#sub yeosang

[kp-alice]

Romantic greed (the best kind). | sub!Yeosang smut

Word count: 1 191

Warnings: pegging, sub!yeosang x condescending!dom!reader (they're both into it, it's okay), the slightest bit of what could be considered a corruption kink (nothing creepy, though, obv), begging, slightly fluffy during some parts.

A/N: So, uh... this fic was not planned at all, lol. I'm currently working on a few longer fics which aren't anywhere near finished, but today I had the displeasure of listening to two insanely racist, homophobic and just generally ignorant people talking loudly on the train for two hours straight, and somehow my annoyance turned into this. Don't ask me how, the frustration just made me want to fuck a man, okay,?? Yeah, that's pretty much it. Hope you enjoy!!

A/N 2: Btw, this is part of a small event I did on both this blog and my other, more sfw one, @seohwang! Go check it out if you're interested in some Jongho fluff ♥

The bed rocked back and forth with your powerful thrusts, the bed frame grazing against the wall every now and then. Accompanying the squeaking of the cheap wood were Yeosang's breathy moans, sounding like absolute heaven to your ears. He was clutching the pillow in front of him as tightly as he could, occasionally burying his face into it to muffle any wanton whimpers. His back was arched just the way you liked it, showcasing his beautiful broad back with muscle rippling all over. You would have taken a picture if you could, the scene was so pretty. Oh well. For now, all you could do was burn the image in front of you into your memory and grip his hips even tighter.

Yeosang keened as you leaned over his back to whisper into his ear, the change in angle hitting all the right spots in him.

"Roll over for me, handsome."

He bit his lip at your words, feeling the blush already tinting his cheeks get even deeper. He'd never admit it, but he loved it when you treated him like eye candy. Just a little boy toy for you to indulge in. Not that you needed him to admit anything, his reactions to the pet names you'd throw his way were more than enough.

Feeling you pull out of him, Yeosang shuddered, forcing his limbs to cooperate. With weak arms and legs, he flipped over, instinctively spreading his legs for you to slot your body between them. And when you did so, he couldn't help but let out a calm, content sigh. The sight of you like this, leaned over his sluggish yet excited body with your equally as tired but aroused one, buzzing with love and eagerness to make the both of you feel as good as possible, was nothing short of breath-taking. He didn't care about what society deemed the right, conventional way of lovemaking. Because in this moment, and even afterwards as he'd likely be recalling this over and over in his head, everything just felt so right. He was yours and you were his, inside and out.

His hazy thoughts of adoration were halted, however, as he felt something prod at him again. His excitement quickly turned to confusion, though, as he realized it wasn't your strap this time. Though initially similar in shape, he noticed it was much thinner yet warmer. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of your two fingers just as they began slipping inside of him.

Yeosang let out a teary, malcontent whine, feeling the slowly building orgasm in him stagnate. "Wait, no! I want- I need your cock in me, please!" he begged, grinding down on your hand to chase after the dwindling pleasure. "I was getting so close, please please please, I need more than this!"

Your core ached hearing him beg, and his thrusts against your palm certainly weren't helping. Despite his hole already being prepped and fucked loose, you could still feel every clench of him around your fingers, only adding to your unending arousal. Leaning over him even more, you looked down at him in faux remorse, contrasting the way your hand started pushing even harder into him. "But I want to feel you some more, hun," you explained with a fake, patronizing pout, "the strap is fun and all, but I can't feel you squeezing me with it nearly as much as I can like this. I need to know I'm making my boy feel good, right?"

Yeosang whimpered at your explanation, knowing you weren't going to budge until he'd give in to your game. With one hand clutching the pillow under his head again, he brought the other down to his twitching, neglected cock. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around it, looking up to gauge your reaction. When you didn't say anything, he slowly began stroking himself, huffing a strained breath from finally getting at least a fraction of the pleasure he so craved.

But even then, his hand and your fingers curling inside of him just weren't enough.

"Y/N, please," he began again, suppressing all shame churning his stomach as he conceded at last. "Please, I really- fuck! I need it! Please fuck me again, I promise you can use your fingers on me later but I-" a suppressed cry slipped past his lips and his hips bucked up as you hit his prostate dead-on, "I really need to cum right now."

The moment he saw your smirk, he knew he was done for.

"Aww, you need to cum?" You asked condescendingly, to which he nodded abashedly. "And my fingers just aren't doing it anymore, are they? You need something more, huh," you adjusted your hand, fingers reaching just a little deeper now, "something bigger," scissoring the two digits, you felt Yeosang shiver again, "my cock."

Closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, he nodded vehemently, already getting excited again just at the thought of it. You chuckled at his response, unable to hide your genuine, giddy smile. Luckily, Yeosang couldn't see your facade breaking, too busy willing the blazing hot blush off his face and chest.

"I've really spoiled you, haven't I?" You asked rhetorically, curling your fingers inside of him a few more times before finally sliding out. "You used to get all sensitive and shy whenever you'd ask me to finger you, and look at you now."

Yeosang let out a small sniffle at your words, which quickly turned to a gasp as he finally felt the blunt tip of your strap press up against his clenching hole again.

"Now you're begging me to fuck you with my bigger strap because not even the other one can satisfy you anymore."

Yeosang whimpered as you finally slid back home, hands flying up and around your neck to hold on for dear life as you quickly returned to your original, rough pace.

Noticing he was too distracted by you inside of him to keep stroking himself, you decided to help him out with your free hand, the other holding tightly onto his hip.

Yeosang cried out weakly at the added stimulation, brain starting to fog over from the onslaught of pleasure. His nails dug into your back as you jostled him up on the bed with your thrusts, leaving pretty marks he knew you both would be marveling at in the mirror later.

"...but guess what, Sangie," you suddenly spoke up again, bringing your boyfriend out of his thoughts just as his mind was starting to get a little too hazy.

Taking a few shallow breaths, he dared his voice to answer, "w-what?"

Yeosang squealed the moment you fully leaned over him, resting your chest against his as you drove your strap right into his g-spot. His eyes squeezed shut at the electrifying feeling and he buried his face into your neck to breathe you in while his legs wrapped around your torso. His hands were still clutching onto you tightly, the tremble in them worsening the closer he got to his long-awaited orgasm of the night.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Thank you so much for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!! <3

[ateezscupid]

𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗼 ★

warnings - sub!yeosang, switch!reader, unprotected sex, nsfw link (twt), sangie is pussy drunk, he’s also a whiny baby, praise, mentions of masturbation

i feel like this wasn’t as good as my others, but i’ve been having you guys wait for too long!

imagine this was yeosang?

He’s been waiting for you to come home since the moment you walked through the front door. It would be an over exaggeration to say you guys hadn’t had sex in weeks; it has only been a few days. Reason being: you’ve been occupied with work and he’s been too shy to ask.

So this morning when you left, the feeling hit him like a train trying to go through a too-small tunnel. He could barely make his way back to the bedroom.

He took it upon himself to deal with his urges even though it was difficult. You two didn’t own any sex toys so all he had was a hand and his pillow. For a good hour, he was in your shared bedroom thrusting into his hand. By the end he was sensitive and could barely move from the sheets. It was also then that you came home.

You allowed him to do whatever he pleased with your body, even if it meant using you like a fleshlight. As soon as you dropped your bags you two got rid of the majority of your clothes and went on the bed.

“Yeo…” you moaned with every thrust. “g-good boy, fuck…”

Yeosang could barely keep his eyes open, hunched over your body and pounding into you. He was using your body as if it were putty but still tried to be gentle with you. He didn’t want to break you. The only thing he thought about all day was being inside of you feeling your walls clench around his cock. He wanted to see your face contort into pleasure while he whines your name in your ear.

“Love you, I love you, s’good…” Yeosang moaned in your ear as he slowed his hips down, readjusting himself and shoving his face in your neck then continuing to thrust.

“S-Sangie!” tired moans ripped from your throat, legs flailing in the air as he pounded you into oblivion.

“Gonna fill you up,” he mumbled quietly. “w-wanna make you full..”

[yuyuonabeat]

I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him I wanna peg him.

Submissive little slut. Dirty puppy likes getting his ass stuffed and eaten out.

[ateez-main-yapper]

So THIS is what the sweater pics were for 🫠😄

I absolutely needed this today and I love you so much for always writing the boys as subs so good 😌 but also I hate you so much dee I'm melting into this uncomfortable ass futon why is he so AHDBAJSVAJDBAKDBkdbskdhdjfhdksbdj *sobbing noises*

NSFW BLOG | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: sometimes cuddles aren't enough for good boys after they've had a long day

pairing: sub!yeosang x female!reader

genre: smut | non-idol au

rating: 18+

word count: 0.7k

content/warnings: pet names (baby, good boy), mommy kink, oral (f receiving)

notes: yes this is two fics in one day. no don't get used to it.

You were reading in bed, snuggled up in your pj’s, back propped up on the headboard. It was a typical evening in your quiet apartment. The window was open to let in a nice breeze. The sun had set two hours ago, leaving you just drowsy enough to be able to relax. 

Only one thing was missing.

Lucky for you, he showed up right at your bedroom door as soon as you started to miss him. His brown hair fell right above his eyes, and his sweater hung loosely over his hands. He had a soft little pout on his face that made your heart swoon, wordlessly begging to climb into bed with you.

“Come here, baby,” you spoke assertively but void of any aggression. Just giving orders to your good boy knowing they’d be followed without any defiance.

His lips curved into a soft smile before he crawled into the bed. Staying on top of your blankets but still laying his head on your tummy. You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, freshly cleaned and dried after his shower. 

You cooed as a shudder coursed through his spine when you scratched your nails along his scalp, “Are you tired, Sangie?” He nodded against your stomach but he seemed a bit restless, “What do you need, baby?”

You looked down to your tummy to see him looking up at you with big eyes, “Mommy…”

Chuckling and raising an eyebrow, you scolded him lightly, “I thought mommy told you you needed to be more specific than that.”

He reached a hand up to palm at one of your thighs, looking up at you expectantly, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response.

“Please, mommy. I wan–I want your legs arou–around my face,” he gasped between practically every letter, and you could see him subtly trying to grind into the mattress. 

“Yeah? You wanna eat mommy out?” He nodded.

You ran another hand through his tousled hair, “Ok, baby. Take whatever you need.

Sometimes you were worried he couldn’t breathe with your legs around his head so tight. But he kept moving. His tongue never stopped moving over your clit and borderline fucking your pussy. Your toes curled into his back as he ate you out with such need.

You kept your hand tangled in his hair, muttering little praises to him because you knew they built up his confidence. And you loved when his big arms pressed your thighs closer to his face.

“Good boy~” you praised. Letting him whimper into your cunt at the sound of your voice, “You always know how to make mommy feel so good, Sangie.” 

You deliberately scratched at his scalp again to listen to him groan. “Oh my pretty boy,” you muttered as you watched him.

His head moving up and down in a steady rhythm. His arms so tightly wrapped around your thighs. The way he thought you didn’t notice how his hips rolled into the mattress every time you praised him.

It didn’t get much better than this, your pretty baby doing everything he could to make you feel good. He didn’t even have to add a finger for you to start feeling an orgasm coming on. 

But you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be the first, because as the minutes went on he started grinding harder and harder into your mattress. And you watched as he snuck a hand past the waistband of his sweatpants. Normally, this would be a punishable offense. But you were feeling nice today (and you wanted to watch him cum all over himself).

“You’re close. Aren’t you, baby?” 

He locked eyes with you through his hair, only whining into your pussy in response. 

“Oh, you’re too precious.” You coddled him just a bit, “Can you come with mommy?”

His tongue on your clit and the hand in his pants started working harder together in tandem. And you felt the familiar pressure build up in your belly. You grasped his hair tightly and suffocated him into your thighs as you came all over his face.

And nearly cried between your legs as he came all over himself in his shorts. Tears formed in his eyes but never fell.

You took a second to catch your breath before speaking, “Come here, baby.” And you pulled him up and let him burrow his head in your neck. Your hands scraped through his hair another time. “So good for mommy.”

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[yun-fangz]

saw a tik tok and had to screenshot it because, well...... you see. something in me twitched. 😊

who in ateez?

me personally i'm thinking san!! but im a thorough sub!jongho enthusiast so i want to say him too. 😆

[hw4-l1z]

ateez headcanons for a top m reader who's fairly noisy during sex?

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Gotta love a vocal man

Sub!ateez x Verse!m!reader

Cw: scratching// reader is a bit of a submissive top in this ig// blowjobs//

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Seonghwa

He really never expected it from you when you first started letting out more noises

You'd be quite shy to do it the first few times whilst having sex with him

But over time the more comfortable you felt with him especially in as sexual setting, the less you held back.

The first time he heard you let out a loud, drawn out moan when you came inside him he couldn't help but blush so hard whilst shooting his load on himself right after.

He praised you on how attractive your moans were and encouraged you to let them slip next time

So you did

Moans spilling from your lips everytime his walls squeeze around you.

He come to realize that this whole time you were VERY vocal but just never let it out

He gets off on your moans everytime, he's OBSESSED.

Hongjoong

Clearly your cock was very sensitive by the way you become a moaning mess with him

He really never expected it at all since your usually quite quiet and have a tough demeanor

But boy he was wrong

You let out the prettiest noises he's ever heard

He actually told you that you should make moaning audios and post then cause people would love it but you'd feel too awkward to record them and post it online.

You'd send some privately to him though but only when you're feeling veryyy horny and aren't thinking straight and gain some sort of confidence.

Yunho

You were both so loud honestly

You'd have to make sure no other members were around whenever you guys wanted to fuck cause yous knew it would traumatize them.

He loves when you tuck your head into his shoulder and just let out muffled moans and whines.

It was honestly straight out a porno with you two

His brain would melt at the noises you made when he was giving you head

Gripping onto his hair, your head thrown back as you let out the most fucked out moans and whimpers

Your tip is especially sensitive and yunho knows this so he likes to pay as much attention to it as he can just to see the way you strangle out moans.

Yeosang

It makes him blush so much when you get loud

He knows it's because of how good he's making you feel and he can't help but feel proud yet shy about it

The low grunts and growls to the louder sharp moans you let out when you cum. Sends shivers down his spine.

Sometimes you can sound almost animalistic and god it turns him on so much

His fingernails are clawing at your back as you growl into his ear lowly

Even your moans have some rasp and growl to them

He can't get enough of them.

San

Same thing with yunho, he's loud asf too

Honestly you wouldn't be able to tell which one of you is being fucked

His moans are more whiny and pathetic whereas yours are more low and sometimes aggressive??

You can sound pathetic at times but that's only if you're being overstimulated cause san is basically in heat and riding every last drop of cum out your cock

But you can't deny you love those moments

He's just so pent up and horny so he drags you to your shared room and practically pounces on your dick

His body is red with heat and his skin glistening from the sweat as he milks your poor cock whilst you lay there pathetically whining and moaning

Mingi

He's surprisingly quiet during sex

But you being so loud brings him out that shell so he feels more comfortable to let it out

He's face down ass up on the bed as you grind your cock into him, moaning and panting in his ear whilst he lays there savouring every noise you make

Your moans echo through his ears and vibrate into the deepest parts of him

It's the most beautiful sound to him

He would definitely LOVE if you sent voice messages of you touching yourself, moaning and calling his name to him

He'd use your audios to get himself when you're not able to see him or if he's away on tour

He'd finish embarrassingly quick:(

Wooyoung

Another noisy one too

But he's louder than you still

You always thought you were loud in bed until you met wooyoung

I don't even mean loud as in moans he's just loud in general

Maybe if you decided to give a little spank whilst fucking him from behind but you slapped a little too hard he'd yelp and just shout 'YAAAA' at the top of his lungs

Or if you're teasing him and he's getting too frustrated and just yells to the entire fucking household for you to fuck him...

....anyways more about reader being loud though

He really loves how vocal you are

The moans and groans you're constantly letting out

The streams of curses slipping from your lips that become progressively more whiny when you're about to cum

The deep growls that come from you when you're in a rougher more aggressive mood

All them drive him insaneeeeee

Jongho

Honestly so surprised when he heard how vocal you were

It turned him on so much

It was all he could really focus on really

You'd be leaning over him and fucking him so good but he'd just be staring at you as you let a much of moans out

His eyes would flick between your closed eyes and your open mouth, his own mouth slightly agape as he's so hyperfocused on the way your body reacts to everything.

He could get off on your moans alone but is too shy to ask for you send audios of them

He loves when you get so close to him and end up moaning right into his ear

Makes his cock twitch everytime.

[shinestarhwaa]

FANTASIZE || OT8 (SAN CENTERED)

''I fantasize about you all the time, if you were mine I'd give this pussy to ya 9 to 5, 5 to 9''

I tried writing this fic a little differently than my usuals, as they used to be more in the past tense, how do you guys like them this way?

Genre: Smut

Pairing: bf!San x Fem reader x ot8

Word Count: 2.7K

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, Dom!reader, Sub!San, Handjob, Dirty language, Voyeurism, Pegging, Anal play, Cockslapping, Masturbation, Facesitting, Oral sex, Use of mommy, Humiliation, Overstimulation, Praise, Sex toys, Use of a collar & leash, San has a big & thick dick, Kinda himbo!San core

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @wisejudgedragonhairdo @sanspuppet

ENJOY!

"So, baby," you say as you run your hand over your boyfriends thigh. You're laying down on the couch together, watching some dull movie when an idea pops into your head. "Hm?" He responds.

"Don't you have any fantasies?"

His ears seem to turn red instantly at your question. "Fantasies? Uhm... That's a good question, I don't really know," he says. "Oh, really?" You ask while playing with his hair. "Yeah, you already brought my fantasies to life," he nods. You smile and kiss his temple, thinking about the things you've done to him in the past months.

It wasn't like San was inexperienced. Sure, he had sex before and he was quite good at it, but when he started to have sex with you that's where his real desires came to the surface. He dropped the sexy act and focussed on feeling good, letting you handle him, use him, tell him what to do and fuck him until he saw stars.

"So there's nothing else? I've fulfilled all of them?"

San looks away a little, cheeks flushed. You laugh and pull him closer. "Sannie, just tell me, I won't make fun of it." "I know you won't, it's just a little... very dirty..."

"Mmh, but I love things a little... very dirty," you say, hand gliding over his toned chest. "Well, you know... at first I told you the fantasy about... you pegging me, right?" You nod and press a kiss on his cheek. "That was actually not the whole fantasy," San admits.

You're intrigued and a smile plays on your lips. "Well what is the rest of the fantasy then, babe?" "I... I want you to fuck me while the guys watch us." Your mouth fell open a little as he told his little secret but you were quick to close it.

"So... You want me to peg you and have all 7 of them watch? Do you think they're up for it baby?" You asked for clarification. San bit his lip and shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure... I think some of them definitely would but I just get so hard when I think about it... I just imagine you fucking me and making me moan out loud and...Them surrounding us with their cocks out and they... They play with themselves and say nasty, dirty things to me."

An obvious tent was forming in San's sweatpants by now, showing you how much he actually wants it. Your hand slid into his pants and boxers, taking a hold of his hardened cock. "Yeah? You want that, baby? Do you want them to jerk off to the sight of you being used?"

San gulps and nods enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, I do," he pants as he feels his cock harden even more if that was even possible. Your hand slid up and down his shaft and San grunts softly, breathing becoming erratic. "You imagine them seeing you cum untouched because of me baby? You imagine them saying things to you?"

"God, yes I do, I imagine them calling me a slut... and I imagine them telling me how good I'm taking it." You smirk and pick up the pace of your hand. You move it up and down quickly as you flick your wrist to jerk him off just the way he likes it. "Sanie, you wouldn't be embarrassed?" "Y-Yes I would be embarrassed, I would, but..."

You smirk and squeeze his cock slightly. "But that's what you want, isn't it?" "Y-yes, yes it is," San says, breath hitching in his throat as his cock begins to twitch. "Are you coming already? Aren't you a needy little boy. Go ahead then. Cum for mommy."

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"Guys? What are you all doing here?" San asks as he steps into the living room. He looks around and sees you hanging out with his friends. "Hey Sanie," you say with a smile. You get up from your seat and take his hand.

"Hey there Sanie," Wooyoung says, his voice sounding nearly hungry as if he was ready to ravish him. But you weren't gonna let them touch him, he's all yours tonight.

"Do you remember when we were on the couch 3 weeks ago and you told me about a little fantasy?" You ask him, fingers trailing up and down his chest. He immediately freezes, now realizing why they're all here. They're here to watch him get fucked.

"Oh my God," San whispers as he already feels his cock hardening in his pants. "They're all here to watch me and you. We'll have so much fun won't we baby? I've got everything ready here... So all you have to do is freshen up and you can come back again," you order. "Yes... Yes I'll go wash up," San nods before he speeds to the bathroom.

You look at the 7 guys in front of you and give them a stern look. "Okay, you guys are not allowed to touch him, are we clear? You're allowed to undress and touch yourself, talk, but no touching or fucking." They all nod, but Hongjoong opens his mouth. "Are we allowed to cum on him?"

You're too stunned to speak for a minute. You didn't expect them to say yes and now they want to cum on your boyfriend? These kinky, horny fuckers. ''I suppose that's alright,'' you nod. You take off your sweater and jeans and reveal the black, lacy lingerie bodysuit hugging your figure in the perfect way. The guys let out sounds of approval as you take a collar and leash in your hand and show your outfit off to them. The 7 men discard their tops and pants and wait for San to come back into the living room.

A few minutes later San walks in, wearing only a towel. ''I-I figured I wouldn't need any clothing anyway,'' San explains as he comes up to you. He watches you in awe, cock already half-hard at the sight of you in the sexy lingerie. ''Alright babyboy, are you ready to give the boys a show?'' ''Yes... I'm ready.''

You order him to sit down on the seperate element you took from your large sofa and so he does. His eyes twitch nervously and they follow your every move. You stand behind him as you attach the collar to his neck. ''I know this is not part of your fantasy but it is mine... If you want me to stop you know to use your safe word, yes?'' ''Yes...''

''Speak with two words, San.'' ''Yes, mommy,'' he whispers underneath his breath, looking down. ''Speak up. I'm not gonna do this if you're not gonna act properly. You're a good boy right?'' ''Yes, mommy,'' San says, a little louder this time. ''That's a good boy,'' you say, caressing his hair gently.

Your take his chin inbetween your fingers and pull it sideways, kissing him on his plush lips. He moves towards you, only slightly, but enough to make his towel fall down a little, revealing his thick cock for everyone to see. You notice a few of the guys are already reaching for their cocks inside their underwear, pumping them slowly to full hardness.

The feeling of San's lips against yours are enough to get you excited so you decide not to hold off on 'the show' any longer. You break off the kiss and take his towel away. San's cock twitches the moment you touch it. His knuckles are white from holding onto the sofa so tightly. "Relax, baby, I'm just gonna play with you."

You attach the leash onto San's collar and give it a gentle tug to see if it's fastened well enough. He glares at the velvety box beside him, full of the toys you like to use. You take a small vibrator out of it and squirt a nice amount of lube on it.

"Get on your hands and knees, prince," you order him. San obeys, instinctively facing the wall so he's showing off his bare bottom to his friends. His face digs into the fabric of the sofa, so embarrassed but so turned on.

"God, you've got a nice ass, Mountain," Mingi grunts. "Fuck," Seonghwa mutters underneath his breath. His hole clenches as he hears praises fall off his friends' tongues.

You carefully slide the toy into your boyfriends' ass. It's small enough to insert without preparation but it's effective enough to rile him up before you actually use him. San whines as the contact and tries to muffle his whimpers. "Sit down again."

San nodds and sits down with his legs spreaded, facing the guys and watching each of them with their cock in their hand. "Look at them, Sanie, they're all excited for you to get fucked," you whisper in his ear.

Suddenly San cries out as you slap his cock. "M-mommy, why?" "Hm, because I like to play with you and you get off on it."

You slap his cock repeatedly until it's dripping with pre-cum and turns an angry red shade. "M-mommy," he whines, "wanna cum!"

"I know you do baby but mommy gets to cum first, right? Are you gonna be good and make mommy cum?" "Yes! Yes, fuck I wanna make mommy cum," he moans as you rub the tip of his dick. You take your hands off him and start to undress fully, showing your bare body off to the guys. You notice some of them starting to wank faster, making your ego grow little by little.

You bend over to face San on eye-level while at the same time you're showing your plump ass and wet pussy to them. "Y/N, show us more," Wooyoung begs. "Fuck, I wish I could touch you, could taste you," Seonghwa grunts.

You smirk and make eye contact with San. "Well boys, you can look all you want but you ain't getting my pussy. Let's see if San pleases me well enough." You lay San down and hover above him, aligning your aroused cunt above his face. You put the leash down and run your hand through your hair as San pulls you down onto his face, diving his tongue into your wetness.

"Mmh, yeah baby, that's it," you moan as you massage your breasts. You made sure to make eye contact with the guys, looking and sounding pornographic and sexy as ever. Their eyes are glued on the way his face is buried between your legs, the way your boobs bounce slightly as you rock yourself on San's tongue and his hard cock standing up straight, still leaking with pre-cum.

You moan out San's name as you ride his face, feeling his nose against your clit. You grind harder and harder as you feel your orgasm coming onto you. "That's it baby boy, fuck, are you gonna make mommy cum? Gonna make mommy cum on your pretty little face?"

San moans and whines from between your legs as he does his best to make you cum. Before you know it your orgasm washes over you and you cum with a loud moan of San's name. You get off San's face and look at the arousal dripping from his lips. His face already looks so fucked out you can't even imagine what he's gonna look like after you've fucked him.

"You've been a very good boy, darling... Do you wanna get fucked now?" "Y-yes, yes, please, please, I want it badly," he whines as you slap his dick once again. You get off him and push his knees towards his chest so you can take a good look at his puckering hole. You pull the little vibrator out and he whimpers and clenches right away.

You take the strap-on panties from the special box and put them on while you attach one of San's favourite dildo's. "Is he gonna take it just like that?" Yunho gasps. "Mhm, he is, aren't you? You're such a good boy, you take whatever I give you," you smirk as you squirt lube all over the toy.

"Y-yes, I'll take it mommy, I'll be your good boy."

You slowly push into him and watch his eyes roll back to his brain, letting out a long whine as he feels you fill him up to the brim. "Fuck," Wooyoung cursed as he starts to pump his cock up and down, trying to match the pace you used to slowly fuck into him.

"Go faster, fuck, I wanna see him ruined," Seonghwa mutters. You smirk and listen to his request, picking up the pace. "Hear that baby? They all wanna see you ruined for me. They wanna see you take some fucking plastic dick up your ass and make a mess of yourself. You love that don't you baby? You love having them watch you."

San was turned into a moaning mess, toes curling as you moved harder and deeper inside him, hitting his prostate repeatedly. "That's it angel, moan for me, that's it."

You continued for a few more minutes before pulling out and ordering San to change positions. He sat on his hands and knees and faces all his friends with a look of arousal and shame on his face.

Only a few seconds later you pounded into him again, hands holding onto his waist. You dig your nails into his delicate skin as he falls apart in front of you. "No, no, don't drop your head, keep it up, come on. Watch them. Look your friends in the eyes."

San did so, looking them in the eyes one by one, moaning out loud, cock twitching and leaking so much pre-cum. "He ain't gonna last," Hongjoong says with a cocky grin as he fondles his own balls. "Oh? Is my precious gonna cum already? Gonna cum for them? Go on then, let go babyboy."

It didn't take long before San cums all over the sofa and floor, loads of cum spilling out as you keep on fucking him. "That's it baby, take it, take that fucking cock," you grunt. You are not planning on stopping just yet, wanting to make him cum again.

"M-mommy, m-mommy it's too much, oh God, mommy!" He cries out, tears in his eyes as you keep railing him, prodding against his prostate. You pull him up against your chest as you keep pounding into him, holding his body tight against your torso. The guys now have a perfect view of his messy and still erect cock.

Tears were falling down his face by now and you were determined to make him cum again. "Would someone be a dear and give me that pink vibrator?" You ask while you point at it. Yeosang was quick to hand it over.

You turn it onto the highest setting immediately and press it against San's cock and he immediately let's out the loudest moans you ever earned from him. His entire body trembles and shakes as you hold him in a tight embrace, cock and ass being so overstimulated that he bursts, cumming all over himself once again.

You turn off the toy and toss it to the side as you gesture the guys to come closer. "Please," San suddenly begs, "Cum on my face, c-coat me in your cum please, use me, use me, please!"

"You heard him boys, come on. Give him your loads, he's been good right?"

Yeosang and Mingi step forward first, pumping their cocks quickly as they look San straight into the eyes. "Open up that mouth, let me see that sinful tongue," Yeosang grunts as he feels his orgasm come closer.

San opens his mouth, drool falling down and dripping down his chin as he catches Yeosang and Mingi's cum. Jongho and Hongjoong were next, eager to coat his mouth and chin white. They pumped each others cocks and spurted their release all over his mouth. Then Yunho comes forward. "Fuck, I wish I could stuff you full with my cock baby, but you're gonna have to do it with just my cum."

Yunho slaps his cock against San's cheek before cumming all over it. Then lastly Seonghwa and Wooyoung come up, jerking off quickly and bursting immediately, coating San's entire face. San let's out a whimper as he feels the hot, sticky cum over his entire face, slowly dripping down to his neck and chest.

"I made your fantasy come true, didn't I, angel?" You say as you pull out of his hole. He whimpers and fall into your arms, nearly passing out. "You sure did," he says in a hoarse voice, "My fantasy is fulfilled."

[domm1etae]

hii could you maybe write ot8 with bottom seonghwa? i wanna see him absolutely destroyed :3

maybe where members are absolutely whipped for the pink hair hwa from the recent comeback :p

At Their Mercy

seonghwa x all ateez memb.

smut | mdni

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Seonghwa gets wrecked by his members, trapped in a whole ass whirlwind of pleasure after being the center of their attention

nsfw tags under

multiple partners, doms!ATEEZ, sub!Seonghwa, oral sex (m!receiving), multiple partners, possession, teasing, praise, nipple play, body worship, overwhelming pleasure, intense stimulation, gangbang, multiple orgasms (all members), cock slut hwa, pink hair hwa, marking and waaaay more

author's note: bbys, just wanted to let you know that english isn’t my first language and i’ve been working on this for HOURS, so i’m really sorry for any mistakes. i’m way too tired to read through it myself xddd

The dim light of the room cast soft shadows over Seonghwa’s bare skin, highlighting the slight sheen of sweat gathering at his temples. His pink hair was a mess, falling into his face in wispy strands, but that only added to the allure. He kneeled at the center of the bed, legs slightly apart, his slender frame trembling with anticipation. Every glance thrown his way from the others felt like a physical touch, their eyes devouring him as though he were the sole thing tethering them to sanity.

Seonghwa’s chest rose and fell unevenly, his breath catching as Yunho stepped closer, towering over him with an unreadable expression. His large hands reached out, and Seonghwa flinched, not out of fear but out of the sheer intensity of wanting to be touched. The weight of Yunho’s palm cupping his jaw was grounding, and he leaned into it instinctively, his lashes fluttering shut.

“Look at you,” Yunho murmured, his deep voice vibrating through Seonghwa’s chest. “So obedient already.”

The words sent a shiver racing down Seonghwa’s spine, his lips parting to respond, but before he could utter a sound, a low chuckle came from behind.

“Obedient?” San drawled, his voice edged with mockery. “Give him a minute. He’ll be squirming before long.”

A soft blush bloomed across Seonghwa’s cheeks, his head tilting slightly in an attempt to hide the reaction, but there was no escaping their scrutiny.

“Don’t be shy now,” Hongjoong said, stepping forward until he was close enough for Seonghwa to see the sharp glint in his leader’s eyes. “We’ve all been waiting for this. Haven’t we?”

The question wasn’t directed at Seonghwa, but he felt the weight of it nonetheless. The answer was clear in the way the others watched him—hungry, reverent, almost predatory.

Mingi nodded, his broad shoulders tense as he shifted from foot to foot. “So fucking pretty,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers twitching at his sides like he was holding himself back.

The praise made Seonghwa’s heart race, heat flooding his veins as he fought the urge to lower his gaze. He didn’t want to appear weak, though the way his body trembled under their attention betrayed him.

“Strip.” The single word came from Hongjoong, his tone firm yet smooth, like a blade wrapped in silk.

Seonghwa’s breath hitched, his fingers moving on instinct to the hem of his shirt. His hands shook slightly as he pulled it over his head, revealing the delicate lines of his collarbones and the taut muscles of his abdomen. The room seemed to grow warmer, the silence punctuated only by the sound of fabric hitting the floor.

“Slower,” Wooyoung whispered, his voice thick with desire. “We want to savor it, Hyung.”

Swallowing hard, Seonghwa slowed his movements, his hands ghosting over his skin as he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs. Each inch of exposed skin felt like a revelation, his arousal evident in the way his chest heaved and his fingers faltered.

The collective sound of sharp breaths filled the room, the tension crackling like a live wire.

“Good boy,” Yeosang murmured, his soft voice sending a jolt of pleasure through Seonghwa.

Seonghwa’s knees felt weak as he sank back onto the bed, his hands resting on his thighs as he waited for their next command. His lips parted, his pink hair falling into his face as he looked up through his lashes, a silent plea in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Jongho groaned, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “You’re perfect, Hyung.”

The words made Seonghwa’s chest tighten, a soft whimper escaping his lips as Yunho stepped closer, his large frame dominating Seonghwa’s vision.

“You want this, don’t you?” Yunho asked, his voice low and steady.

Seonghwa nodded, his breath catching as Yunho’s fingers brushed against his cheek, tilting his head back to meet his gaze.

“Use your words,” Yunho commanded gently.

“Yes,” Seonghwa whispered, his voice trembling with need. “I want this. I want… all of you.”

The confession sent a ripple through the room, the others shifting closer as though drawn by the magnetic pull of his vulnerability.

San was the first to move, his hand tangling in Seonghwa’s hair as he tilted his head back further, forcing him to meet his gaze. “We’re going to ruin you, Hyung,” he said with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with promise.

Seonghwa’s lips parted, a shaky exhale escaping as San leaned down, their breaths mingling for a brief, electric moment.

“Say it,” San demanded, his grip tightening slightly.

“Ruin me,” Seonghwa breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

A chorus of low groans echoed through the room, the air growing impossibly thicker as the others closed in.

Yunho’s hands found their way to Seonghwa’s hips, guiding him onto his hands and knees. The position left him exposed and vulnerable, his heart pounding as he felt the heat of their gazes burning into him.

“Look at you,” Wooyoung said, his voice dripping with adoration. “So fucking eager.”

Seonghwa whimpered, his hands clutching at the sheets as Yunho’s fingers trailed down his spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you?” Hongjoong asked, his voice calm yet commanding.

“Yes,” Seonghwa gasped, his body arching into Yunho’s touch as he felt the first press of fingers against his entrance.

The sensation was both foreign and intoxicating, his breath hitching as Yunho worked him open with slow, deliberate movements. Each stroke sent shivers racing through his body, his moans growing louder as the others watched, their arousal evident in the way they palmed themselves through their clothes.

“Such a good boy,” Yeosang murmured, his voice filled with quiet awe.

Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting as he let himself be consumed by the sensations. The way Yunho’s fingers curled inside him, the gentle praise spilling from the others’ lips, the sheer intensity of being the center of their attention—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

When Yunho finally pulled his fingers away, Seonghwa whimpered at the loss, his body aching for more.

“You’re ready,” Yunho said, his voice filled with certainty.

Seonghwa barely had time to process the words before he felt the blunt press of Yunho’s cock against his entrance. The stretch was intense, a burning sensation that bordered on pain, but he welcomed it, his body trembling as Yunho sank into him inch by inch.

“Fuck,” Yunho groaned, his hands gripping Seonghwa’s hips as he bottomed out.

Seonghwa gasped, his head falling forward as his body adjusted to the intrusion. The feeling of fullness was indescribable—a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that left him breathless.

“You’re taking him so well,” Wooyoung said, his voice filled with awe as he kneeled in front of Seonghwa. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Seonghwa’s gaze flickered up to Wooyoung, his lips parting as the younger man guided his cock to Seonghwa’s mouth.

Seonghwa’s tongue darted out instinctively, tasting Wooyoung’s tip before letting him push deeper into his mouth. The stretch of his lips and the fullness of his throat mirrored the delicious ache in his lower body, and he couldn’t hold back the muffled whimper that escaped him. His hands gripped the sheets tightly as Yunho began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through him that made his entire body quiver.

“That’s it,” Wooyoung groaned, his fingers threading through Seonghwa’s pink hair as he guided his movements. “You’re so good like this, Hyung. Taking us so well.”

Seonghwa’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked eagerly, his gaze flickering up to Wooyoung’s face, seeking approval. The sight made Wooyoung curse under his breath, his hips jerking forward slightly.

“Shit, you look so pretty like that,” Wooyoung whispered, his voice shaking with restraint.

Behind him, Yunho’s pace began to quicken, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Seonghwa felt the stretch intensify, the sharp edge of pain blending seamlessly with the waves of pleasure coursing through him.

“Look at him,” San said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and arousal. “Completely fucked out already, and we’ve barely started.”

Seonghwa whimpered around Wooyoung’s cock, the vibration drawing a groan from the younger man. His body burned with humiliation and desire, the combination only spurring him to try harder to please them all.

“Move over,” Mingi said, his deep voice carrying an edge of impatience. “I want a turn with his mouth.”

Wooyoung let out a soft laugh, pulling back with a wet pop as Seonghwa’s lips released him. A thin string of saliva connected them for a moment before it broke, and Seonghwa’s flushed face turned toward Mingi as the taller man took Wooyoung’s place.

Mingi’s size was intimidating, and Seonghwa’s breath hitched as the tip of his cock brushed against his lips.

“You can take it, can’t you?” Mingi asked, his voice softer than Seonghwa expected.

Seonghwa nodded, his lips parting as he allowed Mingi to push into his mouth. The stretch was even greater this time, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he worked to accommodate the intrusion.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mingi groaned, his large hands cradling Seonghwa’s head gently even as his hips began to move.

Behind him, Yunho’s thrusts grew more erratic, each one hitting deeper, making Seonghwa moan around Mingi’s cock. The vibrations drew a sharp intake of breath from the younger man, and his fingers tightened slightly in Seonghwa’s hair.

“Don’t stop,” Mingi said, his voice strained. “You’re doing so good, Hyung.”

The praise made Seonghwa’s heart flutter, even as his body trembled under the dual sensations. Every inch of him felt claimed and used, and it was intoxicating in a way he couldn’t describe.

Hongjoong stepped forward, his smaller frame exuding authority as he leaned down to whisper in Seonghwa’s ear. “You’re ours tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “We’re going to ruin you, just like you asked.”

The words sent a shiver through Seonghwa, his entire body clenching in response. Yunho groaned at the feeling, his fingers digging into Seonghwa’s hips as he slammed into him with renewed vigor.

“You love this, don’t you?” Yeosang’s quiet voice cut through the haze, his gaze piercing as he kneeled beside Seonghwa. “Being at our mercy. Taking everything we give you.”

Seonghwa nodded weakly; his voice muffled around Mingi’s cock as he moaned in agreement.

“Good boy,” Yeosang murmured, his hand reaching out to stroke Seonghwa’s cheek gently, a stark contrast to the roughness of the others.

The duality of their touches—soft and demanding, gentle and harsh—sent Seonghwa spiraling. His body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as he gave himself over to them completely.

“Harder,” Hongjoong instructed Yunho, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Yunho complied immediately, his thrusts growing almost brutal as Seonghwa’s body rocked forward with the force. The movement caused Mingi to slip even deeper into his throat, and Seonghwa choked slightly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he fought to keep up.

“Look at him,” San said, his voice thick with awe. “Completely wrecked and still so desperate for more.”

Seonghwa’s moans grew louder, his body trembling with the force of his release as he finally tipped over the edge, the intense pleasure overwhelming him.

But they didn’t stop.

“You’re not done yet,” Hongjoong said, a wicked smile curling his lips as he climbed onto the bed. “We’re just getting started.”

Hongjoong’s sharp eyes roamed over Seonghwa’s trembling form, his lips curling into a pleased smirk as he reached out to run his fingers through Seonghwa’s soft, pink hair. "Such a pretty princess," he murmured, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he knelt beside him.

The nickname sent a flush across Seonghwa's cheeks, a mixture of humiliation and arousal twisting in his chest. He could barely catch his breath; his throat stretched around Mingi's cock as Yunho’s relentless thrusts rocked him forward.

"You like that, don’t you?" Hongjoong teased, gripping a fistful of Seonghwa’s hair to tilt his head slightly. "Being called my little princess?"

Seonghwa whimpered; the sound muffled around Mingi, whose hands tightened their hold on him. "Hyung, you’re so tight—so good," Mingi groaned, his deep voice trembling with restraint as his hips stuttered forward.

Tears spilled freely from Seonghwa’s eyes, the overwhelming sensation leaving him a mess of pleasure and desperation. He hollowed his cheeks around Mingi’s cock, his tongue working feverishly to please him, and it wasn’t long before the younger man’s movements grew erratic.

"Fuck, I’m going to—" Mingi's words cut off with a sharp gasp as he buried himself fully in Seonghwa’s mouth, spilling his release down his throat.

The salty taste flooded Seonghwa’s senses, and he swallowed instinctively, his body shuddering as Mingi pulled out slowly, a string of saliva and cum connecting them for a brief moment.

"You did so well," Mingi murmured, his voice soft as he caressed Seonghwa’s flushed cheek, the tenderness in stark contrast to the roughness of before.

But there was no time for respite. Yunho’s strong hands gripped Seonghwa’s hips, pulling him onto his knees as he adjusted their position. "On your back," Yunho said, his voice low and commanding.

Seonghwa complied shakily, his body pliant as he let Yunho guide him. The shift in position left him completely exposed; his legs spread wide as Yunho leaned over him, their eyes meeting for a brief, heated moment.

"You’re perfect like this," Yunho murmured, his large hands sliding down Seonghwa’s thighs, gripping them firmly as he positioned himself again.

Behind Yunho, San and Yeosang exchanged a glance before moving closer, their gazes dark with intent. "Hold him steady," San instructed Yunho, his voice carrying a playful edge as he kneeled beside Seonghwa.

"I’ve got him," Yunho replied, his hands gripping Seonghwa’s thighs tightly as he thrust back into him with a groan.

The stretch was overwhelming, but Seonghwa’s body arched into the sensation, his hands gripping at the sheets as San’s hands explored his chest, tracing over his flushed skin.

"You’ve been such a good boy," San whispered, his lips brushing against Seonghwa’s ear as he spoke. "But I think it’s time for us to have some fun too."

Seonghwa barely had time to process San’s words before he felt Yeosang’s lips on his neck, the soft, teasing kisses leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"You’re so sensitive," Yeosang murmured, his hands joining San’s as they roamed over Seonghwa’s trembling body.

Hongjoong watched from the side, his dark gaze fixed on Seonghwa’s flushed face as he toyed with his pink hair. "Look at you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of affection and dominance. "My pretty princess, completely at our mercy."

The nickname sent another shiver through Seonghwa, his entire body responding to Hongjoong’s words.

Yunho’s pace quickened, each thrust deeper and more erratic than the last, his breath coming in labored gasps. Seonghwa writhed beneath him, toes curling as Yunho’s length brushed against his most sensitive spot with every move.

The overwhelming sensations—Yunho’s weight pressing him into the mattress, San’s lips latching onto one of his sensitive nipples, and Yeosang’s teasing fingers grazing the other—had Seonghwa on the brink of losing himself completely.

"You're so tight," Yunho groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back. His hands flexed against Seonghwa’s thighs, the firm grip leaving imprints on his flushed skin. Yunho’s large frame trembled as he stilled suddenly, pulling out with a low grunt.

Seonghwa’s legs fell open wider as Yunho knelt over him, gripping his cock in one large hand. "Such a perfect view," Yunho muttered, his voice thick with lust. He pumped his length twice, his free hand gripping Seonghwa’s hip for balance as he released himself.

Seonghwa gasped when the first warm spurt of Yunho’s cum landed on his stomach, the sticky heat painting his smooth, flushed skin. Yunho continued, the thick ropes spilling over Seonghwa’s abdomen, trailing down to his trembling thighs.

"Fuck," Yunho murmured, his hand stilling as he admired his handiwork. "You look so good like this, covered in me."

Before Seonghwa could catch his breath, Hongjoong moved in, crouching beside him. His slender fingers traced through Yunho’s release, spreading the slick mess over Seonghwa’s taut stomach.

"My turn," Hongjoong said with a smirk, his cock already hard and ready. He leaned over Seonghwa, brushing a kiss to his flushed cheek before shifting to straddle his chest. "Open wide, princess."

Seonghwa obeyed without hesitation, his swollen lips parting to welcome Hongjoong’s cock. The leader groaned as he slid into the warm, wet heat, his hips rolling forward to push deeper.

"That’s it," Hongjoong hissed, his fingers tangling in Seonghwa’s pink hair as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You look so pretty like this—my perfect little princess."

As Hongjoong began to thrust, San’s mouth returned to Seonghwa’s nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud before sucking hard. The sharp sensation drew a muffled moan from Seonghwa, his back arching off the mattress as his body shuddered.

"He's so sensitive," San murmured, his tongue flicking over the now-swollen peak. "I could do this all night."

Yeosang’s hands roamed lower, his fingers brushing over Seonghwa’s inner thighs, tracing patterns into the slick skin. "You’re so pretty like this, Hyung," Yeosang murmured, his voice soft but filled with desire.

On the edge of the bed, Wooyoung and Jongho watched with darkened eyes, waiting for their turn. Mingi, still recovering, sat back with a dazed look, his lips parted as he stared at the debauched scene before him.

Hongjoong’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing shallow as he chased his release. "Swallow it all, princess," he commanded, his voice ragged as he held Seonghwa’s head in place.

Seonghwa moaned around him, his throat working to accommodate Hongjoong’s length as his tongue swirled over the tip. The vibrations sent Hongjoong over the edge, his hips jerking as he came, spilling into Seonghwa’s waiting mouth.

"Don’t spill a drop," Hongjoong murmured, his thumb brushing over Seonghwa’s cheek as he pulled out.

Seonghwa swallowed obediently, his tongue darting out to catch any lingering traces. His glossy lips parted slightly as he panted for air, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

"Still so eager," Hongjoong said, his voice filled with affection and pride. He leaned down to press a kiss to Seonghwa’s swollen lips before stepping aside to let the others take their place.

Wooyoung was next, his mischievous grin widening as he climbed onto the bed. "My turn," he said, his voice teasing as he positioned himself between Seonghwa’s legs.

"I want to see how much more our cumdump can take," Jongho said as he moved closer, his hand already wrapping around his hard length.

Seonghwa’s lips parted in a soft, breathless laugh, his cheeks flushing under the weight of his praise. It was a strange feeling—being at the center of their attention, yet it wasn’t overwhelming. It was exhausting.

“Do you like being admired by all of us?” Yunho’s voice had a certain softness to it, yet the desire in his eyes made Seonghwa’s heart skip a beat. There was no denying the way they all felt for him, and it both terrified and excited him.

Seonghwa took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He could feel the intensity of the moment, the weight of their admiration, and he reveled in it. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with vulnerability.

“It doesn’t matter now; we can see how much you love it,” Jongho said. “But let’s not waste your mouth skills on talking, huh?” Jongho added, as his member finally came in contact with Hwa's pretty little tongue.

Wooyoung at one end, Jongho at the other, and Seonghwa were totally overwhelmed at that moment. What he wasn’t expecting was San’s hands on his length, starting to jerk him off. Seonghwa couldn’t handle so many things at once, but the worst was yet to come.

Yeosang saw how Hwa was struggling to keep up, and he totally loved the idea, so he lowered himself next to Hwa’s nipples and started to give them attention. Seonghwa's senses were bombarded, and he couldn't keep up with the sensations that were coursing through him. Wooyoung's and Jongho's cock, San's skilled fingers teasing at his length. Yeosang's nibbles and nips at his nipples only heightened the sensations that were pulling him inexorably toward a break as they all dipped and swirled around him, a feast for his body and soul.

He moaned out around Jongho's member, unable to hold himself back any longer, his eyes growing heavy and his hands tightening around the sheets of the bed. The sheer amount of stimulation he was receiving was almost too much for him to bear, but yet he craved more. He could feel himself reaching his next orgasm.

Hongjoong watched from the sidelines, enjoying the show before him. His lips curled into a devilish smile as he moved closer, his hands resting on Seonghwa's hips. "Come for us, princess," he said, his voice laced with authority.

The simple command was enough to send Seonghwa over the edge. His back arched off the bed, his eyes fluttering shut as his entire body shuddered with pleasure.

Yeosang lapped at Hwa's cum mixed with Yunho's previous load dripping down Seonghwa's chest and stomach, a wicked smile curling his lips. "So messy," he teased, his voice filled with adoration.

San's hands stilled on Seonghwa's length, his gaze fixed on the sight before him. "So fucking pretty," he murmured, his voice tinged with awe.

"We're not done yet," Wooyoung said, his voice filled with amusement and lust. He pulled out of Hwa's hole, his hand gripping his length as he pumped it twice.

"You better be ready for more, Hyung, because I was really holding myself back till now."

Seonghwa's head was spinning, his body overstimulated and trembling. He was exhausted, but his heart swelled with desire, his need for them overwhelming him. "Please," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good boy," Hongjoong praised him, his hands sliding over Seonghwa's thighs, spreading them wider.

"Look at him," Yeosang whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "He's so eager for us."

Wooyoung chuckled softly, his hands gripping Hwa's hips as he pressed against his entrance. "Our perfect little whore," he murmured.

Seonghwa cried out, his fingers tangling in the sheets as Wooyoung set a relentless pace. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air.

Jongho watched for a moment before speeding up as well, his fingers curling around Seonghwa's chin to tilt his head toward him. "I suggest opening wide now, Hyung," he said, his voice strained with arousal.

Seonghwa's lips parted instantly, his tongue darting out to taste the salty tip of Jongho's cock. The younger man groaned, his hips jerking forward to push deeper into the warmth of Seonghwa's mouth.

"That's it," Jongho hissed, his hand gripping the back of Seonghwa's head, guiding his movements.

Wooyoung's thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he chased his release. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Seonghwa's hips.

The sound of Wooyoung's voice spurred Jongho on, and he picked up the pace, his grip tightening on Seonghwa's hair. "Such a good slut for us," he murmured, his words punctuated by sharp, breathless moans.

"You're doing so well," Yeosang murmured, his eyes filled with adoration as he watched from the side of the bed, where he was sitting.

Wooyoung's breath caught in his throat as his body tensed, his hips stuttering forward as he spilled inside of Seonghwa's waiting hole.

"Fuck," Wooyoung cursed under his breath, his fingers twitching on Seonghwa's hips. He pulled out slowly, his thumb grazing over the flushed skin, and he smirked when he noticed how red the marks were. "Sorry, I think I was a little rough," he said with a small, guilty smile.

Hongjoong smiled and went over to where Woo was before, his hands now gripping Seonghwa's thighs as he held them open, admiring the view. "So perfect, all marked up and used," he said, his voice low and filled with awe.

Seonghwa didn't reply, his eyes fluttering shut as Jongho continued his assault on his mouth. The feeling of being used, being completely at their mercy, was intoxicating. He could feel the weight of their gaze, the desire thick in the air, and it was enough to send him spiraling once more.

"You're close," Yeosang whispered. "Would you like a little help from our Sannie?" he said out loud and looked at San, who was already grinning ear to ear.

He couldn't even remember how many times he'd already come that night, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the feeling of their hands on him, their bodies pressed against his, so all that Seonghwa could do was just an easy nod.

Seonghwa couldn't help but moan, his eyes squeezing shut as Jongho's member slipped out of his mouth because of his nodding. San took his place immediately, taking Hwa's little member into his mouth.

Seonghwa's eyes rolled back, his hands shaking as he struggled to take the intrusion.

"That's it," Yeosang murmured, his fingers grazing over Seonghwa's trembling skin, sending sparks through him.

San's lips wrapped around his cock, his tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. He knew exactly what to do, and his mouth worked tirelessly, bringing Seonghwa closer and closer to the edge.

Jongho's breath was labored, his gaze fixed on the scene before him. He could feel his release building, his muscles tensing as he reached his climax with the helo of his own hands, coming all over Seonghwa's face.

The warm, sticky cum hit Seonghwa's flushed cheeks, his pink hair, and his parted lips. It was filthy, and San loved it, the sight bringing him to his own orgasm as well, coming on the sheets he was humping while sucking off Hwa.

"What a good boy," Mingi praised from afar. He was watching from the other side of the bed, where he sat. He had been watching the whole thing, and it turned him on more than anything.

"He's such a slut, getting so much pleasure from being used," Hongjoong commented, his dark eyes fixed on Seonghwa's trembling body, the cum and sweat dripping down his skin, his hopefully last climax almost there.

"One last baby," Yeosang said as he ordered Seonghwa to jerk him off.

So Seonghwa did, as he was told, sit up with his cock still in San's mouth and start to jerk off Yeosang. "Don't worry, I will be done quickly."

"Me too," Seonghwa murmured, warning San about his next orgasm.

It didn't take long for them both to come, Yeosanf coming into Hwa's hand with a low growl, San swallowing all of Hwa's cum, and then Seonghwa flopped on his back, his legs giving out and his breath coming in short, shaky gasps. He couldn't remember ever feeling so thoroughly used and satisfied, and his entire body felt heavy, his eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.

"Are you okay, Hyung?" Jongho asked, his voice filled with concern.

Seonghwa nodded, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I'm perfect," he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he succumbed to sleep, sticky from sweat, tears, and mainly cum.

The others gathered around him, their faces filled with admiration and affection as they watched him sleep.

"He really is perfect," Hongjoong murmured, his gaze lingering on Seonghwa's sleeping form, a fond smile playing on his lips.

"A true angel," Mingi whispered.

"Our angel"

The seven boys had to clean him up a bit, but none of them was complaining. They honestly never have been happier before.

[miinsang]

the minsang battle of 2024

[kp-alice]

Who in sub!Ateez would feel most submissive… (pegging/m!top!reader)

On their back, legs spread wide to let you kneel between them while they clutch your arms and back with trembling hands. They're barely holding on while you steadily thrust inside of them, taking as much time as you want. They feel so exposed like this, all on display for you to take in with your hungry eyes - every rise and fall of their chest, every bite of their lip, and every unshed tear glazing over their eyes. They try to kiss you then, to take your eyes off them for at least a second. But even that proves to be in vain as you invade their mouth, exploring it with your tongue while they can't suppress their sounds anymore. No matter what they do, they're at your mercy the whole time, unable to hide their pleasure from you for even a second. They feel vulnerable, they feel seen, they feel loved.

Yunho, Mingi, Jongho

On their hands and knees, forced to arch their back for you while you fuck them from behind, making them take everything you give them. Their pleasure feels secondary, almost like an afterthought as you rock them back and forth, using them however you want. They wish they could at least see you, see the intense look in your eyes as you admire their beautiful body. Alas, all they can do is grip the sheets and hold on for dear life, moans and whimpers muffled by the pillows your hand is pressing them down into. It's primal, it's raw, it's intense. No words can describe just how much you crave them, but maybe your actions will.

Seonghwa, Hongjoong, San

On top, shakily supporting their weight on your chest while they put on a show for you. They can feel you so deep like this, dragging themselves up with tired thighs, only to then drop back down again and let gravity do the rest. You fill them so well every time, making them throw their head back and let out the most sinful moans imaginable. You let them do most of the work, really make them earn their release while you lay back and watch, enjoying the growing desperation in their eyes. And just when they start building a steady enough pace, your hand suddenly reaches up to pinch at their nipples, making them curl in on themselves with a pathetic whine. You're quick to remind them to keep going, though, gripping their hips and ass to help them resume their pace. How generous of you.

Yeosang, Wooyoung

A/N: This was just a little something I wrote on a whim while procrastinating on my other fics, hope you enjoy and remember, all feedback is very much appreciated!!

[ateezscupid]

Ateez Imagines: Getting pegged for the first time ♡

— Hyung Line: k.hj, p.sh, j.yh, k.ys

warnings ✩ pegging (obviously) sub!ateez, switch!fem reader, praise, degradation, dirty talk, edging, fingering (m receiving), handjob

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ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

HONGJOONG

"Babe, I need to tell you something," Hongjoong said, his voice crackling with tension as he broke the silence of your cozy apartment. You looked up from your book, your eyes wide with curiosity. You’d known him for a while now, and when he talked like this, it was usually about something important.

"What's up?" you asked, setting your book aside and turning to face him.

Hongjoong took a deep breath. "You know how we've been trying new things in the bedroom?"

You nodded, your expression shifting to one of understanding. You’d been together for a year, and your relationship was marked by a spirit of adventure and openness. "Yeah, I've been lovin’ it," you said with a warm smile, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

"Well, I've been doing some reading," he began, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. "And I've been thinking about trying out some new kinks."

Your eyes lit up with interest. "Oh? What kind of kinks?"

"Well, there's one in particular," he said, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I've always been kind of curious about…pegging."

You leaned in, your curiosity piqued. "Pegging?"

"Yeah, y’know," he replied, a hint of shyness in his voice. "Like, when a girl uses a strap-on on a guy."

Your eyes grew even wider, and you couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Wow, that's..." you paused, searching for the right word. "Surprising."

"But you're cool with it?" he asked, hopeful.

You nodded, your smile never wavering. "If it's something you wanna try, then I'm all for it."

Relief washed over him. "Really?"

"Yeah," you said, your voice firm. "Long as we’re both happy and we both consent, I don’t see why not.”

Hongjoong felt his heart race. He'd been nervous about bringing this up, but your response was more accepting than he could have ever hoped for. "Thank you," he said, leaning over to kiss you. "Thank you so much."

Your eyes sparkled with excitement. "Luckily, I already own a strap-on," you revealed, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I was just waiting for you to say something."

He pulled back, surprised. "You do?"

"Mmhmm," you nodded, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. "I picked it up a while ago, just to keep things interesting. The store I bought it from was having a sale, anyway.”

You decided to start slow, setting a date for your new adventure. The days leading up to it were filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. You talked about it in hushed tones, sharing your thoughts and expectations. You assured him that you’d be gentle, that you’d take it step by step, and that you could stop at any point if he felt uncomfortable.

On the day of your rendezvous, the tension in the air was palpable. You both agreed to set the scene, making your living room into a makeshift boudoir with candles and soft music. You wore a lacy lingerie set that made Hongjoong's pulse quicken, and you had the strap-on laid out on the bed, gleaming in the soft candlelight.

When the moment finally came, you approached him with the strap-on, your eyes locked on his. "Ready?" you asked, your voice a mix of excitement and concern.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah…yes, yeah," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'm ready."

You leaned over and reached for the bottle of lube on the side table. You squirted a generous amount onto your fingers, the sound echoing in the quiet room. You looked back at him, your eyes dark with anticipation. Slowly, you brought your hand to his backside, your touch sending shivers down his spine.

"Relax," you whispered, your breath hot against his ear. You began to circle his hole with one finger, applying gentle pressure. He tensed up at first, but your reassuring strokes and soft kisses along his neck helped him to ease into it. As you pushed your finger inside, he gasped, his body tightening around you. You waited for a moment, allowing him to adjust to the new sensation, before you started to move it in and out, the lube making it smooth and easy.

With each stroke, he felt himself relaxing more and more. He'd never felt anything like this before, but the pleasure was undeniable. He leaned into your touch, his cock growing harder by the second. He watched you in the mirror, your eyes focused and determined as you worked him open. It was a strange, vulnerable feeling, but it was also incredibly erotic, watching the woman he loved take control in such an intimate way.

As you added a second finger, he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. The sensation was intense, but he was ready for more. He could feel your excitement building too, your breath quickening as you watched his reactions in the mirror. You leaned down and kissed him, your tongue dancing with his as you continued to prepare him for what was to come.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice soothing.

He nodded, his eyes still closed. "Y-Yeah," he breathed. "It feels... amazing."

You felt a thrill of triumph at his words. You’d read about the prostate, the male G-spot, and knew that if you could hit it just right, it would be an experience he'd never forget. You curled your fingers slightly and felt him jolt as you brushed against it. His eyes snapped open, and you watched in the mirror as his pupils dilated with pleasure.

"Oh, f-fuck," he murmured, his hips bucking involuntarily. You stilled your hand, giving him a moment to process the sensation. You could see the question in his eyes, the unspoken "W-What… was that?" But you just smiled and whispered,

"You're doing great," before resuming your slow, deliberate movements.

With each stroke, you grew bolder, applying more pressure to that sensitive spot. He was panting now, his body trembling with every touch. You could feel his muscles tightening around your fingers, and you knew he was close to the edge.

"Y-Y/n," he moaned, his voice strained. "I think I'm... I-I'm gonna..."

"Let go," you urged, your voice low and encouraging. "I've got you, baby."

And with that, you pushed your fingers a little deeper, your thumb pressing firmly against his prostate. The sensation was overwhelming, a wave of pleasure that crashed over him like never before. His body arched off the bed, his eyes squeezed shut as he let out a guttural cry. The orgasm was unlike any he'd ever experienced, a deep, intense release that seemed to start in his toes and work its way up through his entire body. He could feel the muscles in his ass clench around your fingers, his cock pulsing with every spurt of cum that painted the sheets.

When it was over, he collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You gently withdrew your hand, a look of pure satisfaction on your face. "See?" you murmured, leaning down to kiss him softly. "It's all about exploration and trust."

Hongjoong nodded, his eyes still glazed over with pleasure. He could feel the sticky warmth of his release on his stomach, and his ass was still tingling from your expert touch. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "It was... incredible."

Without wasting any time, you reached for the strap-on. You slipped it on with an air of confidence that made his heart race all over again. The sight of you, dressed in nothing but the lacy lingerie and the leather harness, was enough to make him hard once more. You grabbed his hips, your grip firm but gentle, and positioned yourself behind him. He could feel the coolness of the lubricated toy against his skin, and his nerves spiked in anticipation.

"Remember to breathe," you instructed, your voice calm and steady. "We're gonna take this slow."

He nodded, his eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror. He watched as you pushed the tip of the strap-on against his now-sensitive entrance, applying just enough pressure to allow it to slide in. He gasped as you entered him, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. You waited for him to adjust before you started to move, your hips rocking in a slow, rhythmic motion.

The initial discomfort soon gave way to a building wave of pleasure. With every thrust, you hit that spot deep inside him that you’d found with your fingers, sending bolts of electricity through his body. He could feel his prostate swelling with each pass, the sensation growing more intense with every moment. He moaned, his hands clutching the bedsheets as he tried to hold on.

Your movements grew more deliberate, your breathing quickening as you found your own rhythm. You leaned over him, your breasts pressing against his back as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "Do you like it?" you asked, your voice a seductive purr.

"Y-Yes," he gasped, his voice strained. "Oh, G-God, yes-!”

Your eyes met in the mirror, and you gave him a wicked smile. "Good boy," you said, your voice dripping with desire. "Because I'm about to make you come again."

And with that, you picked up the pace, your hips slamming into him with more force. He didn't know how much more he could take, but he didn't want it to stop.

As you thrust into him, he reached down to stroke his cock, the sight of you taking him in the mirror pushing him closer to the edge. His orgasm built quickly, his body tightening as he neared the precipice. He watched as you pushed him over, your own climax written on your face as you moaned in pleasure. Your clit had been rubbing against the fabric of your underwear with each thrust.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, your cries of ecstasy echoing through the room. When you were both spent, you pulled out gently and removed the strap-on, collapsing beside him on the bed. You lay there for a moment, your hearts pounding in unison.

"That was..." he began, but the words failed him.

"Amazing,” you finished for him, your voice soft and filled with love. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You held each other tightly, your breathing slowly returning to normal. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a new chapter in your sexual journey that had brought you closer than ever before. And as you lay there, tangled in the aftermath of your passion, you both knew that you were ready to explore whatever kinks and desires your hearts desired.

SEONGHWA

"Hey, Seonghwa," you called out, gout voice bubbling with excitement as you padded through the apartment in your socks. The floorboards were cool under your feet, a stark contrast to the warmth that suffused your cheeks. You had rehearsed this moment in your head for weeks, turning the words over and over until you were smooth as river stones.

Seonghwa poked his head out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. "Yes, dear?" he responded, the scent of simmering garlic and onions filling the air.

Your heart fluttered in your chest like a bird caught in a cage. You took a deep breath, your eyes locking onto his. "Can I help with dinner?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You know I like cooking for you."

You nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. The kitchen was a cozy cocoon of warm light, the sound of sizzling oil and clinking pans creating a comforting backdrop to your evening ritual. You took a step closer, feeling the heat from the stove against your legs. "But I have a surprise for dessert," you said, your voice barely above a murmur.

Seonghwa looked at you, curiosity piqued. "Oh?"

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. You leaned in, your cheek against his back, and whispered, "I wanna… peg you."

The room went still, the only sound the persistent hiss of the stove. Seonghwa stiffened, the spatula hovering in the air. You could feel his heartbeat quicken against you.

The silence stretched on, thick and unyielding. You tightened your grip, your pulse racing.

Finally, he turned to face you, setting the spatula down with a clatter. His eyes searched yours, a question etched into the lines of his face. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice low and careful.

Your nod was firm, your eyes unwavering. "I’m asking you. Are you sure? I already have a strap-on.”

For a moment, the air between you two crackled with tension. Then, slowly, a smile spread across Seonghwa's face. He reached up, cupping your cheek with his hand. "Sure," he murmured, "But let's finish cooking first."

“Do you really wanna finish?” you tilts your head with a raised eyebrow, and he scoffs a bit, knowing you were right about him not wanting to finish cooking. The aroma of your dinner filled the room, but the anticipation of what was to come was stronger.

“I’ll just set a timer,” he says, turning back to the stove to do exactly that. The kitchen timer beeps obediently, acknowledging the temporary pause in your culinary endeavors. He turns back to you, his eyes smoldering with desire and a hint of apprehension. You can see he’s trying to keep his cool, but you know he’s just as eager as you are.

You move to the bedroom, the floorboards creaking under your weight as you leave the warm kitchen behind. The room is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, a stark contrast to the harsh fluorescents of the university halls where your secret relationship had begun. The air is charged with excitement and nerves as you both stand before each other, the weight of your unspoken desires hanging in the air like a ripe fruit ready to drop.

Seonghwa’s eyes widen slightly when he sees the strap-on lying on the bed, gleaming in the candlelight. It’s a new toy, something you’d bought just for tonight. You’d done your research, watched videos, read articles – you wanted this to be perfect for both of you.

You sit on the edge of the bed, your knees touching. He takes your hand, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “Are you nervous?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“A little,” you admit, your voice shaking. “Even though I’m the one who’s pegging you. So you should be nervous. But I trust you. And I know you’ll tell me if it’s too much.”

He nods solemnly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve done my own research on this too… That’s why I’m not so nervous. And yes, I’ll tell you,” he promises.

You leaned in for a kiss, your lips parting slowly, tentatively. It’s a kiss filled with promise and love, a silent pact to explore this new part of your relationship together. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as your tongues dance together.

Breaking away, you grab the lube from the nightstand, your hand shaking slightly. You try to play it cool, but the excitement in your eyes gives you away. Seonghwa watches you, his own hands fumbling with his buttons, his shirt coming off to reveal his bare chest. You can't help but admire the way the candlelight plays off his muscles.

He lays back on the bed, the softness of the mattress enveloping him. You follow suit, kneeling beside him and gently guiding him to lie on his back. His eyes never leave yours as you straddle him, the warmth of your bodies melding together. The air in the room feels charged, as if the very molecules are vibrating with anticipation.

"I'll start with my fingers," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the thundering of your heart. You lean in, your breath hot against his ear, and he nods, his eyes closing in anticipation. You take a deep breath, your heart racing as you apply the lube to your fingers. You both tremble slightly, the moment feeling both surreal and incredibly intimate.

Your hand moves to his waist, sliding down to the button of his pants. He lifts his hips slightly to help you, and you feel his hardness against your palm. You take another deep breath, your pulse quickening as you unzip his pants. You’ve done this countless times before, but tonight it feels different – charged with a new kind of excitement.

With trembling hands, you slide his pants down, exposing his bare skin. He's already hard, his cock standing proudly against his stomach. You stroke it lightly, watching his face for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. His eyes are closed, his breathing deep and even.

"Ready?" you ask, and he nods, his eyes still closed. You smile, a mix of love and excitement lighting up your features and lean in to kiss him again. Your lips meet in a gentle, lingering kiss that seems to go on forever, your bodies speaking a language only you understand.

Your fingers trace a path down to his ass, the tip of one digit circling his hole. He tenses slightly, and you pauses, waiting for his signal. When he relaxes, You presses in, slow and steady, feeling him open up to you. The sensation is strange and thrilling, and you’re acutely aware of every little sound he makes, every twitch of his body.

Seonghwa's eyes fly open, and he looks at you, his pupils blown wide with arousal. "M-More," he whispers, his voice thick with need. You add another finger, your own heart racing in response to his. You’ve never felt so powerful, so connected to him.

The timer in the kitchen beeps, a jarring reminder of the dinner waiting for you. But neither of you care about the food anymore. You’re lost in a world of sensation, a place where only the two of you exist.

Your fingers dance around his prostate, finding the sweet spot with a precision that surprises even you. You can feel him tense and release, his breath hitching in his throat as you explore him. He gasps into Your mouth, the sound muffled by your kiss. His hand tightens around your wrist, urging you to go deeper, faster.

As you do, you wrap your other hand around his cock, your grip firm but gentle. You stroke in time with your fingering, feeling him throb against your palm. The rhythm builds, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you both. You can feel him getting closer, his hips bucking up to meet your hand.

But you’re not ready for this to end yet. You pull your hand away from his cock, smiling at the whine of protest that escapes his lips. "Patience," you murmur, your voice low and seductive. You reach for the strap-on, your heart pounding in your chest.

Seonghwa watches you, his eyes glazed with desire. You slide the harness over your hips, adjusting it until it fits snugly. The feel of the cool leather against your skin sends a shiver down your spine. You’ve never felt so alive, so powerful.

The head of the dildo nudges against his entrance, and you feel his body tense. You pause, looking down at him, your breathing ragged. "Ready?" you asks, and he nods, his eyes never leaving yours.

Slowly, you pressed in, feeling the resistance give way as you fill him up. He gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head. The sound sends a thrill through you, and you starts to move, setting a rhythm that's both torturously slow and incredibly intimate.

His hands are on your hips, guiding you, urging you deeper. You can feel the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles clench around your fingers. You’ve never been so attuned to another person's body, so in sync with your needs.

You move together, the only sounds in the room your harsh breathing and the wet slap of skin on skin. His moans are music to your ears, and you knows you’re hitting all the right notes. The candles flicker, casting shadows across the walls, painting your bodies in a dance of light and dark.

As you pressed down on his prostate, he arches his back, his grip on your hips tightening. You can feel him getting closer, his muscles tensing around your fingers. You know he's close, so close, and you speed up, eager to watch him fall apart.

And then it happens. His whole body tenses, his eyes squeezed shut, and he cries out, his release spilling over your hand. You continue to move, letting him ride out the waves of pleasure, feeling his ass clench around your fingers.

When the spasms finally stop, you lean down to kiss him, tasting the salt of his sweat on his skin. He's panting, his chest heaving. You pull out, gently, and he relaxes, his eyes opening to meet yours. The look of pure ecstasy on his face is worth every nerve-wracking moment of anticipation.

You lie there, entwined in each other's arms, the candles burning low. The timer in the kitchen has long since stopped beeping, but the food is forgotten. This moment, this new chapter in your relationship, is all that matters.

Seonghwa's hand drifts down to your strap-on, his touch gentle and exploratory. "Your turn,"

YUNHO

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the city as Yunho pulled his motorcycle into the apartment complex's underground parking. He killed the engine and let out a contented sigh, feeling the gentle vibrations of the bike fade away. The smell of exhaust and leather filled the cool evening air, a stark contrast to the scent of blooming flowers that had been thick in the air during his ride. The world was quiet now, save for the distant echo of a closing garage door and the occasional murmur of a passing car.

As he climbed the stairs to the third floor, his thoughts drifted to his girlfriend, Y/N. He knew you’d be waiting for him, probably with dinner already made. You had a simple routine that he cherished. He reached for the door handle, the anticipation of your reunion making his heart race just a little faster.

When he stepped inside, the apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from a couple of flickering candles scattered around the living room. You looked up from your book, your eyes sparkling with excitement. You set the book aside and slid off the couch, walking over to him in a way that made his knees feel a bit weaker than usual. You were wearing one of his old t-shirts, the fabric clinging to your curves in a way that made him swallow hard.

"You're back," you said, your voice a sweet purr that seemed to resonate through his entire body.

He nodded, smiling as he closed the door behind him. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little rougher than he'd intended. "Missed you."

Your smile grew mischievous as you stepped closer, your bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. "I missed you too," you murmured, reaching out to trace a line down his chest. "I've been thinking about something."

Yunho's eyes widened as you took his hand and led him to the bedroom. "What's that?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

You turned to face him, your expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I wanna peg you," you said, your cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "I've been readin’ about it, and I think it could be amazing for us."

He blinked, taken aback by your sudden proposal. "Pegging?" he repeated, his mind racing. He'd heard of it before, but you’d never discussed it.

"Yeah," you said, your voice a little shakier now. "You know, I wear a strap-on and we can switch things up a bit."

Yunho felt a thrill of surprise, and a flicker of arousal at the thought of the power dynamic shift. He knew you were adventurous in bed, but this was a new level of intimacy you hadn't yet explored. He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes. "Okay," he said, his voice firm. "If it's something you really want to try, then let's do it."

Your face lit up, and you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. The scent of your perfume filled his nose, making him dizzy with desire. As you broke apart, you reached into your drawer and pulled out a velvet pouch. "I got this," you said, holding up a sleek black strap-on. "It's made of the softest material."

He took it from you, feeling the weight and the smoothness of it in his hand. His heart was racing now, a mix of nerves and excitement. Your eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of hesitation. "We can take it slow," you assured him, your voice gentle. "We'll use lube, and I'll be as careful as I can."

Yunho nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. He trusted you completely, and the thought of experiencing something new together was exhilarating. You undressed slowly, each piece of clothing falling to the floor like a silent promise of the intimacy to come. Your body was a vision, your skin glowing in the candlelight, and he felt his arousal growing as he watched you strap the device on.

You took his hand and led him to the bed, your bodies brushing against each other with every step. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his heart hammering in his chest. Your touch was gentle as you laid him down and began to stroke his cock, your other hand reaching for the lube. "I'll have to stretch you out first," you said, your voice low and seductive. "I'll use my fingers."

He nodded, his breath hitching as you squeezed a generous amount of lube onto your fingers. You leaned over him, your breasts brushing against his chest as you took his cock in your hand and began to work the lubricant around his opening. The coolness of the gel was soon replaced by the warmth of your touch, and he felt his body begin to relax, opening up to you. Your eyes never left his as you pushed one finger inside, your gaze filled with a mix of passion and concern.

The sensation was strange at first, a slight burn that quickly gave way to a fullness he'd never felt before. Your eyes searched his, gauging his reaction, and he nodded again, his voice barely a whisper. "Keep going."

With agonizing slowness, you added a second finger, your movements deliberate and precise. He could feel the muscles inside him stretching, accommodating you, and the sensation was both overwhelming and incredibly arousing. His cock grew harder in your hand, and he felt his body responding in ways he'd never expected. You worked him gently, your index finger circling his prostate as you stretched him wider, preparing him for what was to come.

The room was filled with the sound of your breathing, the occasional squeak of the mattress beneath you as you worked your fingers in and out of him. Your eyes never left Yunho's, watching for any sign of discomfort, your own arousal growing with every little gasp he made. You felt a thrill of power, of being the one in control, the one bringing him to new heights of pleasure. His trust in you was palpable, and it made your heart swell with love and desire.

Yunho's body tensed and then relaxed, his breaths growing shorter as you added a third finger. The initial burn had transformed into a deep, intense ache that was strangely pleasurable. He felt vulnerable, but safe in your care. Your eyes, usually so playful, were now focused and serious, and he knew you wouldn't push him further than he could handle. He nodded, his voice barely a murmur, "I'm ready."

You leaned in to kiss him, your tongue teasing his as you pulled your fingers out. You took the strap-on in your hand and positioned it at his entrance, the tip slick with lube. Yunho could feel his heart racing, the anticipation making him dizzy. You pressed it in gently, the soft material sliding in easily thanks to your careful preparation. He tensed for a moment, then sighed as you pushed it in deeper, filling him completely.

You took your time, exploring this new sensation together. You started with slow, shallow thrusts, your eyes never leaving his. You watched his face, studied his reactions, and adjusted your movements accordingly. Yunho's hand found yours, his fingers entwining with yours as you gripped the base of the strap-on. Together, you found a rhythm that made him moan, his hips rising to meet you.

The sensation grew, building like a crescendo inside him. The feeling of being filled by you, of you in control, was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was intimate and raw, and it was beautiful. His cock was rock-hard, begging for attention, and you didn't disappoint. You reached down, your hand wrapping around him, stroking him in time with your movements.

The world outside the bedroom faded away, replaced by the sound of your skin slapping together and your mingled gasps. Yunho's eyes rolled back in his head as you hit his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that was both terrifying and incredible. "Y/N," he breathed, his voice ragged.

Your movements grew more urgent, your hips moving faster, and he knew you were close too with hoe your clit was rubbing against the inside of the strap-on. He watched you, the muscles in your arms tensing, your breath coming in pants. You leaned down, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was both tender and fierce, your tongues dancing together as your bodies moved in perfect harmony.

And then it was too much. Yunho's body arched off the bed, his orgasm tearing through him like a lightning bolt. He came hard, his cock pulsing in your hand as you continued to stroke him, your own body trembling with the force of your climax. You stayed like that for a moment, breathless and connected, before collapsing into a heap of tangled limbs and sated sighs.

The candles continued to flicker, casting shadows across the room, but you were lost in your own little world. You pulled the strap-on off, your body slick with sweat, and curled up next to him. "How was it?" you whispered, your voice filled with concern and excitement.

Yunho turned to you, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Amazing," he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. "I can't believe we've never done that before."

You grinned, your eyes sparkling. "There's so much more we can explore," you said, your voice filled with promise. "But for now, let's just bask in this."

And so you did, your bodies entwined, hearts racing, as you reveled in the afterglow of your shared experience. The air was thick with the scent of sex and candle wax, a testament to the uncharted territory you’d just explored together.

YEOSANG

"What's up with you and your weird fantasies?" you tossed your head back, letting out a peal of laughter.

Yeosang, caught off guard by your reaction, felt his cheeks flush. "It's not weird," he protested, his voice a tad defensive. "It's just something I've been thinking about."

You leaned forward, your eyes dancing with curiosity. "Okay, fine," you said, your smile teasing. "Tell me more."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "You know how we've been exploring different things in bed?" He paused, waiting for your nod. "Well, I read somewhere that pegging can be really intense for both parties. It's about trust and pushing boundaries, you know?"

Your expression grew thoughtful as you traced a finger along the rim of your wine glass. "I guess I can see that," you murmured, your gaze drifting off to the distant horizon. "But isn't it a bit... unconventional?"

"That's kind of the point," he replied, leaning in closer. "It's about trying new things together, growing closer."

The silence between you both stretched out, filled with unspoken questions and anticipation. Yeosang could feel the warmth of your skin and the sweet scent of your perfume, a delicate blend of vanilla and jasmine that always made his head spin. He waited for your response, his stomach in knots.

Finally, you took a sip of your wine, the red liquid leaving a trail of shimmer on your upper lip. "Alright," you said, your voice casual. “Cool. I’m pretty sure I bought a strap-on.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected you to be so nonchalant about the whole thing. He felt his heart racing even faster, his mind racing with thoughts of what this could mean for your relationship.

"Where?" he managed to croak out, his voice thick with anticipation.

"In my drawer," you said, with a smirk. "I’ve had it for a while. You know, for when the mood strikes."

The revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. He had never thought you’d be so open to the idea, let alone already have the equipment. "Really?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

You nodded, your smirk growing into a full-blown smile. "Why not?" you said, reaching out to place a hand on his thigh. "I've always liked the idea of switching things up. It keeps things fresh, you know?"

Your touch sent a jolt of excitement through him. He had never felt more alive, more connected to you than he did at that moment. He took a sip of his own wine, trying to calm his nerves. "I just didn't know you were into that kind of thing," he admitted.

"Well, now you do," you said, your voice a purr. "And it's your lucky night, because I'm feeling particularly adventurous.”

The both of you finished your wine in silence, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Yeosang could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his body already reacting to the thought of what was to come. The candles flickered, casting shadows across the room that danced in time with your racing thoughts.

As you made your way to the bedroom, your hand slid into his, your grip firm and reassuring. You led him to the bed, where you pulled open the drawer and revealed the strap-on. It was sleek and black, with a curved shaft that gleamed in the soft light. Yeosang felt his stomach flip at the sight of it.

With a gentle touch, you began to undo his pants, your eyes locked onto his. He could see the excitement in you, the same thrill that he felt coursing through his veins. His shirt followed, and soon he was standing before you in just his boxers, his body trembling slightly.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs crossed. You reached out and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly. His erection sprang free, bobbing in the cool air. You took it in your hand, stroking it gently as you studied him. "You're so beautiful," you murmured, your voice low and sultry.

Yeosang felt a rush of love for you in that moment. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so desired. You leaned in and kissed him, your tongue probing his mouth as your hand continued to work him. He could feel himself growing harder, his breath coming in short gasps.

When you broke the kiss, you slid your fingers down to his opening, gently pushing inside. He gasped, his eyes flying open. The sensation was new, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made him quiver. You moved your hand in a slow, steady rhythm, working him open as he grew more and more aroused.

Finally, you pulled away, your fingers glistening with lubricant. You stood up and put on the strap-on, adjusting it until it was snug. The sight of you, tall and confident, wearing the harness, was almost too much to bear. Yeosang couldn't help but stare, his body responding eagerly to the sight.

"Ready?" you asked, a wicked smile playing on your lips.

He nodded, unable to find his voice. You climbed onto the bed, straddling him. He could feel the head of the dildo pressing against him, the anticipation making him dizzy. You leaned down and kissed him again, your tongue dancing with his as you began to push inside.

The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. There was pain, yes, but it was melded with a deep, intense pleasure that took his breath away. He clung to you, his nails digging into your back as you pushed deeper, your hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made him moan.

You took your time, letting him adjust to the feeling. You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, your breath hot against his skin. Yeosang could feel your love, your desire for him, in every stroke. It was as if you were claiming him in a way that no one ever had before.

As the initial shock subsided, Yeosang began to move with you, pushing back against you, meeting your thrusts with his own. The pain had morphed into something else, something primal and addictive. He never wanted it to end.

Your bodies moved together, a dance of love and lust that seemed to go on forever. Your hands roamed his body, your nails scraping against his skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever you went. Yeosang could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every thrust.

"H-Harder," he mumbled, his voice thick with pleasure. "P-Please, baby, harder."

You smile grew as you complied, your hips moving faster, more forcefully. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate in his very soul. Yeosang's eyes rolled back in his head as he lost himself in the sensation. He had never felt so alive, so wanted.

Whimpers and gasps escaped his lips as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel every inch of you, the velvety softness of the dildo, the firmness of your thighs against his, the warmth of your breath on his neck. It was too much, and yet not enough.

"Oh god," he moaned, his hips bucking wildly. "It feels s-so good."

You leaned down, your breasts pressing against his chest, your breath hot in his ear. "You like it?" you whispered, your voice a seductive purr.

"Y-Yes," he whined, his voice high and needy. "I-I love it."

The words seemed to spur you on, your movements growing more erratic, more demanding. Yeosang could feel the tension coiling in his stomach, tightening like a spring ready to snap. He clutched at you, his nails digging into your flesh as he tried to hold on, to savor every moment of this newfound ecstasy.

And then it washed over him, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He cried out, his body arching off the bed as he came, spilling his release between you. You didn't stop, your movements growing more frantic as you chased your own climax.

When you finally reached it, you collapsed on top of him, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You lay there, panting and sweaty, your hearts racing in time with one another's. Yeosang felt a sense of euphoria that was almost unbearable, his body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

As you lay there, tangled in the sheets, you propped yourself up on one elbow, looking down at him with a glow in your eyes. "I knew you'd like it," you said, your voice filled with satisfaction.

He couldn't help but laugh, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath his head. "How could I not?" he replied, his voice still shaky. "It was... amazing."

You shared a smile, one that was filled with a newfound understanding, a deeper connection that transcended words. It was in that moment that Yeosang knew your relationship had reached a new level, one that was built on trust, love, and a willingness to explore the depths of your desires together.

And as you both lay there, your bodies still joined, the candles flickering out one by one, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey into the uncharted territories of pleasure. The end of the night had brought you both closer than ever before, and the promise of a thousand more adventures lay just beyond the horizon of your passion-filled embrace.

[yuyuonabeat]

When bestie yeosang arches his back waiting for me to peg his ass.🥴

He likes having his hair pulled from the back.🫠

[brrrkdslek]

thinking about golden retriever! mingi whose tail wags violently upon hearing the front door open and your scent that immediately infiltrates the apartment.

golden retriever! mingi who gets grumpy and pouty when he smells your female coworkers icky perfume all over you, which then causes the hybrid to rub and attach himself to you for as many hours as he needed to.

of course, you'd never leave your dear pup, oh you could never. where else would you get someone as special as him? you also recently learnt that golden retriever! mingi is the most sensitive being on the earth.

one time you got off work a few hours later than you were supposed to. it was fine at first until you missed golden retriever! mingi's call during an important meeting.

he thought nothing of it at first, thinking you'd call back, you didn't. golden retriever! mingi had been seated on the shared bed, with your pillow hugged against his chest as his heart beat against his ribcage.

soon, intrusive thoughts blared in golden retriever! mingi's head, the trauma of his past owner abusing him and throwing him out all coming back to him at once, causing the poor hybrid to start crying into your pillow.

he hoped and begged that you would return soon. as if on cue, you entered through the front door, ready to be suffocated by your lovely hybrid. you waited, but he didn't show.

"mings?" taking off your shoes, you slowly crept into the bedroom. you felt your heart drop at the heartbreaking sight of your dear hybrid curled up against your pillow, his fluffy ears flat against his head as he sobbed quietly.

"mingi!" dropping everything, you rushed to your lovers' side, gently cradling him in your arms. "oh, love..." you calmed the pup by rocking him back and forth, kissing his head every now and and then.

you held golden retriever! mingi's face in your palms, "what happened, pup?" golden retriever! mingi sniffled as tears began welling up in his eyes again, "i-i thought you left me..." you panicked when he began wailing again and shoved him into your chest, holding him on your lap like a baby.

after that, you reminded yourself to always come home on time no matter what. golden retriever! mingi is hard to take care of, but you'd never trade him for anything in the world.

[yooneunhay]

Eun's Masterlist !!

𝚑𝚒 𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚢𝚎 !!

i write fanfics and stories ^^ a quick DC if any of my fics have "18+" then please mdni but obvi i don't control you!

𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁; ♡ 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳; ♤ 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁; ♧ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁; ♢ 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿; ⚂

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Essence of the Feathered Heart (ateez ot8 x reader)

chapter 1 ♧

chapter 2 ♤ ♧

chapter 3 ⚂

chapter 4 ♤

A/N - this is all i have rn!! if anyone ever has any requests pls feel free to tell me them and ill get them done asap !!

[thetypingpup]

OOH I HEARD HARD HOURS R OPEN ANYWAY HERES MINE-

my brain. has been so occupied. with sub yeo. for like a whole week at least. like my every other thought is sub yeosang HELLPP 😭 hes just. such a pretty princess type of boy ya know? i need to praise him so hes all shy nd giggly and to boss him around a bit (gently ofc hes too sweet for me to imagine treating too harshly im mostly soft dom) AWASDGGFDV AND someone pointed out that he looked like he had very short shorts or boxers on in a recent live nd it makes me think of being on a facetime call with him nd noticing it and being like "can you lower the camera a bit for me baby?" and hes like a bit shy nd blushy but he does it! nd like asking him to do stuff like lift his shirt nd he gets turned on by it all nd ANYWAY IM DIZZY ILL SHUT UP NOW SO THIS DOESNT GET TOO LONG JSJDNDN

He’d appreciate a soft doting dom so much omg. He loves hearing you tell him he’s a good boy, loves being a good boy for you, and his need pushes past any shyness he feels. Imagine that facetime call and you ask if he can be a good boy and lower the camera for you. He blushes, but of course he can be a good boy for you, so he obeys without question. Your tongue darts out and sweeps over your lip at the sight of his thighs, just eyeing the hints of muscle you can see peeking out from his shorts, and the heat on his face intensifies. You hone in on that sight, watching the rise and fall of his breath, watching the bulge in his boxers get more and more prominent by the moment. 

“Good boy” you murmur, and he shudders because fuck he loves when your voice gets all low and seductive like this. Your leering gaze makes him shy, but also turns him on so fucking much, loving that he can have this effect on you. He not so subtly lets his legs fall open, letting you see more of his thighs. He leans back on his hands, waiting for your next command. In a voice just as sultry as before, you ask if he can be a good boy and take off his shirt for you. With a shaky breath, he nods, quickly shedding his top and letting you get a good look at his bare chest. His blush deepens as it sinks in that he’s basically doing a cam show for you, putting himself on display, but it turns him on, knowing this little show is for your eyes only.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. Wish I was there so I could play with you myself.” You shamelessly praise him, and his cock twitches at your filthy words.

“Since I’m not there, can you be a good boy and play with yourself for me?” You suggest, and his heart palpitates so fast he swears it’ll burst out of his chest. Apparently the prospect of putting on a show for real was enough to make him fully hard, and like the good boy he is, he frees his cock and lets you enjoy the enticing sight of him stroking his cock.

"That's my good boy. Keep going just like that." You encourage him, your eyes following the motion of his hand as if hypnotized. With a breathy moan, he nods, getting himself off for you like the good boy he is.

[hw4-l1z]

hi!! hope youre having a good day/night!

i wanted to req yeosang smut bc ouufhfff have you SEENNN that croptop he wore in japan.

just imagine, him come back after the concert, still wearing that n just 'punishing' him for wearing that croptop for everyone to see and making him cum all over his abs. i am so unwell.

NO RUSH FOR THIS BTW!! 🙏🙏

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Yeosang in a crop top will always make me feral

Sub!yeosang x Dom!m!reader

Cw: degradation// slapping// yeosang gets called slut quite a few times// reader is kinda mean// possessive reader// praise

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"You think it's funny looking all slutty in front of all your fans to see hmm? Think they get to see what should only be for me" you growl, landing another slap to his thigh.

"I should be the only one who gets to see that. Me. Not everyone else. Only me"

Slap slap slap

"Now... you're gonna take my cock like a good boy yeah?" You say

He nods his head, tears brimming his eyes and his lip quivering.

You slowly slide your cock in, letting his adjust for now. He wipes away his tears from his eyes as he begins to move his hips against yours, grinding himself down onto your cock.

"That's it baby, show me how much of a slut you are for my cock. My slut. You can only be slutty for me" you grin.

You begin to thrust your hips forward, deep but slow strokes that you keep up for a while. Teasing him and not giving him the friction he craves for. You want him to beg for more, beg for you to ruin him, beg for you to rough him up.

His hips continue moving, trying to feel your cock move deeper into him but it's not enough. He begins to whine and squirm, trying to pull you closer and pulling your hips forward to try make you go faster.

"Ah ah baby...use your words come on"

Another whine. He hates begging you, he feels so embarrassed when he tries to tell you all the lewd things he wants you to do to him.

He let's out a quite and soft "please"

"Please? Please what? That's not enough baby, tell me what you want"

He huffs a little in frustration.

"Please...please...more...want more, want you to be rough" he whines

"Be rough with what, you need to be more specific sangie" you laugh as you give him a particularly hard thrust of your cock. "Like this?" You ask

He nods his head frantically "Yes yes, like that please...fuck me harder please, wanna feel you deep" he whimpers out.

You pull your hips back so just the tip of you dick is left inside him "good boy, see? Wasn't so hard was it" you say before slamming your cock back into him. He yelps in pleasure as your cock hits inside him so deep and at a perfect amount of roughness.

Hooking his legs over your arms and folding him almost in half as you work your cock in and out of him at a brutal pace. Grunting and groaning as he squeezes around you so well, taking every bit of you. We can feel the veins of your cock rubbing against his walls in such a delicious way that drives his brain haywire.

"Good boy taking me so well, hope this teaches you a lesson to not be such a slut on stage" you say as you continue your relentless pace. His body tensing and un-tensing constantly as he struggles to mouth any coherent words. Just babbling a bunch of nonsense as his brain cause all fuzzy.

It doesn't take him very long until he's cumming untouched, spilling his load onto himself as his legs tremble in your hold. You just laugh at how pathetic he looks, all fucked out, his hair a mess on the pillow under him. Such a pretty site.

You slow down a little to let him catch his breath, slowly moving in and out of him still so he could take sometime to come down.

His body relaxing as you let his legs drop onto the bed again before you stop completely. You haven't finished yet but your giving both of you a quick little rest before you start him back up again.

"Get your breath back quick cause we're not done yet darling"

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