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amen-to-tiddies · 1 month ago

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Trouble Double in Paradise - Part one

Soft Dom Top SAN & Dom Top BM x Sub Reader (3,600 Words) Reader Speaking = Orange BM Speaking = Blue San Speaking = Pink

List of the fun stuff: Double penetration, Tag Teaming, Spit Roasting, Throat fucking, Rough/Hard sex, Phone sex, Praise/Degrading, Caught, Manhandling, Size Difference, Dumbification, Oral Fixation, fingering, Overwhelming pleasure used as interrogation, Reader very often gets called "puppy", "puppyboy" "pup" etc, Not really Petplay though, Slight Humiliation (mostly in the form of degrading), Bad cop BM Good cop SAN dynamic, Passionate kissing (San & BM Make out)

The bedroom was dimly lit, the only source of light being your phone screen as it was resting on your pillow next to you. Your hand was wrapped around your aching cock, slick and pulsing in your hand as San’s voice purred through the speaker again. His tone was rich, sexy, fucking addicting. the kind of voice that could get you all hot and bothered in just a few words.

“Bet you’re so fucking hard right now, huh?” he spoke, the sound of his own slick-wet strokes clearly audible, “All worked up ‘cause of me? Sucha good boy… letting me get you all stupid with just my voice.”

A shiver ran down your spine, your hips bucking up into you fist instinctively as his words settled into your head making you dizzy. “San-” you gasped, his name breaking off into a moan as you squeezed the base of your cock, trying to hold off your orgasm just a little longer.

San let out a deep chuckle, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you. “Oh, baby… you sound so fucking pretty. You gonna cum for me? Gonna make a mess all over yourself?” His breath was hastening, you could tell he was close too. “Wish I could see you… all fucked out and needy. Come over next time baby.. please, I’ll have you on your knees for me, begging for my cock like the desperate little boy you are.”

You whined, head falling back against the pillow, your were on the verge of breaking. The world outside of this moment was completely forgotten to your dumb mind, drowned out by the filth spilling from San’s mouth and the feeling of an orgasm quickly building.

But just then...

The sound of the footsteps quickly climbing up the stairs.

Your breath stopped, panic shooting through you as you scrambled to end the call. SHIT wrong button, you had only muted yourself and It was too late to try hang up now. The door flew open. There stood Matthew your giant 6 foot 1 boyfriend built like a beast and panting like one, leaning up against the doorframe with a genuine look of concern on his face. "Jesus baby, are you ok? i heard some weird noises coming from-" "Fuck puppy did you cum already?" The phone screen lit up as san cooed his little praise.

BM knew exactly who you were talking to the moment he heard that voice.

“What the fuck. Are you fucking kidding me?" BM’s voice was sharp. Your heart dropped, you were burning with shame as you scrambled around the bed trying to gather your clothes.

BM just stood there, but by god, even stood motionless you could tell he was fucking livid.

In that moment a heap of emotions came rushing to him possessiveness, jealousy, and also... the unshakable need to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

He stepped forward, jaw clenched tight as his gaze flickered to the phone still on the bed, San’s name was still glowing on the screen.

BM’s lips curled into a smirk, there seemed to be some kind of humor in it for him, like it was some kinda game, a prank you were playing. “So that’s how you wanna play, huh?” he said, stepping closer, his hands already working at his belt. “You wanna get off to someone else’s voice? Wanna act like I’m not the one who's name you scream every night huh? fuckin 'puppy'?! is that the shit you're into now?”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, your mind scrambling for an excuse, anything to defuse the situation.

BM didn’t give you the chance. He yanked you forward, flipping you onto your stomach with ease. He kicked his jeans off, the sound of his metallic belt hitting the floor making your heart race/

He then shoved you right down onto your stomach, his large hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. one of BM's hands shot next to your head, grabbing the phone, he hung up.

BM proceeded by throwing the phone to the side and sliding his fingers in-between your parted lips, pressing them down on your tongue. “That’s it,” he murmured, watching your mouth eagerly suck and coat them in slick warmth. “Such a fucking slut, always so desperate to have something in your mouth, huh?” He pulled them free with a wet pop.

You felt his wet fingers trailing down your spine until they were right above your hole. His touch was torturously teasing as he traced the rim before pushing a finger inside, he was so fucking slow and deliberate. You gasped, hips jerking at the intrusion, but BM held you down with his free hand, keeping you still.

“Look at you, already so fucking open for me,” he muttered, curling his finger just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you “Did he have you touching yourself like this? Stuffing yourself full of your own fingers, wishing it was his cock?”

Your face burned, but BM didn’t stop. A second finger joined the first, stretching you, scissoring inside as he hummed in approval. “Bet you let him say all sorts of nasty shit to you, didn’t you?”

You whined, trying to bury your face in the sheets, but BM wasn’t having it. His hand moved to your hip, landing a sharp slap against your ass that made you jolt. “Answer me.”

“Y- yes,” you stammered, voice muffled. “He… he talks dirty.”

BM’s fingers twisted inside you, making your back arch. “Yeah? What does he say?”

You hesitated, your face and chest turning red, but the way BM was working you open had you too fucked-out already to think straight. Every push of his fingers against your prostate made your walls clench around them, made your mouth part in another pathetic breathless little whimper. You couldn't hold back.

“H-he calls me pretty,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

BM hummed, fingers pressing deeper, slower. “Yeah? What else?”

Your thighs trembled. “Tells me I sound good for him…”

BM clicked his tongue, unimpressed. “That’s all?”

Your breath stuttered. Your mind was hazy, but BM wasn’t going to let you get away with obvious half-truths. His fingers curled inside you again, grinding against that sweet spot until you were fucking losing it. Your back was arched, hips pushing back instinctively.

“Fuck- okay! He- ah- he tells me to beg for him.”

BM’s hand landed sharply against your ass again, making you yelp. “C'mon, Beg for what baby? What do you say to him?”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your throat dry from panting. “I… I beg for him to let me cum to his voice,” you confessed “To let me choke on him when we meet"

BM groaned at that, his cock twitching against your thigh. But he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more.

“What else?” he pressed, fingers pumping faster, making you shake beneath him.

Your stomach clenched. You were feeling intense shame, but your body kept betraying you, tightening around BM’s fingers, practically begging him for more. “He- he makes me touch myself while calling me names,” you admitted, biting down on your lip. “Tells me I’m his needy little thing, his filthy fucktoy, his perfect hole.”

BM exhaled harshly through his nose. “Jesus,” he muttered, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His fingers slowed, teasing now, and it only made your desperation worse.

“And?” he prompted.

You swallowed, eyes fluttering shut. “He makes me spit on my cock, Tells me to fuck my fist like it’s his dick I'm stroking.. to hump my pillow like a stupid, desperate slut. Makes me send him videos- fuck- makes me edge myself ‘til I’m crying.”

BM paused and then let out chuckle, fingers still inside you. His free hand moved up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back just enough for his lips to graze your ear.

“That so?” he murmured. “And did you listen, 'puppy'?

A whimper spilled from your lips before you could stop it. BM smirked.

“Yeah,” he found this very ammusing. “You did, didn’t you?”

BM added a third finger with no warning. You gasped, your body tensing at the added stretch, but he didn’t let up. “You like begging, huh? Is that why you sound so needy right now? Want him to fuck you so bad you’ll say anything he wants?”

You bit your lip again, nodding frantically. BM withdrew his fingers slowly, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness.

“Call him back.”

Your brows furrowed. “W- what?”

“Call. Him. Back,” he repeated, voice authoritative. “Let him hear how you sound when you're actually fucked”

Your fingers trembled as you reached for the phone, unlocking it with a swipe. The moment you hit the call button, BM’s hands were on you, spreading you open as he lined himself up. The dial tone rang once- twice

Then San picked up.

“Missed me already, baby?” His voice was smug as usual “What happened earlier handsome? You just hung up on me and-.” His voice faltered, suddenly registering the muffled sounds in the background- the heavy breathing, the slick, obscene noises, the sharp gasp that escaped your lips as BM sank into you in one deep, claiming thrust.

A beat of silence.

“…Shit”

BM smirked, grabbing the phone off of you bed and pressing it to his own ear, his other hand gripping your waist as he dragged his cock out, only to slam back in, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“C’mon over, Sannie,” BM rasped, voice thick with amusement. “This is your chance. I wanna show you how you really pleasure a lil’ slut.” He pulled your hips back roughly, angling his thrusts so perfectly that your moans became outright pornographic.

BM also started to let out over-the-top moans as he started rolling his hips deeper, watching you fall apart in his hands. “Better- ah- be quick, though- fuck-,” he added, voice purposefully stuttered with low, heavy groaning. “He might already be fucked-out by the time you get here.”

San’s breath was harsh on the other end of the line, it didn’t take long for him to speak. His voice dropped low “You really think I’m gonna let you have all the fun?” “Keep him nice and warmed up for me- I’m on my way.”

BM was pleased, tossing he phone onto the bed. His grip on your waist tightened as he picked up the pace, each deep thrust sending sparks up your spine. “You hear that, baby? You’re in for a long night.”

Time blurred after that. Your body trembled under BM’s relentless pace, the room filled with the sound of his balls and crotch slapping against your ass over and over. Your own breathless whimpers mixing with his low groans.

You were already beyond being on the edge, you were practically teetering on exhaustion by now, when the bedroom door slammed open.

San stood in the doorway, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes locked onto you- flushed, wrecked, struggling to hold yourself up under BM’s weight. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Shit…”

BM slowed just enough to glance over his shoulder. His look was practically a challenge. “Took you long enough.” He pulled out, flipping you onto your back with ease. “C’mon then, let’s see what you got.”

San wasted no time. He was on you in seconds, his touch was so different from BM’s- it really was soothing where BM's felt punishing, His fingers traced over your burning skin, his lips pressing soft, teasing kisses along your neck and jaw. “You doing okay, baby?” he murmured, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face.

Before you could answer, BM scoffed. “Oh, don’t go all soft on him now. He likes it rough, don’t you, puppy boy?” His hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head up until you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

BM let out a sharp laugh as he caught your cock twitching against your stomach in the corner of his eye. Both of the men started glancing down just in time to see your tip drool, a fresh little puddle forming. “Oh, fuck- did you just leak all over yourself from that?”

His grip on your throat tightened, just enough to make your breath stutter. “Jesus. That’s all it takes? One little nickname and you’re already making a mess?” His tone mocking eyes flicking between your flushed face and your twitching cock.

San smirked, blood rushing to his now semi-hard cock. “It's his magic word”

BM’s lips curled into a devilish grin as he looked down at you, completely and utterly submissive beneath him. “That right, pup?” He dragged the words out slowly, purposefully, watching as another bead of pre-cum welled at the tip of your cock. He let out a dramatic scoff, his head shaking side to side. “Pathetic. Fucking pathetic.”

San, whistled lowly. “Damn, baby. You really do love it, huh? All it takes is one little ‘puppy boy’ and you start leaking like a desperate bitch in heat. I mean I knew it got you all hot over the phone but I never realized it actually drove you this crazy” He cocked his head at BM, stupidly giggling like a teenage girl. “This is the best shit I’ve ever seen.”

BM clicked his tongue, fingers moving around your jaw, adjusting you gaze up to san who was still towering over you. “Go on, pup,” he cooed mockingly, thumbing at your spit-slick lips. "Thank San for teaching me that new word”

San climbed off you and sat back onto the mattress, spreading his legs in that cocky, confident way that made your stomach flip. He didn’t say a word- just gave you a knowing look, tilting his chin ever so slightly. Fuck.

“C’mon, baby.” His voice was all smooth and innocent. Coaxing you over. “Show me how much you appreciate me.”

Your hand trembled, reaching for the waistband of his sweats. Slowly, carefully, you peeled them down, eyes fluttering at the way his cock twitched, slapping against his abs- it was so thick, already glistening at the tip. You swallowed, hands ghosting up his thighs, taking in every inch of his beautiful, sculpted body.

“Fuck… you’re so perfect,” you murmured, voice still barely above a whisper as you dipped your head down, placing soft kisses along the sharp cut of his hip bone.

San hummed in approval, his fingers threading gently through your hair, encouraging you. But just as you started trailing your lips lower, savoring the feeling of his warm skin under your tongue-

SMACK.

A sharp slap landed on your ass, jolting you forward.

“None of that slow teasin' shit,” BM’s voice was a low and commanding. “You know damn well how to worship a cock properly. Get to it.”

You gasped, blinking up at San in wide-eyed desperation. He shot BM a glare, fingers tightening in your hair protectively. “Hyung-seriously?”

BM only scoffed again, he was now standing next to the bed, just right behind you “What? You know I’m the one in charge here.” His eyes flicked down to you “And he knows better than to make me wait.”

San rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he sighed, bringing his gaze back down to you. “Ignore him, baby- you're doing such a good-”

BM cut him off with a laugh. “Like hell he will.”

You decided to not take your chances getting your already sore, red, ass getting slapped again, but just as your lips wrapped around the head of San’s cock something caught you by surprise..

BM had moved closer and he had now reached for San, grabbing the back of his neck and yanking him in, crushing their lips together in a rough, dizzying kiss.

San let out a muffled noise of surprise- half protest, half pleasure- but BM didn’t give him a chance to react. His tongue forced its way into San’s mouth, claiming him.

It was fucking filthy.

The way BM groaned into San's mouth, the way San’s moans spilled right against BM’s tounge, they were kissing like they were starving for each other.

The sight almost made you cum on the spot. You whined around San’s cock, the vibrations making him shudder. His fingers tightened in your hair as he melted into the kiss.

San suddenly gasped for breath as BM pulled back. His lips were slick with saliva, His chest rose and fell in heavy pants as he hovered over San- eyes half-lidded. It was clear he wasn't gonna wait long before diving back in

“Fuck,” BM murmured, “You don't understand how long I've been waiting to do that shi-"

San was already leaking, his hips jerking up involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. He let out a breathless, shaky laugh looking up at BM. “Shit… that was so fucking hot,” he muttered, his head falling tilting back. His fingers twitched in your hair, hips jerking up involuntarily as you swallowed him deeper.

BM smirked, his thumb swiping over San’s spit-slick lips. “Yeah? Would’ve done it a hell of a lot sooner if I knew you were a fuckin' fag too.” His voice was low, teasing, but there was certainly a rough edge to it.

San's lips parted like he was about to fire something back, but BM didn’t give him the chance- he was already diving back in.

And just like that, San was caught between the both of you, Every mouth was busy with one another's- San’s cock filling your throat while BM devoured his mouth, both of them completely lost in each other.

You instantly started leaking another wave of pre-cum. The way BM spoke to San. Fuck. You half-wished it was you, while thinking you had half forgotten you were meant to be 'thanking' San and you'd just been hovering your head over his aching cock for quite a while.

BM barely notices at first, too lost in the messy heat of San’s mouth, but then he opens his eyes and sees you sitting there like a little fucking idiot staring at them like you’re waiting for permission or something.

He pulls away from sans lips and quickly shoves the hand that was originally on san's jaw into your hair overtaking where San had been lightly holding you. He grips your hair, fingers tight at the roots, yanking you forward. The force drives you straight down. You instinctually open your mouth right before San’s cock was slamming into your throat in one brutal motion.

San moans like a filthy fuckin whore, the sound so desperate that bm even let out a little "fuck-" BM was getting achingly hard but don't get it twisted, his focus was all on you now-

One thing about BM is that he certainly doesn’t let up. He keeps his grip tight in your hair, starts using your head like a fleshlight on San’s cock, dragging you up only to push you right back down. He watches with a big fucking cocky smile on his face as San’s face twists, his lips parting in helpless gasps, his hands shaking on the matress where they held him up.

“See, you just can't hold back,” BM murmurs again, clearly amused by sans reaction to your throat. “He’s made for this.”He forces you down again to really punctuate his point.

San is spilling broken moans and then... his fingers finally grip your skull replacing BM's. San's big hands are now guiding you into a slow, steady rhythm. “Fuck, just like that, baby. That mouth- goddamn.”

BM, still looming beside you two had developed an absolutely shit eating grin watching you struggle to take all of San’s length. “Cmon now, bet you could go deeper then that,” his hand pressing against the back of your head. your throat clenching around San’s tip.

San let out a sharp hiss, his thighs tensing beneath you. “Fuck, Matt- I”

“What? don’t like seeing him like this?” "Getting his throat stretched out on your cock?”

San groaned, head falling back, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep control. “Nah, I fucking love it,” he muttered, breathless, his abs flexing as you swallowed around him again.

BM leaned in, whispering into San's ear. “Then let’s see how much he can really take.”

BM’s grip tightened on the back of your head, forcing you down right into San's clean shaven crotch, stuffing your mouth full of his now throbbing cock.

The sudden stretch had you gagging, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but BM didn't give a fuck. He held you there, making you take it, making you feel every inch pulsing down your throat.

San cursed under his breath, his thighs trembling. His hands fisted in the sheets, his restraint barely hanging on. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “He’s gonna make me- fuck.”

BM laughed, “Yeah? You gonna cum for him already?” He grinned, pressing a kiss to San’s neck. “Go on then. Give him his reward.”

San didn’t need to be told twice. His hips snapped up, his breath stuttering as he finally let go, spilling wave after wave of hot sticky cum down your throat with loud filthy broken moans to boot. His fingers trembled in your hair, his whole body going tense as pleasure crashed through him.

You swallowed around him, throat working while being coated, taking and swallowing every drop off cum he gave you. When he finally eased you off, you gasped for breath, lips slick, eyes glassy.

BM looked down at you, his thumb swiping up the mess on your chin and pushing it back in you mouth. "Shiii baby- you did a good job"

PART 2/CONTINUATION COMING SOON

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fuumiku · 11 months ago

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It was Maid Day today yesterday a week ago so I got struck by inspiration to draw the worsties, and it ran away from me into a whole AU where they’re coworkers at a maid cafe. She’s a med student & this is just a part time job, and this is his depression job while he gets his life back together. He needs something he can be workaholic about to forget what it’s like having a personal life and personal issues. He’s actually the accountant, but the new hire janitor (Izutsumi) doesn’t show up for half her shifts and is a sloppy worker, so he gets the extra work of doing her job on top of his because he’s undervalued and overworked. Of course, janitors also have an uniform to keep the aesthetic cohesion as they go about cleaning the place, of course.

Senshi’s the part time cook you only see slivers off, he’s kind and warm when you do see him and have a chat but most shifts he’s in and out the kitchen without a trace. Laios and Falin are regulars because Falin and Marcille are besties & in the same med school, Laios accompanies Falin as she visits her friend at work and gets hooked on the food. Chilchuck has to remind Marcille to work instead of chatting with Falin for an hour, and next thing he knows she’s distracting him from work too. That’s it that’s the AU. Inspired by this idol AU fanart a bit <3

This was not meant to be birthday gift but well…… Happy bday Chil!!!

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#Dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #Chilchuck tims #marcille donato #spoilers #dunmeshi au #Maid cafe au #Marchil #Workwife marchil save me. Kabuholm in the background bc i said so lmao #i think people forget marci n chil are coworker worsties first and foremost. Ppl should capitalize on it more #The orange hair swag that makes him look like a marketable idol more #You can tell idk how to draw maid outfits. I hate those hats sm I will miku miku beam them out of existence #Marcille does change her hairstyle everyday btw #they don’t get back together btw she goes you haven’t talked to me in 4 years and he immediately goes YOU haven’t talked to ME in 4–#i mean ehem i’m sorry haha… while Marcille is like 4 years?! 4 years…#Mei only did it bc Fler has been getting jittery again kept sighing #I wanted to draw Chil with a car key at his belt but it wasn’t meant to be #idk if marchil ever gets together in this one it’s an eternal summer coworker with tension situationship au #romance is when you slowly deteriorate his work ethics so he starts skipping on his worktime to spend it at the front messing around w you #once he’s blessedly in the office and he hears this huge crash and the Marci just goes ‘…… Chiiiiiil?’ cue sigh and having to repair #the coffee machine. So many lil comics i couldn’t indulge myself to draw save me #shoutout to the time as a cashier in training at a convenience store I was left by my coworker who was supposed to wash the greasy chicken #oven but didn’t so I had to clean it for the first time myself while I was alone in the store and was also supposed to man the front #Shoutout to my convenience store’s accountant helping us with cashier duties often when there was less job to do ty ty #Understaffed struggles are so real #People also call Chil a manager because the boss is most often away so he just does everything #There’s no union but maybe one day he’ll get to overthrow the boss idk #The pay IS good at least #Modern au

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milkbreadtoast · 1 year ago

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idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

#orv #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #my art #oh yeah i didnt have ref for this fkdnfn was going off memory of the last (first) time i drew him #i cant do a serious attempt tho bc i havent read the novel so i dont have a clear image of him in my head yet...#(dont want to just copy the webtoon design hastily... if it matches my image thats fine but... idk yet)#my main opinion on the webtoon design is he's too hot/ikemen tho KFJDKDJ (this is what i thought since the beginning)#its like BONES mp100 anime reigen.... kdj is like manga reigen to me /j #but who knows maybe if i catch kdj brainrot i too will start drawing him like a kpop idol out of affection...🤷🏻‍♂️#like the webtoon artist prob draws kdj pretty bc they love him sm #just like how i draw jys pretty bc of my brainrot...#so who knows maybe that will happen to me too🤷🏻‍♂️ time will tell #my main opinion on webtoon yjh (no one asked): CUTE BUT WHERES THE T1TTY BEL- *voice muffled as i get dragged away*#(copied most of these tags from twit too lazy to retype the commentary)#EDIT: i call him reigen jokingly bc theyre abt the same age but #kdj is also mob core to me....#in that theyre both protags that dont look flashy and look more like extras/'mob charas'#yet r irrevocably unequivocably the protags of their respective stories #(just as everyone is the protag of your own life! sieze ur narrative! etcetc🖤)#also. both black haired bowlcut havers KJDJS #kdj is reigen coded (derogatory) and mob coded (POS)#hes also a 'con man like reigen..... yep hes def still reigen coded

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yeonbam · 5 months ago

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girl joke would've slayed in the acting/modelling industry if his father wasn't suffering from STEM superiority complex (which is why he thinks anything that's not becoming a doctor is a failure 💀)

remember when joke just freehanded at the modeling gig and gagged jack so hard

he invented joker to act out spontaneous and silly little roles every week as a treat and never got caught until he let himself be seen like... imagine if this psycho was given the training and environment for honing his skills in that sphere... he would end everyone.

#I've been thinking since day in one like #rare case of being born w diva skills #in every disguise and every heist he's slaying so hard on the looks #the entertainment industry was robbed once again this is like those idols who say they almost gave up and got a degree at school fr #except he never tried and went to jail #ik sm tried to streetcast him at some point #jack and joker u steal my heart #jack and joker

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conscbgb · 5 months ago

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I'd wish that a lot of k-pop fans could watch this video from Ian and try to understand a little more the hard life that the idols they appreciate and care for have to face

I really hope things are NOW different from what was going on when Christian was in his idol career life BUT I know that a lot of Kpop companies, even if in a subtle way, are still horrible towards the young talents they have in their hands...I actively follow only 2 groups from the kpop scene and I can see huge differences in the way their companies/staff managed the members of those 2 groups...

C-Clown (Christian ex idol group)

#christian yu #dpr ian #yu barom #kpop #kpop idols #nct 127 #sm entertainment #ateez #kq entertainment #kpop companies

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sweetestflow3rs · 5 months ago

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slip of the pc's mask

#. // ♡ 🌱 art #dol #degrees of lewdity #fanart #robin the orphan #vanida the idol #i keep forgetting to show how manipulative vani can be #my biggest liar girl #i love her fake ass sm

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johnjaennie · 3 months ago

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yuta gives mark a heart attack, makes him drop his microphone, and tickles his armpit in the span of 5 seconds at the SM Town concert 🐯🍒

vc to 94ws_ & mypxzzle 💚

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luvsubmen · 8 months ago

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Feminine Pearls

18+ MDNI

Pairing: stripper sub!wonbin x rich femdom!reader

Warning: stripper, adult themes, sexual themes, sub/dom dynamic, wonbin goes by he/him but likes being called feminine nicknames, wonbin is a feminine man, grinding, lap dance, pole dancing, femdom, body worship, oral (m receiving), teasing, choking, praising, orgasm denial, degrading, mommy kink, riding (f receiving), unprotected sex, (reader gets impregnated), dacryphilia, fluff (tender kisses, cuddles, showering together), buying a stripper off

Beware: NOT PROOFREAD

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(A/N)- Before we start I just wanted to say credit to @dollywons because of their beautiful dividers. I’m so happy to write again it’s been years, to let everyone know I used to write on wattpad but now I’m ready to use tumblr for writing.

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He dazzled across that stage, he always caught the eye of the audience he was performing for every night. But, tonight was different as this mysterious woman he has never seen before caught his eye. This woman was dressed in a sharp black blazer with her cleavage being a bit visible and some dangerously pumped heels. He thought to himself, ‘God she looks rich, I wonder what she does for a living. I can only hope she picks me for a private show.’ Little did he know that she was interested in him too.

The way they locked eyes with each other all night. Even when Wonbin was supposed to be entertaining guess on stage all he could do was take small glances at the woman. Once he was finally called off of stage and was told to look at his private request. He’s used to getting many from old men or regulars but he noticed a new name on the list and it had the word VIP next to it. ‘Could this be the woman from earlier?’ With that thought in mind Wonbin went to the private room he was requested to.

Once he got to the private room, he decided to shower and change the outfit he had on. Wanting to wow his new VIP he went with a sleeveless crop top that hugged his abs and put chained pearls across top. Wonbin paired the top with a white flowing short skirt that showed off his leg and only a flash of his ass. Looking himself in the heart mirror he applied a light pink lipgloss and contrast it with a bold eye look with a gentle pink blush. Applying a few rhinestones to his completed look. Almost being finished with his appearance he brushed his shoulder length black hair and pushes some pearls into his earlobes.

Wonbin smiled as he was in his full form ready for his guest to arrive. Sitting down on the lavish couch he waited for the woman. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” Wonbin said from across the room. With permission granted the woman came into the room. Strutting to the couch she sat next to Wonbin. “If you’re wondering I am the one that requested you. My name is Y/N but you may noticed I used a code name when requesting you.”

Wonbin gripping onto the hem of his skirt be a bit nervous as Y/N gave serious dominant energy from the way she was dressed and the way she looked. Drifting off a bit by looking at her, he couldn’t help but find the gold buttons and accessories she had on so cool. His thoughts were trailing off and they were simply saying, ‘Fuck me! Fuck me! Own me! Own me!’ “Earth to Wonbin, Hello?!” Y/N waved her hand in the feminine man’s face noticing how dissociated he was in his thoughts.

He shook his head for a second and apologized. “I’m sorry, can you please repeat what you said?” Y/N gave a gentle smile and puts her hand on his back to help him relax. Rubbing his back slowly she repeated what she said. “It’s okay if you don’t want to but I was asking can you perform one of your signature strip teases or lap dances for me.” With that being Wonbin got up from the couch and started to circle around the pole, holding sensual eye contact with Y/N. He felt the music in his veins as he got on the pole letting it spin.

Feeling wet from the eye contact and the way he looked underneath the lights, Y/N bit her lip watching how elegant his moves were. She sat up trying to collect herself but his glistening eyeshadow, his body, the pearls, and his gaze all gravitate her. She felt lifted watching the feminine man perform for her, she shifted in her seat feeling her pussy get more soaked by his beauty. Wonbin looked like a goddess and this very moment. Feeling the heat and tension too he decided to finish his performance by tease her with a lap dance. Seeing him walk over Y/N mumbled “Fuck.” Underneath her breath as he sat on her lap and grinds towards her abdomen.

Y/N placed her hands on his hips as he grinds slowly on her while holding that gaze. Her mind felt hazy as he felt the same desire getting bricked up but this was just his job. He felt different this time though as if this should be more. Letting out a quiet moan he continued to dive into the little pleasure. “It feels good..” Hearing how needy he sounded and how pretty his lips looked…Y/N went for it and kissed him hungrily while grinding upwards into his body. Wonbin gasped as he complied by kissing back and placing his hands on her shoulders. The makeout session was hot and steamy, being at each other’s mouth to see who will be in charge.

Obviously Y/N won the tongue war and laid him down gently on the couch. Carefully taking off the pretty pearls, lifting his crop top up she let her hands slowly roam his body. She tenderly kissed his nipples and down his body. “So beautiful.” She whispered while going back up to suck onto his nipple and pulling at the other. He whined softly at the feeling and his body rose in pleasure. Y/N couldn’t help but find his little sounds so cute that she sucked on his chest more, letting her warm tongue circle his nipple.

He closed his eyes, letting his voice and body be heard like never before. Wonbin wasn’t new to femdom, he knew how to obey a woman and be a good boy. But, he felt like she might be his forever dom. He knew it was crazy but he fell for it her at first sight. “Please own me..fuck me..buy me off I don’t want to work here anymore I want to only serve you.” He whispered as she got finished worshipping his top half. Y/N smirks at his request and slowly pulled his skirt off. Rubbing his thighs and knees. She wanted to make him suffer by not giving it to him right away.

She slipped her hand into the panties he had on and let his cock spring out. Smirking while putting her lips on his tip then gives it a kiss. “How pretty it is.” Y/N said while putting his cock fully in her mouth to suck gently, keeping eye contact with him as she sucked him off. His glossy lips quivered as he let out soft moans in a row. Wonbin getting more desperate he begged for more. “Mommy, please please please fuck me! I want you to own my body! Please I’ll do anything!” Being satisfied by his begs she sucked faster and teasingly moans on his cock for more pleasure. “MHMMM!” Wonbin was squirming around thrusting inside of her mouth like a needy puppy wanting more.

Y/N takes back control by pressing his body down in place and stops sucking him completely but grips his throbbing cock. “What the hell is wrong with you? You really think I’m going to let you cum after what you just done.” She snapped while squeezing her hand around his dick harder as punishment. He whined giving her puppy eyes trying to give hint he was sorry. “But, mommy I was almost close..” He whined louder watching his red tip throb begging with rage to release. Y/N rubbed his slit brutally not liking his answer at all. “But, mommy nothing don’t do that again without my permission. Did mommy say you can thrust in her mouth?” Having a hard time answering as all he could do was whimper and squirm at the intense pleasure he felt. His cock was glistening with precum rolling down his pulsating veins knowing he can cum any minute now. She was abusing the fuck out of his slit having her thumb pressed against it rubbing down on his head.

“Do I make myself clear?” She said in a commanding voice. With tears welled up in his eyes he responded. “Y-yes ma’am!” That’s when Y/N finally stopped abusing his tip but now he was left almost so close to cumming. As soon as her hand left his cock he thrusted in the air like a pathetic slut. She was amused by the sight and laughed while taking off her blazer and panties underneath. She held his cock and sinked down on it gently. Wonbin let out a deep breath as he was already dangerously close and knew he wouldn’t last long. But, he knew he had to hold it in like a good boy and couldn’t cum without permission. Y/N sighed as the way his cock filled her up perfectly with no problem. “Fuck, you feel so amazing inside baby.” She whispered suductively to him before starting to place her hands on his abs and starts riding at a slow pace.

“Aah~” He cried out letting a few tears out a bit in pain as he had to hold in the overbearing flow he felt with obviously intense pleasure. Y/N noticed and got even more aroused by just how he looked now. Mouth open, eyes closed with tears, and his eyebrows furrowing. Fuck she would let this man impregnate her pussy right now. He’s so fucking pretty underneath. She wiped his fallen tears off of his rosy cheeks and kissed him tenderly on the lips. She loved how he cried and looked like the perfect doll for her to own. Y/N continued the gentle pace of riding his dick while slightly slamming down on him. Wonbin’s moans and cries were muffled by the sweet kiss but he still was a mess.

Y/N loved him, she does want to own him. She wants to give him a better life because she’s able to. Stopping the long kiss with saliva attached between the two, they just knew they felt the same for each other. She started getting faster as she felt herself get near to an orgasm. Slamming and bouncing onto him as her wetness was sliding down his cock. “Almost close princess!” Y/N yelled rolling her eyes and moved his hands on her waist as she moved in a circular motion bouncing her ass on him. Wonbin let out the most slutty moans getting louder and louder knowing the others can hear them going at it like crazy.

Choking the beautiful man she felt lifted by how they were almost there reaching their high. “Fuck! Fuck! Babyboy about to-“ Before she could finish her sentence Wonbin couldn’t hold it in anymore cumming deeply inside of her, filling her womb to the brim screaming. Y/N followed after cumming a few times down his cock. With that she laid on his chest feeling warm and full. She knew know she would have to keep him now as he stuffed her with his cum. Wonbin was a little worried to see what she would say as he did cum without permission. “Mommy I-“ Cutting him off she replied, “It’s okay I was planning to buy you anyway. You don’t have to do this anymore all night. You can just live with me and be my little housewife. I’ll give you everything you want and need, let’s be a happy family.” She puts his hand on her stomach to rub it gently.

As emotional he is Wonbin cried as he couldn’t believe that he could finally leave this horrible nightlife. He only became a stripper to pay bills and rent. His family kicked him out as soon as he turned 18 not liking how he loved exploring his feminine side. “Thank you so much mommy. I can’t wait to become a family forever.” The two laid cuddling and talking all night until they both fell asleep in each other’s warmth. They stayed like this until the end of Wonbin’s shift that lasted until 5 AM. Getting in the shower the pair was cuddled up and washed up before going to the owner’s office. Y/N pulled 100k out of her purse and slammed it on the owner’s desk with a smirk before leaving with Wonbin.

“Have a good life kid. You don’t need me anymore.”

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rocketqueen1989x · 3 months ago

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The mother in me just wants to hold him and tell him he’s so loved 😕

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amen-to-tiddies · 1 month ago

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Can you do a bottom mingi or eric fic getting mindbreak due to overstimulation and marathon sex

Bet You'll Brake

Sub Bottom Mingi X Male Dom Top Reader

(2,900 Words) Reader Speaking = Blue Mingi Speaking = Orange List of the Fun Stuff: Smut (Slight build-up), Mutual Masturbation, Watching Porn Together, Size Kink, Unprotected Sex, Anal, Spit as Lube, Degradation (Mingi receiving), Praise, Power Play, Cocky and Experienced Reader, Supposedly Straight Bros to ???, Mingi Getting Ruined™, Dirty Talk, Subtle Teasing, Reluctant but Needy, Apparently first Time with a Guy (for Reader), Mingi’s Curiosity Backfiring, A Bit of a Bet, Mingi Being Loud, Mingi Gripping Onto the Reader for Dear Life.

The night had started out normal enough.

A few drinks, some half-assed movie playing in the background, the kind of mindless conversation that came easy after years of friendship with Mingi.

And then, somewhere between the second beer and the third, the conversation had shifted.

Sex.

More specifically, Mingi’s sex life.

Which, apparently, was something he took a lot of pride in.

"-I swear to god man, this dude was fuckin' gone," Mingi was saying, shaking his head with a lazy grin. He shifted against the couch, sprawling out more. "I had him so fucked out, he couldn’t even talk afterward."

You hummed, lifting your bottle to your lips. "Yeah?"

Mingi smirked, clearly expecting more of a reaction. "Yeah. Shaking, barely able to talk- just gone." He took another sip of his drink before adding, "Pretty sure he was still feeling it days later."

You exhaled a quiet chuckle. "Cute."

Mingi blinked. "What?"

You shrugged, setting your bottle down with a soft clink. "Just doesn’t sound that impressive."

Mingi scoffed. "Excuse me?"

You leaned back, draping an arm along the couch. "I mean, that’s all you got? Some guy whimpering in your sheets?"

Mingi narrowed his eyes, sitting up slightly. "Okay, hold on-"

"Not saying it’s bad," you continued smoothly, tilting your head. "Just saying, maybe you’re overhyping yourself a little."

Mingi let out a laugh, shaking his head. "No fucking way. You’re actually serious?"

You just held his gaze, letting the silence speak for you.

His tongue flicked over his lips. "Think you could outdo me or something?"

You let a smirk curl at the edge of your lips. "Wouldn’t be hard."

"Fuck off dude"

You exhaled, dragging your fingers along the rim of your bottle. "I dunno man. You act like it's some kinda special achievement achievement." You lifted your gaze, locking eyes with him.

"I just doubt you’ve ever had someone sobbing, shaking, trying to crawl away- only to be pulled right back and fucked even deeper until they couldn’t do anything but take it."

Mingi froze.

"You talk a lot of shit for a straight guy," Mingi murmured, leaning in slightly.

You met his gaze, unflinching. "You assume a lot of shit for someone who’s about to lose a bet."

Mingi grinned. "Oh, we’re making this a bet now?"

You shrugged. "Why not?"

Mingi chuckled, shaking his head. "You really think you could ruin me?"

You let a slow, deliberate smirk spread across your lips. "I know I could."

Mingi scoffed, reaching for his phone. "Alright asshole, if you’re such a pro-" he pulled out his phone

You arched a brow. "What are you doing?"

"Pulling up Grindr." He smirked. "Let’s get someone over here, see what you got."

You rolled your eyes, but the idea didn’t bother you. Mingi scrolled, swiping through profiles, tossing out comments here and there- half jokes, half genuine interest- until he found someone willing to come over.

"Twenty minutes," he announced, locking his phone. "You sure you’re ready for this?"

You just shrugged. "Hope he is."

Mingi let out a short laugh, shaking his head, but there was a look in his eyes.

Twenty minutes passed.

Then thirty.

Then forty-five.

Mingi groaned, unlocking his phone again. "This is some bullshit."

You stretched, letting out a lazy sigh. "Flaked?"

"Looks like." He tossed his phone onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. "Fucking hate when that happens."

"Welcome to dating apps," you muttered, reaching for the remote. "Guess we’ll have to find other ways to entertain ourselves."

Mingi exhaled, leaning back against the couch. "Might as well throw something on."

You nodded, flipping through options. Then, on a whim, you scrolled over to something that peaked your interest, something filthy.

Mingi let out a huff of laughter. "Seriously?"

You smirked. "What? You scared?"

"Please." He waved a hand. "Play whatever you want."

You hit play.

The scene on-screen was fuckin' hot.

The kind of porn that didn't beat around the bush. No slow build-up with shitty acting, no teasing, just a man already wrecked, face shoved into the mattress, his back arching more with every brutal thrust slamming into him. His voice was completely broken, high and desperate, the wet slap of skin-on-skin filling the room alongside his wrecked, sobbing moans.

"Too much for ya?" the deep voice behind the camera taunted, gripping his hips tighter. "Thought you could take it."

The man tried to answer, but all that came out was a choked whimper- his body trembling, his hands clawing at the sheets as he was pulled back onto every thrust.

Mingi exhaled sharply.

Not just a breath. A sound.

You shifted slightly, stretching your legs out, watching as he subtly did the same- spreading just a little wider, his free hand gripping his crotch

"C'mon, don't be shy" pushing your sweats low enough to free your cock, wrapping a slow, easy grip around yourself.

Mingi hesitated.

Just for a second.

Then he did the same.

Didn’t look at you. Didn’t say a word. Just pulled his pants down and wrapped his fingers around his cock, letting out a quiet groan as he gave himself a nice, slow stroke.

Mingi was starting to get tense, his free hand gripping his thigh, fingers flexing like he was still trying to keep some kind of composure.

You smirked. "You always get this worked up watching porn like this?"

"Man, fuck off."

You tilted your head, shifting slightly so you were angled more toward him. "You jerking off to the guy moaning or the one fucking him?"

Mingi’s breath stuttered, his stroke slowing for just a second. "Just shut the fuck up."

You smirked. "Nah, I’m curious. You get off on wrecking guys, right?" You nodded toward the screen, where the guy was getting absolutely demolished. "Or is it this.. Getting ruined"

Mingi swallowed hard, but didn’t answer.

Didn’t have to.

His hips twitched just slightly, his hand moving a little faster.

"Bet I could have you making those noises."

Mingi let out a sharp breath, his strokes getting a little rougher.

He didn’t want to admit how much he liked the idea.

You smirked, shifting even closer, just enough that your knee bumped against his.

"Bet I could ruin you."

You just reached over, gripping his wrist mid-stroke, stopping him in place.

Mingi tensed. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t pull away.

Mingi smirked. "Oh, so we’re really doing this?"

Before you could respond, he moved.

He yanked his wrist free, immediately lunging at you. His weight shoved into your side, one hand gripping your shoulder, the other pushing against your chest as he tried to force you onto your back. His thighs spread wide, locking around yours.

Mingi barely gave you a second to react before he lunged, shoving you back against the couch, swinging his leg over your lap to straddle you. His hands gripped your shoulders, pushing down hard, trying to hold you in place.

"You really think you can take me?"

You let him think he had control.

For about a second.

Then you snapped forward.

Your hands shot to his waist, gripping tight, and with one brutal yank, you twisted. Mingi’s smirk vanished as his balance broke, his body tipping sideways. He tried to brace himself, hands grabbing at your arms, but you were stronger.

Mingi grunted as his chest hit the cushions. Before he could get his bearings, you grabbed his wrist and wrenched it behind his back, using your weight to shove him down, his free arm pinned beneath him. He growled under his breath, muscles tensing, trying to buck you off. His back arched, his thighs flexed, and for a second, it almost seemed like he might fight his way free.

You weren’t having that.

You gripped the back of his neck and forced him down harder. His cheek mashed into the couch, his body stretched out beneath you, completely trapped.

Still, he struggled.

He tried to twist his hips, tried to push up onto his elbow- but it only made things worse for him. The more he moved, the more his cock ground against the fabric of the couch.

"You still wanna fight?" you muttered, tightening your grip on his wrist.

Mingi was still panting, still trying to keep up, when you grabbed his waistband and yanked his pants down.

"Wait-"

You shoved two fingers into your mouth, coating them messily with spit, then forced one deep into him without warning.

"F-fuck-"

You didn’t ease him into it.

You shoved in deeper, curling your finger with precision- nailing his prostate.

Mingi bucked, his thighs trembling as his breath punched out of him in a crazily-desperate sound. His cock throbbed against the couch, drooling onto the fabric.

"Not much fight left in you now, huh Mingi?"

He tried to snarl, to twist away, but the way his body clenched around your finger said everything.

"You talked so much shit," you murmured, adding another finger, "But look at you now- fuckin' melting the second I touch you like this."

His only response was a whiny moan.

Your fingers plunged deeper, curling just right, grinding into that spot.

"Fuck-" His thighs were twitching.

You finally had this cocky bastard right where you wanted him.

"What's wrong?" You mocked, pressing your fingers in just that much more rough.

Mingi whined again. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold himself together but every time you twisted your fingers inside him, he shuddered.

"Bet you never had someone fuck you like this," you murmured, adding another finger.

Mingi SOBBED. Something between a curse and a moan, his cock was leaving a mess on the couch as it grinded down.

"Holy shit mingi.. are you gonna cum like this?" You sneered, shoving in again, making his back arch. "Just from getting finger-fucked into the couch?"

Mingi choked out something unintelligible, his muscles going tight, his body twitching uncontrollably.

Then he broke.

A wrecked, gasping cry ripped out of him as he came, his cock throbbing helplessly against the couch, spurting hot and messy ropes of white sticky cum between his stomach and the cushions. His whole body tensed up and then melted, collapsing under you.

Mingi was still catching his breath, body twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, when you grabbed him and flipped him onto his back. He barely had time to react before you straddled his chest, your thick cock slapping against his lips, smearing precum over his lips.

"Look at you," you murmured, gripping his jaw with one hand. His lips were still parted, breath coming in short, panting gasps. "Already so fucked out, and I’ve barely even started."

Mingi swallowed hard, his dazed eyes flickering up to meet yours. He licked his lips instinctively, but didn’t protest. Didn’t pull away. If anything, he parted his lips a little wider, a silent invitation that made your cock throb.

"That’s right," you sneered, tapping the head of your cock against his lips a few times. "Gonna let me use that pretty mouth."

He whimpered but nodded, his fingers flexing against your thighs. You shoved your cock past his lips.

"Fuck, that’s it," you hissed, pushing in deeper, forcing him to take more. His throat clenched, and you felt the way he struggled to adjust, the way he tried to breathe through his nose as you filled him up. His hands slid up to grip your hips, nails digging in just slightly as you started to move.

You weren’t gentle.

Mingi had talked a big game earlier, but now? Now he was nothing more than a desperate, sloppy mess beneath you. His lips stretched wide around your cock, his throat spasming as you thrust in, holding his head still while you fucked his mouth.

"Shit, you’re actually good at this," you groaned, letting your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch. His throat vibrated around you as he moaned.

"Yeah... you fuckin' love this, huh?" You dragged your thumb over his spit-slicked lips, your cock resting heavy on his tongue.

You grabbed the back of his head and slammed your cock down his throat.

Mingi choked instantly and his throat clenched around you.

"Fuck mingi... yeah take that shit," you growled, shoving in deeper, forcing him to swallow every inch of your thick cock.

Mingi gagged, drool spilling down his chin as you pulled back- only to slam back in, fucking his throat with brutal thrusts. His nails clawed at your thighs.

You groaned, feeling the way his throat clenched around you, struggling to adjust. "Shit, you look good like this," you panted, tightening your grip in his hair.

Mingi whined around your cock

"Fuck-" Your hips bucked harder, the wet, obscene sound of his throat getting fucked was filling the room. Tears were welling in his eyes.

You felt it building- your balls tightening, your cock throbbing against the tight heat of his throat. He was so fucking perfect like this, gagging, choking, drooling all over himself as he let you fuck his face.

You groaned, shoving him down to the base, grinding deep as his throat spasmed around you. "Shit- gonna fucking cum-"

You ripped yourself from his mouth with a wet pop, shoving him back around down onto his stomach before you could fill that pretty mouth with cum. "You thought I was done?" you sneered, gripping his hips so tight he gasped. "You wanted to be a cock-hungry little slut, so you’re gonna take it for as long as I want you to."

You lined yourself up and shoved in with one brutal thrust.

Mingi cried out, his body jolting forward, hands scrambling at the armrest, trying to pull himself away. "F-Fuck, wait-!"

You grabbed his wrists, pinning them behind his back.

"Where the fuck you think you’re going?" you growled, yanking him back onto your cock every time he tried to squirm away. "You wanted this, remember?"

Mingi gasped, his body shaking as you pounded into him, hitting so deep he could barely breathe. His moans turned into desperate little whines.

"Your ass is sucking me in, you know that?" You leaned over, pressing your lips to his ear. "Your slutty little hole is begging for it."

Mingi let out a broken moan, his fingers curling into fists.

Then you reached down, wrapping a fist around his cock.

"Fuckkkkk-" you snarled, jerking him fast and rough, fucking him even harder.

Mingi sobbed, his whole body arching. His cock twitched in your grip, his walls clenching like a vice around your cock.

You started fucking the poor cock-drunk boy even faster, your hips snapping against his ass, balls slapping against him with every brutal thrust. "Gonna cum on my cock like a pathetic little bitch?"

Mingi choked on a moan, his body seizing up- and then he was cumming again, his walls clamping down so fucking tight around you.

You slammed in one last time, balls deep, your grip on Mingi’s hips was bruising.

"Fuck- take it," you growled, burying yourself to your crotch as your cock throbbed, your orgasm ripping through you like fire.

Mingi let out a broken moan, body trembling beneath you as you filled him up, every pulse of your cock realeasing another wave of cum, the feeling making his sore hole twitch around you.

"You feel that?" you panted, grinding in deep making sure every drop stayed inside him. "That’s all fucking yours."

Mingi whined, face still pressed against the couch, body exhausted and spasming, completely used up- you weren’t sure if he was even still aware of what was happening.

But you weren’t done.

Before he could even come down from his high, you grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his back, throwing his legs over your shoulders. His dazed, fucked-out eyes barely had time to register what was happening before you lined up and slammed back in.

“Fuck- n-no, wait-” Mingi’s voice broke into a sob, his body jerking, overwhelmed beyond belief as you started pounding into him again. “T-too much-”

“Shut the fuck up,” you growled, pinning his wrists above his head as you rutted into him like an animal. “You can take it.”

Your name tore from his lips, a desperate, ruined wail, his body arching as he gave in completely. Letting you use him, letting you fuck him through another orgasm he wasn’t even ready for. His cock throbbed again, untouched, his body quivering all over as his cock drew a blank.

Mingi was trembling- body wrecked, chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths. His arms were limp above his head, fingers twitching against the cushions like he couldn’t even summon the strength to move them. His cock was completely spent, covered in slick from his pre-cum, his hole was clenched weakly around you.

You let out a soft breath, brushing damp strands of hair from his face, your touch slow, almost tender. "Shit," you murmured, all sweet, like you actually cared. "You okay, baby?"

Mingi whimpered, his lashes fluttering, dazed eyes barely able to focus on you. He nodded, a weak, breathless little movement, his lips parting like he wanted to say something but couldn’t form the words.

You sighed, cupping his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his flushed, tear-streaked skin. "Did I go too hard?" Your voice was so innocently gentle, laced with concern. "I'm so sorry... I didn’t mean to ruin you like that Mingi. I just got carried away."

Mingi swallowed thickly, his fingers finally twitching against your wrist, like he was trying to reassure you- like he actually believed you were sorry.

You smiled down at him, soft and affectionate, brushing your lips over his forehead. "I should probably stop, huh?" Mingi let out a relieved noise.

But suddenly your grip tightens.

"Hah, fuck that."

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