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mulloey · 12 days

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inhibitions • kys

warnings: bdsm club au, talk of bdsm (duh), training, whipping etc. dom yeosang proposing a dynamic a bit too quickly but good intentions

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Your eyes are closed and you’ve nearly chewed through your lip, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Whichever way you sit there always seems to be something jabbing into you somewhere, reminding you of how painfully out of place you are here. You’re not going to find a way to fit in and you’re not going to find a way to sit comfortably. This is the complete wrong place for you, it’s too loud, too crowded, everyone is too familiar with each other— already acquainted, already comfortable and there’s no room for you, no need for you. You’re about to stand up and bolt, or black out, when a hand on your shoulder jolts you awake.

“Hey,” a voice says. It’s pretty, you notice. Deep. “Are you okay?”

“What?” You blurt louder than you mean to, but luckily the noise and, well, entertainment of this place has the other patrons’ attention elsewhere. Heat flooding your cheeks, you stare down at your hands, desperate not to meet the eyes you feel on you. You've already embarrassed yourself and coming to the club is starting to feel like a big mistake. You were naïve to think the atmosphere of a place like this could be portrayed through grainy, recycled twitter porn, and now you’re in too deep. But you swore you’d stick this out and you still haven’t answered the man’s question. “Yeah,” you say finally. “I’m fine.”

You wave him away weakly, embarrassed, but he makes no move to leave, instead taking a seat next to you. His hand ends up laying next to yours and, like his voice, it’s pretty. It looks soft. He must be beautiful.

He sits quietly for a few minutes — or maybe it was seconds, who knows, everything’s a blur in here — before turning to you. “You won’t look up from the bar,” he says. “That doesn’t seem fine. Why?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “I—”

“You’ll need to speak up,” he says, cutting you short. You want to be annoyed but you can’t help but feel like you’ve just been saved. Whatever. “It’s noisy in here.”

“I don’t know,” you say, louder this time. “You just— I’m nervous. I’m already sort of scared being here and I’m worried you might be… a bit beautiful.” The last word is whispered, shameful. You don't know why you said it.

His laugh is loud but he doesn’t seem to be laughing at you, because you don't feel embarrassed or anything and it doesn’t sound mocking. He’s just genuinely amused by you. And, you dare to think, maybe even curious. “Find out,” he says softly, so you do.

Damn this man, is your next thought, damn him straight to hell. He is beautiful, beyond beautiful, and not in the way you’d expected, both based on his voice and on the sleazy, forbidden atmosphere of this club. He doesn’t belong here. He’s too… angelic.

You realise too late that you haven’t said anything in a while, just sat there gaping at him like some kind of idiot, and feel your face reddening.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m staring at you. I just… you don’t look like the type to be here.”

“Neither do you,” he points out and he’s right. Neither of you, young and admittedly quite attractive, look like you’d be in a borderline sex club.

“Then why are you here?” You ask.

He flashes another small smile at you. “I work here.”

You can’t help the look that crosses your face, though he seems to take no offence by it. He must see it a lot, because by the looks of him, he’d be more suited working as a model, or an idol or something. Not in a BDSM club. Not in a place where ‘working’ can mean being tied up and dominated in front of a crowd.

“In what…capacity?” You ask as delicately as you can.

He knows what you’re getting at. “Don’t worry. They don’t chain me to the ceiling and whip me in front of everyone,” he chuckles. You give a small laugh, feeling yourself starting to loosen up, but the next sentence isn’t so funny. “It tends to be the other way around.”

Oh Christ. Oh Jesus Christ no. You nearly choke on air, because the idea of such an attractive, well-spoken, perfect seeming man working at a place like this, especially in such a… central role, is a little thrilling. Images of him up on that stage, dark and dangerous with a whip in his hand, fill your mind before you can stop it and to your ire, you can’t help but see yourself as the one at his mercy, chained up and taking strikes while the whole club watches. Wow. This man is bad for you.

But it fits him, you think. You imagine he must make a very good dominant, if only based on how meek you feel next to him, and the desire bubbling within you to do what he says, to obey and submit to him. He must be pretty popular here.

“I am,” he laughs when you ask him. “It seems dickish to say it but sometimes they queue for me. ‘S’why I have them book in advance now.”

You want to laugh at him, want desperately not to believe him, but the thought of people lining up to obey this man is frighteningly realistic. And what’s worse — the faces in that hypothetical line look a lot like you.

“So no chance for me tonight then?” You ask with a laugh. “I’m crushed,” you say, and you only kind of mean it.

“Actually, I’m not officially working tonight,” he says, and you dare to perk up a little. “The bookings are normally for my paid services, but on a leisurely basis I can play with whoever I want.”

You jolt. He can play with whoever he wants. Play. You like that word, like the way it sounds on his tongue. Play. He plays with people. You want him to play with you too.

“Would you play with me?” You ask, forcing the words out before you can second guess yourself. “Leisurely?”

He laughs a little but his eyes are serious. “I would.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” he says. “But I’ll take a guess that you’re fairly new to this, so I couldn’t do as much as I’d like to today.”

You just nod, trying not to feel too disappointed because you know this is a good sign, the sign of a responsible dominant, and there’s plenty of fun to be had without ropes and whips and gags. Just not as much. “Yeah, that’s fine,” you say. “I understand.”

He stares at you for a second, amused. “You don’t want that though, do you?”

“You know I don’t.”

“Me neither. So let’s strike a deal.”

A deal — you like the sound of that. You nod, bidding him to continue, desperate to hear what he has to say.

“Be mine,” he says, voice low. “On a trial basis. Let me train you. Let me show you what it means to submit. To be owned.”

His words are dizzying and you blank for a second. You already knew what he was getting at but to hear him say it, make the offer so directly, takes you aback. You hope you get used to his forwardness, but for now you’re fine to sit in shock over this beautiful man saying he wants to train you. Like some sort of animal.

You remember the summer in high school when you worked as a dog trainer — teaching the puppies how to behave, showing them commands, rewarding them for completing tasks. And you know the image of you as the dog, being talked down to and conditioned by a man, should be, is demeaning, backwards even, but the feeling low in your stomach betrays you. You want this.

“You’ll train me,” you breathe, needing confirmation.

“I will,” he nods. “If you want me to. Let’s try it out. I know I can make you the perfect pet.”

A rushing sense of pride fills you at his words and you almost feel guilty for it but fuck your moral compass, this is what you need. You’re going to be the best pet for him, and he’s going to take care of you. He’s going to own you.

He doesn’t say anything while you think, watching the gears turn in your head.

“So you’ll be my…dom?” You nearly spit out the last word; it sounds awkward and foreign on your tongue, like you shouldn’t be saying it, shouldn’t even be thinking it. How he can say words like train, submit, pet with the casualness of someone talking about the weather, you have no idea. Maybe that’s why he’s a dom, and you’d be the…sub. You’d be his sub. Fuck.

He nods. “Is that what you want?”

Yes. God yes. You can’t get the words out fast enough. He holds out a hand for you to shake and you realise then that you haven’t even introduced yourself. Talk about getting ahead. Embarrassed again, you mumble your name and he repeats it as if it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

“I’m Yeosang,” he says. “Welcome to my world.”

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i’m alive, life is kicking my ass lately. i might make this a series but its pretty rough. reblog & comment if u enjoyed :) love🖤

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez x reader #yeosang smut

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mulloey · 4 months

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can’t stop won’t stop • minsung

warnings: jisung centric, hard dom jisung (say whaaaaat), minho is lowkey a voyeur in this, degradation, name calling, impact, mentioned orgasm denial, overstimulation, you can’t take it towards the end but you have a safeword, punishment

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You’ve fucked up, badly. The moment Jisung told you he isn’t feeling very submissive tonight, you should have known to behave, aware that two dominants versus one brat isn’t a fight you’d win, but you kept pushing. Even when Minho warned you the first time, ordering you to stay still as he pushed into you, you kept pushing. Even when Jisung warned you, your much softer dominant who loves it when you fight back, you kept pushing, kept begging them to do more — begging which turned to demanding, and Minho would have none of it.

“That’s enough, bitch,” he spits as he pulls out. He turns away from you, hand still tight around your neck as he orders Jisung over.

“I already gave her my cock and she still wants to act ungrateful,” he tells him. “So you can fuck her, Jisung. See if you can keep her in her place.”

Jisung smiles, thanking Minho excitedly without sparing you a glance before he’s ordering you to bend over the end of the bed. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s as pissed off at you as Minho is or just trying to prove something to the older man, but the softness you’ve come to associate with your younger boyfriend is nowhere to be found as he stalks over to you with dark eyes. You crane your head around and your eyes meet Minho’s as he lounges in the armchair that was placed at the end of the bed months ago purely for moments like this. The older doesn’t scold you for moving like he normally, just smiles darkly at you before turning his gaze to Jisung, silently challenging him to prove his authority and he does, yanking your head back around by the hair and shoving it into the mattress with one hand while the other comes down on your ass, hard.

“Already fucking squirming and I’ve not done shit yet,” he growls, slapping you again until your skin is tingling. “I don’t need to get one of Minho’s paddles, do I?”

You whine, shaking your head at the idea. Those paddles are by far Minho’s most painful tools, only used at his angriest; the holes drilled into them make their impact much harder and years of practice have made him fucking lethal with them. Jisung’s never used them on you, usually more than content to watch with sympathy whenever Minho does and thank his lucky stars that it’s you instead of him. In fact, the younger has only spanked you with something other than his hand once, and for someone so whiny and babyish when with the older man, he hit with a shocking force that you definitely don’t want to experience again.

“No, sir,” you say.

Your muffled voice makes him laugh, pulling your head up from the mattress. “What was that?” He asks.

“No, sir,” you repeat. Satisfied, he finally releases your hair, patting you gently on your stinging ass.

“I hope not,” he says. “Stay still and I won’t have to, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

He slides in easily — embarrassingly easily, actually, considering his size, and he laughs. “You’re so fucking wet,” he chuckles. “That desperate for dick, are you?”

You whine almost insolently as he starts to move, slow thrusts quickly morphing into fast, hard pounds. You cry out, reaching to grip the sheets and curling them in your fingers. Each thrust is harder and more brutal than the last and you’re certain your cervix will be bruised tomorrow. “S-sir,” you choke out, “can’t… can’t take it.”

Jisung snorts, still a brat even while he fucks you into another plane of reality. “I don’t fucking care, bitch,” he barks almost gleefully. “I decide when this stops, not you.”

Your cries increase, hopeless and delighted. You’re so delirious at this point that you almost forget the presence of your other boyfriend, who sits stoically in his chair, watching Jisung pound you.

“Rub her clit some more, Sungie,” he orders, eyes fixed on your neglected nub. “Needs some attention.”

Jisung nods but you whine, frustrated by your other boyfriend, looming over you but not touching. “Master, can’t you?” You ask softly.

Jisung stills inside you instantly, nearly giving you whiplash with how quickly his hard thrusts cease. You whine again and he reaches up to slap you in the face. “Are you fucking kidding me, whore?” He growls. “I’ve got your cunt stuffed full and that’s still not enough for you?”

He slaps you again, expression dark and you open your mouth wordlessly, unsure how to respond and even Minho looks slightly awed at your much softer boyfriend being so mean to you. He’s never spoken to you like this — never. “Oh dear,” he says. “Even little Jisung’s mad at you now.”

“Yeah, I am,” Jisung snaps. “I’m sick of her slutting around like this and not even pretending to be grateful for what she gets.”

You’re almost crying at his words but Minho looks positively elated; he never expected Jisung to be so firm with you, though he’s been saying from the off that this is what your bratty ass needs. Looks like he’s got his wish.

“I’m not ungrateful,” you sob, shaking your head in distress at your disappointed dominants. “Just want Master to touch me too.”

“That’s too bad,” Minho sighs, “Because you’re Jisung’s right now, and I don’t get the feeling he’ll be giving you what you want tonight.”

You groan, nuzzling your head into the sheets. You never thought you’d be wishing Minho hadn’t given you to Jisung. Quietly the older backs away from you, catching Jisung’s attention for a minute.

“Jisung,” he mutters. “She’s not as tough as you, so don’t break her.”

Jisung softens slightly, gaze shifting from you, fucked out and writhing desperately on the bed, to his boyfriend and he nods. “Yes, Hyung.”

Minho smiles softly at him, patting him on the back before returning to the chair, sharp gaze back on you. You’re full on crying now, tears of frustration wetting your face as you try weakly to move around on the cock still in your pussy and the attempt is so pathetic that Jisung doesn’t even scold you for it, just presses your hip down with his hand and softly kisses your sweat-soaked hair. “You’re such a bad girl, baby,” he whispers, so fond it almost sounds like praise.

“Please, Sir,” you say weakly. “M’ so sorry, please do something.”

Taking pity on you, he slowly starts to move again, but his grip on your hip is firm and bruising enough that you know he hasn’t forgotten your insolence as he speeds up. By now you’re deeper into subspace than you’ve been in months, eyes rolled back into your head, unaware of anything but the feeling of Jisung fucking you and the sound of his voice as he coaxes you towards your orgasm. He lands a series of slaps on your thighs as you approach your high and you do your best to lift yourself up, pushing your body back against him to be as close as possible when your orgasm approaches. After an endless build up, it happens quickly, when he presses his thumb against your clit and you lose yourself instantly, screaming through your orgasm. When it’s over you go limp, collapsing exhausted in Jisung’s arms but to your horror he keeps going, holding you up against him as his thrusts continue.

Dread hits you as you quickly realise why Jisung had let you cum so easily and intensely — denial, which you’d expected and prepared yourself for, is Minho’s punishment of choice, not Jisung’s. No, Jisung, much more inclined to tease and much cockier than your more serious dominant, prefers for you to orgasm endlessly. The memory hits you of the last time he did this; the exhaustion and pain as he forced another orgasm out of you, passing out into Minho’s arms when your sixth orgasm finally pushed you past your limit, and as you realise exactly what’s coming for you now all you can do is sob.

In the aftermath of your first orgasm everything feels more intense, your whole body sensitive from its release and he uses that to his advantage, continuing to tease your aching clit as the thrusts speed up. You’re near delirious now, too weak to hold your own head up and it’s making him feral, the way he fucks into you truly animalistic, like a dog in a rut.

“Sir,” you sob over and over, the only word you can think of. “Sir, no more.”

He slows slightly, ceasing the slaps against your thigh and leans down to your ear. “Colour?” He whispers.

You’re almost ashamed of how quickly you answer. “Green.”

You feel him smile into the skin of your neck, proud and sinister.

“Then I’m not done with you yet.”

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a/n: based on my 100% real and legitimate experience as minsung’s gf (ITS REAL DO NOT @ ME) hope u enjoyed this tho fr… just trying to do my part ending the minsung famine on here. reblog & comment if you like! love🖤🖤

#skz x you #skz smut #stray kids smut #lee know smut #han jisung smut #han smut #poly minsung #minsung smut #minsung x reader

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mulloey · 4 months

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omg are u okay?? what happened that's so horrible i hope ur safe now (u don't have to answer)

i’m perfectly fine! just took a few months to recover from the physical and mental trauma of it. thanks for ur concern darling🖤🖤

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mulloey · 4 months

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well since I saw you also take ATEEZ requests now I was like why not ;)

can I request a dom!san x fem!reader, where san has been neglecting y/n for his video games so she basically puts lingerie on not only to tease him but goes beneath his table and…well, let’s just say he then cuts his games off in order to “punish” you?

It’s literally based from a type of prank I’d see like everywhere but why not adding a dirter twist to it?

posted! might have been a bit harder than u wanted but hope u like it

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mulloey · 4 months

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me or the ps5 • san

warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, san not being a v good boyfriend at the start, punishment, impact, crying, reader is called slut and whore, safeword mentioned but not used, implied blowjob, meanie san til he goes soft for u

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Hours.

It’s been fucking hours now, and he hasn’t said a word to you. Normally you’re fine with his gaming habit, most young men have one and he doesn’t do it very often, but he’d left you high and dry this morning, rutting against you a few times, fingers tracing your inner thighs before walking out of the room with a small smile. It’s his favourite game; working you up then pulling away just as he’s got you going. He says it makes you more pliant and desperate when you fuck which is true, but damn if it doesn’t piss you off.

You’ve already tried and failed to get his attention, slipping into the shorts he only lets you wear around him and finding every excuse to bend over in front of him, but he barely looked away from his game for long enough to notice. You’d huffed, whining out his name in frustration but all you’d gotten from that was that sharp ‘behave yourself’ look before he was back on that damned game.

You’ve been sulking since then, storming around the house and muttering to yourself about revenge but that’s not enough. If he thinks he can ignore you all day to play that stupid game, he’s dead fucking wrong. You will win, even if you have to play dirty. And playing dirty is exactly what you’ll do.

From the back of your closet you retrieve an unopened pink bag containing lingerie you’d bought for him but never had a chance to wear; it was so sexy that you’d decided to keep it for when you really needed it. When nothing else gets you what you want. Like now, for example.

You slip it on, fastening and adjusting it until it fits you perfectly. You’d forgotten how hot this set was; it curves and highlights all of the parts of your body he loves the most, teasing and tempting but leaving nothing to the imagination. If this won’t get his attention, nothing will.

You’re already wearing makeup from your earlier escapades so it doesn’t take long to touch yourself up before you pull on some thigh high socks, clipping them to your garter and spraying yourself with his favourite perfume and skipping towards your target.

He doesn’t look up when you enter, still focused on the game. Not for long. You approach him from behind, making yourself as attractive as you can, but he’s so immersed you know it could take hours for him to actually turn around. A plan quickly forms in your head and you smile, knowing the line you’re toeing. You’re about to get either the best fuck or worst punishment of your life, and right now, both sound good.

You manage to get under the desk undetected, slipping in from the side and positioning yourself so your face is level with his cock. You run a hand up his thigh towards it, finally alerting him to your presence but he keeps playing, as of yet unbothered. You quickly free his cock and wrap your mouth around it as much as you can — he’s by far the biggest you've had, so you can’t fit all of it in your mouth without suffocating, but he’s taught you how to please him even without deepthroating. But you barely have time to put that knowledge into practice before there’s a harsh grip in your hair, tugging you out from under the desk and bringing you face to face with your fuming boyfriend.

“Up to something, slut?” He snaps. “What’s this game huh?”

You shrug, plastering as innocent a smile as you can feign across your lips. “Just wanted to make you happy, Sannie,” you sing.

He snarls, pulling you to your feet by the grip he has of your hair, and you feel almost victorious when he finally notices your getup and stills, whatever he was about to say now caught on his tongue. He looks you up and down, silent for a few seconds. “When did you get that, whore?”

“A while ago,” you giggle. “Wanted to surprise you.”

He laughs but his eyes are dark and calculating — he knows your game, but you know his too. “You want to fuck me now, don’t you?” You whisper.

“I do,” he says. “And if you’d found a better way of getting my attention, I would have, but you just had to be a brat.”

You frown. “Nothing else worked.”

“That’s a shame,” he says, shaking his head sadly. “Because I was about to finish up and reward you for waiting so patiently, but instead I have to do this.”

He grabs your arm and yanks you towards him, feigning a sad look at you before quickly manoeuvring you to bend over his knee. “Do one thing right and stay still,” he mutters, and that’s all the warning you get before his hand is crashing down onto your ass.

Your boyfriend’s punishments are always harsh but these hits are relentless, fast and hard and randomly spaced so you have no way of knowing where the next one will land. Whether it’s your behaviour or the frustration caused by his game that’s got him so ruthless, you curse yourself for choosing a thong to tempt him with, because now you have no protection from his hits as they land on your bare ass. You do your best to stay still like he told you but before long you’re writhing and crying in his lap, squirming to get away from the burning pain that only increases as he continues, but his other hand is firm on your back, holding you down and at his mercy. The pain is intense and all you can focus on. You must make a pathetic sight, with your resolve to provoke him lost embarrassingly quickly, and the most humiliating part is he doesn’t even acknowledge you. Your safeword dances briefly on your tongue, and the screaming pain in your ass begs you to say it but you shake your head at yourself, determined to see this through.

Soon a particularly hard hit lands in the centre of your ass, right above your hole and you gasp out “Sannie'' at the impact. You hear him groan and his hand stills above your red skin. However tough he pretends to be, your nickname for him melts him every time you say it — especially when it’s cried out between the pretty tears you shed for him.

He starts up again but this time the hits are slower, more rhythmic and he grants you the mercy of alternating between each cheek so at least you know where he’ll hit next. Your head clears enough for you to register his voice as he tells you, “ten more, baby”. You sniffle and nod your head and he starts up again.

After what feels like endless hits the last ten aren’t too horrible, and you manage to count them out in your head. When the last hit lands he soothes you immediately, bundling you up to rest your head on his shoulder and wipe your tears. Normally he lets you languish in his lap for a while after a punishment, making you recite what you’d done to deserve it before allowing you to get up but this is the harshest you’ve been punished in a while, so he lets you just sniffle into his chest instead as he runs a soothing hand up and down your back.

You calm down eventually, enough to lift your head from his tear-stained shirt and he strokes your red cheeks. “Now,” he says softly. “You gonna interrupt me again?”

You shake your head, sniffling. “Never.”

He smiles at you, all love and softness in contrast to the stern persona he’d worn just minutes earlier, but somewhere between his hand squeezing your throbbing ass and the mischievous glint in his eye, you gather he’s not quite done with you.

“Now let’s finish what you started, huh?” He suggests and you smile. In the end, you've gotten exactly what you want.

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a/n: im back guys! explanation for my absence in my last post:) please comment and reblog, its a big motivator! requests open too!

#ateez hard hours #ateez smut #ateez x reader #san smut #san hard thoughts #choi san

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mulloey · 4 months

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hey guys i’ll be back to posting soon! i almost got murdered so i’ve been recovering physically and mentally from it. requests still open☺️getting to them soon as i can. so sorry for the wait.

hope you’ve all been good!

#exo smut #ateez smut #skz smut

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mulloey · 8 months

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#exo smut #ateez smut #skz smut

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mulloey · 8 months

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what you pay for • mingi

you know what he’s here for (aka is it too late for a bouncy au idk)

warnings: western au, cowboy!mingi, prostitution, reader calls him sir but it’s not a kink, fairly dom!mingi, gentle choking, some slaps, threats of punishment, unprotected sex, me wrapping it up way too early because im tired

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He catches your eye almost instantly. He’s a little taller and younger than most of the regulars here, scowl on his face as he surrenders his weapons at the door — “Shop policy,” drawls the old man with an outstretched hand. He curses under his breath, they all do, but doesn’t seem any less confident even without his protection. Though you’re certain he’s never been here before, he oozes the confidence not just of a regular, but something even bigger. Something untouchable.

You watch as he buys a drink, served by one of the other girls, and downs it like he’s been waiting for it for years. He mutters something to the bar maid and she blushes. You roll your eyes, imagining he’s trying to buy her a drink but she doesn’t flash the knowing look you all share as you accept the most expensive liquor he can buy, pour yourself some tea, and pocket the cash. So he must be saying something else. You don’t know why you’re wondering what that is — the nature of your job means strange, intriguing characters by the dozen — but there’s something to him you haven’t seen in a while. Endless mystery ends up cancelling itself out, but even as the unpredictable has become expected, he still has you wondering about him. You need to meet this man. Find out his deal.

You stay perched on your table, chewing on the candies your Madame made, trying to look uninterested and passive as you steal occasional glances at him. You take in his broad back and the dark hair hidden beneath his hat before he turns around and finally sees you. Finally, he gets up, thanking the girl for his drink before he approaches you, coming to a stop next to your table. He puts a large, rough hand down onto the wood, just inches from your leg. He shoots a one-sided smile as his eyes rake over you.

“Barmaid says you’re down to play,” he gruffs and wow, his voice is low, low and rough and electrifying. It has you blushing, and this time when you flutter your eyelashes just as Madame taught you, you really mean it.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you giggle. He cocks an eyebrow, amused, and leans in closer.

“That a yes?” He chuckles. You watch as his hand moves along the wood towards your bare leg, tantalisingly close. “If it's not, you can feel free to move your leg outta my way,” he says lowly. You smile, keeping eye contact as you ever so slightly move towards him. He’s toying with you — but this is your game.

When his hand finally reaches you, curling around your ankle, it’s not as dramatic a moment as you expected, as he probably wanted, but it does feel different. Good. Right. And watching his dirtied hand sullying your skin as he runs it up your leg is strangely thrilling. As a saloon girl you’re by no means pure, but the presence, the demeanour of this man has you wanting him to find the one last tiny piece of you that is yet untainted, and crush it in his hands.

His smirk says he knows what you’re thinking but, still respectful, his hand stills before it can go under your skirts and towards your heat, but his grip on your lower thigh is tight and wanting. “You work upstairs?” He asks and you grin.

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe. He helps you off the table and you nod at another bar maid, letting her know what you’re doing before you lead him upstairs and towards your private rooms.

When the door of your room slams shut his hands are already on you, up your skirt, across your face and every inch of you he can reach. His kiss is hungry and desperate but a hand on your neck puts him firmly in control. “Fuck, little girl,” he groans. “You want it?”

Your head falls back as his lips latch onto your neck. Your grip on his waist tightens. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Fuck.”

He smacks his hand scoldingly against your thigh, brows furrowed. “Don’t dirty that pretty mouth,” he breathes. “Terrible language for a lady.”

You laugh softly at that. “You’re the first— fu—” you catch yourself before the cuss leaves your mouth, instead going for a vague, strangled sort of groan and he snorts, but the pleased look on his face encourages you. “You’re the first in a while to call me a lady,” you finish.

“Well you ain’t a man,” he laughs. “Let’s just—” You gasp when his hand finally reaches your pussy, sliding into your panties and finding your clit instantly. He smiles. “Yeah, definitely a lady. Got the pretty little parts to match.”

A long finger penetrates you slowly, as gentle as if you were a still virgin, tight and unbroken. You push into it desperately, whining when he starts to rub slow circles on your clit. You’re more than experienced with men, but you enjoy this careful treatment. You feel almost… cherished.

The finger inside you finds your spot and you cry out, jolting against him until his other hand wraps easily around your neck, holding you still against the door. “Fuck, Sir—”

“Mingi,” he interrupts. “You can call me Mingi, I— fuck, I wanna hear you say my name.”

If you weren’t so wound up you’d smirk — names are not commonplace here, even regulars preferring to keep theirs private lest the sheriff come knocking, so for him to hand out his purely out of desperation to hear you say it must mean he wants you just as badly.

“Mingi,” you moan and he grunts, curling his finger inside you.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispers. “Sounds so good.”

“Then fuck me,” you say and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Tellin’ me what to do now, doll?” He asks. “Don’t do that. You’re fuckin’ electric but I’ll spank you if you get cocky.”

You huff but nod your head. You strangely love the way he talks down to you, telling you what to do and scolding you like a little girl. It’s somehow different from the others, the endless men who traipse into your room and speak to you like a common whore. Perhaps the difference is how Mingi strokes your neck so gently as he humiliates you. Or maybe it’s the finger that fucks your cunt like no one has ever even tried to. But it doesn’t matter. This man is addictive and you already know you’ll do anything to get your fix.

His eyes are piercing as they stare you down, lips twitching as he observes your reaction to every movement. “I do think you deserve it, though,” he says. “To get fucked.”

You should be humiliated by the way you nod fervently, like you’ve been starved of this your whole life, but you’re not. Right now you’re capable of any emotion but unbridled desire and desperation. “Please,” you whisper. “Please, Mingi.”

“Get on the bed,” he orders, smiling sweetly as his hands leave you.

You whine pathetically at the loss of contact and he laughs, watching as you stumble towards the bed. You look back at him, waiting for instruction but he just smiles.

“You choose the position, angel,” he says. “Since you’re being so good.”

“From the back,” you say much quicker than you should have. “Want you to use me.”

The way he grins tells you he was thinking the same. “Ass up then, doll.”

You find the position easily, well-practised but your heart faces as though this were your first time. You feel Mingi’s presence behind you, towering over you as rough hands run up the backs of your thighs. He pulls up your skirts without a word, leaving you bare-assed and more vulnerable than ever. A sharp smack lands against one of your cheeks and it’s painfully delicious. You want him to hurt you, you realise. You want him to ruin you.

“Should I go slow?” He asks. “Or d’you reckon you’re wet enough for me to slide right in?”

You both know the answer. “Wet enough, Sir.”

He chuckles, sliding a finger in to check his grunt of approval is both gratifying and humiliating. “You’re right,” he says. “This cunt is fuckin’ dripping for me.”

Seconds later and his cock is penetrating you without warning, entering you easily but still stretching you. He’s big, you think. You knew he would be.

He doesn’t waste time easing you into it, thrusting into you fast and hard. Your chokes and gasps mix with the sound of skin slapping and his groans of pleasure. A drawn out ‘fuuuck’ fills you with pride. You’re tight even after all this time, like you were made for taking dick, a vessel for pleasure — his pleasure.

You cry his name over and over, chanting it like a prayer — apt, you think, because this is certainly the closest to heaven you’ll ever get. On the edge of bliss he pulls out only to slam back in again, pulling your hips against his to push himself deeper. His grip on you is bruising, as are the slaps he lands on your ass just to hear you scream. A single touch to your clit pushes you over the edge and you collapse into him, breathless and dazed but he keeps going, chasing his release. For once you pray he doesn’t pull out — you want him to come in you, pump you full of his seed, maybe even get you pregnant. You crave it like you’ve never craved anything and he delivers, unloading into you with a yell.

When you come to your bundled in his arms, held tight against his warm chest.

“How much do I owe you?” He asks and you sigh. You’d almost forgotten what this was, a simple exchange of services between two people. But it doesn’t have to be. Business may be business, but you know what you want, and you want it again.

“First time’s free, baby,” you lie.

He hums, not really believing you, but you know he’s just as addicted to you as you are. “Guess I’ll need to come back, huh?”

Yeah, you think with a smile. You guess he will.

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Heyy just dropping something small cus I haven’t posted in a while. Not proofread but please reblog and comment if u like this! Requests are still OPEN! Love🖤🖤

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #mingi smut #mingi x reader #ateez au #ateez x reader

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mulloey · 9 months

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Um...I wanted to send in a hard ask but I didn't know what to write so I used a random kink generator and it gave me 'psychological torture' which sounded really severe.

But then I googled it (rip my browser history) and essentially it's just different levels of fear play?

And if there's any member I will place coins on who's into fear play.

It's Jeong Yunho.

Would love to play hide and seek with you.

And you're the prize.

predator and prey - yunho

You know he’s watching you. He’s been watching you since you got here, and he’s making no secret of the fact. What you’re not sure of, what lingers on your mind, is when he’s going to strike. All you know is that he will.

Your hand traces the faded marks on your wrists. Red marks, the faded indents from the red rope he’d wrapped around you the last time you’d played like this. The same red rope you know he has with him today, ready to subdue you again. Maybe that’s what he keeps reaching into his pocket for. That, or the knife he likes to hold to your throat when he drags you away.

From the corner of your eye you see him rise from his seat for the first time tonight. Your breath hitches. He doesn’t approach you and you turn away, not wanting to give away the game. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. One new message.

Yunho: One minute to run.

You don’t let your reaction show. You just slip your phone back into your pocket and excuse yourself from your company. You feel his eyes still on you as you slip out of the party, into the night.

You’re not sure where to go at this hour, but you know you only have a few seconds until he’s on your tail, so you just run straight. Your heels slow you down but in a back alley like this, keeping your shoes on is your only choice. And it’s all deliberate, anyway, every part of tonight designed to make it harder for you to outrun him. Sometimes, in the spirit of a true hunt, you don’t arrange it like this, choosing to start on equal footing, make it a fair fight, even if you know he’ll win. But not tonight. Tonight he’s impatient. He wants his prize, and he wants it now.

In the quiet of the alley, you hear his footsteps approaching from the street so you duck behind a dumpster, trying to hide. The quiet tap of dress shoes on concrete sounds more like a doomsday clock. He calls your name softly, knowing you’re close; he always knows. He can practically smell you.

“Come on out, baby,” he shouts. “I won't hurt you.”

A sweet lie to coax you out of hiding, but the smile in his voice gives him away. The knot in your stomach gives you away too.

He’s getting closer now, pace slow and leisurely as he nears his prize. “Where are you, hm?” He asks. “Where’s my reward?”

Now would be a good time to run, bolt away before he realises how close you are, but you’re frozen in place, heart pounding against your skull. In your stomach, you feel the unique mix of terror and arousal only he can concoct. You’ve already lost.

The racing of your heartbeat is so loud that you don’t even notice him come up behind you — not until his hand closes over your mouth, muffling a scream you know no one will hear.

“Gotcha,” he whispers.

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Just a quick little drabble welcome ateez to my profile ! Sorry this is so late (and short) but I’m just trying to get back into the fic writing swing and prove to you all that I’ve not disappeared! Do let me know if you’d like more like this/a continuation. Id like to write more dark fics for sure ! Requests always welcome as are comments and reblogs ! Love 🖤

#ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez smut #kpop smut #ateez hard hours #yunho smut

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mulloey · 10 months

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pcd (post-concert dick) • changbin drabble

It’s a wonder, really, how two hours on stage can change your boyfriend— the sweet Changbin who’d kissed you so tenderly before he left gone and replaced by someone you only met in moments like this, when he’s pent up and frustrated and slightly feral. And you know that’s what this is as soon as he turns the corner, gaze immediately finding you, sitting pretty in a corner right where he’d left you.

“You,” he barks, striding towards you. “Dressing room, now.”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s storming off towards it and you follow him without a word. By now you’re both accustomed to this routine — after a show, much too tired and pent up to play around with you, the teasing and toying he normally savours is replaced by those short commands, and you, loving girlfriend that you are, are always happy to obey.

He’s patient enough to hold the dressing room door for you, quickly slamming it shut and locking it behind you. You walk to the middle of the room, standing tall and presenting yourself to him how he likes. He looks you up and down, taking you in and makes a noise of approval. There’s a second of silence, tension thick in the air before he finally pounces, striding towards you and bundling you in his arms like you’re weightless.

You’re quickly thrown onto the couch and then he’s on top of you, ripping off your clothes and from this distance you can see the feral gleam in his eye he gets when he’s this desperate.

“I fuckin’ waited for you,” he growls. He makes quick work of your pants but doesn’t bother removing your panties, just pulling them to the side and plunging two fingers into you without warning. You scream slightly, thrashing against him but his grip on you is strong. “Waited all fucking show to finally have you like this. Stay down.”

He works you open quickly, all the while attacking your neck and chest with rough kisses, sucking at the skin until it bruises. As he adds a third finger this thumb finds your clit and you wail, bucking against him.

“Shut it,” he snaps, clamping his other hand over your mouth. “You want them to hear us, bitch?”

You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes as his fingers keep fucking you harder. He laughs. “You don’t, huh? Don’t wanna get punished when I’m about to fuck you good?”

Just as you’re reaching near delirium he removes his fingers, quickly slapping your sensitive pussy then pulling away. He drags you up with him and positions you so you’re bent over the arm of the couch, ass and pussy on display for him. Finally he rips off your panties, quickly shoving them in your mouth with one hand and slapping your ass with the other. “Ought to keep you quiet, huh?” He mutters.

Normally he takes a while to savour you, work you up before you’re fucked; he could easily spend hours with his mouth attached to your pussy, rubbing your clit while his tongue swirls around inside you until you come undone. But today he’s too impatient, too worked up from hours on stage to take his time with you, and knowing how he can be after shows, you’re lucky he even prepped you with his fingers. You hear him tug his zipper down and once he’s pulled his cock out he doesn’t waste a moment before slamming into you.

Even after months of dating him, you’re not used to his size, and he knows it too, because he clamps his hand back over your mouth before you can scream. He gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts to move, but he doesn’t bother starting slow. He goes fast and hard, using the hand over your mouth to pull your head back towards him while the other grips your waist, holding you the way he wants you to get as deep as he can. By now tears pour freely down your face as he fucks you into delirium, the only sounds your muffled cries and the slapping of skin on skin.

You feel his orgasm approaching, grip on you tightening as he speeds up, fucking into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever have you. After a long show you figured he wouldn’t last as long as usual but the intensity with which he fucks you more than makes up for it; you physically couldn’t take anymore than this even if he gave it to you, so feeling him let go inside you is a fucking relief. He collapses on top of you as he unloads, burying his face in your sweat-covered neck, arms still around your waist to catch you when your knees buckle.

“Good girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #changbin smut #changbin hard thoughts #changbin hard hours

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mulloey · 10 months

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Is anyone still interested in exo fics ? I’ve gotten a lot more interaction since I branched out into skz but I miss writing exo, so if people would interact with it id love to start posting some again. What do you think ?

#exo fanfic #exo smut #exo scenarios

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mulloey · 10 months

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Heyy, it's been a while since you've been around here. Are you alright?

Thanks for the concern, I’m okay! I’ve been very busy after finally leaving a bad relationship, in a foreign country which made it a bit complicated, but I’m back home and safe now. Even though my tumblr isn’t connected to any real life social media I felt it’d be safest not to post anywhere for a while but I’m back now ! I’ll get to everyone’s requests soon, thanks for your patience :)

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mulloey · 11 months

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Imagine poly minsung with children. Like, you get pregnant by them both (is possible, I searched it up) and you just raise them together. It'll be so fucking cute🥺🤧 Imagine how their dynamics would be

Wow this is really cute but unfortunately I’m a massive pervert so we’re gonna have to talk about that too

I will put a warning before the nsfw stuff because this is pregnancy related and I know some people are uncomfortable with sexual things related to that. I have been pregnant before so I have some experience but it didn’t end as happily as it does here, so I’m not sure about some parts of this so this is my best guess. Love 🖤🖤

At first you’d be terrified, staring down at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief because how the fuck did this happen? You were on the pill and you were definitely not ready to have a child of all things. Not to mention what this would do to you physically — you liked your body, and you especially liked what could be done with it by your two boyfriends, but as soon as they found out you were carrying a child — their child — they’d freak out and treat you like glass. Minho already had a tendency to do this, always worrying that he’d gone too far or hurt you too much after an intense session, and when he found out about this he might refuse to fuck you altogether. And to be honest that was the scariest part

When you tell Jisung he’d be silent for a moment, then the first thing he’d do is go get Minho because the older man will definitely know what to do. Minho of course, however he may feel inside, calms you both down, assuring you that it’ll all be fine, they’ll take care of you and the baby, if you want to keep it.

A few hours later once all of your heads are clearer you finally pose the “are you still gonna fuck me” question to Minho and he laughs, assuring you that yes, of course he’s still going to fuck you and so will Jisung. Jisung of course would get that grin on his face that tells you he’s about to say something disgusting as he tells you that he’s gonna be fucking you non stop until you give birth. Minho jokingly tells him to go to the corner but it does make him think a bit more.

⚠️ nsfw - breeding, minor free use etc

At first he was just planning on fucking you even though you’re pregnant, but now that Jisung’s put the image in his head he cant stop thinking about what he could do with you *consensually* during this time. The thought of you so swollen from your masters’ cum that you can barely move, leaving you totally at their mercy for nine months does something for him and he can’t stop thinking about how helpless you’ll be pretty soon. They could keep you all comfy in your bed, ready to be used whenever they want to. Keeping you filled with cum to ensure you’re always this pretty and helpless. You’d look so sweet with your swollen belly and glassy eyes, so weak and full that all you can do is whine and beg him to help you too…

And as soon as he reveals these thoughts Jisung would go fucking feral, almost fucking you right there. The little perv would go wide eyed too picturing being able to fuck you whenever he wants. He’d come inside every time to make sure you’re always full of him. He’d be gentle, of course, not wanting to hurt the baby he’s put in you but you go dumb so easily he doesn’t even have to do anything

⚠️ nsfw over !

Aside from the sex they’d take fantastic care of you during your pregnancy, waiting on you hand and foot and always praising you for how perfect you look carrying their child. When your hormones are affecting you they’d do everything they can do make you feel better even if that means leaving you alone for a while. The amount of new clothes you receive from them for you and the baby would be ridiculous. Minho would decorate the nursery, asking for your input but you trust him to make it beautiful and he does. He’d enlist Hyunjin to help him paint it, not letting you see until it’s done and when you finally walk in for the first time you’re overcome by how beautiful it is, how loved this child is going to be and already is

But Jisung especially would worship you during this time, in disbelief that you’re actually having his baby. He’d touch your stomach whenever he can, eyes wide and when he hears the baby’s heartbeat and feels it kick for the first time he’d get so emotional, staring up at you in wonder, never more in love than this moment. He’d constantly be bickering with Minho over who gets to take care of you, help you around and hold you and rub your belly. Sweet boy just wants to do everything he can for you because he’s so in love and so grateful that you’re having his child. It might get a little overbearing at times because he’s just so determined to take away every bit of discomfort but Minho would be there to make sure it’s alright for you, and he’d tell Jisung to relax a bit if he feels he’s doing too much

And once the baby’s born it would just be so beautiful. I always picture Minho with a daughter, so from the moment she’s born she’s always in his arms, dressed in some tiny outfit Jisung chose for her. Neither of them would ever want to leave her side, happy just to stare at her in silence for hours. None of you can believe how tiny and pretty she is or that she’s yours, your baby that you made together. Staring at her tiny little nose, her tufts of hair and little hands and feet as she sleeps so peacefully, you just can’t believe that you made this little person solely out of love. She’s a representation of the most beautiful parts of your relationship and you can’t believe how much you love her. Minho would cry sometimes for the first few months of her life, just overcome by her while Jisung would be a lot more playful. He’d definitely be the first to make her smile and laugh, the most beautiful noise any of them have ever heard

If you’re picturing them still being idols in this, they’d probably want to keep her out of the public eye so they’d work extremely hard to protect her privacy and yours, so I doubt they’d post any pictures of her, but they’d definitely talk about her whenever they can. Minho would send bbl updates about her progress, what he did with her that day etc while Jisung would post pictures of the little outfits he makes for her. He’d take her to the studio occasionally and she’d always be the first to hear the new music he’s working on, even before you, so occasionally he’d send bbl updates telling stay about however she’s reacted to what he played for her. If she ever cried during a song he’d grumble about it on live and joke about how much it hurt his feelings and how mean she is to him. I doubt they’d reveal her name because again privacy, but maybe they’d have a nickname they use to be able to talk about her with fans. In any case she’s the most loved little girl by the whole group but of course especially by her dads. They wouldn’t want her to be an idol because they know how hard it is but they’d definitely want her to be interested in music and dance. I’m sure she’d love it as much as they do and as she grows up they’d be at every showcase she does with her music or dance class, so proud of the little person she’s become. And of endlessly in love with their mother. Whether or not you have more children they leave entirely up to you because you’re the one that did all the work of course, but whatever your choice you’ve already made them the happiest men in the world by giving them their daughter and of course, being their girl. At the end of the day you’re always gonna be their baby, even if you have your own.

I just think they’ll be the best dads and most caring partners to you on this journey together. Hope you enjoyed reading this and if you do have kids in the future do not settle for ANY LESS than Minsung to do it with‼️‼️bc everyone deserves someone like them

#skz x you #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #han smut #han fluff #lee know smut #lee know fluff #poly minsung #poly skz

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mulloey · 11 months

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Heyy, sorry to come at you like this but I read your post about poly minsung dynamics and I was wondering, do you plan on writing about them in the future? Because I'll be very invested👀

Definitely!! That ask kind got me obsessed with them too so I’ll definitely be writing some more headcanons & fics about them, but inspiration can be hard to come by sometimes so I’d love anyone whos wanting to see more of them to give me some ideas/scenarios/particular dynamics etc that they’d like to see, would help me out a lot !

Im also on vacation right now so not on my phone much, but will start writing again very soon. Love🖤

#skz smut #han jisung smut #lee know smut #minsung smut #poly minsung

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mulloey · 1 year

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Are you okay with threesomes?

I can never get the idea of hard Dom Minho and switch Han with very much Sub reader.

Minho doms everyone

Han is Minho's sub but your soft (teasing) dom

Then you are their sweet little (sometimes bratty) sub

-sweetracha

Yes YES this dynamic is absolutely perfect bc I totally want these two to wreck me but at the same time it’s glaringly obvious that Minho is calling the shots between the two of them and wow yes what a dream this throuple would be.

I see Minho as moving between hard and occasionally soft dom depending on his mood and your behaviour, but out of the two he’s definitely the meanie bc Jisung is just softest of the soft. That being said when he’s subbing for Minh, Jisung is quite bratty and that brattiness will definitely come out when he’s domming, in the form of teasing and torturing you until even Minho is telling him to leave you alone or he’ll be punished too.

As Jisung is a switch but you and Minho aren’t the dynamic would vary ever so slightly at different times — sometimes Ji will be doing both, ie subbing for Minho and domming you at the same time, listening to and obeying Minho like a good boy while simultaneously using you like a toy and telling you how filthy are are. Other times it’ll be both of you full on subbing for Minho, Jisung being equal to you in these moments and I love the idea of him coaxing you into misbehaving with him (‘if you don’t do this then I’ll spank you when I’m domming again’ etc, again I really can’t stress how much of a brat this guy is) then you both taking your punishments from Minho together, maybe you’ll both be bent over the bed and holding each others hand in support while Minho rotates between spanking each of you, or taking turns over Minho’s lap while the other watches knowing you’re about to get the same treatment. When you’re both subbing you can be a bit of a handful but Minho is more than accustomed to dealing with you bc this guy’s a pro

The other way this would look sometimes is when they’re both being totally dominant, leaving you all alone as the only sub in the bedroom :( there’d be a nice contrast between the much stricter Minho and your sweet Sungie who’s always praising and reassuring you of what a good job you’re doing while you’ve both their dicks in each of your holes or when you’re taking a punishment Minho (I don’t think Jisung would have the heart to punish you even as your dom, unless you’d been really really bratty towards him specifically). He’d stroke your hair and coo at you while you’re a babbling mess, totally overwhelmed and fucked out from being used by your two boyfriends. Don’t get me wrong, Jisung would plenty rough with you, but in a softer and more playful way than Minho i feel

Aftercare with both of them would be heaven too, especially since Jisung being a switch knows exactly what a sub needs after they’ve been fucked. Once you’ve come back down to earth a bit he’d tease about the noises you made while he fucked you, to which Minho would slap him on the side of the head and remind him that he’s done much much worse when he’s subbing which would shut him up nicely

Overall both in and out of the bedroom they’d be the most loving boyfriends towards you, and even if Jisung subs sometimes, at the end of the day you’re the baby and they make sure you never forget it

I kind of want to write a fic about this threesome tbh cus you’ve got me going so y’all can let me know if you want that and what scenario anyway in conclusion MINSUNG THROUPLE ON TOP🙌🙌

#skz smut #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids smut #lee know smut #han jisung smut #minsung smut #skz x reader #kpop hard thoughts #requests open

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mulloey · 1 year

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I have no proof, absolutely no proof behind this opinion.

But I feel like Kai would just be a boob guy.

That is all.

Tbh I always saw him as an ass guy (maybe just bc I am🤷‍♀️) but this has got me thinking and u honestly might me onto something

He’d be completely obsessed with your tits and always finding an excuse to fuck you hard enough that he can watch them bounce. He’d be sliding into you at all hours regardless of what you’re doing because he wants to see your pretty tits bounce for him and when he fingers you he’ll be using his other hand to smack your tits til they’re and pinch your nipples til they’re swollen and sensitive. He loves to suck on them too, suckling and gently biting them while you’re stuffed full of his fingers.

I see him as a fan of marking and that would definitely be focused on your tits. By the time he’s done with you your whole chest would be littered with bruises and bite marks because yeah, tits make him a little feral and he needs to just sink his teeth into them, no shame in that tbh

If you have any sort of dom/sub relationship going then regardless of which position you both take I can definitely see your tits being used in rewards/punishments etc. If he’s your dom then he’ll hit your tits with a small, smooth stick when you misbehave (professionally made for this purpose, no splinters yall✊), or maybe he’d use hot wax or ice cubes on them while you’re blindfolded. And if you have nipple piercings then good luck to you, because any hint of misbehaviour and he’ll be tugging on them as hard as he can without hurting you, until you’re back in line.

On the other hand, if you’re the dom you could definitely use your tits as a way to keep him in line too, rewarding him by letting him suck or play with them as much as he wants, gosh he’d be the best boy as soon as you tell him he can touch your tits.

In conclusion those tits are his weak spot so use your power wisely because yes you’ve convinced me HES A BOOB GUY🙌

#exo smut #kai smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #requests open

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