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ꜱᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ/ʙᴜᴋᴀᴋᴋᴇ ➠ ᴍɪɴꜱᴀɴʏᴜɴʜᴡᴀ

pairing: half orc! mingi x elf! reader (fem) x barbarian! san x goliath! yunho x tiefling! seonghwa

genre: fantasy au/dnd vibe, humor, gratuitous smut

summary: you go on a quest with a group of brutish, questionable individuals. anything for some gold and riches, right? 

w.c: 6.5k ish…..yeahhhh

the world’s longest list of warnings:  alcohol mention/usage, soft/hard! dom party members, brat in the streets baby in the sheets sub! reader, these mfs have a hard-on for social hierarchies esp mingi (he’s a big pervert too hehe), mxm (real homies jerk each other off), monster fucking (mimic box…listen i saw it in a porn one time and its been my dream to recreate it since okay sue meee take me to court!!), five?? some?? idk they made it work somehow, voyeurism/exhibitionism, praise/degradation, pet names, olfactophilia, aphrodisiacs, teasing, vast size differences, size kink, strength kink, manhandling, oral (receiving), overstim, tit play, bulge kink, handjob, blowjob, titjob, all the jobs actually, double penetration made possible with magic incantations <3, creampies, back shots, and facials for everyoneeee !! one for you!! and for youuu~~ also the word cock is mentioned at least 50 times in this one sorry bout that hshjs

a/n: hi ahhhh so this chaotic jumble of insanity is my baby 🥹 and it’s also my very first filth fest fic of the month !!! so yk what that means ;3 go on and strap in for me okay? it’s about to go down frfr <3 this is a sort of sequel to my half orc mingi fic but it can be read on its own! also i’ve never actually played dnd,, i’ve just heard about it from my brother so don’t expect an extremely accurate representation;;; i did do quite a bit of research tho <33 but yeah that being said…. rip reader’s elussy </3

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“Ladies and gents, now this is a quest that’s not for the faint of heart,” your local guild master announced, leaning his heavy forearms on the crowded bar table below him, stroking his long, bushy beard absentmindedly, the wood furnishing of the bar creaking underneath his weight. 

The lively room grew a bit more quiet, some individuals quirking their heads in the seasoned barbarian’s direction, yours included. “With a hefty 1000 gold pieces as your reward, this quest requires you to find and locate the rare lujuria plant, then bring its seeds back to me. Unfortunately for you lot, they’re only found in the abandoned dungeons near Mist Falls. Any takers?” 

At the mention of the plant and location, most of the interested individuals turned back to their ale and friends, resuming their loud, enthusiastic conversations. You, however, couldn’t believe how idiotic the other patrons were. You could do quite a lot with 1000 gold pieces, and being a solo adventurer, you wouldn’t even have to share it with anyone. With dollar signs in your eyes and a spring in your step, you headed up to the busy bar, having to get on your tippy toes and wave your hand around past some of the larger patron’s broad shoulders until the guild master noticed your presence. 

“Now, don’t tell me a dainty little high elf is interested in the quest I just announced. You gonna scare them off with your shiny hair and sparkly crystals?” the older man gruffed, letting out a hefty laugh, before taking a couple gulps from the oversized mug he held within his large, calloused hands.

When you simply stood there with your hands crossed over your lace-covered chest, the guild master set his mug down, his bushy eyebrows raising upwards. “Oh, you’re serious.” He leaned down to your level, cupping his hand around one side of his face, allowing you to smell the ale on his breath. “Do you know why no one likes to go to Mist Falls, little Miss?”

You shook your head, causing the small jewels that dangled from your silky hair to sway a bit. You cupped a hand around your own face, murmuring, “Why does no one like it, Mister?”

“There’s some strange wildlife that frequent the land there. Otherworldly things…things that an elf like you wouldn’t want to get wrapped up in,” he explained carefully, looking over the lens of his glasses to squint at you. “Unless, you’re into that sort of thing, of course.” 

Not understanding what he meant by his vague statement, you shrugged it off, taking his underestimation of your abilities as a challenge you couldn’t bear backing down from. “I’ll take the quest, Mister, and I’ll bring you those seeds.” 

The guild master smiled down at you, chuckling a bit, like you weren’t in on the joke that he was so amused by. “Very well, little Miss.” He handed you the rolled-up scroll, his lips still curled into a suspicious smile. “Good luck with your quest.” 

Taking the scroll, you nodded your head at him, a smug smile painting your own face, as you turned on your heels to leave, reveling in the fact that your levels of commitment and intelligence were clearly in the upper echelons compared to the rest of the idiots that frequented the crowded guild.  

Before you could leave without any issues, a deeply familiar, incredibly cocky-sounding baritone voice interrupted your mental victory dance. “Would you look at that. Gonna handle a dungeon all on your own, eh, princess?” 

You quickly turned your head, your eyes landing on the tall, solid beast of a half-man, half-orc standing with one hand resting on his leather-bound hip, his golden eyes slowly studying your body with an almost nauseating amount of interest. “Mingi…” you sighed, the events of your last few meetings flashing through your brain, the tips of your ears turning a faint red. “Oh, you think I can’t handle a stupid quest on my own either, huh?” 

He shook his head, his shaggy silver hair falling in his eyes, forcing him to swipe it out of the way with his large ringed fingers. “Nope.” His simple response encouraged his equally large, equally intimidating party members, who were hanging out near him, to laugh and chatter amongst themselves. 

Now your hands were on your hips, getting hit by a wave of annoyance, your cheeks burning.  “Watch me.” 

Mingi took a step towards you, just to show you and anyone nearby just how much he towered over you, his lips quirking up into a shit-eating grin, still peering down at your body like he could already picture what you looked like without the form-fitting lace dress that was wrapped around your curvy body like a pretty present, one that he wanted to open as soon as possible.

“With a petite little body like yours?” He reached down to slip a finger into your hair, playing with one of the crystals that adorned it. “Yeah, so small and delicate, like a pretty little fairy, ain’t ya? Those monsters in that dungeon will swallow you whole.”

You might’ve hated Mingi to an extent, but he was good. Good at making you feel tiny and desirable, and so wet, you were afraid he’d be able to smell it from where he was standing. You closed your thighs together slightly, lowering your closed fists to your sides, leaning forward. “I-i’m not a fairy, you dumb orc! I'm an elf! And I don’t need your help!” Just as you turned around to leave, Mingi cleared his throat, making you turn your head back to glare at him. 

He placed his other hand on his hip, letting his weight shift to the opposite side, his head tilting the other way. “Sweetheart, listen, I know you’re very capable of getting what you want,” he mused, chuckling softly at the way your face scrunched up slightly in embarrassment. “But, I’m sure you could use some extra party members to back you up. Me and the boys want to help you. Won’t you let us?”

You gazed at Mingi a little while longer, before your eyes shifted to his friends, first drawn to the most elegant-looking tiefling you’ve ever seen. He had sleek skin that looked like expensive marble, his hair as white as the frost that would cover all the lands during the winter months, his heavy horns ridged and curled into an ‘s’ shape, and black as soot, his thin, pointed tail quietly slithering around in a snake-like motion behind the long black cloak that hung from his pointed shoulders. 

“That’s Seonghwa,” Mingi informed, with his arms folded across his wide tattooed chest. “Doesn’t talk much, unless it’s to cast a spell or call me stupid.” 

Seonghwa’s pretty lips formed a smirk, wrapping his arms comfortably around his slim, corseted waist, his sharp, milky eyes focused intensely on you, like he was peering through you and straight into your soul. 

“Oh, are we introducing ourselves?” someone said excitedly, your eyes following the voice upwards until they landed on the handsome face of the gentle-looking goliath standing besides the tiefling. At roughly seven feet tall, the broad man sported shiny, golden locks, pretty brown eyes, and a tribal tattoo that was plastered on his veiny neck, clad only in a thick pelt that sat comfortably around his solid waist, wearing matching furry cuffs on his thick forearms. “I’m Yunho! I like to get drunk and smash stuff. What do you like to do, elf girl?” The goliath stepped forward to shake your hand, his hand completely encompassing yours, your neck almost hurting from having to look up at him. 

“Hi, Yunho,” you replied, smiling softly, feeling a bit dizzy from your vast difference in sizes. Everything about him was just so big, you couldn't help but wonder what else was too. “I’m Y/N. I like to go on quests and collect gold.” 

“Don’t tell me we’re actually going to help a high elf,” the last party member interrupted in a low voice, sneering, showing off his large, rounded canines when you looked past Yunho to scoff at him. “And an annoying one, at that. I don’t care if she’s fuckable. This is still a waste of time.”

Yunho put a large, warm hand on your shoulder, covering it completely. “Don’t take San’s words seriously, sweet. He bullies people when he likes them.” 

The brooding barbarian folded his arms over the thick, furry pelt that covered his broad upper half, rolling his eyes, a few strands of his wild raven hair falling past his forehead. “Or maybe I just don’t like stuck-up little elven brats, ever think of that, Yunho?” His pronounced eyebrows joined together in a bout of sudden fury. “Huh? Can you even hear me up there, you oversized son of a bitch?”

A faint blush appeared on Yunho’s cheeks, smiling in San’s direction, before looking back down at you. “See? He loves me.” 

You returned his smile with a grimace. “He loves being a dickhead too, apparently.”

“Excuse me?!” San growled, about to walk up to the both of you to prove that he only loved moonshine, his trusty club, and himself. 

Mingi stepped in front of San, waving his hands around exasperatedly, wishing someone presented a dialogue skip option a long time ago, bored of the introductions. “Alright, alright, so are you coming with us, or not, princess? What’s the verdict?”

You rolled your eyes, opening the large entrance door of the guild, eventually letting out a long sigh, glancing back over your shoulder with a pout. You knew you had a slim chance of surviving without them, but you still had your pride. You let out a small hmph, annoyed when they still all just stood there waiting, encouraging you to stomp your silk shoe down on the ground, grumbling, “Ugh, are you coming, or what?”

Mingi and his friends chuckled amongst themselves and elbowed each other, amused by the amount of fiery zealousness your tiny body possessed, finishing their mugs of ale, eventually following you out of the guild and onto the dirt road. 

“Hurry up! I wanna explore this dungeon today, not during the next winter solstice!” you called out to them, already at the forest entrance, tossing your head back in an exaggeratedly annoyed fashion.

The half-orc waved his hand around nonchalantly, despite his large lower canines growing more and more visible the more he began to smile, pulling out a small pair of lace panties that had a familiar design etched into them. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get your little elf panties in a twist,” he chuckled, bringing them up to his face to take a sniff.

Your inquisitive expression melted down into one of horror, then scrunched again, this time pleading him with his eyes. “Mingi…don’t tell me you’ve kept those all this time.”

“Of course I have, princess. In fact, I jerk off with them every chance I can in your honor. I can cum real hard just from knowing I turned a high elf onto orc cock forever. I still remember like it was yesterday,” he sighed dreamily, wiping away a fake tear, like had just said the most romantic sentence even known to orckind.

“I still fuck elves, you twat! I don’t need you or your stupid orc cock!” you argued, turning away so that none of them could see how flushed you had gotten, heading into the forest by yourself.

“That’s a damn lie. You showed up to my hut like three times during the Great Hunt not too long ago,” Mingi explained, following after you, his friends following beside him. “Don’t you remember? I had to carry you home after you passed out from squirting too hard.”

“No!” you shouted from ahead of him, swearing you were going to melt into the floor.

“She’s got elven pride, that one,” Mingi sighed, admiring you from behind. “Anyway, I got her soaked panties to prove it. You want to see them, don’t ya, Hwa?” Mingi elbowed Seonghwa, who just shook his head in disappointment, while he continued smiling truimphantly to himself.

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Your group took on a range of opponents, from skeleton armies to disingenuous slime cubes that you may or may not have fallen into, able to pass through quite a few levels of the dungeon, mostly due to Seonghwa’s spell casting abilities, San’s uncontrollable rage, Yunho’s knack of destroying anything he came in contact with, and Mingi’s axe-wielding skills. Did you want to admit that to yourself? Sure. Out loud? No, of fucking course not. 

You picked off bits of pink slime that still clung to your wet form, grumbling under your breath about how sticky you felt, not even noticing that some of the slime had already absorbed into your skin. 

“Need a little help there, princess?” Mingi mused, reaching down to your shoulder and wiping off some of the slime for you, his fingers tingling once he had done so. 

“I suppose so,” you murmured, standing still so that he could continue helping you, surprisingly not even that bothered when the other members of your newfound party all gathered around you and picked or pulled off the remnants of slime that remained on your body, face, and hair. 

As you entered the next room, all five of you noticed how the tinglyness remained, how it spread throughout your bodies like a gentle ripple effect, your bodies now collectively hot to the touch, though no one said anything to each other — at least, not yet, anyway. 

“A chest!” you gasped excitedly, putting your dagger back into its respective holder and running up to the large, gold-plated chest that sat at the edge of the room, just waiting for someone to open it up and collect its contents. 

“Don’t be stupid, elven brat. Not all chests are filled with treasure. Some of them could be decoys. You know that, right?” San rested the rounded bottom of his ginormous club down onto the dungeon floor, leaning on it, raising an eyebrow at you. “Or do you only familiarize yourself with crystals and orc cock?” 

“Shut up!” You held onto the barbarian’s insult, rather than hearing him out. “You’re just saying that because you want the treasure for yourself!” You got on your knees in front of the chest, muttering, “Selfish prick.” 

“What’d you say?!” San barked, his hand squeezing around the thick handle of his weapon. 

Mingi slung an arm around San’s tense shoulders, smiling as though he was quite pleased with himself. “She’s got a mouth on her, huh?” He met San’s grimace with a shoulder squeeze. “Don’t worry, Sannie. She’s gonna learn the hard way.” 

Yunho walked up beside Seonghwa, lowering himself down to sit on the cool stone ground with a thud, wiping a bit of perspiration that had formed on his forehead. “I’ve been feeling weird since we left the slime room, Hwa. Can you cast a healing spell?” 

“Yeah, me too, now that you mention it,” Mingi called out, rubbing his sweat-covered neck with his free hand, encouraging San to open his own black furry coat, revealing an expanse of sweaty, tan, tattooed skin underneath it. 

Seonghwa nodded his head in agreement, waving his hand around in front of him, manifesting a large glowing violet pentagram into existence, which eventually disappeared after the spell had be casted completely, a faint glow still visible around the edges of your bodies. 

“Mm, I don’t really feel any different…” Mingi mumbled, his hot-blooded body even more tingly than before, starting to feel like he could fuck someone into oblivion right at that moment, even more than usual. 

Once you had opened up the chest, ignoring the subsequent pounding inside your chest and cunt, you were met by a multitude of shiny, gold coins just waiting for you to take. “Holy shit, I’m rich!” 

“You better split that with us, before I split you in half with my cock, stupid elf!” San griped from where he stood, now a bit hunched over, his words slightly slurred, not even fully realizing what he was saying. 

“Wh-what?!” you squeaked, your ears bright red, turning your head to look at the barbarian in disbelief, not even noticing when the chest in front of you began to sprout limbs, a long, slimy tongue slipping out past the gold. 

“I said, I’ll split you open–” San fully dropped his club, which resulted in a resounding thud inside the small room. He pointed an accusatory finger in your direction, blinking at you through his hazy vision, using his other hand to grab at himself through his furry kilt. “–with my big, barbarian cock!” 

Yunho pointed at you as well, wanting you to notice the big monster that was about to have its way with you. “Um, Y/N, you should…” 

“Not now, Yunho, I have to tell this idiot barbarian to suck my clit!” you informed angrily, holding your middle finger up at San, which he returned enthusiastically. 

“Oh, yeah? Then, get your fucking ass over here and sit on my face, you elf slut,” San barked back, sticking his tongue out at you, still holding onto Mingi, appearing drunker by the second — though it wasn’t alcohol running rampant through his body. It was lust. The rest of them were feeling it too. 

“Slut? I’ll show you slut,” you grumbled, about to stand up and give San a piece of your mind, your fist, and possibly your body when the mimic suddenly snatched you up with its long limbs and pinned you to the floor. “Oh my god, what’s happening? What the fuck is that?!” 

San simply chuckled, leaning his back against the cold concrete wall of the small room, trying to cool his intensely heated body down. “That’s a mimic, dummy. I’m sure you can handle it though, since you’re so tough.” 

Mingi looked to his friends, biting at his lip, noticing that none of them even attempted to assist you, more concerned with finding out what the monster was about to do to you. Even Yunho, who was the only one with any semblance of a conscience out of the entire party, somehow couldn’t bring himself to get up, instead answering to the oversized tent that was forming underneath his pelt. 

The mimic pinned your wrists together above your head with one strong hand, using the other to lift one of your legs up into the air, breathing harshly as it studied your slick cunt through your tiny lace panties, eventually licking a long stripe up your body, from your pussy up to your chest, leaving your white garments completely soaked and see-through. 

Trying desperately to free your hands from the monster’s unwavering grip, unable to prevent more slick from leaking out of you with your legs being held open, you angled your head back to look at the upside-down versions of your party, crying out, “Are you fuckers just going to sit there and watch?!” 

“Yeah…we are, sweetheart,” Mingi sighed out, still leaning on San, a few drops of sweat cascading down his flushed face. He dragged his tongue across his teeth, breathing in the flowery scent of your arousal, inhaling so deeply his bull ring shifted slightly. “I’m sure you got it handled. Just tire it out with that wet fucking cunt of yours, will ya?” 

A strong wave of pleasure pulsed through your body at Mingi’s response, looking to each of the members, realizing that they were really just going to observe as you got pleasured by the monster, getting more aroused by the second. What was wrong with you? You would’ve contemplated it more, but any thoughts you had would completely fizzle out once the mimic’s tongue came in contact with your cunt, licking you up and down in a rapid, desperate fashion. Its tongue was so heavy and hot against your pulsing cunt, you couldn’t help but cum within a few minutes, your body going limp. “Fuuuck, oh my god…” 

“Came nice and hard, didn’t you?” Mingi continued to share his filthy words with you and his party, all five of you reacting positively to it. “I can fucking smell it, princess…” His smile twisted into a faux pout, his voice dripping with lust. “That tongue isn’t enough for you though, is it? Mm-mm, not nearly enough. You need cock stuffed inside your tight elven pussy, don’t you, darlin’?”

All you could do was let out a long pathetic whine, your flushed, fucked-our face giving Mingi and the boys the answer they needed. Now that you weren’t fighting back, the mimic lifted your lower half up into the air, positioning you so that its tongue could slither inside you, pistoning it in and out of your willing hole, your upper half hanging upside down, your tits bouncing with each of the mimic’s thrusts of its wet appendage, your writhing body on display for your party members’ viewing pleasure. “I’m…going to…kill you all…for watching…” you huffed out in between moans, drool slipping out past your parted lips. 

Mingi turned his head to share looks with his friends, all of them now dealing with the same almost painful predicament. “Are you all as hard as I am…?” When they nodded, he felt a little less guilty, reaching down to rub at his leaking cock through his kilt, able to feel how stiff it was even through the thick material. He gazed down at you, biting at his bottom lip, holding onto the thick leather of his body harness, trying not to blow his load too quickly. “It feels good, doesn’t it, princess? I can hear how just how sloppy that mess of a cunt is…Do you like the way it’s fucking you senseless with its tongue? Is it filling you up just right?” 

You couldn’t believe just how turned on you were in the moment, hardly about to breathe in between your bouts of pleasure, your body beginning to sieze up when the mimic shoved its tongue as deep as it could go, causing a prominent bulge to form inside your lower stomach. “S-so good, Min, gonna cum again…” 

“Cum for us, baby, that’s it…” Mingi sighed, leaning his shoulder against San’s, noticing how he began to play with his cock through his kilt, doing his friend a solid and reaching over to stroke the base of it for him. 

Groaning underneath his breath, San reached over to help Mingi out as well, the both of them hyperfixated on the way the mimic drank up your juices as though it needed it to live. Seonghwa and Yunho were in a similar position, but instead of answering to their aching cocks, they simply watched on, the visual stimulation clearly enough for them. 

The mimic lifted your limp body upwards so that you were on your knees, with its large, agile tongue fitted in between your trembling thighs, grabbing you by the waist so that it could drag you back and forth along its long, slimy appendage. “Just like that, oh my god, it’s so–fuck–” you gasped, barely able to look at the men that were huddled around you, the new position not allowing you to hide away from their hungry gazes, your body on full display for them. 

With his hand now fully hidden underneath San’s kilt, Mingi nodded his head at you in approval. “That’s my naughty little elf girl,” he praised you in a gravelly voice, groaning at the sensation of San tugging at his dripping cock from underneath his own pelt. “Let me see you cum one more time for us, princess. Can you do that?” 

“Yes, Mingiii, I’ll cum for you,” you whined obediently, reaching down your shiny, wet body to rub your clit around through your thin, soaked panties, unable to keep your mouth closed anymore from how hard you were breathing. 

“What a good listener you are, baby. Look at you playing with your tiny little clit without me having to ask. Such a good elf girl you are,” Mingi continued to praise you, knowing exactly what made you tick, his hand squeezing around San’s throbbing length. 

San let out a higher pitched moan, his body beginning to tremble against Mingi’s. “I can’t believe you–unnh–managed to tame her so easily…” 

“It wasn’t hard, Sannie…fuck– She may be a brat, but she’s a good girl at heart…” Mingi was beginning to fall apart as well, San’s calloused hand continually rubbing along his cock enhancing the pleasure of watching you willingly playing with yourself while you rode a monster’s tongue, his party’s presence filling him with even more warmth. “Cum for us, sweetheart, show us how pretty you are when you fall apart…” 

Mingi’s praise-filled request mixed with the sensation of your puffy clit grinding along the mimic’s slick tongue sent you barreling over the edge, cumming so hard, you saw stars, barely able to grasp at the dagger that still sat inside its holster.

Meanwhile, San and Mingi both began to groan and shudder against the cool dungeon wall, shooting their hot loads onto each other’s hands and the insides of their pelts. Seonghwa and Yunho both coated their own undergarments with white, biting into their bottom lips so hard they just about broke the skin.

They were all so deep in their wells of ecstasy that they hardly even noticed when you let out a war cry and stabbed the mimic with your long dagger, rendering it dead, causing it to fade away in a flurry of sparkly, white dust, leaving a few gold pieces for you to take. 

“I told you I could fucking take care of myself,” you grimaced, shoving your items into a small pouch you had hanging from your upper thigh.

Once the post-nut clarity set in, Mingi cleared his dry throat, scratching at his prickly chin. “I mean, you did defeat the mimic on your own, so credit is due when credit is due, princess. You just used your pussy to combat it…which is just as valid as using a real weapon, don’t get me wrong–”

“Shut it!” you simply yelled, your face so hot, it probably rivaled the surface of the sun, stomping past the recovering men and pushing the next door open once it unlocked itself, wasting no time to enter the last floor of the dungeon where the supposed lujuria plant was said to grow. 

“Let’s go help her out with that plant. And remember, whatever happens, happens. Just know I’m not fucking any of you.” Mingi patted San’s shoulder, looking over to the other members of his party with a playful smile.

San smacked Mingi’s back playfully, which Mingi returned. “Let’s put that elf brat in her place.”

Mingi nodded. “Yeah, on my cock where she belongs.”

Seonghwa scoffed from beside them. “Could you be anymore crass?”

Yunho patted Mingi’s and Seonghwa’s shoulders, practically dislocating them, smiling goofily, his cheeks and face flush from the energy he exerted.  “What happens in the dungeon, stays in the dungeon, boys.”

Seonghwa quietly nodded his head in agreement, until he murmured softly, “Indeed.” 

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“Where are you, you stupid fucking plant?” you called out inside the vast, foliage-covered room, swiping at the overgrown leaves and plants that were in your way, almost tripping over a few vines that grew in and out of the broken-up cobblestone floor below your feet. 

The rest of your party followed your lead, Mingi and Yunho taking the initiative to cut down the thicker plants and foliage that stood in your way with their axes, almost completely out of breath when you finally came across a large pink plant growing in the middle of the room. 

“I’m assuming that’s it,” you said mostly to yourself, slowly walking up to the plant, impressed by its intricate petals and inviting flowery scent. “It’s not as scary as I thought it’d be. It’s almost…pretty…” 

Just as you reached out to touch it, Seonghwa opened his mouth to warn, “Wait, don’t–”

As soon as your slender fingers came in contact with one of the flower petals, the plant sent out a puff of dusty pink pollen directly into your face and the air around your party, before folding in on itself and growing comically large spikes to protect its core which contained the golden glowing seeds you needed to complete your quest. 

You began choking and coughing along with the others, reaching out blindly through the thick pollen, finding solace in Seonghwa’s arms, who began reciting a spell to lessen the effects of the plant’s attempt at self defense, but it was too late. Mind-altering desire had already set in. “Can’t breathe…can’t think…” you whispered, grabbing at Seonghwa’s chest, unbuckling his top and revealing his smooth, marble skin, henna-like tattoos decorating his jewelry-adorned collar bone. 

Seonghwa clutched your shoulders, breathing just as profusely as you were, murmuring, “Don’t think, then, silly elf,” before pressing his mouth onto yours with haste, his long, snake-like tongue slipping inside your mouth to explore it.

Strong, solid hands grabbed at your hips from behind, Mingi pulling them back so that he could grind his cock into your ass, his lips already ghosting along your neck. His deep, gravelly voice made you let out a weak moan into Seonghwa’s mouth when he sighed, “Gonna fill your cunt full of my cum, sweetheart. So fucking full.” 

“Then, I get to fill her slutty elf cunt with my tongue first,” San interrupted, already on his knees, positioning himself in between you and Seonghwa, not hesitating to tear your skirt and panties apart to access your rapidly dripping cunt. “So pink, so pretty…” He attached his drooling mouth onto your clit, sucking so roughly, your knees almost buckled underneath you, about to completely collapse when he plugged your hole up with his hot tongue. 

Seonghwa pulled away slightly, finally letting you breathe without having his tongue down your throat, instead completely shredding  the front of your dress with his talons, just in time for Mingi to groan and cup your tits, squeezing and moving them around, saliva leaking past his plump lips. “I always know exactly what your idiotic orc brain is thinking,” he sighed at Mingi, bringing his own hands up to tweak and pinch at your nipples, making you cry out. 

“Oh, yeah? Can you read my mind right now, Hwa? Can you tell that I’m about to stretch this elf’s little fuckhole wide open with my fat fuckin’ cock?” he said near your twitching, elongated ear, his hard length slipping in between your thighs to rub along the underside of your cunt, his dark eyes settled on Seonghwa’s before returning to your slick body, their hands moving in tandem to play with your tits, each getting a chance to squeeze your squishy flesh and tease your increasingly puffy nipples. 

Yunho, who was hard beyond measure and feeling a little left out, walked up to the side of you and reached down to show off his enormous cock, the slick , oversized tip an angry shade of red. He pouted down at you, letting out a small whimper. “Can you please help me out, sweet? I’m so hard, it hurts…” 

Unable to resist his puppy-dog eyes, you nodded, licking your lips, collecting his vast amounts of pre-cum at the rounded tip with your fingers, eventually using it to slick up the rest of his cock, doing your best to jerk him off with your small hands. “Does that feel good, Yunho?” 

“So good, doll,” he gasped, leaning his head back, not registering when he began to thrust his hips forward into your hands, using them like a fleshlight. 

You’re so big, Yunho, fuck– I can hardly wrap my hands around it…” you sighed out, opening your mouth to lick at the tip of his cock each time he thrusted into your hands. Your mind went blank, until you suddenly remembered that San was in between your squeezing thighs, devouring your cunt like it was his last meal, his tongue and lips wreaking havoc on your clit, his thick fingers shoved inside your pulsing hole.

“Like the way I’m eating this cunt of yours, eh, elf girl?” San mumbled in between slurps, gulping your juices down, a few dribbles of it cascading down his veined throat. “You don’t even need to answer, love. I can tell you do just from the way you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ my fingers.” San groaned deeply, watching the way you dripped for him as he continually went knuckles-deep inside you, biting his bottom lip, growling, “Cum for me. Cum all over my face, you brat. Fuckin’ do it.”

You unraveled almost instantaneously, getting your creaminess sucked off of your slit by the desperate barbarian, not even noticing that he had been jerking himself off so roughly, he had already made himself cum before you did. 

“Goddamn it, since when did high elf squirt taste so fuckin’ good?” San mumbled drunkenly to himself, licking at his swollen lips, prior to sucking your cum from his fingers noisily.

“You’ve had your fun, Sannie boy. It’s time for this little elf girl to experience the pleasure of getting broken in by real men. Hwa, you know what to do,” Mingi announced hastily, already bringing you down to the floor so that you were about to slowly take the half-orc’s cock in your cunt from behind, Seonghwa supporting your front, the tip of his tail already brushing back and forth over your swollen clit, rubbing his large, ridged cockhead on your puffy lips to slick them up with his pre-cum, his own plump lips moving at a quick pace, expertly reciting an incantation that would allow you to physically take two obscenely large cocks at once, all well as increasing your natural lubricant and allowing you access to heightened physical sensations.

“Fuck, look at you…What a good little elf girl you are, taking us both inside you like this,” Mingi sighed into your ear, reaching around your body to lazily rub your wetness into your sensitive clit. “Almost like you were made to take monster cock, huh? Not made for little elven peckers, it seems.” He pressed his hand into your lower abdomen, able to feel the pronounced outline of his friend’s abnormally large length. “Mm, that’s right. You loved being stuffed full of monster cock, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Love it, Min, so much,” you choked out, your mind going positively blank, the only thing on your mind being the insanely pleasurable stretch you felt inside your core, knowing you were quite literally filled to the brim. “Feels so good, I can’t think.”

“Why think when you can just feel good, princess?” he chuckled, rubbing your tummy in an up and down motion, feeling the outline of Seonghwa’s thick, ridged length with his calloused fingers, shuddering from the sensation of their slippery cocks rubbing along one another inside your tight, slick walls . He nuzzled your neck and the side of your face with his prickly cheek, whispering onto your skin, “M’ so proud of you, sweetheart. I broke you in before and now here you are, taking big tielfing cock in your pussy while an orc’s stuffing you just as full. What a pretty sight you are. Wish I could take a picture.”

“Oh my god, Mingi, please, it’s so–” you could hardly verbalize, your eyes just about rolling into your skull, your body pulsing with so much pleasure, you could barely keep up with what was happening around you.

Mingi routinely filled your elongated ears with more filthy words, Seonghwa gazing deeply at you, your willing hole continuing to clench around their thrusting cocks, getting stretched so pleasurably, you almost passed out from that sensation alone.

All the while, San positioned himself in from of your tits, squeezing them together and driving his cock back and forth between them, grunting and groaning each time.

Yunho gently grabbed your chin, coaxing your mouth open as wide as it would go, whispering, “That’s it, my sweet, just a little wider…” He began to feed you his cock, stuffing your mouth full and instinctively fucking your throat, your jaw already beginning to ache from the obscene girth. “You’re so tiny…can barely take it…huh?” Moaning breathily, Yunho eventually settled for fucking the inside of your gummy cheek, afraid that he would suffocate you if he continued to throat fuck you.

It seemed that this quartet had been in this exact position before. That was clear to you now. You couldn't have been more wet and willing if you tried. Getting used by two filthy men while two more watched and desperately tried to get off using your body in any way they could filled you with a sense of purpose you didn’t realize you had always sought after. 

“You want our cum in your pretty elf cunt, princess?” Mingi huffed, in between harsh, deliberate thrusts, his hands cemented on the reappearing bulge in your stomach. “Huh? You want us to make a mess of you, aye? Want to be fucked so full of our seed, you’ll give us pretty elven offspring?” 

Once Yunho freed your saliva-streaked mouth from his suffocating length and resorted to jerking himself off, you were able to reply in a fucked-out, slurred voice, “Yeah–yeah–yeah– fill me up, wan’ it all. All your cum, in me, on me, I need it, pleaseee.” 

Your willing party members’ highs all crescendoed in succession, Mingi resorting to sloppy, rough thrusts inside your tight hole until he spilled most of his load into you, his cum splashing onto Seonghwa’s cock, dripping along their lengths to form a milky rim. “Oh, fuck, that’s it…but I’m not done yet, princess…I gotta–nngh–leave my mark on my favorite elf…” He slowly pulled out with lewd pop, coaxing a few more cum shots out of his cock with a large, closed fist, watching the large milky droplets slide along your smooth skin and torn sections of your dress onto the curve of your exposed ass, his eyes creasing with clear adoration. “That’s more like it…”

“W-was that necessary…?” you murmured, trying not to cum just from the sensation of getting stuffed full of cum, sensing that Seonghwa was next in line to come undone inside you.

“Oh, my gods, I…see heaven,” Seonghwa gasped sharply, the whites of his boundless eyes glowing brightly, his lips parting to allow a shaky moan to escape. Seonghwa gripped your hips so tightly, he was bound to leave handprints, relying on slow, deliberate strokes, using your contracting cunt to milk the cum from his cock, unable to resist leaving a few drops on your clit and mound when he pulled out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna cum all over these tits, you little elven slut, take itttt,” San gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, only having to pump himself between your slick, pre-cum covered tits once more before he was able to leave thick spurts of white all over the bottom of your heated face and lips, leaving most of his load on your messy tits.

“O-oh, godddd…!” Yunho came last, and the most, closing his hands around his reddened tip, whining profusely, unable to keep himself from completely unloading all over your pretty face and hair, practically drenching you in his cum. 

Mingi reached down to cup your chin, tilting your head back so that he could get a good look at you, admiring the way their collective seed dripped off and out of you, swearing he could shed a tear from such a beautiful sight. “Look at you. My pretty princess.”

You gently nuzzled his large hand, smiling contentedly, tasting the salt of someone’s load on your lips when you licked at them. “Your pretty princess…” 

It took a while for all of you to come down and catch your breath, the effects of the pollen still practically running through your veins, but you managed to wobble your way over to the main plant and slowly pull your trusty dagger out of its holder, slashing the plant until its precious seeds dropped into your open palm. You looked down at the golden, glowing seeds, your fingers still splattered with milky liquid, reminding you of the trials you conquered to get to your ultimate goal. As you wiped your sticky face with your sleeve, you looked around at your panting, much more docile party members, wondering if it was all worth it. 

Mingi brushed some of his sweaty hair out of his eyes, noticing the way you were looking up at him, sending a cocky smile your way. “So, you’re 200 gold pieces richer, princess. How does it feel?” 

“Huh?” you questioned immediately, your fingers closing around the pouch that contained the precious lujuria seeds. “It was 1000 gold pieces. Did fucking me stupid render you stupid instead?” 

“I’m sorry, darlin’, but with each party member fee, it rounds out at 200 a person,” he corrected you, bringing you in to give you a gentle hug and a pat on the ass, chuckling delightedly to himself, his friends joining in on the amusement. “That’s still quite a bit. You can buy yourself a pretty new dress since yours is all torn and drenched in our cum, ya’ know?” He leaned his head in your direction, twiddling his large thumbs, his smile growing more lewd. "That means I can have the one you're wearing right now, yeah?"

You grimaced, your blood boiling over, already stomping your way out of the last dungeon floor, your voice still growing louder and louder the further you walked away, swearing to yourself, “This is the last time I do anything with you, Mingi! Never again. Never! EVER!” 

Mingi simply waved off at his friend’s questioning gazes, holding the seeds that you had taken from the plant inside his own hand, admiring their shimmering edges. “Don’t worry. She always comes back.” 

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Day 19 : Double Penetration : YunGi

「Title」 : Three Is Better

「Word count」 :  2.0k

-> Genre: Smut, College Au

Paring: (Mingi & Yunho) Boyfriend's YunGi x Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Hickeys. Big dick Yunho and Mingi. Light-hearted sex. Poly relationship. Swearing. Pet names. Praise from Yunho. Mingi is a moaning mess. Multiple orgasms. Protected anal sex. Unprotected sex (Mingi didn't wrap it. Woops) Let me know If I missed anything

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"Please, please. Please." You sounded like a broken record. One that had been broken by none other than the infamous bad boy Mingi and his best friend, Yunho. You were the good girl in school. You weren't popular by all means, but you weren't an outcast either. You had friends, and you did what every normal college student would do. You lived a normal life.... well, that was until Mingi, the deep-voiced boy from your musical art class, started to take interest in you.

Everyone wanted him and his friends. They were the idols of the school. But none of them were interested in relationships or flings or even hookups. Girls would lie, saying they'd been with them, but in truth, the boys were untouchable, and that made them even more desirable. Heck, they didn't even like human interaction with anyone other than their friend group. But yet when Mingi saw you, he knew he wanted you. And so did Yunho.

It became a game of cat and mouse. But in this case, it was two very large cats cornering one scared little mouse. You wanted it, though. As much as you fought it at first. You wanted the pleasure you knew they would provide. But part of you wanted to keep your dignity, not wanted to be plastered as a whore in the school. But Mingi and Yunho's reassured you that no one would come to know your dirty secret. And yet, no one would even believe it anyway if it were to get out.

So here you stand, with two large bodies holding you close in between them. Mingi's fingers were paced fast as you high came ripping closer and closer. Yunho's tongue lapped the bright purple marks on your soft skin, the ones he created so he could show others you were taken without anyone knowing who exactly gave them to you. They were both possessive over you. Learning more and more things about you and your body every time they had you in these situations.

"Mingi I..I.." You gripped his biceps, nails digging into his flesh as you could feel your orgasm approaching. Mingi just chuckled, going faster while Yunho snaked his hand from behind you to place a finger on your clit, circling it quickly in time with Mingi's thrusts.

"Fuck fuck fuck.." you swore, knees buckling, you fall into Yunho's arms, making him keep you up while they continue. Your orgasm comes quickly, Mingi letting out a chuckle at his work. You were so fucked out already and they hadn't even started yet. Yunho swopped you up, laying you on his bed while Mingi takes this time to undress, finally making you not the only one naked in the room. Yunho kisses your forehead whispering how good you were, making your heart jump at his words.

“Yunnie.” You shakily place a hand on his cheek, bringing him close so you could kiss him on the lips passionately. Yun’s hands snaked down your body, gripping your breast, giving them a squeeze. You moan into his mouth making him smile. The noises you made were always music to his ears.

“So Me or Yun first, baby? Since we chose last time.” Mingi rubbed your ankles as he stood by the end of the bed. You sat up, looking at your lover. A hard gulp ran down your throat as your tried to prepare yourself to answer him. You recently found you wanted to try a new thing but became unsure how to ask. No better time than the present, right?

“I…I want both of you..” You glance over to Yunho, “At the same time.” Mingi and Yunho could feel their dicks twitch at the idea. don’t get them wrong, they both fantasised about taking you at the same time but they didn’t want to scare you away with the act. But hearing the thought roll off your tongue, god it made them go feral. Yunho jumped up, ripping his shirt off while he jogged over to his dresser.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” Mingi shouted with a huge smile. You tilted your head in confusion as you watch Yunho strip down while he hold his fist out.

“Deal.” Yunho smirks, throwing the lube on the bed next to you before also placing his fist out. They swung, Mingi getting scissors, and Yunho getting rock.

“Fuck!” Mingi swears with a whimpering tone. Yunho laughs smugly walking over to you with pride. He lets his hand out for you to take, so he could pull you up off the bed so you can stand on your wobbly legs. Did they really just play rock, paper, scissors for who fucks you in which hol-

“Oh god….” your cheeks run a blush in a similar shade to Mingis pink hair. Yunho twirls you so you face Mingi and he could stand behind you. He kisses your neck from behind, rubbing your ass slightly before letting his hand land a smack on your soft skin.

“Next time Min. But right now, this ass is mine.” Yunho chuckles to himself.

He lathers himself up with lube and then coats his fingers again. With one finger he begins prodding at your ass before slipping it in slowly. It’s a foreign feeling and it has you squirming under his touch. He murmurs something in your ear you can’t quite make out but it’s all a blur anyways when he begins sucking at your neck. He adds another finger and he has to hold you in place. It’s almost painful but the lube is a blessing.

Mingi is suddenly in your sight, grabbing your chin to look at him. “Keep your eyes on me, I wanna see your face.”

Mingi cups your core, chuckling slightly at how wet you still were... He’s able to slip two fingers in easily and the noise that comes from your lips is something that you wouldn’t imagine. They go at two different paces and you can’t think. You forget that you’re meant to be looking at Mingi and you focus on him. Yunho has to hold you up as your knees keep wanting to give way. You have never felt this much before in your life.

“I...I feel weird..” The tingle in your gut was growing differently than any other orgasms you’ve ever experienced before. You lent more into Yunhos body, while Mingi got down on his knees so he could be face to face with your dripping pussy. His tongue licks a long strip, making you gasp out, gripping his short hair. His fingers got faster while Yunho stayed at the same pace, making your brain shortcircuit. Before you could tell what was going on, you were cumming all over mingi’s face.

“Fuck our baby just squirted,” Mingi said in amusement while Yunho chuckled against your ear, making you blush even more than you were prior. They both pulled out making you whine. You left dizzy, unable to register what was happening. All you could do was watch Mingi disappear for a second before reappearing with a towel, wiping his face clean with a smug smile plastered to it. You could hear the sound of a wrapper being opened behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Yunho rolling a condom on his thick length. He had a sweet smile but you knew this man had a dark side. He was going to enjoy ruining you.

“Okay, Min, lay back and let our baby ride you.” Mingi does what Yunho asks, laying down on the bed so you can straddle his hips. You guide his cock to your entrance and sink down on him, watching his face contort as you squeeze his length. He fills you perfectly, hitting spots inside you that make you see stars. Fuck, you swear every time you feel his cock it gets bigger. From behind, you suddenly feel Yunho’s fingers, slick from the lube, slide against your ass like he had done before. You shiver at the feeling but welcome it, angling your hips so he has better access.

“You feel so perfect squeezing me,” Mingi moans from below you, hands reaching out to grope your breasts in order to distract you from the discomfort you might feel soon enough.

“Isn’t she tight, Min. Always so good for us ?” Yunho grins, pressing a finger into your ass. You hold your breath at the feeling, but Minigi just whispers calming words to you. You relax into them as Yun slowly moves his finger. One finger becomes two, and you ride Mingi a bit harder as you warm up to the feeling. He grips your hips and guides you on his large cock, working the pleasure from you.

“Please, Yuyu, please,” you beg, leaning back up against his chest. He kisses your neck and smiles at your neediness.

“You ready for me, Darling?” he teases, thrusting his fingers at a quicker pace.

“Fuck yes, Yunho, I need you so bad.” Yun pulls you into a bruising kiss as he removes his fingers and replaces them with the tip of his cock.

“You’re doing so good for us, baby. Now be a good girl and take a deep breath.” Yunho keeps kissing you as he presses his cock further and further inside of you. Mingi helps you relax, but you can tell it’s difficult for him too. His strokes are getting messy as you get tighter around him. His release to coming quicker than he expected. Only a thin wall now separates Yunho and Mingi’s cocks, and that just turns them on even more. It turns you on even more.

They pump into you simultaneously, finding the perfect rhythm that makes your heart stutter. You’re at mercy to them, putty in their hands while their thrusts become different pacing, making it near hard to breathe.  All you can do is moan and beg, your brain becoming jelly the harder they fuck you. With their stamina, they seem to last so much longer than other men. It was like they were some type of super soldiers They bring you to orgasm after orgasm, pleasing you seems to be their only goal.

“I’m gonna come,” Mingi whimpers from below you, fingers digging into your hips with bruising force. “Please, I’m gonna come.” Yunho leans over to bite your shoulder, pumping into your ass with deeper strokes than ever.

“You gonna cum Doll? You want Min to cum inside you?” Yunho’s fingers wrap around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Oh my god, Mingi, please give it to me. Please come inside me,” you moan through your strong high, gripping onto Yun’s arm. Mingi comes on a long, drawn-out moan, sending Yunho over the edge right after. He thrusts into you a few more times before he becomes too sensitive, then they’re both pulling out.

The three of you fall into a heap on the bed, panting and sweating for a moment. Yunho kisses you deeply before shifting to give Mingi the same treatment. Yunho gets up to grab a washcloth while Mingi holds you tightly, pampering your face with sweet kisses. They take care of you sweetly. Ensuring not to irritate your sensitive skin, Yunho cleans you up, and together you and Mingi care for Yunho. Once you are all done, you flop on the bed with Yunho on his back and you half on top of him. Mingi cuddles up next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist while nuzzling his face into your shoulder. it was silent for a moment, the only things that could be heard were your bumping hearts and breathing that finally began to slow down. It was peaceful until Mingi opened his big, smug mouth.

“Ready for round two?”

You have never wanted to slap him so much as right now.

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February Filth Fest Day 22

Prompt: Masturbation Pairing: Gymrat!Yeosang x fem!reader WC: 1,760 Summary: Yeosang has an embarrassing problem. Have you ever heard of a core-gasm?

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Yeosang or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. By clicking the “Read More” you agree that you are of age to interact with my works.

TW/CW: Male masturbation, sort of subby Yeosang, lots of praise for yeosang, yeosang called handsome and big boy, reader called “hot” and has breasts. tbh not much to warn about.

 Yeosang has started wearing two pairs of pants to the gym. It’s not really a notable change to anyone, simply adding some compression leggings to a pair of sweats or loose shorts wasn’t revolutionary fashion. If anyone asked, he’d planned to joke that it was “pump cover” or something like that. As if the problem was that easily explainable.  No no, the problem had only started recently, as he worked to define his abs further. Yeosang wanted to fulfill his title of the “statue of Ateez '' to perfection. It was the addition of hanging leg lifts, pushed into the workout by his trainer, that were the culprit. Meant to better define his v-cut and improve his posture, it seemed the exercise provided other less welcome effects. In particular and perhaps most curiously, was seemingly spontaneous orgasm.  Almost always on the 2nd to last rep of the final set, as Yeosang trembled and fought against gravity, he’d feel the familiar dangerous twinge in his core. Unable to stop it, endorphins would flood him as warmth spread into his underwear. The first time it happened he jogged to the locker room to change, horrified at the thought that he’d pissed himself. It wasn’t, he hadn’t. Instead sticky white clung to him as he peeled back his clothing. Embarrassing.  And then it happened again, two days later. And it kept happening, not every time but enough. Enough that Yeosang had to wear two pairs of pants to hide the stain as it soaked through.  “I like those pants!” You remark as you pass Yeosang who is drinking feverishly from his water bottle. Track pants with snaps up the sides to the very top, mostly unfastened, allowing the fabrics to billow between his legs. “Very ‘Magic Mike’ if you wanted to just rip them off. Heeeyaw!” You mimic the motion and giggle.  Yeosang chuckles and nods, but you’re already halfway to another machine. He watches you out of the corner of his eye as you work in between sets together. Energetic yet reserved, friendly but solitary. In a way you remind him of Wooyoung. You have more of an ass though, and certainly more of a bust. He chides himself for noticing, it’s indecent of him to ogle, but it’s hard to miss how the tight spandex hugs every curve so beautifully.    “The way you’re staring at me I’m gonna think you want to fight me or fuck me,” you blurt in passing from machine to machine. Yeosang’s ears go red and he stammers.  “So sorry,” his eyes burn holes in the floor. “I was just spacing-” you’d already moved on to your set, but he keeps going, keeps apologizing and stuttering and blushing. For some reason he can’t stop himself from it, having so egregiously breached so many unspoken rules of the gym recently, he rambles on like a kid in a confession booth for the first time.  Pausing mid set, you laugh, startling him. “You’re actually really cute for a gym bro.”  This stops him, looking up at you again incredulously. “I’m not aiming for cute!”  Your eyes are kind, “oh? So you’re just naturally flusterable?” You ask as you giggle.  Yeosang’s mouth flaps open and closed, unable to form a coherent sentence.  “Okay handsome, I’m going to go finish up on the treadmill if it’s all the same to you.”  It’s your turn to stare as Yeosang finishes up his workout, rounding out with leg raises. He’s really beautiful when he does each exercise, nose crinkling with effort as his muscles shake. Closing his eyes and knitting his brow, his pouty lips begin to tremble, jaw slackening. All of his muscles seem to seize at the top of the leg lift, eyes flying open as he lets out the most pitiful whine.  Yeosang’s expression changes from pleasure to panic as you look at each other. He starts to try to scuttle away, tail between his legs as he strategically speed walks to the locker room.  The room has never felt farther than it does as Yeosang feels you breathing down his neck. The sanctuary of the men’s locker room where he can clean up the mess he’s made both literally and figuratively. Maybe even cancel his membership as he sits in a stall.  A small hand with a firm grip gets his shoulder as he reaches the door.  “Did you just cum?”  “Don’t ask that so loud,” he whimpers. “Someone could hear you.”  “Who? The teen at the front desk with his headphones in? There’s not exactly a ton of people here right now. But wait,” you shake your head, “you didn’t answer, did you cum?”  Feet stuck to the ground by a supernatural magnetic force, Yeosang nods shamefully with a high pitched whine. “It just happens sometimes, it’s not- I’m not a perv.”  “But you aren’t even hard,” you start to wonder aloud, eyes locking to the crotch of his pants. Yeosang is fully flushed, beat red from his chest to the tips of his ears.  “I know, it’s so-it looks like I-” Yeosang stutters, his cock twitching in interest so suddenly he jolts a bit more upright. It’s a small comfort that if anything you look fascinated by him instead of horrified or angry. Your hand migrates down his arm, tracing a vein from his bicep to his wrists where he fears you can feel his pulse pounding wildly.  “Show me. Can you do it again?”  Yeosang’s eyes roll back as blood flows into his rapidly engorging member. If the post workout high didn’t have him dizzy, this certainly did. The husky purr to your tone melodically curling around his ears. It’s the opposite reaction that he’d never planned for. All of the time he’d rehearsed in his head what to do if someone noticed but never had he thought about if a person wanted him to do it again. He starts to shake his head, he’d only ever done it once a workout. “You wanna see me cum?”  “I’m sorry if i’m being too forward but I’m-I’m interested,” you stammer, the weight of your question finally hitting you like a ton of bricks. “I thought you-sorry if i misread-”  It’s Yeosang’s turn to panic, eyes wide as his hands spread open palmed in front of him. “Ah! No! I’m-I’m-you’re-” he gulps, mouth dry as the desert. Brow furrowing he doesn’t even register the decision he makes. It happens so fast. He tugs you with him, back pushing through the locker room door, into a stall. “I’ve only ever done it once like that but I can-”  “I could help!” You offer as you watch him tug his first layer of pants off his body. There’s a large splotch, not obvious on the black fabric from afar but mere inches away its hard to miss the shiny dampness of the area. Instinctively you reach forward to touch him, already at half mast and growing.  Yeosang nearly yelps, “no! If you do I’ll-” the blush on his cheeks darkens, “you’re really hot.”  You smirk, “okay then handsome, I’ll watch.”  Unceremoniously, Yeosang tugs the second pair of shorts and his boxers down to his thighs, the mess of cum and sweat still coating his pubic area and cock. Purple and blue veins run prominently up his member all the way up to the flare of his red tapered tip. He pulls his tight black tanktop up enough to expose the muscles of his torso. Taut abs, defined vlines and muscles you didn't even know the name of all on full display as he drags his fingers up the underside of his shaft.  “God you’re beautiful,” you murmur, sinking to your knees in front of him.  His eyelids flutter and quads tense, the refractory period is much shorter than he thought. “Ah! Ha, you-you-too,” Yeosang gasps and giggles at the same time, leisurely pumping his cock. “Your tits are really-oh my god- from here- they’re so-” he shudders and gasps, a weak spurt of precum erupting from the tip.  You scoot closer to better admire him. His hands are just as veiny, large around his equally girthy member. “Where’d you hide all that?”  He whines a tiny high pitched sound from the back of his throat. You can see his abs tense and kick his diaphragm up as a wave of endorphins hit. Almost a direct opposite of his ripped physique, the vocalizations that escape him are small and squeaky, the product of both pain and pleasure.  “You like it when I call you handsome? When I tell you how big and thick your cock is?”  “Ghnughn- yes,” he chokes back a moan. The praise immediately goes to his head, his grip tightens and pace speeds up.  “Moan more for me, you sound so pretty.”  A guttural groan escapes from him as he shakes, followed shortly by a hiccuped inhale. “I’m close.” His cock is almost purple with engorgement, precum flowing out of the tip easily. Hips working in tandem with his fist, the sounds of his whining and mewling that flood the bathroom are unmistakable.  “Hurry, cum. Cum for me,” you urge him, scooting just a bit closer, close enough to feel the warmth of the air around him.  “Shit- wha-where-”  “On me on my face on my tits, wherever you want, big boy, coat me in it.”  The twinge of desperation in your voice sets him off. He’s beautiful when he cums, head tilting back to expose his muscular neck and sharp jaw, drawn out high pitched whimper is the cherry on top. A forceful jolt of release erupting forth from him and coating your cheek, hot and sticky. The next spurt drops from your jawline to your tits which is quickly followed by another volley aimed squarely at the center of your chest.  Yeosang’s vision swimming he could swear he still saw you slowly rubbing the liquid against yourself, lifting a finger to your mouth to clean it with your tongue. The thought makes him nearly black out, hand slamming into the wall of the stall to catch his balance.  “Which locker is yours?” Your breath is hot on his ear. He didn’t even know you’d stood up. His head swims again under the spell of your proximity.  “117.”  “Wait a sec before you come out, it’ll look less suspicious.”  He nods, and collapses back onto the toilet, he needs to collect himself anyway. The entire encounter feels like a fever dream, it’s not until your note falls out of his locker that he starts to concede maybe it wasn’t.

Sorry this is so late. Lightly based on someone at some point saying “what if Yeosang cums when he works out.” I don’t remember where i saw this but whoever you are, yeah, what if?

FFF day 11: impregnation

Working On One More

Yunho/reader

word count: 2.2k

masterlist  fff masterlist

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation, established relationship, fingering, talk about babies, unprotected sex, Jeong Yunho has a breeding kink, multiple rounds/orgasms, mirror sex, belly bulge

this was self indulgent as fuck. enjoy

This was something you and Yunho had been planning for a while, but there seemed like no better time than now. The two of you had just landed for your honeymoon, and after so many years with it being just you two, you had decided it was time for a baby. It certainly helped that not too long after you started dating Yunho you had quickly discovered his little breeding kink. Honestly, it surprised you that you hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. Your husband’s recovery time was insane and the man went nearly feral whenever you slyly ask him to knock you up.

But that brought you to now, waiting naked on your shared bed for him to come back to the suite from his morning swim. The man certainly loved his exercise and his physique was one of the things you loved about him, so you didn’t hold it against him. Plus, you two had the whole week to make sure he knocked you up.

You did however start to get impatient, your hand drifting between your parted legs. You found yourself already soaking wet from imagining what he was going to do to you this coming week. It wasn’t hard to imagine him running through the door, swim shorts low on his waist and that wild look in his eyes that you loved. His hand would yank you towards him, rushing to pull down his shorts, skin still damp. How he’d either bury his face between your legs or thrust his long fingers inside you.

You went with his fingers, trying desperately to recreate the feeling with two of your own, but whining in frustration when you couldn’t reach the pleasant depths he could. You settled for rubbing your clit, slow circles as you imagined how he’d finger you. 

Starting with one. He’d sink one into you, curling it up to stroke over your g-spot, having your body jerk in response. How he’d nip at your neck and shoulders. Or maybe move down, leave marks all over your breasts as he growled about how good they’d look full of milk for his baby that he was going to put in you.

One of your hands came up to pinch at your nipple, playing with it as you increased the pace of your fingers on your clit. 

Yunho never stuck with one finger for long, usually sliding in a second or even jumping straight to three quickly. He’d made you cum on his fingers countless times, but both of you preferred when you came on his dick. 

You were so lost in the sensation of your hand grasping at your breast, the circles you were tracing on your clit, and the fantasies playing in your mind that the feeling of two long fingers sliding into you made you gasp and jerk upright. The sight of your husband smirking at you as he slid his fingers back and forth inside you had you crying out his name. When he got back you weren’t sure, but damn were you happy to see him. Almost as happy as he was to see you, judging by the tent in his swim shorts. 

Yunho’s brown hair was damp, hanging across his forehead as his eyes scanned your body. It was as if his eyes didn’t know where to focus. On your face, mouth open as gasping his name, or his fingers, swallowed whole by your soaking pussy, or your hand grabbing desperately at your breast.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” His voice was low, almost gravely as he scissored his fingers inside you. 

“You, Yunho,” you choked out as his smirk widened.

“What about me, love?” His fingers quicked upwards again and you choked on your next words.

Taking a deep breath you looked him in the eye. “Your dick in me, fucking me. Cumming in me. Being filled with your cum and knowing it’s knocking me up as we go round after round after round.”

His movements stopped as he froze, staring at you with wide, wild eyes. His stillness seemed to last an eternity before he was jumping up, yanking his shorts down, and thrusting into you as fast as he could.

You gasped, head thrown back as he buried himself into you, leaning over your frame to growl in your ear. “I don’t care that we’re in a beautiful place like this, you’re not leaving this suite all week.”

His hips started snapping into yours, one of his hands reaching up to knock your hand away to grab your breast causing your hands to grip onto his broad shoulders. “You’re going to be pregnant by the time we go home, I’ll be sure of it. I’m going to fuck you over every horizontal surface I can, maybe against the walls, who knows. But I’ll be damned if I let you out of my sight or off my cock.”

Yunho’s words had your eyes rolling back into your head. Your trembling hands raked scratches down his back as he kept talking in your ear while he moved his hips expertly, reaching the deepest parts of you. “I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant. And you’re not going to waste a single drop.” 

One of his hands came up to grasp your jaw, tilting your head so you had no choice but to stare at him as he fucked you as hard as he could. “You’re not leaving until I’ve emptied every load I possibly can into that hungry little cunt of yours.”

His hand on your jaw migrated down to rub his fingers over your clit. His movements combined with his filthy words and incredibly precise thrusts had you hovering just on the brink of your first orgasm of what were sure to be many if you believed what your husband was saying. And you did. 

“You’re gonna cum for me. Then, I’m going to keep fucking you until it’s lunch time. Don’t think you’re off the hook, though. You’re going to sit on my dick while I feed you lunch like the little princess you are,” his hips were moving at what felt like an inhuman speed. They were slamming to yours as you whimpered and clung to him for dear life. His voice was nothing more than a growl when he spoke next. “Now cum.”

And you did. Hard. It left you gasping for air. You knew your nails were digging into his back hard, but he’d always liked a little pain. His groans were breathy as you tightened around him, lost in your own pleasure while he pushed forward, chasing his. 

When you started squirming away from his fingers still on your clit, he moved them away, grabbing your waist instead. He pushed his body up and away from yours to sit up on his knees, using his hold on you to angle your hips up. Then, he really went to town. If you had thought his pace before was brutal, this was worse. But in the best way possible.

Yunho’s hips were battering into yours, his dick rubbing against your walls causing you to cry out. You were chanting his name, clutching at the bed sheets as you took everything he gave you.

“Fuck, Y/n, baby,” he panted, sweat dripping from his brow as he tossed his head back. You nearly fainted as you looked down to where the two of you were joined, only to have your view obstructed by the sight of your lower abdomen bulging slightly with every one of his thrusts into you.

The strangled moan you let out was anything but graceful, although it drew his attention to where your gaze was. The noise that left him at that sight was almost as bad. As soon as he saw the bulge he was cumming.

“God, fuck, fuck Y/n,” Yunho’s hips jerked, his grip on you tightening as he came. You could feel him, wet and warm inside you and you gasped out another moan, panting his name.

Yunho fell forward when he was done cumming, covering your frame with his as his lips met yours in a lazy kiss. The two of you stayed like that for a while, lips and hips connected as you simply held each other, appreciating the closeness and intimacy. 

He eventually parted from you, lifting himself up to slowly ease out of you. Both of you winced at the friction when he moved, still a little oversensitive from your orgasms before.

You couldn't help but giggle as Yunho immediately lifted your hips, shoving a pillow under your ass to make sure none of his release dripped out onto the sheets. He was still settled between your spread legs, slowly stroking the skin of your thighs.

“Don’t laugh,” he pouted as he crossed his arms and pretended to glare down at you. “We have a mission here.”

Now you were really laughing hard. Your laughter was abruptly choked off when Yunho’s long fingers connected with your pussy, dragging up the length to collect some of his cum that had leaked out of you. He gathered it on his fingers before sliding them inside you.

It was his turn to chuckle, smirking down at you. “Gotta make sure that stays where it belongs.” 

You were panting again. Yunho was steadily scooping up any of his cum that was leaking out of you and pushing it back in. On every push in he made sure to stroke his fingers along your walls, tutting disapprovingly when you clenched around him at the feeling and consequently caused more cum to drip out. 

Yunho’s eyes were fixed on you, watching every twitch of your limbs and the rapid rise and fall of your chest with dark eyes. His tongue came out to wet his lips as he shoved more and more of his cum inside you, pausing to wipe the remnants off his dick that was nearly fully hard again. 

Something in him seemed to crack because in a heartbeat he was flipping you around onto your stomach and lifting your hips in the air. He gave you no more warning before lining up and slamming into you.

You gasped at the intrusion. Yunho was pistoning in and out of you, holding your waist to keep you steady as he watched his dick bury inside of you over and over.

“You take me so well, Y/n,” one of his hands shot out to wind its way into your hair. He tugged and used his new grip as more leverage to slam you back on him. “Always so ready for more of my cum. Can’t wait to see the baby I put in you.”

Your mouth was open, your eyes closed, and moans joining the sound of his grunts and slapping skin. Yunho’s thrusts were literally punching the air out of your lungs with every inward thrust. 

Yunho pulled harder on your hair, dragging your body up to lean against his. He sat back on his heels, bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts. His hand in your hair moved to hold you by the throat while the other settled over your stomach.

His lips were pressed to your ear when he spoke. “Look, baby, look at us.”

Your eyes opened, and a breathless moan made its way out of your mouth at the sight before you. The mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed was facing you, giving you a fantastic view of your body cradled by Yunho’s bigger one. Your hair was a mess and you looked positively fucked out.

“Yunho!” you cried, hands scrabbling to hold onto him behind you.

“Cum,” he growled, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Cum and I’ll put a baby in you. Do it for me, Y/n.”

Your hands came up to hold his forearm as his hand gripped your throat harder. It was impossible to control the spasming of your body as you shuddered through another orgasm. It rocked you. The only thing keeping you from falling face first into the bed was Yunho’s tight hold on you. 

Your whole body shook, eyes closing as you came. Yunho kept thrusting through it, pushing and pulling you hard onto his dick as he chased his own orgasm. 

He reached it with a gasp of your name. His hips jerked while his hands held you down on him, keeping your body locked as close to his as he could.

As you both came down slowly, Yunho moved his hand from your throat to wrap around you, making sure to keep you upright before he shifted to lay both of you down on the bedspread. His dick stayed inside you while he held you to him. 

He laid kisses against your hair and cheek while you caught your breath. Yunho gave a soft, satisfied sigh as his left hand brushed over yours, fiddling with your wedding ring.

The two of you laid there, content to just cuddle. At least, until there was a knock at the suite door, a muffled voice calling out ‘room service’.

Yunho gave you a wicked smile as he pulled out to throw on clothes. As he was headed out of the bedroom he turned to glance at you. 

“I meant what I said earlier about lunch, baby.”

Back To Sleep: Feb Filth Fest day 2

CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, Somnophilia (consensual), oral (fem receiving), late night sex, unprotected sex, (do it safe y’all),fem! reader, chubby reader with thick thighs, praise, body worship, sexual language, use of the word cunt, pet names (baby girl, baby, pretty girl), smut under the cut, enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not believe the members of Ateez would act like this irl, nor is this meant to be a representation of the members or their personalities. It is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Words: 862

It was dark in your apartment. A comfortable silence encased your cozy little corner of the world. The soft pitter patter of rain was the only noticeable sound in the house, save the almost undetectable snores of you and your boyfriend, who had gotten stuck at your place during the storm. You both had agreed he should stay the night, and go to work in the morning from your place, since it was closer to your apartment anyway. 

Seonghwa seemed to be currently having a hard time getting sleep though. He couldn’t tell what was troubling him, but he could feel that something wasn’t right. Shifting to lay on his side, Seonghwa sensed movement, his mind immediately going to you. Maybe that was it. You were moving around, and he probably picked up on your restlessness. That was it. He sleepily pulled you closer to him, murmuring in his half sleep state. “Baby, stop moving, I wanna sleep.” Mistake number one. The feeling that something wasn’t right had struck again, only this time, it was closer. “What in the-” Seonghwa opened his eyes, blinking a few times before scanning his surroundings. He quickly found out the source of the problem. 

It was you. Unable to keep still in your sleep, your thigh was rubbing against him unconsciously, causing a tent to form in his pants. “Fuck that’s gonna be a problem.” Seonghwa hissed as your thigh brushed up against him again. He tensed when he heard you say his name in your sleep, gripping his shirt for dear life. “Seonghwa, please…“  So that was it. You were the one having a wet dream. Seonghwa was half flattered that you were dreaming about him, but half annoyed that the now had a boner, and he couldn’t exactly move away from you to take care of it in the bathroom without waking you. And if you kept moving your thigh, he was sure he’d lose his mind.

Carefully shifting so that he was hovering over you, Seonghwa took in what you had worn to sleep. Your favorite pair of sleep shorts, and a shirt that you’d taken from Seonghwa’s closet. He cursed under his breath when he saw the wet spot in the center of your shorts. Seeing you like this, in his clothes, dreaming of him, and calling his name in clear need made your boyfriend snap. Gently tugging your shorts down your legs, he cast them off to the side. 

He took in the sight of you, his mouth watering as your arousal dripped down your plush thighs. Seonghwa couldn't resist leaning forward, and pulling you closer to his mouth. His tongue parted your lips, and he lapped at your hole before licking his way up to your clit. He sucked on it, swirling his tongue, twisting it just the way he knew you liked. He heard you get louder, your moans and cries of his name being like music to his ears. He kissed you clit once, before spreading your lips again, this time pushing his tongue into you. His thumb toyed with your pearl, while he fucked his tongue into you. He explored your walls with fervor, desperate for your release on his tongue.

"Hwa, please- too, too much" you stuttered. Ahh, so you were awake now? Seonghwa hummed against you, and rubbed you clit faster. Your orgasm hit you hard, your thighs closing in on his head as he helped you ride it out. You barely recovered before you felt something heavy against your leg. "Princess, I adore the way you taste. But I need more. Can I?" Blinking up at your boyfriend, you realized through your sleepy, post orgasm haze what he was asking. "Go ahead Hwa." That was all he needed. Spreading your legs wide, Seonghwa slowly pushed into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He pushed your legs up, placing them over his shoulders. He needed you to feel all of him, feel exactly what you did to him.

He started to move, his hold on your legs tight as he pounded into you. "You know, you'd think I'd get used to the way you sleep by now. Always moving your cute ass around, making me want you more than I already do. You drive me insane." Seonghwa started picking up speed, using the angle of his hips to fuck you deeper into the mattress. “Your body was made for me, fuck. You’re so fucking gorgeous baby girl.” He moved your legs off his shoulders, pausing only to hook them around his waist. He took your hands in his, resuming his previous pace. 

“Your pretty little cunt takes me so well. Always sucking me in so readily, you’re so  good for me. So easy. A pretty pussy for a pretty girl, my pretty girl.” Seonghwa felt you clench around him, a smirk playing on his face. “You like being my good, pretty girl, huh baby?” Seonghwa leaned down, kissing up the side of your neck. “Love it so much Hwa, please don’t stop, ‘m so close.” Seonghwa soothed you, softly kissing your lips. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fuck this pretty little pussy right back to sleep.”

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Tags: @minhyuuk, @atinyszn​, @hijeongguk​, @k-drizzle​, @hwalysm, @treasure-hwa​, @mintmoose64​

Our Beginning

February Filth Fest - 3; honeymoon sex/impregnation kink

group : ateez

pairing : husband!mingi × reader

genre : smut

word count : 4.6 k

warning : mdni, explicit sex, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n : sorry this took a while, i've been really swamped with trying to function like a human being and even now i still can't

buy me coffee ?

You plopped onto your bed, bouncing on the fluffy material as your new husband walked through the door of the honeymoon suite, a grin on his face as he chuckled and shook his head at your antics. "Barely married to me for a day and you're already tired?" He joked as he closed the door. You propped your body up and looked at him with a giddy smile, "I love hearing that," you stated, biting your bottom lip to prevent yourself from giggling like a schoolgirl. "Hearing what? Me asking if you're already tired of me?" Mingi asked, not sure what you meant.

It was possible that you married the dorkiest, most clueless guy ever, but damn if that was not one of his best qualities. With a roll of your eyes, you kicked your right shoe in his direction, letting it topple off somewhere after missing his leg. "No, silly! I mean hearing that you are married to me," you pointed out, making Mingi chuckle at his mistake and walked over to you whilst nodding. "I'm sorry baby, silly me for not understanding what you meant," he scolded himself, playfully slapping his own arm gently before stopping right in front of you to take your left leg in his grip gently, the movement caused your maxi beach dress to move with gravity and dropped to reveal half of your thigh, "Will you forgive your silly little husband?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to look at you innocently as the slowly took off your left shoe, allowing your toes to relax.

The way Mingi said "your silly little husband" sounds so melodious to you. You loved the way it sounded and your heart just fluttered that you both were joined forever. "I will if my silly little husband would kiss me," you slyly smirked, beckoning him with your pointer finger to get his face close to yours. Your lips melded with his, sharing a soft and love-filled kiss as you enjoyed the feeling of each other. "Although," you started as you pulled away slightly from him, "I know for a fact that you, my husband," you couldn't help but giggled at the title which caused him to crack a happy grin, "is not so little." Mingi's ears twitched at the connotation behind your words and he was just about to pounce on you when you sneakily slipped away from under him. "Hey!" Mingi called out, pouting that you evaded him as you giggled and happily trailed off to the balcony of the villa.

Bali was a great choice for your honeymoon. The villa the boys set you up with was amazing and directly faced the beach. It was well into the evening and while it was pretty late, you could still see people at the beach. Perched on the balcony to feel your first night in Bali, you felt the fresh salty air gently caressing your skin, and the difference in the weather felt nice because Seoul is usually cold and even the summer nights are humid. But this, this felt nice.

Without you realizing it, Mingi slipped behind you and surprised you with a peck on your cheek, making you squeal loudly, surprising some people passing by the trail to the beach. "Don't do that!" You scolded with a giggle, completely negating your apprehension of him pranking you in such a dangerous position, "Sorry, honey, you just look so vulnerable, I had to take you," he playfully growled before ducking down to gently bite at the skin of your neck, causing you to let out another squeal that you were thankfully able to suppress. "Mingi!" You tried scolding again, waiting for him to pull away but instead, he peppered more kisses around the area he occupied. "Baby," you scolded lightly, but you made no move to pull him off of you and instead enjoyed the feeling of him encompassing you. Mingi noticed this almost immediately, how instead of complaining and pushing him off of you, your chest arched and your head was thrown back instead, eyes closed in full enjoyment even to the point of basking in the attention of your new husband.

Seeing you being so pleasured, Mingi took your current state of bliss to his advantage. Pushing forward so your lower back was pressed onto the railing, Mingi slipped a hand under your skirt to grip at your thigh and even pushed it up to open you up to him. Your eyes widened and you suddenly became very aware of how public the place actually was despite the privacy of your room in your line of sight. "Okay, we're not doing this here," you stated, trying to get your leg off of Mingi's grip as quickly as you could along with trying to push Mingi off of you, but his grip was just too possessively tight on you. Mingi unlatched himself at you momentarily and you expected him to pout and whine as per usual but instead, you were met with him cockily smirking at you, an eyebrow raised as his grip instead of loosening, only got tighter to show how he didn't want to let you go.

"No, I think I'd like to show these strangers who you belong to," he said as he leaned down, lips hovering above yours, "After all, you ARE my wife," he chuckled before diving down and taking your lips in his. You were of course still worried that you both could be seen by anyone at any time and either realize it or not. Being with Mingi, with his reputation, you were always so used to keeping your privacy, living on the down low, and ensuring that your safety would not be jeopardized. Sure, the both of you are no one in Paradise Island, no one has to know anything about any of you and it's easy to assume that no one would care about either of you. Besides, experiencing living precariously in a place where you can actually risk being precarious was just too sweet to not consider.

"Oh... I see your resolve wavering," Mingi teased, chuckling into your skin. You smacked his shoulder in protest and pouted as you looked down at him, not pleased that he was poking fun at you like that, "Hey, do you want this or not? I can just go back in and sleep off the flight. 10 hours is not short, I would LOVE to wash the air travel grime off of me because did you even see the-" Your words were easily cut off by Mingi kissing you again, silencing you to prevent you from rambling over things he knew you didn't even care about in the first place. "Okay baby, I'm just gonna make love to you right here right now," he said against your lips, hands quickly working to take your panties off in one swift move. It wasn't until the garment was off of you that you even realized you had been wet this whole time. , hands quickly working to lift your skirt up and take your panties off in one swift move. It wasn't until the garment was off of you that you even realized you had been wet this whole time. The sudden breeze hitting your arousal smeared pussy sent you shivering. How you managed to not realized how wet you were, you can't really explain. But truth to be told, you couldn't really complain about the realization as the tingle actually felt quite nice.

Noticing your reaction, Mingj couldn't help but chuckle at how adamantly against having sex in the balcony you were mere minutes ago and how now you looked straight out of a playboy magazine spread. He noticed how your thighs clenched to prevent the breeze from nipping at your lower lips again and he just found it utterly adorable but at the same time, sexy. "Bali night breeze looks great on you, honey," he said, pecking your lips as he stuck two of his fingers between your legs, pressing the pads straight on you to feel just how wet you were. "You know what would be even more amazing than honeymoon in Bali?" He asked, lips pressing onto the skin of your cheek aa he softly caressed you, his fingers and your cunt making sloppy, sloshing sound that triggered blush to rise to your cheeks. "What would be m- oh- oh... more amazing t-than honeymoon in Ba- a-ah- li?" The pleasure given by Mingi reduced you into a stuttering mess. Mingi leaned down to your level and blew air to your earlobe that made you shiver from the tingly feeling, "If we come home from our honeymoon in Bali with my baby in your belly," he teased, voice vibrating with desire.

Just in a blink of an eye, you found yourself being flipped olinto a new position. He had flipped you so you were facing the beach, ass jutting out and legs spread to accommodate him. The sound of the metal buckle of his belt clinking made your hands tighten on the railing in anticipation. The mixture of both neediness and fear of getting caught was doing wonders for you specifically. "Mingi, please!" You whined, wanting- needing him to be in you as soon as possible. With a playful roll of Mingi's eyes, he pushed his tip inside your slick hole, shutting you up with a gasp. "Love it when you make those sounds," he teased, chuckling as he positioned your hands on your covered waist. Even through the material, you could feel how warm Mingi's hands are and how rough the pads of his fingers are and it truly contrast the gentle way he was holding you, full of care as if you could break but tight enough to remind himself that you were his. And what would prove that you belong to him even more? By putting a baby in you.

He pushed in slowly, hissing through clenching his teeth as he felt your tight pussy clenching him. You on the other hand were trying to hold in your moan from your bitten bottom lip. No matter how much you've taken him before, you still needed time to get used to having him inside you every time. It wasn't painful, it no longer became painful, but it was overwhelming how he was able to fill you just right, not too much that you needed to prep everything beforehand but just enough that you could enjoy being consumed by the feeling of him.

The drag of his cock was slow and steady at first, a showcase of wanting to completely enjoy each other before actually getting lost in trying to climax. "God, if fucking you is this good, imagine fucking you when you're pregnant with my baby," Mingi moaned after accidentally bucking his hips onto yours. "Do you only wanna fuck me because you wanna get me pregnant just so you could fuck a pregnant woman?" You managed out through your choked breath to which Mingi replied almost immediately, "Can you blame me?" Talking about him getting you pregnant from the amount of sex you both will have during your honeymoon honestly roused you more. Maybe it was your pleasure-induced haze, maybe it was Bali, but you suddenly began thinking of places you both could fuck in public. Private cabanas, out on the sand of hidden beaches, waterfalls, in the bathroom of Beachwalk in Kuta, or even on the side of the road of your rental car. The possibilities are endless and honestly, somehow the thought of conceiving the physical form of your union made your stomach flutter. Now that's an interesting way of finding out you have a kink.

Mingi soon sped up, his right hand reaching for your hair to grab on it gently, pulling you backwards carefully as to not hurt you but the tug was so your back was flushed against his chest. His body pressed onto yours tightly so your body was flushed on the railing with his hands enveloping yours, fingers intertwining with yours. You had to open your legs slightly wider whilst at the same time have to tip toe a little to accommodate Mingi's height but it was worth it. The thrust he was giving you, the way his cock was dragging in and out of you, coaxing your climax so he could reach his too. You felt a little more comfortable im the new position though, you were closer than before and looked less conspicuous. Although, if people looked closely, took a closer notice, they would be able to see the obvious ecstasy in both of your faces, soft gasps leaving your lips and Mingi grunting as he pounded on you. The feeling of his warm body contrasted the coldness of the air especially between your legs, where your thighs were slicked with your running juices, you were sweating but you were shivering slightly.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum inside," Mingi said, groaning into your ear, trying his gardest not to yell it out loud. You frantically nodded, wanting to tell him that you were close too but you know you couldn't trust yourself to not scream and announce to the whole villa complex that your new husband was taking you so good on your first night as a married couple. Mingi resolved to burying his face into your shoulder as he continued bucking his hips frantically into yours. You couldn't even care about the general public possibly hearing or seeing you both fuck anyways, not when you're so close to being filled up by your husband. "I'm gonna make sure you get pregnant from this one," Mingi added, sound slightly muffled from having his mouth covered by your shoulder but you heard it loud and clear. His words was enough to send you reelimg over the edge, toes curling and hands flying to your mouth to prevent yourself from squealing out loud as you trembled and came. The grip your pussy had on Mingi's cock and your thighs had on his limbs made it hard for him to move and he wanted to try but he wanted to cum more than anything. So as you were still riding your high, Mingi did his best to buck his hips more, thrust more, not even realizing that he was overstimulating you and was making it hard for you to keep silent. But finally he came and as he promised (not that he could help it), he came inside you, painting your insides white with his seed.

The both of you stayed in the same position for a while, basking in the post-sex euphoria and it was even better now that you both were joined in marriage. You both were forever entwined. You both were starting a new path together.

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Rockstar

Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto (NCT) x Fem!Reader; Genre: strangers to lovers?, enemies to lovers?, SMUT; Rating: nsfw, MDNI, 18+; Warnings: mentions of cigarettes, bars/clubs, alcohol, SMUT -> fingering (f receiving), orgasm denial, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, mentions of safety precautions, rough oral, hints of actual sex, hints of hate sex; Wordcount: 1.750

Summary: You had worked your butt off to get somewhere as a reporter. So when you got offered to interview the famous rockstar Yuta, you immediately agreed, excited to meet someone like him and dig up some dirt.

Event: February Filth Fest - Track 6: Dacryphilia held by @thelargefrye and @sanjoongie

A/N: Had this idea sitting on the back burner for a long time. So I am very glad it has now a time to shine with this fest! Also loosely inspired by Rock of Ages (I wanna know what love is).

You scrunched your nose from the heavy smell of smoke lingering in the air. It actually surprised you that you didn't see grey clouds of it wafting through the bar.

Your gaze wandered over the room, seeing tons of girls, boys, women and men alike standing in the middle of it, screaming their lungs out for one person only.

Yuta Nakamoto.

Renowned Rockstar with a voice of a siren. A voice that captivated everyone who listened to him. 

It didn’t surprise you to see him having so many fans, nor did it surprise you to see such a wide range of fans. What actually surprised you was the fact of his clean vest. No rockstar could be that pure and you were there to prove that.

Yuta performed on stage, singing his heart out, flirting with the crowd - simply being effortlessly talented.

As the show neared its end a manager pulled you backstage, guiding you to one of the occupied rooms.

While this establishment usually was a bar with several rooms for pool, dart or any other kind of gaming, those rooms turned into improvised backstage dressing rooms for the star.

The manager asked you to wait in one of these rooms, shortly after leaving you alone again. You turned around your own axis, noticing strewn around clothes, a tray with glasses and a bottle of alcohol, cigarettes and a variety of accessories.

You jumped slightly and clutched the camera you held in one hand tighter when the door behind you opened all of a sudden and the cheers became louder again.

Yuta walked into the room, brushing through his hair with one of his hands. He held a small towel in his other hand, wiping around his neck to get rid of some of the sweat. His skin felt sticky and glistened in the dim lighting of the room. “You must be the reporter”, he grinned and closed the door behind him.

“That I am.”

“I assume you’re here to dig some dirt up. Some dark secrets or a gruesome past I might hide.” Yuta walked around the room, somewhat ignoring your presence as he poured himself some alcohol. He even took of his top and threw it on the ground, rubbing the towel loosely over his upper body.

“Well, is there something you might be hiding?” You questioned him, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him. You even crossed your arms in front of your chest, disliking the fact he had you figured out so easily.

Yuta chuckled and turned around to look at you. He leaned against a pool table and tilted his head, holding the glass of alcohol in one hand while the other rested besides his body on the table. “Getting straight to the point. I like that.”

Without giving you even a chance to respond he retold his whole life up to the point he was right now - standing in front of you and telling you every detail you would ask for.

You stared at him, feeling somewhat dumbfounded. This was not what you had expected when you were told to interview a rockstar. 

“I do not have any secrets, sweetpea.” Yuta chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip of the liquid. “And you must have quite the memory since you’re not taking any notes.”

You opened your mouth about to retort something but closed it again, unable to find anything you could actually say. Like a fish out of water you stood in front of him, stammering nonsense and fiddling with the camera and the little notebook you had pulled out of your pocket. 

“Cat got your tongue?”

“More like a butterfly was taking my breath away.” Your eyes momentarily dropped to his hip bone before you quickly composed yourself again, pretending you didn’t just oggle his body.

Yuta smirked and placed the glass down on the table. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes slowly raked over your form. 

You wanted to squirm under his intense gaze, feeling as if his stare alone undressed you. “Since you claim to be an open book”, you started, wanting to distract him somehow.

To your dismay though, Yuta only pushed himself away from the pool table. He circled you like a predator circled its prey. He licked over his lips until he finally stopped right behind you, his breath fanning over the expanse of your neck. “Ask right away, sweetpea.”

Your heart hammered inside your ribcage and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. The temptation to lean into him nearly took over your body. With the last ounce of self control you kept yourself from following your urges - no matter how strong they were and how desperate your body craved for some touches.

Yuta reached around you, grabbing the notebook and the camera out of your hands. His fingertips purposefully brushed over your skin, making you shiver. He placed the items on a small table next to you, before stepping even closer to your body.

“I could show you a secret of mine”, he whispered into your ear, his lips brushing over your earlobe. “If you let me.”

A violent tremble ran through your whole body. For a moment you even feared your knees would give out underneath you, just from his voice and the sensual thoughts your brain cooked up. “Please.”

In an instant Yuta had his hands on your hips and pulled you back against his chest, pressing your ass against his hardening dick. He rolled his body, pushing his length between your cheeks with the movement.

Your head dropped back on his shoulder while his hand slid down to your front. His long fingers glided into your pants, quickly cupping your heat. “I can’t wait to ruin that little pussy of yours.” He rubbed circles around your clit, making you whimper and squirm until he pressed two fingers past your folds. Yuta fucked his fingers into you, switching with his pace several times.

You only grew wetter by the second - more and more desperate for his touch and for your own release. The knot inside your lower body tightened while your mouth dried up. The tingles sparked throughout your whole system and you only needed one last push from him so that you could cum.

Yet, Yuta pulled his hand out of your pants and almost removed himself completely from you. He stepped back and plopped down on a plush chair behind him, spreading his legs and smirking up to your pouting form.

The sudden change in his tactic made you frustrated and you could feel your eyes welling up by it. 

Yuta licked over his lips again, his breath hitching as he silently observed your reactions. Before you could calm yourself though, he beckoned you to come closer.

You didn’t really want to give him the satisfaction of rushing over to him. You wanted to tease him as well, wanted to make him somehow suffer for leaving you all high and dry. Sadly, your own body betrayed you and you found yourself between his legs faster than you could fathom.

“Don’t they say reporters are good with their mouths?” Yuta teased and tapped his thigh, bringing your attention down to his pants.

You pursed your lips, desperately wanting to be defiant but you already dropped down to your knees. Your fingers swiftly opened his pants and pushed them aside, revealing his dick.

To your surprise he wasn’t as hard as you thought he’d be after playing with you already. You didn’t think much of it though, instead wrapping your fingers around his shaft and pumping him leisurely. 

“So you’re someone who lets the partner do all the work?” You tried taunting him, looking up at Yuta through half-lidded eyes. 

He chuckled softly, his shoulders slightly moving from the amusement. “Not at all, sweetpea. It’s just missing something for me to go all out.”

You raised an eyebrow questioningly. You didn’t ask him the question burning on your tongue. Instead you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

“We’re agreeing to having a good time right now, right?” Yuta grinned when you hummed around his dick, before he continued: “If at whatever point it turns to a bad time, you will immediately tell me to stop. If for a specific reason you’re unable to speak, tap on the butterfly. Are we clear?”

You only hummed again but Yuta grabbed the back of your head, his fingers carding through your hair as he pulled you forcefully away from him. “Are we clear?”

“Yes-yes. We’re clear.” Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes from the stinging and you noticed how Yuta’s dick twitched in your hands as he stared at your face. 

A suspicion formed in your mind but you couldn’t voice it as Yuta slammed you back on his cock, forcing a rough pace on you with his tight grip. You could only hold onto his thighs, struggling to slacken your jaw and control the gagging while Yuta continued moving your head.

As the first tears streamed down your cheeks and messed up with your makeup, Yuta groaned almost animalistically. His cock hardened even more, growing bigger inside of your mouth.

Yuta pulled you off of his length with a loud pop. He leaned forward and cupped your face, cooing as his thumbs rubbed over your wet cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, sweetpea.”

“Tears”, you rasped out, chest still heaving from wanting more air. “You get off on tears.”

Yuta grinned at you, bobbing the tip of your nose with a finger. “There you have it. Revealed my oh so dark secret. Aren’t you a good reporter, sweetpea.”

You frowned, knowing full well he only mocked you right now. He didn’t make it a secret - not technically. He also knew you couldn’t report about it unless you wanted to reveal having done some sinful things with him, which would compromise your position at your job in the long run. You narrowed your eyes, blinking away the tears of frustration and anger. Yuta had you right where he wanted you to be. “Fuck you.”

“I’d rather fuck you”, he murmured, wiping over your cheeks ever so gently, “if you let me.”

“I definitely won’t leave here without cumming at least once.”

Yuta snickered, the amusement evident in his features. “Feels like a challenge I oh so gladly take on.”

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1. hate sex / spit kink ➳ mingi

2. somnophilia ➳ seonghwa

3. uniform kink ➳ san

4. public sex / feminization ➳ wooyoung

5. dacryphilia ➳ hongjoong

6. auralism ➳ yeosang (skipped for now)

7. aphrodisiacs / overstimulation ➳ jongho

8. degradation ➳ yunho (skipped for now)

9. oral fixation ➳ san

10. threesome / ritual sex ➳ mingi & wooyoung

11. impregnation kink ➳ seonghwa x hongjoong

12. nipple play ➳ yeosang

13. mirror sex / edging ➳ yunho (skipped for now)

14. food play / dom/sub / roleplay ➳ seonghwa (skipped for now)

15. size kink ➳ mingi (skipped for now)

16. sadism ➳ jongho

17. daddy kink / praise kink ➳ hongjoong (skipped for now)

18. femdom ➳ wooyoung

19. double penetration ➳ san & yeosang

20. deep throat / collaring ➳ san

21. voyeurism ➳ hongjoong (feat. jongho)

22. masturbation ➳ yeosang

23. cheating / creampie ➳ mingi

24. pegging ➳ seonghwa

25. manhandling / strength kink ➳ jongho

26. omegaverse / vampire au ➳ yunho

27. furry / hybrid au ➳ yunho x wooyoung

28. mommy kink / breath play ➳ yeosang

♡ ⊹˚.⋆ ♡ ⊹˚.⋆ ♡ ⊹˚.⋆

if this looks new to anyone… @toxicccred and @sanjoongie and i decided we wanted to write kinktober in february, so we came up with a list of kinks together and then randomly chose members! (you can choose your own for each day) if anyone is interested in participating, please join our filth fest!!! you can jump in whenever! make sure you use #february filth fest ♡ 

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2/1: ꜱᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ/ʙᴜᴋᴀᴋᴋᴇ ➠ ᴍɪɴꜱᴀɴʏᴜɴʜᴡᴀ

2/3: ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄʟᴇꜱ/ᴛɪᴛꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ➠ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

2/5: ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ/ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

2/7: ᴍᴀꜱᴋ ᴋɪɴᴋ/ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ➠ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ

2/9: ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

2/11: ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ/ᴀᴜʀᴀʟɪꜱᴍ ➠ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ

2/13: ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ ➠ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

2/15: ᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ/ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

2/17: ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ/ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

2/19: ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅ/ᴄᴜᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ ➠ ᴍɪɴɢɪ/ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

2/21: ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

2/23: ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ/ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ ➠ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ/ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

2/25: ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ꜰʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ/ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ

2/27: ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇx/ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

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2/29: ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ꜱᴇɴꜱᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

Day 28 : Breath - Wooyoung

「Title」 : Shhh

「Word count」 : 499

-> Genre: Smut. College Au.

Paring: Fratboy!Wooyoung x Reader

[Warnings] : Messy unprotected sex. Fucking at a party. Frat boy Wooyoung. Choking kink. Breath play. Swearing. Secret relationship. Slight pain kink. Creampie. Let me know if I missed anything.

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“Shh be quiet.” His hand landed on your mouth, stopping your airflow. His other hand held your neck in pace, tightening your airways completely. You started to feel dizzy as black spots slowly clouded your vision.

“Occupied. So shit somewhere else.” Wooyoung yelled out to San who had been whining from beyond the locked bathroom door for the past three minutes. Wooyoungs thrusts didn’t falter, keeping their hash pace as he fucks you desperately. Your fingers claw at the marble sink top while your eyes water, staring at the smug frag boy behind you. His breathing was rugged and short-paced. He finally removed his hand from your mouth, letting fall to your hips for support but the other stays nicely tucked against your neck. His long fingers are cased around your flesh, finding the right amount of pleasure to tip you over the edge. You couldn’t help but scream.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wooyoung!!!” if no one knew about you, they definitely know now, hearing your sweet moans pooling down the hall from the small bathroom. Wooyoung’s hips don’t stop, instead, they get faster and harder, feeling himself being close to the edge. You beg for him to slow down and that ‘it’s too much’ for your sensitive cunt but he does listen.

“You can take it Doll. Be a good little cumslut and take my load.” His words got your head spinning along with the lack of oxygen. His hot breath tickled your neck as he bit your shoulder threatening to break through the skin. The pain mixing with pleasure felt you wanted more and more. Feeling another orgasm running tightly in your gut.

“Please Woo…” You begged.

“There’s my good girl.” He praised, shifting his position so he could stand up straight, bringing your back flush against his bare chest. “My perfect whore. Fuck I love you.” He swore, snapping his hips one final time before spilling deep inside your dripping pussy. You came soon after, feeling the power of his thrusts slow every time his cock slips inside until he could come to a stop completely. You couldn’t speak, or move, letting Wooyoung pull his cock out painfully slow, making sure you feel every vein while he does so. His fingers that were tight around your throat finally let go for the first time since he caught you hiding out in the bathroom. Meaning you could take a deep breath in, passing out soon after.

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February Filth Fest Day 28

Prompt: Mommy Pairing: Neighbor!Wooyoung x older!reader WC: 4k Summary: To Wooyoung, you were everything. You didn’t even know he existed. Older and audacity turned to maximum, he’s determined to make you never forget.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Wooyoung or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. By clicking the “Read More” you agree that you are of age to interact with my works.

TW//CW: TBH THIS IS MOSTLY PROLOGUE. Reader called ‘mommy’ and doesn’t like it at first, wooyoung is desperate, age gap undefined (it’s not suggested that it’s HUGE but it’s there). oral (fem receiving). CLIFFHANGER END

 “You remember Wooyoung right? Youngie?” Your mom tugs you over to a young man, black hair half back in a ponytail, orange shirt just slightly too unbuttoned, kicking back a beer.  “Aw mom! I can see in her eyes she doesn’t!” Wooyoung’s eyes crinkle as he extends his hand to you.  Your eyebrows raise. Mom? Grabbing his hand you shake it tentatively. Strong muscular fingers grip back, fitting your hand fully in his warm palm.  Your mother doesn’t let the silence linger long, mercifully. “Our Wooyoungie has been taking such good care of us while you’ve been off making your own little homestead on the coast!”  “Now you’re speaking far too highly of me. You feed me just as good as well. It’s an exchange of labor for services.” He gloats, swatting lightly at the air in front of himself as if the words praising him still hung there.  “You eat so well it's always a joy to share, besides, it helps me get through the leftovers.” She lightly ribs you, trying to get you to join into the conversation.

 To be honest, you felt guilty. The only child setting out into the world by moving as far away as you could while staying within the continental United States. You’d intended to see your parents more but the realities of limited vacation time and cost of travel hit quickly. The pandemic years certainly hadn’t helped. If anything they prevented you from establishing a normal visiting schedule and left you floundering to fit them in between projects and personal days. You’d finally been able to decide on the yearly block party, held every summer, to make your grand return. Calling up old friends and arranging it this way ensured you’d see most if not all the folks on your obligations list.  However, seeing your mom smiling so fondly at this kid, almost more proud of him than she seemed of you, made your stomach turn. The beast of jealousy churning a pot inside of you. You barely track the rest of their pleasantries, simply watching their borderline flirtatious body language as you nurse your beer.

 “I’ll leave you two to catch up! I swear Wooyoungie has told me so many cute stories of you, I can’t believe you don’t remember him.” Elbowing your arm gently your mom hisses, “play nice, he’s a gem!” Wooyoung tilts his chin up and out, craning to receive a kiss on the cheek from her as you stare.  “So, you and my parents are close,” your lips curl, tiptoeing slowly into the shallow end of the conversation.  “Oh yeah! Well, I started shoveling their walk in the winters and salting the sidewalk which they seemed to really appreciate. So, Mom invited me to dinner after one particularly bad snowfall and I’ve been keeping them company when I can ever since.”  “Mhm,” you hum shortly, suspicious of him. “Well you haven’t murdered them yet.”  Wooyoung cackles, “do I really look like a killer?”  “Isn’t that what all the witnesses in crime series say? That the murderer didn’t seem like the kind of person to do it.”  His eyes flit down from your head to your toes. Wooyoung had always been a cute kid. Charming, sweet, a little spicy, but his good nature charmed the neighborhood. Or at least the adults of the neighborhood. He always got along better with adults. The kids of the neighborhood were less enchanted. They called him a suck up, kiss ass, brat, annoying, and worse all in the name of envy. Envy for how the adults loved him and took care of him. So many neighborhood nights out ended in tears for him, maybe it was good you didn’t recall those days. He shook his head with a smile. “Still I’m a little upset you don’t remember me.”

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 “Hey, some of the ‘big kids’ are heading up to the local bar!” A girl named Gina tugs at your sleeve. The street lights flickering on and only the young and unaccompanied left at the party it was a natural progression of the night. A quick four block walk from your home you shrugged, it wasn’t like you held any particular affection for anyone in particular but it also wasn’t an arduous trek. Besides, this is what you came home for, right? Socialize with the ones who knew you before you knew yourself.

 That's how you ended up drinking a gin and tonic at the back of the bar, letting the wash of noise and alcohol blur your nerves. You’d selected gin and tonic out of habit more than anything, the tap list overwhelming and no cocktail menu to be found. A safe bet, difficult to fuck up too badly.  Laughing congenially along to the stories retold by friends, you feel lost in the crowd. Stories that went like “oh remember when Ricky did this” or “Cassy has a funny story about when Hunter lost his tooth” which you didn't remember, why would you? Not to say you shared no memories, just that most of them were the aftermath rather than the incident. Always too buried in your books to notice the hijinx happening. Now burying your nose in your glass you nod along to save face. Yes, you were there but somehow also not.

 “So you remember all of this but not me?” Wooyoung slides along your side. Some form of brownish liquor in his hand.  “No, it’s called being politely interested.”  “Ahhh,” he grins and sips his drink. “I’ll note that, the politely bit. I’m already interested so I think I’m good there...”  You roll your eyes, “interested in my mom.”  “Your mother is a beautiful lady. And smart. And kind. Why shouldn’t I be interested?” He knows he’s being cheeky but part of it is payback for your memory lapse.  “Don’t you love your mommy?”  The word mommy hits you like a truck. Rolling up your spine and crashing through your skull with the force of a brick to the back of the head. “Wooyoung? Oh my god. Wooyoung.” You mutter, shocked, dismayed. It’s him. It’s definitely him alright. Wooyoung grins like a jackal in front of you, gnawing on the small plastic swizzler straw in his drink. “I know you.”  “Do you?”

 Thirteen. That’s how old you were when you went to your last neighborhood block party. It was the last summer you spent preoccupied with fictional boys instead of real ones. There was already a change in the air, all the neighborhood kids seemed just so much younger than despite the difference being only a couple of years. Watching them rough house and play from afar you’d been set out with ‘eldest’ duties so that the parents could absolve themselves of direct supervisory responsibilities. Which was fine to you, you’d be tipped generously at the end of the night by the parents without needing to do too much.  Suddenly two small arms encircled your legs, an equally small face buried in your pant leg, absolutely wailing for mommy. Tapping on the black mop of hair, red eyes and a runny nose looked back up at you and upon seeing your face cried harder. Prying your legs from his arms you lean down to meet his eye level, “can we go find her? Your mom?”  He sniffs and nods, lower lip quivering. “Jung Wooyoung,” his small voice tremors.  Taking his small fist in your hand, you lead him farther into the party. It doesn’t take long to find her, gathered in a small circle of moms, laughing jovially. Her smile fades as she sees you toting her son, face red and puffy.  “Should he be in trouble or someone else be in trouble?” She’s very brief in her assessment, half exasperated half sympathetic.  “I’m sorry I’m not sure Mrs. Jung. He just ran up to me like this asking for you.”  Squatting next to her son you notice, she has the exact same wash of jeans as you. “Jung Wooyoung, can you tell me what happened?”  The boy glances up at you, eyes wide, sitting on the pavement with a hard plop.  “Jung. Woo. Young. Your mom is asking a question.”  He notices you notice him staring and he hides his eyes.  “I’m so sorry miss, I can take care of him from here. He really likes pretty girls but gets so shy around them. You can go!” Mrs. Jung looks apologetically at you, scooping Wooyoung up onto her hip.  Smiling you look him in the eye and wave, watching as he smiles back shyly and buries his face.

 “You were such a cute kid!” You coo.  “Is that really all you remember about me? Cute little kid? Damn.” This was not exactly the reaction he was looking for. Wooyoung wanted the gasp and the dramatic reveal, of course, but being called cute was not the highest adjective on his list. And only one fleeting memory of his mother calling you a pretty girl.  His mother was incorrect though, you weren’t just a pretty girl to him, you were an angel. He was immediately obsessed, watching you silently with flutters in his stomach listening as the adults talked about your achievements. Not only kind and beautiful but smart and self sufficient and bold and fierce. He remembered one of your summers back from college, reading on the front lawn in a bikini, waiting for the sun to slowly turn you a pleasant golden shade. Only briefly passing by on his bike the image seared itself into his mind, fueling his late nights as he flipped through your instagram.  “I really thought the world of you,” he muses.  “And what about now?” You ask with a laugh and a grimace. Wooyoung looks you up and down. “I could ask the same to you, you said I was a cute kid. What about now?”  “Oh come on, you have to know this is a touchy subject for me…you can’t just say that you thought the world of a person in the past tense like that. What, I must be some washed up hag, desperate in her neighborhood bar.”  Wooyoung hums, smirking, “well now i don’t agree with the hag part but I like the desperate, desperate i can work with.” He gently takes your drink and swills the dregs. “Another of the same?”  “I want whatever you got. Order me that.”  His eyebrows shoot up, “oh come on. You’re the older one, you should treat me.” He smiles sweetly and bats his lashes. “I’ll come with you so you know what to order next time.”  You roll your eyes. He’s really too cute for his own good. Your heart sinks a little. He’s really too cute to be hanging around you like he is. But you take his glass with yours and slide them across the wood top bar.  “Two whiskeys, on the rocks!” Wooyoung flashes his winning smile, “on her tab please.” He finishes with a head tilt in your direction and a wink. “You’re such a baby.”  “Only for you mommy.” He bunts the top of his head into your arm as you blanch at the sudden endearment.

 You hate it on instinct. You’re not his mommy, yes you’re older but you're not his mommy. You’re not anyone’s mommy. You don’t want to mother anyone for any reason. You wanted that care and attention. Still, you don’t correct him and let him continue to press his side to yours. The pressure of contact from another person is nice, even momentarily.

 “So,” Wooyoung sips gingerly at his drink, “tell me what you think of me now. I can’t settle for being a formerly cute baby. I won’t.” He pouts, lilting his head.  With a heavy sigh you look him up and down, simple fitted black t-shirt, tight black pants, and moto-boots. “If I were closer to your age-”  “EH!” He shushes you abruptly, finger to your lips. “It’s not about you. Tell me about me.”  “Fine. You want to hear you’re attractive? You’re attractive,” you give him an exasperated glance. The heat of the alcohol warms the sides of your face, making you feel giggly. The whiskey goes down shockingly easily, loosening your inhibitions. “What about me? I’m the one in distress.”  Wooyoung steadies you, bringing awareness to your swaying, letting you lean back against the wall slowly with the support of his hand. “I think you’re the first woman I ever worshipped and now I want to make good on that.”  “Wooyoung, are you coming onto me?” You as incredulously, eyebrows almost launching themselves from your face with the speed they raise at.  “I’d very much like to if you’d let me.”  “You’d like to what exactly?”  “Cum on you. Or in you. Whichever you’ll let me.”  His forwardness leaves you gagging on unspoken words. You think for a second you ought to slap him as you see red around his smug smile. “Wooyoung do you hear yourself?”  Wooyoung slides his hand up, leaning into you on his elbow. He smells like earth and spice and alcohol. “I think you’d like it too. Not to brag but, I think I’m better than spending the rest of the night in your old twin bed with your decade old back massager.”  Stunned by his too all too accurate prediction of your plans your brain barely processes the way you lean into his light kiss on the cheek. Your face feels warm, he is warm. And soft, so soft. His brashness has you melting a little bit, there is no halfway here. No room for interpretation. He wants you, and it makes your stomach flutter and legs turn to jelly.  “So, wanna get out of here?” Wooyoung says with a small smirk, eyes downcast sheepishly. “If we get to my place and you wanna back out I’ll happily sleep on the couch with the cat. I just don’t want either of us to be alone tonight.”  Tender heartstrings plucked expertly by a master songsmith, you sigh. Foolish. Stupid. Irresponsible. What would your parents think when you didn’t come home? Your head shakes as you type out a short text to your mother, a sentence excuse about staying the night with Gina. Or was it Gia? The keyboard swims under your thumb. The rest of you melts and lets the younger man wrap his arm around your waist to guide you safely to a cab. Again you marvel at how warm he is, how his fingers splay casually in the divot of your waist. Cheeks burning you duck your head out of the bar, as though it would be shameful to be seen with him.

 Wooyoung kisses with the desperation of a starved man, drinking in as much of you as he possibly can before coming up for air. The electric lock on the door has barely even finished latching when his arms snake around your waist, lips attaching to the nape of your neck.  “You smell so good,” his face is smashed into your shoulder, the both of you stumble and struggle to remove shoes as he further tangles himself in you. The second you're free of them he’s turning you, pressing your back into the wall as his leg slots easily between your thighs. Winding your hips together you teeter on your tip toe as he kisses you, teeth tugging at your bottom lip lightly.  “Ooh mommy, I’m going to make you remember me-” he moans into your open mouth.  A burst of air comes through your nose as you suppress part of an awkward laugh, “Mommy?”  “Yeah, your baby’s gonna take good care of you.” His mouth stretches into a grin against your cheek, nose bumping against you until your head falls to the side, granting access to your throat. “Right mommy? I’m taking good care of you right?”  Teeth nibbling a searing trail to your shoulder, you can’t help but moan. You don’t hate it. Your mind hates it but your body loves it. His insistent desperation for approval from you is almost as intoxicating as the drinks you’d shared. “This mommy shit is weird Wooyoungie.”  Wooyoung sucks a bruising spot into your collarbone, skin immediately flushing, meant to leave a mark. Shivering you moan again, letting your head fall to your opposite shoulder, grinding your hips against him. “That’s not a nice thing to say mommy,” his grip on your ass tightens. His hands pull you down to him, pressure in your gut building.  “Fuck! Oh baby-” the phrase slides from your lips before you can pause and overthink what this might say about you.  “Yeah, is your baby making you feel good?” He tenderly kisses over the growing bruise. “Wanna be mommy now?”  “Fuck-Wooyoungie-you’re fucking incorrigible,” you groan. Between the alcohol and the pounding in your gut, you really don’t mind it. Silencing the small critic and setting that voice in time out, you slide to his bedroom, stripping bear besides your undergarments.

 “Damn mommy, you’re a walking wet dream,” Wooyoung looks at you from under his bangs, making a home for himself at your feet, waiting for the word to dive in. Eyes traveling up your legs to the crevice between them, he can barely wait longer. He’s been waiting since puberty. The hunger to prove himself to make you his, growing all the more as your life proceeded without him.  His gaze heats you from your core, anticipatory buzz gripping your gut. “Yeah baby?” You practically whisper, throat taut.  Slowly but surely his hands travel the tops of your legs, large and warm on your skin. Everything is burning and tingling and on a knife's edge as they stop at your hips, resting his full weight on you. His face comes barely a foot from yours. “Can you tell me how much you want this?” He smiles, Cheshire-like.  “I’m fucking aching baby,” you plead maybe just a bit too desperately. “Can you help mommy out?”  You can barely finish the sentence before his plush lips are on yours with a bruising amount of force. Eagerly his hands slide between your thighs, tracing the edges of your panties. “Mommy,” he gasps into your open mouth, “are you already this wet?” He teases a thumb over the growing damp spot.  Nodding, your legs slide easily for him. “Yeah baby, all for you.”  Pressing against your clit more earnestly he rubs in small circles. Your head goes back into the pillows immediately, pressure deliciously building in your core. The skin of his shoulders is cool as he nudges your thighs even wider, his lips replacing his hands. A shock of electricity runs up your spine as you realize he’s pulling your hips down against his face, bridge of his nose nudging you through your panties.  “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” Wooyoung mutters barely loud enough for you to make out. Fingers slipping between your panties and your skin he can barely breathe as he tugs the fabric over your hips. Caught between a fixated stare and a shyly glancing away he pulls down even more, practically cumming in his own underwear as your cunt is finally revealed. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”  “That’s not even the pretty part of me,” you feel the heat of embarrassment creep up the side of your neck.  Wooyoung looks up at you from between your knees, frowning incredulously. “Every part of my mommy is pretty, especially her cute little cunt.” He says before unceremoniously burying his face in your folds. Licking and slurping like a starved man, you don’t even register the auditory assault, squealing so loudly yourself your head rushes.  “Wooyoung! Oh shit! Oh FUCK!” You scream and fist the sheets, fighting your urge to snap your legs around his head. The pleasure twists in your gut as his tongue flicks against your swollen clit, a finger teasing your hole.  “Grab my hair-” Wooyoung gasps, “pull my hair. I’m not fragile.”  It doesn’t take any more convincing as you tug at his black locks. His lips buzz with moans of approval as you ride his face. His finger crooks inside of you, just enough to press against the top of your walls, right into the squishy spot that blurs your vision and has you seeing stars.  “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck baby, I’m gonna-”  His face presses more insistently against you, practically drowning himself in your sex. If he was going to die young he’d want to die like this, nestled in your heat. “Do it.”  Coating his chin in release your eyes flutter closed. Clamping down around the slight resistance his finger gives. He’s right. Much better than your vibrator. You release him from your grasp as he comes up for air, both of your eyes are hazy with lust as you look at each other.

 “Can I suck your tits?”  Wooyoung’s blunt tone does nothing to disturb your post orgasmic cloud.  “C’mere baby boy,” you say as you slide your bra straps off your shoulders, unclasping the band without a second thought.  Wooyoungs eyes bulge as you so easily and carelessly reveal your breasts, half reclined back in his bed, like he’d imagined all those years ago. It’s nothing to you but everything to him. You see them every day and he’d only seen them in his fantasies. He swipes lazily at the arousal still clinging to his lips and chin, transfixed by your tits. Almost reverently he reaches for them both, fingers fanning out over the pair and squishing into them. “Oh mommy,” he says, leaning down to kiss the top of one, “they’re perfect.”  “Wooyoungie-” you’re nearly dying of embarrassment, heat flashing through your body as he interrupts you.  “They’re just like I imagined.”  “Shut up and suck before I regret this,” you laugh, masking your tension beneath brusque humor. Wooyoung doesn’t seem to mind. In fact his eyes practically sparkle as you demand he follow through on his request. Lips encircling your nipple he kisses tenderly at first, hand resting on the opposite breast to make sure it was also attended to.  Soft skin in his palm and on his lips, Wooyoung hips move autonomously, rutting against whatever warmth his cock can find. His tongue flicks over your hardened nipple, fingers pinching the other lightly and listening for your moans of approval. Again, he flicks harder, pinches harder, and feels you respond louder and harder as he’d hoped. He keeps escalating until it feels like his heart is going to burst from excitement, leaning into you as he nips at your flesh.  Yelping you swat at him playfully, “don’t be a brat!”  “Sorry mommy, i just love you so much,” he smiles and nips again.  Truthfully the pain feels good, stinging only for a moment before the buzz of endorphins rushes through your spine. “S’okay baby,” you purr and coax him between your thighs, tugging at his underwear. “You’ve made a real mess of these.”  “All for you,” he’s breathless as he tosses the ruined pair casually across the room. Leaning close to you again, he kisses you as he rummages under the pillows. You can feel him smile against your mouth as he finds his prize.  Pulling away he brandishes a gold foil packet proudly. “A boyscout is always prepared.”  “Goddamn, is this just a normal thing for you?” Your heart drops just a little bit disappointed that you might not be special to him. He’s just so smooth, every action carefully planned.  “No,” he tears the foil packet with his teeth before leaning in to kiss your cheek. “I heard you were going to be in town and I wasn’t going to lose you again.”  “You sound obsessed,” you giggle, hands tracing the veins of his lower abdomen as you watch him roll the latex over his length.  “Yeah and I’m going to make you just as obsessed about me.”

Sorry, i just don’t know that i wanted to write more of this. I just do NAWT know how to write a mommy kink, it’s not something i’m particularly into which usually doesn’t really stop me when writing but IDK. I liked the beginning but then the mommy stuff felt shoehorned in.

FFF day 2: somnophilia

Wooyoung/reader

word count: 804

masterlist fff masterlist

warnings: unprotected sex, consensual somnophilia, wet dreams, loving slow sex

He needed you. A glance at the clock told Wooyoung that it was 3:37 am, but his dick was so hard it hurt. The two of you had fallen into bed last night with the plan to have sex, but both of you had fallen asleep before it had even started. 

Wooyoung had dreamed of fucking you over every surface in your shared apartment. He had woken up seconds before his dream orgasm with a dick so hard it was leaking into his underwear. He reached one hand down to rub over himself, nearly whining at the minuscule friction that provided him.

A whimper from your side of the bed drew his attention. You were on your side facing away from him, but he could see your thighs pressing tight together as you whined from whatever you were dreaming of.

Wooyoung had an idea. A few weeks ago, the two of you had discussed how you would like to be woken up with sex and the thought hadn’t left his brain. The only reason he hadn’t done it yet was because he didn’t want you expecting it. You had mentioned to him how the surprise was one of the best parts.

With slow movements, he eased himself behind you, slowly reaching two fingers to feel the crotch of your underwear. It was soaking wet. He nearly groaned at feeling your underwear so damp from just your dreams. It only encouraged him to slowly ease the fabric down your legs as you slept soundly. 

Wooyoung couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck you right away, or go down on you. Oh how good you’d taste, but your position on your side away from him gave him easy access to fuck you. He gave himself a few more seconds to think about it before deciding to just fuck you. One, you were more than wet enough for it, and two, he didn’t want to risk disturbing you by turning you over.

He quickly removed his own briefs, pausing to give himself a few strokes. Those few movements alone had him gasping at the sensation. Part of him was worried he’d come too soon to make this any fun, but if he did, he could always get a taste of you to clean you up. 

With a gentle hand, he grabbed your hip, angling himself to push slowly inside of you. He halted halfway when you shifted slightly and let out a small whimper. To his pleasant surprise, you wiggled your hips back to take more of him. He waited with baited breath until you settled. 

When you stilled, Wooyoung bottomed out inside you. He was gasping for air, feeling how tight and wet you are around him. He took a moment to shut his eyes, taking deep breaths to stop himself from cumming way too early.

Wooyoung managed to calm himself down enough to begin slow, careful thrusts that had him fighting to hold back groans. The angle of his hips allowed him to hit your g-spot directly with every movement. He could feel you tightening around him, your own little moans joining his and growing in volume with every moment.

“Woo?” Your voice was groggy. When you looked over your shoulder, blinking your eyes to clear sleep from them and take him in. Your eyes connecting with his caused his hips to jerk into yours much harder than he had intended. Your head fell back to your pillow with a whimper. 

“Fuck, baby can I go harder? Please baby I need you,” he leaned forward, his head on your shoulder as his breaths hit your ear. His hips ground into yours as his hand fell between your legs to rub your clit.

You reached one hand back to thread your fingers into his hair. “Please, harder Woo.”

Wooyoung attached his lips to your neck as his hips picked up the pace. His hand made its way under your body and underneath your shirt to grab your breast. His fingers pinched your nipple as his other hand picked up their pace on your clit. He held you tight to him as your body started to squirm and tense up as you neared your orgasm. 

“Wooyoung!” You gasped out a cry of his name, clenching down on him as you came. He let out a groan as his hips snapped harder into you, rapidly approaching his own orgasm.

"Y/n," his hips stilled as he pushed farther and harder into you than he had before. Wooyoung bit down on your shoulder, causing you to cry out, as he spilled inside of you.

As both of you came down from your highs, he held you in his arms, still softening inside you. The two of you slowly drifted back to sleep, happily wrapped up in each other.

Eat Me: Feb Filth Fest day 7

CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, accidental aphrodisiac usage/ingestion, overstimulation, Husband! Yeosang, multiple orgasms, ab riding (brief), choking with a belt, fem! reader, pet names (mama, baby girl, doll, etc.), oral (mostly fem rec), unprotected sex (don’t), possessive sex, body worship, making out, heightened senses (smell, taste, etc.), cream pie, Yeosang and the mc are freaks, (this is also partially inspired by an idea I had a while back), smut under the cut, enjoy! 

Disclaimer: I do not believe that the members of Ateez would act in this way in real life, nor is this meant to be a reflection or guide to their real personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Words: 1,738

“Are you sure those are safe to eat? Seonghwa looked a bit eager giving them to us, like, too eager.” You watched as your husband, Yeosang, took out a box of sweets from the fridge. “Well, he said the other members enjoyed them a lot, and he wanted us to relax and have a nice time together while we’re on vacation. He’s just being nice.” You didn’t doubt that Seonghwa would genuinely want you to enjoy your vacation, but the way he looked when he  handed Yeosang the box was enough to put you on guard. Like he was expecting something. “He wanted us to eat them then, I’m sure. He all but said so when he was hovering over them.” You huffed as Yeosang sat next to you, flicking your nose. 

“Oh just hush and have a cookie, would you? It’s not like it’s poison.” Yeosang sassed you, pushing a heart shaped cookie into your mouth. You made a noise in protest, but decided to take a bite of it at least.As you tasted the soft cookie and delicate frosting, you quickly found yourself wanting more. Before you knew it, the cookie was gone, and you were reaching for another. Yeosang laughed at you, extending the box in your direction. “I guess it’s a good thing that the cookies say ‘eat me’ on the front. You’re going to eat them all, hey!” He snatched the box back, seeing that you’d taken at least five more. “The rest are mine!” 

You giggled at his indignant protests, sitting back in your seat. Soon, the both of you had finished off the box, relaxing into your afternoon activities. Yeosang read a book, while you typed away on your laptop, a comfortable silence overtaking you, and the little box of cookies was momentarily forgotten. You’d forgotten all about your previous worry, believing that it would be a peaceful afternoon.

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One hour was all it took for everything to come crashing down. You were laying back  in your recliner, minding your business, when you started to feel hot. It was odd, since you only had on a cropped hoodie and shorts. It was steadily getting hotter, and you were starting to become hyper aware of things. Has the light  in the kitchen always been so bright? And has the scent of Yeosang’s soap always been so strong? You were almost willing to ignore the new sensation, if not for the intense ache in between your legs. You shifted your hips, trying to ease the sudden throbbing in your core, but the more you moved, the more you felt yourself spilling into your shorts.

Yeosang was faring no better across from you. Trying to read his book in peace, he too felt hot and bothered. He could hear the slick sounds of your movements as you tried to adjust yourself comfortably. He caught himself glacing at you over the pages of the book subtly, trying not to make it harder on himself. But as he looked at your thighs shifting, he felt a hunger, a need  to be inside you, to taste your skin as he filled you up in the best way possible. He was debating on how to approach the topic, when you called his name.

“Yeosang?” Your voice came out smaller than you intended, but you didn’t mind. Yeosang lowered his book to his lap, looking at you over his glasses. “Yes my love?” You beckoned for him to come to you, and he obeyed, kneeling by your legs. “Is… is something the matter, love?” Yeosang swallowed thickly, nervously fixing his glasses. His hands came to rest on your thighs, and you lost it. Grabbing Yeosang’s shirt, you quickly pulled him up into the chair, bringing his lips to yours. He let out a small cry of surprise as your lips collided, his glasses flying off. You kissed him fervently, and he kissed you back, gripping onto your waist.

You reached for his shirt, helping him to shrug out of it. He latched onto the side of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses down to your throat. His hand slid down to your shorts, tugging at the material. You pushed him away from you for a moment, pulling off your shorts. Yeosang cussed under his breath. You were dripping, your arousal leaking out of you and sliding down your legs. “Fuck, you’re soaking, doll. Come here.” Yeosang pulled you close, kissing you once more before pushing you down into the seat again. He kneeled before you, putting your legs over his shoulders. Pulling you close to his mouth, he parted your lips with his tongue. Licking from your hole to your clit, he sucked on it harshly. You moaned, gripping the arms of your recliner as his tongue twisted around your clit. 

Moving down to your entrance, Yeosang pushed his tongue into you, reveling in the feeling of your walls spasming against his tongue. He swirled his tongue, pushing it back and forth, and side to side. His fingers rubbed at your clit, and as your moans got louder, he knew you were close. Pulling his tongue out, he brought it slowly back up to your pearl. He did his favorite tongue trick. Your orgasm washed over you, and Yeosang caught most of it on his tongue, lapping up the mess he made. Catching your breath, you looked down at him watching as he licked his lips clean. He stood up, pulling you with him. He pulled you quickly towards your shared bedroom, the both of you unable to keep your hands to yourself on the way. You barely made it into the hallway before he was pressing you against the wall.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands were on your hips as he kissed you. Using his arms, he helped you move against his abdomen, flexing his abs as your core slid against him. He sucked along the base of your throat, and you cried out as he found your sweet spot. “Please Sangie, please, I need you in me, please.” You begged pathetically as he pressed you harder against the wall. Reluctantly, he pulled his face from your neck, his eyes dark with lust. Pulling you away from the wall, he carried you into the bedroom, carefully setting you on the bed. He took a step back, observing you. “Take off your top. Bra too.” He watched as you took them off, baring yourself to him completely, before reaching down to his belt  It was your turn to watch as his ring clad fingers undid his belt, swiftly taking it off and pushing down his pants. 

Stepping towards the bed again, Yeosang beckoned you over. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you crawled over to him. Siting up on your knees, you tugged his underwear down, and he stepped out of them, leaving him completely bare. His impressive length hung heavy between his legs, thick, veiny, and proud. Leaning forward, you sucked the tip between your lips, slowly swirling your tongue around it. Yeosang groaned, spurring you on. Taking him in your hand, you moved from the tip, gliding your tongue over his skin, licking up and down his length until it glistened. Pushing you back onto the bed, Yeosang spread your legs, settling between them.

Still holding onto his belt, he wrapped it around your wrists, before sliding into you. You moaned as he stretched you out, never getting completely used to the way he practically split you open. “You ready baby girl?” Yeosang’s voice was gentle as he addressed you, the look in his eyes making your breath hitch. Nodding, you gave him the okay to move. His eyes darkened once more, and he pulled his hips back, before slamming them into yours. You cried out as he continued, his hips relentless as he brought you towards your end. Yeosang kissed along you neck as he pounded you into the bed.

“Such a good girl for me. You take me so well doll, so perfect for me. My perfect doll, only I get to feel you like this, yeah?” He praised you as he marked your neck, your whimpers and moans serving as encouragement for him. “Always making me feel so good, baby, so pretty and warm, just for me.” Your walls spasmed around him, and Yeosang knew you were close. His free hand found your clit, applying pressure as he rubbed at it, bringing you to your second orgasm of the night.  You moaned so loudly, you were sure you’d get noise complaints from the neighbors, but you felt too good to care. But as you were coming down, you realized that your husband  hadn’t stopped yet, not even through your second release.

Your walls convulsed at the feeling of overstimulation, slight pain mixing with pleasure. As the feeling became too much, you tried to  get away, pushing yourself towards the headboard. Yeosang was having none of it, pulling you back by your legs. “Don’t try to run from me, mama,” he panted, “we’re just getting started.” He stuck out his tongue, focusing as he continued to drill his hips into yours, mercilessly fucking you into the bed. Your third release of the night had you gripping the sheets, crying out his name. “That’s right doll, let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” Yeosang came not long after you, his warmth spilling into you. Pulling himself back, Yeosang carefully pulled out of you, before flipping you over.

“Arch your back for me doll.” Yeosang took the belt from your wrist, waiting for you to get adjusted before he slid his length back into you, deeper this time. Yeosang held back from groaning, preferring this position most of all. His pace was more brutal this time, and his hands held your hips so tightly, there would definitely be marks the next day. Wrapping the belt tightly  around your neck, Yeosang pulled you up, your back flat against his chest.

One hand held the belt tightly, partially restricting your air flow, as the other came down to toy with your clit once again. Your vision started to blur as you were on the brink of your fourth release of the night. “So so good, pl-please, don’t stop!” Your words were slurred, but Yeosang got the message loud and clear. “Oh don’t worry baby. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

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Kiss it off me

February Filth Fest : Day Seven

Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

a/n: sorry if this one isn't super long, i had some personal thingys

"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, use of aphrodisiacs and alcohol, established relationship, literally feral, an insane amount of orgasms, hot potato but with dom/sub dynamics, unprotected(womp womp), multiple cream pies, nipple play,pet names (baby,love&babe,baby boy, woo), brief blowjob, cum eating and swapping

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Bam!" You place the plate of cookies down with a wide smile. "They're a little over done but I don't think it should matter..." You lift one up and inspect it, "probably just a little crunchy!"

Wooyoung turns with the drink mixer in his hands, leaning over the table and looking at the cookies. "They look good, Baby. How much did you put?"

You grab the messy paper where you've written down the recipe. "Two teaspoons. That's not a lot, right?"

"Sounds reasonable to me," he shrugs before shaking the drink around. You turn into the kitchen and grab two paper towels, placing a cookie on each and sliding one over to him. He pours the concoction equally into two glasses he's already set up. "My lady." He smiles as he slide the glass to you.

"Thank youuu." You sniff the drink, recoiling and holding a hand over your mouth to hide the laugh that threatens to come out.

"What? What is it?"

"How much gin did you put in here, Babe?"

He shrugs, looking at the bottle that's now half empty. "Not a lot."

"Maybe you should stick to the kitchen, and I stick to the drinks."

"Yeah, no, you're right."

He slides his cookie back over the table to sit next to you, taking his drink with him. You pick up the warm cookie and share a kiss with him before you take a bite.

You make small conversation as you each finish a cookie and your very strong drinks. You lean over and rest your head on his shoulder, and he cranes his neck to kiss the top of your head.

"You feel anything, Baby?"

"No. You?"

"Nada. Maybe we got a dud or something."

--

"Holy fuck!" He cries, hands tightening on your hips as you grind down on him. "S'good! Fuck me so good! So good," he moans like a prayer. He leans his head back with a whimper as he cums into you again. It makes you cum around him in response, leaning into his neck and licking up his sweat.

You've been at it for at least two hours, and neither of you can stop. He's came into your cunt at least five times, and you've gushed around him six? Seven? Your brain has turned to mush at this point. All you can think is Wooyoung. Wooyoungs dick. Wooyoungs hands grabbing at your tits.

"Baby, please!" He whimpers, hands massaging your skin. "Keep going, keep going, please, please, fuck me, fuck me," he whines like a broken record, hip's barely bucking up into you to meet your harsh bounces. "Please, I need it!"

All he can think is you. Your warm cunt filled with cum still around him. Your sweet praises. Your fingers tweaking his sore nipples. Your tongue rolling over them.

You slap one of your hands over his mouth and tell him, "then take it."

His hands travel down to your hips and flips you over, holding your hips down as your body bounces with the force of his thrusts. "You take it. I'm going to fuck you so full you can't fucking think."

"God, Woo! You're- fuck... holy shit, Love. You're so good, so good to me! Fuck me so good!" He brings his hand down to your clit and has you cumming again just at the contact alone, fucking you right into another one with his erratic thrusts and his finger twirling around. "Baby, cum..." You don't know whether you're asking him to cum or telling him you just did, but it's all that your mind can muster up.

He flips you over again, holding your hips down to his as close as he can as he over-fills your pussy. You pull up off him and cum drips out of you onto his hard cock. You both moan at the sight, worked up beyond belief. He's about to wipe it up when you swat away his hand and scoot down, leaving a trial of cum drops as you make your way down. "What are you doing, Baby? Keep going, please keep going!"

"Calm down, Baby Boy." You lick up some of the puddle on his lower stomach, savoring the flavor as your swallow. He has to physically hold himself back from releasing again at the sight. "Gonna kiss it off you."

He groans loudly, hand wrapping itself up in yours as you begin kissing and licking all over his stomach and pelvis. When he's both clean and painfully hard, you lower yourself down even more to his cock. "Want me too, Babe?"

"Yes," he breaths heavily, whining as you lower your mouth down on his jizz covered cock. "Ha~" he holds down his hips with his free hand, squeezing yours tightly in the other. "Fucking amazing, Baby. I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna-"

You scoop it up on your tongue and are back on him in the next second, settling on his cock,still hard, and connecting your mouths as you hold his open. He laps up your tongue, moaning into your open mouthed kiss as he swallows up the cum you've collected. You cradle his face as you pull away and admire the sight.

His eyes are almost fully black, unblinking as he admires you like you do to him. His mouth is slick and swollen and glazed in cum- yours, his, it's impossible to tell.

"So beautiful," you chime together. "Oop-" he laughs, leaning into your shoulder as you lay ontop of him in laughter. He slides his hands up and down your back, leaving a few kisses to your sweaty skin.

"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"

February Filth Fest 2023

tapping into my inner horny whore, i will be participating february filth fest that has been planned by the amazing @toxicccred @sanjoongie and @cherryxsang !! over the next 4 weeks (i love the fact that it has EXACTLY 4 weeks in a month) i will be posting 8 smuts inspired by each ateez members so i will be posting 2 fics each week of february. while i can't set a definite day, i can promise i will post 2 each week and we'll see how things go, if my schedule allows it, i may post more ??? whomst the fucketh know lmao. ion wanna spoil the kinks as i'd like to keep some mystery 👀 but here's the schedule in order :

1. yunho - Watch Me (exhibitionism/voyeurism)

2. seonghwa - Sweet Strawberry Gloss (oral fixation)

** yunho + mingi - Two is Better Than One (size training/kink)

3. mingi - Our Beginning (honeymoon sex/impregnation kink)

4. hongjoong - Spending Time Together (mutual masturbation)

5. san - Drunk on You (drunken sex)

6. wooyoung - Dessert (food play)

7. yeosang - Asmodeus (demon/somnophilia)

8. jongho - My Mommy (mommy kink)

if you're interested to be tagged in this, please leave a comment in this post or send me an ask !

Febraury Filth Fest - Day 10

Post Date: 10th February 2023 Pairing: Yunho x Fem!Reader x Mingi Content: Smut - Threesome/Ritual WC: 515 TW?: Mafia bosses!YunGi/ Oral (M recieving)/ Penetration (unprotected, big nono)/ So much cum/ Creampies/ Degrading (Slut)

February Filth Fest Masterlist                         Prompt list

As a consequence of your losing a bet, every Friday night becomes your time to be used like a ragdoll by your two enemies, the mafia bosses, Mingi and Yunho. Stupidly enough you put yourself in a gambling bet with them, subsequentially ending up in their office after dark and no one could know what goes on behind the closed door. 

"She's so fucking pretty with her mouth filled with my cock, aren't you?" Yunho growls with a fistful of your hair in hand, stinging your scalp as he pulls on in to make your mouth lewdly pop off his cock, tears smudging your mascara, running down the sides of your face. 

But you don't reply, you couldn't reply. Between losing your breath and choking on your spit mixed with the umpteenth amount of hot cum down your throat, no words are able to leave your lips. 

With a harsh smack on your ass from behind, Mingi leans over your frame, covered in hickeys, cum and saliva, "Answer him," his deep voice in your ears makes your slick run down his thighs, pulsating around his cock filling you. 

Watery-eyed, you flutter your lashes at Yunho, panting as he grips your hair tighter, leaning down so you're face to face-with him.

"Hmm? I don't hear you talking," Yunho spits in your open mouth, smudging the rest of the mixed saliva over your cheek with his thumb also caressing it. 

Barely audible, you try your best, "Yes- Yes- Master".

"What was that?" Mingi sends another slap across your red, stinging ass cheek, thrusting once into you harshly as you cry out from the pleasurable pain. 

"Yes, Master!" You scream, gasping for another breath before Yunho's huge cock fills your mouth again, making you gag when he thrusts into it, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

With your muffled whimpering cries on Yunho's cock, Mingi's growling from behind you, nails digging into the skin of your hips as his cock twitches inside of you.

His harsh thrusts making jolt forward onto Yunho's cock as he releases yet another load of his hot cum into you, the amount oozing out of you when he pulls out, dripping down your thighs as you're shaking from your legs almost giving out on you. 

"She's full of so much of our cum, and she's loving it, aren't you? Slut?" Mingi hisses, taking your clump of hair out of Yunho's grasp to his own, switching positions with him so Yunho could get the perfect look whilst you lick the remnants of Mingi's cum off the tip of his cock. 

"Fuck, our little cum-slut is filthy," Yunho cocks an eyebrow, biting his lip as he tosses himself off before lining himself up with your beaten and soaking entrance. 

"Yes- Master- I love... It," You cry with your tongue flicking on Mingi's tip, making his chest rise and fall quickly.

"I hope you're still like this next Friday," Both men say in sync, looking down at the mess they've made of you.

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