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Not sure if anyone has asked for this yet but may I request Mark and number 30 for the nsfw drabbles? 🥺

mark + phone sex

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 866

warnings: masturbation, phone sex, praise, fingering

a/n: hii hope you like this anon 💘💘

Mark couldn’t have known how much the picture you sent him would affect him when he got the notification.

There you were, sitting on your bedroom’s floor in front of your full-body mirror, legs open and facing the camera. Your underwear was nowhere to be found, only one of Mark’s t-shirts was covering your body, and if that wasn’t already turning him on impossibly much then the fingers over your glistening pussy definitely did the job.

There wasn’t much he could do, sitting on the couch of their dressing room after just being done with his makeup. He was only glad he decided to turn his phone away from Johnny before opening the message, out of a hunch. Awkwardly pulling the sweater he had on for the performance over his crotch, he excused himself to the restroom.

The call rang only once before you answered, your voice telling of the smug smile stretching out your face; you were expecting him to call.

“Hey”

“Yo”, he answers, breathless. “What’s up with the pic?”

“You liked it?”

“So fucking sexy.”

He walks around the area a little, checking to see if anyone was there. He had a feeling this conversation would end up needing complete privacy.

“I just missed you”, you mewl, and Mark can clearly hear your duvet covers shifting in the background. He can picture it so vibrantly: you naked, wearing your messy hair and the tee he’s left at your place, laying in bed. His cock twitches in his skinny jeans, begging to be freed, and he quickly locks himself inside a stall.

“What are you doing right now?”, he asks you as he unbuttons his pants, palming himself over his briefs.

“I woke up and you weren’t there but I was really horny. I couldn’t help but touch myself..”

Unable to contain his hard-on under the fabric anymore, Mark pushes his underwear down his thighs, letting his dick slap against his lower stomach. He can faintly pick up the sound of your fingers spreading your wetness around. Every second of this call drove him crazier.

“And you decided to show me just to torture me?”

“Well, I was kinda wishing you’d call. I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Got what you wished for, baby?”

“Not really”, you pout, moaning lightly when your index grazes your clit, “Your dick feels so much better.”

“Fuck”

Letting out a low growl from the back of his throat, he wraps his fist around his member, slowly jerking himself off. The way your voice breaks from neediness has him dripping out already. He knows he won’t last long.

“Slip two fingers in for me”, he whispers on his phone, already panting as he pumps his dick some more. “How does it feel?”

“My pussy feels so hot”, you whimper, but sigh out in pleasure once you get used to the stretch. “It’s a tight fit”

“Can’t even fit a couple of fingers in? But you always take me so well.”

“It’s been too long”, you whine, and a wave of guilt washes over Mark momentarily. “I need more”

“Once I get home”, he promises, and picks up the pace of his movements as your moans grow in intensity. “Don’t care how tired I am. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til your legs give out.”

“Mark, I’m gonna cum”, you warn him, fingertips hitting your g-spot now. It feels so different when he’s there for you. Even if he’s not physically in your room with you, you still feel butterflies in your lower stomach at his words. It’s just so easy to imagine that he’s right next to you, half-covered under your sheets like on your favorite lazy mornings, when his lips find the hollow of your neck and his fingers wake you from your slumber.

“Me too baby, fuck. I wanna hear my girl cum all pretty for me.”

You moan his name out per his request when your orgasm hits you, your moans triggering his own. Ropes of cum fill his fist, dripping down his fingers. He can’t help himself from groaning from the much-needed relief, letting out a chuckle as he cleans himself up.

“I love you.”

“I love you too”, you coo, your body feeling light as a feather and your heart full of your boyfriend. “Good luck today, okay? I’m cheering for you”

“Thank you, baby. And I’ll keep my promise! Just wait for me.”

“Will do Marky”, you giggle, not wanting to hang up at all, “I’m so glad I texted you”

“Me too”

#jjc recs

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220409 TAEYONG IG Update

"Full bloom🌸"

Translated by jaeedimples

#my little barbie doll #<3 <3

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distractions

◦ masterlist

◦ 18+ only

◦ boyfriend!johnny x afab!reader

◦ warnings: pwp, dom!johnny, corruption, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play

◦ summary: all your sweet boyfriend wanted to do was pass some time with you <3

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Johnny wanted to feel guilty. He was looking at you in your safest places, you in your very apartment. But he couldn’t help how he felt when looking at your gorgeous legs that sat crossed at the table, your little fingers typing away on your laptop. He wanted to press soft kisses to your fingers, the same ones that hold his hand, brushes his hair, and that grasp his heavy, hard cock when he needs it the most.

After some thinking, he thought maybe it was time for you to take a little break from your hard work. He was desperate for some attention from you, and he was going to do anything it takes to get his sweet treat in his mouth.

“Baby?” he whispered softly, realizing that he was really acting on his perverted thoughts.

“Hm?” you hum back, acknowledging your boyfriend.

“Come here.” You turned around to look at him, his cheeks slightly flushed, with a small smile on his face. Lifting yourself up from your chair, making your way to Johnny to fit his outreached hand into yours. He lifts your hand to press a small kiss to it, then tugging you closer to him. Johnny looks up at you, given that he is seated while you were standing. He runs his hands through your waist, pulling you to press a kiss on your breastbone. Your breathing picks up, realizing his intentions as he peeled your shirt off.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked, his warm eyes reaching yours as you gave him a soft nod in approval. He soft lips lingered around your breasts, his fingers reaching back to undo your bra. Tossing it aside, he leaned back onto the couch, bringing you to straddle him. Lips running to your nipples, he began his assault. Nibbling on your bud, while his fingers began to twist and tug your other abandoned bud. Soft mewls were spilling out of your mouth, the pleasure overwhelming you as your pussy began throbbing from the pleasure.

“Johnny, kiss me.” you said, pulling on his hair for emphasis. He released your buds to kiss you, his hands soon finding position against your ass. You let out a little gasp, as he forced you back into kissing him fully. His hands rubbed on you, and placed a light smack on your ass. Pulling your shorts down, breaking the kiss to feel how wet you were.

“Soaking wet. Who did that to you?” he asked with a peeving smile on his lips, the answer to his rhetorical question was with a clear answer. You rolled your eyes at your silly boyfriend, wanting nothing more than for him to finish the game he started. He forced his digits between your lips, while his other hand peeled the last barrier between you and him off.

Fingers coated with your saliva, he brought them down to your wet pussy. Your hands flew to his shoulders in anticipation of the intrusion, his thick fingers stretching you out deliciously. You moans spilled out instinctively, as Johnny thought he could cum at the sound alone. He pressed to your sweet spot, the squelching noise echoing throughout the room. Your gasps were music to Johnny’s ear, the motivation that he needed to press further into you, opening you up even more for him.

“More, more, please I need more!” you whimpered out. Johnny put his hand on your waist to stop you from squirming, as he put his third finger inside your cunt. Your eyes shut at the feeling of his three digits curling inside you. Pressing your head closer to his neck, he brought his free hand down to your tit, rubbing your nipple in between his finger.

“M’so close!” You leaned farther into his neck, your back arching which prompted Johnny to press farther into you. Placing a kiss to his neck, your orgasm approached as your walls fluttered around his fingers. Johnny watched in fascination at your arousal kissing his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your pussy, slipping them inside his mouth. You looked up to giggle at him, seeing his eyes drunk on the taste of you.

#johnny suh smut #johnny seo smut #johnny smut #nct hard hours #donghyuck smut #nct hard thoughts #smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct johnny smut

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THE 7TH SENSE (2016) NCT U —#Happy6YearsWithNCT

#their absolute best!

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jaehyun ☓ ‘stick together’ (ep. 4)

bonus:

#a cat with a cat

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HOW 127 ARE IN BED

TAEIL

I think he is a dom, but in the guise of traditional standards. I don’t see him as a person to view sex as something that needs to have a complex role he needs to fill, but instead as a mean of pleasure for you and him. He is straight froward when he wants you, and he will do anything to get you with him when he is in the mood. He’s very gentle and respectful with you, wanting to finish you off before he can focus on himself. He likes to touch you, hold you tight, and kiss you whenever he can. He believes sex is intimate and for two people to participate in, so it’s not a complicated approach. He will make you feel so safe and good, you couldn’t ask for more from him.

JOHNNY

The soft dom of your dreams. He’s so kind and gentle with you, guiding you where he wants you, whispering in your ear what he has in plan for you. Loves placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheek, shoulder blades, wherever his lips can reach. Smoothing out your hair before the nastiest words spill from his mouth followed by his soft eyes looking down on you. He’s big and he knows it, but he treats you very well and praises you for taking his cock so well. He focuses a lot on you, hoping that you would do the same and take care of him. He’s very motivated by your moans and whimpers, and wants you to lose your mind over him. He is not strict over you as a dom, he just wants you purring over him.

TAEYONG

You are above him, not only mentally, but physically too. He wants to put you first, finding the most pleasure from pleasing you, just like any sub would. And you find it so endearing because his sweet, bright eyes turn him into this whiney man, giving you puppy-dog eyes constantly! I think he is slightly shy about sex, or is really repressing himself from fully expressing himself. I feel like he’s worried that you’re going to judge him for any of his possible kinks, and it takes him a little while to warm up. Once he feels comfortable, he will make you feel amazing. I have a feeling that he will really know what makes you tick, and can be so good at finishing you. I just have a slight feeling that he will really like being restrained so you can go to town on him too. Like the thought of you giving him a blowjob but he’s unable to touch you would be straight out of a fantasy for him. Sometimes you have to put a gag on him because he is just a little too loud...

YUTA

An obvious dom, but I don’t believe he is as extreme as many people make him out to be. The most he would do is restraints, but that is a rarer occasion. He likes to have you listening to him, taking exactly what he is willing to give you. He loves his hair being pulled. Heavy breaths in your ears, and the man will not hold back on moaning, normally when he’s close to coming, he’s at his loudest. Loves femininity, cute things like cute lingerie or cute little outfits. He loves the natural scent of pussy; it’s earthiness is one of his favorite tastes. Truly The Man to eat you out breakfast, lunch, dinner, and afternoon snack. He is not rough; he sets a good pace and his stroke game is perfect. An absolute dream!

DOYOUNG

A very giving lover. He gets off from your pleasure, and makes sure you feel good before he even considers himself. I think he would really like quickies, something where he can quickly finish you and him off. Extra bonus points if he has to do it very quietly because there might be someone else in the dorm. I also think he would be down whenever you are watching television, or driving around in a car, really any place outside of his bedroom. I think he would really get off on the idea that you guys could fuck just about anywhere. Despite this, I think he would be really respectful and considerate of you, so if you’re uncomfortable with an idea he has, he would back off instantly and apologize immediately! I think he’s very understanding on emotions and is quick to pick up what your dislikes and likes are.

JAEHYUN

Very chill in bed, much like his personality. I think he’s okay with taking control, but nothing to the level of being considered as a “dom” per se. I would say he’s kinda vanilla, but he’s quite rough when handling things, so he can be unknowingly aggressive. Not that there’s anything wrong with being vanilla, especially because you know that you’re going to be satisfied in the end. He strives for your pleasure before he thinks about himself. But he is expecting you to reciprocate back to him. Like if he gave you head, he would expect you to give him head back, that kind of situation. I think he’s collected, until you tell him that you want his cum to have a baby then, oh baby. this is when he intentionally releases the rougher side of him, the thought of filling you up with his cum is something that would get him going every day. I don’t think he’s super loud in bed, heavy breaths and he tries to hold his moans back. He would never say no to his princess if you ask to ride him, he just wants you to feel good in the end. That's what’s most important to him.

JUNGWOO

Somedays he’s very clingy, needy, and dare I say a little whiney. Other days he wakes up and knows exactly what he wants and makes you work for it. But above all, he’s very imaginative. He gets an idea in his head, and he wants you to act out his fantasy for him. I imagine him very vocal, voicing his opinion about what he thinks feels good, but also very loud in bed. Once you put him down, he unleashes a part of him that he can’t control. You make him feel good, why stop and not praise you for what you do to him?

MARK

100% a dom. He will not hold back, and is so easily aroused. Loves to choke and bite, but only, and if only, he has your consent. He's quite shy and reserved, almost like he’s slightly ashamed by that side of him. I think once you warm him up and he is comfortable, he gets really nasty. So shamelessly dirty, calling you nasty names that make you wet. Wants to hear you yelling his name out of mercy because he has you right at the palm of his hand. In between, he asks if you’re doing okay, very big on establishing safe words so he can understand where you’re mentally at. He knows he can get carried away while lost in the pleasure. Afterwards he reverts to his normal slightly shy and gawky self. You have to reassure him A LOT because he feels slightly embarrassed for unleashing that side of him. Aftercare might be more important for him than for you lol

HAECHAN

The very definition of a switch. He can be a mean and rough dom, or he can be the whiniest sub possible. There are so many sides to him, he loves how he can switch personas for sex. He needs constant change, bored of the same thing. Loves making a good show not just for you, but to others as well, leaving the door open for some of the audience to get a taste of what he does for you. A slight shameless exhibitionist. Just really good at knowing what you like, can get to know your body really well and surprise you with what might feel good. He often loves teetering the line of pain and pleasure for himself, new pleasures are always welcome for him. Loves to tease and loves to be teased back even more, he’s really playful.

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♡: don't make a sound

𖦹 masterlist.┊ wc: 1,5K.

𖦹 pairings: jaemin x f!reader.

𖦹 content: pwp, dom!jaem, corruption kink, dirty talk, exhibitionism, size kink, body worship, cockwarming, breeding kink, dacryphilia, pet names, praise and innocence kink, orgasm denial, hickeys, nipple play, dumbification, slight voyeurism.

𖦹 summary: your boyfriend wanted you to cockwarm him.

𖦹 request: “I’ve never done something like this before” + “Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?”

𖦹 note: thinking of writing a second part where jaemin lets one of the boys watch,,, let me know if i should!

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A loud whimper slipped from your lips as your eyes rolled back in your head. Jaemin’s hand quickly flew to cover your mouth, stifling the noises escaping you. His cock was buried all the way inside you as you sat on his lap on the couch, a blanket on top of you. Your panties were pulled to the side, and he would gently thrust into you at random times only to make you gasp and moan.

Just being stuffed with his cock made you lightheaded and, you wanted to ride him and grind against him, but he wouldn’t let you as his firm hands kept you still.

You tried to regulate your breathing when he placed soft kisses on your neck.

“Shh, be quiet,” he whispered, breathing hot air against the shell of your ear. “Don’t want the boys to hear how much of a slut you can be when you’re with me, do you?”

A warm sensation rushed down your spine and you shook your head vigorously against the hand covering your mouth, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. The fact you were doing something so risky was turning you on more than you could imagine. You knew the boys were just in their rooms and could walk in on you any second and, see you get used by their member.

Your innocence made his cock twitch - it was obvious you were scared of getting caught, but still, the thrill of being seen cockwarming your boyfriend excited you and made you even wetter. The risk of getting caught and the fun of being Jaemin’s dirty girl made your tight pussy walls clench around his cock. It drove him wild.

“You promise you’ll be quiet if I let go?” he chuckled a bit sadistically in your ear before he placed a kiss against it, teeth lightly grazing your earlobe.

Nodding again, weakly, his hand was gone and the fading sensation of his left palm left on your skin.

“Good girl…” he praised softly, squeezing and running his hands all over your body, squeezing your ass and thighs and occasionally rubbing your clit - just playing with you however he liked.

Jaemin couldn’t help but laugh at your sudden squeak when he smacked your ass before his hands found your waist. His breath caught in his throat when his fingers slipped up your shirt and made contact with your nipples, peeking under his fingers as he pinched them gently. He smirked when you arched your back at the pleasurable pain, his skilled fingers repeating the motion when you whimpered his name.

Biting your lip, you held back a moan when he lowered his head down to neck and began sucking at the skin there. His dick was hard, stiff and pulsing inside you and his hands prevented you from getting any sort of relief.

You arched your back, Jaemin barely having done anything when another helpless whimper came from you as you moaned shakily from feeling so full.

He offered you a stern look. “You promised.” Jaemin whispered quietly, trying to sound threatening but failing miserably, because the noises you made turned him on like crazy. You used be so cute and innocent before you got turned into such a sex craving cumslut, addicted to his cum. He couldn’t help but wonder what everyone would think if they knew just how much of a horny slut you were for him.

“S-sorry… I’ll be quiet I promise,” you whispered back as you started rutting your hips in a slow circle. You bucked your hips against him a few more times, earning a low growl from Jaemin before his strong hands gripped your waist, stilling you with a firm grip.

“Stay still.” He demanded through gritted teeth as you began to squirm. But you couldn’t. You were shaking uncontrollably under him, your tight pussy walls gripping and squeezing him as you creamed on him. Your felt your throat run dry as you dug your fingernails in his thighs, a low whimper of his name escaping your lips. “Don’t make a sound. Or I won’t let you cum.”

“Please-fuck, Jaemin, I won’t be able to take any more of this if you continue.”

Soon, a mischievous smirk was plastered on his lip as he started a slow pace into your pussy, carefully bucking his hips into you but not enough to reach your g-spot just to tease you and rile you up even more. “Oh but baby you can, and you will.”

He kept bucking his hips into you, repeating his actions seven more times, completely and utterly entertained by the way your hips chased after his, your arousal beginning to drip down your thighs and onto his.

“Shit…” he groaned, listening to the sounds of your wet pussy every time he bucked his hips into you. “You’re so fucking wet… does this turn you on? I never took my pretty girl for the exhibitionist type.”

“Mmmmmm yes feels so good-fuck, oh my god-ngh, Jaem- fuck ohmygodohmygod-,” you babbled as you eyes rolled back to the back of your head. He kept thrusting into you, his pace slow and torturous, until you were a mess of incoherent words, tears slipping down your face as you bit your lip harshly to make sure you didn’t make a sound. Just then, his hips stilled and he switched his demeanor, being gentle with you.

“Aww you good, baby?” He asked, feigning concern as he cracked an anticipatory smile while gripping your jaw to kiss the tears falling on your cheeks as you whimpered. “You’re so sensitive.”

“Fuck,” you cried out before you glanced up quickly, looking around to see if anyone heard you. “Uhm it’s just… I’ve never… done something like this before,” you stammered nervously, rutting your hips against his despite your words. You felt so needy, wanting him to rail you until you couldn’t tell your left from your right, but you knew he couldn’t. Not when the boys were around.

“And look at you now, taking my cock so well,” he cooed. “Holy fuck… Don’t you know what you’re doing to me? I bet my innocent pretty girl like being bad, hm?”

Now that he was balls deep in your wet cunt, Jaemin tried his best to resist the urge to buck his hips into yours and use you until he had pumped every single drop of his cum into you, breed your cunt and fuck it in deeper. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you right and have you walk around the house with his cum inside your pretty pussy.

But he knew he couldn’t.

Instead his lips attached to your jaw, kissing before licking a long stripe all the way down to the side of your neck, sucking harshly. Instantly, his thumb found your throbbing clit, beginning to tease it with well practiced motions that made your legs shake.

“Jaemin I cant-” you whimpered, clenching around him.

“Can’t what, baby? Are you already getting close?” He taunted, rubbing circles as you squirmed, gripping his hand trying to get him to stop.

A low moan escaped your throat despite you trying your best to suppress it when you looked back at Jaemin and saw him tipping his head back, slowly bucking his hips up shallowly as he moaned at the delicious drag of your wet heat while he lazily rubbed your clit, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

He spared you a lust filled look as he gazed up at you through hooded eyes. “I love watching your face when you fall apart around me. You’re so fucking pretty.”

When he felt your body clench and tense he stopped his ministrations and and silenced your cries with deep kiss after deep kiss.

“Please- baby, please,” you begged against his mouth, your bottom lip quivering. He was so big inside you, stretching you to your limit and it felt as if your walls could barely clench around him and yet they did everything – clamping, fluttering, clenching – that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Every nerve ending was on fire, your body hyperaware of everywhere he was pressed against you.

“What do you want, princess?” He teased.

“More,” you whimpered. “I want more.”

“Yeah? And what’s ‘more?’”

You felt your face growing hot as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, blushing as you stared at him. “Want you to make me cum.”

“Ride me,” he challenged with a smirk, leaning back in the couch before arching a perfect eyebrow, wondering if you were so horny and far gone that you would do something like that in a house full of his members. He knew he would cum so quick if you did. “I’m right here baby.”

You whimpered, your hips desperately pushing to meet his before you began riding him for all he was worth, like you were made for it. You choked on a gasp when Jaemin’s hands began guiding your hips, looking back to take in every one of his reactions - his groans, his gasps, his shaky moans…

“Shit, you look so fucking good like this, y/n. Riding my dick like you can't get enough.”

And just like that, you were giving in to the lust and crumbling into a moaning mess right in front of the person you loved the most. In a house full of his members, yet you didn’t care. That was until you heard footsteps coming down the hall, causing you to curse and quickly stop your ministrations.

#fic recs #well damn..

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🧼🐱.

#johnny #😇😇😇

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focus | ldh

pairing: haechan x afab!reader

genre: smut

word count: 324

saying "hyuckie" in that whiny voice of yours when he's eating you out always gets him going. he thinks that he should be used to it now, considering how often it happens. but you suppose the same could be said for you. no matter how many times he dips his tongue between your legs, the word still manages to slip away between the sounds of his lapping.

it's just too good.

when you feel the soft suction of his lips against your most sensitive skin, a shiver runs down your spine. his fingers play you like perfectly, eliciting the most delectable noises from your lips. he knows which nipple to roll between his fingertips, which side of your hips to hold down, and which angle to brush with the tip of his tongue. he knows you like when he spits on your cunt. you like aggression and intimacy, the way it feels already having some of him inside of you. his voice, his smell, his motions. they all make you dizzy with pleasure, with broken cries only egging him on.

when he hears the defeat in your voice — the broken down brattiness of his beloved — he feels a surge rush through his veins. a sense of pride swells his ego and his cock. you haven't even cum yet and you're already so pliable. he'd never admit it to you but he's just as wrapped around your finger as you are his. he knows you so well because all he can ever focus on is you. always determined to find the right pitch that lets him know that you're close. the trembling legs, the hips jutting forward, the clenched hands, all signs that he's done his job. and there's nothing that pleases him more than your pleasure. because he swears he can get off at the sight and sound and smell of you — his pretty little fucked out slut, always eager for more.

#!!!!!!#jjc recs

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laundry day | s. johnny

synopsis — after a long week of work and other obligations, it's finally laundry day in your household. donning your least appealing clothing, you're ready to take on a day of washing, drying, and folding clothes. johnny, as always, has a way to derail your plans.

genre — established relationship, smut (minors do not interact)

pairing — johnny suh/afab!reader

warnings — language, gendered terms ("pretty," "pretty little housewife"), sexual themes (soft dom!johnny, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink, cum play, thigh riding, dumbification, creampie)

word count — 2.7k

johnny splits his time between the nct dorm and your apartment not far away. as a grown man, it only makes sense for him to want his own space away from it, somewhere that belongs solely to him. he never announces when he's staying the night or when he's coming over.

and you've never really cared, never told him to let you know because it doesn't bother you. johnny's been with you for years and this apartment is just as much his as it is yours. you want it to feel like a second home for him because it is — he has drawers in your dresser, a side of the closet just for him, hygiene products on his own little ledge in your shower, snacks and drinks in your kitchen that you keep stocked just for him, just in case.

he brings so much light and warmth into your apartment, and you're glad that you get to share it with him most of the week. it just doesn't feel the same when he's not there, when he's opted to spend the night at the dorm with his boys. even then, it doesn't bother you because that's his home as much as your apartment is. plus, you get him most of the week anyways, so it's not all that of a big deal to you.

a byproduct, though, of johnny's part time residence in your apartment is his clothes, which you've always been a little jealous of. he always dresses so stylishly and knows fashion like it's second nature. maybe he doesn't mean to, maybe he doesn't even realize it, but he generates a lot of dirty laundry. between sweaty workout clothes, every day outfits, pajamas, and otherwise... soiled clothes, johnny is the biggest culprit in why your laundry basket is almost always full.

it doesn't annoy you so much as it means you have to make a full day out of doing laundry. in fact, you enjoy taking care of his laundry to an extent because it feels like an extension of taking care of him directly. he's not always around for you to worry about; you aren't always the one making sure he's getting enough sleep or drinking enough water or eating enough food. you are always the one, outside of himself, who does his laundry and he can always count on coming home to his dresser drawers and closet rack renewed with freshly washed clothes.

today is no different. it's closing in on eleven in the morning on a sunday, which is designated as your weekly clean up day. you've just finished putting together your to do list and tacking it to the fridge, dead set on getting a head start on laundry. it's always easier that way: pop the first load of laundry into the washing machine and work on other chores, rinse, repeat.

it's been a busy week for you and you're completely out of clothes, not including the clothes you never wear: worn out t-shirts and workout shorts that are a little too short for your liking. these outfits are reserved specifically for days like these when you have nothing else to wear.

donning a pair of raggy athletic shorts, one of johnny's old novelty shirts from chicago, and your house slippers, you gather up all of the laundry you can find in your apartment and sort it out. starting with the largest group of clothes, you toss them into the washing machine with detergent and fabric softener before getting on with the other tasks on your list.

you're halfway through your laundry, switching loads out, when you hear the front door open and close.

"johnny?" you call out, still bent over the now-closed washer, messing with the settings.

"hey," he responds in greeting. you can hear him setting his things down in the living room before he makes his way to the little utility room next to the bathroom where your washer and dryer reside. he's greeted with quite the sight and his mouth waters. it's such a simple thing, you bent over a surface, but as his eyes travel down your body, he takes in your outfit and it's impossible to not get hard in his jeans.

you finish with the machine settings, pressing the start cycle button and stand, turning on your heel. you startle a bit when you realize that johnny's standing in the doorway. he laughs a little bit and crosses the space between you, taking your face in his hands to kiss you.

"scared the shit out of me," you mutter against his lips, your fingers curling loosely into his shirt at his sides, knuckles brushing against his waist through the thin fabric.

"my bad," he answers, smiling a bit.

he's gentle with you like this, but it contrasts greatly with the way he uses his hands and body to press you back into the running washing machine. his palms feel scorching against your skin as his kisses get deeper, hotter. as he slots his thigh between your own, you can feel the press of his hard cock against your leg and you gasp at the harsh rub of denim against bare skin.

"looked so hot bent over the washing machine like that," johnny says, pressing his thigh up against your clothed core. "gonna let me bend you over it again?"

you nod feverishly, letting yourself grind down against his thigh. the drag of your cunt against his jeans, the hard press of his leg against your clit is perfect. he doesn't even need so say anything, doesn't need to direct you because this is routine: you get off on his thigh without help and he'll take care of you later.

johnny smiles down at you as you work yourself back and forth across his leg. he flexes his muscles to give you a little bit of assistance. otherwise, he keeps his hands off of any part of you that isn't brushing your hair back or pulling your face in to kiss you. it takes a while, but finally, you can feel the pit of your stomach tightening and you whimper, your fingers curling hard against his shoulders.

"gonna come," you whine, panting out small breaths and your head falls forward. your forehead presses against his shoulder as you continue to work your way to your high, wanting nothing more than to let your release wash over you.

"come on then, pretty," johnny coos, one of his hands pushing your head back so he can look you in the eyes. his thumb traces soft lines across your cheek bone as he smiles down at you. "come on, you can do it."

with a few more well-timed flexes, your boyfriend has you coming undone on his thigh, leaving you a breathless, whimpering mess. your thighs are shaking with the effort of keeping yourself upright and your fingers are flexing out the tension of gripping johnny's shirt so tightly.

"did so well for me," he says, pulling you into a kiss. with your lips locked, his hands move to help you out of your bottoms — he can't bring himself to take your shirt off; he loves the way you look in his clothes too much.

once you're finally stripped to his wants, he breaks the kiss, feeling himself melt at the way you gaze up at him with big doe eyes, looking so small and innocent for him, dwarfed by his height and the bagginess of his shirt on you. his fingers smooth comforting circles into your hips as he turns you around gently and pushes you to bend over the washing machine.

"gonna take such good care of you, baby," he says, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders. "promise."

you nod against the cool metal, biting at your bottom lip, and listen as he unfastens his belt, the shuffle of fabric against skin as he pulls down his jeans and boxers. you spare a glance back to watch him and you nearly cream again when he uses two of his fingers to collect some of your cum dripping down your thighs before using it to coat his cock, which is red and leaking pearly white precum.

johnny slaps his cock, aching and dripping, against your clit, chuckling when you let out little whimpers for him. "ready for me? hm?"

with a breathy yes and another nod, he slides the tip of his dick to your entrance and starts pushing in. he relishes in the way your fingernails scratch uselessly on the top of the washer and the shiver that visibly runs down your spine. he loves the way you react so physically to him because you can't deny how much of an effect he has on you; if you try, all he has to do is remind you of the way your body responds to him.

once he's bottomed out and feels you've adjusted enough, he starts thrusting into you, deep and quick. already, he's got you gasping for air as you brace yourself against the washing machine. every moan that comes out of you rattles as he pulls your hips back to meet him. just when you think this is what this session is gonna look like, he sends you fucking reeling the second he leans over you to let you hear every noise and word coming out of his mouth.

"wasn't lyin'," he grunts, fingers likely pressing bruises into your skin. "when i said you looked hot bent over the washer earlier. wanted to break you so bad for me."

all you can manage is a high registered whine of his name and your broken, pathetic little moans and whimpers. he knows you too well, which buttons to press to have you keening for him like this.

"wanna know what i thought?" he questions. even though it's rhetorical, you nod, gasping a yes. "yeah? thought you looked like my pretty little housewife, doing my laundry while wearing my clothes."

you clench involuntarily around his cock, which is your first mistake because you know that he noticed. you know that he's going to use it against you, to tease you and make you whine, but at this point, you're too gone to care. you're too drunk on his cock pistoning in and out of your and too busy trying to take in his words. nothing else matters but that.

"you like that idea? wanna be my little wife i come home to and fuck just like this? bend you over wherever i want and fuck you until you're stupid just. like. this?" he questions again, voice deep and grainy, rough with the effort of fucking into you so hard.

you clench around him again, moan his name. you can feel him smile against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. he pulls away and his warmth leaves your back, making you whimper at the loss. it's shortlived though when he pulls you up, your back pressed seamlessly to his chest, one arm wrapping tightly around your waist and his other free hand coming down to rub at your clit.

"maybe i should fuck you full of my kids too? you think?"

it's a line he's fed you plenty of times when he's blowing your back out, but something about it this time when he's been talking about making his pretty little housewife? it's devastating you in a way he's never done before and you want to cry.

"give you a reason to stay home and wait for me. plus you'd look so pretty all pregnant with my baby."

all of his words are going straight through you, liquid electricity in your veins. you turn your head and crane back, reaching your hand up to pull his lips into yours, kissing him messily.

"please," you whimper into his mouth. "please, johnny."

they're the only words you can think of, but johnny, in all of his mercy, smiles against your lips.

"since you asked so nicely, i'll give you what you want. don't worry."

with no warning, he bends you back over the washing machine and sets an absolutely brutal pace. he's hitting so deep that you can practically feel him in your stomach and it makes your mind spin. at this point, not one single coherent word leaves your lips. you can't even start to think of something to say because he's driving every thought from your mind.

"gonna come?" johnny asks, his fingers not relenting in their assault on your clit. when you nod, he laughs, pressing harder on your little bundle of nerves. "come on, then. cream my cock and i'll give you exactly what you want? yeah?"

it takes next to nothing to get you coming around him. he's been driving his dick so well into you, angling his thrusts perfectly to get you where you need to be, to get that string inside you to snap. your orgasm rushes through you, leaving you a trembling, whimpering mess.

johnny doesn't say anything, doesn't offer you any words of praise. he's too focused on driving himself to come that he's pushing you into overstimulation, but you don't really care all that much. he's promised you that he's gonna give you what you want and every coherent thought you can manage is on that instead.

finally, he's groaning out, thrusting weakly into you as he fills you with his cum. you feel so full in the best way possible, addicted to the way he makes you feel completely like this in a way nobody ever has and ever will. he leans back over you, one hand rubbing comforting shapes across your stomach and the other finding your own, intertwining your fingers. he presses gentle kisses across your shoulder.

"did so well," he mutters into your skin, still breathless. "did so good for me. thank you."

you spend what feels like hours in this position, johnny's cock plugging you full of his cum, his forehead hot against your shoulder. you wouldn't trade any of it for the world if you had to be honest.

your boyfriend finally breaks the silence, tucking his chin over your shoulder to look at you as best he can. "want me to run you a bath?"

you nod, smiling at him when he presses his forehead against yours before he stands, pulling himself out of you and pulling up his pants. he lifts you effortlessly into his arms and carries you to the bathroom to set you on the counter before turning on the bath faucet and running to get you both a change of clothes.

once he's certain the water is warm enough, he helps you into the bath and makes sure you don't need anything else immediately. he kneels by the side of the tub, brushing hair away from your forehead.

"any chores i can do while you relax?" he questions, gazing at you with those soft, doe-like brown eyes of his.

you shake your head at him and smile. "no, it's okay. i can handle it. thank you."

silence falls over you again and you close your eyes, sinking into the warm embrace of your soapy bath water. you can still feel johnny's fingers on your forehead and then in your hair, carding through and untangling strands.

"hey, johnny?" you say without opening your eyes.

his fingers don't falter even a little bit, not the slightest fazed when he answers with a quiet "hmm?"

"did you mean it?" you ask, leaning into his touch a little bit. "what you said about making me your wife, i mean."

even that doesn't get him like you thought it would. you can hear his sweater shift as he shrugs his shoulders and the smile in his voice when he speaks again.

"yeah. not today, obviously, but eventually," he answers honestly, scratching his fingernails across your scalp gently. "don't ever want to come home to anybody but you."

you smile at that, nod a bit, let yourself get lost in the heat of the water, soothing the bruises and aches in your joints left in johnny's wake. maybe it's not a conversation for right now, but it's definitely a conversation for later. and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it all before. after all, while your apartment is johnny's second home, johnny is your second home.

#yooo #the absolute dream #jjc recs

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jaehyun ♡ mark [special live] analog trip NCT 127

#SO cute

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johnjaecity · 2 years

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-- ALONE WITH YOU --

pairing: yuta nakamoto x reader warnings: 18+ only, smut, no plot, free use, spanking, and dirty talk

You felt drool pool out of your mouth during your attempts of inhaling. Breathing was difficult, as all you could do was sob into the pillow, holding on for dear life. Your skin was hot to the touch, every nerve on high alert from the harsh grip on your body.

“Shhh,” muttered out Yuta, pushing your head further into the pillow. His thrusts in your drippy pussy were fervent due to his attempts at finding his end. Your gasps got louder as he pushed deeper into you, his pace erratic, proving difficult for you not to react.

It was exactly what Yuta needed at this moment. As an introvert, he finds enormous value in his alone time. The few hours of a day where he can lay in silence were one of the best parts of his day. He may watch a movie, take a nap, jerk off, or scroll on Instagram. Whatever seems to be suitable for his day, he chooses that activity and indulges in it as a way for him to recuperate energy. It’s something he looks forward to, especially since he is constantly socializing with others for his job.

Even if Yuta liked to jerk off for his enjoyment and his alone time, his hand was nothing compared to your little paradise of a pussy. The soppy walls that hugged him were enough for him to make accommodations for you to fit in his “time alone”. When Yuta proponed an invitation for you to join him on his time, confusion arose from you. It wasn’t until you were placed head down and told not to make any sound or movements until he came, was when things started to make sense. And so, you did. You placed your head down, holding whatever you could grasp for dear life, expecting the abrasiveness of his thrusts.

Hearing your muffled moans stirs Yuta forward, his body reacting with the pleasure. Even if he asked you to be as silent as possible, the way he fucks into you makes it hard for your moans to tumble out. He watches the sweat accumulate on your upper back, giving your body a sheen. He felt the sweat on his face begin to drip, noting how warm his room was. But it wasn’t the sweat that made him feel dirty, but instead the predicament he put himself in that stirred his will. Yuta could see how one would feel guilty for the entire thing, placing their beautiful girl down and taking advantage of a girl so willing to be used as a hole for him.

“F-fuck, you’re taking me so good.” Yuta uttered out, surprising himself with his tone of voice. He felt your cunt flutter around him, as he tilted his head back and let out to groan out another curse. He soon began to pound into you from a new angle, the sloshy sounds from your pussy amplified. If you were having difficulties hiding your cries before, there was no doubt you couldn’t handle yourself now. Your legs helplessly began to shake around him.

You felt a hand attempt to sooth your shaky leg by placing it on your inner thigh, rubbing up and down. “My cock sleeve is doing so well for me.” he laughed out, a wicked smile on his face. He moved his hand higher up your thigh, moving closer to your neglected clit. You whimpered out, hoping that he would somehow change his mind and let you have a taste of his love on you. Instead, he removed it, and returned his hand to your hips.

“F-fuck,” he moaned out again, feeling chills send down his spine. He felt that he was almost spilling over the edge, caught in the desire of you baring yourself out for him. He began thinking about how his day went, your little moans providing as background noise. He looked down to see the way you two were meeting, looking at the creamy mess on his cock. He began to think about what he wanted to do when he finally came, until he heard you whimper.

“’M-m g-gonna...” you began to whisper out, as Yuta felt your walls fluttering around his cock. Both your legs began shaking, as your toes curled in pleasure. You couldn’t help yourself, the thought alone of him treating you as an object to fuel his needs was enough to send you over the edge. He made you cum with no touches on your clit or nipples, just his cock pressing the sweet spot inside you. It was truly humiliating. You teared up, partly from overstimulation, but mainly from embarrassment. You held onto the pillow, using it now as a shield to hide yourself from Yuta as you felt his thrusts behind lose their rhythm.

Yuta couldn’t help but let out a groan. He was shocked, entirely because he didn’t envision you falling apart on his cock when he was using you for his own pleasure. He could feel you were still quivering around him, squirming from the overstimulation. He looked down at you, shaking all because of his cock. His brain was full of thoughts of you, the way your back arched and the mewls you were letting out. He saw you were hiding yourself from him, knowing that you were caught in something he told you not to do. He began to chuckle to himself, knowing that he should be upset with you. All he asked you to be for him was his special little fleshlight, the means for him to reach his end. But seeing you lose yourself over him was enough for Yuta to create a little leeway on the rules he originally set for you. Just for this one time.

“Wouldn’t have expected that from you,” he said, mainly to himself, moving his hand down to your little pussy. He gave it a gentle little flick, knowing that you were likely particularly overstimulated from your orgasm. He them gave it a quick little slap, listening to you react with louder whimpers. Your hair was sprawled out on the bedsheets, the only visual indication he had of the mess he made of you besides your abused pussy leaking our despair. Yuta started moving his hips faster, wanting to finally finish himself off as his breaths started becoming shakier.

“I need my cock sleeve to be quiet for me,” he began again, focusing on his orgasm, replaying the past few minutes in his head. He still felt slightly guilty for using you like this, but if anything, you coming unannounced on his cock was fueling him instead. He thought about the way you were clenching around him, trying to be his good girl by allowing him to use you like a hole. He looked down again to see where your bodies connected, feeling your cream now slowly side down your thighs and onto his balls. He pinched your clit, warranting an unwelcome gasp by you. He felt your pussy pulsate around him, as he began to strive deeper and deeper into your paradise. He was about to teeter over his edge until he heard your whimpers getting louder, the pillow now misplaced from covering your face to you attempting to bite it to keep your sounds down. Your abused pussy was leaking out of despair, as your mewls began to increase from his force.

Yuta lost his focus, especially since you were being a little too loud for his liking. He pulled you up by your hair, and took a look at the state he was leaving you in. Just from you bouncing on his cock, your lip was puffy from attempts to conceal moans, drool spilling out the side of your mouth and tears kissing your cheeks. Feeling sympathetic, he gave a soft kiss to your forehead, a stark contrast from how he was prodding your cunt with his dick.

You looked at him, wanting to kiss his bitten lips and meld yourself onto him. You wanted to feel him, to hear his sweet nothings. You wanted his warm hands smooth over your pert nipples and place soft kisses on your neck and shoulders. He was so loving with you, smoothing your hair and calling you pretty names, all of which made your pussy ache and flutter from love. The only devious thing about him was how he fucked you, strong strokes that made your cheeks go red from the squelching noises and his balls slapping your clit. The contrast from his pretty words for you to his thrust made him so addicting. He loved to call you his greedy girl, always wanting more praises in your ear while he took crude lunges in your cunt.

“Y-Yuta...” you whispered out, testing the waters. His eyes softened at you calling his name, a small smile overtaking his features. He pursed his lips to send you a small kiss through the air, before gently putting you back down in the same position you were before. He slightly adjusted your legs, and gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, granting him access to look at your face.

“Once I cum, I will give you all the kisses in word, okay?” he asked you gently, pumping his cock. You nodded your head yes, as he lastly reminded you, “You just need to be quiet.”

You closed your eyes in anticipation, groaning from the stretch despite his relentless plunges on your pussy from earlier. His pace started to pick up, forcing you to hold onto anything you could get your hands on. The small whimpers started to tumble from your mouth again, but Yuta’s eyes were shut in concentration. You started clenching around him, hoping to push him closer to his orgasm. His breathing was shaky, releasing little groans. You felt him slightly twitch inside of you, before he pulled himself out of you, watching your pussy clench around nothing. He started cursing to himself as he pumped himself again, looking at you with pleasure on his face as he finally came, releasing his sticky liquid all over your back.

Yuta admired you once again, your red cheeks puffy from holding your breaths. He began catching his breath, rubbing the red fingerprints he left on your hips. He admired his cum on your upper back, the product of his time alone. He scooped a small amount on his fingertips, leaning forward and shoving his fingers in your mouth, letting you taste him. His salty taste filled your senses, forcing you to lift yourself up and removing his fingers from your mouth. You grabbed Yuta’s face, forcing him to lock lips with you to have him taste himself from your tongue.

With a quick smack on your ass, you felt him smile into the kiss. “You filthy fucking girl,” he whispered to you after pulling away.

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johnjaecity · 2 years

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tease

18+ only

warnings: jeong jaehyun, 18+ only, thigh riding, dry humping, mentions of fellatio, and spanking

Jaehyun was a notorious tease, so good, sometimes he doesn't even realize his actions have that effect on you. But when you crawled up to him clad only in underwear when he was watching a video on his phone, that's when he knew he did it again. He was frankly a little annoyed by your attempt at interrupting his alone time.

"M'watching something." He mumbled out when you asked him what he was doing. But it wasn't the answered that you wanted.

If Jaehyun was a notorious tease, then you were a notorious mischief. You tugged on his arm to see if he would turn his attention from his phone to you, but he lightly pushed your hand away. The only thing you could do was groan. In your defense, he laid there so perfectly, head propped by his pillows with one arm tucked behind his head as he had just taken a shower and threw on a pair of bottoms before laying on his bed. You ran your finger from the hand supporting his phone down his arm, following with his toned chest, and finally to his supple thighs. You gave his upper thighs a little squeeze, while trying to make eye contact with him. He looked so inviting you couldn’t help but want to jump his bones.

"Baby, stop. I wanna finish this." The little bit of attention that he gave you caused you to crack a little smile. “Mmm,” You hummed out, resting your head on his chest, listening to the heartbeat, savoring the minimal love he was giving you. After a few minutes, you lifted your head and positioned yourself over him by straddling the left thigh you were running your finger over earlier.

You ran your hands through his chest admiring the man in front of you. His skin is warm under your touch, as you feel the soft material of his pajama bottoms on your legs. You feel the warmth from him on your thighs, aiding your notice to your buildup of arousal. Taking a precautious measure, you slightly move your hips, pressing your palms flat on his skin. Jaehyun almost gave himself whiplash, removing his eye from his video to look at you.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks. Taking his question as a confirmation to continue, you looked him in the eye and began to grind on his thigh. His phone is tilted to the side in order to look at the beginning of a mess that you were about to create on him. "I'm entertaining myself, you can continue with what you were watching," you said while sliding the arm holding his phone back to its original position, hiding yourself from view.

Jaehyun places one of his hands on your hips when he starts hearing heavy breaths falling from your slightly parted lips. He began to feel a small bit of wetness accumulate on his pants. All he could do was groan from facing the realization that he lost from your little game. He placed his other hand on your thigh, where he began to guide you in properly grinding on his thigh. He begins to bite his lip to hold back his moans when he felt your knee slightly grinding on his dick as a result of your movements. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned out, admiring the feeling of attention on his cock. Leaning down, you press your lips on his collarbones, caressing his chest underneath. You moved your lips up to his neck as he let go of his lower lip to release some of his groans. He noticed that your little moans were beginning to pick up in volume, as he began to feel your creaminess on his thighs began to grow.

"Fuck, just take these off," he quickly utters out as he uses his hands to lift you off his thighs to remove your panties. He pulls them down from where your wet pussy was rubbing against him, collecting some of your essence on his fingers. He haphazardly removed them from you, letting them hang across your left ankle before plopping you back down on your new home on his thighs. He made eye contact with you while he licked your taste from his fingers. The purposeful groan he let out to tease caused you to roll your eyes at him. Placing your hands on either side of his chest, you pulled his fingers out of his mouth to shut him up by kissing him. His hands went back to your hips, replaying your rocking motion on his thighs. Your knee was at a higher position this time, proving more stimulation on his cock, which was fully hard at this point. You pulled away from his lips to breath, becoming lightheaded from the pleasure.

Jaehyun began took your hand into his, teasing himself by sliding it down his torso and onto his bulge. Jaehyun began to close his eyes and envelope in the pleasure from your hand rubbing on his cock. You matched your hand movements on his clothed dick with the rhythm he was creating for you on your clit. “Can’ I just jerk you off?” you managed to mumble out, wondering why he unwilling wanted to bare his pretty pink cock out for you. “You don’ deserve my cock yet, pretty girl,” he laughed out, knowing that you would beg him to sit on his pretty dick, and he found it very hard to say no to you.

The bottoms he wore provided a more delicious rub on your pussy than your panties, and you were beginning to feel your end build up. "P-please... please, need more." You muttered out, bringing your hand that was not busy messing with Jaehyun's bulge up to your breasts still covered by your bra. You reached out and tried to pull one of your tits out, but your hand was slapped away by him as he released his hands from your hips to unclasp your bra. He began to place small kisses around your chest, purposefully avoiding your nipples. You mewled out his name in hopes of him to quit his teasing, until he finally wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. He began to move his tongue skillfully around, biting and pulling around your sensitive buds as your moans got louder. Your movements on his dick slowed in order to rub your drippy pussy harder on his thighs harder, much to his disdain. Instantly, you felt a loud smack on your ass. The harsh feeling felt so good, you could only moan out, "Fuck, do that again."

As punishment, he held onto your hips in order to lift you off his thighs as he said "I didn't ask you to stop. Start rubbing me again." You cried out in lost pleasure as he led you to rub his cock again, but you tried to relieve your neglected pussy by grinding your hips in the air. "You horny girl," he said while laughing at your, forcing you to continue your assault on his clothed dick. You looked at him with wide eyes, hoping to convince him to let you back on his thighs again.

You moaned out from the smack on your ass from his other hand before sitting you back on his thighs. His fingerprints on your hips left you pink marks; the harshness caused by his desire to prevent you from practically humping his thigh like a horny teenager. He took your nipple back in his mouth, the pleasure in your stomach building up again.

Jaehyun felt the crudeness of the entire situation. He wished he was able to capture this moment in a photograph, his girl whimpering on his thigh with her tit in his mouth, and her hand rubbing his cock in the most perfect way imaginable. He, too, felt like a horny teenager who couldn't control himself. He wishes he could live in this moment forever, lost in the pleasure of primal want and desire. As much as he tried, he couldn't hold back the moans that were tumbling out of his mouth. His warm breath on your buds was your pushing point, as you started to whimper out that you were close.

"J-Jaehyun, please, I'm so close." Your chest was heaving as you felt the end approaching. He took his other from assisting you on rubbing his dick to pinch your other neglected bud, pushing you over the edge. You pressed your bare chest into him, feeling the warmth overtake your lower belly. "Mm it's s'good", you cried out, pressing your rubbed out clit even more on his thigh. He looked up to find your eyes lost in your orgasm, your breasts heaving. He continued to lick your nipples until you rubbed his hair to stop.

He then reached for his cock from his pants, and began to stroke himself, lips holding back moans. You leaned down to kiss him, bringing your hands to his heavy dick. A small amount of spilled precum stained your fingers.

“Are you gonna be a good girl by finishing me off in your mouth?”

#thank u so much for 700+ 💖💖💖

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