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beom-pyu · 1 year ago

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just had the craziest lucid dream during my nap and i need to get this thought out ASAP

soft domination with husband beomgyu, anyone?

warnings: pets names (puppy) , tit sucking , mommy kink , praise kink

your husband beomgyu who comes home from work to see you cooking dinner, wraps his arms around your waist and peppers kisses down your neck to distract you so he can secretly steal a bite! you swat his hand away and tell him dinner will be ready soon, turning in his hold to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss

you can tell by the way beomgyu melts into the kiss that he's has had a tough day at work; training unruly newbies, taking on heavier workloads so he can get promoted, working his ass off to provide for you so all you have to worry about is looking pretty and living stress free<3 all he's been looking forward to today is coming home to see your pretty face and feel your soft touch and he's overwhelmed by all the love he feels for you when you gently massage his neck as you press a kiss to his cheek, asking him about how his day was.

he immediately falls to pieces in your hands---as much as beomgyu takes control in almost every aspect of your lives, he lets you take the reigns at home. passes on the control to you so he can let go every now and then. he loves being doted on by you, loves how you can make him feel so loved, how you take him apart and put him back together. you know you have him right where you want him when you see his eyes cloud over, a small whimper living his lips as you card your fingers through his hair, his grip tightening on your hips.

"had a hard day, hm?" you purr into his ear, running your nails down his clothed back, feeling him shiver from your touch as he nods. "my puppy... always working so hard for us. 'm so proud of you, gyu."

"please... please, i need---"

"shh, i've got you. relax, baby.

despite being shorter than him, beomgyu leans his entire body weight on you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck as your fingers run across his most sensitive spots. you smile as he lets out the softest sounds, his hand strictly placed at your sides. he knows not to touch without permission. he knows that you'll give him what he needs.

there's nothing more satisfying than feeling him harden against your leg just by your faint touch. his lips are like magnets to your skin, nipping and biting as he kisses up and down your neck, claiming you, marking you as his.

on any other night, you'd drag it out, tease him a bit before playing. the suspense always gets him riled up---but tonight, you know that's not what he needs. not with the way his eyes nearly brim with tears as you gently coax him away from your neck, his fingers grabbing desperately at your dress.

"meet me in the bedroom, pup."

"but---but i want..."

"i know, puppy. i'll be quick, okay?"

the puppy dog eyes he sends your way nearly makes you change your mind, but nonetheless, he follows your orders and heads toward the room. you quickly turn off all of the food, making sure to put tops on all of the pots before joining your husband in the bedroom.

by the time you walk in, he's already sitting upright against the headboard, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. you smile at the grabby hands he directs towards you, looking utterly fucked out with his blushed neck and red, bitten-raw lips. he's absolutely gorgeous.

you waste no time climbing into his lap, giggling a bit as he automatically wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into an unexpected hug. he rests his head on your shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent before pressing a few kisses to your exposed skin.

when his fingers make their way to the hem of your dress, you reach down to stop him; he whines, but his fingers still, his head turning to look up at you expectantly.

"you know you have to use your words to get what you want, pup."

he opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt him again.

"and you have to ask nicely. no more demanding things."

"but it's embarrassing," he whines, dropping his face into your chest. you giggle at his behavior---this is really your strong, provider husband. he's perfect.

"come on, puppy. you can do it."

beomgyu lifts his head after a few seconds, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"ask."

...

"can i... can i suck on your tits...?

you give him a look.

"please... mommy?"

"now was that so hard, hm?"

beomgyu doesn't reply as you slowly pull your dress over your head, his eyes glued onto your tits that are perfectly eye level with his gaze. you smile as his eyes flash up to yours, his hands making home on your waist---he's waiting for your signal. such a good boy.

"mommy, please, i---"

"go ahead, puppy."

you don't have to tell him twice; he immediately latches onto your nipple, fondling your other breast as his eyes slip shut in bliss. his entire body relaxes as you card your fingers through his hair, pressing light kisses to the crown of his head. this is for him, so you try to ignore the way the stimulation goes straight to your core, sighing in pleasure as his tongue circles your nipple before he sucks harshly, nipping at your sensitive bud.

he's hard in his pants as your heat sits right on top of him, but he shows no intentions on moving. this is more than just sexual, for the both of you. he looks so angelic like this, a pink flush sitting high on his cheekbones, his hair messy from your fingers pushing it out of his face. his eyelashes tickles his cheeks as he lets out soft sounds, quiet moans and whimpers, nosing your skin as he moves to give attention to your other tit.

"my pretty puppy. you're doing so good for me, baby. so, so good."

beomgyu moans loudly at that, something throaty and deep, as he places one last kiss on your breast before looking up at you with glistening eyes.

"i love you," he breaths out, his hands dropping down to your thighs, massaging the plush skin there. you smile down at him before capturing his lips in a kiss; it's sloppy and messy as beomgyu's nearly too gone to focus on any sort of technique, but it's oh so perfect because it's him

"i love you, gyu."

the beam that paints his face is heart-wrenching, his eyes bunching up at the corners, his cheeks growing full with pure adoration and infatuation. he's so, so lovely and everyday, you wonder how you managed to win his heart.

"can i fuck you after dinner?"

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"anything you want, puppy."

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onlyseokmins · 2 years ago

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The Real Thing | KMG

You wake up to your sweet, loving boyfriend trying to get you exactly where he wants you to be. How else is he going to treat you right? Sleep be damned.

›› Genre: Smut (legit just filth) ›› Rating: 18+ (explicit s-x) ›› Pairing: Mingyu x f.Reader ›› Wordcount: 2.4k ›› Warnings: oral (f.rec), s-x while half asleep/waking up, it's very consensual tho, manhandling and holding her in place, bit of biting as well, Mingyu is so drunk on her wow, they cute tho, unprotected s-x (in a relationship, be safe!), cr-ampie, petnames, praise, begging? lemme know if I missed smt because this was a lot... ›› uh idk what possessed me we don't have to talk about it but thanks to @homerunhansol for validating me for this <3 you're a darling

A heavy honey’d voice breaks through your slumber, calling your name in the dark. The lisp still spills through his lips that trace places on your body you can’t quite pinpoint. He’s everywhere. Hands firm on your thighs, teeth above the band of your shorts. His breath is hot, your skin flourishing with goosebumps where he drags his blunt nails along your hips.

“Up, baby,” Mingyu whispers, pulling at your frame. He’s insistant yet careful, lifting your lower body just enough to do what he wants. Enough to give himself the space to drag your shorts and panties down past the swell of your ass with his teeth. Still half fogged by sleep, still twisted into the sheets, you can’t quite grasp what exactly he’s trying to do. But his nose trailing down the curve of your ass says enough. “I got you,” he breathes into your skin, palm smoothing down the expanse of your back.

You mumble back, nothing in particular. Your own words are lost to you, drowned into the pillow that you clutch closer as you press your chest closer to the mattress. Inadvertently tilting your bottom close to him. All you can feel now is your lover and the warmth spreading from wherever he caresses you to the centre between your thighs. There where he places his hand and groans into you at the feeling of you grinding down on him purely out of instinct. When did you get this wet?

“Baby,” he tries again, hands sliding back to your hips, thumbs digging into your skin. Creating beautiful divots and crescent moon shapes with his nails.

You hum, not wanting to open your eyes, not wanting to awaken from this dream.

He chuckles, teeth nipping at your ass. “Gon’ make you feel good, yeah? Just lift your hips for me.”

A frown creases your forehead, but you comply. Following the guidance of his palms alongside the sweet touch of his lips to your skin is easy. Holding yourself up? Not so much. You whine in frustration and he grins audibly almost. It rumbles from his throat, rough-edged by his own sleep. What time is it even? You let him shuck you up the bed again, tilting your hips up and pressing your shoulders into the bed. Your back arches, your thighs spread just enough to leverage you and it burns.

“Gyu,” you whimper.

Nothing prepared you for the way he licks a fat stripe down your folds without so much as a warning. You spiral from there. You’ve always been sensitive in the morning. Arousal ripples through your body, spasms shaking your legs as he thumbs your clit with practiced ease. You crumble, legs giving in and body colliding with the bed again.

But Mingyu is anything if not determined. He grabs you again, perhaps a bit too firm—why should you care, you’re his to ruin. Any time, any day, any place. Like here in your bed, where he manoeuvres you into the exact position that’ll let him comfortably eat you out from behind. Gives him the perfect view of your tits pressed into your pillow, folds spread and ass on display.

He groans so deeply, once again sinking his teeth into the flesh of your ass. Thick fingers find their home inside of you, sliding in with so little resistance that you hiccup when his knuckles brush your clit. Shudders course through you when he twists them, angling his wrist just so that he can—you collapse onto the bed once more.

Your whine is so high in your throat, thighs burning with the effort of holding yourself up. You’re not awake enough for this, yet not asleep enough to not feel how empty you are now.

“You okay?” Mingyu whispers, airy and fanned out over the back of your thigh. “Tired?”

You nod, to both. “Gyu,” you whine, tilting your body towards him despite your exhaustion.

It has him cursing. An under his breath sound that you know all too well. Like you know him. Like you know that he isn’t going to rest until he eats you out exactly how he has envisioned in the moments leading up to this. And you need it, because having just a dip of his fingers in you is never enough. That one swipe of his tongue unlocked an ache between your thighs that needs quelling. God, what a way to wake up.

He shifts, pushing your body a little further up the bed. “Let me try something, hmm? Pretty girl.” The words stir something in you, butterflies in your stomach, warmth in your cheeks. He once again lifts your hips off the bed, enough to have you plant your knees on the bed. “Relax.” He spreads your thighs, a familiar feeling from all the times he’s been between them. Spreads them wide as if to accomodate his shoulders.

You hiccup in frustration. “Lemme turn,” you mumble, attempting to raise yourself.

A large hand firmly lands between your shoulder blades, keeps you pinned, warm and snug within the covers of your shared bed. “Stay there, wan’ you like this.” His voice is so beautiful like this, laced with lust and muddled by sleep in a way that only he could make hot. Or maybe it’s because he’s still so close to your arching core.

Mingyu presses you down, almost until your stomach grazes the bed and somehow…somehow the bed provides enough pushback to keep you spread like that. On your knees but spread outwards, upper body to the covers, ass up. The arch of your back is delectable, like an early-morning stretch. You can’t imagine the view he’s got. He’s always loved looking at you, any which way you’d let him. But like this? Open and waiting for him? All his? It must be amongst his favourite.

He mumbles another curse into your thigh, after which the mattress suddenly jostles. A bounce nearly throws you off your balance if it wasn’t for his strong arms coiling around your thighs. Be the angle—shit. He’s slid himself under you. The position has given him just enough space to get his head right under your cunt, exactly where he wants to be. And then he—

“Min-Mingyu!” His lips suction your clit fast and hard. His mouth is wet, hot, tongue firm and rough. A hand palms your ass, and you’re sure you’re pressing his head down with your body. Why would he care? He’d let you suffocate him. And you would. If it didn’t mean you’d never get to have this again. You’d never give up the wet warmth of his mouth on you.

He almost moans louder than you when you slide a hand down to grab his hair. You can’t ride his face, body too tired and angle too tight. He basically has you pinned tight, his own angle perfect. Perfect to slide two fingers right back into you where they belong. Twists and turns them until he can rub at the walls just how you like.

Scratch that, you love it. Love the way he pushes and pulls you, makes you shudder and moan and shake over him. The sound of his fingers fucking into you is slick, but not as wet as his mouth over your clit. He slurps, groans, growls even. Presses you so close that you wonder if he can even breathe. The hot puff of air against your core confirms it. Makes it so much worse. Has you keening for him, whinging, writhing. He revels in it. And you’re sure that if you could see him, he’d be rock hard, cock straining against his toned stomach.

You whine his name for the umpteenth time that morning, day, night—you have no clue. All you know is that your orgasm is quickly approaching. Rocketting your body to be awake. To feel the full extent of his ministrations. The firm grip on your ass, the muscles of his arms coiling against your thighs, teeth and tongue at your clit. The perfect pleasure pain. Perfect, like him and his little grin at your core. Because he knows, he knows you’re close and you can’t do anything about it. Not when he’s bent you into such a tight position. You’re all his to devour.

And devour you he shall.

He shifts, pushes his body to yours. Then he stops. Mouth detaching from you just for a second while his fingers spread you open. He holds you there and you hate that you can’t see him. Want to see his dark eyes cloud over with lust.

“Wish you could see yourself. So fucking wet for me.”

You shake, breath heavy, trying to push closer. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he chuckles.

The loudest moan yet rips from your throat as he slides his tongue in between his fingers. Laps at your walls like he’s got something to reach. And in true Mingyu fashion, he manages to settle the tip of his nose right over your clit. It gives you just enough stimulation to tumble back to that edge. The pleasure is sharp, your fall fast and so easy. Because what are you if not weak for him?

His name falls from your lips like a mantra, begging him for anything but for him to stop. He doesn’t. He never truly does. Couldn’t edge you if he wanted to, and he never does want to. He works you so close, takes you to that sweet sweet edge, walls pulsing on his tongue. The vibrations of his moans send delicious shivers down your legs and up your spine. Slick noises drowned out by his. By the rumbling in your ears when your impending orgasm crashes through you.

He sucks back to your clit as it hits, doubling the hit of your peak. Has you screaming, burying your face into your pillow to muffle it. Thighs straining to close but being unable to. He holds you open. Holds you close so he can take anything you give him. Sucks up the slick against your folds, nibbles on them as you come down.

Then, he lets out a breathy giggle. “Always so sensitive in the morning.” Sweet, sweet words, spoken against your inner thigh. “So good for me,” he muses, nuzzling your skin before slipping out from under you.

You can’t even collapse, so tired, the aftermath of your orgasm settling in your bones. “Help,” you whisper with a lazy smile.

“Hmm, come here.” Mingyu crawls up next to you, guiding your body to turn into him. One thigh to the mattress, the other up and over his hip. You shiver when his cock nudges your hip. Of course he’s hard, always is when he eats you out.

Normally you’d offer to suck him off, ride him even. What is such an orgasm good for if not an excuse to treat your loving boyfriend. But your body is still recovering, still attempting to separate your deep slumber from the throat of pleasure. You’d sign up for this more often if it didn’t feel like your entire system crashed. Mingyu knows you too well.

He kisses up your neck, sucks at a mark he left there previously. His cock slides into the crease where your thigh meets your hip. It’s rough, bare skin on skin, but it provides him with relief. “Think you can take me, baby?”

You groan. Never would you deny the feeling of him filling you, spreading you better than his fingers. Reaching places you never thought you’d needed touched. But he always delivered 110%. Ruined you for anyone else. Though you’re not sure if you can right now, your body still slack in his embrace. “Don’ know, Gyu,” you whisper, “You got me good.”

“I know.” He nudges his nose with yours, finally kisses you. Parts his mouth against yours to taste you—to have you taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue. “Just-.” He shudders with another rock of his hips to yours. “‘M close, just wanna feel you. Won’ be long, promise.” Sleep is still etched into his features, drowned into his voice. Your room is still dark enough for morning to not have arrived. It can’t have, with how tired you both feel.

Mingyu again rocks his hips forward, stuttering. You reach to touch, feel the desperate twitch of his length when you graze your fingers over the tip. It’s wet with precum. He really must be close.

He rolls you onto your back properly, traces the edges of your face while he fucks up into your palm. Holds you just so he can look into your eyes. His own brown eyes sleepy, gaze filled with a tiny bit of mirth and a lot of arousal. “Please?” he whimpers with another kick of his hips.

Who are you to deny him when he begs so sweetly? You spread your legs, undulate for him, help him guide his length into you. Your body arches into his, the stretch barely there but the flush of overstimulation sets your nerves alight briefly. You’re so full and so content and you don’t need to cum even if you probably could. The sensation of him shivering against you—body sliding over yours, desperately holding back to not jostle you too much—is enough.

He whines, high in his throat, teeth sinking into your skin to muffle himself. You card you fingers through his hair, whisper praise to his ear. Soothe him as he slides back and forth through your slick warmth. He doesn’t need much. A dozen thrusts and he’s moaning through his orgasm. Fills you up perfectly.

“Good God,” he grumbles, collapsing on top of you.

You laugh, air punched out of your lungs by his weight. “Ditto.” You keep your fingers going through his hair, knowing he won’t pull out until he’s fully sated and gone soft. More than before, you feel awake. Able to now appreciate the tan, muscled limbs strewn out over yours. You kiss the top of his head tenderly.

“Say,” you whisper, “What got into you?”

He huffs, lips pressed to your breast. “You were whining my name in your sleep.” He cranes his head back to look at you. “The sexy kind of whining.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh.” Heat creeps up your chest and to your cheeks. You can’t even remember what you could’ve been dreaming about? All you remember is waking up to his hands on your ass and his breath on your core.

Mingyu chuckles, kisses your sternum. “What were you dreaming about, pretty girl?”

You shrug. “Don’t remember.”

He looks at you offended to not receive the information he’s looking for. So cute.

You kiss his forehead. “What’s it matter when the real thing is so much better?”

Letting you guys know that I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts on this, it's my first time posting pwp lmaoo jfkdsjl I was really nervous about it but yeah...let me know!

tagging: @hyunsunni

#LIKE any time someone tells me they're not sure abt a fic i know it's gonna be hella good (Fact)#*punching my screen* how DARE u send me cute puppy gyu this is NOT cute puppy gyu this is pussy drunk gyu and i need to recover #huhhuhuhuhh the oral scene was SOOOOO good i'm deceased #hellow gwaen!#gwaen 🐰#ez.mootz #ez.reads #mingyu

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