#sub cix smut

[koqabear]

「 Camera Shy 」

♫: Automatic, Red Velvet // Movie Star, CIX // Color Me, JUNNY // Kitty Cat, KISS OF LIFE

“You’ve always tried to live an honest and responsible life; never spending money on anything ridiculous, scoffing at the things other people would be so willing to drop their paycheck on. But when life gets hard, you’re bound to give into your guilty pleasures, right?”

camboy!Beomgyu x fem!reader

Genre: f2l, smut, pw/minimal plot 

Word count: 14.4K (there’s like three different smut scenes here)

Warnings: gyu has a thing for glasses idk don’t question me, (mc wears glasses, not necessarily prescription), gyu is lowkey manipulative if u squint, slight possessiveness on his part? nothing toxic (i think), alcohol consumption, gyu has a tattoo.. 

smut warnings: gyu is a bit of a perv! mean dom!Beomgyu, sub!mc, masturbation (f&m), filmed sex, (consensual), dirty talk, degrading, use of toys (f&m rec.), exhibitionism, voyeurism technically, bit of a voice/hand kink? slight humiliation kink, mentions of safe words & subspace, mentions of squirting lmao, manhandling, spanking, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, marking, dry humping, handcuffing, biting, unprotected sex, dumbification, dacryphilia, creampie (lmk if i should add anything!)

Notes: lemme tell you. i wrote abt the tattoo before i stumbled upon that pic, when i tell you i was just ??? barely proof-read heehee. the thought of this au hit me like a that-so-raven vision, and I literally spent the whole day making sure I could finish this. enjoy bc i love camboy aus sm. (oh and pls, do me a favor and reblog— i have an ominous feeling about what’ll happen to this fic once i post it.)

Beomgyu has always found the idea of his work a bit ridiculous. 

Day by day, he’s a normal college student— he spends his early mornings in classes, taking all the morning slots everyone was always reluctant to enroll in before he went off to work; he was known as that cute server amongst the women that visited the restaurant he worked at, able to upsell and gain tips with ease as he quickly became a favorite amongst his coworkers.

He liked the attention— of course he did, he needed to in order to thrive in the field of his actual job, his hours at the restaurant nothing but a side hustle compared to the hundreds he could make of a single stream.

Those hundreds could always breach into the thousands— but those were on especially good days, like his annual Valentine’s Day stream he always held for his lonely, single viewers. 

Beomgyu was quite the sweet talker— he got the practice from his day-to-day shifts, watching girls his age and older fawn at his words and flutter their eyes playfully. It was clear they enjoyed the attention just as much as he did, a cute smile on his face as he faked a shy laugh whenever they would compliment him.

Your hair looks really nice today. You smell amazing. Do you work out? You have a really nice voice. 

He got that last compliment a lot.

“Do I?” he would purr, a sultry smile crawling on his face each time, like a practiced action as he would tilt his head teasingly— the reaction would be positive each time, without fail, and he would always end up with a collection of napkins with scrawled phone numbers every time he would clock out— his coworkers would poke fun at him every time they watched him dump them all out apathetically. 

You weren’t into that one person? Dude, the lady at table seven was so fucking hot.

Beomgyu never really paid mind to their teasing— he could care less for the men and women that tried to butter him up during his shifts, forced to act as though their shameless flirting didn’t make his stomach twist unpleasantly— instead, he would be forced to smile, laughing sheepishly before he would slip away with one last comment. 

“I’m flattered, really— but, I have someone I’m interested in.” 

That someone was you— the pretty girl that sat across from him during his ten am lecture, finding himself spacing out every time and staring off into your direction; though you never seemed to notice, much too caught up in taking notes as he watched the way your brows would furrow, biting at your lip and adjusting your glasses as you remained focused— whether those glasses were for reading, blue light, prescription, or even decoration, he didn’t care— all he cared about was how unnecessarily attractive you looked in them. 

He thought about you more than he liked to admit— it was frustrating at first, his thoughts starting as nothing more than puppy love to something worse— it was only after you piqued his interest that he began streaming more. 

This was both a good and bad thing; good because, well, he began to climb the ranks of popularity and earn more, but bad because he would find himself thinking of you. Each. And every. Time. 

“Wish I could fuck you,” he would sigh out, his comments going too fast for him to keep up with as his eyes fluttered shut; leaning back against his headboard, he shifts, making sure everything but his lips remain out of frame before he’s back to closing his eyes, “would you let me make you feel good? God, I’d do anything just to feel you, taste you…”

As far as his audience knows, he’s speaking to them— the comments grow wild and tips flood in, all asking him to stop being a tease as they watch the way he palms himself through his sweatpants; grabbing at his length, stroking it slowly as he lets his imagination run wild. 

He’s not wearing boxers; Beomgyu knows it drives his viewers mad, able to see as a wet spot begins to form on the light material, his tip leaking furiously as his other hand tugs the hem of his sweater over his chest— his vision is hazy as he reads the requests, laughing softly as he allows his fingers to trace along his chest absentmindedly— tracing over the muscle of his abdomen, circling his nipples slowly as he reads a comment under his breath.

Stop teasing and hurry up already !! >///<

The comment has him rolling his eyes— yet his usual tippers begin to request the same thing, and his hand is slowly tugging at the tied strings of his pants as he smiles, mocking and mean as he bites his lip. 

“Hurry up? You want to command me while you’re over here throwing money at me like a whore? All just to watch me fuck myself, dreaming that it could be you?”

The comments start speeding up; it’s all a blur to him, but the sound of money coming in is enough to tell him that his usual audience is active again.

“Pathetic,” he sighs, his voice deep and grumbly as he reads over the requests that come in with the money: yes, i wish it were me there… please, can we see your cock?

“Desperate little sluts,” Beomgyu hums, tugging his waistband down and allowing his cock to spring up; it smacks against his stomach, and though the people in his comments attempt to regain his attention with dirty words and useless requests, he knows it’s all because of you— guiltily, he finds his thoughts straying the moment his hand wraps around his cock. 

His streams have a certain formula to them; the more money, the better the show. Which is exactly why he ends up kneeling in front of the camera, fucking his cock into a clear flashlight as he listens to the sounds of tips coming in left and right— but his eyes remained shut, spilling enough filth to have his audience satisfied as he allows to let his imagination run wild. 

In every stream, he cums to the thought of you; he has to bite his lip to not moan out your name like a pathetic bitch in heat, flooding his fleshlight with cum and continuing to fuck into it until his next orgasm.

In every stream, he finds himself thinking the same thought at least once— do you watch his streams?

»»»

The concept of camboys is ridiculous to you.

Why in the world would you spend all your money and emotions on a single person, when you can just go on Twitter and find the next best account that has yet to be suspended? Well, it’s not as though you find the idea of sex work appalling, but you don’t think you’d ever feel good about yourself spending a hard-earned paycheck because you were horny. 

You’re not stupid; you know sex workers make bank, and you know that there are people in the world that love emptying out their bank accounts to such workers; whether it’s due to a kink or to feed into their parasocial relationship, you’re not sure. 

You find that a good session on Twitter and your fingers usually does the trick— maybe a toy or two, if you find yourself feeling that needy. 

Today’s session quickly becomes both disappointing and humbling; every account you try to look for has either been suspended or deleted, and every video you come across is something that’s not to your taste or something you’ve seen many, many times. 

You feel weak as you come across the same account again; guiltypleasures— and he’s damn right, because you’re unable to resist the urge to click on his icon, feeling your thighs rub together with impatience as you sit back in bed— scrolling through, you’re surprised to see that he’s posted another video— without a second thought, you’re watching it. 

“Fucking pathetic,” he sighs out, the familiar growled phrase making you gulp; you never found yourself to be too attracted to men who are extremely dominating and mean, but the man on your screen is somehow able to make it work as you find yourself getting wetter, “are you touching yourself right now? Don’t you wish I was there with you?”

And shit, you think you know why he’s able to make you come back to him every time, even if he’s posted nothing new and you’re forced to rewatch old videos most of the time; maybe it’s because of his hands, delicate and thin as they wrap around his favorite pocket pussy, or maybe it’s the way he slowly fucks into the said toy; stretching it out, his tip poking out and oozing enough cum that you can hear the wet squelching sounds that come from every thrust.

Or maybe, it’s his voice, deep and breathy and addicting as he mumbles out filthy things like it’s the only thing he knew how to do; his lips are red and swollen as he groans, hissing through his teeth as you watch the way his hands tighten around his toy. 

“Shit, I’d fuck you so good,” he sighs out, hips rutting into the toy in his hands as he laughs; his head tilts, and though you’re only able to see his lips, you know his eyes are teasing as he looks into the camera, “fuck you so that you’d never want anyone else but me.”

His thrusts are picking up— you didn’t even realize the moment you began touching yourself, embarrassing whimpers and breaths falling from your lips as you keep your eyes honed in on his motions; you’re close, so close, your ministration speeding up as you fight to keep your eyes open. 

“You’d be my good little cumdump, just for me to use— right?”

The video ends shortly after.

God damn it! your mind screams, the sudden cut-off catching you so off guard that you completely ruined your orgasm; you feel insanely embarrassed by how frustrated you feel, not realizing how short the clip he posted was until now. Clicking away, you feel as though your mood is ruined as you read the contents of his tweet. 

A small clip from the stream. Watch the rest here: https://…..

Shit. Of course he would be a camboy. How did you not realize this sooner?

Honestly, if you sounded like that, you would be one too— and frustratingly enough, the brief cutoff is a damn good marketing strategy, because after a moment of thought, you’re clicking on the link.

You could just rewatch the video— you could also just go rewatch his previous videos, or even use your imagination to help you finish— but the idea of doing so is much more unpleasant than usual. (And humiliating, because you’ve found with horror that you’ve begun to memorize how his previous, equally as short, clips go.)

Your resolve begins to weaken the moment you click on his page— because of course, everything costs money— It costs to see his previous streams, costs to message him, and costs to get a fucking membership. 

Who is paying for all this?!

You, apparently— because after some serious, slightly horny-impaired thought, you decide that getting a low-tier membership wouldn’t be too bad, right?

The cost is monthly (because of course it is, this website seems to want to charge you for just looking at his page) and you wince slightly as you watch your transaction go through. 

Once you see the notification of your purchase pop up on your phone, you feel dreadfully sobered. 

Because shit, being a low-tier subscriber only gets you a part of his most recent streams— about less than half of it, you notice— only able to get full access to streams prior to this month. It’s enough for now, but you can’t help but feel as though you’ve become the very thing you’ve despised as you lay back in your bed, staring at your ceiling for a moment before you’re sighing.

You’re still horny. 

»»»

You think you can get behind the whole camboy thing. One may say you’ve been swayed, and quite honestly, you don’t think you could dispel such claims at this point.

Because it’s been a few months, and you’ve managed to stay through the whole thing. You’re surprised that you’ve begun to keep his streaming times in mind as you go about your day, ending your study sessions early or wondering if you’ll get home from work in time to watch his streams. 

You always do. Maybe it’s a deity above making sure you get your money’s worth, or maybe it’s the fact that guiltypleasures is a human too, with a normal life and better shit to do than sit in front of a camera and jerk off all day. 

The idea of following in his footsteps has crossed your mind more often than you expected; anything would be better than being a hostess at this god-awful job you have, forced to sit through the way people take out their anger on you and proceed to flirt with the servers— one of those servers being Beomgyu.

You were able to realize how popular Beomgyu was after your second shift— it didn’t take a genius to figure out why as you were left to deal with the way women of your age and older (mostly older. So many older women.) would creep up to you shyly, putting up a front of innocence as they asked you is Beomgyu here today? Could we sit in his area, please?

Seeing him rack up tips after a busy shift is always enough to have you wondering if you should switch to being a server— but then you see the way the women are treated, your stomach flipping in disgust at the way men leer and comment at them— you’ve even seen Beomgyu get cursed at plenty of times as well, shivering at the jealous partners and the way they’ve been blacklisted for threatening him. 

Tonight is one of those nights. You’ve clocked out, shrugging on your jacket and gathering your belongings when you see Beomgyu storm in through the employee entrance; you don’t think you’ve ever seen him angry, but the sight has your eyes widening as you watch the way he frowns at his uniform, cursing angrily under his breath as he approaches the break table you stand by. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, low and breathy and mean as he continues complaining, berating the customer that had the audacity to throw their drink at him— but you, in your very depraved state, remain stuck on the way he sounds, his voice far too attractive for a person who is spouting out filth.

This feels familiar. 

“Hey, you okay?” you ask softly, feeling awkward as you mentally slap yourself for your train of thought; it seems as though Beomgyu hadn’t even realized you were there, his head snapping up as he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights— his mood is immediately shifting as he sends you a sweet smile, acting as though his clothes aren’t soaked as he waves you off causally. 

“Yeah. Just some ridiculous customers,” he says, laughing softly as he grabs at a pile of napkins on the table; you wince as you watch him scrub roughly at the stains, unable to stop yourself as you jump to his aide. 

“Here, you’ll only get the stains in deeper if you do that,” you say, taking the napkin from his hands as you begin to dab at his uniform without much thought; you’re much closer than you should be to someone you’ve never really talked to, but you don’t seem to realize it as Beomgyu practically forgets to breathe from your proximity. 

Shit, how did he find himself in this situation? He might as well go back out and thank the jealous, “tough guy” boyfriend that threw his drink at Beomgyu, because he feels as though every guilty fantasy is coming back to mind as he takes in your concentrated expression, your hand placed firmly on his chest for support as the other dabs at the stains in his uniform. 

You smell so good. Even though you’ve been in the restaurant just as long as him and have been around food this whole time, he’s still able to pick up on your scent with every shaky breath he takes. 

You’re wearing your glasses, too.

Beomgyu’s mind is wandering off to dangerous places; he knows he needs to get himself under control, because the danger of him popping a boner just from how close you are is a higher probability than he’d like to admit. It seems as though you’re snapping out of your trance the moment he clears his throat, your face growing hot and slightly horrified as you jump back; Beomgyu can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips at the sight, finding your embarrassment oddly endearing. 

“Sorry, got carried away,” you say, smiling shakily as you take in the way Beomgyu practically beams at you— always a sweet, nice guy, waving you off without a problem as he laughs softly.

“No, it seems to have helped,” he says, and you can’t help but notice how oddly charismatic he is even now, during this mundane interaction that has you stuttering over your words stupidly— but to be fair, how are you supposed to give him advice on how to get the stains out when he’s looking at you with the cutest god damn puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, his brown eyes round and sparkly as he listens intently to every word you say? 

“I wouldn’t have thought to do that,” he smiles, his cheeks puffing up cutely and oh, is it weird that you want to coo at how cute he is and pinch his cheeks…? 

Definitely weird, you decide, letting out a soft laugh as he tells you that he’ll try it as soon as he gets home. 

“Speaking of which, I’ll let you go; you probably don’t want to be here longer than necessary,” Beomgyu is so kind and considerate even as you tell him it’s fine and that you didn’t have any plans after work anyway. 

“I’ll let you get back to work,” you can’t help the soft laugh that escapes you as Beomgyu asks you to wish him luck, the smile he sports coy as you follow his command without any hesitation— you take this as your chance to leave before things get awkward, but a part of you itches to go back and talk to him more. 

Beomgyu’s good, you realize as you’re exiting the building, a bewildered laugh escaping you as you realize that he managed to charm you just from that short interaction. 

You get why he’s so popular. 

»»»

Any plans to go to bed early and rest are immediately thrown out the minute your phone buzzes beside you. 

You were just about to put your laptop away— just on the verge of falling asleep, until your eyes reluctantly drifted to read the words that take over your screen— it’s a Twitter notification, the username making your eyes widen as you’re scrambling to unlock your phone and read the rest. 

guiltypleasures

had a shitty shift today, let me take it out on you? https://…….

Oh. oh, oh lord… you can feel the exhaustion lifted off in an instant; suddenly, you’re wide awake, eyes widening as you quickly copy the link of his tweet into your browser— while your mind scolds you for trying to stay up and possibly ruining your sleep schedule, the other, much more sinister part of it tells you that you’re paying for a reason. 

The stream starts in five minutes. 

While you wait anxiously in your room, your hands swiftly going to your nightstand to take out some toys— your trusty vibrator and a dildo you recently bought, all because of him— Beomgyu paces around his setup, gathering his own toys and changing into something that the viewers might like; today's ensemble is a bit more bothersome than usual, but he knows how much his viewers like when he dresses up and role plays a bit with them. 

He was tired; today's shift took a toll on him, and he’d rather be fast asleep than putting on a stream— but after looking at today's earnings, he couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied with it all, deciding on impulse that he would put on a stream to make up for his lack of tips— instead, he’ll earn tips in another way. 

“Hey,” he starts quietly, sitting back in his seat as he takes a glance at his monitor, making sure his face is out of frame. The viewer count rises and comments flood in no time, all of them freaking out about how good he looks in the suit he wears; the all-black ensemble feels stifling to him, but he knows taking it off will be worth it in the end. 

Bad day today? Let us make you feel better :( 

His top tippers are all begging for his attention, desperate and needy as always as they beg for him to get started— but he feels a lot more sluggish than usual, his gloved hands caressing his thighs slowly as he reads the comments out loud. 

“Yeah, today’s shift wasn’t that great,” he speaks, his voice deep and sultry as he allows a moment to pass, reading all the comments that beg for him to use them, “I only thought about you though. Just wanted to see you.”

There he goes again— he’s no longer talking to his audience, but to you instead, closing his eyes and imagining a world where you’re in front of him, or even on the other side of this screen, one of the many faces that lusts over the way his cock begins to harden, the bulge becoming much more apparent as he lets his mind wander.

Unbeknownst to him, you are on the other side of your screen; a shy and flustered mess as you shift in your bed, watching the comments fly by as you wonder if you should join in— not that you could, anyway, your low-tier subscription excluding you from doing such things, as ridiculous as it is. 

You’re practically devouring the man on your screen with your eyes; taking in the way he’s dressed, his pretty hands covered with leather gloves as he runs them slowly over his black trousers; stopping as they run back to his hips, a hand beginning to palm at his bulge as he spreads his legs a little wider in his chair— today's setup is a bit different, along with his attitude as he seems to sweet talk the audience more than usual. 

“Seeing you is the only good part of my day,” he sighed, his free hand trailing up his chest before it stops at his tie— he’s tugging at it, loosening it and allowing it to hang around his neck as he continues, “Can’t stop thinking about how much I want you, how I’d fuck you until all you can remember is my name.”

The offer is tempting; you groan a little as you watch him begin to slide off his blazer, throwing it to the side before he’s unbuttoning his white shirt— he’s making quick work to become undressed, you notice, untucking the material and undoing his belt as the sounds of it jingling ring out in the room. 

Yet, no one knows his name— no one knows anything about him, except the tattoo that runs across his side as he slides off his shirt, the sharp, elegant lines running all along his ribs, trailing down to his hip bones and disappearing under his pants— the rest of him remaining a mystery as you’re left to lust over a nameless, faceless stranger. 

That’s probably where the appeal comes from; you’re able to imagine anything about him, from what his face looks like to what he may do when the cameras are off; you’re free to mold him into the perfect fantasy, using him and projecting onto him as you watch him slowly unzip his pants, a hand slipping under as he begins to jerk himself off teasingly, slow as always as he waits for the requests to come in— like clockwork, your eyes fall to the end of his tattoo, taking in the cute heart that rests by his hip bone, the ending of the elaborate piece that always has you wondering what it’d be like to see in person. 

“Hmm? You want more?” he says, tilting his head slightly as he smiles; it’s mocking as always, biting into his lip as he begins to roll his hips into his hand— making a show out of it, throwing his head back and letting out a breathy moan that has you shivering.

“How about you show me just how much you want it,” he sighs out, smiling evilly as tips begin to come in left and right as a response; you find the way he’s able to manipulate the audience impressive, always able to get them to blow their money on him without hesitation. 

He leans forward, towards the screen, and you’re able to admire his lips as he reads the comments, mouthing them as the lights cast a glow on his pretty, pouty mouth, his neck tempting and begging to be marked as you watch the way he displays it so teasingly. 

“Good girl,” he laughs softly, your eyes flickering to the comment section for a moment; his top tipper has spent an egregious amount on him yet again, and you listen to the way he softly begins to fulfill her request, the rest of the audience momentarily disappearing as he begins to speak to her. 

“Always such an obedient thing for me, hmm? Tell me, what do you want to see?” 

His manipulation is seamless as he watches another tip flood in; all from the same person, the amount doubled in order to get his attention past all the others that blow a measly twenty on him, nothing compared to the three hundred that is highlighted in gold, the comment momentarily pinned for the man to read it.

I want you to fuck your favorite fleshlight and use a vibrator while you think of me. Can you moan my name please? It’s—

Her comment has your eyes widening for a second; it’s bold and demanding, and the idea of requesting such a thing from the camboy in front of you is daunting as you read her request over and over— your face feels hot and you’re already taking off your sweatpants from how needy you are, wondering if the man on your screen will accept such a request.

The first two are nothing to him— in fact, it’s more on the tamer side as he already finds himself reaching for the aforementioned toys. 

The problem lies in the last request. 

He’s not one to moan names on a live stream; he usually saves it for personal requests he gets, the videos much more personal and calculated as he gets to take his time with them— so for his top tipper to request such a thing on his livestream is a bit more difficult; especially when he spends this time thinking of you. 

But then again, it’s three hundred dollars. 

“Okay then, is that what you want? Hmm?” he teases softly, purring out her name at the end as he watches the way she tips him again; it has him laughing in amusement, sitting back in his chair before he’s crossing his arms over his chest, singing out her name with a soft lilt as he watches the way she continues to pour money at him like it’s nothing. 

Soon enough, more requests come in; all with the same amount and request, hoping that they’ll be able to hear their names fall from his lips as he slowly begins to tug down his pants, raising his hips as he’s left in nothing but his underwear, the briefs straining painfully as his cock twitches, begging to be free. 

“One at a time,” he murmurs sweetly, patronizing as he mumbles that it’s her turn now, watching the way she seems to react with every purr of her name. 

The sudden trend of requests makes his stream slightly difficult; he’s always found himself to be a lot more into them when he’s mentally moaning out your name, lips ghosting over the syllables every time he’s coming undone. Instead, he’s forced to moan out the name of a stranger as he begins to palm himself slowly, even though his mind thinks back to you and the small interaction you had today. 

He feels his cock twitch at the mere thought. It’s painfully hard and won’t stop leaking as he takes it out, not needing to use any lubricant as he begins stroking it slowly, hips jumping at the feeling of the leather against his skin— and though his lips moan another’s name, his eyes remain closed, thinking about you. 

You and your meek personality, always letting guests take out their anger on you before they’re turning around and sucking up to Beomgyu— he’s always had to resist the urge to fuck them up as a response, knowing that you think no one else notices your sullied mood and your crestfallen gaze every time they seem to get away with it. 

He’s never free to comfort you. You’re both far too busy to be around each other for longer than a few minutes, and today was like a blessing as he caught you at just the right time— he would have stayed the rest of his shift back there talking to you, if only he hadn’t been playing the part of a sweet, considerate guy. 

He thinks back to how you felt against him. How, even though your actions were innocent and you were much more focused on taking out the stain of his uniform, he still felt the warmth of your hand against his chest, delicate and smaller than his as you leaned in close enough to allow himself to get a whiff of your sweet scent.

And those glasses. 

He never thought he would find himself hung up on such an item, but the way they make your eyes look big and sparkly is practically enough to make him cum on the spot. Instead, he grabs a hold of his newest fleshlight, soft and tight, just how he imagines you would be. 

It’s perverted, but as he slides his cock into the tight sleeve, groaning slightly at how he’s barely able to push through, he imagines that it’s you. His mind begins to wonder what it would be like if you were above him right now, your thighs encasing his and your pussy leaking onto his cock as he fucked into you without abandon. 

As he turns on his vibrator, running it along his balls and letting out pathetic moans, he imagines what it would be like to use it on you while he fucked you, imagining the way your tits would bounce and your eyes would squeeze shut as he made you cum until you were unable to hold yourself up. 

On the other side of the screen, you imagine the same thing. Your legs are shaking and you’re fighting to keep your eyes open as you follow the pace he’s set, pressing your vibrator firmly against your clit and letting out weak whimpers at the sensation. You try to ignore the way he calls out the same name over and over, wondering instead what it would be like to hear your name from his lips— the sound is ringing throughout your mind the moment you imagine it, burying your face into your pillow as you increase the intensity of your toy. 

“Let me fill you up, want you dripping with my cum,” he growls out, the sloppy sounds of his thrusts only spurring you on as your thighs close around your hand, hips grinding into your dildo as you sink your teeth into your lip ruthlessly— it’s almost enough to draw blood as you watch the way he cums into his toy, hips continuing to rut into the it even long after he’s come, a white ring forming at the base as he turns the vibrator off from the overstimulation. 

“_— Shit,” Beomgyu almost slipped up for a second, proceeding to moan out his requested name repeatedly as a distraction. 

And you know you’re imagining it, but you’re briefly coming undone after that, your pussy tightening against your dildo and your legs shaking as you run your vibrator along your clit, imagining that it’s him inside you, that he’s currently spilling his load in your cunt— your mind swearing that you almost heard your name slip from his lips for a second— and it isn’t until you recover from your orgasm, the sound of another name leaving his lips repeatedly making you come to, that you realize it was your brain playing trick on you to help you get off. 

But you weren’t imagining things. 

Beomgyu hopes his audience didn’t pick up on his small mistake, but he’s relieved to see that they’re none the wiser as they continue to request to hear their name next.

“Let’s see…” he says, and you’re barely able to keep your eyes open as you watch the way he leans towards the camera again, reading requests off the monitor as he grinds his hips into his toy absentmindedly throughout it.

He’s barely getting started.

In turn, so are you. 

»»»

Beomgyu is the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. 

After your brief conversation at the restaurant, you quickly found yourself talking to him more often. 

It turned into him sitting next to you during the one class you shared, your friendship growing stronger day by day as you got to know him better. 

He acts like a puppy; he’s so sweet and kind, his voice soft and endearing every time he spoke to you— and, like a stark contrast to the flirty and outgoing guy you saw during your shifts at the restaurant, he was very shy, ever the gentleman as he always treated you with nothing but kindness. 

“Good morning,” Beomgyu hums, sitting in the seat next to yours before he’s placing down a cup of coffee, “I got this for you. I already finished mine, but I thought you might like some too.”

Sweet gestures like these were common with him; despite your insistence that he really didn’t need to, he always did it anyway, ever the charming man as he sent you a cute smile that would have you unable to say no. 

“Hey, I heard you’re friends with Yeonjun?” you ask, reluctantly accepting the drink after he insisted that you didn’t need to feel bad; your lips are curving into a small smile as you take a drink, stomach flipping at the realization that it was your usual order— you’re surprised he was able to remember it after the first time you got coffee together. 

Beomgyu nods in confirmation. You’re a bit surprised by his answer, unable to see the two be friends due to their contrasting personalities. You can tell that he’s curious as to why you’re asking as he pouts slightly— a habit he always does when he’s confused— and you’re quick to swallow down your drink and give him context.

“He’s having a party this weekend. I was wondering if you’re going?” you say, and Beomgyu feels his stomach drop slightly; not because you were going— well, not entirely, at least— but because if you were going, you’d definitely end up seeing a different side of him. And after seeing how fond you are of his puppy-like behavior, he dreads seeing your reaction to a much more reckless side of him.

“I… think so,” he says sheepishly, wondering what kind of excuse he should make to not go— but he pauses, seeing the way you pout at him, grabbing his arm desperately as you lean into him as you plead.

“You should go— pleeeasee? Yeonjun’s parties are super over the top and he always invites hella people, I don’t wanna be there alone.” 

You have this man wrapped around your finger; with one look at your face, your gaze sweet and pleading as you cutely pout at him expectantly, he finds himself agreeing, unable to fight back a smile as he watches the way you cheer triumphantly, quieting down the moment the lecture starts. 

Beomgyu will definitely have to be careful this weekend— but seeing you will be worth it, even if he’s risking the chance of potentially changing the way you’ll view him forever. 

»»»

You have yet to see Beomgyu. 

The party started hours ago, yet you’ve only been present for a few as you’ve already both greeted and lost Yeonjun, forced to mingle with people you barely know as you all hang out in his backyard— because lord knows how packed and stuffy the place would’ve been if he held it inside. 

You currently find yourself playing cup pong, teaming with the girl in your communications class as you go against two strangers— Yunjin is much friendlier and outgoing when she’s drunk, cheering you on and yelling triumphantly with every ball you get in— you’ve barely had anything to drink as a result, and Yunjin is eager to fix that as she hands you a small shot cup; you’re hesitant at first, only accepting it after she explains that it isn’t strong at all, the soju mixed in with other things as she tells you you’ll barely feel it. 

It’s not that you’re a lightweight that would get drunk off one shot, but you’d rather not get shit-faced when you have yet to find Beomgyu; your eyes scan over the place once more after you take the shot, Yunjin’s cheers falling deaf onto your ears as you allow the team in front of you have their turn. 

“Drinking already?”

Beomgyu has snuck up on you successfully— you’re flinching in surprise as you feel his hand fall gently on the small of your back, leaning in close so he’s properly able to speak to you over the music. 

Beomgyu feels as though looking at you is a sin; he’s forcing himself to keep his eyes off you, listening to the way you ramble into his ear about how happy you are to see him, your head tilting back and exposing the column of your neck to him to get him to hear you. 

“You’re not wearing your glasses,” he comments, oddly hung up on it as he watches the way your smile only widens.

“Yeah, didn’t feel like it,” you say lightheartedly, leaning back against Beomgyu and finding comfort in the position that allows the two of you to speak over the booming music.

Unbeknownst to you, he takes this moment to drink in your appearance. The white, oversized button-up you wear is left completely open as it drapes over your figure, the light blue denim shorts entirely too tempting as they ride up your thighs, much too short to even cover you properly— but of course, that’s the look you were going for, leaving your bottoms unbuttoned and folded down as you allow your bikini to peek through— the color is flattering on your skin, and Beomgyu wonders if he’ll be strong enough to resist you, eyes flickering over to the pool that’s filled with plenty of people as a distraction. 

“You wanna go in?” you ask, and Beomgyu realizes you’ve followed his line of sight, shaking his head quickly in response. You laugh, turning around briefly as you listen to the sounds of Yunjin telling you that you have to drink— you freely down the shot in the plastic cup this time, much more at ease now that Beomgyu is around— and turn back to him, pulling at his shirt slightly as you take in his attire.

“Come on, you’re definitely dressed for the part!” 

And that much was true— though he realized halfway through his drive here that doing so would not be a good idea, especially if he wanted to keep up this cute, innocent act of his.

“It’s too full right now,” he says, his excuse valid as you study the pool for a moment— only to agree, turning back to the game as you tell Beomgyu to cheer for you with a cheeky smile. 

It doesn’t take much longer for you to get tipsy— all because you made the mistake of trusting Yunjin to play properly during her turn, missing entirely and proceeding to get the two of you obliterated after she went against one of the guys on the opposite team (Jake, he later told you.)— but you’re quick to make sure to bring Beomgyu down with you, handing him every other shot you get as you tell him he’s now on your team.

What you don’t seem to realize is that Beomgyu is not a lightweight— far from it, watching with amusement as you slowly begin to get tipsy, your mouth loosening and your personality becoming much more outgoing after losing the game to Jake and his friend— three times in a row. 

“Again?” you ask, laughing at the way Yunjin yells in agreement— Beomgyu has to tug on your shirt to get you away, telling you that it’s definitely not a good idea to go again, especially with someone as uncoordinated as Yunjin. 

“Why didn’t you play with me then?” you say, leaning against him as you smile up at him prettily; he’s leading you away from the table and towards the grass, over to where a small campfire is lit, plenty of chairs scattered about as the music becomes louder in this area. 

“You don’t like games?” you ask him, stumbling to a stop and tugging at his shirt to stop with you, just so he’s able to hear you better. Coyly, you smile, your eyes twinkling mischievously as you lean in to speak to him quietly, “Don’t you wanna play with me?” 

Your words are fairly innocent— but your delivery is not, and it has Beomgyu sputtering in surprise as he wonders how he should respond to such a random advance— though he doesn’t need to in the end, watching as you break character and laugh at your own antics, perking up immediately as you listen to the song that’s playing. 

“Oh, I love this song!” 

You’re dancing carelessly to the song without a second thought, pulling Beomgyu in and laughing at the way he seems reluctant to let loose; it’s probably the alcohol in your system that’s making you act like such an idiot, leaning against him and smiling at the way he seems adamant to avoid your gaze. 

“You know, I just realized that we’re matching!” you laugh, tugging at the collar of his white button-up before you’re glancing down; it’s tucked neatly into his denim shorts, and your smile is only growing wider as you look back up at him, “we look like a couple or something.”

Your words affect him much more than he’d like to admit— but he has no time to dwell on it, eyes looking past you and at Yeonjun, who walks straight toward the two of you with a grin stuck on his face. 

“Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were here?” Yeonjun yells, grabbing your attention as you’re turning to greet Yeonjun; you’re bubbly and seem to find everything funny as you giggle slightly, waving at him happily before you’re stepping away from Beomgyu. 

“I couldn’t find you,” Beomgyu mumbles, watching the way Yeonjun slings an arm around your shoulders casually— he feels oddly angered at the sight, unsure why it irritates him so much to see the two of you act so close. 

“Didn’t know you two were friends,” Yeonjun says, and he watches as you begin to ramble about your history with Beomgyu with a small smile— scanning your outfit, he frowns. 

“You haven’t gotten in the pool yet?” Yeonjun asks, raising a brow at your entirely dry figure; you shake your head, which only makes him tilt his head in confusion, “I thought you said that’s the only reason you were coming?”

“Well, I just haven’t gotten the chance to,” you say sheepishly, the shy smile on your face quickly turning to one of confusion the moment Yeonjun hugs you; he’s got you tight, and you’re stumbling along with him as you begin questioning what he’s doing, your eyes widening the moment you peek over his shoulder— you’re heading straight to the pool, the volume of your yells rising significantly as you begin to struggle against your friend, yelling at Beomgyu to come to your rescue. 

(It’s all for dramatic effect. Yeonjun laughs at the way you pretend to struggle against him, and he pretends he doesn’t hear your laugh of joy the moment he falls over the edge, letting go of you in time and forcing the two of you into the water.)

You’re pleasantly surprised to find that the water isn’t freezing; you personally thank Yeonjun’s heating system as you come up for air, wiping at your face and adjusting your hair as you begin to splash Yeonjun, insulting him for being such a bully. 

Your movements are immediately stopping the moment you spot Beomgyu at the edge— Yeonjun is quick to leave, sending you a small wink (the term “wink” used loosely) before he’s off to find his next target—he’s taken his shoes off and he looks more than ready to jump in, and you can’t help but laugh sweetly at his concern before you realize that you should probably take off your shoes as well.

“You okay?” He asks you, watching the way you cringe as you take off your shoes, tossing them over the edge and leaving them to dry as you swim to where he stands. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you smile, watching the way he seems hesitant to do anything— to get in or leave, you’re unsure. A second passes before an evil thought pops into your head, taking notice of your equally soaked clothes that remain stuck on your body.

“Oh. Hey, could you hold this?” you begin, shedding off your shirt before you’re bundling it into a ball, holding out the fabric for him— he crouches down, arm reaching out for your shirt— and you seize your moment, both hands grabbing onto him and tugging as hard as you can. 

And Beomgyu, in his unguarded state, falls in immediately. 

The laugh you let out is pure evil as you watch him fall in, flailing for a second before he’s coming up for air— and honestly, Beomgyu can’t even be mad, at least not when you’re laughing so hard, your face lit up as you take in the way his hair is completely flat on his head. 

“Sorry. Couldn’t help it,” you say, but you don’t look sorry at all as you swim over to your shirt that’s now sunk into the bottom of the pool. You’re diving down to get it, quick to throw it over the edge and by your shoes before you’re tugging off your shorts. You’re glancing back at Beomgyu, relieved to see he doesn’t look angry at all, when you spot something peculiar. 

“Woah, what’s that?” you ask, approaching Beomgyu eagerly as he’s quick to follow your gaze. His cheeks are on fire and his hands are quick to fly onto his ribs, turning away from your curious hands and even more curious gaze as he stutters out an excuse. 

“It’s nothing.” That’s probably one of the lamest things Beomgyu has ever said, and you’re not believing him for a second as your eyes widen at his sudden change in behavior. 

“Is it a tattoo?” you ask, trying to get a peek through the cracks of his fingers; but the water makes everything blurry, unable to get the details of it before you’re humming appreciatively. “Hmm. That’s cool— I didn’t know that was such a common spot to get tattooed.”

“Is it?” he asks, and suddenly, he doesn’t seem to want to hide it anymore. Your curious gaze and awed compliments have him smiling, raising a brow as he feels himself become more confident— the idea that you of all people would judge him seems ridiculous now.

“Who else do you know that has a tattoo here?” you’re late to process the question— only because your eyes are widening as he admits that it is a tattoo, the words flying out of your mouth before you can truly process if it’s a good idea. 

“I don’t know. I’ve just seen it online, I guess.” Of course, this could mean many things— but it means one thing to you, and you’re practically biting your tongue from the sheer terror that you inadvertently admitted to a guilty, secret pleasure of yours.

“Online?” he asks, and you try to not look suspicious as you choose to simply remain quiet and nod. 

“Yeah, like on Pinterest and stuff,” you add, hoping that it’s enough to prove your innocence (to yourself) as you watch Beomgyu nod along to your words. 

“Aren’t your clothes weighing you down?” you ask, eyeing the way he’s barely moved with a small smile, “or like, are you not wearing anything underneath?”

Most of the people here came with their swimsuits underneath— some just opted to strip to their underwear, which is why you didn’t feel alarmed to find people stripping their layers in order to jump into the pool. 

Though, now that you think about it, you feel a bit bad for forcing Beomgyu to get in without much of a warning. Your concerns are quickly soothed, however, when Beomgyu shakes his head, hands coming up to unbutton his shirt before he’s laughing softly at your words. 

“I was wearing my shorts underneath these,” he confesses, your eyes widening as you find yourself going silent— because wow, was Beomgyu always this ripped?

You feel odd as you watch him strip, sliding off his shirt as most of his torso remains underwater; he’s slowly making his way to where you stand by the edge, and you can feel your heart stopping as you take in the look in his eyes. 

Dark. Dangerous. Tempting. You think you’re imagining things as you look away, gulping heavily as you feel yourself sobering suddenly. He’s throwing his shirt in the direction that your pile of clothes lie, and you feel oddly embarrassed by the way you have to look away as he strips his bottoms off as well. 

You’re only glancing back in time to see him hover out of the pool for a second, his upper body coming out of the water as he takes a moment to lay out both your clothing properly. 

Holy shit. 

Was it common for people to have the same tattoo? It surely was, right? Those are the only things that are going through your mind as you observe Beomgyu’s tattoo, taking in the familiarity of each line as your eyes drift down to his v-line— your eyes spot the small, perfect heart that rests right at his pubic bone.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god oh god, you think, trying your best to not lose your shit and melt in a puddle of horror and embarrassment as you realize that Beomgyu has the exact tattoo as guiltypleasures.

It had to be a popular tattoo. Or maybe it was a reference to something, or a drawing a tattoo artist put out to let other people use— anything, it had to be anything else than the conclusion your mind was terrified of making, meeting Beomgyu’s gaze shyly as you realize that he’s caught you staring, hard.

“It’s pretty,” you breathe out, unsure you can trust your voice as you watch Beomgyu sink back into the pool, “Is it… a reference to something?”

Please say yes. Please say yes.

“Thanks,” he starts, leaving you on edge as he takes a moment to inspect his tattoo— running his fingertips over it, tracing over the delicate lines in a way that has you gripping onto the edge of the pool, “and no, it’s not. I designed it myself.”

You’re gonna pass out.

“Really?” you grit out, hoping he can’t pick up on the tension of your voice as you smile, albeit forced, “Like, it’s one of a kind?”

“Yup,” he grins, staring down at his tattoo with a proud look on his face, “One of a kind. My tattoo artist didn’t even post it, upon my request.”

You’re gonna cry. Maybe you’ll scream, or even sink into the pool and try to drown yourself. 

Because Choi Beomgyu, your closest friend for the past few months and the man you may or may have not been beginning to crush on, is guiltypleasures, the man you lust after every night and fucking pay to watch. 

You know they say that quiet guys are the freakiest, but this is too fucking much. 

“That’s so cool,” you say, sinking into the pool so the water is up to your mouth, hoping that you won’t blurt out any more stupidities as you stare off into the distance, attempting to let this new information settle in. 

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, and you hate how attentive Beomgyu has become— even more because everything is starting to click, his husky and deep voice a replica of your stupid camboy’s, your body reacting involuntarily to the sound of it as you simply nod softly. 

“Mhmm,” you hum out, coming out of the water a bit so you can speak, “I think those drinks from earlier fucked up my stomach— I should go home.”

“Oh,” Beomgyu says, and you feel awful for the way he’s become confused at your sudden shift in mood, “Are you sure you’ll be okay driving—?”

“I Ubered here,” you mumble, oddly embarrassed at your words, “cause I knew I’d probably drink a lot.” 

“Well then let me take you home,” he insists, ever the gentleman as you try to say that he shouldn’t, that he should just stay and enjoy the party. 

“It’s dangerous to call an Uber at this hour though,” he continues, his stupid fucking puppy eyes taking a toll on your resolve as you bite your lip, “Plus, I only really came to this party because of you.”

God, what the hell was this behavior?! This innocent, shy, and sweet Beomgyu was a complete one-eighty— scratch that— was an entirely different fucking person than the one that always talked down at you at night, spilling filth like it was in his nature and treating you like you were worthless.

It was a bit terrifying as you watched the way he remained entirely oblivious to the Earth-shattering realization, getting out of the pool and reaching out to help you out with a sweet smile. 

After a second, you take it. 

You feel so awkward as you gather your clothes; you’re jumpy and you’re sure Beomgyu has picked up on it as he eyes you from time to time, watching as you wring out your clothes as much as you can before you’re slipping on your shirt, your shorts left in your hand as you avoid Beomgyu’s eyes entirely. 

“I have a few blankets in my car— you should use those to keep yourself warm,” he says softly, looking back at you and frowning at the way you only nod with a tense smile. 

Was he wrong about you? Were you lying when you reacted positively to his tattoo? Beomgyu has no idea why something as simple as a tattoo would change the way you treat him entirely, but he’s determined to get to the bottom of this as you enter his car, entirely stiff as you wrap one of his aforementioned blankets around yourself. 

“Hey, did something happen tonight?” He asks you halfway through his drive, licking his lips nervously as he watches the way you jump in your seat, not expecting his question at all as you remain silent for a second.

“Uhm, no?” you say, though you seem unsure of your own answer as you wrap the blankets a little tighter around yourself, “I’m telling you, it was probably the drinks— I didn’t think my stomach would be so sensitive tonight.”

Your explanation is entirely plausible, but Beomgyu doesn’t believe it as he watches the way you remain tense, his car slowing to a stop as the two of you wait at the stoplight in an awkward silence. 

“You’re lying,” Beomgyu says, deciding that it’s better to just be bold instead of tiptoeing around the subject, “Is it because of my tattoo?”

Your lips press together. 

“It is,” he says, and he feels an unexpected wave of disappointment and anger wash over him, “did something that small put you off that much?”

“That’s not it,” you say, your heart pounding against your chest and your body heating up as you realize that you’ve upset him— and greatly, because you’re able to see the way his brows knit together and his hand tightens on the steering wheel as he begins to drive again. 

Did he think you were judging him? That you thought less of him because of such a small thing? 

“Then what is it?” he insists, and you’re mortified to see that you’re stuck in traffic, victim to Beomgyu’s sharp gaze that demands answers, “Cause you’ve been acting weird since I showed it to you.”

“I’ve seen it before,” you mutter quietly, sinking into your seat from the humiliation, “I recognized it. Your tattoo.”

Beomgyu pauses. Then he thinks of the many times he’s had his shirt ride up when he’s around you, from stretching to taking off his hoodie and having his undershirt get pulled up along with it.

“Okay?”

“Like. Online.”

That’s enough to leave him silent. Stupefied, even. One glance at you and your body language is enough to confirm that it’s exactly what he’s thinking, your posture so small that you look like you wish you could disappear. 

“You’ve—“ he swallows, wondering what else to say as traffic begins moving again, “like… Twitter—?”

“Your streams.” 

Fuck. Fuck, oh fuck, Beomgyu needs to get the fuck out of the car this instant, because his dick is already hardening and he can feel his brain short-circuiting at your words— you watch his streams. 

In your mind, you feel as though you’ve completely dug a hole for yourself— Beomgyu is probably horrified at your confession, but it’s not as though you knew it was him, or that you had any malicious intent, or that—!

All Beomgyu can think of is how he shouldn’t park the car in the middle of the road and fuck you stupid. 

“Did you watch them a lot?” he asks you, his voice eerily quiet and stable, and oh no he’s interrogating you right now, this is the end for you.

“Yeah,” you say, deciding to be completely transparent now that you’ve decided to tell the truth, “I’m sorry.” 

Is it possible to come untouched like this? Beomgyu might just find out, because the way your voice is so meek and shy and guilty has him biting down on his lip, his mind growing foggier and his foot pressing down on the gas pedal a little harder as he begins to weave through lanes. 

“You were a subscriber then,” he says calmly, and you feel as though he’s trying to humiliate you on purpose as you nod your head in admittance— unbeknownst to you, that’s exactly what he’s doing, enjoying the way he’s breaking you down from just a few questions with sick pleasure. 

“How much money did you spend on me then?” You’re finding his line of questioning a bit odd at this point, but you refuse to look up from your lap as you find yourself answering anyways. 

“I was just a low-tier subscriber…” you say, and it feels even more humiliating to admit that you cheaped out on him— what the hell was wrong with you?

“Low-tier? Not even a single tip?” he repeats, and you don’t seem to register the way he pouts at you until it’s far too late.

Stopping at a red light, he grabs your chin, turning your face roughly so you’re looking at him— and he’s back, the man behind the screen, except this time you can see the sheer pity that fills his gaze as he speaks to you as though you’re lower than him.

“How are you gonna make it up to me now?”

»»»

God. Fuck. Are you dreaming? You think you might pass out.

“I know, I know I said I wouldn’t stream tonight— shouldn’t you just be happy I’m here?”

Your stomach is twisted in knots and you feel small as you attempt to take in everything properly— Beomgyu’s setup, the same room you’ve seen countless times before— you’re able to see it all, from his large computer monitors, his filming camera, to his grandiose bed and the insane amount of toys he keeps on standby. 

You shift restlessly on your feet, entirely bare save for a shirt that Beomgyu let you borrow— another white button-up, the very same one that he loved to wear when he dressed up, now hanging from your figure as he allowed the two of you to freshen up the moment you got to his home. 

Nervously, you had left the shirt completely buttoned up; you watched from behind his camera as he continued to sweet talk his viewers, dressed comfortably in a sweater and sweats, his attire a complete contrast to your own. 

“You’re happy to see me? I don’t believe you,” he smiles, and you feel as though you’re back to being a faceless member of his stream as you press your thighs together, able to hear the way notifications pop up on his computer, all of them signifying a new tip. 

“You know, today’s a pretty special occasion actually,” he begins, pausing to see his comments and the reactions within them, “you’re curious? Do you wanna try something new with me?”

Yes. It’s the only thing he sees in his comments, and he lets out a soft laugh before he’s turning back to his camera.

Then, he’s looking past it.

“Come here, baby.”

You knew this was coming— you agreed to this, for crying out loud, but you still feel as though your legs are made of jello as you hesitate, biting your lip before your eyes are widening nervously, the safe word the two of you established beforehand running through your mind like a mantra you mustn’t forget. 

“Come on, you don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?” he asks, eyes flickering over to his screen, watching the way everyone seems to go haywire from his words, “See? They’re curious, they want to see you.”

You’re taking your first step towards the camera— then another, and another, until you’re walking past the setup, your back facing the camera as you make your way to where he sits at the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do as you remain frozen in front of him.

“What, are you nervous?” he asks, and he’s only able to let out a mean laugh the moment you’re nodding in response, unable to use your voice properly— that’ll change soon, he thinks, reaching for your hands and guiding them to his shoulders. 

“Don’t be,” he whispers, aiming for your thighs next as he’s tugging at them, pleased with the way you let him mold you to his desired position, your thighs on either side of his as you hover over him pathetically, “I know they’ll love you.”

Neither of your full faces can be seen— but the audience can definitely see the way he captures your lips in a harsh kiss, filled with nothing but pure need as he finally gets to feel you properly— you feel as though you’re about to run out air when he finally pulls away, laughing as he feels the way you buttoned every single button of the shirt he gave you. 

“Now why would you do that?” he whispers against your lips, and your fingers dig into his shoulders pathetically as you watch him rip it open— the viewers are going wild at the sight, tipping ridiculous amounts of money just so they can get Beomgyu to see their requests; curiously your eyes drift to his monitor.

You practically collapse at the things you read on the screen.

Finger her. Eat her out. Use a vibrator on her, tie her up, breed her until she can’t walk straight, use a dildo on her— 

The horror comes from the fact that Beomgyu is clearly considering doing all of it.

“What do you think baby?” he asks you, pressing his hand on the small of your back and forcing you to arch into him, your ass perking out and your cunt left to be entirely displayed as he trails his hand up your back, lifting your shirt along with it as he allows the viewers to get a good look at you.

“Anything that piques your interest?” he whispers, your head buried in his shoulder as you shake from the embarrassment of it all, “or…”

You jolt at the way his hand lands a sharp smack on your ass. He’s quick to soothe the area, smiling at the way he takes in the small whimper you let out, burying your face deeper into his shoulder and arching more in response. He lands another one, much more harsher than the last as his hand immediately drifts to your pussy, spreading you for the camera and watching the way you practically glisten under the light. 

“Should I decide how I get to use you for myself?”

He’s a bit surprised to find that you’re quick to nod at his second request, much too shy to even lift your head from where it rests as your fingers dig into his skin. 

He smiles, his eyes drifting back to the monitor as he begins reading over their requests. 

“Hmm, are you shy, princess?” he asks, fingers trailing along your slit, feeling the way your hole flutters at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside as you whine quietly, nodding at his words.

“But you’re so fucking wet, and we haven’t even done anything,” slowly, his fingers slip inside— you’re both moaning at the feeling, and Beomgyu thinks that he might just be the one to cum as he feels the way you stretch around his fingers. 

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, beginning to test out the waters by scissoring you— spreading you out for the camera, watching over your shoulder as your arousal practically leaks out; he gulps, unable to keep his eyes away from the sight as he sighs.

“Feels so soft and warm,” he mutters, placing a kiss on your temple before he’s reaching for something off-screen— the box of toys, you realize, forced to keep your face buried in his shoulder in an attempt to not show your face to his audience. 

“Just like I thought you would be,” he says, smiling against your skin as he murmurs the words into your ear— just for you to hear, not for the thousands of people who are currently watching the stream.

“Do you know what I thought about every time I went live?” he asks, sitting up and shifting so that you’re back in position, shaking your head softly as you feel his fingers begin to circle your entrance. 

“You.” the stretch you suddenly feel has you moaning pathetically, the first sound the viewers are able to hear as the comments begin to fly past— your legs are shaking at the feeling of him slowly pushing the silicone dildo into your pussy, thick and long as you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling tears prick at your eyes from how full you feel.

“I thought of you. Every time.” 

Beomgyu’s eyes are dark as his hand grabs at your ass, spreading your cheeks and showing off the way the dildo begins disappearing into your tight cunt, your arousal already beginning to drip down the toy with every slow thrust of his. 

“Wished you were there every time I would stream. I thought about fucking you the way I would fuck my toys,” his thrusts begin speeding up; you’re a moaning mess against him as you push your ass back, showcasing yourself perfectly and pushing up against the toy that he continues to ram into you— you’re jolting back into him with every thrust, your hands beginning to cramp with how hard you’re holding on to him.

“I would always moan your name too, did you ever notice?”

Your mind goes back to the time you thought you heard it— and, unexpectedly, you’re coming undone, reaching your peak as you respond with a pathetic yes…! The realization that it had all been real much more overwhelming than you thought. 

Beomgyu continues to fuck the toy into you even long after you’re done coming; you’re a whimpering, crying mess against him, the stimulation making your mind muddled as you quietly attempt to get him to stop. 

“Hmm? What do you want baby?” he asks, lips trailing down your neck and to your shoulders, where he begins to slip off your shirt so that you’re more exposed. He remains fully clothed as he begins sucking bruises into your skin, following one of his requests to mark up your pretty skin— his hair falls over his face, covering him momentarily as he begins drifting along your body carelessly.

It’s too much— yet, it’s not enough to have you using your safe word, and the fact makes Beomgyu smile as he bottoms out the toy inside you, grinding it into your pathetic pussy as he watches the way a ring of your cum begins to form around the base. 

“Come on, talk to me. We’re waiting,” you’re hesitant to speak— that much is clear, especially when you know how much traction this stream is currently getting, the sound of tips constant as you shake your head in defeat. 

“No? Okay then,” your shirt is being slipped off, leaving you naked as you wince slightly at the feeling of your garment being removed. Once again, Beomgyu is moving you around, and you’re facing the camera now as your legs are pried open by his own, the toy still stuffed inside you as you sit on Beomgyu’s lap— right on his hard cock, whining softly as you feel him begin to hold your hips down, grinding into you for some release. 

“Don’t wanna use your words? Don’t wanna say anything to me or the viewers?” he tries again, eyes narrowing at the way you remain disobedient and shake your head, laying back against him as you pant softly.

“You’re not gonna thank our viewers for wanting me to please you, you fucking whore?” his hands are swift, and before you realize what he’s doing, your hands are cuffed behind your back, the fuzzy feeling reminding you of the cuffs he uses on himself sometimes. 

“Fine. You wanna be ungrateful, stay quiet?” every sound that leaves your lips is unsure and soft, barely able to reach the microphone of the camera as Beomgyu scoffs at you. “Then stay fucking quiet. I don’t wanna hear a single word from you, understand?”

He doesn’t let you respond— of course he wouldn’t let you— but the way your mouth falls open suggests that you almost went against his command, the vibrator that he now pressed onto your clit making your legs shake with the sudden stimulation, threatening to close before Beomgyu’s own pried you back open swiftly. 

“Look at you. Like a bitch in heat, only thinking about yourself,” he growls, his other hand beginning to thrust the toy back into you at a harsh pace, listening to the sounds of your arousal and the toy smacking against your skin with a satisfied groan, “Do you have any idea how many people wish they were in your place, wish they could be getting fucked stupid instead of having to sit and watch as I do it to you?”

He pauses. Then, he turns up the intensity of the vibrator with a cruel laugh. 

“You would fucking know,” he seethes, taking in the way you writhe against him pathetically, biting at your lip to keep quiet as your hands struggle behind your back, “shit, can’t you hear how pathetic you sound? I bet you were a lot louder when you watched me, just another of my useless viewers that wish that I would fuck you— that I would even fucking acknowledge you.”

Everything that happens next is all a blur— your mind is foggy and you’re coming undone as you feel Beomgyu bite down on your neck, unable to hold back the pure keen of pleasure that rips through you, a string of unintelligible sounds flowing out of you desperately as you cream around the toy, feeling tears sting your eyes the moment Beomgyu decides to turn the intensity up again.

“Take it. I know you can,” he laughs purely because he knows that you have yet to use your safe word. It’s even worse because he’s right, the overstimulation fogging your mind and making you melt in his arms, still able to trust him even if your mind isn’t entirely there.

After a moment, the vibrator is turned off— you can hear him toss it to the side before he’s pulling the dildo out of your aching cunt, your body twitching at the sudden feeling before your cum is oozing out, dripping all over Beomgyu’s sweats and onto his sheets as he merely laughs at you. 

You’re being turned around again— you feel woozy as you cling to Beomgyu, barely capable of hovering over him as he simply looks up at you, his eyes holding that same, innocent puppy-like look that got you trapped in his clutches in the first place.

“I feel so stuffy,” he pouts, tilting his head up at you as you simply whine incoherently in response, “I know baby. Won’t you help me out?” 

It takes you a second to even register his request, your hands suddenly freed by him before you finally realize what he asked; your hands are slow and clumsy as you reach for the hem of his sweater, barely able to tug it up before he’s helping you out— your hands land on his shoulders once more for stability, your gaze falling on his chest and trailing down curiously. 

And there it is. The very tattoo that got you into this mess, though this time you’re free to gawk at it, not paying attention to the way Beomgyu realized he caught you staring until he’s grabbing your hand, placing it on his chest and trailing it down, allowing you to feel him up as he shudders slightly at the feeling.

Your fingers trace over the tattoo. All the way down, following every elaborate line until you’re stopped by the hem of his pants, hands immediately slipping under before you’re tugging them off, pulling off his boxers too as you feel him lift his hips, left just as bare as you before he smiles. 

You feel his cock poking at your entrance, painfully hard as he begins to rub it against your slit; teasing you with the tip, looking over your shoulder to see what his viewers may be saying. 

“What do you think?” He asks, pushing his tip into your cunt before he’s pulling back out. The action has you whining hopelessly, and Beomgyu has to take a second to recollect his resolve, pausing all movements in order to not come then and there.

“Should I fuck her? Does she deserve it?” He asks, looking over at you, cooing softly at the way your eyes remain glassy and fucked out, “Don’t cry. You don’t deserve to cry, not when you’ve been so ungrateful to our viewers.”

A tip catches his attention, and he’s briefly scanning over the amount and request before he’s biting back a smile.

“See? Even though you haven’t said a word to them, they still want to see me fuck you,” he says, taking your hands off his shoulders and leaving you to wobble momentarily as he places your cuffs back on. 

“Aren’t they the sweetest?”

You’re barely able to process what’s going on— all you know is that your position changes within seconds, and your face is buried into the mattress while your ass is up in the air, your legs shaky as you’re barely able to hold yourself up; luckily for you, Beomgyu is there to help, hands grabbing onto your hips before he’s making you lean back. 

His cock is poking at your entrance, and he’s already able to feel the way your cunt tries to suck him in as he passes his tip along your entrance, left entranced with the way you look under him, a complete, ruined mess as you quietly whine out to him, your voice muffled from where your face remained in his sheets.

It’s cute, really, the way you’re able to focus so hard on keeping your face hidden— if you lifted your head now, every single viewer on his screen would be able to drink up your expression as he fucked you— the thought irritates Beomgyu.

He’ll just have to make sure to fuck you until you’re too weak to move. 

“God, you’re such a brat,” he groans out, entering you slowly and feeling the way you clamp onto him dangerously; even with how wet you are, he finds it difficult to fuck you, gritting his teeth and taking a moment where he merely concentrates on not coming inside you then and there. 

“Stop fucking squeezing like that— ah— shit—,” it seems as though your pussy has him going stupid, unable to form a coherent sentence as he slowly pulls out— the whine you let out is long and lethal, so desperate and carnal that Beomgyu finds himself losing control; tightening his hold on your hips, he begins to fuck into you without a care.

“Such a good little pussy,” he grits out, watching the way your ass bounces against him with every thrust, “fuck, wish you’d let me fuck you sooner— would’ve made you mine, wouldn’t be able to get enough of you— god, fuck—!” 

The way you tighten at his words is dangerous. He’s cursing and talking down like he always does, but this time, it’s just for you. The very thought is enough to have you clenching around him again, mouth agape and drooling against his sheets as your sounds get louder. 

Another tip rings through— the same person from before, repeating the only part of their previous request that Beomgyu has yet to fulfill. 

Won’t she say thank you?

The words have him stuttering out a laugh, unable to help the way he moans in between. His thrusts slow, and he’s bottoming out inside you before his motions are nothing but a slow grind, rutting his hips into your aching pussy while he reaches for something off-screen. 

Your whines and soft complaints at the sudden change of pace are brief— because soon after a familiar buzzing sound is filling your ears, and before you can react, the same vibrator form before is pressed against your clit on the highest setting. 

“Gyuuuuu…!” you whine out, long and desperate and incoherent as Beomgyu grabs at your cuffs, using them as leverage to make you slam back into him. His thrusts are brutal and the sound of skin against skin is enough rivalry to the buzzing of the toy as he begins to use the last of his energy to fuck you to your orgasm, watching as the chat buzzes with excitement from your sudden word.

What? What’d she say?? Was that his name? omg?!

“Do you think you deserve to come?” he sneers, his voice gruff as you shake your head, knowing damn well that you haven’t been perfectly compliant to him like he wanted you to be, especially now that you may have just slipped up and let out a personal fact about him.

“Exactly,” he continues, his thrusts toning down in speed, but not intensity— he pulls out to the tip with every thrust, only to slam back into you and have you jolt forward from the harshness of his pace; the vibrator that was once relentless on your clit is now hovering mere centimeters from you, taunting you as all stimulation becomes insignificant to what it was before.

“Maybe, if you’re good for me, I’ll let you come,” he begins, watching the way you can only nod eagerly against the sheets, your hands struggling against your cuffs— he’s holding your hand at the sight, fingers interlocking as he watches you grip onto his hand with both of yours tightly.

“Will you be good for me? Are you gonna listen to whatever the fuck I ask you to do?” he says, his voice hardening at the end as he looks at you expectantly— a second passes before you’re nodding again. 

“My viewers have been so patient with you. The only reason you got all this was because they wanted it— if it were up to me, I would’ve dumped my load in you already and left.” 

That’s a lie— the biggest fucking lie Beomgyu has ever told, knowing damn well that he would’ve done all this and more to you any day, entirely unprovoked. But he knows his viewers love it, and so do you, because your cunt squeezes him so tightly he’s afraid he might just come early. 

“Aren’t you grateful they loved you so much? Hmm?” you’re barely registering his words anymore. But you’re nodding nonetheless, your thighs beginning to shake from the sheer pleasure of feeling Beomgyu rut into your cunt throughout all this. 

“Tell them thank you,” he says sweetly, not giving you enough time to speak before he’s back to fucking you wildly; his pace picking up, aiming for that specific spot that leaves you dumb and drooly as he places the vibrator back on your clit— any chances of sounding sane are thrown out the window as he begins tugging on your cuffs, bouncing you back against him as the wet sounds of his thrusts ring out through the room. 

“Did you hear me—?” he asks, landing a smack to your ass before he’s soothing the area, slowing down so he can smack you again, “I said say thank you. Do you think you’re above us, pretty?”

Your first attempt to speak is a garbled mess.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that. Or— do you just wanna be a cute little cumdump for me—? Ah, let me use you every time I stream… don’t need any fucking toys when I have my pretty doll for me— right—?” His own sentences are becoming more incoherent the longer he fucks you, addicted to the way your pussy practically sucks him in deeper in response. 

“Try again,” he growls, feeling his own orgasm approaching slowly, “show me you’re not a— shit, a fucking brat, and maybe I’ll let you… ugh, let you come.”

Beomgyu swore he got rid of his habit of rambling like this long ago. But, you seem to be able to bring it out of him, his calm and collected speeches crumbling like paper in his mind as he takes in the way both your arousals are smeared over skin and dripping down your thighs, forming a ring around Beomgyu’s cock as he feels his resolve beginning to crumble— he begins to fuck you carelessly, not able to think about anything else but reaching his high as he waits for your response.

“Mmh—! ugh… fuck…” your voice is increasing in volume, the shy person from before long gone as you begin to chase your orgasm, much too afraid to lose it as you try to form a single, coherent thought.

“Thank…. thank you…” you whine out, but it’s all too slurred and quiet and pathetic to Beomgyu as he growls out a sharp what? His hand pressing down on the small of your back as he glues your hands to your skin, forced to take the way he fucks you as you moan out uncontrollably.

“Thank you..! Thank you thank you, oh, fuck—!” holy shit, you’re full on crying right now, reduced to nothing but a mess of moans and tears as you ramble on repeatedly, only able to remember those limited words as you feel Beomgyu come inside you— warm and deep, stilling for just a moment before he’s back to fucking you, his own moans becoming much more needy at the feeling of overstimulation. 

“Thank you thank you thank youuuu, fuck, fuck fuck mmh—!”  you feel stupid. You’ve definitely been fucked stupid, moaning out those stupid thank you’s like a prayer as you feel yourself slumping completely, a boneless, gooey mess as you rely on Beomgyu to hold you up.

He continues to fuck into you slowly, even after you’ve gone entirely still; he thinks you might’ve passed out, but it’s only for a minute before he sees you shifting again, burying your head into the mattress as he hears the distant sound of you sniffling. 

Beomgyu feels concerned for a second, ready to check up on you and end the stream before you’re grabbing his hand again; then you’re clenching around him, mumbling his name so sweetly while you try to press yourself against him.

You’re straight up gone, he realizes, stilling for a moment and waiting for you to use your safe word— but you don’t, and he sees you peeking subtly at his monitor before you’re burying your face back into his sheets.

“You got a new tip.”

The words are barely audible to him, but he’s quick to glance at it upon your request; he almost chokes as he sees the five-hundred dollars that have been sent to him, his eyes reading over the request a few times before he’s looking back at you.

Could you try to make her squirt ?

“It’s five hundred dollars,” you mutter, and all Beomgyu can do is let out a bewildered laugh, leaning down to place a kiss on your shoulder before he’s whispering in your ear if you’re okay to continue— the small nod you give him is enough to have his cock hardening inside you. 

Fuck, he’s gonna give you the aftercare of the century after this. 

[foenixs]

Curious Puppies

note: corruption kink go brrr with this scenario

word count: 954

includes- sub!Yonghee x sub!Hyunsuk, corruption kink (but like, they're both innocent and don't know how naughty they are being rn), handjob, blowjob, size kink

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this fuckn made me feel dizzy af

Yonghee had always been a curious puppy, hugging the members excitedly and craving physical contact at any given moment, but today he was particularly touchy towards Hyunsuk.

They were alone at the dorms, playing uno on the floor and every time Yonghee made the younger boy pick up four cards he would slap his hand onto Hyunsuk’s thigh in laughter.

“UNO UNO”, Yonghee exclaims excitedly, tackling Hyunsuk to the ground in what was supposed to be both a victorious hug and a comforting apology.

But as he sits back up to look at unlucky man, he notices a tent in Hyunsuk’s crotch that hadn’t been there before. Unable to hold back his curious finger he pokes the bulge and Hyunsuk shivers, a slight whimper escaping him.

“I’m so sorry”, Yonghee apologizes instantly, leaning down to blow onto Hyunsuk’s bulge as if to cure a wound. The hot breath that lightly fans against his crotch has the younger boy shivering, though he wasn’t quite sure what of.

The older boy’s stare lingers on, focused on the way the tent grew slightly with every blow. Looking up at Hyunsuk, who was biting his lip in anticipation, Yonghee asks if he can unbutton the younger boy’s pants and Hyunsuk nods in consent.

As Yonghee gently tucks the sweatpants down his bandmate’s thighs, Hyunsuk’s hard cock springs free. The seated boy blinks rapidly, admiring the way the other boy’s member twitched just like his own would when he silently touched himself at night.

He lets his thumb graze the underside of Hyunsuk’s cock, tracing the throbbing veins and he holds one of the younger boy’s legs still as it begins to shiver.

“Does that feel good?”

There is nothing but wonder and curiosity in Yonghee’s eyes as he starts to apply pressure to Hyunsuk’s tip, adapting his motions in search for the sweet whimpers that he wanted to hear again.

He flips his cock from left to right, using one finger to stroke up and down, then two. If someone were to walk in on them at this very moment, they would probably deem the two boys crazy bored. But Yonghee speeds up, finding a rhythm that has Hyunsuk moaning and begging for more and he feels proud of himself for solving this strange puzzle.

A white pearl springs from the tip of the younger boy’s cock, dripping down his slit slowly, as if to edge Yonghee on. The sight has the older boy licking his lips, leaning down to chase the pearl as if he was longing for the forbidden fruit. As soon as his tongue finds the taste, Yonghee scrunches his face, rubbing his wet digit off against Hyunsuk’s thigh.

“Ewww”, he pronounces, laughing at himself, but the younger boy just lies there with his back bent and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"Did that feel good?", Yonghee questions with a head tilt when he finds his calm again. He tries to test his theory by leaving a kitten lick up the side of Hyunsuk’s cock and indeed, the younger boy moans louder than ever.

“Again, please, that feels so good!”

Though he despised the taste of the white liquid, Yonghee wanted to be a good hyung and take care of his younger bandmate, so he gathers all his pride to leave quick little licks along the hard muscle.

Hyunsuk’s nails dig into the working boy’s shoulders as he was panting and drooling over himself, growing more desperate with each lick.

“Please take it in your mouth- ahh”, he scrunches up his nose, his chest heaving heavily as he tries his best to control his shaking body.

“Bu- but it’s so big...”, Yonghee holds up Hyunsuk’s cock by the shaft, looking at it with big eyes as he tries to imagine what it would feel like in his mouth. He gulps down a nervous whimper, dropping his jaw as far as he could before he engulfs the tip of the younger boy’s length in his wet hole.

Yonghee stays still, overwhelmed by the heavy feeling of the maknae’s cock on his tongue. He slurps up the spit that threatens to run down the precious length and the sucking motion has Hyunsuk’s hand land in the older boy’s hair, pushing him further onto his dick.

Yonghee chokes out, too full to function, but the gag reflex brings him to his senses, and he grabs onto Hyunsuk’s wrist to stop his guiding motions. Bobbing his head up, he halts before the younger boy’s cock can plop out of his mouth, skinning down again as he breathes out through his nose.

Working his head in a slow motion, Yonghee tightens his grip around the squirming boy’s shaft, watching Hyunsuk arch his back through hooded eyes. The younger boy wipes the sweat of his forehead, moaning out for his bandmate to go faster when his cock hits the back of his throat.

He curls his toes against the floor, grinding his teeth, his wrist shaking in Yonghee’s hold as his stomach tenses and relaxes. Hyunsuk’s eyes begin to water as an overwhelming feeling of pressure rains down on him and he jolts his hips upwards as he cums down Yonghee’s throat.

The older boy tries to lap up Hyunsuk’s juices like an obedient puppy, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as he gulps down his salty reward.

He sits back up to catch his breath and Hyunsuk’s shiny cock rests against his stomach.

Their hungry stares had yet to be satisfied as they fall upon Yonghee’s crotch, his longing dick twitching in its restraints. The older boy smiles nervously as Hyunsuk flips him on to his back, spreading his legs to await the return of the favour.

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taglist: @edolieeh , @sub-hoshi-enthusiast , @seungsiksprotector , @subbyboyhaven

[yoongiboongipoongi]

currently thinking…

poly relationship with a soft golden retriever boyfriend thats a hard dom and a stern stoic kind of boyfriend thats a soft dom 😥😥

and PLEASE let me know who you think would fit these roles!!!

so the golden retriever boyfriend wears oversized sweatshirts and cute beanies. i would describe his style as the typical trendy boy fits w like the sweatshirt and dickies pants.

he smiles a lot and surprises you with little gifts. and ooooooo lawd he’s big on physical touch. he always needs to hold your hand or give you a backhug with his head laying on ur shoulder. his personality contrasts his tall and big stature. he likes taking you on picnics or staying at home to watch movies and eat pizza. he’s not the best at cooking, because his clumsiness messes him up every time. but he is good at other things like playing and caring for children, and ARTT!! i totally imagine golden retriever bfs as artists.

anyways nsfw, his usual personality is completely different from his bed personality 😈😈 rather than slow and romantic, he prefers fast and rough. his thrusts are deep and rapid, while he chokes you in missionary. typically he isn’t one to curse a lot, but his bad mouth runs on and on during sex

“you’re mine, you fucking slut..” he whispers in your ear as he pulls your hair, staring at your reflection in the mirror as he fucks you in doggy.

and dont even get me started on angry sex LAWDDDD just imagine yall at a party, and he sees you laughing and dancing with a man he knows is clearly interested in you. he walks up to you to, showing off his pretty smile, greeting a few familiar people on the way. he kindly greets your friend before gently holding your hand and bringing you to the restroom, and his WHOLE demeanor changes. he pins you up against the wall , intimidatingly staring down at you.

“what the fuck was that, huh?” he roughly slaps your ass. he demands you to strip and you immediately do so. he fucks you until you can’t even remember where you’re at. mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick stained, clothes ruined.

then when you two walk out he’s all like “😇😇 hi everyone how yall doin”

now for emo boyfriend 😄😄😄😄

he wears black of course, kind of like jungkook style with the combat boots. he has some kind of piercing, maybe a lip piercing and an eyebrow piercing…or a nipple piercing 😛😛😛😛 and lawd dont even get me started on the tattoos… im imagining a tattoo sleeve on his arm, some on his titties lol, collarbone, back, vline(!!!), wherever tbh.

his idea of dates are usually him spoiling you. make it sugar daddy��� but emo 🤪 rather than the “hey this reminds me of you” type of gifts, he just spoils you with anything that you look at for more than 5 seconds.

but that doesn’t mean he isn’t thoughtful. DEFINITELY not. in fact, he knows the smallest details about you. he knows that you don’t like wearing sneakers with dresses, he knows you prefer red apples instead of green apples, he knows that you dislike having dark colors on your nails, he knows everything.

he definitely cooks well. cause sexy men cook well. hes not that outgoing, he doesn’t talk a lot, but you know that he still loves you so much. he has the cutest smile and laugh. basically the embodiment of a tsundere.

nsfw…im drooling. when sexy time comes, he treats you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. his thrusts are slow and deep, hitting the exact spot that makes you crumble. he caresses your breasts and places gentle kisses on your jawline. he whispers “you’re so perfect” as his hands roam all around your body, feeling every inch of your perfection. his hands make you feel like jelly. your little whimpers turn him on which causes him to thrust faster as both of you approach your high. he keeps intense romantic eyecontact the whole time.

aftercare w this man is the best. like he sets up a nice bath w a candle and everything. he cleans you up and caresses your cheek, letting you know how well you did for him. i just know for sure this man gives great cuddles too.

now a threesome… yall im abt to faint.

mr. golden retriever is grabbing your hair, using your mouth to satisfy his hard glock glock 300 while mr. emo is tenderly caressing you as he takes you doggy style. he whispers praises while the other degrades you, the perfect balance.

OK BUT IMAGINE MR GOLDEN RETRIEVER BEING A SWITCH FOR MR EMO?!?!?!??! im having so many ideas rn:

mr golden retriever may be a tough boi in bed, but mr emo’s sweet demeanor just makes him melt into a puddle. now mr emo is still gentle with him, but every now and then he whispers “my little dirty slut”

now mr golden retriver can be a brat sometimes. and when he ticks off mr emo, hes in for a LONG ride. now he may be the gentle soft dom, but he can be rough when he wants. very rough. im talking bdsm chains, ropes, vibrators, ORGASM DENIAL!! but luckily, since you’re such a good girl, youve never received a punishment before😉😉😉

now lemme know who yall r imagining w this 🤪🤨

[everygildedstar]

Bible Study (Optional Male Bias)

Summary: He wants to know what could be better than God’s love, and you are happy to enlighten him

Pairing: Optional Bias x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, corruption kink, religious corruption, blasphemy, hand jobs, blow jobs, riding, fem dom, male sub, loss of virginity, sex in a church, semi-public sex, quoting scripture during sex

A/N: It’s been a while since i wrote a smut so i’m rusty, so please be nice. Inspired by a discussion with @bigkpopstan and anon about religious corruption and Heeseung. Heeseung was in mind when I wrote this but it’s technically optional bias so have fun. ;)

“Meet me in the confession booth when everyone leaves for the barbeque,” you had messaged him. 

There had been a certain tension between the two of you for a while. He knew you weren’t the innocent “Church Girl” you pretended to be, and you knew he was curious. Curious about what could be so great as to reject what you were taught at church. What could possibly be better than God’s love? 

He had asked you as much one day, while you were waiting for your parents to stop socializing so you could go home.

“Because I like what I can understand,” you answered. “I like what makes me feel alive. I like what I can be certain of. And I am certain that there are a great number of things that are more pleasurable to me than church, and worshipping our so-called God while receiving nothing in return.”

“Like what?” he pushed.

“Maybe I could show you sometime,” you had said before walking out with your family.

He hadn’t brought it up to you again for a long time, but you could tell he thought about it. You could see it in his face every time you caught him looking at you, and every time he would look away blushing, as if he had been caught doing something sinful.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He asked you to show him. And that’s how, today, you ended up pulling him into the confession booth in the empty church.

You shut and locked the door behind you, and then there was silence. The tension was so thick, just the sound of your breaths to fill the space, only a small amount of light leaking into the tiny room.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked. “There is no going back. You will only be pretending to be the good church boy. You will be like me,” You reach out and hold his face in one hand and the nape of his neck with the other, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “a sinner.”

You feel him nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“And you are not scared?” you ask further.

“No. If it is truly a sin, and should I wish to repent, God is merciful. He will take me back,” he says. 

You let out a breathy laugh. “And if you don’t wish to repent?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “Then I suppose hell can’t be that bad if you’ll be there, my own beautiful temptress.”

You laughed again. “So much for the good little church boy.” 

You leaned in and kissed him. It started out slow and sweet, and you tried to pour every ounce of passion and honey as you can into every movement. He seemed to follow your lead leaning into you so much you were leaning back with him. You bit his lip, and then took his gasp to press your tongue into his mouth. He moans a little, surprised at the intrusion and starts sucking on it. 

You slowly move him back until his back hits the wall of the booth, pressing yourself close to his body. You tug his hair while your other hand starts to roam, slowly feeling its way past each dip in his defined chest and abdomen. You hook a finger in his belt loop and use it to pull his hips even further against you, forcing him to break the kiss and let out a moan. You move to kiss his neck, or at least the little bit you could reach with his unbuttoned collar. He moans again, and then again even louder when your hips forward. “What is your favorite scripture?” you ask. “Recite it for me, and don’t stop or I’ll stop.”

“What-” he asks as you unbutton his pants while you attack his neck with your mouth again. He gasps when you pull down his zipper, and then you reach your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, eventually grasping his cock with only the tips of your fingers. He lets out a needy groan, rolling his hips into your touch, but you don’t move any further.

“Recite it, or I’m not going to do anything.”

He takes a second to gather his thoughts enough. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not wa-want.” He stutters when you pull his waistband down and bring his cock out, hissing at the cold air. You give it one stroke, and then stop, waiting for him to continue.

“He maketh me to lie d-down in green pastures-” You start stroking him slowly, rubbing your thumb over his slit once to gather his pre-come. You continue kissing his neck until you find a sweet spot that makes him whimper.

“-he leadeth me be-beside the still waters.” You move faster, pumping lightly with each stroke, while you pull his hair with the hand still resting there. 

“He restoreth my s-soul-” His grip on you tightens, hands grabbing fistfulls of the material of your church dress. “-he leadeth me in the p-paths of righteousness for his -ngh- name's sake.”

“Yea, though I wa-alk through the valley of the sha-hadow of death, I will f-fear no evil-” you move your kisses to the other side of his neck, and he throws his head back against the wood of the booth.

“-for thou art with m-me; thy rod and thy s-staff they co-co-comfort me- ” You then get on your knees in front of him, licking the tip of his cock, hand still stroking his length. “-Shit!”

You snicker, giving a long lick up the underside before looking up at him. “Don’t swear when you are reciting scripture, sinner.” -he moans at the nickname- “Keep going.”

He whines again before he continues, voice considerably higher. 

“Th-thou preparest a ta-able before me in the pre-esence of mine enemies-” You take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly. He lets out a guttural groan.

“-thou anointest m-my head with o-oil-” your hand that isn’t preoccupied with stroking the part of his cock that is not deep in your mouth is making its way under to cup his balls. 

“-my cup ru-runneth over.” He muffles a whine with one hand while the other makes its way into your hair.

He pulls his hand away from his mouth to recite the next part. “Surely g-goodness and merc-cy shall follow me all the d-days of my life- ngh!” You are bobbing your mouth farther and farther each time, and he has to refrain from thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. 

“-and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Fuck, I’m so close-” He finishes his scripture, and you take him as far as you can and swallow, the squeezing of your throat around his cock almost sending him over the edge. You lift your mouth off of him with a pop, and he whines like a hurt puppy. “No- Please- Why?”

You stand back up and turn him, making sit on the seat to your left, before you push your skirt up around your hips and straddle him. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you have all the fun, did you?”

You grip his cock again, rubbing the tip over the wet spot on your panties. Both of you let out a moan together, pressing your foreheads together. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them tightly.

“Are you okay with this?” You ask again before you continue. 

He nods, the thin ray of light peeking into the booth in a perfect spot to show the desire in his eyes. “Yes, please. Please let me feel you. I’m not turning back.” He kisses you again, short but passionately. “Ruin me.”

You whine at his words, then you pull your soaked panties to the side and line his cock up with your entrance before you sink down on him, ever so slowly. Deep, long moans come from both of you. You kiss him again when he is fully sheathed inside you.

“Would you like for me to recite my favorite scripture for you?” you ask him, foreheads together while you adjust to his large size. “It was from a woman to her lover, and I feel like it fits the situation nicely.”

He nods, interested. “Enlighten me.”

“My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.” You start to move agonizingly slowly up and down his length. He buries his face in your neck to muffle his noises and grips your hips even harder, and you were sure you would have bruises in the shape of his hands the next day. 

“His head is as the most fine gold; his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.” You tangle your hands into his own hair and he attaches his lips to the side of your neck like you had done to him.

“His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.” You start to move faster, rolling your hips with each thrust. 

“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.” You feel his hips stutter as he struggles to keep from thrusting up into you. 

“His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl-” He loses the fight, and starts jerking his hips up as you sink down, causing him to go way deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan. “-his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.”

“His legs are as pillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.” You take one of his hands from your hips and press it between you against your clit, ripping a whine out of you.

“His mouth is most sweet-“ you move impossibly faster, even with your thighs growing tired. Your combined sounds and heavy breaths resonate within the confined box. 

“I’m close- is it ok if I…” He asked. You nod pulling him close, lips hovering only a hair away from his. 

“-yea, he is altogether lovely.” You kiss him deeply as you reach your high, hands harshly pulling his hair and gripping his shoulder. The squeezing from your release sent him over the edge, and he pulled your hips flush to his, coating your insides. 

As you come down from your orgasms, you finish the scripture. “This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, catching your breaths.

“Holy shit-” he says, and you let out a breathy laugh as you pull off of him, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. “I see why you do this now.”

“Are you gonna regret this and never talk to me again?” You ask, standing up and fixing yourself up. 

“Hell no.” He puts himself away and zips and buttons his pants. You feel his hands rest on your hips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for another kiss.

“What do we tell our parents if they ask where we’ve been?” 

“Tell them we were doing private bible study and shared our favorite verses. And maybe ask if we can see each other more often for “bible study” sessions,” you added before stealing another kiss. 

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “That’s the only kind of bible study I’ll need from now on. If god is real and merciful, he can forgive me when the day comes. I have the only god I want to believe in right here in my arms.”

[vanillaknj]

topics that need to be brought up (kpop specific one coming up-):

- the masculinization of black women who are doing better than many of your faves.

- how traumatic it is for poc kpop stans to have their experiences & feelings about racist kpop idols erased by stans who don’t see the severity within what the idols did.

- how idols are grown when you wanna sexualize them, but not when they want to make their own decisions.

- how kpop fandoms as a whole would genuinely be a better and less toxic space if people just wouldn’t speak about idols/groups/etc that they don’t like.

- how aave is not just ‘stan twitter language’ that you use for two weeks and then throw away.

- how it isn’t ‘just hair’.

- how it should be acceptable for black people to wear bonnets & durags outside, and have it not be seen as ‘lazy’ or ‘unkempt’.

- why are non-poc so upset when it comes to poc making spaces exclusively where poc can vent & actually have a safe space?

- the toxic masculinity between black men when they see other black men simply showing affection toward each other.

- how y’all should stop pitting black female rappers against each other just because you want your daily fill of drama.

- you don’t get to be an activist only when it benefits you/makes you look good!! either you are or you aren’t, don’t parade around being such an activist for certain movements when you know it’ll give you & your motives a boost.

[minghaoyoudoin]

Incentive

pairing: boyfriend!idol!seunghun x gn!non-idol!reader

genre: smut, minors don't even think about it!!

words: 2.3k

warnings: idol!seunghun, non!idol reader, sub!seunghun, soft dom!reader, oral sex (m receiving), bad language, dirty talk, stripping, mentions of cum, gn!reader, use of the pet name "baby", body worship, spit kink if you squint, brief mention of seunghun struggling sometimes, swallowing, teasing, praise kink (sort of?), and I think that's all!

a/n: yes, this was definitely inspired by my discovery that seunghun has been teaching himself to knit/crochet during cix's hiatus, lol 🤪 I hope y'all enjoy this filth, I had fun writing it and I'd do it again - j

“I really don’t think I’m doing this right.”

You looked up at your boyfriend’s words, holding the tight stitch you’d just completed in place with your fingers. Seunghun presented you with the half-completed sweater sleeve he had been obsessing over for the last hour. The material was an atrocious shade of green and looked more like a deflated yarn balloon animal, one of his knitting needles stuck haphazardly through the fabric.

“It looks good, you’re making good progress.” You nodded sagely. Seunghun’s eyes narrowed at your lie and he made a show of dramatically tossing the sleeve onto the coffee table in front of him.

“You’re a bad liar. This is impossible,” he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. You bit back a smile and resumed your own project, beginning the transition from blue to white yarn. Seunghun leaned over to your side of the couch so he could peer down at your work. “You’re almost done?”

You giggled airily. “I taught myself how to knit when I was thirteen. You asked me to teach you this morning.” You playfully shoved Seunghun’s shoulder and he fell back against his armrest, shooting daggers at you with his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll get it with practice.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Do you want to do something else?”

Seunghun groaned. “No. I’ve been bored for weeks—I might be terrible at this but at least it’s something to do.”

That was true, you supposed. Seunghun’s group had been on hiatus for a while now and you could tell it was starting to get to him. It was obvious just in the way he moved that he missed performing; sitting around being docile frazzled his nerves. Your boyfriend, more than anyone you had ever met, was not meant for a normal life.

It made you all the more grateful that, for some reason, he had chosen you.

You were arguably the most mundane person in the world, but you liked yourself and your life, for the most part. You loved crafts and cooking and sitting in peaceful silence. Seunghun was really the only part of your life that forced you out of your safe little bubble. He was your complete opposite—all big smiles and laughter and near-constant energy.

You balanced each other out in all the right ways. And over the course of your two year relationship, you had become addicted to his presence. You hadn’t intended to become romantically involved with an idol, but sometimes life just worked out in ways you didn’t expect.

Seunghun watched in dejected silence as you began the final color transition—from white back to baby blue—in your sweater. “Keep trying, you’ll get the hang of it.” You urged him softly. Once you finished the row, you held the sweater up to his chest, testing its length.

Damn, you thought to yourself, still too short. Seunghun—as well as the other four members of his group, for that matter—were all ridiculously tall.

He peered down at the sweater pressed to his front and clicked his tongue. “Yours looks great. That’s it. I’ve decided for the good of humanity that I’m going to give up.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Do I need to give you an incentive to finish it or something?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Seunghun’s face immediately broke into a wide smile, momentarily blinding you.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “What kind of incentive?”

You feigned nonchalance as you thought of what to say, hoping the butterflies in your belly weren’t obvious on your face. You pulled the sweater back into your lap, your skin suddenly too warm where your knuckles had been touching his shoulders.

“Is sex all you think about?” You chuckled, albeit a bit nervously.

“Only when you’re around.”

“I’m always around.”

Seunghun’s smile fell, that wonderful light emanating off of him dimming. “Not always.”

He wasn’t wrong. During the periods when his group was actively promoting, you sometimes went days or weeks at a time without seeing one another. It was hard for you, but you knew in the back of your mind that it was harder for him. He had to be on all the time, and though he had a near bottomless well of energy to draw from, you knew it still ran dry from time to time.

You patted his knee reassuringly. And, abruptly desperate to regain the lighthearted banter from before, you recklessly said the first thing that came to your mind.

“If you finish that sleeve by the time I’m done with this, I’ll make you cum on my tongue.”

Seunghun looked like he might catch on fire. He snatched his jumbled ball of yarn off the coffee table so fast that you snorted. In seconds he was shoving the needle through the fabric again, holding it dangerously close to his face.

Still chuckling, you went back to working on the last few rows of stitches.

It was harder to concentrate now, though. Seunghun was stiff next to you, his right knee nearly vibrating with energy where it was pressed against yours on the couch. You knew he would win the challenge you had given him; not only was he ridiculously competitive, but he also had an unhealthy obsession with your mouth.

You were so flustered that you had to undo and re-knot a stitch three times before it was perfect as the ones around it. In your periphery, your boyfriend was squinting at the yarn in his hands, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out of the corner of his lips under the force of his concentration.

Yeah, he was definitely going to finish before you, probably in more ways than one. You already felt building pressure in your lower stomach, your mouth drying out a bit in anticipation.

Though it had taken Seunghun an hour to complete the first half of his sleeve, he finished the rest in under ten minutes.

“Done!” He yelled triumphantly, holding the completed piece in front of your face for proof. You smiled to yourself again without looking up from your work.

“I’m not,” you said casually. Seunghun’s shoulders slumped and he threw the sleeve onto the table again. “I’m on the last row. Do you think you can be a good boy and wait for me until I’m finished?”

Seunghun nodded enthusiastically and you rewarded him with a sweet smile.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby.” You were focusing more now on the way his eyes tracked your hands’ movements than the task in front of you. “Every time I finish one of these knots, I want you to take off a piece of clothing. Can you do that for me?”

Instead of responding, he hastily slid his socks off his feet as you tied off another knot. Your smile widened a bit. Such a good boy, only for you.

You moved at an intentionally slow, agonizing pace as you continued the last row. Stitch, Seunghun removed his sweater. Stitch, he discarded his white tee on the floor by his feet. Stitch, his sweatpants were shoved down and off until your boyfriend was left only in his underwear.

By the time you finally got to the last knot, Seunghun was squirming on the couch next to you. You watched the rapidly forming wet spot on his gray boxers through the corner of your eye and wet your lips. You couldn’t wait to taste him.

“Baby, please,” Seunghun breathed when you began slowly doubling the final stitch to hold the yarn in place. You threw him another sweet smile and your stomach flipped when you saw the glint in his eyes. You were walking a dangerous line—Seunghun loved to be teased to the point of torture, but one wrong move and he would flip on a dime.

If you were being honest, you didn’t mind that possibility, either.

As you pulled the yarn taut, Seunghun removed his underwear. And you couldn’t wait anymore. You didn’t care that the last few rows of the sweater looked like shit. The thing was a gift for Seunghun, anyway, and seeing tangible evidence of the way he affected you would probably excite him every time he put the thing on.

You took your time setting the sweater aside, savoring the way Seunghun’s body trembled. Wordlessly, you shifted until you were on the floor, pride filling your chest as your boyfriend’s legs immediately parted to let you between them.

You ran your fingernails lightly from his ankles to the tops of his pretty thighs and he shuddered. “You did so well, baby. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

Seunghun nodded, staring down at you through lust-lidded eyes. You pressed feather-light kisses to each of his knees and worked your way up his thighs. He whimpered when you skipped over his hard cock altogether, instead doting in his hipbones, his toned stomach, his chest. You took one of his nipples into your mouth, watching his throat work as your tongue swirled over the tight bud.

His body stiffened when you began to move south, somehow even slower than before. And when you finally settled between his thighs again, finally allowed yourself to look at his pretty red cock, you sighed contentedly.

“Always so needy for me.” You whispered, at last wrapping your fingers around his base. At that first contact, Seunghun’s body jerked and he let out a tiny moan.

“Always, baby, only for you. Only for you…” He threaded his fingers into your hair and you shivered when his nails lightly scratched at your scalp.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you pumped him once and dragged your tongue from his balls to head. Seunghun groaned, his head falling limply against the cushions behind him.

“Look at me, Seunghun.” You commanded softly. He forced his eyes open until they made contact with yours and the wildfire inside of you roared at the lust there. “If you look away, I stop.”

Seunghun hastily nodded his understanding as you gathered spit into your mouth and allowed a long string of it to fall onto his cock. It twitched in your hand, a bit more precum leaking from his tip while you worked him.

You took the head between your lips first, using your tongue to apply pressure in circles around it. Seunghun moaned again, low in his throat.

“Yes—ah—oh my god,” he hissed as you bobbed your head on him, taking more of his cock into your mouth. You hummed, appreciating how his hips involuntarily thrusted upward at the sensation.

Your other hand worked his balls as you willed your throat to relax. Seunghun’s cock slid further into your throat each time you moved, but there was still somehow more of him that you couldn’t manage to fit. You twisted your hand around the base of his shaft and his whimpers picked up urgency.

You lifted your eyes again and were immediately rewarded with his gaze still on you. He could barely keep his eyes open, his chest rapidly rising and falling as you brought him closer to his release. You could tell that he was fighting the urge to let his head fall back with every breath.

“You t-take me so well—ah—” Seunghun’s praise cut off into a moan when you hummed again. Motivated by his broken words, you forcefully ignored your gag reflex until the head of his cock sat in the back of your throat. And when you swallowed around him, the loud moan Seunghun released nearly made you cum right then and there.

You did it again, some primal urge within you needing to hear the way you made him feel. He was a mess for you; color stained his pretty cheeks and concentration furrowed his brows, a lovely crease forming between them as he chased his orgasm.

“J-just like that—gonna cum, where…?”

“In my mouth, Hun,” you picked up your pace as you bobbed your head on him. Seunghun whimpered at your reply, both of his hands knotted in your hair now as he lightly guided your movements. You let him use your mouth, painfully turned on by the way he disregarded your own comfort in his effort to cum.

An idea struck you. Your hand still lightly massaging his balls moved downward. You swallowed around his cock at the same time you pressed your index finger against the area of skin between his balls and ass, a direct line to his prostate.

Your eyes flicked up to watch his face as Seunghun let out a vulgar moan, and he was gone. His eyes rolled back and at last screwed closed as his groan of pleasure cut off, his body locking under the force of his orgasm.

When he came in your throat, you took every last drop he gave you. He came in thick spurts, his cock repeatedly pulsing in your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibrations dragging him through his orgasm to the point of pain.

At last, he had nothing left to give. Seunghun’s eyes peeled open and he gazed down at you with an expression of undiluted admiration on his face. You continued leisurely licking his shaft as the last aftershocks trembled through him until he couldn’t take the overstimulation anymore.

You rose from the floor to kiss him eagerly, which he happily accepted. He paid no mind to the taste of him still lingering on your lips as his tongue dove into your mouth.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. You giggled, breathless, and began to pull away, intending to go clean yourself up before bed. Seunghun caught you by the elbow before you could and offered a devilish grin that instantly had you ready for him again.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you, yet.”

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© minghaoyoudoin 2022 - all rights reserved. reposts/translations not allowed. I do not assume to know the personal lives of the idol(s) depicted in this fic, this is for entertainment purposes only!

[cixthotshit]

Panty Line Crime and Punishment

Pairing: Seunghun x You[Y/N](F) | Reader(F) Genre: Smut, PWP (squint and there's an outline to a plot), Boss!Dom Seunghun Summary: Your boss Mr. Seunghun Kim is going to punish you for your faux pas Word count: 7.5k Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Dom/Sub, Degradation, Spanking, Dry Humping, Face Slapping, Titty Slapping, Pussy Slapping, Bondage (hands tied to a desk drawer), Penis in Vagina Sex, Kissing, Overstimulation, Come Shot (please let me know if I miss anything so I can add it here) Author’s Note: This was in editing hell for months and it feels like a miracle that I am posting this at last. It started out as an imagine to hopefully get fics where Seunghun is a boss!dom, and then it turned into a full on fic. And I worked SO HARD to make sure that I wrote in present tense instead of past tense meanwhile trying to keep it sexy. Anyway, I know this fic got super detailed and indulgent but Seunghun in a suit sends me!! Always getting my imaginations going wild, and I don't usually have a boss!dom kink but Seunghun is the exception. I hope it inspires more people to write CIX content too! Sorry for any mistakes! I don’t always catch everything when I proofread, and this fic is my first full Y/N fic and it is not my usual style of writing. I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!

Original inspiration: 👓

“[Y/N],” your boss calls calmly from inside his office, “please come in here.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight as goosebumps form up your back. If Mr. Seunghun Kim calls you to his office before noon, it means you have forgotten to do one of your morning tasks.

Recalling every task you have done so far, you nervously wrap your right hand over the smooth jade bracelet hanging on your left wrist. You made him his black coffee, cleaned and organized his email folders, sorted his letters and documents from most to least urgent, and you remembered to water the water peace lily that sat next to his liquor cabinet. You’d picked up his afternoon suit before coming into work and it was hanging behind the door on the coat hanger. Racking your brain for what you could have forgotten, your hands clasp together as you enter Mr. Kim’s office.

“S-sir?” you say with hunched shoulders, your head bowed. You’re too scared to step in closer, your feet stuck at the entrance of his office.

“Close the door, please,” he says, his tone passive, as if his attention is elsewhere. “Lock it.”

Your fingers barely slip away from the door handle before you shakily turn the lock. The soft click of the lock sends a chill down your spine. Unable to move, you rest the weight of your body against the door when you face his direction. Mr. Kim clears his throat as the sound of papers shuffling flutters into your ears.

“Are you going to come see me?” he asks, his tone remaining passive. “Hm? Miss [Y/L/N]?” Papers shuffle again. “Eyes up here.”

“Yes, sir?” you say, lifting your head up the slightest.

Mr. Kim’s eyes were fixed on the papers before him, a gold plated pen in his right hand, matching his gold framed glasses. His long, elegant fingers push the glasses up the bridge of his nose, making you swallow a gulp of air with your eyes fixated on his thumb brushing against his bottom lip. His tongue, bright pink like bubble gum, licked the pad of his thumb. Bringing it down, he flicks a sheet of paper over.

“What did I tell you about pencil skirts?” he asks. The crossout he marks swishes loudly in the silent office. His smooth milky skin glows under the bright office lights, his perfectly sculpted face frozen in its passive beauty.

Standing up straight, squaring your shoulders, you clasp your hands together behind your back. Looking down at the simple black pencil skirt, you ponder at where you had broken the dress code. It had been altered according to his rules: long enough to cover your thighs, short enough to show your knees, tailored to accentuate your curves, but not so tight that you wouldn’t be able to move comfortably.

“I beg your pardon?” you reply, looking back up at him.

“Panty line,” he says, each syllable coming out clearly. The words roll out slowly with his eyes remaining fixed on his work.

Your insides tingle, and you squeeze your thighs together. The steady whirring from the A/C vents halts, and the inside of your ears prickle with heat as Mr. Kim’s bubble gum pink tongue flicks out quickly to wet his lips.

“S-sir?” you stutter, feeling your face grow hot, heat pooling at your jawline.

“Panties are distracting,” he says nonchalantly, flipping over another sheet of paper. “If I can see it and feel it, you need to get rid of it.”

You remain rooted at the door, staring at Mr. Kim cross out errors on his paperwork. His eyes dart up past the top of his glasses, capturing your gaze as he stops moving, the tip of his pen pressing against the last sheet of paper on his desk.

After 2 months of working for Mr. Kim, he still frightens you. He is kind and gentle with his words, but he has a powerful, captivating presence. Being near him always makes you nervous, and currently, your adrenaline is rushing up your spine despite your best efforts to breathe evenly in through your nose and out through your mouth.

Making eye contact always makes your face hot, and you constantly fear that he sees your cheeks flush, even under all the blush you purposely cake on. He is confident, and self assured, never one to second guess his choices. You, meanwhile, constantly worry that you can’t give him exactly what he wants.

In your current position, back pressed to his door with your heart beating fast against your chest, you are afraid. His gaze lights your entire face on fire, and you close your mouth, gulping in a breath of air. Unable to look away from him, you hold his gaze and gently shake your head.

“I-I don’t recall any written rules on panty lines,” you manage to say, standing up straighter.

He sets his pen down, and leans back in his chair. The leather chair groans loudly as the full weight of his body rests into it. His hands reach toward the cuff sleeves of his white button up shirt. Your eyes are fixated on his long fingers rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Come here, [Y/N],” he says, pushing himself away from his desk. He slaps his hand against his thigh. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You remain frozen at the door. You have half a mind to blurt out that you quit and rush out the door. The other half of your mind, though, is keenly aware of how hot and wet you feel between your legs. The sweet aftertaste of sugar from your morning coffee lingers on the saliva pooling in your mouth before you give an audible gulp, swallowing it. Your fingers are itching to reach up and pinch your nipples. Hot blood pumping into you has them hardening up against your bra. Knees shaking, you rest your back against the door.

Before you sits a beautiful, handsome man, his power exuding from him with lust reading all over his eyes. They’re shining bright and laser focused on your body. You can never return to the insufferable demands of pleasing countless customers in retail. There is no room for anything else beyond doing your job well, which currently meant pleasing Mr. Seunghun Kim.

Seeing his tongue lick his cherry red lips, you stand up straight. He’s folding the sleeve of his shirt up past his elbow as you walk toward him. Your hands are shaking, and you can hear yourself inhaling deeply as his eyes are fixed on you, his gaze steadily drifting up and down your body. The veins in his arms pop out against his milky white skin, and your eyes struggle to look away from his smooth and well manicured hands.

“Sir?” you say softly once you are standing in front of him. His legs are spread open, and his hands reach out to yours.

Goosebumps travel up your arms at how warm and soft his touch is. He lifts his head to capture your gaze, and you see your reflection on his glasses. Your eyes are hooded and your lips are slightly parted, but a moment later, you see past his specs and blood rushes up to your head as his eyes lock with yours. He breaks eye contact with you when he places his hands on your hips. Obediently, you rest your hands on his firm shoulders.

“How can I focus on work when I know that your panties are squeezing your ass?” he asks, his fingers moving down the curves of your ass, tracing the lining of your panties. His touches warm up your insides better than the coffee you had earlier, your skin tingling from your stomach up to your chest. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you shut your mouth tight, stifling a pitiful moan. You take in a shaky breath as you feel the vibrations of his laugh ride up your shoulder. “This is unprofessional, [Y/N].”

His fingers are digging into your ass cheeks over your skirt, making your whole body flare up in heat. Your mind is so rattled with horny, shameful thoughts of how Mr. Kim is turning you on that you hear the full palmed slaps he gives both your ass cheeks before feeling the hot stinging. Arching your back, you give out a whimper as the force of his slaps hit you deep in your gut, knocking the air out of your lungs. It takes you a couple seconds to give in a sharp inhale of breath.

“Do you see how unprofessional you are?” he asks, palms pressed smoothly against your throbbing cheeks. “Look at me.”

His eyes leave yours, and your gaze follows his, looking down between your bodies. You see a bulge poking up against his pants, and heat hits your face. He rests his back against the chair, his hands slipping to your hips. His fingers continually rub against the lining of your panties at your hips, sending more heat into your skin. His erection is growing, and you lick your lips as you wonder what he tastes like. Sweetness is still lingering in your mouth.

“How is that my fault?” you manage to ask, slipping your right hand down his chest.

You shiver, feeling how firm his body is. His abs are hot against your palm as your hand continues to move down. It’s his turn to shiver when the pads of your fingers trace the length of his cock over his pants. You feel the pressure of adrenaline rush into your chest and your cheeks grow hot when he shuts his eyes, hissing with gritted teeth.

“Take your panties off,” he says calmly, opening his eyes as he grabs your wrists.

His eyes are roaming up and down your body as he releases you, moving back to get a better view of you. He’s hiking up your skirt to reveal your thighs when you look up at Mr. Kim as he gasps. He’s palming the length of his cock as his eyes are glued to your newly exposed skin. A strong rush of adrenaline hits your chest like fire, making your pussy throb with your slick heat quickly building. A starving ache begins to twist in your gut, making you squeeze your thighs together.

With shaky hands, you reach under your skirt at your hips and hook your fingers onto the waistband of your panties and slowly pull them down. Mr. Kim exhales loudly, his huff almost sounding like a growl. You feel a bead of sweat glide down at the nape of your neck toward your back as you shiver. You shut your eyes and feel the heat in your chest turn cold as the sensation rides up your face, making hot blood prickle your face.

Your panties are soaking wet, and your slick heat is smearing against the inside of your thighs, down toward the curve of your ass. Mortified, you breathe heavily through your mouth as you swiftly pull them down your legs, and open your eyes to remove the black panties carefully from your stiletto heels. You jump and stand up straight when Mr. Kim’s hand reaches down and grabs your panties from the floor. He tsks, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth, as you reach over to take them from him.

“I’m confiscating these,” he says with his usual calm tone, grabbing your wrist with his free hand. He rubs the fabric of your cotton panties between his thumb and middle finger, eyes locked with yours. His tongue gently licks his lips as he places your panties into his pants pocket. Unable to move, your face turns so hot you worry your hair will simply ignite into a ball of fire.

“Sir,” you say softly, closing your legs as you try to stand up straight, gently pulling against his hold on your wrist, “my outfit is up to your code. May I go back to work?”

“You are working,” he replies. A river of warmth flows down your chest as he smiles. It’s a beautiful smile, his teeth perfectly set and white with glistening red lips. You’re trying to remain focused on not letting your juices drip down your legs, squeezing your thighs tight, your starving ache intensifying in your gut. “Your panty line faux pas needs to be adequately reprimanded.”

“Sir?” you ask with a soft gasp. Your stomach twists around at the gleam that crosses his eyes.

“You’ve made a mess,” he says, his index finger pointing out toward your thigh. You take a step back, your lower back colliding into his desk. His finger glides up against the inside of your thigh, collecting some of your clear slick fluids. “It’s unprofessional to stand here covered in your filth, [Y/N]. And,” - he inhales a dramatic breath through closed teeth, running his finger over his clothed cock, smearing your juices onto his pants - “look at what you’re doing to me. When you remedy this, that’s when you’ll be fully reprimanded.” He grabs your chin gently with his thumb and index finger, and pulls your face toward him. “Do you want to keep your job?”

“Yes, sir,” you reply with a nod, focusing on his chocolate brown eyes, trying your best not to stare into the bright, wide eyes of your reflection in his glasses. Your lips are flushed and wet, pouting as you feel his warm breath on your lips. He lets you go to grab your waist.

You yelp as he throws you face down on his lap, your body over his lap, your arms flailing in the air as you feel his hands on your hips. Cold air from the vents blow up your skirt, sending a chilling gust up your ass. You shiver and he guffaws as one hand firmly gropes you.

“You entered the office at 8:30, and you took your panties off roughly around 11:30,” he said, caressing his palm over your ass, “so how many hours did you walk around with your distracting panty lines?”

“Three?” you respond, bewildered as to why he was making you do math while you were laying on Mr. Kim’s lap with your ass in the air. You buck your hips and arch your back when you feel the sting of his palm slapping your ass. Your lips are shut as you stifle a groan.

“Don’t answer a question with another question,” he says calmly, his fingers caressing your burning ass cheek. You whimper and jump as you feel a quick, sharp slap. He chuckles and you shut your eyes as his infectious laugh reverberates inside of you. The painful starvation in your gut twists cruelly as your slick fluid flows down your folds, crawling over your burning aching clit.

“How many hours did you walk around me with those distracting panty lines?”

“Three, sir.”

He chuckles and his hands are kneading your ass, one hand sliding under your skirt. A red heat blinds your vision as the side of his hand slides against the bare flesh of your folds. Your insides are rolling around in flames as his laughs ring inside of you and his hands play with your ass.

“Good job, my pretty little doll,” he says with a sweet caring tone, his hands back to kneading your ass cheeks over the fabric of your skirt. “Three hearty slaps to reprimand you. That sounds fair, don’t you think?”

“Yes, sir,” you say, gripping onto the armchair as you shut your eyes, preparing for the impact of his palm on your ass. Adrenaline traveled up your back, making you shiver.

“Scared, doll?” he asks, his hand gently caressing your ass.

You are scared, unsure of when he will smack your ass, but you are excited too. As painful as the stinging is, you are looking forward to your insides shaking. Each slap sent a titillating sensation deep inside of you. You are starting to enjoy the contrast.

“I’m ready, sir,” you reply, turning your head around to sneak a look at Mr. Kim. His eyes are fixed on your ass, a grin on his lips. The sharp gleam in his eyes makes your insides shake, and you turn back around, throwing your face down to the ground with your eyes shut tight.

“Count with me, doll,” he orders, palm caressing your ass.

You squeal when you feel his hand slapping your ass, his palm making a loud, hard impact against the fleshiest part of your ass.

You stutter out, “One,” when you hear him start the count. Your ass is on fire, but your insides are throbbing and your cunt is becoming wetter. A chuckle from him intensifies the reverberations inside of you, making your body shake.

“Calm down, doll,” he coos, and you feel him pet the back of your head, making the tension in your shoulders loosen. His hand glides down your back and caresses your ass. “Can you handle more? Please, baby doll, let me punish you fully.”

You feel the threat of your job at the tip of his tongue, but in honesty, you want him to spank you more than you’d ever cared for the job.

“Punish me, sir, please,” you say, wiggling your hips from side to side, wanting to feel his cock heat up your stomach. “I need to learn how to please you better.”

“You’re a fast learner, doll,” he praises you as his hand caresses the smarting spot he’d slapped. “But,” he gives a sigh as you feel his fingers hook at the hem of your skirt, pulling your skirt up to your hips, exposing your ass and pussy, “you need to understand how much your faux pas hurts this company. Skin to skin contact, doll, can you handle it?”

As a preview, his hand palms your bare ass cheek, and you shut your eyes tight, fingers gripping onto the leather padded armrest. The intensity of the heat against your skin is deepened. You are overfilled with the sensations of your nipples hardening against your bra and your breasts wet with sweat that has collected between your tits.

“Seunghun,” you moan out his name. You hiccup, realizing your error in being so informal. Turning your head over, you pout your lower lip and say as sweetly as possible, “Please forgive my slipup, Mr. Kim.”

Your mind spins, and your body is like a ragdoll in his arms as he stands and throws your front against his desk. You cry out as your front lands against the cold desk, your hands accidentally shoving his papers and neatly arranged stationary to the floor, his black stapler having rolled halfway across the room. He groans, his clothed cock pressing up against your left ass cheek, lighting up your ass in his heat.

“[Y/N],” he says before tsking, his hands caressing your hips while he rocks his cock up and down against your ass in small motions, “today is not your day, baby doll. You’re making a mess of my suit and my office. I might have to tie you down to get you to stop ruining my office during this reprimanding.”

“Mr. Kim, sir,” you say breathlessly, lifting yourself up by pushing your hands up against the desk.

Pain and pleasure strike up your insides and ass with fire as his large palm lands hard and loud on your ass. Your arms are weak and they collapse under your body as you lean up against the desk, your mind clouding with red lust. You want to beg him to fuck you until you can’t walk, but you’re keenly aware that Mr. Kim was stern with calling what you were doing as work. It was all about what he wants, not what you want. Your mind blanks as you feel his palm spank you again, throwing your head down.

“Good job, my dutiful doll,” Mr. Kim says with a soothing tone, his hands kneading your ass. His soft hands massaging your burning skin sends a calming sensation under your skin, making your shiver. “But I do need to reprimand you for messing up my suit and desk.” His hands glide up to your hips and waist. You shiver again as you feel the weight and heat of his front pressing up against your back, the heat of his cock returning to your ass. “And I might have to cancel my lunch meeting to teach you a proper lesson about fucking up my cock.”

His last threat is said softly against your ear. His breath is warm and it sends goosebumps forming up your neck, making it difficult for you to breathe. Opening your mouth you take in deep, ragged breaths.

“Sir?” you manage to say softly. “D-do you need me to call your partners to cancel your lunch meeting?”

You whimper when you feel his hearty guffaws reverberate from his chest onto your back, shaking your insides. He stands up straight, pushing his hips against your ass as his hands grab your hips, fisting his hands onto the fabric of your scrunched up skirt. You hear him hissing through his teeth as he gently bucks his hips up and down, seeming to savor the feel of his cock rubbing against your ass. Your pussy juices are dripping out of you, making you keenly aware of how hot your insides are.

“Yes, Miss [Y/L/N], call Misters Lee and Yoon right now,” he says. He groans as he stills, his hands pulling your skirt toward him, pressing your ass against him. “Reschedule the meeting for the end of the day.”

You prop yourself up by resting your elbows against the desk. With your right hand, you reach for his black corded phone, and press a few buttons. As the phone rings for Mr. Byounggon Lee’s office you are trying not to focus on Mr. Kim returning to gently rocking his cock up and down against your ass.

“Mr. Lee’s office, this is Penny speaking,” Mr. Lee’s secretary answers the phone after 4 rings.

“Hi Penny,” you announce, keeping your tone cordial though you feel a moan building up at the back of your throat, “this is [Y/N]. Mr. Kim needs to reschedule his lunch meeting. Would Mr. Lee be available for a meeting at 4:00 PM?”

You throw a hand up to cover your mouth, muffling a soft moan as your insides are squirming madly. Mr. Kim’s hands are snaking up your body, and his front is warming up your back. You focus on the sounds of Penny chewing her gum loudly.

“I will let Mr. Lee know about the rescheduled meeting for the end of the day,” Penny says at last. “Is there anything else I can assist you with, [Y/N]?”

“That’s all, thank you, Penny.”

After saying farewell, you press the red button at the bottom of the device, ending the call, and throw your head down as you give out heavy pants. Your barely audible moans escape with every exhale. His hands are palming your breasts over the fabric of your top. The padding from your bra softens his touches, though his hands on your body still sends heat deep inside of you. You crave for more.

“Sir,” you manage to say, lifting your head up to look at the front door.

You are seconds away from turning around and pulling his cock out of his pants to encourage him to fuck you right now. The air was thick with the musk exuding from him blending in with your rosy sweet perfumed sweat, heightening your horny desires. But that wasn’t what he was telling you to do. And you wanted to please Mr. Kim.

His new suit was hanging at the door, covered under a clear plastic covering. You had woken up early to pick up the suit from the dry cleaning shop. If you hadn’t woken up so early perhaps you would have taken the time to put on a thong instead of grabbing the first pair of panties your hand found in the drawer. You couldn’t blame your boss for your mistakes, though.

“Sir, I need to call Mr. Yoon’s office.”

“Get to it, then,” he says through a shaky breath. He releases you, and steps away from you. Your chest feels tight as the heat of his body leaves yours. Instead of relieving your body of the building heat, your insides squirm violently and your ass feels cold without his cock pressed up against it.

Your focus returns to the phone, and you push a few buttons to call Mr. Yoon’s office. Mr. Yoon’s secretary doesn’t chew gum, but he shouts into the phone as he asks his boss if he can reschedule. Once the rescheduled meeting is confirmed, you swiftly hang up, and before you can ask Mr. Kim if you did a good job, he lifts you up and turns you around to face him.

“My lovely doll,” he says softly, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek, “I didn’t realize how good you really are.”

His lips hover over yours. You shut your eyes, afraid that you’ll lose your composure and fall down to your knees to grab his cock and suck on it like a needy slut. The scent of Mr. Kim’s musky body and floral perfume consumes your senses, and you rest your hands onto the edge of the desk behind you to keep yourself standing. Your knees are shaking, and you are squeezing your thighs together tight, humiliated at the mess between your legs.

“Gum chewing? That’s a firm reprimand if you were to do that.” His hands reach down to grab your bare ass. You open your eyes, your back shaking from the heat of his hands on you. “By now, you should know not to chew gum when speaking. Shouting at your boss instead of getting up to speak to him cordially?” He gives a soft chuckle, a smile appearing before he bites onto his bottom lip. “If you were to do that, I’d have to reprimand your mouth.”

He runs his thumb over your lips, and pushes it gently into your mouth, retrieving it as soon as your tongue slides out to press against the pad of his thumb. Your clit is throbbing with a sharp ache as you breathe heavily through your mouth, a whine escaping. If you are doing so well why is he still teasing you? The salty aftertaste from his thumb lingers on your tongue, keeping you wet for him.

“You still need to be punished for your transgressions today,” he said. You’re frozen still, barely breathing, as his fingers reach up to undo the white buttons to your pink button down top.

“Sir!” You gasp when he pulls your top down your shoulders, revealing your satin pink bra. You have never seen a man so efficiently unbutton a top in under 5 seconds.

“These fucking tits,” he says with a low tone, one hand reaching out behind you to grab your wrists, “so distracting and beautiful.”

You flinch at his firm grasp on you, and he pushes your wrists in his hold up against your back, forcing you to push your chest up into the air. You try your best to rest your weight up against the desk, and give out a soft whine when Mr. Kim’s hand smacks up against your left breast. A sting hits the underside of your breast, though you know the padding of your bra helped dull the impact.

“Sir,” you say softly, looking into his eyes, “what sort of punishment is this?”

He gives you a crooked smile, making you feel a sweet warmth soothe your nerves, clearing your mind enough to focus on him. His free hand reaches up and pulls at his tie, loosening the knot. You blow air towards his temples when you notice that he has sweat beads building at the top of his head. He shuts his eyes, his mouth closing into a serene smile.

He opens his eyes slowly, creating a calming warmth that loosens the tension in your shoulders. He licks his lips as his eyes drift to your lips. His eyes are closed as he presses his lips to yours. You lean into his warm, slightly bitter tasting kiss, though you fight to keep your eyes open. You want to adore his thick, wet eyelashes.

When you feel him push forward, deepening the kiss as his tongue glides into your mouth, you close your eyes and open your mouth to give him more access. Pushing back on his slick tongue, your tongue swipes against his bottom lip. He groans against your lips as you capture his bottom lip in your mouth, sucking on it before you release him.

“Baby doll,” he says, caressing your cheek with his thumb, holding your face close to his, “do you enjoy being reprimanded?” You bite your bottom lip when your smile gives away your answer. He chuckles, and pulls you in for a soft, wet kiss. His tongue flicks against your lips and you furrow your eyebrows when he immediately breaks the kiss. “I’m enjoying it too,” he says, caressing your cheek as he smiles. You groan as you feel his grip on your wrists tighten for a moment. “But you need to learn not to make a mess of me and my office during work hours. Don’t move.”

He releases you and you remain still, keeping your hands resting against your back. You try your best not to focus on your thighs wet with sweat and your slick fluids, so you watch him undo his tie. He takes off his glasses and sets them inside the top desk drawer. You furrow your eyebrows as you watch him take out his keyring from his pants pocket to lock the drawer with the small gold key.

His plan comes together when you watch him slip his tie around your wrists, and you have half a mind to pull away from him, realizing he’s tying you down. But he pins his hips over yours and you stop moving. He plants a kiss on your neck before focusing on tying your wrists together. He finishes when he’s tying a knot around the metal handle to the locked desk drawer.

“Sir,” you say softly when he unhooks your bra, and slips the straps off your shoulders, his fingers gently gliding up against your skin, “should I-should I not wear bras either?”

His soft touches create goosebumps up your arms and down your chest. You press your lips together to stifle a moan as your back shakes, the starving ache in your stomach twisting into knots.

“Don’t tempt me,” he says, meeting your eyes when he smiles. His hands palm your breasts and you feel goosebumps form up your back as his touches send a surge of heat rushing down to your core. “Why not set your desk in my office so I can watch you answer calls naked?”

“Sir,” you say softly, feeling your cheeks and nose prickle with heat, “will you really make me do that?”

“You’d like that?” he asks, his sweet smile appearing, contrasting with his low soft tone. You shut your eyes and whine when you feel his hand slap your breast. “My naughty baby doll.” He uses both hands to slap both your tits and you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from whining at every slap. After a handful of slaps, you inhale deeply as you feel his hands palming your tits, soothing the stinging on your skin.

“Seunghun,” you moan out when he leans down and flicks his tongue against your erect nipple. You give out a loud, sweet moan as you watch him wrap his mouth around your left nipple while he teases your right by pinching and palming you. The pain and pleasure contrasting tightens the knots in your stomach and you have lost control. “Fuck me, oh, fuck!” You’ve given into your primal desires and you need Seunghun Kim to ruin you. You buck your hips up against his body, and you moan another, “Fuck!” as he guffaws into your breast and gropes your ass with his free hand.

“I’m the boss,” he says, standing up straight. Your whine hitches in your throat when his palm slaps your left breast. “Baby doll, I know you enjoy this,” your legs and back shake erratically as his fingers glide up against the front of your slit, his voice and touch sending wildfire into your nerves, “but this is supposed to teach you a lesson to obey me better.” A red light blinds you as you shut your eyes tight, feeling his hand slap the front of your pussy.

“Seunghun!” you gasp out, your hips shaking. You groan as you feel his hand grab your ponytail, tugging it back, making you tilt your head up toward the ceiling. He is hovering over you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s my name?” he asks softly, his lips close to yours. His eyes are shining brightly into yours now that he has taken his glasses off. You gulp a painful breath of air as he tugs your ponytail.

“Mr. Kim, sir.”

A stronger slap hits your pussy again, stinging your bare flesh. You swallow your whine, shutting your mouth tight, though your hips roughly buck up against his desk.

“Who am I?”

“You’re my boss, sir.”

“Then why did you address me so informally?” He slaps your pussy, the stinging growing into a radiating throb at your front. You give out a whimper when you feel him slap your right breast.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper out, your thighs shaking as you struggle to remain standing, “Mr. Kim.”

“I will forgive you,” he says before you feel the sting of his hand slapping your pussy. Your ass cheeks hurt as his slap rocks your insides and you buck up against his desk. He gives a low, approving hum, the rumble of his voice making your pussy wetter. “You haven’t remedied your disobedience by disturbing my cock.”

“Sir?”

His hands are gone, and you open your eyes to see Mr. Kim unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. Your eyes are focused on him when he pulls his pants and boxers down to reveal his veiny, well groomed cock. The hairs are short and compliment his well toned hips, his skin looking smooth.

You feel the silk fabric of his tie tighten against your wrists when you make to move. Your hands want to touch his cock. Stroke it and shove it into your mouth so you could hear him moan out your name. At least, then, he’d understand how difficult it is to stop calling out the name of the person torturing your body in undiluted pleasure.

“Don’t be too loud,” he orders, one hand on your hip with the other grabbing his cock and stroking it. Your eyes refuse to stop staring at him gliding the tip of his cock against your slit. “Widen your legs, doll.” You do as he says, and you moan softly as he hisses through his teeth when he slides his tip down toward your entrance. “Fuck,” he whispers, his fingers on your hip digging into your skin, “you’re wet, baby doll, but still so tight.” He gives out a gentle, sweet sigh, shutting his eyes for a couple seconds.

His hand releases his cock as he pushes in more, making your nerves shake erratically, your mind trying to remain focused on resting against his desk. One hand grabs your ponytail again, and you give out a groan, shutting your eyes, when you feel him tug your head toward the ceiling. Another hand slaps your breast before clapping down to smack your ass, the pain and pleasure intensifying, your focus loosening as your vision is blurring around the edges. You jump against his body, and you moan as his cock pushes deeper into you.

His kisses are sloppy as his tongue invades your mouth, tasting your lips before gliding over your jawline to lick your earlobe. His physical affections are intense, his cock throbbing as he remains still balls deep inside of you, letting your pussy get accustomed to his cock. His hands are roaming over your naked body, gliding up your back, caressing your shoulder and neck before pinching your nipples. He slaps your pussy, the stinging sending a sharp jolt up your back. You moan, the pain and pleasure so intense your insides shake. You whimper as his hand slaps you across the face, the sting sharp enough to burn for a few seconds.

"Shh," he coos, caressing your cheek. "Not so loud, doll."

You swallow a groan when he slaps your other cheek, the stinging lighting up the left side of your face, your sinuses flaring up. You open your eyes, feeling fat tears fall down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, sir," you say, swallowing spit that had pooled in your mouth. He smiles and plants a wet kiss on your lips.

"You're doing so good, baby doll," he assures you, caressing your neck with his silky fingers.

"I live to please you, sir," you say with a shaky breath. He groans and pulls back slowly. You ball your hands into tight fists as his cock lights up your insides with so much heat you feel smoke tickle your ass.

“Will you be showing up to my office with panty lines after today?” he asks when one hand is groping your breast and the other is caressing your cheek, pulling your face to look at his.

“No, sir,” you reply. His hips thrust up into you, and you shut your eyes as his hips shove your body up against the desk. Your wrists are rubbing against his tie, but that sharp sensation pales in comparison to his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. The ache in your stomach is fighting between the sharp twists and a sweet unraveling relief of the knots loosening. “Mr. Kim.”

You moan as he begins a slow in and out rhythm. His lips are on your neck with his hands pushing your body toward his, lifting your hips up and down slightly to build up better friction. Your eyes travel mindlessly around the walls of his office when you open your eyes, every thrust sending his sweet heat deep into you, lighting your nerves up with shaking heat.

He pulls away from your neck when he builds up to a faster rhythm. He leans back, his eyes focused on his cock pushing in and out of you. When your stomach is feeling like the starving ache is just starting to unravel, he stops, breathing heavily. He groans with his lips shut tight while you give out a soft moan when he pushes your hips up against his.

He hooks his arm under your left knee and brings your leg up to rest the bottom of your foot against the edge of the desk. You give out a soft cry, furrowing your eyebrows, sweat gliding down your temples and back as the sensation of his cock inside of you shifts. A dull throb is pulsating at the back of your throat. He bucks his hips up as he pulls your knee against his body, and you give out a mewl as you feel his cock hit your sweet spot. A sharp, intense heat hits your guts and chest and you shake against him, your vision blurring again.

He gives out a guffaw and groans with more chuckles as he begins a shallow rhythm. Every push in sends the intense heat into your body and you’re on the edge of an orgasm as your stomach is filled continually with his hot heat. All you can do is arch your back and wiggle in his hold as he wraps one arm up your back, pressing your chest up against him.

“Do I feel good?” he asks as the hand on your back pushes you tighter against him. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are as red as ever, wet, tempting you to kiss him.

“Yes sir,” you give out desperate pants. Your insides are shaking as you’ve never felt such a steady intense flow of heat coursing inside of you. His cock is filling you up so well you can barely speak coherently. “N-never ever fucked t-this good.”

You shut your eyes and moan when he pulls your body closer to him. The tie is tugging tightly at your wrists as he keeps pulling you toward him, your arms still stuck behind your back. The sharp pain in your wrists blends in with the heat and pressure of his cock continually hitting your sweet spot, making you mewl and whimper.

“Quiet,” he says, letting go of your back and clapping his hand over your mouth. You struggle to breathe through your nose, opening your eyes to see the blurry shape of Mr. Kim’s face. Nodding, you breathe desperately through your nose.

His lips are over yours, his hand resting on your thigh. You moan into his lips as your tongues are moving together in and out of each other’s mouths. You try to break the kiss as his thumb presses against your throbbing pink clit. His mouth is sucking on your lips, his tongue shoving aggressively into your mouth as you mewl into his lips. Saliva drips down your mouth and chin as you let him assault your mouth, your mind too weak to do anything.

Hot tears roll down your cheeks as you blink them away. Mr. Kim releases your lips and his eyes go down to look at him playing with your pussy. His right arm is still holding your leg up against his body with his left hand flicking your wet, aching clit, and his cock continues to drive up into you in fast shallow pushes.

“Come, baby doll,” he says softly, lifting his head up to make eye contact with you. He bends forward and plants a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. His hold on your leg tightens and he begins to rub his thumb against your clit in a circular motion. His handiwork sends fire straight to your nerves, making your body shake violently on his desk and against him. “Come for me, baby doll.”

“Seunghun!” you blurt out when your orgasm comes crashing down. Your hips buck erratically as Mr. Kim continues to fuck you. Your stomach hurts as your muscles constrict with sweet pain while his hard cock pushes against your writhing pussy walls.

“Shh, not so loud,” he says before stilling, pressing his thumb against your clit. You focus on the blood swimming in your head, making you dizzy. Your entire body is filled with utter bliss, and you don’t want it to end. Your nerves are swaying as if an ocean breeze is washing over you. “Doll.”

You open your eyes, the blissful breeze rolling around just under your skin. It’s creating goosebumps up your shoulders. The pain in your wrists are throbbing and your left knee is aching.

Blinking away the blurry tears, you look down to see Mr. Kim retrieving his cock from your heat. His hand pumps the length of his wet, thick cock, and he groans as ribbons of thick white come shoots out of his tip. You shiver as the hot heat of his come lands on your stomach, small splatters of it landing onto your bra, which had slipped down your arms, stretched and resting at your waist.

He releases you completely, your leg falling down heavily, and he takes a step back to look at the mess he made of you. Too fucked out to feel shame, you can only focus on his eyes drifting up and down your body. Heat hits your cheeks as you feel your insides warming up and squirming, your slick heat continuing to build inside of you.

“I’ll clean this up immediately, sir,” you pant out with heavy breaths. You lick your lips, uncomfortable with the dryness in your mouth.

“Let me enjoy how well you did today first,” he said with his usual patient, calm tone. His smile is sweet as the corner of his lips curve upwards and his eyes crinkle up. Your body is glowing in a gentle throbbing heat as Mr. Kim’s eyes travel up and down your body. “No more panties, doll, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

You shut your eyes with your head tilting into the air, your body lighting up in heat when Mr. Kim kisses your neck, his hands untying the knot that is holding your wrists together. He hums a low appreciative chuckle into your lips when you kiss him, giggling into his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, pushing your tongue against his lips. Your chest feels light and your mind is struggling to focus when his lips leave yours, his thumb stroking a soft touch against your cheek for a second.

“[Y/N],” he says as his hands wrap around your wrists, keeping your arms pressed against his body, “you called me informally again. How am I going to punish that disrespectful mouth of yours?”

[leedosbunnyboy]

About Me!

hi!! you can call me andrew or drew. i'm a libra, and i like music, all sorts of media, and writing. i write for male readers. this post is to show what i write for! you can find my masterlist here.

What I write for:

smut

male reader

poly

sub/dom/switch reader

bottom/top/verse reader

AUs

age gaps (both must be 18+)

What I don't write for:

incest

non-con

body waste kinks

beastiality/hybrids

little space

underage

Kpop

Groups

ATEEZ

CIX

ENHYPEN

KARD

NCT

ONEUS

P1Harmony

The Boyz

SEVENTEEN

Stray Kids

Zerobaseone

Solo

Kim Youngjo (RAVN)

Wonho

Woodz

TV

Seven Deadly Sins

Arthur Pendragon

Ban

Estarossa/Mael

Gilthunder

Hendrickson

Howzer

Meliodas

Monspiet

Zeldris

Naruto

Haku

Itachi Uchiha

Kakashi Hatake

Neji Hyuga

Sai

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Dragon Ball

Son Gohan

Demon Slayer

Akaza

Douma

Giyuu Tomioka

Kokushibou

Kyojuro Rengoku

Muzan Kibutsuji

Tanjiro Kamado

Tengen Uzui

Yoriichi

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Sam Winchester

Sweet Home

Cha Hyun-Su

Jung Jae-Heon

Pyeon Sang-Wook

All Of Us Are Dead

Cheongsan

Suhyeok

Wujin

Games

Pokémon

Adaman

Alain

Blue

Drayden

Drayton

Gold/Ethan

Leon

Marlon

N

Professor Kukui

Raihan

Red

Steven Stone

Volo

Genshin Impact

Arataki Itto

Tartagalia

Tohma

Zhongli

[sunflowersoonyoung]

requests - status: [ open ]

masterlist | about me | request here

Hi~! I’d love to write something that meets your fantasies!

I write anything: smut, fluff, angst, short hcs, etc. I specialise in smut, particularly with sub/dom and rougher themes. If there’s something on your mind, send it in! 

Please don’t request smut for idols below 18! I will delete it immediately!

If you submit a request, check my works in progress below to see if I’m working on it and where I’m up to. 

currently writing for :

girl groups :

aespa dreamcatcher gfriend (g)i-dle itzy oh my girl purple kiss

boy groups :

ateez cravity p1harmony (excluding jongseob & soul) pentagon seventeen vixx wei

groups coming soon :

pixy billlie bvndit

enhypen verivery stray kids cix txt

works in progress (in order of priority) :

» university au!seongmin x fem!reader | fluff, angst, suggestive | planning stages - requested your close friend seongmin gets jealous when you start getting close to his friend group.

» dom!allen x fem!reader | smut | planning stages - requested your boyfriend allen gets worried about you when you come home late. he makes sure to take care of you when you do get home.

» sub!hongseok x gn!reader | smut | planning stages - requested

» jungmo x gn!reader | smut | planning stages - requested

» minhee x gn!reader | fluff, smut | planning stages requested

» dom!yuju x fem!reader | smut | planning stages - requested 

» vampire!shinwon x fem!reader x vampire!yanan | fluff, angst, smut, horror themes | series | requested

you’re the only maid that’s stuck around with them, because you refuse to look beneath the surface. by the time you finally do look, it’s too late for you to leave.

rules (tw!) :

» no underage idols

» only fem!idol x fem!reader, fem!idol x gn!reader, male!idol x fem!reader and male!idol x gn!reader

» i'm uncomfortable with certain fetishes (ask first, be respectful if I reject you)

 » no scenarios containing self harm or suicidal ideation (if you need to reach out please come to me in private or call a local hotline, but I will not write anything containing these topics)

 » no scenarios containing sexual a**ault or topics in that vein

 » no scenarios containing eating disorders

[foenixs]

Outbursts of Lust

note: cix is making me way too horny, so there's a bunch of content for them on the way

word count: 705

includes- sub!Yonghee x dom!gn!reader, light corruption kink, anal fingering, pegging, scratching

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Yonghee wiggles on the bed excitedly, holding his legs apart for you to lie between.

“Will you make me feel good again?”, he babbles with wonder, his hopeful eyes shining up at you like crystals.

“Yes, baby”, you promise as you let your lube covered fingers glide down his dick, which was growing towards his stomach with every touch.

As your wet digits smoothly circle his rim, Yonghee whimpers out, instinctively biting down on his lower lip. His high-pitched moans are like flowers that bloom your heart.

He digs his nails into his thighs as you slowly push one finger into him, curling it as you drag it along his walls.

“Like this, baby?”

“Mhm, need- need more-…”, he pants quickly, letting his tongue dart out of his mouth.

Granting him a second digit, Yonghee finds it harder to hold his grip on his thighs as his arms begin to shake from the increased pleasure.

You rock your fingers back and forth, scissoring him open until he is writhing on the covers, his sweat covered back dampening the sheets. When you deem him loose enough, you retreat your fingers, an empty Yonghee crying out in yearning.

You grip onto his thighs, where his hands just were, throwing one of his arms over your shoulder to keep you close to him, his other hand resting on your chest in search for your speeding pulse.

Letting your strap tease his entrance Yonghee pushes his ass against you as best as he can, and you chuckle at his cute nature.

He harshly smacks his hand against your chest as you startle him by thrusting into him with a quick motion.

“Fu-“, he stops himself mid-sentence, knowing you’d scold him for cursing out.

You pick up a gentle pace, slow but deep and he drags both of his hands down your back in desperation as each thrust rids him further of his self-control. He wanted more, he needed more, no matter how wrecked he already was.

The digging of his nails into your skin makes you furrow your brows in pain, the stinging sensation encouraging you to speed up. As you slam your hips into the trembling boy, he lets his hands rest in your hair, the texture giving him a false sense of stability.

He yanks on your hair with every sharp thrust, so hard you’d assume he’d do it on purpose, but as your eyes dart over his exhausted body you notice just how lost and ruined he is, unable to control his outbursts of lust.

This intense feeling of pleasure was still new to him, but he soon got addicted to its affect, begging on and on for you to go faster.

“So good”, he gurgles as drool drips down his chin and you lean down to lick it up for him.

His small hand grips onto the back of your neck as he nears his high, yelping out at a particularly sharp thrust that makes your strap brush against his prostate. You abuse his sweet spot for all that it’s worth, knowing he wouldn’t last a minute now.

He shakes his head against the pillows, not wanting for your warmth to leave him, but he can’t stop his stomach from tensing up, his sperm spurting onto his soft skin as he cums all over himself.

Clinging onto you like a monkey his limbs shake around your torso as he rides through the waves of his high, his moans becoming quieter as he slowly calms down.

You leave a soft kiss on his forehead, allowing for the embrace to linger on as you rest yourself on his chest.

He rocks you back and forth, his fingers gliding over the scars he left on your back and you slightly hiss from the pain.

“Did I do that?”, he worries in fear, scared of himself for hurting his favourite person.

“Yes, baby, you’re quite the kitten scratching me like that”, you joke, but he gulps down in genuine regret,” don’t worry, kitten, I like it. In fact, it’s what keeps me going.”

“Okay, good”, he smiles, as he pulls you in even closer and the warmth that entangles you makes you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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taglist: @mellowriting @edolieeh

[yoongiboongipoongi]

thinking again…

warning smut!

lemme know who yall imagine w this cuz im interested

main character has an innocent nerdy boyfriend who is actually a freaky freak in the sheets 🙈

im going to replace main character w mirae just to shorten and the boyfriend is A

mirae thinks she has the most innocent boyfriend ever. she first met him at the school park where he was studying while eating a big sandwhich. his cheeks were filled with food and his legs were swinging back and forth. he was the most perfect thing mirae had ever seen. she had always wanted an innocent boy she could corrupt.

present day, you guys are dating. he still gets flustered a bit when you touch him. you just wanted to devour him every time he look at you with his cute doe eyes.

fast forwards cause im too impatient to write a proper story:

mirae invites A over to her house to watch some movies (she had no intention to watch movies)

then theres a couple drinks, some light touches, some caresses…

then BOOM sex !! yay!

mirae takes the dominant role at first, pinning him down and kissing him down his chest. A’s tension is so high but the moment she touches the buttons of his shirt, he just decides to let loose.

i am wildly attracted to the hot nerdy boy look, with the glasses, messy hair, body, everything. it’s just so hot amirite?

he immediately moves her so that now hes on top

and now hes like degrading her and shit like “oh so this is what you meant by watching movies huh?”

and she never knew until now that under his hoodies and button up shirts, he has a great sculpted body. his shoulders are wide and he has a prominent v line. and mirae atp is just drunk on the feeling of him kneading her breasts while he leaves love bites everywhere.

now i just know his dick is big 😩😩 his thrusts are rapid and rough, basically drilling her into the bed. he has a secure grip on her neck, while the other hand is harshly gripping her thigh.

theres just something i love abt men who have completely opposite personalities in bed (referencing my last post)

anyways, hes still always her innocent nerdy boyfriend in public, until she pisses him off

now i just know angry sex will be amazing

even with his laptop bag and nerdy clothing hes still dragging her to a restroom stall to fuck her. now just imagine A with messy hair, angry stern expression, glasses, button up shirt thats buttoned down to expose his abs and chest, and his pants pulled down just enough to let his hard dick out. he pounds into her, not letting her even catch her breath.

then imagine them coming out and going to some math competition or some shit HAHAH

who are you guys seeing here? im honestly seeing heeseung from enhypen and wonwoo from seventeen. maybe mark from nct too

[the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual]

Planned Works/Ideas for October

Hello everyone, as I mentioned previously I’ve been working on some stuff. I also have been feeling very inspired as of late and will be writing some more. I wanted to get this October started off right so here is a list of some things that will be coming your way hopefully sooner than later. I don't feel comfortable giving exact dates because as I've mentioned before certain factors can cause my writing schedule to be sporadic (also why I will not be participating in kinktober) Since some ideas are more developed than others his list will be separated into three categories:

Full ideas

People/characters who will be getting works

Ideas/tropes that I want to write about

Let's Begin!

First up here are the fully developed ideas that are in progress.

Yoon Hyunsuk (Cix)

Nerd!Hyunsuk x Popular!reader (college au)

The tall, shy, handsome, boy who sits behind you in every class you share has a secret. Like many other people on campus, he was hopelessly in love with you. It began three years ago, freshman year, and every day it only got stronger. Over the years this has led him to do some… questionable things he's not a bad guy by any means he's just an awkward college boy in love. At first, it was innocent just sitting behind you in classes that you shared. He hoped that this would give him some time to gain some confidence to talk to you while still remaining close to you. He really didn’t mean to begin eavesdropping on your conversations or reading your texts over your shoulder, he just wanted to learn more about you before he approached you. But as time went on the worse he got from smelling your hair to following you around campus to lurking your socials to finally finding your dorm room. He told himself that he was just trying to return a jacket you left in class so he racked his brain for all of the information he “gathered” and remembered your room number. It was just supposed to be a quick drop off of the jacket he played out the scenario in his head a thousand times. knock on the door, tell you he picked it up when you forgot it, give it to you, and leave. But, when he knocked on the door it opened slightly you weren’t there but you left it cracked indicating that you would be back soon. The change in circumstances caused him to panic and so he decided to just go in and drop it on your bed as opposed to waiting at your door for you. As soon as he fully entered the room the door closed behind him and after folding your jacket placing it on your bed he goes to leave. Turns out you left your door cracked for a reason, he twists the knob and pulls with all his might but he can’t get it opened. The door jammed and he’s stuck in your room. Before he even gets the chance to panic he hears you right outside the door.

Request

Klaus Mikaelson (TVD/The Originals)

Cursed!KlausxSoulmate!Reader

Klaus kills a woman. Unbeknownst to him, this woman was the soulmate of a powerful witch. In revenge the witch curses him vowing that the day Klaus finds his soulmate they will be made immortal but their soul would be removed leaving an eternal one-sided soulmate connection where Klaus is completely connected to them ( can only love and desire them, unable to hurt or kill them, able to see their thoughts and feel their emotions/pain.etc) but they have no connection to him. The witch finally takes the only reverse to the spell to the grave with him and his wife leaving nobody else to break the spell. The story will center around an interesting toxic yet slightly romantic relationship between Klaus and the reader where over years they are continuously on and off again. Klaus does everything to get the reader to love and stay with him and the reader uses this to their advantage. When they’re together its great but when they’re apart things never go well. In the end, the reader can always leave him but he can never leave them so he takes any measure to keep them by his side.

Choi Soobin (TXT)

Sub!SoobinxDom catgirl!reader

The Cat Owns You Part 2

After returning home from the café Soobin you’re finally able to transform. Now being human you keep up a nice façade for the evening eating dinner and watching television peacefully. Having you around for these few hours has him believing he made the right decision after a while he took you to your room before retiring to his own for the night. He drifts off to sleep happily thinking that he found a simple way to fix his loneliness issue a cute catgirl who resides in the room beside his. Nothing could have prepared him for what would happen a few hours later. Waking up to feel his hands and legs in an uncomfortable position he tries to adjust himself but he can’t, opening his eyes to look he realizes that he’s tied to the 4 sides of his bedpost. Before he can question what’s happening he sees you making your way toward him with the collar he purchased earlier in your hands. You notice that he’s awake but continue on fastening the collar around his throat before positioning yourself to sit on him, straddling his spread body “(Y/N) what’s going on” he asks trying to sound stern but it comes out as more of a whisper as the reality of his situation really begins to set in affecting his body in a way he didn’t expect. “Shhh don’t worry I’ll take care of you” you whisper in his ear sending a shiver through his body. Every second that passes he can feel his resolve fading he knows that he wants whatever is about to happen and soon he won’t be able to say no you know this too. He quickly yet unconvincingly rushes out “ no you can’t do this” causing you to chuckle “ Yes I can, I can do whatever I want you signed the papers” before he can ask what you mean you continue “I own you”

Up next here are some muses that I will be writing about once I find the perfect ideas for them:

Garou (Genshin Impact)

Nejire Kamado (My Hero Academia)

Mina Ashido (My Hero Academia)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

Kazutora Hanemiya (Tokyo Revengers)

Choi Beomgyu (TXT)

Choi Chanhee (The Boyz)

Jeong Jaehyun (NCT)

Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Wonho (Soloist)

Sunmi (soloist)

Sana (twice)

Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Buckey Barnes (MCU)

Hela Odinson(MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

And finally here are some ideas for works (I’m thinking of making a proper prompt list but for now you can request any of these ideas with a muse from above and I will try to fulfill it. Just make sure to specify what type of story you want (fluff, smut, angst, general hcs, drabbles, etc):

Reader is an evil sorcerer and the muse is their loyal familiar

Reader is a succubus and muse is a charge that keeps summoning them

Reader is like Hades and muse is like Persephone

Female Knight reader saves prince muse

Criminal reader goes yandere for normal muse

Opposites attract the big, scary, cold reader and soft cute muse

Muse who is a twitch streamer by day and a camgirl/boy by night

Reader is a Sugar mommy and muse is one of their many sugar babies it starts off fine but then muse falls in love and wants to be readers only one

Dom reader x fem switch muse x sub male muse

Ruler reader x harem

Reader is mean to everyone but muse

Smart tsundere reader dating clingy affectionate himbo/bimbo muse

Fem Joker type reader x male Harley type muse

Reader is an engineer who finds robot muse and fixes them

Vampire queen reader and yandere muse servant who wants to be readers walking blood bag

Hero reader saves muse from a yandere and muse becomes yandere

Demon reader x angel muse

A muse who keeps trying to kill a reader that they don’t know is invulnerable reader knows muse is trying to kill them but doesn’t stop them because they think it’s cute.

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

💫Rules & Guidelines 💫

Hello and welcome to my blog! (I recognize that my blog was made in Febuary and I only just now decided to put up rules/guidelines but we're gonna ignore that lol) As I mentioned in my description this is a sub!idol blog so I only write for dom!reader, if you are uncomfortable with that than you can leave. I also don't write for people in relationships, so if you're looking for Dawn (Ptg (tho he left so not really but-)) then you are in the wrong place. With that out of the way, you can call me Jazzy and I will write for female readers, male readers, and gender neutral readers (tho I realize almost all of the ones I've written are fem!reader so I apologize >~<). If you are frequently on my blog feel free to talk to me (you can talk anonymously of course and if you show up often go ahead and claim an emoji :)). I do want to recognize that if anyone tries to go out of their way to insult me or my writing or I feel like you are purposefully attacking me I will not respond and I'll just delete the ask so you can try but it won't really do you any good :/

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I will not write:

Sub!reader

People in relationships (already mentioned this but here it is again)

Knife play

Angst (I might add something slightly angsty to a a story but it will always end with fluff cause I don't want my stories to be sad)

No ships (I will write idol x reader or idol x idol x reader for a threesome but not just idol x idol)

Smut for idols under the age of 19

ABO fics (I don't really understand how they work and they just don't do it for me unless it's specific people :/)

I might forget some things here but if I remember them I'll put them down or if anybody asks for something I'm uncomfortable with I'll just say no, so please don't get mad if I don't accept the request 🥺😖

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Here are all of the groups I write for, and I haven't written one for all of them yet so if you don't see someone on the Masterlist, that is why.

A.C.E

Ateez

CIX

Cravity (Only legal members)

Day6

Got7

iKON

MCND (only legal members)

Monsta X

Oneus

Pentagon

Seventeen

Stray Kids (Only Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin)

The Boyz

VAV

Victon

VIXX

Wonho (I put him apart from Monsta X cause he isn't apart of them anymore but I will still add him to Monsta X reactions for all members)

This list will grow as I learn of more groups but for the moment this is all. (As you can see I also tend to be leaning toward boy groups so don't expect too many girl groups to be added to this list even tho I'm bi and girl leaning irl)

I think that's everything so please enjoy my blog while you are here and I'll just leave off with the anons I have (not really any right now but I'll add to the list if I end up getting more and you can come back up here to see which ones are taken if you want one)

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- 🍮 anon

- gemsofkpop anon

- 🐇 anon

- hey-ho anon

- 🌰 anon

- demon anon

- ✂️ anon

- 🌻 anon

- pretty anon

- bestie anon

- bee anon

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[fuckedurbias]

masterlist!!

RULES (please always check this before requesting)

PENDING LIST (please check here to see what upcoming writings i have, and to see if your request is on there or not!)

DRABBLE PROMPTS (one of those number things with quotes of them for drabbles, i will b doing this one until most of them have been done and then will change it around to another one!)

A-Z SMUT ANALYSIS TAG (an a-z list of how the selected idol would be in bed and things they’d do)

groups that i write about:

ATEEZ:

seonghwa;

boyfriend!seonghwa (christmas special)

hongjoong;

a-z smut analysis

BTS:

dom vs subs vs switches

bts kinks 

jimin;

student!jimin + teacher!reader - scenario (smut)

drunk + best friend!jimin confesses - scenario (smut)

jeongguk;

makeupartist!reader + idol jk (smut)

THE BOYZ:

jacob;

boyfriend!jacob (quarantine edition)

juyeon;

boyfriend!juyeon (quarantine edition)

kevin;

boyfriend!kevin (quarantine edition)

CIX:

jinyoung;

superhero!baejin pt.1

superhero!baejin pt.2

DAY6: (no more jae)

day6 kinks 

what sex position day6 prefers 

making out with day6 headcanons

reactions;

if their partner had more chub/stretch marks (not actual reaction tho ;-;)

their partner asking for shower sex 

jae;

cuddling with jae headcanons

better better - scenario (day6 as day6 songs; fluff)

sungjin;

cuddling with sungjin headcanons

afraid - scenario (day6 as day6 songs; au/angst)

brian;

cute date gets interrupted - scenario (fluffy af + angst)

wonpil;

a-z smut analysis 

GOLCHA:

golcha as types of kisses!

GOT7:

reactions;

angry sex (not rlly a reaction, more like short scenarios for each member)

mark; 

a-z smut analysis

bambam;

a-z smut analysis 

youngjae;

happy birthday - scenario (smut + little fluff)

yugyeom:

a-z smut analysis

iKON: (including hanbin)

mtl likely to date a foreigner 

ikon kinks

hanbin;

boyfriend!hanbin 

MONSTA X:

dom vs sub vs switch 

mx kinks

shownu;

do you think im careless?  - drabble (angst)

won’t be long - scenario (angst + fluff)

kihyun;

enemies to lovers (but not really) - scenario (angst + smut)  

hyungwon;

i do love you - drabble (angst)

what an awkward situation - drabble (fluff)

a-z smut analysis 

jooheon;

boyfriend!heonie 

NCT: (no lucas)

127:

 johnny;

boyfriend!johnny

two piece - scenario (fluff)  

mark;

boyfriend!mark

DREAM:

chenle;

bestfriend!chenle

ONEUS:

reaction to s/o stealing their clothes

reaction to s/o teasing them in front of members

P1HARMONY:

- no writings as of yet

SEVENTEEN:

cuddling w svt series; 1 (perf. team) | 2 (hh team) | 3 (vocal team)

first kiss w svt series; 1 (hh team) | 2 (vocal team) | 3 (perf. team)

junhui;

can we go home already? - scenario (smut)

summer, but with you - scenario (fluff + smut)

mingyu;

a-z smut analysis

hansol;

boyfriend!hansol

chan;

boyfriend!channie 

STRAY KIDS:

bang chan;

ghostin’ - scenario/drabble (angst)

felix;

boyfriend!lix

TO1: (no longer writing for)

chihoon; 

anniversary - drabble (fluff)

chan;

valentines day - drabble (fluff)

TXT:

- no writings as of yet

[yoongiboongipoongi]

hiii <3

welcome to my page! here’s some information:

you can call me mirae :]

dom + sub reader fics and blurbs 

i write smut and fluff (i love angst but im so bad at writing it lol)

i don’t accept fanfiction requests at the moment :((

some groups I write about: 

ateez, stray kids, cix, bts, nct, wanna one (ik theyre disbanded shut up), x1 (ik theyre disbanded dont make me cry), enhypen, txt, and more if i feel like it lol 

MASTERLIST

anons:

🗿anon, 🎬 anon, 🐉 anon, 👩‍🦲anon, 🐺 anon, 🍒anon, 🌽 anon

[foenixs]

Can I please request sex with cix 🖤🖤

Sex with CIX

note: it's time to dig this out of the forgotten chamber and release it to the world

to the person who sent in the asks: pls don't spam my inbox, it makes me wanna write even less!

includes- sub!CIX x dom!reader, fingering, pegging, handjob, corruption kink, mommy/daddy kink, hickeys/marking, choking, sex toys

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Byounggon

very shy in the beginning, because he doesn’t really know what he is doing but is too embarrassed to admit it

focusses more on pleasing you and making you happy because he isn’t ready for you to see him in such a vulnerable state (aka. he’s afraid to cum in a matter of seconds as soon as you touch him)

gets hard within seconds of you laying your hand on his crotch (you don’t even need to move it; the simple touch will get his imaginations spinning)

enjoys getting fingered but gets all red and nervous when it comes to pegging, his favourite thing to receive are handjobs

loves lazy sex on cuddled up Sunday afternoons or post practice tension relievers

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Seunghun

always horny, always needy, always a hoe for you

loves to tease you by randomly pulling on his shirt to expose the tan skin that lies beneath (he knows how much that makes you want to bite him, and he does not object to that idea)

sends you pictures of him in lingerie when you’re at work and can never quite keep his hands to himself, even when you two are in public

is up for anything and will want to try everything; loves using toys but gets easily bored, so he wants you to surprise him with new kinks and gadgets all the time

doesn’t really like putting in work (unless it’s oral, this guy practically lives between your legs), he just wants to be bent over and fucked from behind 24/7

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Yonghee

has a corruption kink and loves to be treated like an inexperienced pup (eventho you’re not his first partner)

easily falls into sub space and gets very shy and even more innocent (enjoys being a little in and outside of the bedroom)

is a bit scared of pain so a hard dom would intimidate him, wants everything to be warm and cosy and safe

loves it when you randomly play with his cock while he watches cartoons or takes a nap

calls you mommy/daddy and clings onto you all day (he just needs skin ship to feel loved)

loves it when you kiss his mole and call him your cute Babyboy

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Jinyoung

very good with his fingers, and I mean VERY (will massage your g spot/rub your tip until your legs are shaking, and his hand is covered in your cum)

loves to be as close as possible to you (wraps his arms around your torso as you ride him; clings onto you like a monkey when you slowly bury your length inside of him)

is obsessed with hickeys and takes photos each morning of the purple marks you left all over his body, doesn’t even try to hide them with make up or his clothes

occasionally he’ll ask to wear a cockring or a small buttplug, but usually prefers it as “natural” and raw as possible

likes the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, the slight pressure that makes his breath hitch in his throat but is not enough to choke him drives him positively mad

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Hyunsuk

very ticklish, starts to giggle as you kiss down his neck and finds it very hard to keep a straight face during sex (you’ll have to find a way to just roll with it and see it as a reassurance that he’s having a good time)

loves to get fingered but is too shy to ask for it, isn’t one to initiate sex in general

curls up and bites down on a pillow, to not alert the other members of your naughty activities, but no amount of feathers can swallow up this boy’s loud and high pitched moans

a very thankful pillow princess; not particularly good at giving (mainly because he thinks he can’t please you/is too inexperienced to make you feel good)

wants you to just play with his dick as if it’s your possession (you could even tie a ribbon to his tip with the imprint “owned by…”)

wants to cuddle before, during and after

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