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Jongho ღ 3:38pm [M]
ღ Ateez Jongho x fem-bodied!reader
ღ words: ~1.8k
ღ genre: (implied) fwb, roommate AU, smut (mean dom!Jongho, masturbation, reader fucks themselves with a hairbrush, guided masturbation, humiliation, spanking, degrading nicknames (slut, whore), ruined orgasm, he cums all over reader)
ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic
Desc.: In which your roommate and friend with benefits walks in on you getting yourself off on top of his bed with the help of a hairbrush, and he’s anything but impressed.
Author’s note: me: i don’t like mean doms!!! - also me:
Out of all the times he could’ve caught you getting off, it just had to be now. The fact that you're completely naked, sprawled out and on full display really isn't the worst part. Neither is the fact that you're lying on his bed, and not yours. No, the real worst detail about this is something entirely different.
"A hairbrush?" Jongho raises an eyebrow at you as he leans against the doorframe to his room, arms crossed and his burning gaze not leaving your figure. You gulp. You had been so close when he had opened the door surprisingly - you had apparently failed to hear him unlock the front door when he came home earlier than you had expected - and now the disappointment from your orgasm slipping away from you mixes in with the utter embarrassment you're feeling about being caught red handed. "Couldn't even afford a proper toy, huh," he scoffs, mockingly, and your breath hitches at his tone. He knows the effect he has on you, he knows it very well, but in combination with the shame you currently already feel, the wave of heat it sends rushing through your body is just a little stronger than you'd have expected it to be.
You don't know how to respond, honestly. And so, while a part of you is still hoping he'd simply turn around and let you finish what you'd started, another part is desperately hoping he would continue talking, eventually saying something, anything, that would make this situation better in the slightest. However, he takes his time looking you up and down, letting his gaze wander your body as if it was the first time he's seen you naked and in a state like this, and his lips slightly part at the sight to give way for a gasp that is barely audible even to you, having all of your senses currently heightened.
"Keep going," he finally speaks. "I'll watch." You stare at him with wide eyes, not having expected this kind of reaction at all, but it's also not like you have it in you to disobey him, so keep going is what you do. You whimper at the sensation of the handle of the hairbrush gliding past your walls, almost all the way out of you, before you slowly push it back in and your eyelids flutter shut. "Look at me," Jongho commands, "while you fuck yourself on that thing." A whine makes its way past your lips, before you bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to keep more such sounds from slipping out as you do your best to keep eye contact with your roommate. But no matter how hard you try, you can't withstand his intense gaze, and so you close your eyes a second time when you thrust the brush inside your pussy once more.
A click of his tongue snaps you back out of it. That's all it takes for you to peek up at him again, and you don't fail to notice a hint of a bulge in his pants. Of course he'd get hard upon seeing you in such a pathetic state, trying to get yourself off on your hairbrush, because your fingers just weren't enough as a substitute for his cock. Not like the handle of the brush is, but at least it gets a little closer to what you're really craving.
"J-jongho..." you mewl his name as your fingers are sloppily working your clit, drawing circles onto the sensitive bud that burn like fire under your roommate's gaze.
"What?" he answers, while you begin moving the hairbrush in and out of you more quickly. It must be completely soiled by now - no way you can use that thing to brush your hair without thoroughly washing it first, but that's a problem for later. "Were so desperate for my cock that you decided anything would do at this point?" He hits the bullseye on first guess, and though that doesn't surprise you, it still sends a shockwave of pleasure through your veins, having you clench around the handle of the brush. "Show me how good you can fuck yourself on this thing," he demands. "Bet a hairbrush won't satisfy a little whore like you when you have the real thing standing right in front of you, huh?" An uncontrolled whimper escapes you at his words, your hips bucking into your hands desperately trying to find the right pace that would let you ride on the wave towards your high.
"Fuck..." you mewl, still picking up speed and angling the brush so that with every stroke against your walls, it would be sure to hit that delicious spot deep inside.
"Lift your legs up, little slut," you can hear him mutter. "Gonna feel better that way."
"Mhmm," you let out a noise as you do as told, bringing your knees all the way up to your shoulders, and giving him a better look at your dripping cunt in the process.
"If you're gonna act like a slut, might as well look like it," he says, and his gaze drops to your ass. "Keep going. Nobody told you to stop." And you do, and the new angle really does make everything feel that much more intense.
"Shit, Jongho..." You can't help his name from falling from your lips as you close your eyes once again, hoping that this time he'd allow you to.
"Need to be filled up so bad, hm? You don't care what gets stuffed into your cute little pussy so long as it's full. Admit it. You just wanna cum around something, doesn't matter what it is that gets shoved up there." His words resounding in your ears, you can't decide whether you agree or not, but you sure as hell do know that the way he talks to you is getting you closer and closer to the edge.
"Y-yeah," you mutter, in hopes he'd keep going, keep humiliating you like that until your orgasm comes crashing down on you. And then you hear rustling very close to you, and you feel a hand wrapping around yours, that's holding onto the brush, and he sets his own pace of thrusting the object in and out of you.
"F-fuck...!" You cry out as your eyes open in surprise, and you see Jongho hovering above you, now closer than ever as he calmly watches you writhing in pleasure underneath him.
"Too bad you can't appreciate what you're given," he goes on. "My cock would've been so much better. Hell, even my fingers. But you settle on a hairbrush," he scoffs, thrusting the object into you with such force that it makes your head spin as you roll your eyes back. "You really think you're gonna get off on this thing, huh? Don't make me laugh." At this point all you can utter are incoherent moans as you desperately keep playing with your clit, chasing your high that feels so damn close. "Aren't you embarrassed to be doing this on my bed? If you wanna get fucked so badly here, maybe you should've waited for me, hm?" And again, no proper answer will leave your lips, and with just a few more thrusts of the brush into your cunt, you're thrown over the edge.
You clench around nothing. The finger pressed to your clit isn't enough to keep you high on the wave of pleasure you'd been hoping for. Instead, you mewl pathetically, emptiness overtaking you as a rather weak orgasm comes to a halt way too soon. He pulled out just as you reached your high, and now he's kneeling there in front of you, throwing the soiled brush to the side, and even though you prepare yourself for what's to come as he lifts up his right hand, you still cry out as it comes flying to your ass. You hiss at the tingling pain that remains, no warm palm rubbing soothing circles onto the spot to ease it right away. Instead, a second smack, making you arch your back in pain and pleasure as you moan. And then a third one, and when you open your eyes to look at Jongho, you can't accurately read the expression currently sitting on his face, and it makes you nervous.
"Should've thought things through beforehand, huh?" That's all he says, before he unzips his pants and pulls down his boxers to let his cock spring free. With only a few thrusts of his large hand it's grown to its full size, and as your body remembers what it feels like to have him inside you, you gasp. "You want this?" he mutters darkly, while jerking himself off at an unhurried pace.
"Y-yeah..." you say, unable to take your eyes off him. Your roommate huffs, a hint of amusement sparking in his eyes.
"And you think you're gonna get that?" Hearing him pose his question, you're sure you already know the answer. But you keep hoping anyway, and so you can't but beg.
"Please... gonna be good from now on..."
"A good little slut for me?" Precum leaks from the tip, and when his fist reaches it he spreads it all over his length in one swift motion.
"Yeah..."
"Cute," he says, his hand moving a bit faster yet. "Then do what good little sluts do and hold still." Hope dies last, they say, but as you watch the features on his face contort and his breath grows heavier, you know not to expect to be satisfied today. However, you can't bring yourself to disobey either, and so you lie there and watch as he makes himself cum with a groan, his seed spurting all over you. Painted in white from your chest down to your belly button, your vision goes blurry for a second, before Jongho catches his breath and he pulls his pants back up. Getting off the bed, you watch in disbelief as he walks out the room as you’re covered in the mess you caused, but when moments later he reappears with a towel in his hands you let out a sigh of relief. He sits down beside you, leaning in so his lips hover just above your ear.
"All of that could've gone inside of you," he mutters, the thought alone drawing a whine out of you. "Stuffed full not only with my cock, but with my cum too. You would've liked that, hm?" He brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face, but to be honest the loving gesture only makes you feel conflicted. "Clean yourself, baby," he commands, handing you the towel. "And maybe if you're being good I'll remind you of who can satisfy your greedy little cunt best later on."
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the best of the best — jeong yunho
in which yunho didn’t expect his tiring shift to end with fucking the prettiest girl who’s ever walked into the clinic.
ripperdoc!jeong yunho x fem!reader. genre. smut. cyberpunk 2077 au. warnings. non-sexual use of daddy, explicit sexual content mdni, big dick!yunho but what else is new, fingering, BACKSHOTS, yunho is a tease, implied voice kink, creampie, he gets a little rough, nicknames (pretty, baby, princess). wc. 2.5k. rating. mature.
lilo’s notes. this is really REALLY rushed because i was hit with inspiration and started writing without actually stopping so like sorry if it’s ass lol. her cyberware is based on this.
DEFINITIONS. ripperdoc; medical practitioners that can install cybernetic prostheses, called cyberware // eddies; game currency. feel free to ask for any clarifications.
listening to. cyberpunk, ateez (duh).
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yunho sighed as he threw a bloodied towel into the sink, hands finally clean after having installed some new cyberware on a customer. his day was spent operating edgerunners, never quite seeming to catch a break. but what else could he do as the best ripperdoc in the district, let alone this shithole of a clinic? besides, he somewhat liked his job and the pay was good, his way with words getting customers to give him a few more eddies than they were obliged to.
but, alas, it was finally closing time and he’d no longer have to deal with people until the next day. or at least that’s what he hoped.
the familiar sound of the clinic’s door rang through the lobby, singaling someone had entered before he could lock up and making him sigh in exasperation. he pinched the bride of his nose, calling out over his shoulder from the backroom, knowing whoever it was would still be able to hear him. “we’re closed, come back tomorrow!”
“please, it’s an emergency!” the person replied and he froze.
a desperate, feminine plea. yunho can’t say he’s used to hearing that tone in the clinic. with furrowed brows, he emerged from the backroom to the lobby, right behind the counter as he laid his eyes on you. he was obviously much taller than you, looking up at him with round doe eyes and softly flushed cheeks. you wore a short black skirt and a loose sweater; not a sight he was used to here either, not that he was complaining as his eyes momentarily flickered to the sliver of cleavage exposed by the low neckline. maybe he could make an exception… no. he wanted nothing more than to go home, and a pretty little thing like you couldn’t just magically change his mood.
“my ‘ware has been acting up and i heard this is the best clinic in the area,” you walked closer to the counter, one of the steps looking particularly painful as you winced mid-sentence and stumbled before continuing, “please, sir, i promise i’ll pay you well.”
he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, letting a beat of silence wash over you before he finally answered with a sigh, “fine. go through that curtain and wait on the table. the metal one.”
you followed his hand to see him pointing at a curtain much like the ones separating beds in hospitals. with a quiet nod, you shuffled over as he ducked through the door he previously came out of. there was a small space behind the curtain and it reeked of hand sanitiser as you sat down, the table cold against your thighs. you smoothed your skirt down as he walked through the curtain and set down a tray of tools on a desk pushed against the wall.
“so, where’s the problem?” he asked, crossing his arms and giving you a once-over that had you feeling a little nervous.
“my back,” you muttered, looking down at your hands shyly as they played with the hem of your sweater, “i’ll have to take this off, if that’s okay.”
“oh, um…” he blinked before nodding and clearing his throat, moving to stand behind you. “yeah, it’s fine, go ahead.”
after a moment of hesitation, your body stretched lightly as you pulled the shirt over your head, his jaw nearly dropping at the sight. an intricately designed thin silver chrome spine merged with your skin and extending from between your shoulderblades down to just above your ass. instinctively, he reached out and brushed his fingers down the length of it, biting his bottom lip as he caught the way your back arched slightly.
“god, you’re a masterpiece.” he couldn’t help but sigh out as he let his fingertips explore the metal and the skin surrounding it. the clasp of your bra covered up just a little bit of it, but there was plenty more to see. after a moment, he caught a glimpse of a little spark in the metal on the small of your back, humming. “i see the problem… must be some sloppy wiring. i’ll take care of you, baby, just relax and stay still. you can do that for me, can’t you?”
“y-yeah.” you practically squeaked out, mentally slapping yourself for making it obvious how his words and touches made you feel.
he grinned but didn’t say anything, reaching for his tools and beginning to work. as he did, he deliberately brushed his fingertips or his wrist against your skin, against anywhere he could reach while fixing the wiring between the blades of the metal spine, just because he enjoyed messing wiht you. your waist seemed to get the most reactions out of you, unable to hold back your hitched breaths and your thighs pressing together. you were so sensitive and sweet, trying to hold back all your sounds as he riled you up with teasingly calculated touches.
“how’d you pay for this, anyway? a mod like this must’ve cost a fortune.”
“my daddy paid for it,” you explained with a shrug, “i’ve been wanting something like this for forever, so he let me get it done on my 18th birthday.”
he raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodding with a soft smile. “well, baby, you must be daddy’s pride and joy if he’s willing to drop so much on an implant like this that does nothing but make you look that much more appealing.”
“appealing?” you echoed his description of you, glancing back at him over your shoulder, “you think so?”
“of course, i’m not blind,” he roles his eyes playfully, licking eyes with you before going back to work, “in fact, i’m jealous i wasn’t the one to install all this ‘ware.”
it didn’t help that as he talked, his breath fanned over the back of your neck since he adjusted the table to raise you higher for him to work more comfortably. you learned each other’s names as he talked you through the procedure, trying to distract you from the occasional prods of a needle and sparks of the wires. he also liked to watch goosebumps form on your skin and the way your back arched just a little more as he responded to your words with low hums or muttered acknowledgments.
his hands feel a little colder than your skin as he barely runs them down your back, eyes trained on the gleaming metal. the tips of his fingers momentarily dipped below the back of your bra before slipping out again.
“does anything hurt?” he asked quietly, in a tone he noticed always made you stutter a little.
“n-no.” you shook your head before holding your breath, feeling his hands covers your waist and move down slowly, holding your hips lightly.
“good.” he hummed, nodding and removing his hands before stepping away from you completely.
the loss of his hands made your brows furrow as you looked at him, stepping into your line of vision with his back turned to you as he put away his tools.
“did you need something, princess?” he tilted his head at the sight of the pout you were trying so hard to hide, voice taking on a mocking tone.
your cheeks warmed and your brain short-circuited as he took a step toward the metal table he sat you on, standing a breath away from your knees and leaning down to your eye level. his hands braced on the table of either sides of your hips. if he wanted to, he could lean forward just a few inches and his lips would finally press against yours.
“you.” you blurted out without thinking, unable to process any thoughts in the flustered state he put you in.
“me, huh?” yunho chuckled, silky and low, fingertips brushing against the hem of your skirt as he pulled himself up to his full height and looked down at you. “a ripperdoc like me who works in heywood fixing cyberware? you need me, baby?”
flustered and a little speechless, you could only nod, lips parted as you left out soft breaths and looked up at him with eyes that begged him to kiss you. his hands left your skirt but found you again quickly, one on your waist and the other cupping the side of your face, half of his hand buried in your hair as he leaned down and finally pressed his lips against yours.
a whimper made it past you as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, mingling with yours and exploring. you felt him smile against your lips as you let out that sound, his fingers in your hair holding you a little tighter as his hand on your waist slid down your thigh. you, however, didn’t feel that hand moving until his fingers pressed against your soaked panties, somehow easily finding your clit through the fabric and eliciting a whine as he pulled his lips away from you.
“so wet and i’ve barely done anything.” he whispered, kissing you again as he nudged the fabric aside to run two digits through your folds, quiet squelching sounds mixing with your little moans and whimpers as he circled your clit excruciatingly slowly.
not expecting his hands to feel so good, you couldn’t stop your hips from squirming, unable to kiss back very skilfully. he circled your clit with just the right speed and pressure, keeping you restless as your pussy clenched around nothing and click slowly dripped out to smear against the table and inner thighs.
yunho gave your swollen nub a sudden pinch and you winced, your hands on his biceps clenching as he pulled away from you with a click of his tongue. “didn’t i tell you to stay still, princess?”
you parted your lips to respond but could only moan languidly as his fingers easily pushed themselves into you, crooking and perfectly prodding against your sweet spot.
“do my fingers feel too good? is it too much for you, pretty?” he mocked with a fake pout, drawing his fingers out before pushing back in. you felt his hand drop from your hair to reach for something and with a push of a button, the table lowered itself smoothly.
moments later you were on your knees, facing away from him, hips pulled up and chest pushed down. some time while he moved you to this position, he managed to remove your skirt and bra. your nipples brushed against the cold surface of the table, shuddering at the feeling combined with one of his hands kneading your ass intently while the other ran down the length of your spine. as he got to the small of your back, he pushed down a little harder, making your back arch.
“hm, so pretty and perfect,” he hummed as his clothes and very much erected cock pressed against your flushed core. you let out a broken whine, burying your face into your forearm comfortably, his fingers sliding through your folds again and spreading them apart. he groaned at the sight, your wetness glistening in the neon lighting of the clinic, spread between your thighs messily, needy hole fluttering.
when he finally pressed his tip into you and eased his way in, your breath hitched followed by a moan of his name, hands clenching as you pushed back against him. he steadied your hips with his hands, eyes rolling back from your tightness as he bottomed out and stilled to revel in the feeling if you wrapped around him for a moment.
butterflies roared in your stomach as he leaned down and kissed the top of your spine sloppily, pulling out before rolling his hips against yours. you weren’t used to this angle, especially not with someone as huge as him, but your embarrassing amount of arousal made it easy for him to move. you cursed softly, a string of whines and moans falling from your swollen lips as his fingers dug into your hips and his teeth explored your upper back, licking and sucking and biting marks into your skin.
“f-fuck, you feel s-so good.” he moaned, forehead dropped between your shoulder blades for a moment before he straightened up again, pulling your hips against his harshly as he thrusted into you, teeth sunk in his bottom lip.
not long after that you felt a knot quickly tightening in your abdomen, feeling your breath knocked out of your lungs with each snap of his hips. one of his arms wrapped around your waist before venturing lowers so he could rub at your clit quickly, the knot drawing tighter and tighter until you couldn’t take it anymore.
“y-yunho- i’m g-gonna-“
“let go, baby. go on, be a good girl and cum for me,” he cut you off, voice gentle despite his rough movements, snapping the waistband of your panties against you, “you’ll cum for me, won’t you? i’m making you– fuck, i’m making you feel so good, right? p-please cum, baby, just let go.”
his words egged you on and soon enough you did as he said, shuddering and clenching and squealing as you came all over his cock, your juices drooling down his length as he continued pounding into you. his hand left your clit to grab your hips tightly, chasing his own high now that you finished. knowing what he needed, you clenched around him rhythmically, whimpering softly because you knew he liked the sound.
without warning, he spilled himself inside you, filling you up with his hot release. your combined panting and shivers filled the area as he emptied himself. once he collected himself, he pulled out slowly, shuddering as he did so before tucking your panties back into place before his cum could seep out of you. he flipped you around easily and found your lips.
you kissed each other lazily for a while, mind foggy after your orgasms. you gasped against his lips softly as you felt his fingers press right on the fabric covering your hole.
“if you can keep everything in while i close up, i’ll take you to my place for another round… or maybe a few more,” he kissed your cheek, reaching to the side and giving you your clothes before tucking himself back into his pants, “if you’re up for it, of course.”
you giggled, also kissing his cheek in return. “i’d like that, actually. you have a really good dick.”
“is that so? good thing a pretty girl like you only deserves the best.”
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Cat and Mouse
mdni18+ | fem!reader, pussy eating, teeth use, manipulation (from both parties), fuckboy!wooyoung, cum eating (m!), semi-public oral
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You never understood why people don't like fuck boys.
Okay, that's an overstatement. You do know why. They lie, they cheat, and they make pretty little promises in hopes of getting in your pants. They think with the head between their legs and drool at the sight of new pussy. Truly, they were just men who peaked in high school.
They're pathetic, but easy.
A game is a game, and these types of men tend to forget it's multiplayer. All you have to do is act a little clueless, pretend to be happy to see them, and their absolute favorite, be innocent. Be the perfect little prey they think you are and they'll do anything for a chance.
It really is easy.
It's how you managed to snag a date with Wooyoung. He had been asking for weeks since the semester started. Walking you to class, to your car, seeming like a nice boy on the outside, but you know better. You've seen the subtle winks to his friends, the predatory gaze on your body. As much as you would have loved to give it up on the first day, you want to at least have some of a good time and not fucked like a fleshlight.
You can still picture the grin on his face, the way the mole under his eye shifted with his smile. Well, you don't have to imagine it. He's giving you like sly look now, one hand on the wheel while he's turned to you. The car's been in park for a while. Wooyoung claimed he needed a minute to sit after a nice dinner. It's been way past a minute, however, and the conversation took a bit of a sexual turn.
"I dunno," you shyly rub your hands together. "I don't think I'll be any good."
Wooyoung is patient though, more than you would have thought. "That's okay. We don't even have to do anything. I would just love to keep hanging out with you." I would love to put my dick in your pussy, is what he's really saying, but at least he's being nice about it. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with."
You nod, pretending to think about what you want to do. "It's just you're so nice and so good-looking. I don't want you to think anything bad of me." Wooyoung is already shaking his head before you can finish, "I would never think of you differently. If you're attracted to somebody, and they're attracted to you, there's nothing wrong with acting on it. But don't feel like you have to. I can talk with you just like this and feel just as happy."
Definitely a smooth talker. You can't help but think about how many hearts he's broken with those lies. "You promise?"
"Of course," but his fox smile gives it away. "You're cool. I haven't felt this comfortable on a date like this before." It's not a shock he's feeling that way. You've perfected your lines and your bashful looks to get him right where he is. The way your dress clings to your body only helps. It's short enough to imagine bending you over the hood of the car and low-cut enough for Wooyoung to keep glancing down at your chest. The dress isn't enough to scream slut! but enough for curious eyes to wander.
"Thank you," you giggle. "I don't think anyone's told me that before." Your admission makes Wooyoung smile. A genuine look of satisfaction as if it's his heart that swells instead of his cock. He tilts his head to the side. A strand of hair falls over his forehead from the movement. He's cute, hot with his hair slicked back. It's easy to fall under his spell and if you're not careful, you might slip.
But you're well versed with men like him.
You let him lean close, you let his hand gently cup the side of your face. You're fully expecting teeth and tongue, but Wooyoung pauses just before your lips make contact. His dark eyes glance to yours, waiting.
You nod.
The kiss is not what you were expecting from him. It's not hungry not is it demanding. It's gentle, it's sweet, and it's comfortable. You easily slide against his lips, your hand grabbing onto his wrist and bringing him closer. He tastes slightly like the meat he ordered earlier. It makes you smile into the kiss and you feel him smile back.
You're the one to pull away first. Your lips disconnect with a soft smack and you look into his eyes. "Was that okay?" His body slightly shivers, and he nods while chuckling. "Yes. That was better than okay." You laugh with him, noticing how his hand drops to the exposed part of your thigh to gently rub your skin.
Only a second of silence passes before Wooyoung asks, "Can we do something a little more?" Then he quickly adds, "If not I totally understand." You have to bite back a smile, you've never met a fuckboy so honest yet deceiving at the same time.
"I dunno, Wooyoung," you play with his hand that's on your lap. "I think hookups are...unfair." This makes him raise an eyebrow, "Unfair? I don't think I've heard that one before. Can I ask why?"
"Like..." you pretend to think of your rehearsed words. "The girl doesn't really get to...finish. You know what I mean?" Judging from the shocked and slightly offended look on Wooyoung's face, you think you have him. "I'm not saying you can't, but I know it's a thing that guys have a hard time making the girl feel good."
Wooyoung is silent for a minute. You can't tell what he's thinking and you begin to think that maybe he took it personally. You're preparing for the worst when he lays his seat all the way down.
"What are doing?"
"Gonna prove you wrong," he simply says. "Come on, right here." Wooyoung points to his face, You narrow your eyes, unsure of what he's asking. "You want me to keep kissing you like that?"
"Nooo," he laughs and shakes his head. "Sit on it." You sputter a choked laugh. This wasn't quite what you had in mind. You thought he'd tell you that he was different, that he would flick your clit while bouncing you on his lap. Just some effort to make you cum, not have a face-sitting session.
Not what you were expecting, but you're already eager to lift your dress.
You play with the hem of your clothes, "Right now?" He nods, licking his lips. "Yep. It's already late and hardly anyone knows this place. I got tinted windows too. You don't have to worry too much, pretty."
Shit, he's good. He took you to a low-key place, paid for dinner, kissed you almost passionately, and gave you an offer you couldn't refuse. Perhaps this mouse has more tricks than you bargained for.
"O-okay," you try to keep your innocent façade. "Just, let me know if you can't breathe." Wooyoung lets out a last laugh and helps you crawl to him. It's difficult to not step on his limbs, but you manage to hobble over his shoulders. One knee is bent on the headrest just next to his head. Your other knee is planted on the backseat, keeping you hovering above Wooyoung's face. You've perched your arms on the headrest of the back seat, facing the rear window and arching your back.
It's not the most ideal position, but you have to give Wooyoung some credit. It's doable at the very least.
Wooyoung does the honor of keeping your dress lifted. His eyes lock at your clothed core, plain underwear with the only decoration being a small wet spot where your entrance is.
"Someone got a little excited, huh?" He giggles at himself. "Do you care about your underwear getting a little more wet?"
And he's a tease? You think you're in over your head with this one. "It's okay." You feel Wooyoung nod under you and soon feel a hot muscle over your clit.
Granted, it's not as hot compared to if he took your underwear off, but it still makes you jump. Wooyoung keeps his tongue flat while moving it in gentle circles. You rock your hips against his mouth, following his muscle.
You gasp at the feel of something hard. It takes a second for your brain to register his teeth running against your slit. Your underwear makes the perfect barrier for the sensation to be wonderfully strange. You let out a moan and grind on his face. His nose bumps the peak of your clit every time you move up and he seems to be completely okay being ambushed in your cunt.
"Mmf! Like it that much?" Wooyoung pulls away just enough to speak. You grind a little more before answering, "I dunno yet."
That spurs him on. Wooyoung bunches your dress in one fist and uses his free hand to move your underwear to the side. You can't tell, but he can see how messy your pussy is. Your clit is fat, wet with need, and begging for Wooyoung to directly touch it. It makes something in him primal, aching for your raw taste on his tastebuds.
His tongue swipes over your cunt, letting your juices soak his muscle. You whine at the feeling of him and still your hips. Wooyoung's thumb hooks over your underwear so the rest of his fingers splay over your thigh. He squeezes and kneads your flesh, strangely adding to the pleasure of him tasting you.
The further he digs his digits, the more you moan. It's a trick you didn't even know existed and Wooyoung is using your surprise to his advantage.
His kitten lick feels good alone, but your toes curl at the feeling of him sucking. Wooyoung has your nub in his mouth with his tongue rolling against it. You squeal and your hips buck so roughly that your pussy pops from his mouth with a wet sound.
"Damn," he sounds raspy. "Didn't think you'd have such a sensitive pussy." Wooyoung strains his neck to reach up, latching onto your cunt once more. You whimper and carefully place your weight back on, trying your best not to move this time.
"I just," you let out a moan when he sucks it again. "It's just been a while."
Which is a lie. Well, somewhat. You got eaten out not that long ago, but not this good. Not in a position where you could get caught, where he adds the tiniest bit of pain to add to the pleasure. Everything's an additional layer of arousal that you didn't think you needed.
Wooyoung says something but it sounds like muffles in your cunt. You hone in on sliding against his face, making sure his nose and chin bump your clit with every drag. Maybe you're going a little crazy on your first date, but there's no guarantee you'll get another chance like this. You might as well use it to your advantage.
Your orgasm slowly builds. You can feel the heat in your stomach and chest, making you whine louder and higher. Wooyoung groans with you, gripping your waist and thigh harder as you suffocate him. You hang your head to look down at him, but all you can see is the top of his hair. Even if you can't see him devouring your cunt, the sight makes you clench. A reminder about how terribly empty you are.
As if knowing, Wooyoung dips his tongue until it catches your entrance. He buries it in you, uncaring how tight your pussy squeezes him and leaks. You whimper, unmoving so Wooyoung can thrust his tongue deep inside.
"Fuck. If you keep doing that I'll cum."
You nearly scream when he doesn't stop. He goes faster, so hard that you can hear the lewd noises vibrating in the car. He gulps down your essence, he moans into your pulsing cunt. Never have you met such an eager fuckboy. One who goes above and beyond without getting his dick wet once.
It's almost cute, but you don't dwell on it too much when you finally tip over. Your walls clench Wooyoung's tongue, creaming so much that it paints his lips white. He fucks you through it as he manages to slide his tongue out and across your clit.
You rest your cheek against the cushion of the backseat. Normally, guys are eager to push you off and shove their dicks in, but not Wooyoung. He eats you steadily and overwhelmingly. You're the one prying yourself from his mouth, chuckling at his protests and pleas for you to take back your seat.
Your back aches from being arched and your legs scream as you wobbly sit back on the passenger side. Wooyoung shifts his seat up while swiping his lips with his thumb. He collects the last bits of cream and pops it back into his mouth.
By far the weirdest fuckboy you've encountered, but you're not complaining. You got to cum good, got to ride out your high, and got a meal paid for. You're expecting him to ask for a blowjob, but he twists the keys into the ignition and it roars to life.
"Oh," you hadn't meant to say it out loud, but Wooyoung hears you. He turns his head to you, lips shining with your cum. "What? I'm taking you home right?"
You blink at him, completely thrown for a loop. It takes a few awkward seconds before you answer, "Yeah. Sounds good."
You're starting to think maybe he came his pants and is too shy to do anything else, but you catch the smirk as he turns back to the front windshield and puts the car in reverse.
It then occurs to you that maybe you weren't the cat after all.
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mingyu + cuck
meanie stans this one is for u !! thank you for sending <33
cw; smut. COCK. reader gets gendered (fem). ft. wonwoo
mingyu sits across the room. his legs spread wide, one of his big hands resting on his naked thigh. the other hand, is pressed to his mouth, biting his nails in anticipation.
it's not that mingyu isn't allowed to touch himself, he simply just enjoys the torture of his self-inflicted denial. mingyu's cock is thick, heavy. it stands tall and twitching, and occasionally slapping against his stomach as he watches the scene before him. the veins of his cock are pulsing, his tip is red and hot, begging to be touched, crying out little droplets of cum.
the scene before him is his girlfriend getting plowed into the bed by his best friend. wonwoo has you ass up, burying your face into a pillow—muffling your moans. mingyu lets out little moans in your place, thrusting his hips up into the air to match wonwoo's pace.
wonwoo is pleasantly rough, a completely different fuck than mingyu. he's not as thick as mingyu, but he does bare just enough girth to make your head spin. wonwoo smacks your ass as he thrusts back in, something reminiscent to your boyfriend—best friends share similarities.
"does her cunt always suck you in like this?" wonwoo asks mingyu. his voice is rough. the pair have gone back and forth the whole night, saying dirty, perverted things knowing they'll have an effect on you.
mingyu lets out a shaky response, still thrusting his hips in the air. you turn your head towards mingyu's direction, and you can tell he's so close to orgasming untouched. his chest raises heavily and his cock doesn't look like it can take it any longer. neither can mingyu, biting his fist as he watches you taking his friends cock.
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Dinner & Dessert — c.jh
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➮ virgin!Jongho × experienced!Reader
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summary: Jongho takes Y/N out on a nice dinner date but they decide to have dessert back at Y/N's dorm room.
genres/themes/au: light fluff, smut; best friends to lovers (bff2l), college setting; non idol au, bff au, college au
warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, reader is smaller than Jongho, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!
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a/n: sorry it's taken so long to get this out but here's the next part of the Jongho Corruption Kink Miniseries. Thank you to Bro for reading this for me cause I wasnt sure if it was any good. I don't have much else to say about this other than I cranked this out in a couple hours so I hope you like it! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
smut warnings: oral (f & m receiving), cum swallowing, praise (m receiving), slight body worship (f receiving), corruption kink, pussy drunk Jongho (man gets one taste and just goes feral), mild face fucking (f receiving), deepthroating, use of pet names (hers: baby, babe, angel; his: babe, baby), light fingering (f receiving), and I think that's all? Lemme know if I missed any!
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“I want you to teach me how to give oral.”
The words had caught you off guard as soon as they left your best friend boyfriend’s lips. Your lips parted in shock as you let the noodles from your meal slip off your fork while you fixed him with an incredulous stare.
Quickly, you glanced around before leaning in and meeting his gaze.
“We are in public, Jongho!” you hissed. He said nothing, merely blinking back at you like he hadn’t just said something inherently sexual and inappropriate for dinner conversation.
Not that you were opposed to this kind of behavior, you just didn’t expect it from your virgin best friend boyfriend. From you? Definitely but from him? Unexpected, but welcomed.
Ever since teaching him how to properly finger you, you’d seen an uptick in his eagerness and willingness to initiate sexual intimacy. Of course you’d never gone past touching one another as you didn’t want to pressure Jongho into doing anything he wasn’t ready for.
Clearly, he was ready for more.
“So?” he muttered, glancing down at his plate and back up as you set your utensil down and picked up your napkin. This was the last thing you expected when he asked you out for dinner.
Jongho had texted you right after class and asked if you wanted to get dinner. You initially had expected him to bring take out over, a pizza or some other favorite place but instead, he told you to be ready to leave in an hour and told you to dress up.
It wasn’t entirely like him to be so assertive but since you started seeing each other (among other things), Jongho’s confidence had seen a huge boost and you like to think you had a hand in that although you knew it was entirely on him.
He’d shown up to your dorm looking less like your chaste best friend boyfriend and was instead oozing every ounce of sex appeal you knew he had. The ride to the restaurant had been silent mostly but it wasn’t awkward in the slightest and you were thankful that he was distracted by driving as it gave your eyes the chance to wander and appreciate everything they could take in.
Jongho had gone beyond your expectations, going so far as to make a reservation, meaning he had to have been planning this for at least a week. You were beyond impressed by his efforts. You remembered a conversation the two of you had a week or so ago where he assured you that what you had was more than just the physical stuff to him. He wanted more and you did, too. It was just hard to keep your hands to yourself sometimes.
So when he suddenly sprang this on you, to say you were shocked was an understatement.
Your lips threatened to turn into a smirk before you spoke.
“Well, at least you’re taking me out to dinner first,” you mused, making Jongho look down at his plate as the hostess walked by, guiding a couple to another table. He looked back up to meet your gaze. “So will you?” he asked softly, eyes shining with a curiosity that was both adorable but also played into your more carnal desire to corrupt your virginal boyfriend in every way possible.
You lifted your wine glass slowly, taking a sip and maintaining eye contact, setting it back down before answering him. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?” you asked. Jongho inhaled and exhaled slowly before nodding fervently. You admired how hard he tried to keep his composure but you could tell under the facade, he was eager to have you under him again.
‘Cute.’
Jongho would be a liar if he said he wasn’t eager to have you under him again. Ever since he’d made you come with just his fingers, he’d wondered what it’d be like to have you come undone on his tongue. He thought about it far more than he cared to admit even to himself.
Ever since that first night, months ago, when you made him come in his pants, he’d been insatiable. Knowing you wanted him as much as he wanted you and then some gave him a much needed confidence boost. Sure, this relationship was about more than just sex but no one could blame him for wanting to be intimate with his best friend girlfriend.
As he held your gaze, hoping you’d say yes to his proposal, you toyed with your fork, no doubt contemplating his words rather than if you wanted to continue eating. He hoped you’d say yes. He was about to beg (not like he wasn’t entirely above it. Not when he was dying to get a taste) when you smiled that lovely smile that always managed to give him butterflies, make his brain turn to mush, and his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck, he was down so bad.
Before you could respond, the server returned to the table and Jongho took the opportunity to end the night. “Could we get the check please?” he asked. The server nodded before looking between the two of you. “Were we thinking of any dessert?” he asked. You shook your head. “No,” you said softly, thanking him before he nodded and walked away to get your bill.
“We’ve got dessert at home.”
No sooner than you were back in your dorm did Jongho have your door shut, locked your back pressed against it, lips on yours as his hands wandered, grabbing the material of your dress and slowly bunching it up past your thighs. “Jjongie,” you murmured as his lips left yours to trail kisses down the side of your neck. “We should probably take these off,” you added, trying to undo the button on your jacket.
Jongho let out an animalistic growl, grabbing your hands and pinning them against the wall.
“I’m getting to it,” he mumbled, lips attaching to your neck once more but his hands keeping your wrists firmly against the wood of your door. “Well hurry up,” you teased as you tried to pull against his hold on your wrists. To your surprise, Jongho gave in easily, letting go of your wrists and opting instead to fumble with the buttons of your jacket.
Once he managed to undo them, the fabric just seemed to slide off you as your own hands worked quickly to unzip his own jacket and push it off him. You felt his hands trying to pull at your dress, a silent plea to remove it but you had other plans, instead taking a temporary lead and guiding him to your bed only for him to gently but firmly push you down onto it.
Before he could guide you further back, you grabbed him by the hips, holding him steady as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Let me take care of you first, baby,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper but more than loud enough in the silence of your dorm room for him to hear.
Wordlessly, Jongho’s hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin and down over your bottom lip. “A-are you sure?” he asked nervously. You smiled up at him, not breaking eye contact as you slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “Yes,” you whispered again.
“I’m sure.”
It didn’t take you long to pull his pants down just enough to expose his hard cock, hidden in the confines of his underwear. You carefully pressed your palm against it, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of his boxers. You heard him inhale sharply and fought the urge to smirk. You’ve barely touched him and yet he was so responsive. You felt a small surge of pride over being able to have such an effect on him merely by touching him over his underwear.
Not wanting to keep him, or yourself, waiting, you ran your hand up, tucking the tips of your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulling the material down until his cock sprang free, standing proudly and waiting for you to touch.
Tearing your gaze away from Jongho’s temporarily, you wrapped your hand around the base and gave him a tentative stroke, enjoying the way he let out a whimper. As much as you wanted to tease him about it, you chose not to, wanting to make him feel good.
Parting your lips, you took him by surprise by taking him into your mouth without any warning, making him gasp, one of his hands moving to your head, fingers tightening slightly in your hair. “Shit,” he hissed, breath already coming out raggedly.
Oh how you wanted to tease him for it so badly. Falling apart so quickly. ‘Another time.’
You sank slowly, taking more and more of him in your mouth, the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue. He tried to focus on his breathing, trying to keep his composure no doubt but you knew his resolve would crumble the moment you started bobbing your head.
And crumble it did.
No sooner than you started moving, did he let out a loud moan. Almost too loud. If anyone had been walking by your room at that exact moment, there would be no doubt in their mind what was going on behind the door. Not that you’d mind. You really didn’t care what your dorm neighbors thought.
The only thing that mattered was that your boyfriend, your oh-so-sweet and innocent boyfriend, was in your room, cock in your mouth, and the eagerness to learn how to please you after you got him off. It seemed only fair to show him what you could do first before teaching him what to do.
A preemptive reward if you will.
Each bob of your head had Jongho choking back a moan, resisting the urge to bite his fist to muffle the sounds even more than he was. You pulled back, his cock falling from your tongue to look up at him. Your hand took over temporarily as you looked up at him and spoke.
“Don’t hold back,” you said, voice slightly hoarse. “I don’t care who hears you.”
Jongho shook his head. “I don’t want your neighbors to complain,” he whispered, stifling a groan as your hand worked him even more. “Fuck them” you retorted. “I want to hear how good I make you feel, baby,” you added. Jongho studied your face for a moment, contemplating whether he should just toss his inhibitions aside but the decision was made for him when you took him back in your mouth, letting out an unrestrained moan.
You felt a swell of pride in your chest as you moved, each unrestrained moan a dulcet melody to your ears. You continued to move, hollowing your cheeks as you pulled back. Glancing up, you met his heated gaze, and felt that distinct throb between your legs. “Babe,” he moaned, gently stroking your hair. “Let me—” whatever he was about to say faltered as he let out a whine, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.
You barely gave him a chance to recover as you sank further, taking his cock further until the head rested just in the back of your throat. Jongho let out a choked moan as you swallowed around him. “Fuck, baby, wait,” Jongho gasped, cock twitching in your mouth. You pulled back and looked up at him.
“I was about to cum,” he panted, making you smirk. “That’s the goal,” you said softly, licking your lips. “Just, give me a moment,” Jongho said breathlessly and you nodded, watching him regulate his breathing. The silence was punctuated only by his ragged breathing.
“Uhm, Y/N?” he finally spoke. You looked up at him. “Hmm?”
“Could I… try something?” His voice sounded so soft and full of curiosity. How could you deny his genuine curiosity? You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.
“Of course,” you replied sweetly. “What would you like to try?”
Of course, at that moment, your sweet boyfriend’s words failed him. “I-I… I w-wanted to…” You smiled up at him. “Take your time,” you cooed. “I’m not going anywhere. And don’t feel embarrassed for asking for anything. I’m happy to let you try anything you—”
“Could I fuck your face?”
You weren’t sure what you were expecting to come out of his mouth but it certainly wasn’t that.
“Oh,” you said softly, caught off guard. Jongho’s face flushed in the low light of your room. “S-sorry,” he muttered quickly. “F-forget I said anything!” He started to pull his underwear up but you stopped him. “I told you that you have nothing to be embarrassed about, babe,” you said softly.
“If you want to try that, we certainly can.”
Jongho stared at you, eyes widening as you tugged his pants and underwear back down. “R-really?” he asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. ‘Cute.’ You nodded, a smile ever present on your face.
“Of course,” you replied. “If I tap your thigh twice, that means stop, okay?” you asked. He nodded excitedly. You licked your lips before parting them and allowing him to guide the head of his cock into your mouth. You breathed in slowly and nodded, letting him know you were ready.
The first thrust was shallow, almost as if he was testing the waters. You nodded again. He gave you another shallow thrust. You pulled back quickly. “Don’t worry about me,” you said softly. “Just go for it. I’ll stop you if I need to.”
The moment his cock was back in your mouth, Jongho did as you said and went for it. One hand held your head in place, giving you a few tentative thrusts before just letting go. Each thrust had the tip hitting the back of your throat, making lewd sounds fill the room.
Jongho’s hand moved to the back of your head and you were taken by surprise as he pushed your head further, forcing the head of his cock into the back of your throat. You gagged, despite trying to fight it but he didn’t let up. Instead, he gave you another thrust, pushing further into your throat.
“Oh shit,” you heard him curse. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue and before he could pull you off him, you grabbed his hips, holding him firmly in place. “F-fuck, I’m gonna—”
His words were cut off by a moan as he came, load spilling down your throat. You held him still until you were sure he was done before pulling back, coughing slightly. “Oh shit, are you okay, angel?” Jongho asked quickly, taking your face in his hands and inspecting your face. You smiled at him.
“More than okay,” you answered, carefully pulling his underwear back up over his softening cock and zipping up his pants. Jongho pulled you into a kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.
“Lie back,” he muttered against your lips, leaning over you as he spoke. You scooted backwards on your bed as Jongho climbed over you, lips pressing against yours as his hand bunched your dress up against your hip. “Can I remove this?” he asked softly. You nodded, letting out a soft giggle as his fingers skimmed against your bare skin as he hiked your dress up.
“Wait,” you said softly, grabbing his hands. Jongho looked up, meeting your gaze. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked, searching your face. You cupped his cheek tenderly. “Take your time,” you muttered. “Don’t rush things.”
Jongho nodded, letting your dress fall against the bed, exposing only below your navel, giving him full view of your red lace panties. “Oh fuck,” he whispered. “You’re going to be the death of me, babe.” You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a smile as Jongho pressed a couple chaste kisses against your collar before glancing up at you, his hands slowly sliding down your chest, cupping your breasts briefly.
“I know I’m supposed to be learning to give oral,” he started, looking back up at you. “But could I please, take this off? Please, baby, please,” he murmured. “I really just wanna see your beautiful body.”
Hearing the compliment from him made your cheeks grow warm. “Another time, okay? Let’s focus on the lesson,” you replied. Jongho sighed and nodded, slowly kissing down your body over the material of your dress until he reached your stomach. He looked up to meet your gaze.
“Now what?” he asked. “Take your time,” you started. “Just do what you feel comfortable doing.”
Without another word, you stifled a giggle as his kisses tickled your skin. “Should I take these off?” he asked, fingers toying with the lace of your panties. You nodded. “Go ahead.”
You lifted your hips as Jongho pulled the fabric down, removing them and tossing them aside. “Do I just…” he trailed off. “Just do what you feel comfortable doing. You’ve touched me before, if you want to start with that, I’m fine with that. I just want you to be comfortable,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows as Jongho looked up at you from between your thighs.
“Or I could just…” he trailed off, spreading your lips before giving you a light lick, tongue flat against your clit. “Yeah,” you said breathily as he dove back in. “You could do that, too.”
“Remember what I told you before. Focus on the cli— ah!” you gasped as you felt his tip of his tongue pass over your clit, already sensitive from not getting any attention earlier. “Like that?” he asked, peeking at you as you fell back against the bed. “Y-yeah, like that,” you answered.
Jongho gave you a cheeky smile which you didn’t see and went back to it, diving back in. Each pass of his tongue over your aching clit had you moaning, the backs of your thighs resting against his shoulders as he buried his face between your legs.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” you asked between moans, one hand moving down to tangle in his dark locks. “Cause it sure seems like you know what you’re doing.” Jongho hummed against you, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. “I’m sure,” he finally managed to get out, licking his lips. “If I had, I think we’d already be past this,” he added.
“Oh?” you asked, lifting your head. “Where would we be, then?”
Jongho pulled back, slowly caressing your thigh. “With you on your stomach, my cock buried in your pussy,” he replied nonchalantly. Your jaw fell slack, surprised at the sudden surge of confidence exuding from your boyfriend. “Should we skip oral and go straight to that or—?” you asked, resisting the urge to smirk when Jongho frowned at you.
“No,” he answered. “I want to learn this,” he continued. You reached to take his chin in your hand. “You seem to have a pretty good handle on it,” you complimented. “But by all means, keep going. Make me cum all over that handsome face.”
Jongho didn’t wait for another invitation, pulling you to meet his face, his tongue continuing its assault on your clit. You’d had partners go down on you before but none of them had ever been this eager. It was like once he’d gotten a taste, there was no stopping Jongho until you came, which you weren’t complaining about, not when you were being pushed to the edge every time he kissed, licked, or sucked. You wondered if he’d watched something or read something for pointers.
Maybe that’s what spurred this whole thing on. Had he been doing ‘homework’ so to speak? And he wanted to take this next step and prove himself to you? Whatever his motivation, you weren’t sure nor could you care when your thighs were threatening to squeeze around his head.
“That’s it,” you gasped, resisting the urge to grind against his tongue. “Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”
The praise did wonders for Jongho’s ego and it showed as his actions became more confident, making your back arch off the mattress as he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Close,” you muttered. “I’m so close.” You heard him hum and felt two fingers toying with your slit before sinking into you.
Where the fuck did he learn that? No, when did he learn that? “Oh fuck, keep going, baby. You’re doing so good. How are you so good at this?” you hissed as his fingers curled inside you, pushing you over the edge and you gasped out a warning that you were about to cum.
You were grateful your boyfriend was so strong or you might have crushed his head. Instead, he held your thighs open as your orgasm washed over you, your hips moving to ride out your high until your body shook from overstimulation. “Okay, baby, that’s good,” you said breathlessly.
Jongho wiped his lips and chin on the back of his hand and grinned at you, clearly proud of his work. “How was that?” he asked, sounding just as proud as he looked. You lightly slapped his hand on your thigh and chuckled. “You passed. You got an A in fact.”
Jongho climbed over you, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “An A, huh?” he asked softly. You hummed, nodding in response. “Hmm,” he murmured, giving you another kiss.
“How would I go about getting some extra credit then?”
Your eyes opened and looked up at him. “Extra credit?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Jongho said softly, kissing you again, one of his hands sneaking between your bodies.
“Gotta turn that A into an A plus somehow.”
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NSFW LINK - MDNI
It wasn’t often that Jongho liked to completely strip while hitting it from the back, while he liked to focus more on your body than seeing his own. But he especially loved it when you’d cream on his clothes.
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Some unholy thoughts from me, bunnies.
Let's talk about Yunho and size training.
Yunho has a big and thick dick, and when we say big, we mean huge. And there is absolutely no way you can get his whole massive length inside you at once. But this is exactly the thing that turns him on the most about you: how small and tight your pussy is.
So imagine: Yunho is sitting on the edge of a big bed, and you are sitting on his lap with your back pressed against his broad chest. He is behind you, tall, sexy, and absolutely hot, and you are literally melting away in his arms. Of course, there is a huge mirror in front of the bed, and Yunho can see how half of his dick is already inside you while you are desperately trying to sit on the rest of his hard and wet length. To help you relax, he starts playing with your pussy - slowly rubbing your clit, sliding his fingers between your wet, sensitive folds, and circling the edge of your leaking hole with his finger pad where he enters.
He even spreads your labia open with his fingers so that you can see just how well his thick cock is going to stretch your pussy.
"Shhh, baby, just a little more. When I'm all the way inside of you, you'll have the feeling of me here." To emphasise the meaning of his words, his other hand presses against your stomach. "As soon as you get used to me, my cock will be the only thing that will be able to fill and satisfy your needy cunt, my love."
From what he has told you, more and more cum is coming out of your pussy and dripping down onto the part of his dick that is not yet inside you. It literally drives him crazy, especially when he sees it in the reflection of the mirror.
He lifts his hips a little bit and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into your hole until you are sitting on top of him completely. You would never have thought that you would be on top of the cute and hot librarian from your university at the end of the day. Yunho removes his hand from your belly, only to put his long, slender fingers into your mouth, and he begins to fuck you with them as he slowly pushes himself into your cunt.
"You see, you're perfect for me—a small and sweet sleeve for my cock. As soon as I saw you in the library, I knew right away that you were going to be such a beautiful doll for me. Your pussy is so tight, baby, so tight. You can't take all my cock yet, but that's no problem, right? You're going to train, sweetheart, until you can take me easily with just one thrust, and after that, I'm going to fuck you as I like and whenever I want. You won't need those cute little knickers any more with me. I can always hold your pussy in my hand, baby."
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that pull out game post you reblogged 😵💫 if you ever expanded upon that with cheol or gyu I would just 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
for those late to the party, lovely anon means this reblog.
MDNI. minor/ageless blogs will be blocked.
but naw me too fr anon. im trying to write and it isn’t working so let’s play with some headcanons shall we.
I think I’ve established how Seungcheol has a god complex and control freak issues here. That would definitely translate to this aspect of sleeping with him.
Especially with how possessive he can get. For him, it’s more than just enjoying a good old fashioned creampie. While he does love how good your pussy looks stuffed full of his cum. It’s more than that, it’s laying claim to what is his.
You are his. And his only.
“It’s alright, baby,” he’d grunt out, growing increasingly closer to his release with every cry that falls from your lips. He loves the way you beg, he’s the one who gets to decide how your body reacts to him. “This is what you’re made for, taking every last bit of me.”
“Sshh,” he coos, pressing the most deceivingly sweet kisses along your hairline. “Feel the way you’re tightening around me? You want this just as much. Wanna have my baby, mhm?”
He has you cum multiple times on his cock before he’s finally spilling inside of you. “See, you wanted it so bad, baby. Gonna look so pretty all swollen for me.”
It’s just another way to keep you under his thumb. Another way to control you and keep each other in each others lives.
Meanwhile . . .
Mingyu is very very very purely primal. It’s all about marking, it’s all about how frenzied he gets from the way you struggle and beg him to at least pull out. Mingyu feeds completely off the energy around him, the more you get emotional the more it gets him off. With every tear, every plea and sob as you writhe beneath him.
He's a beast intent on devouring you whole, marking, claiming, sinking his teeth into you. Mingyu is polar opposite to the way he presents himself on a daily basis, the inviting smiles and silly jokes. He's rabid as he tears into you.
One of his favorite things is to tear your clothes from you, leaving them in tatters upon the floor. Unlike Seungcheol, he enjoys taking you any and everywhere-- where Seungcheol can be a bit pickier about the time and place and such. Mingyu doesn't care. When the hunger strikes, he's pinning you in place before you can blink.
"Fuck, keep crying just like that-- Fuck, yeah, just like that, so close," he's sinking his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
"Look so good like this," his voice gravelly, moans pitching and heady as his powerful hips slam against you mercilessly.
"Gonna look even better with your tits leaking," his pace picking up as his own words push him further into a carnal and feverish fit. "Full of me and what's mine."
idk something like that. what do i know.
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Ateez and oral sex Part II
Holy Bibly version | Part I
Seonghwa: Oh God, that man. Do I even need to tell you that he lives for your pussy? He loves oral sex, and he is definitely a giver. Of course, Seonghwa will not turn down a blowjob, but damn it, in every situation and at every opportunity, his mouth will end up between your legs. Loud, shameless, and passionate, sex is definitely an art form for him, so it will be fucking hours of endless pleasure, but be prepared for the fact that Seonghwa is not going to be gentle. I know it's common to think that Hwa is a gentle and soft boy, but bunnies, let's face it, he's an Aries; he's got this fiery aggressive side to him, and haven't you seen how he grabs the other members by the neck? So it doesn't matter if he's eating you or you're sucking his dick; it's going to be pretty intense.
Seonghwa, like Wooyoung, loves unbreakable eye contact; he wants to savour every second of your licking and kissing of his dick. His eyes are focused on every little movement of your tongue as you slowly lick the velvety length. He also likes to run his swollen, wet head over your lips, coating them with his pre-cum until they are all shiny and sticky. He moans deep and long as you take more of his dick into your warm mouth. As soon as the head of his dick hits the back of your throat, he begins to fuck you slowly and deeply. His thrusts are always calculated and careful; he doesn't want to hurt you, but sometimes his demonic side awakens and he literally fucks your face until you cry and choke on his dick. Seonghwa loves the feel of your tongue rubbing against the bulging vein on his length every time his cock enters your mouth. Just like San, Hwa loves your sucking and licking of his balls. He may also have a request for you to warm his cock in your mouth. He usually asks you to swallow his cum, but he may also cum on your lips or chest, depending on his mood. Seonghwa doesn't mind kissing you afterwards, just so he can have a taste of his own sperm on your tongue.
Seonghwa is definitely the type of guy who is completely drunk with your pussy. Gifted with a rather long and skilled tongue, Hwa will never miss an opportunity to use it to give you the most vivid sensations. For him, this is a full-fledged sexual encounter, and he does not need to fuck your pussy; it will be enough for him that he can make you come just with his tongue and his fingers several times. The way you fall apart when he is licking your hole or slowly sucking on your clit will give him a euphoric feeling of pleasure. He can slide his tongue between your folds for hours on end and slowly fuck you with his fingers until you are crying out in pleasure. He is 100% a fan of squirting, and when you do it just from oral stimulation, he will be so smug and horny at the same time that he will definitely want to do it again. It doesn't matter for him if you're riding on his face or your legs thrown over his shoulders, you lying on a table with your legs spread wide for him, or he kneeling in front of you; Seonghwa is absolutely happy with any position as long as he can taste you. He loves to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers spreading the delicate folds of your cunt to get better access to your dripping hole as his tongue slides in and out of you. Loud as fuck - moaning, whining, purring and constantly telling you how good you taste and how much he loves pleasuring you with his mouth, when he devours you like the sweetest dessert in the world. Bonus if you pull his hair or push his face even closer to your pussy. You'll cum at least 3–4 times before it gets too much for you or doesn't turn into full-blown sex. Generally, Hwa will be quite happy with just the fact that you've squirted all over his pretty face, but if he does fuck you afterwards, expect him to stick his tongue between your folds again after he cum inside your cunt, this time to clean you of his cum.
Yeosang: I think Yeo is also more on the giving side. For him, oral sex is associated with comfort and relaxation, so whether you're blowing him or he's eating you, it's always going to be leisurely and prolonged. Something that helps the two of you relax, and it will be a very intimate act for both of you. Yeosang can also do without fucking you after you have both cum from the oral sex. He is a lover of beautiful things, so he likes it when you fuck in a certain atmosphere. He is not a fan of quick sex. It's hard for me to say if he would be rude to you; it's more dependent on his mood and needs. But Yeosang can be both very careful and gentle, and he can dominate you harshly, subjugating you to himself and controlling you as he wants.
Beautiful—that's what you should look like when you are licking his dick. Yeosang would also like you to have shiny, sticky lip gloss on your lips to smear all over his hard, thick length as you suck him off. He is somewhere between San and Mingi in this respect. He likes it when you take him deep, swallowing his cock all the way down until the swollen head rests against the back of your throat. And at the same time, he also wants you to pay special attention to the head of his cock, to circle it with your tongue, and to suck it gently. He also wants you to give him a handjob while you're blowing him. The sight of your hand wrapped around his thick cock will drive him mad, and Sangie may even want you to do it with lace gloves on. "God, you look so beautiful." A deep and gentle moan and never-ending praise. This is the kind of guy who will stroke your hair like a kitten while his dick is in your mouth as deep as balls. He would definitely like it if you started to drool. When Yeosang is in the mood to dominate you, he will fuck your mouth in a deep, hard rhythm until you gag. He will growl and roll his eyes in pleasure as he hears the sound of you gurgling and grunting around the thick circumference of his cock. He will also grab hold of your head with both of his hands to hold you in place as he thrusts himself into you. He likes to come on your chest and smear his own cum all over your skin. He will also be fascinated by the sight of the thick, milky liquid as it flows down into the valley between your tits. He may even want to come on your panties as well.
Yeosang is never in a hurry when eating your pussy; he pays great attention to the process - slowly licking and sucking your folds. For him, this is one of the best ways to relax; all he wants to do is please his beautiful girl with some amazing cunnilingus and get rid of any accumulated stress along the way. He licks your clitoris sweetly with the tip of his tongue and makes soft, deep moans and grunts. Clearly, this is the type of guy who can eat you out through your lacy panties while rubbing his nose against you or licking his own cum off you. Yeosang loves lace, and he especially loves it when you are wearing it. Despite his gentle and shy appearance, he has a terribly dirty mouth and is more of a wolf in sheep's clothing than an angel from heaven. "Do you like that, little bitch? The way my tongue fucks your pretty pussy?" "You're such a sweet bunny; squirt on my tongue; let me taste more of you." "Your pussy is so beautiful; should I take a photo? So that the other boys can enjoy the view too." He looks up at you from his perch between your legs, smiling smugly as his whole mouth is smeared with your juices. Long, sticky strands of your mucus connect his mouth to your cunt. He spreads your plump lips with his thumbs, revealing your pink, tight hole and the way your clit twitches when his hot breath touches that sensitive bundle of nerves. Yeosang loves it when you pull his hair while he sucks on your pussy as if it were a piece of candy. He would also love to fuck you with my tongue while you are in the 69 position and you are warming up his dick in your throat. 100% is going to overstimulate you until you have at least three orgasms.
Hongjoong: Another Dom of pleasure who is ready to worship you for hours on end and to please you with his lips and his tongue. He loves oral sex, perhaps too much; as for Hongjoong, it is an act of power and possessiveness, but even if you cum on his tongue and fingers several times, he will not rest until he has fucked you senseless. The contrast between the way he worships you and the way he fucks you like a whore at the same time will drive you mad. Millions of hickeys and bruises on your thighs, on your chest, on your neck, on your inner thighs, and even on your tender mound—his signature. If Hongjoong had his way, he would burn the marks of his lips into your skin so that every damn guy in the world would know that you were taken. Joong is more of a giver, but he'll want just as much attention and affection from you in return, so be prepared for your throat and jaw to be sore for a couple of days after he's had his way with you.
The sight of you on your knees in front of him, licking and slobbering all over his cock, will drive him mad. His hands will be in your hair, tugging at the strands and occasionally lifting your face so that you can look into his eyes as your lips stretch around the red, swollen head of his cock. As your tongue slides along his slit, picking up the drops of pre-cum that have been released, he moans loudly and growls. Absolutely shameless. Hongjoong is definitely the kind of guy who will tell you how good you are making him feel and how much he loves your hot and wet mouth. "That's it, princess; go deeper. Show me how much you want my cock." "You are such an obedient little girl; Daddy is so proud of you." "I want to see how you choke on my dick while I fuck you down your throat." In spite of his tough exterior, Hongjoong is actually quite sensitive, and the way your tongue licks the base of his cock and the balls of his dick will literally make him see the stars. On certain days, Joong may ask you to keep his dick warm in your mouth while he works. He is also aware of your oral fixation and will be more than happy to satisfy your desperate need to keep something in your mouth by letting you suck on the head of his cock as if it were a lollipop. In 8 out of 10 cases, he'll come on your face, enjoying watching his thick, warm cum run down your cheeks, stick at your eyelashes, and glisten on your pretty lips. For him, this is an act of power, a reaffirmation that you are completely his property. In fact, Hongjoong may even forbid you to wash your face while he fucks you to the point of unconsciousness.
A totally dirty and selfless eater—sucking, kissing, licking, fucking you with his tongue and his fingers—all of it mixed with loud moans, satisfied grunts, and an endless stream of depraved words. "Look how you flow for me, Princess. Daddy loves it so fucking much." "You have such a beautiful pussy. And it's all mine." "Come on, angel, cum on my tongue." Fucking intense eye contact, he keeps his eyes on you as his tongue licks up the juices that are leaking out of you. He left hickeys and scratched your inner thighs. Lapping up your slime like it's the sweetest thing in the world, Hongjoong just can't get enough of you. He'll lick you for hours, and bunnies, we all know how skilled his tongue is, so each of your orgasms will be more powerful than the last. You will be 100% squirting. As he literally buries himself in your pussy, plunging his tongue deep into your hole and rubbing your clit with his nose, his whole face will be wet with your juices. His tongue will lick your silky walls until you are crying and writhing in agony. His beautiful lips will wrap around your clit as he scratches your thighs, leaving rough red stripes on your skin. He will blow on your wet folds to see you shudder as the cold air comes into contact with your sensitive pussy. He desperately wants you to ride on his face as you pull on his hair and use him like a fucking toy. He will need you to come at least five times before he really starts to fuck your brains out.
Jongho: I have the feeling that Jongho is more classic in a way. He prefers to have actual penetrative sex rather than oral sex, and for him, it's all just a prelude. Of course, he likes to feel your warm mouth on his dick, and he doesn't mind eating you. But for him, it won't be something super intense and long-lasting, unlike Seonghwa, Mingi, or Wooyoung. Jongho also likes to get sucked off more than he likes to eat you. Most of the time, it will be you who will be on your knees in front of him with your tongue obediently out of your mouth.
He's definitely one of those who likes it when you're leading. It will only turn him on even more if you get down on your knees in front of him without saying a word to him or begging. "Such a good girl," he will say as he strokes your hair and looks down at you. Jongho would also love it if you would rub your face against his clothed cock before you wrap your lips around the thick, hot length of it. He'll hold your head with both hands as he fucks you in the mouth, enjoying your grunting and moaning as you gasp on his dick. Definitely a fan of the face fuck. It can be slower or faster depending on his mood, but either option is quite messy. He loves it when he pulls his dick out of your mouth to see the drool running down your chin and neck mixed with his pre-cum. "I love how fucked you already look; you're such a beautiful baby." Take a deep breath and hiss as you run your tongue along the length of his dick, paying special attention to the swollen, pulsating vein. Jongho loves it when you take him deep into your throat so he can see his cock bulging on your neck. In 10 out of 10 cases, he will rub it with his thumb. "That's right, baby. You're doing so well. Good girl." Feeling the walls of your throat contract around the thick girth of his cock will almost make him cum. But Jongho is the kind of guy who prefers to cum inside your little cunt so he can enjoy the sight of his thick cum pouring out of you.
Jongho prefers fingering to eating pussy, but if you ask him or if he's in the mood for it, he'll never refuse to put his mouth on your wet, plump cunt. Before he starts to lick you out, he is going to stretch you out with his fingers. First,he will slowly rub your clit until your hole begins to flow like a waterfall, then he will slide his fingers between your folds, smearing your juices over them until they are sticky and shiny. Then he will circle the edge of your quivering rim several times until he inserts two fingers deep and calculatedly fucks you. He would definitely like to eat you from behind so that he can also knead and spank your ass while his tongue slides all over your cunt. He is going to leave red marks on your skin from his hands. He'll pay special attention to your clit, sucking on it and stimulating it with his tongue until you're squealing and writhing in his strong grip. 100% of the ttime, itwill leave bruises on your thighs. As this is more of a warm-up for Jongho before the actual sex, he won't be aiming to make you come on his tongue, but he will definitely keep you aroused and bring you to orgasm several times before pulling back. There is also a good chance that he will have slapped your pussy a couple of times, just to get more fluid out of your needy hole. He will definitely be sucking on your labia while he is fingering you. Like I said, he wants to cum in your cunt. I can definitely see him smearing his cum all over your folds after he has completely fucked your brains out.
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asking svt if you can tie a bow on ‘it’ | 97 line
genre; nsfw, cockette, mdni <3 | a/n; a sucker for big, puppy-coded, pathetic men | find 95z, 96z here!
— minghao
very amused. “my... cock?” the sight of you nodding excitedly has his cock twitching. hao loves dolling you up, and he likes getting the same done for him too. he softly smiles at the content look on your face when you tie a soft satin ribbon near his tip. you kiss his tip, lightly sucking on the precum oozing out. you put on your lipstick and press kisses all over his cock, leaving lipstick stains on them. he groans, dick throbbing under your touch as you look up at him with sultry eyes. you trace the vein running on the underside with your tongue, before stopping with a suck to his red tip. minghao does the same for you, tying bows on your thighs and breasts, leaving hickey marks on you.
— mingyu
so down for it. he sees the trend and patiently waits for you to ask him, and you do. except in a way that he did not expect. first, you did start off with tying bows on his biceps, hair and even his thighs. he feels so appreciated and low-key cocky lol. and then you do the unthinkable, asking if you can tie one on his cock too. he thinks he misheard you, but when you palm his cock through his boxers, he knows he didn't. instantly complies, getting rid of his clothes in one go before submitting, naked in front of you. and he just look at you with big puppy eyes as you tie a dusty pink bow on his fat cock. and you've never seen a sight more addicting. a 6ft man, covered in ribbons and naked, patiently waiting for you to fuck him.
— seokmin
so flustered. also thinks he misheard you. he agrees shyly to the idea. seokmin works out to impress you but he gets so shy when flexing. not to mention how much you appreciate his muscles everyday. he knows you love his body but not this much. you chuckle as he looks at you with big curious eyes. you have already decorated his biceps and now it's time for his cock. whines when you jerk him off to get him hard and red, occasionally sucking as well. then you tie the bow on his twitching dick, taking pics of it and with it. his face burns with a blush when you look at him with such need in your eyes. and he ends up fucking you, more roughly than usual.
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Shirt
genre: fluff, smut
paring: Jonghoxreader
au/summary: His shirt just smelled so good
warning: explict smut
rating: 18+
wc: 1072
“Did you miss me that much?”
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Warning:Olfactophilia(aroused by smells), masturbation, big dick Jongh, creampie(be safe, or don't i dont make the rules), fingering
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Did you enjoy laundry? No, who actually does; but it needed to be done.
Your boyfriend was at work and having nothing else on your plate, you finally decided to get it done. You took the dirty clothes into the laundry room, turned on the machine before throwing in some detergent.
Slowly you started throwing the clothes in the machine, separating them and ensuring there's nothing in the pockets of the pants.
You soon arrived to a shirt. It wasn't anything special. It was a black button up shirt. Your boyfriend wore it. it often and you loved how he looked it in.
Bringing it up to your nose you were able to smell his Do Son parfum and a bit of sweat. You weren't sure why but it turned you on. You hurriedly threw the rest of the clothes into the machine and ran to your bed.
Laying on the bed, you moved his shirt to your nose and inhaled the smell. Jongho smelled so good. It was like he was there. You slid your hand into your shorts and slowly began to touch yourself.
You were so distracted that the time slipped your mind, forgetting Jongho would be home shortly. He heard your quiet moans once entering the apartment and quietly made his way to the room, wanting to see what you were doing.
He was thoroughly surprised when he saw you touching yourself while smelling his shirt. He felt his dick grow in his pants. He couldn't let you have all the fun to yourself.
After quietly walking to the foot of the bed and smiled and said, "Did you miss me that much?"
You jumped up and tried to hide what you were doing. "Baby! Your home! I didn't hear yo-"
He removed his jacket and crawled onto the bed, towing over you. "What were you doing sweetie?" He already knew the answer, but teasing you was more fun.
"Just some laundry... Nothing crazy."
"And you decided to steal my shirt to touch yourself with? I didn't know you li-"
"It's not like that! It just smelled like you and then I ended up like this. You smell good."
Jongho laughed and kissed your forehead. "I smell that good huh?" He placed another kiss on your lips before kissing your neck and then your ear. "I bet I could make you feel just as good."
His cockness just did something to you, wanting to beg for it at this point. "Please?"
"Of course honey, lay down for me." You laid down as he removed your shorts and underwear. He kissed your thighs causing you to squirm.
Jongho placed his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them while he kissed your thighs, licking every time you licked his fingers. He soon pulled them out before positioning them at your hole.
Both his middle and index finger slid in with ease forcing a loud moan from your throat. "Two fingers already? You must've had fun without me." He said, pouting as he spoke.
He slid his fingers in and out, counting to provide pleasure for you. Your moans seem never ending, and damn did he love that. He always said your moans were better than his singing, if that was possible.
Jongho truly did love your moans and didn't want to stop hearing them. He stretched his fingers, causing a scissoring motion inside of you. You threw your head back at the new sensation. He smiled, loving that he could make you sound like that. That this was a song only for him, a song that he makes you sing, and did he want more.
He pulled his fingers out and sat up. He undid his pants and pulled out his dick. You knew he was big, you enjoyed how it stretched you out every time, how full you felt when he was inside you but damn did it always surprise you.
Jongho positioned himself at your entrance and leaned over you, kissing you before entering you. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he streached you out. Feeling your walls open up or your boyfriend felt so good.
Once inside he pulled away from this kiss and smiled at you. "Always so damn tight honey." He slowly pulled out before slamming back into you. "You don't want me to leave." He pulled out again before slamming right back into you.
You moaned loudly, he was stretching you and pounding deep into you, but you wanted more. He was teasing you. "Please... faster baby..."
Jongho smirked after hearing your pleas. "As you wish." He lifted one of your legs above his shoulder. Before you could protest he began pounding into you. Slamming his huge cock into you, forcing you to take all of him.
You cried out, moaning his name, wanting him to put your leg down, the pleasure becoming too much for you. "Jongho...My leg...please..."
He smiled down at you and stopped. "Of course honey."
Instead of putting your leg down, he lifted the other and leaned down to your ear, folding you in half. "This is what you wanted, right honey?" Before hearing your response, he resumed his pounding and you could only moan out his name.
As much as he loved hearing you moan, hearing you moan his name did something to him, it just causes something to take over and all he wants is for you to cum, moaning his name.
He groans into your ear, as you squeeze against him. "Honey...I'm going to cum okay...I'm going to cum inside you..cum with me honey."
You could only nod, feeling your climax reach as well. Jongho feels you tighten around him, no longer being able to hold back, he cums inside you, filling up you.
You cum alongside him, moaning out his name. He gives a few sloppy thrusts, ridding out both your orgasams. He chuckles before kissing your check.
"Honey, is smelling my shirt really that good?"
"Oh my god Jongho! Hush!" You guys laugh and share a few kisses before cleaning up and finishing up the laundry.
"Baby you didn't wash the black shirt." You say once you notice the black shirt still on the bed.
"You might need to use it again." He responds, smiling at you, wanting you to use it again. You cover your face with the shirt, hiding from embarrassment.
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I'm sorry this is shorter than normal!! I have a new work scedule so im trying to figure what works rn!
BUT tank you for reading!! Im going to keep pumping these out!!
YOU can also request stuff!! I'm working on longer stuff so the short stuff isn't bad, maybe, idk.
BUT YEAH THANK YOU FOR READING!!!
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guilty pleasure (p.sh)
pairing: pothead!bf!seonghwa + reader
rating: suggestive (18+)
trafoamp series
cw: non idol au, reader can be seen as any gender, seonghwa is a pothead, suggestive fluff, kissing/makeout session, lead up to sex, mentions of dirty thoughts, mentions of seonghwa’s amab body part, mentions of dirty texts
you were at your pothead boyfriend’s house, after coming home from the mall. as he was trying on the jeans he bought, you were watching him, your head was swimming with fantasies of him. he teasingly removed his pants, his bulge was visible in his tight fitted calvins. you wanted him so bad. your face was red and you were practically drooling at the sight of his half hard cock in his calvins. you thought about the dirty texts you sent each other before, your cheeks blushing and face was hot.
“like whatcha see?” he teased, taking you out of your trance. he saw the way your eyes were glued to his bulge as he picked up the next pair of jeans. “shame on me for thinking dirty thoughts about my boyfriend as he strips in front of me….” you said with a giggle. “love, i’m usually the dirty minded one, but you just have been staring at my dick the whole time i’ve been trying these pants on” he said with a chuckle.
you wanted to say you’ve been thinking about what you two could do, how he would taste, ir how he would move, ever since he sent those not so safe for work texts to you a few days back. you sighed. “i want this, i want us” you said, he chuckled again. “i still have more jeans to try on” he said, you wanted to smack his pretty face right there and tell him to take you right there. “i mean, i wanna drag this out, like a cigarette, you know, i want this time together to last” you said, he just smiled. “it will last, i have no plans of letting you go.”
you felt no other response was necessary other than to kiss seonghwa, as you both stood there in his room, him wearing nothing but his fitted gray calvins and black tank top. he kissed back, just as passionate. he moved his hand to your face as you continued to kiss each other, the kiss turning into a sloppy makeout session as your tounges entered each other’s mouths, as you did so, you could taste the mint gum and coke on his lips and tounge.
your hand found his hair as you kissed each other’s, with tounge and all. seonghwa took dominance and pushed you both down onto his bed, the black quilt soft under you as his hands moved down your body and he began to kiss down your neck, you didn’t want this moment to end.
© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐳𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
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casual (j.wy)
pairing: non idol!situationship!wooyoung x afab!reader
rating: mature (18+)
trafoamp series masterlist
cw: afab reader, situationship, slight story building, smut, slight teasing, slight dirty talk, cunnilingus, oral in public/a car, kind of sad ending
you felt stupid, stooping down this low over a stupid man. your friends all say your a loser for continuing this “casual situationship” with jung wooyoung. all the times he fucked your brains out on his couch, then told you “we are not together” afterwards was impossible. the guys in his friend circle know you as the girl he bangs on his couch, and it made you bitter that you still wanted him. all the times he said “baby, no attachment” yet here you two were in the passengers seat of his beat up toyota, him on his knees about to eat you out, his knees getting rugburn from kneeling on the scratchy floor of the car, all because of those baggy, ripped up jeans with the big ass rips at the knees he always wears.
as he teased in the way he always does. “such cute little panties” he said before pulling them down and off, his strong, veiny hands held your thighs apart as he went to town on your pussy with his hot, hungry mouth. you wanted to pull his hair and ask him ‘is it casual now?’ but it just felt too good, you were done for, under his spell. he was too good with his mouth, with the way those big brown eyes looked up at you, his mouth sloppily licking and sucking at your clit and pussy, you were a fool for him. your hands ran through his messy black hair, his bruising grip on your thighs and hungry mouth relentless. you couldn’t help but moan at the intense pleasure your so called “casual situationship” was giving you.
he knew how to hit every right spot, sucking and licking just the right ways to get you moaning obscenities as well as his name. “fucking hell, wooyoung, baby, you’re so good at this, oh my god”. your hands now gripped at his hair, your head thrown back against the headrest. the last thing on your mind was about if someone caught you two, it wasn’t too late at night, and you guys had drove into an almost empty parking garage. you were too busy getting the head of your life from the man who repeatedly said you two “weren’t together” to give a fuck if you were seen.
the pleasure he was giving you was bringing you close to orgasm, as your legs began to shake in his grasp and your moans became more frequent and breathing was labored. “fuck, baby, i’m cumming” you said to him, he smirked against your pussy and went faster with his mouth, getting you closer and closer. when you finally came, he ate it all up.
you felt yourself getting mad at yourself again for letting it end up like this again. you hated yourself for letting this drag on, but when it got down to it, you’d miss the fact that your favorite bra was in his dresser, you’d miss him telling his friends he hit it raw and made you cum multiple times when he didn’t. you’d miss fucking him in the bathroom of the restaurant when we go to dinner. you wanted to tell him to go to hell, but you didn’t have it in you. so you just let him drag you along.
© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐳𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
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𖤐 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙 𖤐
pairing — fem!nun!reader x sin of lust!seonghwa ft. ateez as the other sins
rating — smut | mdni
wc — 13.7k
synopsis — life is dull when you are an immortal being such as seonghwa. every day is the same and you live (or rather, merely exist) through the times crushed by the burden of boredom. until something new comes along in the form of a kind, compassionate and righteous newly ordained nun. and so the sin of lust makes it his personal mission to corrupt the purest of souls: yours.
nsfw tags under the cut
tags — *strap up babes this is a wild one*, a tad of plot, my attempt at humor, heavy religious/blasphemous themes (don't read if you're uncomfy <3), inclusive writing (reader is not physically described), also reader is the embodiment of purity, 20240127 hwa (moodboard here), kinda slow burn kinda vibes, so much tensionnn, mentions of a pxrn magazine, sooo much teasing, hot make out sesh, dom!hwa, also very sly demon!hwa, virgin!reader, supernatural sex, corruption kink (obviously), masturbation (f), oral (f), the (un)holy trinity =teasing, begging, mind breaking), thigh riding, nipple play, clit play, some light impact play (kitty slaps + 1 face slap), breath play, hair pulling, fingering (f), monster cock!hwa, size training, pet names (angel, love, darling, sweetheart), praising, degradation (slut, whore), unprotected sex (don’t recommend), denied and ruined orgasm (f), dumbification, multiple orgasms (f), overstim, an ungodly amount of cum, cumflation, lil breeding kink at the very end
playlist — me and the devil by soap&skin, unholy by sam smith, going to hell by the pretty reckless, smells blood by kensuke ushio, american horror show by snow wife, toc toc toc by zazie
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a/n: i had an absolute blast working over my fave fic ever posted. i love it even more now <3
also wanted to say a special thank you to @hwaightme who really helped me pulled through with one <3 ily bai <3333
Seonghwa was bored out of his mind. Like he had been for decades now, even centuries. He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel… well… anything at all really. And after years upon years of vegetating he didn’t care enough to even try anymore. He just laid there, endlessly staring blankly at the emptiness. He tapped his slender finger on his thigh, comfortably set on the bed of dark purple smoke he had materialized out of thin air.
He let out an audible annoyed groan as he was nonchalantly stretching out his long limbs which didn’t fail to catch the attention of the others.
“What’s wrong?” Yeosang asked as he was feasting on some delicious meal he poofed out magically. He didn’t even take a second to look up the bucket full of chicken drumsticks, wrapping his greasy fingers around the bone and eyeing the meat like one would their life long partner. But then again, that wasn’t too far from the truth for Yeosang.
“I’m bored” Seonghwa complained, pushing his long silky black hair back on his forehead and choosing to ignore Yeosang’s lack of interest, dragging out the word on his tongue, transmitting his state of utter apathy to the others.
“Why don’t you go up and play with the Humans?” Mingi suggested while checking himself out in the mirror, readjusting his bangs and sliding his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose before striking a pose to himself, remaining completely self absorbed.
Once again, Seonghwa wasn’t getting much attention from his counterparts but he was somewhat used to it when it came to Mingi.
“What’s the point? They are no fun anyways!” Seonghwa sat up straight and crossed his long elegant legs on the cloud of cotton like smoke.
“Why?” Jongho asked, unlike the others he deigned looking in Seonghwa’s direction with somewhat surprised eyes. “You used to love going around and breaking up happy marriages, luring men and women in with your charms… That was always fun!” He said a little sluggishly, but still with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.
“Yeah… Maybe it was…” Seonghwa replied. “Two millenniums ago…” Another prolonged sigh. “When everything still felt fresh.” He got up from the comfortable cloud of smoke, pacing the endless void as his heels clacked and echoed with each step. “Now I know that Humans are only self centered vile creatures who only claim to have better morals than us because they are scared of the consequences that inevitably ensue from succumbing to their primal desires. When in fact, all they want is to eat, kill, have sex or not do anything at all. They are nothing short of underdeveloped, unevolved, spineless piles of meat”
“Meat? Where?” Yeosang said, finally lifting his head from the bucket of fried chicken to look around, eyes rounded in panic.
Not a single one of them reacted except Mingi who side eyed him with disdain before returning to more important matters at hand such as swapping the aviator sunglasses for narrower, more rectangular ones.
“That’s not entirely false” Jongho concluded, shrugging, easily giving up on the idea of comforting Seonghwa.
“I mean where’s the fun if you can’t break their minds to give in?” Seonghwa placed both hands on Jongho's shoulders, slightly shaking him while the latter lifelessly swayed back and forth. “What is the point if they don’t resist the call of evil? If you can’t erode their will like a rock made smooth by the incessant beating of the waves of the cruel sea.” Seonghwa huffed in a quiet, defeated voice, letting go of Jongho's shoulders to let his arms hang at his side while the other one stared at him blankly.
“Hm… okay” Jongho said before slipping off Seonghwa's reach to take his place on the fluffy bed of purple smoke, crashing head first onto the soft cloud.
A silence settled for what seemed like a long moment, even for them, immutable creatures to whom the very concept of time couldn't grasp at their permanence.
“Well you never tried with that girl…” Wooyoung said, slithering his way to Seonghwa without a sound. He had been watching the scene unfold from afar up until then. “What was her name already?” He snapped his fingers and looked to the side trying to access his memory. He turned to Mingi for help but he was too busy looking through the mirror, slipping on yet another dangling necklace and smirking, satisfied at the results. Wooyoung then tried his luck with Yeosang but he now had his face buried in a huge bowl of chicken broth, the empty bucket of fried chicken abandoned and slurping up a big mouthful of noodles in a rather unpleasant way. “Jongho?” he called, finally settling for the one that looked almost passed out on the bed of smoke, but still this one wielded the most positive result.
“Y/n” Jongho responded without conviction, still laying flat on the cloud of smoke, eyes growing heavier by the second.
“Yeah! That’s right!” Wooyoung exclaimed. “That girl is unbreakable,” he affirmed. Seonghwa scoffed and threw an unconvinced look to his peer.
“No really! I’ve tried to corrupt her but I really couldn’t”. Wooyoung said, raising his brows and talking loudly to support his point. But that did little to persuade Seonghwa, he was convinced that Wooyoung was just not as good as him at breaking the mortals’ souls. So yes, it was possible that Wooyoung had struggled with that girl. But not him, surely not him.
When Wooyoung saw Seonghwa was not budging his face dropped, and he turned to the others. “Please someone back me up on this one”
“Oh yeaaah… I remember her” Yeosang said, voice cut by various sounds of loud lips smacking and open mouth chewing. “Even I tried!”
Now, that was different. Seonghwa was interested. Most people are quick to indulge themselves when it comes to food. It was, so to speak, the easiest sin of the seven to succumb to. The Humans often say “there’s always room for dessert” and innocently eat a generous slice of cake after devouring a full meal. They don’t even notice Yeosang forcing the big spoon full of buttery sugary goodness into their mouths. They don’t even know Yeosang, himself, made this saying.
“She refused to even do as much as taste the delicious meal I made her sister cook for her even though she was starving… instead she gave it to the homeless man living not far from her apartment.” Yeosang stated with aberration shaking his head in disappointment before plunging right back in the ramyeon bowl.
“Hmmm” Seonghwa scratched his chin, his curiosity for the mysterious righteous girl was piqued.
“One day I tried to make her give in” Jongho chipped in from the dark purple smoke bed, even pushing himself on his elbows to look at the others, to Seonghwa’s surprise. “Made her miss the train and the bus she needed to take to get home after work and conveniently laid a juicy wallet stuffed full of even juicier bills in the gutter. All she had to do was to bend down and get the money to take a taxi to her apartment. But instead she took the money and walked to the police station to report the lost wallet, which was in the opposite direction by the way and then walked back home only to take a shower and leave right after to attend the charity soup kitchen. Anddd… Explaining this made me tired. Please don't talk to me for the next two hundred years, thank you.” Jongho concluded in one single breath before laying back down and turning on his side to nap comfortably.
“Maybe that one can be interesting after all” Seonghwa thought aloud, his pretty face taking on a pensive frown, his sharp brows joining on his forehead.
“Yeah no kidding” Wooyoung added. “And you don’t know the best part yet…” A perfidious and sly smile pulled on his handsome features. “She was just ordained nun.”
Seonghwa’s face turned serious as his eyes snapped back to Wooyoung. All of a sudden the girl went from distraction of the day to possibly the ultimate challenge of corruption Seonghwa has been waiting for god knows how long (and he surely did not use the expression lightly).
“Don’t mess with me, Envy!” Seonghwa spat, suddenly calling Wooyoung by his biblical name, testifying the gravity of his statement.
“I’m not kidding, Lust” Wooyoung mocked Seonghwa’s serious tone by also using his sin name. “She decided the life of material things wasn’t the way to happiness so she devoted herself to a humbler one, gifting her time and belongings to the poor and destitutes while she devoted her body to God. God only…” Wooyoung said, feigning nonchalance while he snaked an arm around Seonghwa’s shoulders. “Look… Here she is” he purred in his neck.
With a flick of his wrist, green smoke emanated from thin air and formed a pierced circle where in the middle the reflection of a girl could be seen. She was quiet, in the very humble room, a single window shone down onto the bed as she knelt at its side, palms joined, retreated into silent prayers.
She’s perfect.
That was Seonghwa’s first thought as an obscene smirk tugged at his mouth, his tongue swiping across his lips making them shiny and wet. He eyed the girl kneeling by the bed as he lowered his chin, one strand of hair falling over the piercing siren eyes. The black and white uniform she was wearing, the habit, couldn’t fool the seasoned eyes of Seonghwa. All the fabric in the world couldn’t hide away the glorious curves of her body, the beautiful arch of her back leading to the roundness of her bottom gently resting on her heels. The holy swells of her chest softly lifting the thick black material of the habit and the simple wooden cross held by humble twine she was wearing around her neck.
Divine.
Was what described her best.
“She’s stunning,” Seonghwa huffed in a soft murmur, mesmerized and captivated by the image Wooyoung was showing him. And he smirked in victory, relishing on the way he had convinced his peer, once again living up to his name and very nature.
“Yeah I know.” Mingi said, finally turning his face away from his reflection to address Seonghwa. “I thought with such a pretty face she’d be easy to convince that she’s above everyone else and just make her a pretentious too-far-up-her-own-ass bitch. But I quickly realized she was a lost cause” he concluded, shrugging and stepping away from the mirror, sitting down next to Jongho, already fast asleep only to materialize another handheld mirror. seconds later.
“Yes…” Seonghwa spoke softly as he stared intensely at the girl. “She just might do.”
***
You were on cleaning duty at the church today after the mass. Even if the church was quite big it didn’t intimidate you. You settled the two buckets of warm soapy water and your floor cloth before tying your hair up in a rather unaesthetic but very practical hairdo and stretched your shoulders before giving yourself a determined little nod.
You started with scrubbing the ancient cobblestone of the old church with soap and a lot of elbow grease. Then you immediately followed up with dusting the chairs, the altar and the numerous effigies.
You diligently washed, dusted, scrubbed, cleaned, polished, until everything was neat and right. Simply happy and content with the idea of being useful to the community. The rhythmic sounds of your hard bristle brush against the pavements were setting the pace of the silence which helped you connect to the spiritual nature of the ancient place of worship.
But as you were tidying the confessional booth you noticed a small piece of colorful paper peeking from underneath the bench lined with worn burgundy red velvet. When your hands reached under the seat and hazardly caught the object you knew it was a magazine from the glossy feeling of the paper underneath your fingertips and when you finally let your eyes fall on it you realized the nature of the magazine.
Porn. A pornographic magazine.
The cover displayed several nude women adopting very suggestive poses, one of them even dangerously leaning her face towards the intimate parts of another one.
The obscene imagery made your heart race and you started to feel dizzy. You sat yourself on the bench and rested the lewd magazine in your lap. You took a deep breath and, very slowly, parted the red curtains to make sure you were alone in the church. Then you opened the magazine and flipped the cover page.
“Oh my… Look at that! She is flipping the pages!” Yeosang exclaimed.
“Oh she’s definitely curious about it,” Mingi laughed, his lips stretching into a satisfied half smile. But Seonghwa was more cautious, he refused to believe it just yet. Something about your body language was not right.
“Shhh” he shushed the others and motioned for them to keep looking through the green smoke.
As your fingers glided across each page. You felt hot in the face with each scene more obscene than the last one, tension building in your neck.
Seonghwa didn’t lose sight of you for a second, his lips curling on his teeth in a vicious smile as your trembling fingers went over every single page, your wide open eyes darting to every corner of each page. He could almost hear your heart thumping in your chest he could almost taste the adrenaline in your blood.
When you came to the end of it and closed out the magazine you sighed, letting your shoulders drop, closing your eyes in relief.
“Well…” you started “nobody left their name in it” you said to yourself, completely unaware the demons were spying on your every move. Not that you expected that anybody would leave their signature in such a piece of literature but still you had to at least try to find the rightful owner before taking actions.
A loud complaint erupted from the demons. All in disbelief. You looked at the magazine, true. But it was not for an impure purpose. It was only in the hopes of finding the name of the true owner and hopefully, returning it back to them. You had no interest in the salacious scenes presented in the glossy pages. The rushing blood to your cheeks wasn’t due to any feeling of arousal or libidinousness. It was only the shame of invading someone’s privacy.
Once again your intentions were completely commendable. Immaculate.
As the demons protested and complained, Seonghwa, on the other hand, stayed completely silent as he watched you bring the magazine to a trash bin without an ounce of regret. He wasn’t disappointed, he was excited. He felt excitement. A feeling so distant and faded that it felt foreign. Seonghwa had forgotten all about this thrill. He didn’t remember how tingles tickled the tip of his cold fingers or how his guts swirled around in frenzy. This feeling was joy. Pure joy. Sweet intoxicating euphoria. And it was all thanks to you.
“I’m gonna have so much fun with you” he whispered to you, as if you could hear him, his eyes glued to the reflection in the pierced circle of deep green smoke, he whispered to the image of the unsuspecting girl discarding the impure magazine. A paltry, too poor of a stratagem to have you yield to the darkness. You, the pious and saintly nun.
***
You never really liked cooking, before you joined the covenant your sister was always the one in the kitchen preparing delicious home cooked meals for the family. But what you did like on the other hand was helping. Usually you cleaned up the kitchen but when your sister was running out of time she would ask you to peel the vegetables or cut them. So naturally cutting the vegetables was not your favorite task around the convent. You liked cleaning and tidying up better. Only because you were more on the active side and you liked how cleaning would make you break up a sweat when the whole monastery needed a dust off but nonetheless what you liked most was to help the community. And knowing the soup you were cooking up with the help of two of your sisters was going to feed everyone was a fulfilling feeling. Well enough to make you happy.
So you were contemplating life cutting off the homegrown zucchinis when Sister Chaeyoung started to giggle. You didn’t pay much attention until Sister Nayeon started to snicker along with her.
You lift your eyes up and the both of them instantly stiffened up and started to act suspicious.
“What are you laughing about you two?” you asked, an amused smile playing on your lips.
“Oh nothing” Nayeon said, hiding something behind her back.
“Come on, I want to laugh too” you said, the smile spreading further on your face, lifting up your cheeks adorably.
You three were the youngest in the convent so you did many duties together, you grew quite close with the girls.
Chaeyoung ripped something from Nayeon’s hand and proudly showed it to you.
“Look at this carrot” she said, puffing an adorable laugh.
It was true the carrot had quite the… interesting shape. First of all it was quite large, abnormally thick for a simple carrot. Homegrown vegetables were never like the perfectly shaped ones you could find at the store and it was definitely the case for this one. It had a slight upward curve and the extremity had a very distinctive shape. It was phallic.
You delicately took the vegetable from the hands of Chaeyoung to examine the orange root closely.
It was almost unnatural how close the resemblance was, like it couldn’t be due to fortuity… The thick tip, the robust and curved upright shaft, the asperities reminiscent of the blood engorged veins, even the small slit at the top… The details were impressive.
“Look look” Mingi exclaimed, nudging Seonghwa in the ribs as he observed you through the green fog. “She looks interested. I think she’s done this time”. He declared self-assured, cocking a single eyebrow. But Seonghwa remained completely silent but a smirk pulled on his lips when he noticed how you were eyeing the forbidden vegetable (no pun intended), how your throat seemed to thickly swallow and how your lip slightly trembled.
It felt so empowering, finally getting to chip away at your strong willed spirit, finally getting lust to creep under your skin. For these long seconds of contemplation, Seonghwa could only imagine the wicked places your mind raced to. But right when he was about to open his mouth and declare victory. You laughed.
Seonghwa’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as this laugh ripped through him, like a dagger through the skin.
You laughed so openly, your head hung back, eyes creased. The laugh was like the rest of you, joyful, clear and pure.
You are only amused by such a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course it was funny and you were never the stuck up kind and it felt right to have a bit of lighthearted fun with your younger sisters.
“I guess she’s only laughing at your stupid tricks,” Wooyoung said, his sly smirk mocking Seonghwa’s failure.
“Fuck off Wooyoung” Seonghwa spat as he watched the scene unfold.
The three of you just laughed, enjoying this bonding moment together while the stricter, older sisters and the Mother Superior weren’t there to dim down your childish and silly amusement. It was just some playful, innocent humor to you.
Nothing to shake your faith or virtue.
“Now let’s finish up the soup, girls” you said, setting the amusing carrot on the cutting board. Before chopping it up and tossing the pieces in the big pot.
“Maybe we should have kept it” Chaeyoung whispered with pouty lips. “It could have been useful.”
“Don’t be silly,” you replied with a smile.
Seonghwa felt anger bubbling up in his stomach and rushing through his veins to burn down his chest and neck. As much as he hated to admit it… Wooyoung was right, these stupid tricks were no match for the unwavering righteousness of your mind. These would certainly suffice if it was any other soul but not yours. Not you.
So Seonghwa resolved to resort to drastic measures. Something he hasn’t done for centuries. But something necessary. This anger he felt, the deception upon failing once again. He hadn’t felt that in so long, he felt alive finally. It was ironic how an immortal soul would forget how to feel alive for the simple reason that nothing is a threat to their existence. Their presence is immutable, infinite, certain. Therefore unexciting, monotonous and lifeless.
The negative feelings reminded Seonghwa of a purpose he once had, they reminded him of the stakes that used to be. In a way you reminded Seonghwa what it felt like to feel. You reminded him what it meant to be alive. Him, the unholy and vile Sin of Lust.
***
“You cannot be serious,” Hongjoong exclaimed, rubbing the deep crease between his eyebrows, this conversation was starting to give the Guardian of the Gate a headache.
“I am most certainly serious,” Seonghwa assured. “Now is the best time.”
“Why?” Hongjoong asked. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you through unless you give me a solid explanation.”
“Come on Joongie~” Seonghwa said innocently smiling at him leaning on the smaller man in front of him, wrapping his arms around his waist and tilting his head adorably. “You and I go way back, right?”
“Your ways have no power against me, Lust. You know that.” Hongjoong just looked at him scornfully. “Now if you don’t tell me your plan I’ll shut the gates for the next century.”
“What has this place come to? We used to be able to go and play with humans all day and not get questioned,'' Seonghwa complained, throwing his hands in the air and slipping away from Hongjoong. But the latter didn’t budge. “Fine” Seonghwa spat.
“You see my dear friend, today she’s ovulating. Her body is most likely to respond to the primitive instinct of the survival of the species. Meaning that her spirit is most likely to be weaker.” Seonghwa explained his reasoning.
“But how do you plan on actually interacting with her? You know you won’t be able to have physical contact, you'll go through her like a ghost. Unless she summons you. And I don’t see how or even why she would call your name three times” Wooyoung pointed out, as he was watching the feud from afar.
“I know that I’m not stupid” Seonghwa said with an eyeroll and a sigh. “I won’t need to touch her to break her” he assured.
“But how if she can’t even see you?” Hongjoong yelled, ready to pluck the hair out of his head. Seonghwa was about to become the Guardian's breaking point.
“Hey relax, okay” Seonghwa said, slipping behind the man and gently pinching the muscles of his shoulders. “You are starting to look like San.”
“What did you say about me? “ San yelled from across the empty space, interrupting his card game with Yunho.
“Just play” Yunho instructed with a monotonous fed up tone, pointing his chin towards the deck of cards.
“This game is stupid anyways!!” San screamed before flipping the table over in a loud grunt as the cards flew everywhere, floating gracefully to the ground. Yunho sighed deeply.
“He always does this…” he whispered to himself, getting off the chair and walking to Hongjoong and Seonghwa as Jongho was peacefully snoring close by.
“How can he sleep through this?” Yeosang looked at Jongho in disbelief, as he was stuffing more cheesecake into his mouth. Yunho scoffed.
“How can you eat through this?” Yunho underlined and Yeosang just shrugged before smiling with his mouth still full, earning disgusted grunts and complaints from the others.
“Can we focus for one minute here?” Hongjoong interrupted, desperately trying to get back on track. “How are you going to corrupt her if she can’t see you?”
“Oh but she will see me” Seonghwa smirked.
“Not in the monastery she won’t, not on sacred ground” Wooyoung mocked his overly confident tone.
“It’s true, you know” Yunho chipped in, putting his large palm on Seonghwa’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m about to say that but… I think you’re being greedy” Yunho concluded, as Seonghwa whipped his head to him.
“Wow… That’s so out of character for you.”
“Well that should speak volumes about the foolishness of your plan” Yunho shrugged, taking his hand back.
“It’s not foolish because she will see me. For the simple reason that she will invite me in” Seonghwa’s smirk grew wider as silence settled in the unholy space between hell and earth. Wooyoung laughed hysterically, holding his ribs as he wiped off a tear in the corner of his eyes.
“And how will you manage that?” Hongjoong asked with a raised, unimpressed eyebrow.
Just then a chiming sound could be heard in the emptiness. Seonghwa fished out of his pocket a small human device. All in the room looked incredulous As Seonghwa smirked at the small screen illuminating his pretty face.
“Since when did you-” Hongjoong started but Seonghwa simply brought his long pointer finger to his lips and shushed him.
“She’s waiting for me”
***
“A disaster” Mother superior exclaimed as she threw her arms at her side, looking at the flooded basement. “We cannot go to the retreat and leave until the problem is fixed. The humidity can damage the foundations of the monastery. “I’ll stay and sort it out.”
The sisters all let out frustrated sighs.
“You should go Mother” you stepped in. “The sisters need you at the retreat as well as the faithful… I’ll stay and get things in order. You can count on me” you said with a determined nod and a smile, tightly holding the wooden cross on your chest.
As much as you wanted to go. Someone needed to stay, that much was undeniable and the wisdom of the Mother Superior was needed at Lourdes. So it wasn’t without a little sting at the heart that you waved goodbye to a bus full of your friends, your sisters.
You went back in and sighed at the mess. The ancient timber beams were slowly soaking up the stagnant water, the old stones of the walls were being eroded and the humidity was not good news for the cheeses you were maturing, not even mentioning the ruined mushrooms you were about to harvest before the disaster. Of course the boiler was old and rustic but Mother Superior always made sure it was checked annually and repaired when it was needed before any damage could be done. But even the most diligent measures sometimes can’t prevent the unforeseeable hazards of life.
You went back up and searched for a plumber in the local newspaper. Luckily there was an ad for one that was living in town.
Park, plumbing/heating engineering at your service, the flashy ad read.
You looked at the time, it was late afternoon, probably a little too late to take up a new job, but you figured there was still hope he could at least pick up the phone and maybe appoint a day to come have a look at the leakage. You didn’t waste anymore time and dialed the phone number in the ancient and only phone located in the Mother Superior’s office.
As the tone rang you suddenly got nervous. Ever since you joined the convent you didn’t interact much with the outside world except the followers coming to church or the people you were helping. So this upcoming conversation was making you agitated.
“Hello, Park, plumbing and heating engineer, how can I help you?” You are surprised by the voice at the end of the line. You never expected such a smooth, melodic voice to pick up the phone.
“H-Hi! I’m Sister y/n from the Monastery of the Sacred Mission, our basement flooded, we think the boiler possibly needs to be replaced. Is it possible for you to come take a look?”
“Oh! Sorry to hear that. I’m guessing much damage has been done…” his concerned tone somewhat eased your nerves.
“Unfortunately yes”
“I see… I can come right now”
“Really?” you blinked your eyes twice in surprise. “Well that would be marvelous” you said cheerfully “but wouldn’t you be working past hours? I fear there’s quite a lot of work” you ask concerned.
“It’s okay. You help others so much. Now it’s my time to help you” his tone changed, a subtle switch you can’t put into words but the difference sent a shiver down your spine.
“Thank you”
***
“Thank you so much for coming this quickly” you thanked the man as he stood in the impressive frame of the heavy convent door.
You took a step aside to let him in but he just stood before the front steps not moving an inch. You threw him a puzzled look but he just stared back blankly at you. There was a moment of hesitation on his behalf that left you quite perplexed.
“Please come in” you hesitantly said while amicably smiling at the man.
“Thank you” he simply responded, almost sounding relieved.
As soon as he stepped foot in the door frame you felt a cold breeze run on your neck under the habit and shivers run down your spine. Autumn was indeed well advanced now but such cold winds were usually never felt before winter. Of course, you made little of a simple gust of wind.
“Hi. I’m Sister y/n. Nice to meet you” you stuck your hand out to him. He looked down at it and fumbled with the tool boxes but opted for a polite nod instead of a handshake.
“Sorry, I’ve been working all day and my hands are dirty” he laughed nervously “and the name is Seonghwa” he flashed the brightest smile you have ever seen. For a second your heart skipped a beat and a foreign feeling blossomed in your chest. You never expected this unknown plumber to be this handsome.
He had long and shiny raven black hair perfectly framing his face and just as healthy thick eyebrows complimenting the dark, round and benevolent eyes, reminiscent of boba pearls. A long elegant neck, a defined jawline, high cheekbones and tanned olive glossy skin.
His body was cladded in an unbuttoned navy blue overall that let peek out a simple white t-shirt underneath. You could tell the outfit had undergone various difficult jobs as the fabric was thinned out at his knees and had various stains of paints and plaster.
He looked like a kind man. Like the kind of person you would give communion to without confession. The kind of person that just has a good heart. It was that kind of reassuring and warm aura that you felt from him, something that put you at ease right away.
You led him to the faulty boiler.
Right away he got on one knee and started to inspect the recalcitrant piece of machinery.
“Well I’ll leave you to work on your own” you said as you retreated to take your leave. Seonghwa only politely nodded and smiled in your direction before turning his attention back to the problem.
While the plumber was working you put your time to good use and organized the paperwork of the Mother superior. Doing such work was always tedious for her because she wasn’t exactly the organized kind of woman but you were. You knew doing that you would be of great help. Since the task was quite large, it took quite a long time and it’s only when your stomach emitted a loud grumble that you realized the evening was well advanced.
You figured Mr. Park was hungry or at the very least thirsty after working for so long. So you grabbed a metal tray and brought him a set of the specialty sugar cookies the convent was selling along with a generous serving of cold water embellished with a dash of freshly squeezed lemon juice to make sure Mr. Park’s thirst would be thoroughly quenched.
When you passed the archway that was leading to the boiler room your heart nearly stopped beating when your eyes met the working man.
Swiftly you spinned on your feet and hid behind the wall, only peeking an eye out the corner to still be able to witness the novel scene taking place in front of you.
Seonghwa had tightened the sleeves of his blue overalls around his waist and was wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, clearly the labor was not restful. You couldn’t tell if it was from sweat or from the leaking water but his white t-shirt was wet and sticking to his skin, making the fabric lightly translucid. You could guess the dark pinkish color of his nipples and the outline of his well built body underneath. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up and were tightly hugging his arms while his long fingers were wrapped around a wrench as each twist of his wrist was making the veins of his forearm bulge out.
You loudly gulped down a lump in your throat. Your hands tightly held onto the tray in fear of letting it fall to your feet.
But your misery was far from over because before you could realize it Seonghwa was pulling on his shirt and passing it over his head. Every muscle of his back moving around, contracting and relaxing in a beautiful dance, shining under the golden hour sun seeping through the small single window of the basement. Water and sweat was running down his back and at his flanks, when he turned around, your eyes dashed around his naked upper body. You couldn’t decide where to settle them. His collarbones, his pecs, his abs, the dent at the sides of his abdomen, his (very) low resting overalls…
Your heart was about to give out. You had seen male bodies before, never in real life that was true but you did once or twice on TV or on billboard ads of men’s underwear.
But, never, you felt something like that. That feeling. This tingly feeling budding in the low pit of your stomach, making your guts stir around, making your palms sweaty, making your heart helplessly hammer against your ribs, making your eyes widen as you couldn’t peel them off the naked wet skin of the handsome stranger. This feeling of immoral interest for another person’s body, this longing for somebody else’s touch.
This feeling of Lust.
It was completely foreign to you.
If it wasn’t for Seonghwa you would have chugged the whole carafe of lemony water by yourself because you never felt your throat as dry as it felt right now.
“Look! Look!” San shouted, wrapping a strong hand around Wooyoung’s forearm and making him wince in pain as they both stared at you through the green smoke. “Y/n is giving in!”
“Look at the way she’s staring at him!” Yeosang said, briefly reaching for a napkin to wipe his mouth.
“Wow” Yunho added “She definitely isn’t thinking about church-appropriate things”. Yunho laughed but Mingi scoffed.
“If she likes him, wait till I show my human form. I’m infinitely more good looking than him”
“Not everything’s about you, Mingi” Yunho scolded him.
With trembling hands you settled the metal tray onto the window sill. You poured a glass of water and presented it to Seonghwa.
“Here” you unexpectedly manage to keep your voice calm and steady. “I figured you might be thirsty or hungry.”
“Oh thanks” he said, wrapping his hand around the glass, carefully avoiding touching your hand in the process, probably trying not to get sweat and dirt smeared on you. “I just got done actually”
“Oh wonderful” you exclaimed, maybe a little louder than expected. Maybe eager to get rid of that immoral feeling that was awakened by his presence. Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow and gave you a puzzled look at the unexpected outburst of joy.
“Why? Are you impatient to throw me out?” he smirked, pushing his long and soaked hair back as he took a step closer, doe eyes narrowing, becoming sharp. You did your best to lock your eyes with his, not to let them wander down his still half naked body. Seonghwa didn’t make any effort to cover himself. Your heart seemed to be trying to break through your rib cage to get a chance to beat closer to Seonghwa’s chest.
“No, it’s just that…” you took a step back “you have been working for so long you must be wanting to go back to the comfort of your home” you quickly get back on your feet before smiling politely at him, trying to conceal your uneasiness.
“Why?” he asked tit for tat, taking a step closer again, siren eyes bored deep into yours, trying to lull you in. “No one is waiting for me at home.”
Seonghwa heard the faintest little gasp escape your lips and he knew you were shaken. You, the unwavering nun, the faithful saint. You were at last considering him. Contemplating giving in to the primal and lowly instinct of desire.
Seonghwa sensed it. He saw it in the way you hurriedly licked your dry bottom lip, he saw it in the way your eyes darted between his lips and his eyes, he saw it in the way you stopped backing away from him.
You, y/n, you were giving in to pure sensual need. No love, no sentiment involved. Only desire to feel a complete stranger’s body against yours, only pure, untainted lust.
If only he could touch you. If only he could, it would be so much easier to help you gently fall into the welcoming and serene arms of corruption. But he couldn’t and that was making the whole experiment that much more exciting. He had to use deceit and trickery. Like a siren numbing your mind with a beautiful song.
But if you gave the slightest hint of submitting, if you let your guard down and let him into your heart then he would have won and that was all that mattered. If you tilted your head and you puckered up your lips to kiss him, if you took a step towards him to press your body against his, if your lifted your hand to feel his wet, glistening skin under your fingers, if you did anything to welcome the unholy desire, if you opened yourself to lust, then touching you would have been unnecessary because Seonghwa would have won and you and God would have lost.
And victory was oh so close. So close when he was as near to you as he could. So close when he slowly approached his face to yours. So close when your heart was pumping scorching hot blood through your veins, so close when your mouth started to water, so close when your lips started to quiver, so close when your eyelid started to flutter but…
Again, you stepped back.
“WHAT?!” San shouted.
“No way!!” Yeosang added, staring at your unsuspecting reflection in the green smoke.
Seonghwa’s shoulder dropped along with the satisfied little smirk.
“Thank you for fixing the boiler this quickly, Mr Park” you said, averting your eyes, finally breaking the spell he had casted on you and peeling your eyes off him.
Seonghwa had cried victory too soon. He had counted the chicken eggs before they hatched, he had put the cart before the horse. In other words… he had underestimated you.
He underestimated your will, your faith and your unwavering sense of righteousness. The other Sins had warned him though but he didn’t listen. They told him it was impossible to bend you. All of them had tried before and none succeeded so it was undeniable now that Seonghwa was just going to join them in failure.
“Don’t worry about it” he smiled at you, disappointment peeking behind his shiny brown orbs.
Seonghwa had accepted defeat when you led him back to the door of the convent. He walked away but turned around half way only to see your still body standing straight in the doorframe, perfectly incarnating your strong, unbending mind.
You only politely smiled when you pushed the big heavy door with difficulty, finally closing it in with a loud thud.
“Fuck… I guess Seonghwa failed too…” Yunho stated as he watched you close the door. But Wooyoung looked at you with a knowing grin.
“I’m not so sure…” he said as the smirk tugged further at his lips.
***
When you finally escaped Seonghwa’s taunting eyes, you leaned your back on the sturdy door, your spirit drained, your mind exhausted. You closed your eyes to catch a breath but the only thing you could see was the working man’s godlike figure carved onto your retinas, the translucent white t-shirt clinging to his golden skin, the sweat dripping down his temples and wetting the beautiful long strands of black hair, the bulging veins of his forearms and the dents engraved at both side of his lower stomach. And the more you thought about it, the quicker your breathing got.
You were all alone here… Your sisters and Mother superior were all gone. What wrong could it cause if you gave in just this once? Not that much, right?…. Just this once.
With big strides you walked to the kitchen and handpicked a nicely shaped carrot, almost regretting not listening to Chaeyoung and keeping that other one.
But this one was going to do the trick. It was not too thick and just long enough to help you carry out your shameful business but not too big to actually taint you and strip you of the precious veil of chastity that you managed to keep intact all of these years.
You climbed up the stairs with haste, avoiding the marble eyes of the holy figures represented in the halls only to take refuge in your bedroom.
You slipped out of your shoes and laid on your bed. You didn’t even bother taking the habit off, it wasn’t going to take long anyway, you simply pulled it up.
When you slid off the white panties you realized how soaked you were. You couldn’t believe it. Your whole life you’ve never felt this way, the feeling was overwhelming and needed to be dealt with immediately. Yes, that was what you were doing simply ridding yourself of an impure feeling!
You whipped out the orange root and clumsily rubbed the thinner tip on yourself. The cold sensation took you aback and pulled a small gasp from your lips.
You coated the root with your juices and then you aimed it at your entrance. You slid the carrot inside, it was too thin to hurt in any way but it was well long enough. When you reached the bottom of yourself you couldn’t help but to let out a satisfied grunt at the sensation of the vegetable rubbing against your sensitive spot.
You pulled it back out and slid it back in, this time a little faster. Heat gained over your body as your eyes fluttered close and you recalled the unfairly handsome and devilishly sexy working man.
The muscles of his back, his long slender neck, his collarbones, his beautiful sun kissed skin.
“Aaah” you sigh. “Seonghwa” his name rolled off your tongue so naturally, almost like it was meant to be said like this.
His long and dark wet hair, his plush lips getting close to yours, his warm breath fanning your face.
“Seonghwa” you moaned again, more high pitched this time as your wrist was getting more and more reckless, each time deliciously scrubbing your walls in divine and forbidden pleasure.
The way he looked at you, the way his dark eyes were filled with the same desire you had for him. The way they spoke volumes about the sinful things he wanted to do to you. And God… did you almost let him have his way with you.
You started to clench around the root, each time you pulled it out your walls were eagerly gripping on it, refusing to let it go, so you smashed it back in with force to grant their wish. Your walls quivered around the vegetable, a foreign and unknown euphoria was taking over you and you knew you were done for.
“I’m… ngh… c-cumming” you whispered to yourself as you felt the tightness in your core reach a brand new level. “Seonghwa” you cried out one more time, being only a few back-and-forths away from your sweet release but alas you couldn’t pull it through.
Because without knowing, without realizing, completely unsuspecting, you called his name. You called his name three times. You summoned him.
Purple smoke started to erupt from the corner of the small dimly lit room by the late evening sun. With terror you ripped the vegetable out before you could finish and covered your modesty with the habit you were still wearing.
From the smoke appeared slick black leather chelsea boots resting under a pair of anthracite gray dress pants coated with a shiny silverish finish. As the smoke got thinner you could distinguish a matching cropped blazer with an asymmetrical and deconstructed silver vest underneath that was held together by one single button right under his neck, you could see the soft and glistening golden skin underneath. And finally when the smoke was completely gone you saw his face. The sharp features and the slender slithering body reminiscent of the one of a serpent, eyes just as sharp and presence just as menacing. A face you hadn't known for long but couldn't forget. Seonghwa’s face.
But he looked different. His long bangs weren’t framing his face anymore, instead he had tied the long wavy strands in a high half bun. His aura was also different from when he was wearing the blue and spotted overalls. Now cladded in the revealing ensemble he looked expensive, confident and sensual.
Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when your mind finally wrapped around the information your eyes were transmitting.
“Well well…” Seonghwa stepped closer while you jolted yourself up the bed, your body cornered between the headboard and the wall.
“What are you?” you whispered with trembling lips, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing through your veins, ready to flee if need be.
Seonghwa looked at you, puzzled for a second. Then he laughed, head tilting back. The laugh made the hair in your nape stand. It was unnatural, cold and fundamentally evil.
“Me?” he asked. Right then you felt your body being magically lifted from the soft mattress. You shrieked again, utterly confused while Seonghwa’s magic slammed you against the bare walls of the humble bedroom, the tip of your toes barely scraping the worn out wooden floor.
“Oh my, please pardon my awful manners,” he said in an overly polite tone. “I’m Seonghwa, Cardinal Sin of Lust” he said, bowing respectfully, elegantly bringing his right hand on his chest in a princely manner. “But for you, love…” Seonghwa stepped towards you, taking his time to look at you. He leaned on your ear to whisper.
“I’m a dream come true” his voice was deep, sultry, self-assured. Everything you’d imagine it to be.
A faint gasp escaped your lips as you felt his warm breath on your neck.
You wanted to scream to all heavens, you had brought a demon into the convent. You had desecrated the sacred ground of this place of worship, your home. You led the wolf to the sheeps. But you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t even if your life depended on it.
“W-what do you want?” you managed to push the few words past your teeth. Your voice, perfect opposite of the one of the demon: muted and trembling.
“Just want to finish my business with you” his face stayed right where it was, nestled in the crook of your neck. Lips so close you could feel the heat radiating from them but somehow they were still too far, unable to touch you.
“What business?” you whimpered.
“Darling.” Seonghwa clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval. “There’s no point in fighting anymore. Stop playing dumb with me. I know you’re a smart girl.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. “I already won, darling… that very second you decided to give in to the thought of me. That second you closed the big heavy door and thought you escaped my eyes. That very second I had won.” A wicked smirk pulled on his lips. But his words didn’t make any sense to you.
This languish was torture, this state of expectation, of suspense. This proximity. You wished it would just stop. Be it touching you for good or get away finally. Just as if he read your mind he got even closer. Now it wasn’t only his lips taunting the thin skin of your neck, it was his whole body, hovering over yours; but still… Not touching you.
“Sure winning felt good. But you know what feels even better, darling?” You couldn’t bring yourself to formulate words and only whimpered in response.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart” he grinned, relishing on your anguish, placing both of his palms at both sides of your face, trapping your frail figure between his arms and the wall.
“It’s to finally touch you.”
So he finally let himself take a deep dive into you. The plush warm lips crash onto your neck, giving wet sloppy open mouth kisses while you couldn’t help but to tilt your head back giving him more access.
“What a good girl you are” he purred, not taking the time to part his lips from you.
His left hand went to your chin and turned it to make you face him, without much hesitation he planted a wet kiss on your lips, your cute whimpers and gasps were the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.
The kiss got heated as Seonghwa pried your hesitant mouth open with his long thumb and pushed his tongue inside to breach your lips. His delicious taste spread through your mouth, making your head dizzy. He tasted like candy, like you just took a bite of the juiciest strawberry. Ripe, just in season, absolutely delicious.
You moaned into his mouth and he smirked as his grip around your chin got tighter, he lifted his knee to part your legs and his thigh rubbed against your center through the habit. You couldn’t help but to moan louder, the unsolicited pleasurable friction made you incapable of reciprocating the kiss, your dangling feet nervously giving small kicks in the air.
Seonghwa finally parted from you, allowing you to catch your breath. But he was far from done with you.
“I know you long for more than this, angel” he whistled while his hand went up your thigh, still clothed with the thick black fabric of the habit. “I know you languish for pleasure” his blunt nails went up your arm and you realized you were still holding onto the carrot. He ripped the root from your hand.
“You won’t need this anymore” he said before smashing the poor vegetable on the ground sending millions of orange pieces flying across the room, you flinched once more at the demonstration of strength.
“Mine is much bigger than this. But don’t worry, love, I’ll make you nice and ready for me” he purred before placing both of his strong hands on the habit and just like that with astonishing ease he rips through the black gown. But not only, everything covering you is ripped in two and that also goes for your bra that fell to the ground. With the deafening sound of the fabric ripping you found yourself completely naked in front of the demon apart from the veil on your hair and the rosary beads laying on your chest.
You flinched and your hands flew to cover your nude frame but Seonghwa once again laughed and you felt an irresistible magical force pin your wrists at each side of your face. You sniveled and squirmed trying your hardest to go against the invisible force to hide away from the avid eyes of the demon.
“How cute.” The demon snickered when you failed to fight back. “Sweetheart, you don’t get to hide anything when you look this good” he said in a breath, eyes darting over your naked figure. From your dangling feet, to your thighs tightly pressed together, to your flushed face and to the Rosary beads sitting between your gorgeous breasts, swaying every time you kept trying to break away from the spell pinning you against the wall.
He brought a cold hand to the side of your breast, you couldn’t help but to moan as you felt his soft hand against you, his finger suddenly pinching your sensitive and hardened nipples. You let out a high pitched whimper.
“So sensitive” Seonghwa mocked you before he flicked the sensitive bud. Then he lifted his hand to harshly slap against the innocent lump of flesh, you jumped in surprise at the sensation. The surprise didn’t lie in the sudden surge of pain but rather from the enjoyment you got out of it, the sting sending electricity down your spine to light up your core.
With another faint movement of the head Seonghwa made you open your legs widely. You whimpered and felt tears build up in the corners of your eyes when he finally laid eyes on your most private part. And you realized with dread how wet you were. Soaked. Juices streaming down to your inner thighs making them glisten under his persistent gaze.
“Fuck, sweetheart” he exhaled out one heavy breath. “You got this fucking wet for me?” he said as he crouched down, inching his face dangerously close to your exposed center.
Embarrassment and shame reached an unbearable level, tears finally spilled out of your eyes, wetting your cheeks as you squirmed, trying your best to escape Seonghwa’s spell.
“So here’s the little hole I’m going to split in two” he said as his breath brushed over your wet folds.
You squirmed even harder, somehow feeling Seonghwa’s spell loosen around your wrists and ankles. But when he aimed his pointer finger right on your swollen bundle of nerves, earning a loud scream from you, the sudden pleasure from the perfect amount of pressure he applied on you made you completely immobile. Torn between the need for more of the foreign forbidden joy but also the fear and shame of letting the demon have his way with you, tainting you, taking away your most precious possession: your purity.
“What? Are you not fighting me off anymore?” He started to draw small circles on your bud. Your wetness made it easy for his finger to glide across the small and stiff nub. You moaned a little louder and he started going faster.
“Does it feel good, angel?” his voice went down an octave as pleasure got to your head, making the room spin, luckily you don’t have to stand on your legs.
Seonghwa went even faster when you didn’t reply.
“I said, does it feel good?” his tone was as harsh as his restless teasing of your clit. Hellish circles sending blazing heat to your whole body as you felt the pleasure rising in the deepest part of your core, your walls quivering on themselves.
But Seonghwa slowed down at the worst moment, a wicked smirk pulling on his plump lips, narrowing his piercing siren eyes.
“Good little sluts should answer when asked a question.” His pace was now just fast enough to keep you at your limit, each spasm of your core, testifying of the agonizing muted pleasure he was inflicting on you.
“Answer!” he ordered while he delightfully pressed on your painfully sensitive bundle of nerves.
“YES!! Yes it feels good” you blurted out, panting, sweat pearling between your breasts, giving in to the pressure.
“Good girl” he praised as he finally lifted his hand from your sensitive parts. You sighed in both relief of finally being let off the hook but also in frustration at the displeasing feeling of his denial.
But before you could celebrate or pester he pushed that very same finger inside you. You didn’t know by what ungodly miracle he managed to aim straight at your sensitive spot, but he did, applying divine pressure deep inside you. Your eyes instantly rolled to the back of your head as you felt the will of fighting off slipping through your fingers.
Seonghwa chuckled at your reaction, he was enjoying himself very much. After centuries of boredom he intended to savor every second of your agony.
“Darling, you really are hungry for my fingers, aren’t you? Your slutty little cunt is gripping so tightly” he chuckled again while he pulled his finger back. You hated how right he was. You hated how you felt your walls clench around him, how you felt your own body crave for more of him as soon as his finger slipped out.
But the yearning didn’t last long because he pushed past your entrance again, this time fitting two fingers inside you, taking the time to gently stretch you until his blunt nails reached as deeply as they could.
You let out a moan through gritted teeth, the pleasure making beads of sweat pearl at the sides of your face.
“Fuck! Your virgin little pussy just loves to be stretched out like this, doesn’t it?” He leaned even closer to your sopping center.
Tears continued to run down your cheeks as pleasure rose again. Seonghwa picked up the pace, stretching your walls so deliciously, pumping his two fingers in and out of you, each time he pulled out he ripped a moan out of you. Again, you started to twitch around his fingers and he smirked down on you. Pleasure continuously grew as you made this silent prayer that he would finally take you over the edge, over the barrier of this beautiful and forbidden land that you stayed away from all these years.
But again he slowed down and came to a stop. This time tears of pure frustration ran down your cheeks as you pathetically bucked your hips up trying to fight against Seonghwa’s spell pinning you down the wall.
“Aww.” He cooed in a mocking tone. “Darling, I’m sorry… were you about to cum?” He said while you shot him a death glare. He chuckled at your reddened cheeks and your frowned brows.
His finger swiped across your fold, pressing on the lonely bud once and you instantly dropped the angered look, your eyes drooped at the sensation and you couldn’t help but to grind against him, your womanliness made so eager by his touches.
“Fuck, look at you” he slipped one finger back inside, pumping it very slowly in and out. You bit down on your lip. “Acting so fucking distant only a few minutes ago…” he added a second one as you moaned out in bliss. “When in fact you were craving this… craving me…” he fitted a third one inside your already crowded heat as your moans now mixed with confused sobs. The intense feeling of pain and pleasure blending into a dangerous cocktail.
“Fuckkk” you cursed out, allowing yourself another sin you managed to avoid up until now, which has the demon showing more teeth.
“What a good little slut taking all of my fingers so good” he said as he took his time thoroughly stretching you out, his blunt nails pushing against your sensitive spot, while his face was closing in the distance with your intimate parts. Your eyes fluttered close as the muscles in your neck gave out and you let your head hang back on the wall.
“Look at me” Seonghwa grunted and your eyes snapped back open instantly meeting his dark ones, his irises seemed to go black with perversion.
“Now I’m gonna make you cum” He announced as he picked up the pace once more, you can tell he didn’t intend to stop before it was over. “I want you to never forget this. This feeling you’re about to experience.” His wrist took on a punishing pace as your eyes were locked with his. Pleasure sending radiating heat through your body, chest heaving up and down as you moan out loudly with your jaw hanging open. “Every time you’ll think of me I curse you to feel exactly… like… this”
Seonghwa finally wrapped his mouth around your lonely and eager little clit, flicking his tongue on it as his fingers relentlessly punched your g spot, both sources of pleasure go to your head and your first orgasm finally drops over you like a wave, taking you away with its raging current.
Your cum squirts out of your body, water like fluid rushing out of you and filling Seonghwa’s mouth, drenching his neck and exposed chest in the asymmetrical silver vest. He moaned, lips against yours and sending delicious vibrations into you.
You screamed out as the level of pleasure ripped through you, your walls clenching around Seonghwa and twitching uncontrollably as your whole body shook, still magically pinned down to the wall.
When you finally settled down he slowed down and took his fingers out of you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking his fingers clean.
“Hmmm” he hummed contentedly and smacked his lips, seemingly enjoying your taste. “It’s true… Good little sluts, like you, taste much better”.
Seonghwa cut the spell and stood back up, your exhausted body dropping to the floor, your weakened legs unable to support your weight.
Seonghwa had enough of this teasing and had grown impatient. He brushed back the cum-soaked locks of charcoal black hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks, the wet skin of his chest glistening under the silver asymmetrical vest. Your eyes trailed down below the belt you gasped as you saw the outline of what was hidden from your eyes all this time… Even still restricted by the fabric of the shiny gray dress pants, the thickness and the length had your heart racing again.
“I want to feel you around me. Now.” he ordered, in a sultry tone that lifted goosebumps all over your naked skin.
Suddenly your body was magically lifted up again but this time Seonghwa threw you on the bed. The veil was barely hanging onto your hair anymore.
Seonghwa walked to you as he took off the cropped blazer along with the rest of his clothes. You gulped down at the sight of his nude and perfectly sculpted body standing beside you. The glistening chest made wet with sweat and cum, dripping down his abs even down to his groin where you barely even dared to look.
There it was. The Absolute Sin.
Seonghwa’s long, thick, twitching, veiny, hard cock.
You could have screamed at the monstrous thing if you weren’t still in a daze from your first crushing orgasm . It was so thick, so long you couldn’t even begin to imagine how this was about to fit inside you.
Seonghwa chuckled when he caught the panic swimming in your wide eyes. He thrived on this fear. And he knew exactly how it was going to go. And he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t wait to see the very same doe eyes grow heavy with pleasure and look back at him with need when you will inevitably beg him to keep going, to never stop fucking you. Because he broke you once and he intended to do it over and over and over again until you will no longer remember anything but him.
Seonghwa dipped both his knees at your sides, his body weight making yours sink in the soft mattress while he shimmied his way up between your wide open legs.
He rubbed the thick blazing hot tip on your still very sensitive bud while he stared down at the place your two bodies met. You tried not to moan by biting down on your bottom lip.
“Please” you meekly whimpered, his dark eyes shot back to yours.
“Please what?” he slithered between his teeth, smirking.
“Please don’t… do that…” you puffed, as fear crushed your chest. Seonghwa snickered again and brought his hand to very gently and softly brush his thumb over your wet cheeks and lips.
“Darling” his deep voice purred so softly. “You are not under any spell here. You can control this tiny little body of yours. So go ahead” he taunted you as his hand went down from your face to your sensitive nipples. “Go ahead and close your legs.”
What? No… It isn’t possible.
There was no way he was not the one forcing your thighs apart like this. But when you gave it a try, when you attempted to lift your ankle it actually worked. You indeed could move. But… somehow you…. still didn’t.
“Come on show me. Go ahead, pretty” his hand went down again to your stomach. “Close your legs on this poor, aching, desperate….” he flicked his pointer finger on your clit “virgin little pussy”. The sweet sting made you moan out and arch your back instinctively.
Seonghwa waited a few seconds staring down at you with amusement as you didn't move an inch. Your body kept your legs nice and wide for him against your own will.
“You know what?” he took his hand back and you swallowed back a whine and the loss of contact. “Okay, I won’t… if you are still this strong headed after all of this maybe you’re right. You are a pure spirit and I can admit defeat when I have lost.”
The smug look he wore completely gave him away. You knew it was a ruse, a ploy to get to you, to toy with you but you weren’t listening to reason anymore, only your delirious body tortured with vicious need and you just couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t risk him leaving you, not like this.
“NO!” you wailed, extending your hand to him as he was already getting off the bed and on to his feet. “I-…I-… Ok… do it”
Seonghwa’s expression here took a turn. The smug smile was completely wiped off his face, only dark brown and grave eyes looking down on your naked frame.
“Yeah?” he came back to bed and laid over you. He brought his lips close to your ear and he seductively whispered against your neck as your eyes fluttered close. “If you want it, sweetheart. You’ll have to properly beg for it”.
Your eyes snapped open. But Seonghwa only looked dead serious.
“I- I-” you started but Seonghwa lifted his hand to let it slap against your wet cunt. The whacking sound bounced off the bare walls and the stinging pain had you grunting in unsolicited pleasure.
“I said properly. I want to believe you” his voice had nothing of the playful undertone it had a few moments ago. You didn’t think twice, maybe not even at all.
“Please, Seonghwa. I implore you to fuck me. Please fuck and use my slutty virgin cunt as much as you’d like. Please hurt me and rip my virginity away. I want to scream and cry out your name. I want to be yours. I want to forget everything about the good girl I used to be, I want to be your whore. Forget about my soul, just take it with you back to hell.”
Silence fell as a grin played on his lips. It’s not smug or playful, it’s wicked, downright evil.
You were not just begging him. The desperate prose was not just a plea. It was a prayer. You were praying for him to taint you. Begging him to take away your purity like it was nothing but a nuisance to you, discarding it. Seeing you abandon your values and principles was the greatest achievement, a victory so sweet it made Seonghwa lose control. The feeling was intoxicating, blissfully filling his veins and making his evil heart thump. In his infinite existence he had never felt that. And it was all thanks to you.
Suddenly his body was elevated in the air and purple smoke enveloped him again. For a second you were scared that he was actually leaving you but the thought vanished as quick as it appeared when you heard the distinctive shrill sound of the metal scraping against the wall. You looked above your head and you witnessed with dread the crucifix above your bed being slowly turned upside down, engraving the white plaster of the bare walls. The foreboding omen lifted goosebumps off your skin and sent a cold shiver down your spine.
Soon you saw his body peek out as the smoke evaporated. It was still him but he had changed.
Huge wings were open behind his back, covered in raven black lustrous feathers, shining under the moonlight peeking from the window as the dark night was now settled. Two black horns have pierced his skin at each side of his head, pointing upwards, resembling the ones of a spanish bull. His body, somehow, looked even more defined, the muscles of his abs and shoulders seemed to bulge out. He looked strong, ominous, dangerous.
“You have such a way with words” he said as he floated back between your legs and settled his huge cock on your stomach. “Now I’m gonna make all of your wishes come true”. He brushed the tip of his cock, wet with precum, once again on your slick folds. “I've never fucked a mortal in my true form before.” he started, still rubbing against you, the muted pleasure making your brain fuzzy. “I can’t guarantee you’ll come out of this alive”.
But you were already set on it and if you had to die, so be it…
“I don’t care” you whispered as your eyebrows met and you looked back at him with need.
You braced yourself when you felt him finally push himself inside you. You could practically hear your hymen rip in two to make way for his huge cock. The puny little carrot could have never compared to the size of him.
“What a good little slut you are,” he cooed, before grunting as you were gripping around him. “Willing to die for a round of fun on my big cock”.
Sharp throbbing pain ripped through your lower stomach as you frowned and grunted.
“I know…” Seonghwa purred as he leaned over in your ear “I’m big” he said as he finally reached the bottom of you, linking his hips with yours. And he pulled out a lot faster than when he came in. Your eyes rolled back and you crushed the pillow over your mouth to yell in it.
But when he went back in again somehow the ache had lessened and pleasure was slowly taking its place. Soon the pain, as sharp as it was, vanished to become only a vague memory you couldn’t even recall as your mind was too preoccupied by the incommensurable pleasure Seonghwa made you feel.
“Fucking whore” Seonghwa grunted as he mercilessly ramed up your pussy, making it the shape of his cock. “Cheating on God feels good, doesn’t it? Your whorish little cunt can’t resist this fat demon cock, can it?” he growled.
You started twitching once again around him and Seonghwa instantly recognized the familiar clench he felt earlier around his fingers.
“Are you going to cum?” he asked, panting above you.
You couldn’t even process the words you were hearing as your eyes rolled back and your jaw fell open. But you were brought back to your senses when Seonghwa’s big clawed hand slapped your cheek forcefully. The burning pain took you aback and stopped your never ending ascension to pleasure. You whined a complaint and Seonghwa grabbed your face into a strong grip making your lips pout.
“Good little whores have to ask first” he said, still deeply pounding your precious little pussy.
“Pleasepleaseplease… C-can I cum?... F-fuckk… Please” you mumbled as his pace made it hard to hold yourself back.
“No!” he responded sternly. “Not now” he said, smirking evilly. Enjoying this anguish in your eyes as you tried your best to control your body. He brought his hand and pinched hard on your swollen little clit.
“Aaaah” you screamed, arching your back and pressing your head back into the soft mattress.
“You’ll cum when I’ll tell you too” he snickered, looking down at you. And the pleasure kept on building, frustrated tears starting to wet your cheeks again.
“My God please…” you whined, as tears streamed down your face and your pussy clenched around his thick cock. Seonghwa scoffed.
“Sorry but he has left you, darling.” He started to draw circles on your sensitive and aching clit, still maintaining the punishing pace of his cock rearranging your guts, making the rosary beads jump along with your breasts with each powerful thrust. You cry out as it’s becoming nearly impossible to keep yourself from cumming. “He abandoned you to me” he growled, his low voice sending electricity down your core.
“Pleaseeeee” you pleaded once more, desperation oozing out of your broken up voice and finally Seonghwa pronounced the magic words.
“Cum. Cum for me like the godless little whore that you are”
Finally you let go. You let Seonghwa’s skillful hand and monstrous, merciless cock take you down to the hellish pit of lustful sin. Pleasure took over you and clouded your vision, everything came to a blur as you could only concentrate on the throbbing of your cunt around Seonghwa’s thick dick. You moaned out his name in pure agonizing bliss. The orgasm was even longer lasting, even stronger than the one he gave you moments ago. And you knew for a fact now that there was no going back.
The good girl that you were had died, Seonghwa killed her. And you had let him do it without batting an eyelash. But fuck did it feel good. You felt no shame, no regrets, only unholy desire for the demon’s heavenly cock.
Soon the high wore off but Seonghwa didn’t seem to care and kept on pounding you, taking a bruising grip on your parted thighs with both his hands.
“Please” you whimpered again as your poor little pussy might split in two from clenching and throbbing this much right after an earth shattering orgasm. Seonghwa chuckled in between heavy breaths.
“I just came” you cried out, turning into an over-stimulated mess.
“I don’t care” he spat, using you like a fucktoy just like he pleased, after all you had asked him to do so… ‘to fuck and use your slutty virgin cunt as much as he’d like’. The exhausted quivering of your restless pussy started to build up again and before you could even realize it, Seonghwa’s thick cock had you flirting with the edge of the bottomless pleasure pit again.
“Please” you whined “Please stop” you begged him, breast lewdly jumping up and down with each of his brutal thrusts. But he kept on going, growling as his eyebrows met, handsome face contorted in pleasure, biting his lip. Body pressed over yours and full black feathered wings completely concealing you, one of his horns even scraping the wall with one too violent move.
“Pleaseeeee” you whimpered yet again. And suddenly your body was being lifted and flipped over by Seonghwa’s spell. You land on all fours, completely confused but worst of all, completely empty.
“Don’t you get it?” Seonghwa said as he slowly pushed himself back into your soft, warm little throbbing cunt. You moaned as you gladly took him back. “You sold your soul to me. You don’t get to ask for anything anymore. So I’ll fuck you for as long as I see it fit” He said before pushing down on your face, shoving your head into a shamefully submissive position, your ass up in the air, ready to be destroyed by him once more.
His fat cock parted you so deliciously as lewd wet sounds rang to your ears. It was like your once virgin pussy had completely taken the shape of his monstrous dick. Every movement he made ripped a delighted moan out of your lips, you didn’t have the will to fight anymore. You only wanted him and this delectable high he made you feel.
“Fuckkk” you cried out as he started to go faster again, the quiver in your lower stomach making a quick return.
“You’re my thing now.” He ripped the veil of your hair, the last relic of your past self and sent it flying across the room. He grabbed a fistfull of your hair, harshly pulling on it maintaining your face forward but your chin still firmly planted in the mattress, asserting his dominance on your frail figure. “My toy, you hear?” the sting on your scalp added to the full feeling of his cock had you completely fucked out. Your eyes rolled as heat spreaded through you again, your jaw fell open and your tongue slipped out. You were fucked out dumb, completely. Brain nice and thoughtless just from him.
“Yeshhh” you mumbled.
“I’m gonna make you cum again and this time I will fill your dirty little cunt with my cum” The obscene sounds of his balls slapping against your slick folds and clit bounced off the walls.
“Yesshh pwweathe” you replied as your tongue slapped against your chin with each inhuman thrust of his hips deep into you, sending strings of drool on your chin and staining the sheets.
“Today you’re ovulating, you know what it means?”
Your eyes snapped back open.
“I’m gonna force a child into you. You’ll take my seed into your fertile womb and life will sprout inside you” His grip on your hair tightened and you felt him start to twitch inside you.
“You’d like that?” he teases, knowing the answer.
“Yesssshhhhh!!!” you yelled, you were ready for anything if it meant he’d let you cum again.
“Then take it. Take my cum you depraved slut” His second hand left your hips to grab the rosary still around your neck, twisting his wrist to wrap the beads around his fingers and pulling on it while still maintaining his grasp on your hair.
Bloodstream to your brain became restrained and you started to feel dizzy. A deliciously light headed sensation filled your head up as your pussy quivered with a third orgasm. Your hungry cunt squeezed Seonghwa’s thick length as if its life depended on it, demanding every last drop of cum the demon had to offer. You clenched and throbbed around him in pure joyful sin as he took you to the deepest part of this abysmal and cursed pleasure, taking your sanity and everything that was left of the old you to the pits of hell with him.
Seonghwa’s rhythm faltered and he shuddered and grunted in bliss as his throbbing cock gushed out streams after streams of piping hot cum that stained your walls with white, shooting straight up to your womb, assuredly knocking you up in the process.
You yelled and moaned one last time. You were so full of him, belly round and swollen with the ungodly amount of cum Seonghwa gracefully gifted you. You were so unbelievably full that you couldn't help but to let it flow out of you and run down your thighs, no matter how much you clenched to keep it all inside.
You were in heaven. This was pure euphoria. A kind of contentment not any amount of spirituality and virtue could ever give you. The kind of happiness you could only experience when you let go of everything you’ve ever known to throw yourself into the arms of the most pleasurable sin of all.
Lust.
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The next morning when you woke up at dawn with the chirping birds you felt nauseous and disoriented. You looked around the room and found it immaculate. Your habit was not ripped in two, it was neatly folded on the wooden bedside table along with your veil and underwear. The room was clean and neat: no traces of small pieces of orange carrot anywhere or puddles of cum on the wooden floor. And you were wearing a comfortable full length pyjama gown.
In a flash, disjointed memories came back to you. You remembered the anthracite gray suit, the black bull horns, the raven wings, the defined abs, the devilishly handsome good looks, the tempting smirk and the huge thick angry cock and the immense forbidden pleasure that came along with it.
You sat up and looked behind you hastily, the wall was perfectly smooth, no scrapes of the black horns and most of all the crucifix was perfectly normal, hanging right side up.
You spotted the small, thin, intact carrot next to your pillow and sighed in relief. Yes, you had sinned but you knew if you confessed and prayed hard enough God would forgive you. Afterall, you had never done such a thing and it was shameful and wrong, yes, but they were far greater sins than this one, like selling your soul to the Sin of Lust and bearing his child… You shook your head, chasing away the blurry memory of the nightmare, feeling a weird tingly build up in your lower stomach as you saw flashes of the evil smirks and the huge monstrous-
“It was a dream” you said out loud, sighing, hoping the sound of your own voice would prevent your mind from imagining more of the sinful imagery. “Just a meaningless dream” you told yourself again.
Convinced the soreness between your legs was only due to masturbating for the first time, that the nausea was nothing to worry about and that the spasm inside your belly were benign little cramps.
Seonghwa smirked in victory as he looked at you through the pierced purple smoke. He made it. He broke you beyond repair. He went, won and marked you. And soon he would back to take what you had promised him: an offspring and your soul, body and mind, you.
“See you soon, y/n” he chuckled.
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riding w/ jongho
riding jongho would be an experience. he’d have his hands on your thighs, lazily running them up and down your soft flesh. he loves the way it feels beneath his fingertips, digging them in every once in a while just to feel the way your flesh feels in his grasp. occasionally, he’d let them make their way up to your hips, gripping onto the fat of your love handles because he loves how pliant it makes you. when he’s holding you like that, he knows he has the power; your pace is his to control, and you’re more than happy to relinquish that to him.
he doesn’t really care about what pace you’re going though—anything feels good when your walls are squeezing tightly around him. he just likes to remind himself of how easily you’re willing to pass the baton to him. it’s amazing how you fold with just one single touch, and he can’t help but be in awe of it every single time it happens. it means you trust him, after all, and nothing is more beautiful to him than that.
well, other than the way you look when you’re on top of him, of course. hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, eyes screwed shut with pleasure, mouth hanging open in a perfect O. it all paints such a wonderfully lewd picture; one that he could stare at for years and never get tired. monet wishes he could capture something so beautiful. van gogh could only dream of capturing such raw emotion. it truly is a sight to behold, especially when you find yourself growing closer and closer to that all important edge. nothing could top the way you look in that moment.
and then it hits you like a train that jongho could see coming from a mile away. the way you tighten around him, your hands screwing into fists atop his chest. it’s clear that you’re there, and jongho makes sure that he’s prepared to catch you when you inevitably fall to his chest. strong arms wrap around you, a large hand coming so sit at the back of your head. he secures you in place before he sets his own hips to work, making sure to work you through your own orgasm, as well as chasing his own.
he thrusts up into you, hips going at a much gentler pace than your own. it’s only fair, with how tired you seem to be. his precious girl, all fucked out on his chest, laying perfectly still as he uses her spent pussy to chase his own high. he can’t help the praises that so naturally fall from his lips. “such a good girl for me,” he whispers into your ear, cutting himself off with a groan, “letting me use you when you’re so tired, hm? you’re doing so well for me baby, i’m almost there.”
and he isn’t lying. just a few more seconds pass before he’s releasing his load into you, a strained groan falling from his lips as he presses his pelvis to as tight as humanly possible. it’s an emotional thing; a desire to be close to you whilst he pumps his cum into you. fuck, he always wants to be this close to you, but it’s not like he can permanently have his dick tucked inside of you, right?
but maybe just for a little while longer…
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still she’s on her knees
pairing! jeong yunho x fem!reader, kim hongjoong x fem!reader
genre! smut, angst
warnings! cheating, creampies, pet names, semi-public sex, van sex, pussy slapping, slight dacryphilia, etc.
synopsis! sneaking off with yunho and hongjoong doesn’t know, don’t tell hongjoong based off scotty doesn’t know by lustra
wc! 3.3k
the air was thick and sweat coated your body. you laid against his chest. both of you breathing heavily. the windows of the van tinted but condensation formed on it from the heat. his hand traced up and down your arm. “we can’t keep doing this.” you voiced breaking the peaceful silence.
yunho’s eyebrows furrowed. “baby come on, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” he pulled you closer to him. your body relaxed against his. your bodies fit so perfectly together, yet it was so wrong.
your phone ringtone blared through the van. yunho took notice of his name and his picture. the name followed by a heart. collecting yourself you hit answer. “hi baby.” you greeted an excited hongjoong.
yunho started leaving kisses down your neck. his teeth nibbling at your collarbone. you bit down on your lip trying not to moan. “oh, mm that’s..that’s nice.” you managed to get out. yunho’s hand cupped your heat causing you to gasp. “are you okay?” hongjoong asked concerned as always. bless his unaware mind. “y-yes, listen i have to go.” you quickly hung up after he said his goodbye.
yunho flipped you onto your back attacking your neck in kisses. your moans filled the van. his big hands roamed and groped your body. squeezing every part of you he could. yunho pumped himself a few times to get fully hard before he pushed into you. no matter how many times you took him it always felt like the first.
your legs wrapped around his waist as he began to thrust forward. his tip hitting against your cervix. your nails scratched down his back. yunho threw his head back with a groan as his hips snapped against yours. the motion caused the van to rock. “i’m close.” you moaned. yunho grunted snapping his hips roughly. “me too.”
you bucked your hips to meet his. the new angle drove yunho crazy. he used his thumb to tease your clit sending you over the edge. your legs shook as your orgasm washed over you.
yunho’s actions stilled as he spilled into you. his head thrown back. his neck vein popped out. yunho pulled out which caused you to wince at the loss. he left kisses up your body stopping at your lips.
you giggled pushing him back slightly. “okay big guy, that’s enough for tonight.” he grinned at you before rolling onto his back. sitting up you reached for your clothes. you could feel his cum leaking as you slipped your panites and shorts on. yunho laid with his hands behind his head. his eyes trailed every inch of your body.
“take me home?” you asked. yunho nodded climbing into the driver’s seat not bothering to put on a shirt. the sun had set a while ago. his hand rested comfortably on your thigh as he drove the back ways to your house. he always did this because he hated when you left him for the night. he hated when you left to go back to him.
you hopped out of his van squeezing your legs together to keep the cum from running down your legs. “same time tomorrow?” he asked. you frowned. “i can’t tomorrow, i’m having dinner with hongjoong and his family.” yunho couldn’t keep the eye roll to himself. “it’s only for a few hours then maybe i’ll let you come pick me up.” you grinned.
the boy groaned white knuckling his steering wheel. “you kill me baby.” you giggled before blowing him a kiss which he caught and placed over his semi hard erection. you laughed before taking off towards your house.
yunho hated watching you go. he wished you were his, but you weren’t you were hongjoong’s. it wasn’t fair was it? sure hongjoong was his friend. that’s how yunho met you. it wasn’t fair hongjoong had you first. it wasn’t fair hongjoong got to love you in public while yunho was your dirty secret you’d only see in the dead of night.
he could remember every detail of what lead up to the moment you fell into bed with him. it was his favorite day. when he finally got a taste of you. a taste he knew he never wanted to lose.
the party had been full swing. you hadn’t seen hongjoong in a while and you were starting to get bored. your eyes scanned the livingroom until you noticed him. he was dancing with a girl, a girl who was in town visiting. he claimed he had no feelings for her, yet you could read her like an open book.
the feelings she had for hongjoong written all over her face. when he introduced you as his girlfriend you swear by her eyes narrowing she was planning a million different ways to get rid of you. you of course told hongjoong but he of course brushed it off. “she was just surprised she’s happy for me, for us.”
your insecurities and the alcohol got the better of you. immediately you left the room in search of air. your body was met with a strong frame stopping all movement. a pair of hands came out to steady you. “woah slow down killer.” his voice was deep. you looked up locking eyes with yunho. one of hongjoong’s friends.
“i’m sorry.” you mumbled. his eyes scanned your face. “what’s wrong?” he sounded concerned. “it’s nothing, just need some air.” yunho frowned looking up towards the crowd. his eyes immediately finding hongjoong. “okay, let’s go get air.” you furrowed your eyebrows. “you don’t have to come with me.”
yunho smiled. “nonsense, i need air too we might as well keep each other company.” you just sighed and nodded. yunho placed his hand on your lower back guiding you towards the back door.
the fire from earlier was still going. not many people outside, everyone having already moved inside. yunho sat next to you in front of the fire. “so you want to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked. his eyes were trained on you. “yunho.” your voice warned. he was never shy about flirting.
he grinned. “okay, but seriously what’s wrong?” yunho leaned closer to you. you sighed. “it’s hongjoong he’s dancing with her, like i’m not here? i mean if she wanted someone to dance with there was plenty of other guys why joong?” you were ranting now but yunho followed every word. “she’s always been into him so i’m not surprised.” he shrugged.
your heart sank. of course she was. why all of a sudden did she want hongjoong now. you sighed leaning closer to the fire to warm your hands. “don’t let it get to you.” his voice was closer to you now. you nodded. your eyes meeting his.
his eyes darted down to your lips before looking back into your eyes. “tell me to stop and i will.” his deep voice sent chills up your spine. yunho dipped down capturing your lips against his.
red flags and alarm bells went through your head. yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. he had one hand on the back of your neck and one on your waist. your hands tightly gripped his shirt. his lips moved against you. it was rough, sloppy and yunho couldn’t get enough of you.
the burning in your lungs had you pulling away taking in deep breaths of air. both of your lips swollen and eyes glazed over. he leaned in for another kiss but your hand against his chest stopped him.
“i- we shouldn’t.” your voice was small. guilt slowly ate away at you. yunho sighed but nodded. you stood and made your way back inside. thinking of ways to tell hongjoong what happened. your eyes found him immediately. his arm was wrapped around her waist as she sat in his lap. “hongjoong?” you asked walking up to him and his friends.
“oh hi baby.” he greeted. by his voice you could tell he was drunk. she smirked. “let’s go home joongie it’s late.” he nodded nudging her off. he stood and wrapped his arms around you. ever the clingy drunk. your heart wrenched.
you wanted to scream and yell at her. however you had no right to.
you never did tell hongjoong. that night wasn’t the last time with yunho either. it started to happen every sunday. as scheduled. he’d pick you up and take you away in his van.
every sunday you’d go with yunho, and hongjoong had no idea. you made yunho swear to never tell.
hot water poured over your shoulders. a must needed shower after your visit with yunho. your phone ringing cut your shower short.
you shut the water off and quickly wrapped a towel around yourself. “hello?” you answered. “hi babe.” hongjoong greeted. “dinner with my family is at eight pm tomorrow and good news hana is coming.” he said. your heart wreched. “why is hana coming?” you asked. hongjoong sighed. “y/n please don’t start.”
“hongjoong you can’t be serious.” you were getting angry. “my family loves her, they want her there i’m sorry i don’t know what to tell you.” you couldn’t stop the scoff. “then why am i even going?” it was his turn to scoff. “y/n.” his voice was stern. tired of the same argument. “i’ll see you tomorrow at eight.” he said before hanging up.
you groaned face planting onto your bed before screaming into your pillow.
before you knew it your alarm was ringing. of course you didn’t want to get up. dread and anxiety ate away at you as you got ready for the day.
thoughts of hongjoong and hana, thoughts of his family liking her more than you. pushing those feelings down you looked over yourself in the mirror. the polaroids of yourself on hongjoong stuck to it mocking you at this point.
the drive to the restaurant was a quiet one. his family was parked there along with an all to familiar van. your heart was racing as you parked your car next to his van. your eyes scanned the restaurant when you entered. finding the table quickly since it was a big party having dinner. they rented the event table.
the seats next to hongjoong were taken up by his mother and hana of course. the only open seat being one next to yunho. yunho? why was he here? “hi love.” hongjoong greeted before going back to his conversation. no hug or kiss hello. just a simple hi before he was back to her.
you sighed before sitting down next to yunho. he grinned seeing you. “hi y/n.” he voice was deep. you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together. “what are you doing here?” you whispered. “oh i came to pick up some take out but ran into hongjoong and he invited me to stay.” he answered before taking a sip of his wine.
his long slender fingers wrapped around the delicate glass. your eyes following the cup as he brought it to his plump lips. the red liquid disappearing. “it’s good, want some?” he tipped it towards you. heat rose in your cheeks. “i’ll have some later.” he smirked. “good girl, have fun.” good girl? you tried so hard to not squirm in your seat. i mean you were having dinner with your boyfriend and his family and his friend had your panties getting damper.
his family did little to nothing to include you in conversations. all of them in awe of hongjoong and hana. you we’re starting to feel annoyed more than anxious. you didn’t even know why you were here. convinced “hongjoong bring your girlfriend.” met “hongjoong bring hana.”
they haven’t even brought the meals yet and you were already on your third glass of wine. hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows. “maybe cut back love.” he said. you grinned fakely. “of course.” yunho noticed the white in your knuckles from gripping the glass.
he placed his hand on your thigh. it didn’t distract you from the glare his mom sent. the conversations around the table went on. you couldn’t focus on them. not with yunho’s fingers inching up your thighs. you glared a yunho when his finger brushed over your heat.
he just smirked before sipping his wine. your teeth sunk into your bottom lip when his fingers slipped past your panties and dipped into you. even his fingers filled you up. the tips of his fingers brushed against that spongy spot deep inside you.
your teeth biting harder on your lip as sweat beads around your hairline. his fingers continued to work you as the waiters began to bring the plates of food. your release was building and your brain became foggy. his fingers worked faster and your body stiffened as your orgasm washed over you.
yunho smirked, feeling your juices leak around his fingers. “y/n you and yunho seem awfully close.” your eyes snapped towards hana. hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows noticing how close you were. “were just sitting here.” you mumbled. “shame you weren’t here earlier to sit here, joongie got tired of waiting for you so he said i could sit here.”
her smirked had your blood boiling. “joongie likes my company so i guess it’s okay.” you smiled sickenly sweet. “well at least someone enjoys your company.” the girl glared at your words. “y/n that’s uncalled for.” hongjoong said. “sweetie don’t be jealous it’s an ugly look.” his mother added. you scoffed. of course.
before you could say anything the scraping of yunho’s chair being pushed back caught everyone’s attention. he stood tall. “i’ve heard and seen enough. dinner was delightful, however i’m ready for dessert now.” he reached his hand towards you. your eyes widened. “what the hell?” hongjoong asked. your eyes scanned the room taking in their judgemental and hateful stares.
deciding you finally had enough you took yunho’s hand. he pulled you up and against his side. “y/n what the fuck?” hongjoong asked. “if you’ll excuse us, were going to go fuck now. enjoy your dinner.”
you were sure hongjoong’s eyes almost fell out with how wide they got. his mother and hana’s mouths dropped in shock. as whispers took over the dinner table. you didn’t care though. not when yunho squeezed your hand and pulled you away.
the both of you taking off running towards his van. he opened the door for you making sure you were inside before taking off to his side. he slid in and started the van. “oh my god..oh my god did that just happen?” you asked. the shock finally starting to wear off. yunho smirked. “yeah, sorry it had to be that way but i couldn’t take how they were treating you.”
you smiled, taking his hand in yours. “thank you.” he drove to your house. your eyes widened. “my house?” you asked. “as much as i love fucking you dumb in the back of my van, i want to take care of you properly.” your cheeks heated up at his words. “then take care of me.”
yunho rounded the van and opened your door. his hands gripped your hips as he lifted you over his shoulder. you giggled as he carried you. his large hand landing a slap on your bottom.
he kicked his shoes off before taking you to your bedroom. there he laid you down. he helped you pull your dress over your head. leaving you in your matching dark blue set. his eyes trailed your form. he bit his lip. “you’re so beautiful baby.” his hands trailed up your body. squeezing every inch of you he could grab. goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch.
his fingertips lighting a fire under your skin. yunho used his fingers to tilt your chin up. he leaned down and kissed you. when he released your lips he pulled his shirt over his head. your eyes trailed down his body. “see something you like?” he smirked. you bit your lip. “of course.”
yunho grinned and slid down between your legs. his breath fanned over your entrance. you squirmed and bucked your hips. his hands came up to your hips forcing them down against the bed. “be patient princess.” he scolded.
a whine left your lips and you gripped his hair. “please yunho i need you.” yunho left a smack on your pussy. “i said patience princess don’t be a brat.” another whined escaped you before yunho attached mouth to your aching cunt. his tongue doing wonders.
your body felt like it was on fire as his tongue circled your clit. the sensation had you seeing stars. as the knot grew in your stomach, yunho’s movements didn’t slow down. “i-i’m cumming.” you managed to get out. yunho worked you faster triggering your orgasm. heat washed over your body as you stilled and tried to catch your breath.
yunho pulled away from your heat as your juices dripped from his chin. he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and smirked at you. “you did so well baby.” he praised. he crawled up your body caging you under himself. his bulge rub against your sensitive cunt. yunho smirked when the whimper left your lips.
“is my princess sensitive?” he asked. you nodded. his hands roamed your body groping and squeezing every piece of flesh he could. yunho leaned down and kissed your neck before sucking the skin. he left red marks in his wake. satisfied he could finally mark what was his.
“please yunho i need you.” you begged. his eyes met yours and he smirked seeing the tears welling in your waterline. he freed himself from his boxers. he was already hard. his length always took your breath away. he used two of his fingers to collect some of your slickness and he spread it over his dick.
he teased your entrance before pushing himself all the way in. you moaned out as he bottomed out. you could feel the stretch of his length. you felt so full. yunho groaned feeling you squeeze him. “i haven’t even moved yet baby.” his voice was deep. “p-please.” you had tears. he groaned before moving his hips out and slamming back in.
his hips moved against yours at a deep slow pace. the room was filled with a mix of moans, grunts and the squeaking of the box springs.
“you take me so well baby. look how full you are.” he placed your hand over the bulge in your tummy. “feel me?” he asked. you could only moan and nod. you were to fucked out to formulate words.
you whined and squeezed around him. “y-yunho i’m close please.” he grunted. “it’s okay princess let it go.” with his permission you let your less wash over you for the third time. yunho snapped his hips against yours faster chasing his high.
finally he stilled and spilled his warm cum inside you, painting your walls white. he rested his forehead against yours. the both of you breathing heavily. yunho moved to leave kisses along your cheeks and down your neck.
you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him against your chest. he could hear your heartbeat settling. “hey i’m sorry about dinner. i just couldn’t keep letting them ignore you then belittle you when they did talk to you.” he was getting frustrated.
combing your fingers through his hair, you smiled. “it’s okay yunho, our break up was bound to happen. i’m just happy to be with you all the time now.” your voice was soft. yunho lifted his head up and pressed his lips to yours. “me too.” yunho rolled to the side and sat up.
he left and came back with a towel. carefully he cleaned between your legs. his eyes taking in your body covered in his marks. his. you were finally his.
“come lay with me.” you whispered. yunho was quick to lay next you , taking you into his arms. “i’m glad he knows now.”
“he had to know.”
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author’s note! sorry for the wait on this one i got a little carried away. i’m trying to get better at writing longer fics for everyone
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02:37 — Choi San
PAIRING — sub bf!San x dom fem!reader
GENRE — smut. fluff. a little angst. non-idol AU.
RATING — 18+. minors gtfo.
W/C — 5,4~ k
SUMMARY — San is struggling with burnout from work, and can’t sleep. good thing you're there to make him feel better and uhm... tire him out.
WARNINGS — mentions of drinking. San talks about burnout and cries from stress etc.
NSFW TAGS — mommy kink (reader has gn pronouns but is Mommy). (San) good/pretty/baby boy etc. unprotected sex. thigh/underwear fucking (+ San ejaculates in their underwear while they’re wearing them <3). grinding. kissing. many hints of spit kink. slight cum eating/sharing. breast worship (tiddy-drunk San). praise (both rec.). clit/nipple/breast play (reader rec.). fingering & accidental penetration (reader rec.). a sprinkle of marking/biting (both rec.). hairpulling (San rec.). slight edging/jerking off (San rec.). teasing. begging. not too rough, not too gentle. and everyone gets to climax, yay!
NOTE — I adore soft, subby San with a mommy kink. that's all.
Awoken from your slumber by the weight on the bed constantly shifting, your tired eyes flutter open and peek over at your bedside table. The digits on the clock glow a bright red “02:37” in the dark room. You tug at the covers, once pulled up to your chin but now only covering the lower half of your body, as your side of it is being thieved by a certain someone.
Looking over your shoulder you see San laying restless tossing and turning next to you. Turning around, you reach your hand out in the dark. San flinches when your cold fingers meet his bare back.
“Can't sleep?”
Rubbing your eyes, you try to make out the figure in front of you.
“No,” San responds in a deep, husky voice and muffles a frustrated groan into the pillow, hiding his face.
“Poor baby,” you sympathize, shuffling closer to place a kiss on his shoulder and scratch your nails gently up and down his back.
San hums in response and turns to lay on his stomach, his arms reaching up to hug his pillow, face still hidden from your view.
The lights in the street outside your window peeks through the narrow opening between the curtains enough to illuminate San's upper back and wide shoulders which you can't help but admire.
Your fingertips travel all the way down to the waistband of San’s underwear and up his spine to his neck. You chuckle when you feel him shiver, but quiet down when he lets out a dejected sigh.
“What's going on in that pretty head of yours?” You ask softly and ruffle his hair.
San hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Nothing.”
“You sure?” You brush his hair with your fingers while waiting for an answer, but none comes. “San.” You prop yourself up on one elbow and look down at him. “Look at me.”
He turns his head to face you with a sombre expression.
“There's my pretty boy.” You smile, but it quickly fades when you notice his puffy eyes, and worry sets in. “Have you been crying?”
San frowns and avoids your eyes.
“Oh, honey,” you coo at him, reaching your hand up to cup his cheek and caress his cheekbone with your thumb while your eyes scan over his face. “You should've woken me up."
"I didn't want to bother you." San turns to lay on his side and rests his hand on your hip, drawing circles on your skin with his thumb.
"You wouldn't bother me. I'm here for you.” You reach for his other hand and lay holding it with both your hands. “Do you want to talk about it now?”
San takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts. “I'm just… so exhausted, and I can't stop thinking about work. I couldn't catch up on everything today, so now it's going to lay there waiting for me all weekend and give me even more work on Monday. It just keeps piling up. I'm so fed up.”
You nod and release one of your hands from his to brush his hair out of his face, tracing your finger over his eyebrows. “I know, my love.”
Sighing heavily, San turns to lay on his back, hands resting on his belly, and stares up at the ceiling. You snuggle closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“My boss still has no idea how to delegate and do his own job properly, so I constantly fall behind even if I try my best, and that fu–” San pauses, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose before swiping his palm down to his chin. “That lazy ass intern he assigned me, out of all people, to train, and…”
Your hand comes to lay on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. “San, babe, breathe.” Grabbing his hand to remove it from his face, you lay it on his chest and give it a comforting squeeze before releasing.
San closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, jaw clenching and unclenching. You caress his arm comfortingly as he tries to calm down.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I know how hard you've worked to get where you are, and it's no wonder you feel this way if your work keeps going unacknowledged by your boss. But know that I am so proud of you.”
“Thank you.” San lowers his voice and takes a moment before continuing. “The problem is, I'm not sure I can handle much more. It's so… draining. I don't know... I, I feel like I'm not good enough.”
His voice cracks, and your heart aches.
“Oh, baby… come here.”
When he turns to curl up against you, you quickly pull him in, arms wrapping around his wide shoulders giving him a tight hug. Leaning away, you see a tear roll down San’s cheek and you kiss it before it can reach his jaw. A kiss on his cheek, his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and lastly one on his lips.
“I don’t know what to do,” San admits quietly, sniffles, and opens his teary eyes. “I'm so burnt out.”
“Just because your boss doesn't do his own job properly or care for his employees does not mean you aren’t doing enough, alright?”
San looks at you and shakes his head.
“Good boy.” Holding your hand at the back of his head you guide it down to rest against your chest, petting his hair while you take deep breaths.
“I am?” San asks timidly.
“Yes, you are. You're my good boy.”
“Mmh…” he hums and nuzzles his face against your chest. “Say that again.”
You giggle, and kiss the top of his head, holding your nose against his hair and taking in the scent of his shampoo. “You're mommy's good boy.”
San smiles contentedly. You stay like this for a moment, just breathing together while your fingertips massage his scalp calmingly.
Breaking the silence, you share an idea. “Let's sleep in tomorrow, and then we'll do something relaxing together, okay?”
“Sing our hearts out at karaoke until we lose our voices and then get shitfaced drunk?” San suggests and looks up at you with a small smile.
“That's… one way to relax, yeah,” you laugh, “if one doesn't mind spending the next day hungover in bed.”
“I don't mind staying in bed all day.” San trails soft kisses over your chest from your right to your left shoulder while one of his hands stroke up and down the side of your thigh.
“Oh yeah? Pretty boy wants to stay in bed with his mommy all day?” With a hand under his chin, you force him to look up at you while the other hand draws patterns over his bare, toned chest.
San nods in response and squeezes your hip. His hands move hesitantly up your body to cup your chest, and you smile knowing what he wants.
“Mommy,” San whines cutely.
You chuckle warmly. “Yes?”
“Can I?” His eyes dart between your chest and your eyes. “Please?”
How can you say no? “Go ahead, baby.”
A second later, San's wet, soft lips are back to leave open-mouthed kisses all over as he moves down your neck. By now it's almost a routine to have your boy humming against your skin as he uses your chest as a stress-reliever, shutting his mind off while kissing, sucking, licking as he pleases. And you certainly don't mind.
You look down and find San looking up at you, as if waiting for your attention. It's an innocent look, but him holding eye contact as he opens his mouth and lets his tongue hang out, your nipples get hard just from the sight alone.
Your thoughts turn anything but pure and wholesome, so you close your eyes. That's when you feel San's heavy breath on your skin before the warm, wet tip of his tongue circles your bud. Inhaling deeply, you squeeze your thighs together and squeeze at his shoulders.
“Mommy likes it?” San asks curiously before taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking while he rolls the other one between his thumb and index finger.
“Mmh, yes, I like it.” Your breathing picks up and your body feels warm, sparks lighting between your thighs. You're supposed to be comforting your crying boyfriend, but now you're getting… horny? Fuck. “You feel good, love? Feel better when you play with mommy?”
San hums around your nipple, eyes barely open. The hand not playing with your other bud is stroking up the side of your body and up your chest, kneading at your flesh.
You can't help but whimper needily when he pulls at both of your nipples, one with his fingers and the other pressed between his tongue and upper teeth, before he lets go and licks a stripe up your chest.
San takes a moment to catch his breath and admire your body. Both your chest and his lips are glistening wet, his mouth staying open as he palms at your softness, dazed eyes darting between your eyes and nipples. Pussy-drunk? No, this man gets titty-drunk.
“You drive me crazy, you know that, right?” You say, voice airy as you gaze down on him wantonly. The view of him right now is too delicious, your head starts to feel dizzy as your blood decided it was needed elsewhere, your clit practically pulsing with arousal by now, impatient for attention.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” San smiles at the comment and latches on the other breast, leaving a few sloppy kisses before the tip of his tongue flicks over your nipple over and over while his fingers play with the other. He sucks down hard and releases, licking over your chest before closing his mouth over your bud again.
“Because, I–aah, haa…” Your mind gets dizzier with arousal. San's wet, warm tongue on your skin is too distracting for you to speak coherently, the wet noises of his mouth on your chest making your underwear wet.
Arching your back, you push him closer to your chest, hands stroking his back. One of your legs moves in between San's thighs and he exhales sharply through his nose. He presses his crotch against your thigh and moans against your skin as he sucks harshly on your flesh before letting go with a ‘pop’. You're sure you'll find a mark there later.
“Mommy has such pretty nipples.” San compliments, looking up at you with his pretty glazed over eyes. A string of saliva still connects his plush, wet lips with your erect bud before breaking as he rubs his thumbs over them and kneads your chest in his palms as he continues to subconsciously grind his crotch against your thigh.
“I do? Baby, you're too cute.” You laugh, but the effect of it all is not lost on you, your underwear already sticking to your heat.
San smiles and gently pushes at your shoulder for you to lay down on your back, your leg still in between his thighs. He props himself up on one arm at the other side of your body, looking down at you with admiration as he hovers over you. His free hand caresses your belly lovingly and up your chest before he lowers himself down to peck your lips.
“You're so sweet to me,” San speaks against your lips in a quiet voice, “what did I do to deserve you?”
Your hands come up to cup his cheeks and you look him straight in the eyes.
“My baby boy doesn't need to do anything to be deserving of my love. I love you for who you are, not what you do. Though…” you pause and bite your lip, your hands slide down his neck, and you grind your hips up against his, “the things you do makes it hard not to love you even more.”
San audibly swallows hard when your fingertips move down his chest and over his toned belly until it reaches the waistband of his underwear. San's belly tenses up and he bites his lip while observing the mischievous look in your eye as your fingers brush his skin teasingly following the fabric around his waist to slide down to grab his ass and you push his hips against yours.
That's about as much as San can take before he crashes his lips into yours, tongues finding each other in a kiss that quickly turns passionate, messy and heated. San's hands are restless, roaming your body everywhere he can reach.
You have to part from his lips to catch your breath, panting, foreheads resting against each other. Giggling, you grind your hips against his again, making him groan. You swear your clit twitched and you shamelessly moan from the mere sound of his hoarse voice filled with desire. You catch a glimpse of his eyes just as dazed, and his wet, kiss-swollen lips before he starts kissing down your neck.
“My mommy,” he whispers against your skin as he nibbles on your skin. “Mine,” kiss, “mine,” kiss, “mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you mumble with your eyes closed, tilting your head to the side to give him more room to do whatever he wants, “yours only.”
Grinding your hips together, you feel San's cock grow hard against your thigh. Smiling pleased, you wrap your leg around his hips and press hard against him.
He gasps and closes his eyes, head falls back and exposing his neck and shoulders beautifully with the help of the small light from the window. San whimpers and babbles something incoherent before his hands desperately caress the sides of your body again as he leans down to continue kissing down your chest.
“You're so fucking gorgeo–”
The words get stuck in your throat and are replaced with a high-pitched moan when San bites down on your chest, his short breaths huffing over your spit covered skin. Arching your back, your hand reaches up to the back of his head and pulls at his hair in return.
San looks up at you with his eyes barely open, lips parted as he releases a throaty groan. The scene threatens to release the beast inside you, trying not to listen to the little devil on your shoulder. Your underwear are soaked to the point where you think it's impossible for him not to notice.
“Please, mommy, I need more. Please, I need you,” San mumbles with a wanton, husky voice as he looks at you with pleading eyes, short of breath and face flushed as he grinds his half-hard dick against your thigh.
Fuck, how badly you wish you could flip him over onto his back and sink down and bounce on that pretty cock of his, but no… you have something else in mind.
“You know what to do, Sannie. You get what you want when you use your words,” you respond in a clear tone. You can't help it, blood pumping with fire all through your body when he gets into such a dishevelled, needy state, looking and sounding so delicious it's tempting to ravage him whole.
San is too busy and impatient to notice your smirk as he's returned to trail wet kisses over your chest, licking a stripe up your neck before nibbling and marking your skin.
“Mommy, please, touch me...” San whispers wantonly in your ear, his lips ghosting the skin.
You feel a lightning of arousal strike down to your core, and push him away to see his face already looking fucked out, and he hasn't even gotten his dick out of his underwear yet. He looks more like a bitch in heat than a sad, sleepless boy now—mission accomplished—but you're nowhere near finished yet.
“I am touching you,” you tease with a low voice, hands stroking up his back to his shoulders and down his arms, squeezing at his triceps.
“Please.” San begs and takes one of your hands, kissing the palm before guiding it downwards, sliding it over his toned chest and belly until it reaches his underwear. “Here.”
Shifting your legs you spread them wide for him, doing as he asks and starts palming his hard, clothed member.
“Want me to touch you here, baby?”
San nods and sighs in relief, propping himself up on his elbow and hovering over you.
“Use your words,” you command.
“Yes, there, mommy. Want you to touch my cock,” he speaks up, voice laced with lust.
San's underwear has slid down a bit from all the humping that his cockhead pokes out from under the waistband, pearls of pre-cum dripping on the inside of your wrist.
“So nice and hard for me, Sannie,” you praise and take your hand up to your lips to seductively lick off the cum, loving the way San whimpers while his gaze is frozen on your mouth.
“So fucking hard for you, mommy,” he whines, biting down on his swollen lips. One of his hands snakes between your upper back and the bed while the other squeezes at your hips.
You open your mouth and let your tongue out. San doesn't hesitate to lick the cum off your tongue before connecting your lips in a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, tasting his cum together.
San's hips jolt and his breath stutter when you take him by surprise and squeeze his clothed member, feeling it twitch in your hand.
“I love how sensitive you are,” you compliment him, “it makes things even more fun.” You release his cock and push him off you.
San lays down on his side, barely able to keep himself up anymore, too weak, losing himself in desire, his toned chest already glistening with sweat.
Laying on your side next to him, you reach down to cup his balls and squeeze, making San gasp and his belly tense up. You giggle pleasantly and peck his parted lips.
“Don't you think so, baby?”
“Uh-huh, yeah–ah, yes,” he agrees and nods. His voice is airy and weak, even more so when your hand slides into his underwear and your fingers wrap around his cock. San groans and swallows hard, eyebrows tightly knit together.
“Such a good boy, always so hard and needy for mommy,” you praise, voice deep and sultry, keeping your eyes on his face to witness every tell of how you make him feel.
“Always. Need you all the time.” San's upper lip twitches and he curses under his breath and eyebrows quirk up when your thumb teases the tip of his cock and spreads the pearls of pre-cum.
“Mmh.” You hum with a content smile. “You want me to distract you, hm? You want more, pretty boy?”
“Yes, yes, I want more–ah, mommy~” San pouts and whines in protest when you remove your hand from his underwear.
You peck his pouty lips and ‘shush’ him. Hooking your finger under the waistband of his underwear, pulling and releasing, the band snaps right on San's aching dick, making him wince and curse out loud.
“Don't whine.”
“You want me dead!”
“No, I just want these off. If that's ok with you?” You tug at his underwear, and chuckle when he hurriedly obeys.
San's thick, veiny cock slaps against his toned belly as it’s released from the confines of his underwear.
“You got such a pretty cock, baby. God, it makes my mouth water…” You trail your finger all the way from the base of his shaft to the tip.
Shooting him a mischievous look before kissing the corner of his lips and teasing your tongue over his bottom lip, you give your next command.
“Spit in my mouth.”
San's breath trembles. “No, I was right. You want me dead.”
You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. San smirks and licks his lips before spitting on your tongue. Removing your hand stroking his dick, you spit a mix of both his and your spit into your palm and spread it along his shaft, pulling a throaty groan out of San.
Making sure to cover his whole length, all the way from the base and rubbing your palm over his cockhead with every stroke, the combo of spit and his pre-cum mixing together creates lewd sounds as you pick up pace. It makes your pussy purr.
Shlick, shlick, shlick.
“Fuuuck…” San's head falls back, releasing a symphony of whines and groans as his jaw goes slack from all the pleasure.
You lick along his sharp jaw and speak close to his ear. “You're doing so well, Sannie. Such a good boy. My good boy.” Trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck, you bite and suck on his skin to mark what is yours.
“Y/n, I'm gonna blow if you keep going like thi–ah, shit–” San warns and groans while struggling to keep his hips still, his hands reaching to grab your shoulders.
You look at him and the sight makes your eyes darken. Fuck, he’s so pretty like this. Clenching his jaw, throwing his head back, sweat trickling down his neck. His glistening chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to not fuck into your fist, getting closer to his high by the second.
It's tempting to let him shoot his load in your hand or anywhere, right then, right there, but will you? Nah.
You still your movements, making San whine loudly, his fingers digging into your skin.
“What's my name?”
San opens his eyes, slightly disoriented by the question. “Y/n?” He tries to catch his breath.
“What's my name?” You repeat and grab his jaw, your other hand still squeezing at the base of his throbbing cock.
“Mommy!”
“Good boy,” you praise and kiss his lips.
San rests his forehead against yours, his eyes welling up with tears threatening to fall. This poor, sensitive boy is not good with edging.
“I want you to fuck my thighs.”
It takes a moment for San to register your words. He pushes his sweaty bangs out of his face. “W–what?”
You grab his chin and make him look at you. “I said, fuck my thighs.”
His dick twitches in your palm at the command, hips jerking, failing not to fuck into your fist as flames of lust rage in his eyes as they dart between your eyes, lips, thighs.
“Can– can I?”
You look San straight in the eyes while slowly stroking his member throbbing with impatience.
“Be a good boy and rub this pretty dick on mommy’s pussy.”
San is panting at the back of your neck, his soft lips sliding over the skin of your upper back as his mouth stays agape, drooling and moaning without shame. One of his hands is on your chest, kneading at your soft flesh, while the other has a firm grip on your hip as his slaps against your ass.
“Oh yeah, that's it. Aah, yeah. Keep going. Keep driving your thick, pretty fucking cock between my thighs.” You purr, clenching your jaw and inhaling sharply through your teeth, furiously rubbing your clit while your thighs press together.
“Mmh, fuck yeah… Does that feel good? You like fucking me like this?” The lewd sounds of San's cockhead hitting against your sopping clothed heat with every thrust is hypnotising. Your free hand reaches back to grab his ass, encouraging his movements. “You're doing so well, baby.”
“Yes, I love it, I love your thighs, I love–” San reaches his hand to slide in between your legs to replace your fingers. “I love your clit, I love your pussy, god, I love it. I love you. I love you, mommy.”
Your giggles at his babbling are interrupted when his fingers press down on your clit, making you gasp. Reaching your arm over your shoulder, you grab the back of his neck covered in sweat, holding on for dear life. “Sannie…”
Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes between the walls of your bedroom as San keeps the pace of his hips steady while his fingers come up to slide into your soaked underwear, setting your core aflame. His fingers dive between your glistening folds and he hisses at the feeling.
You squeal and press your ass back against him, clenching around nothing when he teases his middle finger at your entrance.
“You're so wet, mommy,” San groans into your ear and starts rubbing your clit in figure eights, “fucking soaked. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, baby, feels so good–nnngh, keep going, just like that. Aaah–” you squirm in his hold as he slows the pace of his thrusts to dip two fingers into your cunt, your warm walls practically pulling him in. You press your thighs around his dick and he sighs against your shoulder.
“Feels so good, so–ah, so good...” San places open-mouthed kisses all over your shoulder while starting to move his digits in and out your cunt.
You start grinding your hips against San's thick fingers, effectively jerking his aching member off in the process.
“God, Y/n…” San throws his head back and closes his eyes, guiding your hips with the help of his hand gripping your waist.
To his surprise, you release your grip at the back of his neck and take his hand out from your drenched underwear, replacing his fingers with your own.
“Sannie.”
“Hm?” San stills all movements.
Shifting position, pressing your ass back and arching your back, the angle allows San a perfect view of your ass while you play with yourself.
“Fuck, baby…”
San's erection twitches at the sight and he can't help but grab it and slowly jerk himself off at the same pace as your fingers circling your clit.
Caressing your ass, he kneads the soft flesh and spreads your cheeks. If it weren't for them being covered in pre-cum and it being so dark in the room, he'd see how your white cotton underwear were basically see-through from how soaking wet you are.
You reach your free hand back, spread your legs a bit and pull your underwear to the side, showing off just how wet and swollen your pussylips are, soft whines coming one after the ones as your fingers play with your bundle of nerves.
“Babe, rub your dick on my pussy...” you ask with your best sultry, smoky voice and turn your head to look back at him.
Your boyfriend shamelessly whimpers out loud and squeezes your ass hard enough to leave bruises while the hand on his leaking cock strokes faster, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
“Fucking hell… Are you sure? I'm–I'm not wearing protection.”
“I know, honey. Do it, please~” You keep your cheeks spread, showing him your fingers reaching down to spread your slick folds to give him an even better view.
You know exactly what you're doing. He wanted a distraction, and he got one. If he was standing up, his knees would have buckled.
San hisses through clenched teeth, hips trembling slightly as he releases his dick, afraid he's going to give you a surprise backshot if he didn't. Though he can't take his eyes off your pussy. It’s like you can see the gears start shifting behind them.
“Ok.”
San leans down, hovering over you, propped up on one arm as the other caresses your back down to circle your ass and up your spine.
“I can't promise I'll pull out. I'm so close, mommy, and you're so… so...”
You smile and lean in to whisper. “It's okay. I want you to come on my pussy.”
"Baby–”
“Be a good boy and make a mess on me. I want you to. Give me a big load I can keep safe all night. You want that, too, don't you?”
San closes his eyes and nods his head 'yes'.
You rub your clit faster, the sound of your pussy alone proving how much you want him. “Hear that? I’m so fucking wet and horny, I need your pretty cock, baby boy.”
“Shit…”
You're laying down on your side with San's chest pressed against your back. One of his hands has a firm grip on your thigh under your knee, holding your leg bent up towards your body. His thick cock is comfortably tucked inside your underwear, easily sliding between your slick folds. His cockhead hits your fingertips playing with your clit every time he thrusts his hips.
San's mind goes blank, overcome by the feeling of his length running along your pussy, slowly at first, just to hear your sweet complains about how he needs to fuck you better. Faster. Harder.
Because then when he does, your praises of how good his cock feels motivates him even more. You'll have him panting, grunting and whimpering at the back of your neck like a little bitch in heat in no time, as he slams his hips against your ass without holding back.
Clap, clap, clap.
You arch your back deeper and reach your arm over your shoulder to hold at the back of his neck, his body sweating like he's run a marathon. San’s snakes a hand under your chest to hold you up against him.
Turning your head to crash your lips onto his, your tongues dance together in a sloppy, hot mess, barely kissing, jaws going slack by overwhelming pleasure as you moan and pant against each other's lips. You drag San's lips between your teeth, making him whimper and his cock twitch.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yea–ah! Ah!” Moans increasing in pitch with each harsh thrust, fingers digging into his neck, the other on his ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise.
“You feel so good mommy, so warm, so–mmph, your... pussy, I–aaah~ fu–” San can't shut up.
“Mmh–yeah, that’s it," you encourage him. "Your cock feels so fucking good, baby. Just like tha–aah! You're doing so well. Such a good boy. My good boy.”
“Mommy, 'm gonna come, 'm gonna come–” San sobs, thrusting his hips even quicker as he desperately chases his high.
You feel the fire in your core grow, your legs shaking for a moment. Your bare pussy soaking his dick even more, the lewd sounds makes you impossibly horny, the feeling in your core like a rubber band tightening and threatening to burst.
“Come, come on my fingers, soak my cock, please, need you to come with me.” His thrusts become sloppy as he nears his high, and the tip of his cock accidentally slips into your pussy, making you both moan out loud in surprise, and he pulls out, chanting “Shit, sorry.”
“Sannie, I'm close,” you whine.
He kisses all over the side of your face before resting his forehead against your temple as his fingers start rubbing your clit furiously bringing you closer to your release.
“Gonna give you a big load, mommy, gonna–AH, fuck, gonna be a good boy and make a big mess, just like you want.”
“Come, come, baby,” you encourage him, voice strained and out of breath as pleasure overwhelms you.
That's all it takes for him to reach his high, hips stuttering before he stills with a loud grunt and paints your swollen pussylips white, your underwear being filled with his hot cum.
San holds your hips in place as you squirm and chant his name louder and louder as you near your release. San groans and bites down on your shoulder when you squeeze his dick between your thighs.
“‘m coming, ‘m come, I’m–Aah!” Your body tense up and legs start shaking, head falling back and jaw going slack as he coaxes you over the edge.
“That's it. Let go. Come all over me,” he whispers into your ear while frantically rubbing your clit.
That combined with the sound of your wetness mixing together with his cum sets the fire in your core free, bursting overwhelming pleasure spreading through your body. He presses down on your clit, making you whimper, riding out your high, grinding your shaky hips against his palm and milking his cock, overstimulating you both in the process.
"Thank you, mommy, thank you," San mumbles over and over, exhausted, pressed up tight against you.
Let's just say San slept real good after this, and he got his wish granted the next day—karaoke and booze. Perhaps you made him come in his jeans while dry humping the fuck out of him in the private karaoke room. Twice.
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