmurs, his eyes burning with desire. "I can't wait any longer." Yunho's eyes flash with anger at Seokmin's request, and he lets out a low growl.

"No," he snaps, his hips continuing to slam into you at a punishing pace. "You can wait your turn." Seokmin's jaw clenches at Yunho's refusal, but he doesn't back down.

"Come on, Yunho," he says, his voice laced with frustration. "You know you want to share her with me." Yunho ignores Seokmin's protests, his lips capturing yours in a fierce kiss as he continues to pound into you.

He devours your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he dominates the kiss, staking his claim over you. Seokmin watches the two of you, his frustration and jealousy building with each passing second. He can see how deeply Yunho is marking his territory, claiming you as his own, and it only fuels his desire to be a part of the action. Yunho pulls away from the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looks down at you with a possessive glint in his eyes.

"You're mine," he growls, his hand moving to your throat and applying just enough pressure to assert his dominance. Seokmin grits his teeth as he watches Yunho continue to dominate you, his hand moving faster over his own cock. He can't help but feel envious of the way Yunho is controlling you, the way you're responding so eagerly to his every touch. Your gaze drifts over to Seokmin, your eyes meeting his as he continues to stroke himself.

His eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of lust and frustration in his expression as he watches you get taken by Yunho. The sound of your moan draws Seokmin's attention, his eyes darkening as he sees the way you're looking at him. He lets out a low growl, his hand tightening around his cock as he tries to maintain his composure. Yunho can feel his own release building, his body tensing with the effort of holding back.

"I'm gonna come," he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening as he drives himself into you even harder. Seokmin's voice is strained as he speaks up, his words coming out in a low, commanding tone.

"Don't come in her," he says, his eyes narrowing. "She's not just yours, Yunho." Yunho's smirk only grows wider at Seokmin's protest, his thrusts becoming more deliberate as he continues to take you.

"And who's gonna stop me?" he challenges, his eyes gleaming with defiance. Yunho lets out a loud moan as he finally reaches his climax, his hips stuttering against yours as he spills himself inside you. Seokmin lets out a frustrated groan at the sight, his own body aching with the need to join in. Yunho grins as he feels you moan beneath him, his cock twitching as he empties himself inside you.

"That's it," he murmurs, his hand gently stroking your hair. "You look so beautiful when you're full of me." Seokmin doesn't waste any time as Yunho pulls out of you, quickly taking his place between your legs. He doesn't even bother to remove Yunho's cum, instead sliding his cock into you with a low growl. Seokmin's hips snap against yours, his thrusts rough and possessive as he reclaims you.

He leans down, his lips grazing against your ear as he whispers, "You're mine now." You desperately grasp for something to hold onto as Seokmin's thrusts drive you closer to the edge, his pace relentless and intense. Seokmin's eyes are wild with desire as he pounds into you, his movements fueled by a primal need to claim you as his own.

He's completely lost in the moment, consumed by the feeling of your body beneath him and the sound of your moans filling the air. Yunho sits back in a chair, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He watches the two of you with a smirk on his face, his eyes raking over your body as you writhe beneath Seokmin. As you glance over at Yunho, he raises an eyebrow and gives you a cocky grin.

He leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the show as Seokmin continues to take you hard and fast. Seokmin seems to be driven even more wild by the fact that Yunho is watching, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he tries to make you scream. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, his body pressing you down into the mattress as he claims you completely.

"Seokmin... oh god..." Your voice comes out in a shaky moan, the words barely intelligible as Seokmin continues to drive you closer to the edge. Seokmin's grip on your wrists tightens as he hears you moan his name, a low growl escaping his lips.

"Say it again," he demands, his hips slamming into you with renewed intensity.

"Seokmin... please..." You manage to choke out the words, your body trembling beneath him as you teeter on the edge of release. Seokmin's eyes lock onto the sight of Yunho's cum dripping out of you, his breath catching in his throat as he feels a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal.

He grits his teeth, his hips bucking wildly as he feels himself nearing his own release. With one final thrust, Seokmin buries himself deep inside you and lets out a guttural moan as he reaches his climax. His body shudders against yours as he spills himself inside you, his grip on your wrists loosening slightly as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

As Seokmin's cock pulses inside you, you can feel his hot cum mixing with Yunho's, filling you up completely. Seokmin's eyes are locked on yours, a mix of possessiveness and satisfaction evident in his gaze as he watches you come undone beneath him. Seokmin slowly pulls out of you, his breathing still heavy as he looks down at the mess he's made of you. He runs a hand over your body, his touch gentle yet possessive as he admires the sight of you covered in both of their cum.

Seokmin and Yunho lie down on either side of you, both of them panting and spent from the intense session. They wrap their arms around you, holding you close as they try to catch their breath. The three of you lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound being the soft rustling of sheets and the occasional heavy exhale. Yunho breaks the silence, his voice still hoarse from his earlier moans.

"You look so perfect like this," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. Seokmin nods in agreement, his lips grazing against your shoulder as he nuzzles into you.

"Ours," he whispers possessively, his arms tightening around you as if he's afraid to let you go.

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