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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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Kinktober '22 Day 3- Park Jihyo

Prompts: Public sex, Brat taming

Word Count: 804

Synopsis: Jihyo's partner has been teasing her throughout their whole shopping trip, and in the mall food court, she finally snaps.

Consists of: Dom!Jihyo, Sub!AFAB Reader, Public sex, Brat taming, Degradation, Vaginal Fingering, Mommy kink, Humiliation, Reader wears a skirt, Brief breast worship, Mention of strap-on sex

"Shut the fuck up and stop moving," Jihyo angrily whispers in my ear. She acts as if it's totally uncalled for, for me to be squirming around and trying my best to hold back my moans while she's literally fingering me; in public no less. We're in the food court at the mall, completely out in the open, people everywhere you look; God, how shameless can one woman be?

I guess this is what I get though, I brought this onto myself. I know I shouldn't've been teasing Jihyo throughout our whole shopping day: "accidentally" dropping things right in front of her so she'd see me bent over, "subtle" little touches on her body as we stand together, pretending to need help changing into something only to let her have a teasing peak at my bare body. I'm sure the latter was the last straw, but what can I say? I've been craving her all day.

"I-I'm sorry, Mommy...", I'm trying to speak as quietly as I can, desperately not wanting anyone to detect us. It's hard to hold back the moans threatening to come out of my mouth. My eyes are rapidly looking from side to side, praying that I won't catch anyone looking over at us.

"You know what? Now that I think about it, there's really no point in making you be quiet. Your pussy's so loud everyone's probably heard you already...", Jihyo hooks her fingers in me a few times to emphasize the squelching sound as I close my eyes in embarrassment, "But I don't think anyone would be surprised that a slut like you has a nasty, soaking cunt. Or that you're so needy that you have to be tended to in public. How about you open your legs wider so they can hear you better, hm?", she smirks into the side of my neck after she finishes saying hushed words of filth into my ear.

"But-", I start.

"'But' nothing. Open your goddamn legs," fearing upsetting her further, I comply. My skirt rises up my thighs as I spread them; my heart beating out of my chest at how much more exposed I am in this position.

Jihyo thrusts her fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, using her thumb to rub on my clit while she does so. I can see how focused she is on it: eyes staring at my lower half, bottom lip being held by her teeth. I know she must be throbbing too at this point, and a very large part of me wants to relieve her tension: reach over and play with her too. But in the state she's in right now, I know she'll shoo my hand away, "This is supposed to be about you, you're the one who wanted to get fucked so bad," she'd tell me.

That's okay though, I'll take care of her later.

My eyes drift down to Jihyo's tits, and my mouth starts to water. I think back to last night, when I had her plush, heavy mounds hanging in front of my face as she roughly bounced on my strap. I sucked and nibbled on them, leaving hickey's all over her; thinking about the marks still being there turns me on even more. The image of her big, bruised tits brings me closer to the edge.

"M-mommy, I'm gonna-", I grasp onto her arm as she moves her hand faster in and out of me, circles my clit with more pressure than before. To anyone around we probably just look like one of those clingy couples that always have to be touching, cuddling even in the most public of places. I really hope that's what we look like. If only everyone knew what was really going on: that Jihyo was making me fall a part on her fingers in front of their very eyes.

"Let go, whore. Cum on my hand. Let everyone see you reach your peak," She places light kisses on my neck as she brings me closer and closer. After her working me a bit longer, my legs are briskly closing round her arm, shaking softly. My head immediately falls to her shoulder, my whole body spent. Now we really have become one of those clingy couples, me gripping onto Jihyo as my heart settles back to it's natural tempo, she rubs her hand along my back, giving me a soft kiss on my forehead.

She reaches over our table to get a napkin, pulling her hand out of me once my legs open up again and wiping my juices off of her hand, balling the tissue up after, "Let's go home, baby," she grabs my hand with her free one and pulls me up, "but don't think we're done just because I'm being nice to you again," she warns.

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Prompt from: @buckyownsmylife

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 27 - Size Kink

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Wall sex, size kink, praise.

Word Count: 2234

Summary: Yunho never really noticed the height difference between you two, he knew it was there but it never had an effect on him, until he sees you wearing one of his shirts.

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“Hey guys who does this remind you of?” Seonghwa asks showing the image of a cartoon duo with a large height difference that was on his phone, everyone including yourself erupted into fits of laughter but you didn’t stop your eyes rolling at the joke that was clearly aimed at you and Yunho. You were used to the height jokes at this point and you kind of expected it to happen given their sense of humour and their love for teasing everyone, you could never get mad or upset over it, if anything it made you feel more welcomed among your boyfriend's friend group.

You will always remember the day Yunho introduced you to his friends, he told you to stay quiet as you both walked through the door and made sure you stayed hidden behind his back until he said so, which was an easy task due to your height difference. You'll always remember the way his friends cooed at you once you stepped out from behind Yunho, your tiny figure stood in comparison to his giant one, at a quick glance you looked like his baby sister or something and that was the first joke they went to. At the time it made you blush like crazy and made you feel a little embarrassed but as time went on and you got to know the group as a whole better you no longer felt the way you used to, now you were also teasing them about anything and everything and to top it off Yunho had even taught you how to master Wooyoung's laugh, while the others would keel over with laughter Wooyoung would shoot you dagger and make another joke about your small height.

"I bet you need a ladder to even kiss Yunho's chin." Wooyoung quips at you with an exaggerated pout.

"Without a ladder you'd be lucky if you could reach his shins." Yunho stood to the side innocently, eyeing himself up and down as he pictured you being the height of his shin, but his attention was brought back to you when he realised you and Wooyoung had started to playfully slap each other spurting funny insults back and forth.

“Ahhh, come here.” Yunho interjects wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you off the floor pulling you away from his bandmate.

“See he can even pick you up with one arm you’re that tiny.” Wooyoung cackles his witchy laugh.

“That’s it I’m not done with you Jung Wooyoung!” You try desperately to scramble your way out of Yunho’s hold.

“No, no, you’re done we can’t just go beating up people baby...even if it is Wooyoung we’re talking about.”

“Hey!” Wooyoung screeches offended by the back handed comment.

“Come on, you know you deserve it 99% of the time.” Wooyoung folds his arms over his chest sulking in defeat thinking over how many times he’d been beaten up by his bandmates for his mouth.

“She’s still tiny.” He finishes before going off to find comfort in San. Seeing how the coast was clear Yunho set you back down on your feet but still keeping his arm around your waist just so if you decided to go after Wooyoung he’d be able to hold you back as soon as you moved a muscle.

The rest of the time you spent with the group went by as normal, having a quick bite to eat while they were still on break followed by you sitting on the couch at the back of the room flicking your attention between your phone and watching your boyfriend dance to the music that was blaring through the speakers. Even though you’d had a fun night you were relieved when you stepped through the door of your apartment with Yunho in tow, finally being able to have some time to yourselves.

With Yunho in the shower you took the short amount of time you had to sift through his clothes pulling out one of his favourite t-shirts and throwing it on. You looked down at the t-shirt that reached your knees, looking like a dress on you, and thought back to the jokes Wooyoung had made earlier.

“Huh, guess I am tiny.” You giggled to yourself making your way to the kitchen. The sound of a low chuckle made you jump out of your skin almost spilling your drink everywhere.

“Shit Yunho, what have I told you about creeping around the place.” You whine.

“Aww I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He cooed walking over to you and wrapping has arms around your waist.

“Is this my favourite shirt?” He asks tilting his head as he played with the sleeve.

“Hmm.”

“What?” You ask watching as a small smirk grows on Yunho’s face as his eyes wander over you.

“You know, I never really paid attention when the guys mentioned our height difference, but now I can see it, the way my shirt just hangs off you.” Yunho spoke softly, one hand wandering over you while the other traced gentle circles over the skin of your shoulder the collar had exposed. You could feel your heart start to race, for a moment you thought he’d even be able to hear the way it pounded in your chest.

“So tiny.” You’d usually swat his arm for the comment but the way his fingertips danced over your skin and the sparkle in his eye darkened you could only give in to it all.

Yunho’s lips met yours, full of hunger and need, he kissed you like his whole life depended on it pulling you as close to him as possible with a hand on the back of your neck and the other gripping your hip. the height difference made you struggle a little to meet his demands, you need to step back in order to keep your balance but with every step back you took he took one forward until your back hit the wall behind you. Hearing the little “Oomph” that came from you Yunho broke the kiss to check if you were okay but the sight of you looking so small caged between him and the wall sent all rational thinking out the window.

“So small, you’re like a little doll.” The lust laced in his voice made heat pool at your core and the way he called you a doll just added to it. You rose to the tips of your toes in a desperate attempt to have his lips back on yours but you were only met with another low chuckle.

“Wooyoung was right, I guess you do need a ladder to kiss me.”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.” You hissed.

“Oh, big attitude for such a tiny girl.” You wanted to scowl at his jokes but the expression was changed before you could even make it, his fingers diving under the shirt to find your soaked core.

“Is a kiss all you want tiny?” You didn’t even bother responding, head falling back against the wall as your eyes closed losing yourself in the way he ran his fingers over the wet patch of your underwear. He took that as a good enough sign of what you really wanted, removing his hand from you to place both hands on the back of your thighs hoisting you off the floor, the only thing keeping you from falling was the grip he had on your thighs and how his whole body pressed you against the wall stopping you from sliding away.

Yunho wanted desperately to take his time with you, really rile you up to the point you’re snapping at him, he loved how you looked when you got frustrated, but the way you looked so small in his hold looked even better and it was turning him on more than he wanted it to. He made quick work of pulling his sweatpants down just enough to free himself and you couldn’t help but stare at him wide eyed watching how he held you in place with one arm with such ease. Moving your underwear to the side he lined himself up at your core but stopped just before he did anything else, looking you in the eye with a cautious look.

“What’s wrong?”

“I usually prep you before hand but baby I can’t wait anymore, I’m just worried I’ll hurt you.” You swooned over how caring he was, the man was practically dying from lust yet he still cared.

“I’ll be fine don’t worry about me.” He sighed a little not really believing what you said but he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to cope so he had to take your word.

“Promise me you’ll say something if anything is wrong, even if it’s something small?” Cupping his face you looked him dead in the eye.

“I promise, just please fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice, easing himself into you he kept a sharp eye on your face looking for any warning signs. Halfway into you, you scrunched your nose a little as the slight pain from him stretching you out hit you and just from that small movement he stopped.

“Are you okay?” You nod a little more eager than you planned to.

“Please don’t stop.” Once again taking your word he carried on until he was fully sheathed inside you. The feeling of your walls wrapped around him was enough to take the edge off a bit, enough for him to let you have a moment to adjust.

With his forehead resting against yours you combed your fingers through his hair comforting him, telling him you were fine, but now it was you who was getting restless. You tried your best to roll your hips against his but to no avail, you just hoped your small movements were enough for him to get the hint.

“Are you sure?”

“More than anything.” He took his time to start with, slowly pulling out to then slowly slide back in, you could feel every vein in his cock glide against your walls, the sensation dragging small moans out of you. The pain was non existent at this point, all you felt was burning pleasure as Yunho slowly fucked into you.

“Please...faster.” You could sense he was going to ask you again if you were sure so you shot him a look that answered the question before it even left his lips. His smirk growing again Yunho gradually picked up his pace until he had you pulling the hair at the top of his neck, head hanging down as your mouth hung open with silent moans.

“My tiny girl, doing so well taking all of me like this.” Yunho growled into your ear. Everything in this moment had your head spinning, from the way Yunho rutted into you down to the way his fingers gripped into the flesh of your thighs, you were seeing stars already from how good you felt, it was like everything in your vision came to a blur, all except Yunho.

You could feel your high was approaching and as much as you wanted to hold it back the way Yunho hit your sweet spot over and over and how he grazed over your clit with every thrust you knew it would be impossible, but by the way his breathing became heavier and his eyes screwed shut you could tell he was just as close as you were and you really couldn’t blame him, he was dying of need before he even did anything. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as you awaited your orgasm to wash over you which soon came, ripping though you as you shakily cried out his name and tried to keep yourself upright not to flop your whole weight onto him. Your walls clamping down on his cock like a vice had Yunho’s movements stuttering, he was determined to help you ride out your own orgasm before getting to his own, even if it meant using everything he had to will it away for a moment or two.

The blurriness in your vision cleared and you were left with the stunning view of Yunho, sweat beading on his forehead and his cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. Your senses came around just in time for you to fully witness the low breathy moan that fell from his lips as his orgasm hit, his hips stuttering against yours as he tried his best to ride it out needing to savour the feeling before he got overly sensitive. It was like his body crumpled in on itself as he started to come down from his high, his head lazily resting on your shoulder as you could feel the warm breath of his pants fan over your skin. You kept him close to you during that time, stroking the hair at the back of his head as he started to come around.

“You okay down there?” You coo. A low grumble was all you could hear before Yunho brought his head back up. He places a small kiss on your nose before gently setting you back onto your feet but still keeping his arms wrapped around you.

“If i get this reaction out of you every time I wear one of your shirts then I’ll just have to keep stealing them.” You joke making Yunho laugh.

“I swear you’re going to be the death of me.”

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jungwnies · 2 years

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this will be my first ever time participating in a writing event and i hope you guys enjoy it! i've been curating this list since the beginning of august and it did take a little back and forth contemplation for me to decide if i wanted to go through with it. since i have decided to participate i will mainly be working on only smau's and my kinktober masterlist.

reblog to spread the word, and if you'd like to be added to the taglist for the kinktober 2022 special then please comment, or fill out this taglist form

day 1 - handjob with yeonjun

day 2 - eating out with jake

day 3 - thigh riding with jungkook

day 4 - choking with minho

day 5 - spanking with taehyung

day 6 - blindfolded with jeonghan

day 7 - blowjob with heeseung

day 8 - voyeurism with soobin

day 9 - overstimulation with namjoon

day 10 - foodplay with hyunjin

day 11 - fingering with minghao

day 12 - public with jimin

day 13 - sixty-nine with jay

day 14 - stomach bulge with sunghoon

day 15 - toys with taehyun

day 16 - begging with yoongi

day 17 - kitchen with wonwoo

day 18 - shower with seungmin

day 19 - threesome with heeseung & jake

day 20 - edging with dokyeom

day 21 - dry humping with hobi

day 22 - phone sex with jeongin

day 23 - first time with hueningkai

day 24 - rough sex with vernon

day 25 - caught masturbating with jisung

day 26 - accidental stimulation with joshua

day 27 - somnophilia with seokjin

day 28 - praise with bangchan

day 29 - degradation with woozi

day 30 - mutual masturbation changbin

day 31 - dacryphilia with beomgyu

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bincutie · 2 years

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Day 3: Breeding with Bang Chan

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding, established relationship, also pretty soft. Reader has a vulva. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 4.2k

You love your job. Honestly, you do. Sure, sometimes you go home exhausted, crying into your pillow about the onslaught of evil that children seem to bring. And sometimes you forget that you shouldn’t wear your favourite pair of pants to a daycare. But you love to be around the kids. They’re usually the sweetest to you, and it makes your heart warm every time they give you compliments, ask you questions, or just want to be around you.. When you took this job, you thought that it might do something to calm your ever present baby fever. You thought that the days of trying to quiet screaming babies and break up fights over wooden blocks would deter you, just a little, from wanting children of your own. But if you are being honest with yourself, the desire for kids has only doubled down. Most of the time you ignore it, or at least try to. You try not to hold onto the moments you spend with the kids here - holding their tiny hands, playing patty-cake, rocking them in your arms as they doze off for a nap. Today, however, you just can’t seem to shake your feelings away.

You feel as though you’re in a daze as soon as you step foot into your home. Exhausted as you may be, you hum to yourself - a lullaby you sang earlier in the day - as you kick your shoes off. You pad over to the kitchen, swaying to your tune as you raid the cabinets for a snack. You and Chris have a dinner date planned tonight, so you really only need something to hold you over. You smile just thinking of it, you can’t wait for Chris to return. His presence never fails to calm your racing thoughts, always knowing exactly what you need. He’s always there to listen, talk, cuddle, you name it and he’d be here in a heartbeat… or as quick as he can.

‘I’m going to be late, baby :(‘

‘I’m sorry :((‘

‘Please respond so I know you don’t hate me :(((‘

‘you know I could never hate you, Chris’

‘:D’

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but can’t help the small grin resting on your lips. You can’t be mad at him for running late, especially since he has been doing so well with his time management lately. It seems that when you started your job, he just kept spending more and more time with you. He suddenly changed back into the Chris he was when you two first started dating. He couldn’t sit still when he was near you, always pulling you into his arms and wrapping himself around you. He couldn’t go two minutes without expressing his love and adoration for you. And to top it off, he’d surprise you with a gift at least once every week. It started to concern you when you were certain he was spending more time with you than he was at the studio. It was even more concerning when Changbin called you asking where Chris was.

As much as you loved the attention you were getting from him, you knew he’d eventually snap out of it and sulk about his wasted time. You gently reminded him of this one night when you both were cuddling. It earned you a heavy sigh, a small grin, and a tickle fight. After he inevitably won, he told you he’d get back into a routine, that he just missed you. The next day, he woke you up with a soft kiss, told you that he made breakfast, and slipped out the door. Since then, he has balanced life and work really well. He makes sure to come home before too late, spend enough time with you, and even take breaks to call you throughout the day. You have heard some of the other boys in the background of your calls, making kissing noises and trying to embarrass their leader. You think it’s endearing, the way that Chris takes care of them and puts up with their antics. You always have. You adore the way Chris is so natural in his guiding roles, the way he lights up when he can care for others. You can’t help but think about how he would be as a father.

Words are spewing from Chris’s mouth as soon as he opens the door. It startles you from your position, leaning against the counter and staring off into space, and you barely understand a word he’s saying with how fast they leave his lips. You giggle as you shuffle around the counter, towards him, and wrap your arms around his torso. His whole body relaxes at your touch and he smiles down at you, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

“In my defense, I was only late because I drove to three different stores to find your favourite ice cream.” You gasp, excited as he holds up a shopping bag. He pulls away from you gently to put it in the freezer before it melts, but wastes no time in enveloping you back into his arms. You both laugh as he waddles you two into the living area, flopping down onto the couch and pulling you with him. You wiggle in his hold, nuzzling your face in his chest and sighing softly as your eyes close. You wouldn’t mind staying here forever. In fact, you prefer it. His chest is rising and falling gently against your cheek, his heart beats against your ear, his scent surrounding you. The lullaby of Chris is slowly lulling you to sleep, and you don’t mind. Until he interrupts.

“We still have a reservation to make.” You groan at him, earning a quiet laugh. “We both still need to change our clothes.” Another groan, another laugh. He pauses for a while, continuing to brush his hand over your spine. “Do you want to get takeout and watch a movie instead?” You turn your head, hiding your smile into his shirt. He laughs at this, leaning forward and kissing the top of your head. “We can do that then.”

You let him go when he tries to get up, sitting up and stretching your arms. After he digs his phone out of his bag and you decide on a place to get dinner, Chris calls while you make your way into your room to change into more comfortable clothes. You love nights like this, where you can have him all to yourself in the comfort of your own home. You don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks, you don’t have to share him with paparazzi and crazy fans. It’s just you and him, and as much cuddling as you both can handle. You find yourself daydreaming once again as you throw on an oversized shirt. You press your hands over your stomach, trying to imagine how you would look with Chris’s baby inside you. You giggle, smiling softly to yourself. Warmth spreads throughout your body, distracting you from your surroundings.

Chris is leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed as he watches you with glassy eyes. He doesn’t want to speak, doesn’t want to ruin this moment. Seeing you like this, knowing exactly what you’re thinking of without you even speaking. He doesn’t need you to. His heart swells at the way your hands delicately cradle your stomach, as if you already carry something so sacred, so fragile. Minutes pass, and he finally forces himself out of your trance. He knocks on the door, adjusting himself to appear as though he only just arrived. He withholds a small smirk at the way you startle, your hands jerking away and eyes darting around the room to avoid meeting his gaze. He can practically feel the way heat rises in your body, but he admits that he finds your embarrassment cute.

“Everything okay in here? I was starting to think you got lost.” You smile, nodding at him.

“Just got a little bit distracted. How long until the food is here?” Leave it to you to change the subject.

“It won’t take long. Maybe like… twenty minutes?” You nod at him, making your way out of the room. As you’re walking out the door, past him, you turn to him with a grin.

“I’m gonna pick the movie this time, you find something cozy to wear.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek before he lets you leave, moving further into the room to dig through his endless amount of dark clothes.

You don’t think you’ll be able to focus on the TV, regardless of what movie you pick. Chris’s mere presence is driving you crazy. His stare, his lips, his warmth, his hands. Every part of him clouds your mind. The catalogue of movies is a blur as you click through them, unconsciously stopping only when your daydreams steal away your complete attention. For what seems like the millionth time that night, you’re interrupted by Chris.

“Oh a romance movie?” He wiggles his eyebrows, an amused smirk plastered onto his face. You can only hope he hasn’t caught on to your daydreaming. “It’s been awhile since we’ve watched one. I don’t think I’ve heard of this one before.” You steal a quick glance at the screen. Yes, you know that he notices it, but you’re too proud to admit that you didn’t even mean to stop on this movie.

“Uh, yeah. I’ve heard some good reviews and thought that maybe we could check it out?”

“Oh yeah? What’s it about?”

“Romance.” You feel your skin heating with embarrassment, you can see him trying to hold in his laughter and you hate the reaction it pulls from your body: a different, all too familiar heat spreading in your abdomen. It doesn’t help that you’re just now taking in his appearance. Your Chris can make anything look like it was designed for the Gods, you’re sure of it. If the plain black sweats and matching fitted black t-shirt was anything to go by, of course. He’s so gorgeous it’s annoying.

Fortunately for you, Chris seems to have grossly overestimated the amount of time it would take for your dinner to arrive, and you’re saved by a knock on the door. You smile at him cheekily and he rolls his eyes at you, strolling over to get your food. When he returns, he sets everything out on the coffee table, smiling at you fondly.

“Alright! Now… blankets!” You nod enthusiastically at the comment and he giggles as he leaves the living area to retrieve some of the numerous covers in your home. It’s never a complete stay-at-home date without an obscene amount of blankets, you both agreed on that during your first date.

While Chris is gone, you get to work opening up the food and setting it up so that it will be easy for you both to share it. Your stomach growls loudly, and you wish Chris would hurry up with the blankets. Your prayers are answered, however, when he arrives practically buried in blankets. Unfortunately for you, he still hears you laugh at his appearance, and decides to dump the pile of covers on top of you. You wiggle under them, navigating your way out, and pout at him angrily. He only giggles again, poking at your bottom lip. You roll your eyes, shrugging the covers off of you and pushing them away to make a spot for him. You pull him down onto the couch, into you, and hold him there.

“You’re so mean to me, Chris.” You squeeze him tighter.

“Yeah, then why are you clinging to me like that?” Your legs wrap around his waist and you squeeze him again.

“Squeezing the life out of you.” He laughs, shaking his head and pulling away from you, sitting up. He kisses your cheek again, and reaches to grab some of the food. Before he eats any, he holds a bite out to you.

“Say ahhhh,” You grin, but accept it, something you’ve gotten used to being with him. Even before you two started dating, he always made sure to take care of you. Any time you shared food, he always insisted you had the first bite. According to him, it was the best part of the meal, and the one time you had attempted to refuse him, he refused to eat at all until you took his bite. It doesn’t bother you anymore. In fact, you’ve grown fond of it.

He steals away the remote while you aren’t looking, starting the movie before you have a chance to sneakily change it. You feel your cheeks heating once again, knowing you’re not going to be able to get out of this one. You know he’ll end up with his cheeky smirk, asking you questions about the movie that you should know the answers to if you already knew what the film was. You can already see his stupid grin widening at your embarrassment, can already hear the way that he’s chuckling at you. Curse your daydreams for being so distracting. And curse your boyfriend before being so damn beautiful. Really, it’s Chris’s fault you’re zoning out all the time - thinking about the way his chest feels as you rest against it, the way his strong arms wrap around you so secure, the way his fingers feel when they’re digging into your hips, holding you still, the way his hand is sending a tingling sensation up your spine as he rests it on your thigh.

It’s purely innocent, you know it’s just Chris being touchy and affectionate, but you squirm a little in his hold. You shiver, trying not to be glaringly obvious as you move your own hand under the blanket, swiftly intertwining your fingers. You don’t see the knowing smile he gives you as his hand is moved away from your skin. He kisses your head, his arms wrapping around you tighter as he tugs you onto his lap. You huff.

“Chris… I’m trying to watch the movie.” He’s raising an eyebrow at you, but refuses to let you move from his lap.

“Hm, want to catch me up to speed then? I seem to have gotten a little distracted.” You ignore him, your eyes actually focusing on the TV in front of you. For a while, you both sit in comfortable silence, eating your food and genuinely paying attention to the film. It isn’t as terrible as you expected. For the most part, the plot is realistic enough, the actors clearly have decent chemistry, and there aren’t too many cheesy tropes. You both find yourselves enjoying the show, until the two leads’ kisses start to become more heated. Anytime a scene like this comes on while you’re watching with Chris, you always get a little embarrassed. There’s something about being so close to him while you’re watching something so intimate that makes lashes of heat shoot through your body, your skin tingling everywhere that he touches it.

You shift slightly in his hold when the characters take things to the bed. He rests his head on your shoulder, humming and holding you tighter. His eyes are glued to the tv, your movements going unnoticed. Your eyes constantly flick back to the film and every time they do, you regret it. The scene before you is all heavy breaths and fake moans, but you can’t help the fire it lights inside of you. You’re trying to ignore it, to stare past the tv until the scene is over, but a particular line catches your attention, making you tense up. Gonna put a baby in you.

You swallow hard, your heart practically beating out of your chest. You use all of your strength to pry Chris’s arms off of you, mumbling something about needing the bathroom. You nearly sprint down the hall, slamming the bathroom door shut once you make it there. You turn the sink on, splash cold water onto your face, and groan.

"So stupid! Get yourself together, dammit." You rest your head in your hands, sighing. You take deep breaths, trying to calm the fire inside you. You jerk, startled, when you hear a soft knock at the door. "Yeah?" You curse the way your voice shakes.

"You okay in there, baby?" You nod. "Baby?" Stupid.

"I'm fine, Chris." This time you actually answer, but you know your stutter gives you away.

"Baby, will you come please come out?" You don't answer him.

"Open the door." Still, no answer. You close your eyes again, hanging your head.

"I know what this is about." Your ears twitch, your eyes opening again as you listen to him. "I know what you want. Want me to fuck you full of my cum until your belly is all round and swollen with my kids. I can do that for you. I want to. So open the door." Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. How long has he known? How long has he wanted the same thing?

“Baby, please.” He practically whines through the door and your hands are immediately moving to unlock it, twisting the knob and throwing the door open. You’re sure you look crazy, your eyes wild, hair messed up, goosebumps spread over your skin. He grins at you, fingers wrapping around your wrists as he pulls you out of the bathroom and leads you to your room. He turns you around, making you face the mirror as his arms move to cradle your tummy.

“I saw you here earlier. And two days ago. And a week ago. Every single time you have this dreamy look in your eyes. You were tearing up earlier, baby.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “Why didn’t you ever bring it up?”

You close your eyes, sighing softly and practically melting into his embrace.

“Wasn’t sure if you wanted the same thing. I don’t want you to feel like you have to and you’re so busy as it is. And what would happen if your fans found out? I just don’t know if it-” He turns your chin so you’re facing him and his lips crash against yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, winning dominance without a fight from you. You moan into his mouth, unconsciously chasing after his lips when he pulls away.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than to have you in my life forever. With a family of our own.” He kisses you again. “I don’t care what the fans have to say about it. They don’t get to get in the way of us, if they do then they never cared for me in the first place. Don’t let them get into that pretty little head of yours.”

You nod at him, turning in his arms and pulling his face down so you can press your lips together once again. He smiles into the kiss, his movements quickly becoming more eager. His hands grope at your waist, your hips, moving farther down to grab at your ass as he backs the both of you to the bed. He spins you both around before you fall onto the mattress, laughing as he hovers over you. He rests his hands on the bed, at either side of your head, and offers a cheeky grin.

“You always look so cute when you’re under me, baby.” Heat rises into your face and you glance away from him, only making him laugh more. He kisses below your ear, his palms rubbing at the skin of your lower stomach. His hands drift upwards, over your ribs and to your chest. He pinches one of your nipples, making you gasp. “Always so sensitive.”

His kisses move along your jaw, down your neck and over your collarbone. Your hands knead at his shoulders as he does so, soft hums of delight leaving your throat. They quickly turn into whines when he pulls away. You don’t resist him though, your hands falling from his shoulders, your eyes fluttering back open. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing but he’s pulling your pants and panties down your legs, discarding them on the floor. He’s quick to remove his own clothes, kicking his boxers off his feet when they get stuck. You giggle when he gestures for you to move. He crawls towards you as you shuffle up the bed, grabbing onto your legs and pushing them apart.

He starts to press kisses against one of your legs, slowly inching them up your thigh. You whine at him though, shaking your head as you push him away. You lean forward, trying to wrap your arms around him and drag him towards you.

“Just want you in me. Put a baby in me, Chris. Please,” You don’t have to ask twice. In seconds, he’s hovering above you once again, his lips pressed heatedly to yours as he lines himself up with you. He pushes in easily, making both of you release soft sounds of pleasure. You waste no time rolling your hips against his, and he doesn’t stop you. You both continue, rolling your hips against one another frantically, no sense of time or rhythm. But then his hands are drifting back down your body, and his fingers are gripping the backs of your thighs, just above your knees. He pushes them up, up, until you’re folded in half. He shifts slightly above you, solidifying himself before he pulls nearly all the way out of you and then rams back in. You choke on a half gasp, half moan, and he grins through his own grunts of pleasure.

“Feel good, baby? Fuck- so deep inside you, we’re gonna make d-damn sure it takes, yeah? Make sure there’s no doubt that you’re carrying my baby.” You moan, throwing your head back against the pillows, letting him use you. “Oh, my pretty baby, look at you. You can barely take it.”

You try lifting your hips to meet his thrusts but his movements only force them back down. Every time he thrusts into you, it draws out more sounds, more heavy breaths. The sound of his hips slapping against you has you shuddering, clenching around him. He kisses once more at your neck, sucking and biting a dark mark into it, one you know will be there for a few days at least. You love having his marks on you, but you know his stylist isn’t going to approve of how you react to it. Your nails scratch at the muscles of his back and shoulders. You feel the shivers course through him, both of you groaning in unison.

When he starts to lose his rhythm, he pushes his entire length into you, pressing his body as close as he possibly can and grinding himself into you. The new position pushes his pelvis right against your clit, and you squirm against him at the nearly overwhelming stimulation. Your hands slide back up the muscles of his back, up his neck, and your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging harshly. He moans, his eyes fluttering slightly. His fingers squeeze harder against your legs and you know there are going to be bruises there in the morning. You whine at the pain, the mix of sensations sending waves of heat through your veins.

Chris’s cock twitches inside you when you clench around him again. The pleasured look on his face, combined with the overwhelming waves of pleasure that he keeps sending you have your moans getting louder and louder, turning into wails of his name when you finally come around him. His movements don’t falter, but the way you’re holding onto him makes it impossible for him to hold back for long. You jolt, your body twitching with the aftershocks of your own orgasm when Chris releases inside you. He hides his face in your neck in an attempt to muffle his voice, but the moans of your name are clear as day. He collapses against you, gently letting your legs down and rubbing at your hips to soothe them. He flips the both of you over, so as not to crush you, and keeps you cuddled against him, his cock still buried inside you.

Once the both of you have caught your breath, Chris hums to you as he plays with a strand of your hair. You keep your cheek against his chest, dopey smile spread across your lips and eyes glazed over as you listen to his steady heartbeat. He tugs the covers over the both of you, nearly covering your head. It’s silent for a while, apart from Chris’s quiet tune, as both of you rest comfortably. His chest rises and falls gently against your cheek, making you grin and nuzzle against him.

“Chris?”

“Hm?”

“We should get married.” He chuckles, his arms tightening around you.

“Do you have a ring?”

“No, but we can get them.”

“We don’t need to. But since I already have them, that means I get to ask. You know it doesn’t count if you don’t have the rings.” You roll your eyes at him, not surprised at all by his antics.

“Whatever makes you happy, Chrissy. But I don’t think that’s how it works.”

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kinktober: tennis practice

tennis instructor!chaeryeong x fem!reader

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warnings: dom!chaeryeong x bratty!reader, mommy kink, thigh riding, praise kink, dry humping, teasing, perverted thoughts

"again." one whack. "again." two whacks. "ugh again!" another whack. chaeryeong sighs and motions you to stop. "look i know its hard but you've got this princess i believe in you. why don't we take a ten-minute break?" nodding you drop to the floor and lay flat against the concrete thankful to catch your breath.

it's not that chaeryeong had anything against you but rather that she wanted to make sure you did good enough to make your parents happy which made you happy and in turn made her happy. these past few sessions of tennis practice haven't been easy but she saw your rapid improvement and wanted to see how far you could go. however today's session had been rougher than others and well... there was no one to blame but yourself, at least that's what she kept telling herself. you arrived to practice early as usual helping her set up for today but when you came out of the locker room she almost tripped on her own feet. never had she seen you wearing a short white tennis skirt and tight crop top to practice, it was always your favorite pair of booty shorts and loose shirt so what made today different? seeing you sprawled out on the floor her eyes can't help but wander up your body as she eyes your figure, lingering at the patch of exposed stomach you're showing. to make matters worst your heavy panting and the light breeze cooling you off ends up doing more harm than good as your skirt lifts to show her a glimpse of your panties.

trying to compose herself and not imagine more dirty scenarios you both could be doing she clears her throat to get your attention. "i-i'm going inside to get some water do you want anything?" you sit up to face her having your legs spread up to feel the air and stretch a bit, looking up at her with wide innocent eyes you shake your head.

"no i'm good chae." nodding she quickly makes a beeline inside hoping to shake off the thought of you eating out of her against the wall. inside the locker room, she grabs a drink of water and rests her head against the wall.

"calm down, it's just an outfit nothing more. it's just an outfit nothing more. it doesn't hug her body really well, her ass isn't that visibly seen-oh shit." feeling a wet pool begin to spread she rolls her eyes and groans. "what's wrong with me??"

"nothing, i'm just thankful my efforts finally were noticed by you for once." startled by your voice chaeryeong jumps and sees you with a knowing smirk leaning against the entrance of the locker room. "you didn't lock the door 'teach' but i just did~" walking closer to her with newfound confidence as she tries to shrink into the wall you place a hand on the side to cage her in. "for the past few months that we've been training together did it never occur to you that i thought of you more than just an instructor? that i worked extra hard for our session to make you happy?"

"b-but your parents told-"

"don't you remember how badly i didn't want to come here? how i protested loudly outside the club and the next day i became as soft and gentle as a sheep? why else other than seeing you chaeryeong and then figuring out that you were going to be my personal trainer?" letting out a happy laugh you stroke her cheek. "that and the secret glances at my legs when i take breaks or when you tell me to watch my form?" pinching her cheek you shake your head. "i'm not dumb chae but clearly you-" cutting you off with a crash of your lips together she grabs your face and switches positions so your back was against the wall while she was the one caging you in.

"clearly you know what i want and that outfit of yours wasn't helping." guiding your hand to the now very wet pool in her sweatpants she scoffs. "what are you going to do about it princess? will you follow my special training or are you going to keep acting out?" eyes widen at how wet she was you excitedly nod eagerly to follow instructions. "good." letting go of you she goes to a nearby bench and spreads her legs open. patting her thigh she motions you to sit. "come on sit on mommy's lap." racing over you sit on her lap and wait quietly. positioning you so that your clit was directly on her covered thigh she holds your bare waist tightly. "good girls don't get to feel good unless they show mommy how badly they want me. you were teasing mommy too much so now you're going to have to get off from my thigh and then we'll see." lifting up your skirt so she has a better view of your panties she looks at you with a smug smile. "really? care bear panties? what are you five?" embarrassed at your poor choice of underwear you bury your head in her neck whining.

"don't make fun of me i didn't have time to buy anything nice i just put on a skirt and my tightest shirt hoping you would rip everything off me..." chuckling she strokes your hair.

"and i will...once you ride my thigh." starting to bounce her leg she repeatedly hits your hole feeling its wetness with each bounce. "look mommy is already doing the work go on and ride me princess i know you want to~" moaning at the action you nod mindlessly and sit upright. using her shoulders for support you start to match her bounces with your grinding feeling a jolt of pleasure with each bounce. feeling your panties get soaked through chaeryeong stops her movements to watch you start to grind faster and faster eager to ease the knot growing in your lower body. "that's it princess keep going ride out your pleasure don't hold back." whispering into your ear she starts to kiss your neck leaving little love bites around your collar. slowing your movements to feel her hot breath against your collar she slaps your ass making you yelp. "did i tell you to stop? cum on my thigh or i'm walking out of here right now."

"no!!" like a light switch you start rubbing yourself against her thigh feeling her tense up to allow you better movement. grabbing her chin you pull her in for a kiss as you feel yourself cum over your panty and her thigh after grinding on her for so long. satisfied she strokes your shivering body and pulls away cupping your face she coos at you.

"good girl~ mommy is so proud of the mess you made." tugging at your panty waistline she moves her fingers inside to rub your clit. "so wet! i guess we'll have to cancel today's lesson to clean you up." leaning in she rubs slower to whisper into your ear. "we won't be needing clothes for round two."

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purecantarella · 2 years

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Perfection

day 2 of kinktober yall!! i hope you all enjoy!! im nayeon x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest avoiding this if you're under 18. i'm sure there's some floof or angst for you to read instead

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Im Nayeon is a mirage of different things. She is the eldest member of Twice, the face of the group, an older sister. People would argue that Im Nayeon is perfection incarnated. She played into that persona oh so deeply and worked so hard to keep that persona.

When you began dating the singer, you found out just how far that strife for perfection would go.

In all honesty, it began as a joke to you, a pure accident. It had been one of those nights when you and Nayeon had the pleasure of being alone at the usually bustling dorm and she was on a high from the group's recent song.

She was practically bouncing off the walls as you played the catchy song for what felt like the billionth time. You chuckle to yourself as your girlfriend danced again.

"When are you going to dance with me, N/n? It gets lonely doing it alone." Nayeon whined as she pouted. You roll your eyes and stand up to leave a light kiss on the top of her head. "Why would you need me for it when you look so amazing doing it alone?" You pause, jokingly framing her with your hands, "I mean, wow!"

She slaps your shoulder, staring up at you shyly. "You don't mean that."

You quirk a brow before catching her by the waist, and pressing fluttery kisses all over the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder before falling into the couch. Nayeon giggles and squeals softly as you do, quickly leaning comfortably in your arms. Mindlessly, you mutter, "I 100% mean that Nayeon, you are best girl after all."

The singer tenses in your arms but you think nothing of it. "Sincerely, you looked so good on stage the last performance too." You hadn't realized it but your lips now pressed against her ear, "You did so well, Nayeon."

Then it slips from her lips.

A quiet, almost stifled moan.

The shock on your face only stays for a moment, promptly melting into a smirk. Your teeth scrape the shell of her ear before you husk out, "Was that what I thought it was, princess?" She doesn't respond for a while, you breathe a deep sigh.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for me, Nayeonie?" Your hands begin to slide across her waist, stroking her covered stomach gently. Lips trailing down to the column of her neck, right where she likes it. She groans softly as you suck the singer's porcelain skin. "My good, perfect girl."

"Y/n—I..." She's quickly cut off when you turn her around to straddle your hips, forcing her to look at you. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment and bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl? Do you want me here?" You hand slides up, cupping her chest. "Or maybe here?" Your hands slide down, taking her firm ass in the palms of both your hands, squeezing and lightly slapping. She can't hide the groan that rips out of her throat.

"Mmm, such a nice ass, princess. I just know how hard you worked for this." Nayeon whines again, eyes sliding closed and head falling backwards as you roughed up her bottom. "No, no, no."

"Eyes on me, pretty girl." She opened her eyes, revealing dark and hungry eyes. You smirk, playing with the hem of the shorts she had been wearing.

"I just bet you're so wet under this, aren't you?" Nayeon rutts her hips against your leg, high pitched voice somehow going higher. You smile cheekily before your desire takes ahold of you, picking her up and laying down on the couch.

A wandering hand sneaking passed her shorts and underwear. You lips find hers as you toy with her clit, her moans getting swallowed by the kiss while Nayeon's hand pushed your wrist down further. She wraps her arm around your neck, grinding against your hand. Not-so-silently begging for more friction with her moans and whines permeating through the kiss.

You pull away from her needy lips, and lift your hand from her dripping cunt, much to your girlfriend's dismay. You suck your fingers, tasting the juices that accumulated around your digits. Moaning at the bittersweet taste, you meet her droopy eyes.

"So sweet, so good for me." You lean down, pecking her lips, her own taste lingering in her mouth. "Gonna have to get some more..." Your eyes still locked with Nayeon's, your tongue drawing a heart above the waistline of her shorts. "You'd let me, right pretty girl?" Her stomach tenses as you call her that. Her hand falling behind your head, her voice breathless.

"Anything for you, N/n." You smirk at the tremble in her voice as you kiss your way down her body. You scratch down her thighs, leaving red streaks across her skin, "Perfection, princess."

and i cut doing schoolwork for this and i do not regret it at the very least HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoyed as much as i did writing that!! i will see you all tomorrow again hopefully!! keep safe my lovelies i love you all vv much!! - r

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day 30 - gangbang

nct 2.9k words female reader insert Reader x NCT 127 NSFW

🖤 warnings: group sex, penetrative sex (f receiving), mentions of oral sex (m receiving), scene negotiation, all of nct 127 are present and participating but jaehyun/taeyong/yuta focus 🖤

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The invitation is polite, organized, and completely off the rails.

You knew that becoming friends with a group of guys like them would end up weird, but this is a whole new level of weird.

They're a club baseball team that plays intramural games out of your university city. You'd met the first baseman, Mark, in your senior seminar class. He's inexplicably the same major as you, and he's a delight. Goofy, and a little strange, but quick and smart and fun. A good study buddy.

Then you'd met his friends.

Nine guys, including Mark, who just kind of hang out at whoever's home is available and eat and drink everything in sight. You'd met them at Mark's place, at what was introduced to you as a dinner party but ended up being a kickback, with beer and karaoke and a soccer game on TV.

Two of them are Mark's roommates, fellow students at your university who share an apartment with him. These two, Hyuck and Jungwoo, are the ones you see most often.

There's Taeil, long since graduated and moved on to an office job, who shares a little one-story house with graduate students Taeyong and Doyoung.

And there's Johnny and Jaehyun and Yuta, all freelancers in a very messy condo on the nice side of town.

They were all at this kickback, and they were an awful lot to experience all at once.

But now, a year and change later, they've become reliable friends. None as close or constant in your life as Mark, who's a true homie, but they're sweet guys, good to catch a movie or grab something to eat. And you go to their baseball games when you can.

They're casual friends, which is why this invitation is so off the rails.

You're at Mark's place for the evening, ready to watch a horror movie with Mark and Yuta and Jaehyun. Pizza and screaming. A good time all around.

Until they sit you down, and they ask. Jaehyun asks, specifically.

"Would you wanna come over to Taeil's with us on Saturday?"

You glance between Yuta and Jaehyun, their serious faces. Mark's head is already bowed, staring at the floor, ears flaming.

"Yeah," you say, "I guess. For what?"

You're thinking another dumb dinner party or something.

But that is not what Yuta says. "We're having an orgy."

You choke on nothing. The two guys watch as you cough and try desperately to wrap your mind around that sentence, the nonchalant way it was said. Mark still looks mortified.

"You're what?" you sputter.

"Having an orgy. We wanted to know if you were interested," says Jaehyun.

"Having an - an-"

"Orgy," Yuta repeats, impatient. "You know. Sex. With a group."

"With who?"

"Just us. The bros," says Jaehyun.

Yuta nods. "The nine of us. You'd make ten."

You say it slowly, to make sure you've got it right. "You want me...to come over...and have sex with you guys. Like. All of you, together."

"I mean, kinda. Basically. No guarantee who's with who, but-"

"Are you serious?"

"If you don't wanna come, that's fine," says Jaehyun.

"Yeah, we'll just do it anyway," Yuta agrees. "But you're welcome to come."

An orgy. With the nine of them.

Mark still hasn't said anything. He looks like he wishes the floor would swallow him up, just sitting there curled in his chair.

Out of all of them, you're closest to Mark, so you ask him cautiously, "Are...are you okay with this?"

"Me?" Mark jerks his head up. "Yeah, man. It's just super weird to ask someone new in. Like, Hyuck nearly moved out when we-"

"We do it all the time, for real. We just thought you would enjoy yourself if you came with," Yuta interrupts.

You're looking among the three of them, like someone's going to start laughing and say sike, just kidding, no orgy. But they all look calm, serious.

"It's fun," Mark admits. "Super fun."

"This is real," you say.

"Yeah, it's real," says Jaehyun.

"You really want me to do this."

Jaehyun nods. "Yeah, if you want."

"No pressure," says Yuta. "Seriously. If you say no, we'll forget about it. We're still friends, everything is normal. But if you're down..."

All nine of them.

They're attractive, you can admit that. Different looks, different vibes, but all beautiful. All single, all more or less responsible, all kind and trustworthy as far as you've seen. And you trust that they really wouldn't be angry if you turn them down. Nothing about the situation, except that it's new and overwhelming, is bad or dangerous.

Despite the surprise of even being asked, it's tempting. Incredibly tempting.

Jaehyun leans back in his seat. "You don't have to decide right now, you have a couple days to-"

"Okay."

"Yo, really?" Mark asks, wide-eyed.

"Yeah," you say, "Yeah, I'll go. I'm in."

"Sick," Yuta grins. "We'll text you the time and stuff."

That's it. That's all. They drop it after that, and you do watch the horror movie. Eat pizza, scream at the television, and laugh at Jaehyun pretending he's not scared.

But the whole time, you're wondering if you just hallucinated the entire conversation. You agreed to go to an orgy with your friend's baseball team.

Not a hallucination.

Not by a long shot, because the next day, Yuta texts you with the location (Taeil's place, obviously) time (8pm, which is kind of late but okay), and instructions to not wear anything you care about.

This is really happening, then.

You're not nervous, and you're not regretting it. No, rather, you're insatiably curious.

One thorough shower and a comfy outfit later, you're knocking on the door of Taeil's demure little house. You've always liked this place, with its neat front garden that Taeyong keeps carefully weeded and watered, and the comfortably-worn paint job and creaky eaves.

Hard to believe there's going to be major debauchery inside.

Taeil himself lets you in.

"Oh, hey." He waves, but it's lost in the oversized sleeves of his pullover.

"Hi."

"We're still waiting for a few guys, c'mon in."

Taeil wanders back into his home, shuffling comfortably across the wood floor, leaving you to take a few deep breaths and spend a little too long organizing your shoes by the door. You do go inside, though, and you find the guys in the living room.

"You showed up," says Taeyong, sounding surprised.

He's mostly upside-down on the sofa, squished into Jungwoo's side and holding the remote control loosely in one dangling hand. They're watching some cartoon, looking far too relaxed for a couple of guys about to have an orgy.

Doyoung is there, too, though he's standing at the kitchen counter organizing what looks like an entire year's worth of water bottles.

And sitting on the back of the sofa, wearing an unzipped hoodie with nothing underneath, is Yuta, who smiles and beckons you over with deceptively cute open arms. He's never been a particularly huggy person, in your experience, not for anyone but Mark. But you walk over, and he drapes his arm around your shoulders, tugging you against his warm side.

"You didn't chicken out," Yuta says.

"Why does no one have any faith in me?" you ask him, in mock annoyance.

Yuta shrugs. "We're pretty scary, I wouldn't blame you."

"Too curious."

He squeezes you, and lets you go, and you go to sit on Taeyong's other side.

Donghyuck and Mark arrive together, after another episode and a half of the cartoon that Taeyong insists stay on the TV. And it doesn't take long after for Johnny and Jaehyun to traipse in, unfashionably late and carting a big bag of takeout food.

They're all here.

Once everyone is gathered, sitting and leaning on the furniture, talking brightly over the noise of the television, mind-blowingly normal, Taeyong rights himself and stands up.

"Okay! Ground rules," he says.

"Don't need 'em," Johnny dismisses.

"Yes, we do. Especially with a new person here," Taeyong replies. "Let's go over them"

"Who put you in charge?" Hyuck complains.

Taeyong blinks at him, nonplussed. "You did. All of you, when you voted me team captain."

You wonder how they even have time for sex with all of this going on.

But Taeyong has his phone out and is scrolling carefully. Do they...write down their orgy rules? Do they have enough orgies that they need written rules?

"The basics. Ask first, don't be an asshole, don't bite people without permission, that means you, Yuta," Taeyong lists, "Don't choke anyone even 'as a joke,' okay, Hyuck?"

"That's discrimination," Yuta says.

Donghyuck whines, "It was Mark, how am I supposed to be held responsible for-"

"No unsolicited backshots, absolutely no filming or pictures, no bullying of any kind," Taeyong reads, and he glances up, face unamused. "Doyoung."

"When-" Doyoung sputters, 'When would I ever-"

"And lastly, whatever happens here, stays here. No grudges, no weirdness, no ruining friendships. If you catch feelings because of the sex, you talk it out like a man," Taeyong says, with finality.

"Does that sound okay?" Jaehyun asks you, calm and placid as per usual, even as the others squabble over the callouts.

You nod. "Really good, actually."

It's all so casual. So no-nonsense, really, even with the personal shots called.

"It's Doyoung's turn for beverages and snacks, so blame him if anything sucks," Taeyong says. "Other than that, we're good to go."

Doyoung scoffs. "Excuse me-"

He doesn't finish his complaint, because he's hit in the face with and summarily buried under Yuta's discarded hoodie, and with that, it begins.

For a while, you just watch.

You'd wondered what it would be like. Your first group sex experience. It's...not all that strange, actually.

As if they've just been counting the seconds until they're allowed to do this, Jungwoo practically tackles Yuta over the back of the sofa, and they disappear onto the floor on the other side with just Yuta's maniacal delighted laughter to let you know that they're okay.

You kneel up on the sofa cushions to get a look at them, just out of curiosity. There's hands in jeans and Yuta's butterfly tattoo standing out starkly on his hips and God, you didn't know Jungwoo had abs like that-

Better let them be, you think, and you sit back down properly.

In your distraction of approximately eight seconds, Donghyuck has gotten a very apprehensive-looking Doyoung backed against the far wall, with Taeil not far behind.

Johnny is fielding a similar eager approach, as Mark has climbed from his own seat and is leaning deep into Johnny's personal space, their faces inches apart, Jesus-

This is a lot. This is so much.

"They're always just so, so horny," comes Taeyong's voice.

He and Jaehyun have taken up the extra seats on the sofa with you, just watching the chaos the same as you are.

"Think Doie is gonna let that happen?" Jaehyun asks, with a nod over to the corner.

Taeyong snorts. "Looks like it's happening."

"You two don't want to get in there?" you ask.

"Don't you?" Jaehyun counters.

"Thought you could use some semi-normal company, to ease you in," Taeyong says. "Maybe you'd need some time to get comfortable. Not all of us are Jungwoo."

"You'd be damn lucky if you were!" Jungwoo's affronted voice pipes from behind the sofa.

Taeyong nods at you solemnly. "He's got Yuta this time, he's right."

"I'm pretty comfortable," you admit.

"Then d'you wanna make out?" Jaehyun asks.

There's something so intriguing and inherently relaxing about his direct approach. No nonsense, no holding back. He wants it, he's gonna ask for it. You'd be a fool to say no.

"Sure."

So your first orgy experience is a kiss.

A good, slow, deep kiss, complete with Jaehyun's big careful hands holding you steady. You can't pretend you've never thought about kissing Jaehyun before. Of course you have. He's handsome, steadfast, incredibly funny and quick despite his laid-back nature.

It actually starts to feel more like an orgy experience when you feel another hand touch you, tentative, just a poke at your shoulder.

"Can I..." Taeyong starts, licking his lips.

You would trust Taeyong to do quite literally anything, but still, you turn slightly in Jaehyun's grip to tease, "Can you...?"

"I wanna take this off," he says, plucking at your top.

"I would hate to be the first one naked," you say.

"You definitely wouldn't be," Jaehyun points out.

You glance around, and yeah, true. Donghyuck is bare-ass naked, over there, and Johnny's shirt is gone, and you're pretty sure that those are Yuta's jeans hanging off the closed curtains. Well, hey. They've already started.

"Yeah, go ahead," you grin.

So your shirt goes, and then Taeyong's, showing off his lean figure and his little colorful tattoos, and then Jaehyun's just to make things fair.

Kissing Taeyong is just natural at that point, and it's such a starkly difference experience from kissing Jaehyun that your head spins, a little. He's eager where Jaehyun was controlled, easy to accommodate when you press forward, when you readjust.

"I think," Taeyong muses, against your lips, "I think I want to see Jae fuck you, first."

You pull back, grin. "Why him?"

"He invited you, didn't he?"

"Dibs," Jaehyun says.

"And dibs," Taeyong agrees.

"You can't dibs a person," you pout.

"I just did," Jaehyun says. "Why, you don't want me?"

"Maybe I came here just for Mark," you say.

Jaehyun thumbs over his shoulder. "He's busy."

Mark is indeed busy, with Johnny's dick down his throat. Ah, well.

"You can have Mark next," Taeyong grins. "Jaehyun first."

"I want you next," you say, cheeky.

"Fine, you picky bitch. Jaehyun, me, Mark, if you're serious."

You would keep arguing, just to be annoying, if Jaehyun didn't hook his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and bite down on your throat gently in tandem. No, rather, that makes you gasp into Taeyong's mouth, still so close to yours.

"I thought no biting was a rule!" you complain.

"Oops," Jaehyun grins.

"You broke the rules."

He shrugs. "Punish me, then."

"Later," Taeyong says. "Get going, someone else is gonna want a piece of one of you, soon, and I don't wanna miss this."

Excited, hazy with arousal, and certain that both Taeil and Johnny, from their respective corners and sides, are watching you, time contracts into nothing as you strip, as you climb astride Jaehyun, as you wave off Taeyong's offer of a condom, and you lower yourself onto his waiting - impressive, admittedly very very nice - erection, and settle into place against the cradle of his hips.

Jaehyun's hands are everywhere at once. Your breasts, your hair, your thighs where they fall on either side of his body. The attention is almost overwhelming, and there's a whole other person here, too.

"View good enough?" you ask Taeyong, half-joking.

"Flawless," he answers.

He's right up behind you, still in his loose shorts, his thin chest pressed to your back as he hooks his chin over your shoulder to see even better. After a moment, as you fidget and adjust, Taeyong's hands find your hips and begin to guide you against Jaehyun.

You're not sure when Taeyong took control of the situation, here, but he certainly has it. In a strange kind of way, too. Suggestion and help, more than anything. Emphasis on you, what you're feeling, what would be best for you, as he touches you lightly, mouths over your throat gently.

With Taeyong's help, it's not long before your orgasm looms. His careful fingers over your clit, and Jaehyun rocking shallowly upward into you.

"Gonna cum," you warn.

"I've been holding it back," Jaehyun replies, "Go ahead."

"Fast," Taeyong teases, reaching around you to tweak Jaehyun's nipple.

"I haven't been with a girl in a while," he defends.

"Forgot how good it feels?" Taeyong grins.

"So good. Like heaven."

They're messing around, but the admission of it seems to push Jaehyun right over the edge, because his hands nudge Taeyong's out of the way so he can pull your hips down to meet his and dig his fingers into your skin hard enough to bruise.

The hot spill of him into you, no condom, is better than you'd imagined, and when you glance up to see that Johnny and Taeil are still watching, and now Yuta and Jungwoo, too, Taeyong's fingers over your clit are too much.

You cum with a strangled sound that isn't quite anyone's name.

And when you've finished, when the fog is clearing from your head, Jaehyun eases you off him, ever so gently.

"Thanks," he says, smacking a loud kiss on your forehead. "Shit. That was good."

He's so strange.

"I'm glad," you reply, amused.

Taeyong chooses that moment to pounce, nudging you onto your back and crawling between your thighs, his shorts gone, now.

"I left a mess for you," Jaehyun says. "Just how you like it."

Hands on your shoulders make you jump, and you look up to find Yuta leaning over you, white-blonde hair falling into his face.

"Lemme in," he says.

You sit up enough for Yuta to scoot behind you, and now you're propped against his chest, with Taeyong ready and waiting between your legs. Sandwiched again between two men, but different ones, this time.

Now, truly, it feels like an orgy.

"I'm next," Yuta informs you.

"Wait your damn turn," Taeyong says.

He's dragging himself through your messy folds, picking up the obscene mix of your release and Jaehyun's, and you squirm against Yuta in overstimulation as he presses into you.

This is going to be a long, long night.

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #moon taeil smut #lee taeyong smut #johnny suh smut #nakamoto yuta smut #kim doyoung smut #jung jaehyun smut #kim jungwoo smut #mark lee smut #lee donghyuck smut #yikes this could have been so much longer but i had to stop for my health

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 15: Size kink with YunGi

Trigger warnings: none?

Content warnings: names (honey, sweetheart, baby, tiny, little one), oral (f receiving), fingering, size kink (it’s in the name babes), the boys kiss a couple times and talk to each other about mc as if she isn’t there

Summary: Your two best friends finally drum up the courage to ask if they can fulfill your fantasy.

Word count: 3480

Tags: @hyuckilstan @mork-ly @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

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“But you get what I’m saying, right?” Your eyebrows were raised so high that if you attempted to lift them any further they might merge with your hairline. You were defending yourself against their teasing after you once again began to drone on and on about the wonders of large men and how perfect the world felt when one was taking care of you. “Like large, warm men are just ideal. I love it when a man makes me feel tiny, regardless of his actual stature, but big guys are the fucking dream.”

“So are you saying we’re every girl’s wet dream? Or just yours?” Yunho quirked an eyebrow at you and your face dropped, suddenly embarrassed about where your rambling had gotten you. Of course, they were every girl’s wet dream - especially yours - but you hadn’t meant to admit that.

“Are we ideal, y/n? Half a foot taller than you, moderately attractive, physically fit…”

Moderately attractive? Mingi, come on now. Moderately attractive is an insult to both of you. You’re both fucking hot… You realized you’d been staring between them without so much as blinking and quickly shook your head, turning back to the tv and pressing play. “You know what I meant…” You mumbled, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Right, right, sorry…” Yunho conceded, standing from his place beside Mingi on the sofa. “I’m gonna go grab a beer. Want anything?” You both shook your heads no and Yunho left to retrieve his drink. Mingi watched him go, giving a subtle nod as he exited the room before turning his attention back to you.

“Between you and me, he’s ideal, right?” He asked quietly as he scooted the tiniest bit closer to you, leaning down in an attempt to appear secretive. “He’s tall and pretty. He has really nice hands and he’s a great cuddler and he’s so fucking warm…you’re into that so surely you can appreciate the masterpiece that is Jeong Yunho, right?” His voice dipped lower and you just barely managed to contain the shiver his tone prompted, placing the remote on the coffee table and settling back in.

“Stop, he’s gonna hear…”

“So I’m right then.”

“I didn’t say-”

“You didn’t disagree with anything I said, even refusing to answer so you wouldn’t incriminate yourself. I’m right and we both know it.” He rolled his eyes, leaning in so he was only a few inches away from you.

“What are you right about?” You startled slightly as Yunho dropped down beside you, beer in hand.

“Nothing. He-”

“That she thinks you’re hot.” You all went quiet for a moment, your cheeks flushing crimson as you waited for Yunho to speak up.

“Is that so?” He sounded amused as he settled in, draping his arm behind you on the sofa.

“Mhm. I asked her when you left and she didn’t even try to deny anything, just told me to be quiet so you wouldn’t hear.” Mingi hummed. Fucking traitor.

“How cute.” Yunho teased, leaning a bit closer. “Your face is all red, honey, are you okay?”

“Yeah ‘m fine…” You mumbled, eyes still trained on the tv. The condescension in his tone made your gut twist in excitement and you tried not to let it show but they both noticed the way you pressed your thighs together.

“You sure about that?” His knuckles brushed against your jaw and you swallowed hard as his long fingers tucked your hair behind your ear. “You look like you’re struggling, sweetheart.”

“Like you need a couple of big, warm men to take care of you.” Mingi added, using your previous statement to his advantage as he caressed your neck with his knuckles. You closed your eyes as you took what was intended to be a steadying breath, which quickly became shaky when you felt hot breath on either side of your neck.

“I should’ve kept my mouth shut…” You muttered and they both chuckled softly before Yunho backed off. You could almost breathe again when he tipped your head back with just his index finger, forcing you to rest your head on his arm.

“Maybe you should’ve. But you didn’t and now we know you definitely had us in mind when you were going on about how much you love large guys.” Yunho’s voice was deeper than usual and almost raspy now as he gently gripped your chin between his first finger and thumb, turning your face towards him. “Look at me.”

You didn’t want to. You were afraid of what you might find if you did. What if they were just toying with you and were going to walk away as if nothing ever happened after confirming their suspicions? You knew they weren’t cruel like that but the fear was still there. After a few moments of silence, during which his thumb swiped back and forth across your chin, you finally opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“Do you want us to stop? Because we will if that’s what you want.” You didn’t. You definitely didn’t want them to stop. But you were embarrassed, almost ashamed to admit how much time you’d spent thinking about this moment, thinking about them. “Y/n.” He pulled you from your thoughts and you blinked up at him. “Do you want us to stop?”

You slowly shook your head and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his expression grow more relaxed. He’d been so concerned that they were crossing the line but he was filled with renewed confidence at your response. He gently pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb and his eyelids grew heavy as he leaned in.

You gasped quietly when you felt Mingi’s lips on your neck but Yunho was quick to drink up the sound, pressing his lips to yours. His hand dropped from your chin and moved to grab Mingi’s hand from his lap, urging him to touch you. You let out a soft whimper when their hands slipped under your shirt and both of them responded with low groans as their hands moved higher. Mingi’s teeth scraped against your neck as he tugged your bra down and you pushed into his hand, head spinning when Yunho licked into your mouth.

Your hands, which had initially become fists at your sides, unfurled and reached for either of them. You ghosted your fingertips over their thighs and took note of the way Mingi shifted closer to you in the hopes that you’d touch his dick. Yunho seemed to have a little bit more control than Mingi, barely reacting when you gently squeezed his thigh. But when you did finally press your palms flat to their laps, Yunho’s lips left yours as he let out a soft curse. Mingi groaned and pushed upwards into your touch but Yunho grabbed your wrist to stop you. Your disapproval was obvious as you whined in protest but Yunho quickly silenced you.

“Your room or mine?” His question was directed at Mingi, who pulled back and looked down at you with a dazed expression.

“Yours.” Without another word, Yunho stood and you had to fight the sudden urge to spring forwards and start mouthing at the tent in his flannel pajama pants. Mingi stood with him and you looked up at both of them, trying your hardest not to stare at their dicks. Yunho seemed to notice your struggle and chuckled softly.

“Poor thing wants us so bad, Mingi. Look at her.” You wanted to pout but the whole thing was too hot. “You can stare all you want, sweetheart. You can even touch if you’d like.” He finally addressed you and you shivered. You certainly did want to touch them but you refrained, standing with them. You were entirely too thrilled at the way they loomed over you.

Mingi didn’t say a word as he ushered you towards Yunho’s bedroom, his large hand on your lower back as you walked with the two of them. His jaw ticked as Yunho closed the door behind you and for a moment you wondered if he actually wanted this. Then he turned to you and pulled you against him, capturing your lips in a demanding kiss, and you realized he was more than a little excited to be there.

You craned your neck to kiss back and placed your hands on his shoulders, trying not to get too far ahead of yourself. You felt Yunho step behind you and shivered when his large hands came into contact with your hips. Being caught in between them was dizzying and you didn’t know if you’d be able to exist in the same space as them without combusting after everything was said and done.

Yunho’s hands slipped between you and Mingi and he cupped you through your flannel pants that matched his own. Mingi’s lips began to trail down your neck and you allowed yourself to get a bit louder as they worked you up. You finally let out a desperate whine and pushed into Yunho’s touch, opening your mouth to beg for more only to be cut off. “You want us to fuck you, tiny?” You nodded quickly at Mingi’s question as he pulled back from your neck to tower over you. God he was so tall…

“Tiny? That’s-” You responded to the name before Yunho could finish, looking over your shoulder at him expectantly. “I was gonna say that was a cute name but the way you whipped around to look at me as soon as I repeated it has me thinking cute isn’t the right word.” He let out a huff of laughter and started to pull back, hands catching the hem of your shirt and lifting it. “Can I take this off?” You nodded again and a moment later you were topless.

Mingi didn’t bother asking before unclasping your bra, dropping it on the floor once he had it off. “Fuck…” He groaned, leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth. You’d known for years that he appreciated a nice set of tits and you’d caught him staring at yours before but never brought it up because it didn’t seem that important. Now you were starting to wonder if there’d been more to it or not because the way he took in as much as he could, sucking before pulling off with a pop, a string of spit connecting you to his mouth…well it was clear he’d spent time thinking about the best course of action if he ever got the chance to play with your tits.

Yunho chuckled at Mingi’s neediness and pulled you closer to him, his erection pressing against the small of your back as you rested your head against the front of his shoulder. “You want her that bad?” He teased, earning a glare as Mingi righted himself. “I guess I can be nice and let you have her first.”

“What, don’t wanna try eating her out together?” Mingi challenged with a grin. Your cheeks went a soft pink as they spoke about you as if you weren’t there.

“Now there’s an idea. What do you think, sweetheart? Want us to take turns tasting that pretty pussy?” Yunho hummed as his hands moved from your hips to your bare belly. Your panties were already sticking uncomfortably to your folds but the way he asked his question made you soak clean through them.

“Please…” You nodded eagerly, annoyed at how desperate you sounded. They started to pull away and you grabbed them by the wrists, looking between them. “Can…can I touch you both first?” You wanted, needed to at least feel their skin under your touch before they each had one of your legs slung over their shoulders.

“Of course, honey.” Yunho cooed.

“Anything our sweet girl wants.” Mingi added as Yunho leaned down and pecked your shoulder.

You looked up at him for a moment before reaching for him. Your hands slipped under the hem of his shirt and gently gripped just above his hips. Your thumbs swiped back and forth, taking in the way his skin burned under your touch, and you finally looked up at him. He looked ready to devour you but didn’t move an inch as you took him in.

Finally, you allowed your hands to move higher, taking his shirt with them. You carefully pulled it over his head a moment later and tossed it aside before allowing your palms to press against his firm chest. He wasn’t built but he was beautifully toned and your mouth was running dry as your fingers danced over his skin. Your hands looked so small against his chest it was almost comical.

You shuddered at the realization of just how small you were compared to them and leaned forwards to press a series of soft kisses to his chest as your hands slid lower. Your nails lightly scraped against his belly before you hooked your fingers in his waistband and his breath hitched as he tipped his head back. He allowed you to push his matching pajama pants down but stopped you when you reached for his boxers, urging you to simply tease him instead of stripping him.

You wanted to slip your hand inside his underwear but refrained, knowing if you started touching him then you wouldn’t stop. Instead, you toyed with him through the thin cotton, running your fingertips along the outline of his length and allowing your tongue to dart out just to say you’d finally gotten a taste of him. He let out a low groan and was about to haul you off to the bed when Yunho grabbed your hips and pulled your ass against him.

“Don’t you think it’s fair that we both get some attention, sweetheart?” You didn’t get a chance to respond before they worked together to spin you around. Mingi pulled you into his chest as Yunho tugged his shirt off, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you and play with your tits again. Your mouth ran dry once more at the sight of him. He was softer than Mingi, probably the slightest bit warmer too, and had the faintest of happy trails. Your knees grew weak and you reached for him only for both of them to stop you in your tracks. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. I’ve gotta taste you.”

You whined when you were prevented from touching him but allowed them to move you to the bed, biting your lip when Yunho lifted you off the floor. “Fuck, she’s so little…” Mingi said, voice somewhere between a moan and a sigh as he watched Yunho carry you.

“So small and pliant…” Yunho sighed as he placed you on the bed. “Why don’t you move to the middle of the bed and make yourself comfortable, little one?” You whimpered at the name and quickly complied, reclining against Yunho’s fluffy pillows. Something about the way his scent surrounded you made you dizzy, made your pussy clench in excitement.

“I think she likes that one.” Mingi hummed and turned his attention to you. “You like being called that, baby?” You nodded quickly and lifted your hips when Yunho’s fingers hooked in the waistbands of both your pajama pants and your panties.

“I like when you guys make me feel small…” You murmured and pressed your thighs together when you were finally laid bare before them, somewhat nervous to show them the effect they’d had on you with only a few touches.

“So much so that you have to hide it from us?” Yunho teased as he kicked his own pants off and moved towards you. You blushed and bit your lip, keeping your eyes down.

“Come on, tiny.” Mingi joined you on the bed and placed a hand on your knee. “Can we see?”

You gave a small nod and Yunho mirrored Mingi, both of them guiding your legs apart. You had to force yourself not to squeeze your legs back together when they both let out soft curses under their breath. “She’s fucking soaked.”

“Do you think she’ll be able to take us?”

“Not together like we’d hoped.” Wait, what? Your eyes snapped to Yunho, wide with confusion.

“What, did you think we hadn’t discussed this beforehand? We’ve wanted you pretty much since we met, tiny, of course we talked about it.” Mingi’s words went straight to your pussy and you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

“Why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner? I’ve been dying to get pinned down by one or both of you for years now.”

“Is that so?” Yunho’s lips twitched up into a smirk and you nodded. “Well then we ought to take care of you right away, shouldn’t we, little one?”

“Please do.” You nodded vigorously and they both settled on their stomachs between your legs. The way they looked up at you, their eyes filled with an excitement that betrayed the laid back demeanor they were both trying to convey, made you stifle a pitiful sound.

They didn’t wait for any further instruction, they both simply wrapped an arm around your thighs and let their fingers spread you open as they dove in. You gasped and allowed yourself to sink into the pleasure, propping up on your elbows to get a better look. The sight that greeted you had your stomach twisting in excitement.

Their tongues worked fast against you, tangling with each other as they went. They were practically making out with each other right over your pussy and you felt like you might just pass away if they actually attempted to do something together while you watched. You couldn’t dream of stifling the mewls of pleasure they forced out of you as you watched helplessly.

You felt disappointment bubble up in your chest when Yunho pulled back in favor of kissing your thigh, leaving a series of gentle bites in his wake. That disappointment was quashed when Mingi closed his lips around your clit and sucked. You allowed yourself to fall back against the pillows as your back arched but that was a mistake. Looking away meant you didn’t know what was coming, though you couldn't have prepared yourself for the delicious sensation of Yunho’s long, beautiful fingers sliding into you.

They mentioned having discussed this before but how often had they talked about it? This was practiced. They worked together too well for it to have been a single conversation. Yunho’s fingers curled and pressed against your g-spot, dragging along your walls as he thrusted them into you at the same pace as Mingi’s tongue flicked over your clit. You weren’t going to last long like this.

You felt a burn spreading beneath your skin as they worked you closer to your orgasm but it was cruelly ripped away when they halted their actions. You made a distressed noise, your head shooting up off the pillows to see why they stopped. Just as your eyes focused on them, they kissed, sucking on each other’s tongues as they savored your taste. They quickly resumed, this time Yunho eating you out while Mingi’s fingers plunged into you, and your eyes rolled back. That was easily the hottest thing you’d seen all night, both of them so eager to taste you that they were willing to get even the smallest amount from each other’s mouths.

Your head spun as you relaxed against the pillows again, both hands reaching to pull their hair. The knot in your belly was growing tighter with each thrust of Mingi’s fingers, each flick of Yunho’s tongue, and you were certain you were about to fall apart. You warned them of your impending orgasm but they didn’t dare let up to draw this out any longer. No, they carried on and the pleasure steamrolled your entire body, rendering you helpless as your thighs trembled beside their heads. You let out a pathetic wail as pure bliss filled your veins, your grip on their hair tightening to the point it was painful for them, though they certainly didn’t mind. They were both into that.

They only slowed down when your moans began to border on screams and you began to try and squirm away from them. You were thankful you didn’t have to tell them it was becoming too much because you weren’t sure you could form words at the moment. Your brain was mush. You were unable to lift your head despite your desperation to watch as they kissed again, cleaning up your release with their tongues.

When you could finally move again, you lifted your head and bit your lip when you found them staring back at you. “Think you’re ready to take us, little one?”

“Cause we’re dying to feel you, tiny.”

You nodded but didn’t get a chance to speak before they were putting you in position.

#kpop smut #ateez #ateez smut #ateez yunho #jung yunho #jung yunho smut #ateez mingi #mingi #mingi smut #ateez yungi #yungi smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #this was entirely self indulgent #sorry it’s late #i was ascending to the astral plane over it

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wildfluwer · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 8

Kim Mingyu (민규) – Dirty Talk

Word Count: 479

Warnings: shit dirty talk, no condom use, mention of dumbification, cumming inside,

“You like this baby,” Mingyu’s voice is deep and husky as he pistons into you, fingers playing with your clit to get you to your orgasm. He grins when you nod, a loud moan escaping your open mouth as you lay there, fucked out against the pillows.

“Yeah? You like my cock splitting you open?” He teases, angling his hips upwards to hit your g-spot with every thrust. He can’t help but smirk when you gasp and whine at the intense pleasure, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Gonna make you cum on my cock so many times baby. I’m gonna fuck you dumb sweetheart,” You know he’s grinning whilst saying it, hands pulling your hips into his every time he snaps his hips forwards.

You already feel fucked dumb, babbling nonsense and moaning freely as you feel yourself fall over the edge. “Gonna cum for me baby? Moan for me, let everyone know who you belong too,” He urges you as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Your pussy is clenching down on his cock, walls fluttering around him as he lets out a deep growl that has his fingertips digging into the skin on your hips.

Your moans are loud and high pitched, echoing through the room and overshadowing the wet sounds coming from where you meet. “That’s it baby, let them know you’re mine,” He smirks, hearing you curse and moan his name.

Your hand grips the (once) crisp sheets beneath you, your other hand coming up to clutch onto Mingyu’s large bicep. Your body shudders as you release, coating Mingyu’s cock in your juices.

He doesn’t stop his thrusts, giving you no time to come down from your high before its building up again. He’s throbbing inside you, turned on by your moans. His thrusts are harder and deeper than before.

“Gonna fuck you so good baby. Fuck, gonna cum inside you,” He groans, hips stuttering as his cock twitches inside you. You feel so warm and wet; he can’t hold back his orgasm even though he wanted to make you cum again.

He jerks up into you, pushing his cock deep inside you of you as he cums. His thrusts are shallow and desperate; milking his cock as his warm cum fills you up and mixes with your own juices.

His low groans and husky moans have you whimpering, making you wet at just the sound. “You like that baby? Like me filling you up with my cum?”

You can’t help but whine at his dirty words, embarrassed as you hide your face in your arm. He pulls your arm away, pinning them by your head as he catches his breath but stares down at you.

He has every intention to fuck you until you’re both passed out tonight and you know that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

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Post Date: 20th October 2022 Content: Smut Word Count: 869 TW?: Breeding/ Creampie/ Penetration/ Dry humping ~

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The movie was so boring, that you were ready to gauge your eyes out. Of course, you were the one to pick it but sincerely regretted it once you got into it. It was now the case of trying to find something to distract yourself, to entertain yourself. Once your eyes lay on your boyfriend, thoughts ran through your head.

“I’m bored,” you exclaim, a smirk growing on your face as he rolls his eyes at you, shaking his head.

Hating his lack of reaction, you throw your head back onto the couch, eyes glued to his jawline, following up to his lips that you loved so much, licking your own at the sight of him wetting his, with that tongue that does so much to you.

The only way that you were going to get his attention was by throwing yourself onto him, straddling him as you blocked his full view of the TV and your fingers circled the back of his neck.

“What are you-” he scolds but gets interrupted by your lips grazing against his, licking them seductively before pressing yours against his harshly and your fingers make their way up into his hair, lightly pulling at the strands.

He didn’t have a clue where this was going but how could he complain? How could he protest when the tent in his trousers prove that he was probably enjoying this a little too much for someone who wanted to watch that boring movie?

Humming into the kiss, he hoists you up to place you over his erection, as it pressed hard against your core, making you wet just from the contact of it against you.

It was too hard to resist rolling your hips on it, grinding to give you both pleasurable feelings that surge through your body. “Are you really going to do that?” Hyunjin whispers, smiling ear-to-ear when a whimper falls from your lips.

“How about you take your clothes off and ride this cock like a good girl?” he teases, his whisper in your ear makes your core clutch around nothing as you waste no time in doing as he says.

The minute you lined his tip up with your core, it slid in so perfectly with your soaking core letting it enter with ease. It was gentle at first, with you taking control as you slowly lifted yourself up and dropped yourself down into his cock, feeling it so deep inside of you.

Though Hyunjin groans at the feeling, he couldn’t help but grab tightly on your hips, slamming himself into you which makes you weak at the knees. Your mouth and eyes shoot wide open as you let out a loud scream every time his hips slapped against your inner thighs and core, getting so deep in you that you genuinely thought you could feel him in your guts.

“Shit-” you cry, fingers tangled in his hair as you pull hard on it, head rested against him as he uses all of his power to make you crumble with each powerful thrust that he forces into you.

“Look at you crying over my cock,” he mocks, biting down on your shoulder that makes you yelp, it wasn’t too painful but it definitely added something different to it all.

The way his tip smashed against the top of your walls, constantly hitting against your g-spot every time he slammed back into you made you whimper as you’ve never done before as the feeling becomes overwhelming. “Shit- I’m gonna-” you cry out, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you breathed heavily onto it.

“That’s good baby, cum all over this cock like the pathetic little cock hungry slut you are,” Hyunjin hisses, his thrusts slowly becoming jagged as he realises there was no way he was going to pull out, “Let me fill you up with my babies”.

Hearing him talking about how he wants you to have his kids as he pounds your cunt as his life depends on it made you go over the edge completely and your orgasm hits you so hard that your mind goes completely blank as you scream his name into his neck.

“Daddy-” you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking as you try to get up off his cock as it made you extra sensitive, “Stay there, you’re gonna have my babies”.

Sucking on his neck to get some form of comfort to come down from your high, Hyunjin paints your walls white with his hot liquid, holding you in place down on his cock, balls deep in you as your breathing is hitched, trying to match his breathing pattern.

The way his cock twitched inside of you as he makes sure that not even a drop could spill out of you made you whimper, the pressure that you were feeling felt like it was never going to end.

“That’s a good girl, it’s okay,” he reassures, kissing your cheek as he caressed your side, turning around to carefully place you down on the couch and only then would he pull out of you, making you gasp, already missing the feeling of him being inside of you.

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Kinktober Day 25 - DILF

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: None, just some bog standard smut.

Word Count: 3813

Summary: You’ve been hired by Hongjoong, a single father, to babysit his son, but falling for your new boss wasn’t exactly what you expected to happen.

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You stood at the door of the address you had scribbled down on the small piece of paper in your hand, your nerves started to get the better of you in this moment, it was only a babysitting job so you had no idea why you were so nervous but it was that bad you almost walked back home.

“Come on, get a grip it’s not like you’re going to die.” You quietly say hyping yourself up. With a deep breath you calm your shaking hands and knock on the door. Small shuffles could be heard from the other side before the door handle started to fidget and open. You were taken aback seeing as no one met your line of sight but upon looking down you were greeted with a bright eyed toddler.

“Why hello there.” You coo kneeling down to his height.

“Are your parents home.”

“Daddy!” The small child shouted out while padding off in search of their father.

“Sungho, what did I tell you about opening the front door.” The father lightly scolded the child that was now in his arms as he approached the door.

“I’m sorry about my son, how can I help?” The man chuckled.

“Are you Mr Kim, I think I spoke with you on the phone about the babysitting job.” His eyes widened a little almost as if he forgot about the whole thing.

“Oh yes, Y/n right? Of course come in.” He said stepping to one side letting you in through the door and placing the child back down.

“Go on and play for a little bit, daddy needs to speak to this nice lady for a few minutes.” And with a small nod from the child he was gone.

The man opened the door to his, by your guess, study. You were in awe at how organised he seemed to be, nothing was out of place, files organised alphabetically and the calendar on his desk was colour coded.

“Take a seat.” He gestured to the two small armchairs in front of you.

“You have a lovely place Mr Kim.” You state breaking the silence.

“Thank you and please call me Hongjoong, I don’t feel the need for formalities.” You nod feeling slightly lees tense but still a little on edge.

“Have you ever had a babysitting job before?”

“No this is the first one I applied to, I’m in university so I needed to fond something to make a little bit of money on the side and I love kids so why not make money from something I love.” Your statement made him smile, you were honest and he liked that a lot and from the brief interaction you had with Sungho moments earlier he could see you were genuine about you like towards children.

Hongjoong ran through some questions with you he felt would be important, stuff like if you have a criminal record, if you drive, if you can cook, ect and your answers were ticking all of his boxes.

“Well Y/n, you seem to be a perfect fit for the job and I’d love to take you on, but there is one more test you will have to go through.” Your heart sank a little, you were so close but what if you messed it all up with this next test?

“I might like you but we need to see if Sungho likes you, after all he’ll be the one spending the most time with you.” You sighed a little in relief, you were great with kids so you were confident that Sungho would love you.

Following Hongjoong into the living room you see Sungho dancing in front of the TV to baby shark and your heart completely melted.

“Sungho, Y/n is here to play with you for a little bit while I made some phone calls, be good okay.” Sungho smiled up at his father before focusing his attention on you pulling you by your hand to play with him.

The next half an hour consisted of you dancing with Sungho and playing various games he thought up with his toys. Hongjoong on the other hand had not made any phone calls in that time, he spent the half an hour sitting in his study with the door cracked open just enough to hear your interactions and it was safe to say he was very happy with what he was hearing, Sungho hadn’t stopped giggling a squealing with excitement since he left the room. The sounds did make his heart ache a little, he missed hearing his son laugh like this, being a single father was difficult especially with a job as demanding as his own, he was just glad that right now Sungho was happy and he was able to whiteness it.

“Daddy!” Sungho shouts running over to Hongjoong who’d just emerged into the room.

“How’s my little champ doing, are you having fun?” Sungho nodded excitedly pointing in your direction.

“My monster just beat her robot!” A chorus of explosion sounds came from Sungho as he tried to tell his father about the epic battle the two of you just had.

“It was a pretty close fight but my robot wasn’t strong enough.” You laugh raising your hands in surrender smiling at Sungho who was still reliving the game.

“I’m going to say you had fun with Y/n, is that right?” Hongjoong asked kneeling down to Sungho.

“Loads of fun!”

“Would you be happy then if I asked Y/n to come over and play with you while I’m at work?” Sungho’s eyes lit up as he tugs lightly on your sleeve, pleading eyes looking up at you begging you to agree to play with him more.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Words could not describe the joy you were feeling and for once you couldn’t wait to start working.

A month had gone by since you’d started babysitting Sungho and so far it was the best decision you’d ever made Hongjoong and Sungho made you feel welcome and like they’d known you for years, it was no chore watching Sungho and if anything you found yourself being more excited than him when it came you your shift. The job had it’s perks, you were paid to be a child, you were paid any petrol money if you decided to take Sungho out for the day and Hongjoong let you have free roam of the apartment letting you help yourself to anything at any time. The other benefit of the job that you soon came to notice was apart from your boss being incredibly handsome (which you were sure to take a mental note of the minute you met him for the first time.) he was also very generous and caring towards you, even when he had a day off and didn’t need you to babysit for him he invited you to go to the park with him and Sungho or simply come over for a movie day, he treated you more like a friend than just some girl who babysat his kid a handful of times a month.

Today was another day where Hongjoong had invited you out with him and Sungho, they were planning on going to the park and then for some ice cream but all morning Sungho had nagged and nagged his father asking if you were going with them until he gave in and called you. Walking down the woodchip path towards the small play area your ears were met with cheerful shouts and the sound of small footsteps.

“Y/N!” Sungho came running up to you clinging to your leg like a small koala.

“How are you little guy? Where’s your daddy?” You ask picking him up and lightly pinching his cheeks making him laugh hysterically.

“Mister over here has been nagging for you all morning.” Hongjoong laughed seeing you walk up to him.

“He refused to do anything until I at least called you.” You giggle turning your face back to the small child.

“Were you pestering daddy again.” Sungho nods with an expression full of victory.

“Good.” You set him back down and watched as he ran off to play with some of the other children in the park.

A few moments go by and you and Hongjoong got yourselves caught in deep conversation while Sungho was busy playing.

“Hongjoong, can I ask you something?” His head tilts a little waiting for you to ask.

“Please tell me if I’m over stepping any boundaries here but I was wondering where Sungho’s mother is, I’ve never met her so I was just curious if she was still in the picture.” A sigh left Hongjoong as his eyes dropped a little looking over to his son who was oblivious to the current conversation.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.” You quickly say reading how he reacted.

“No, no it’s okay you’re bound to find out one day anyway. Me and Sungho’s mother split up 2 years ago, it was pretty messy we were always arguing and in the end we thought it was best to go our sperate ways. I guess it was good timing I’d rather us have split when we did than any later, Sungho doesn’t remember any of it so to him all of this is normal. She was going to have full custody of him but after we got around to finally having a civil chat she agreed to co-parent with me, having him for 1 week at a time.”

You were surprised as to how comfortable Hongjoong felt telling you all of this, it was a sensitive subject and he was still hurt about it even if it was a tiny bit. You nod in understanding placing a comforting hand on his arm.

“You’re a great dad Hongjoong, Sungho talks about all the adventures he’s been on with you both in real life and in games.” He laughs at the mention of the games he plays with his son, some of them replaying in his head.

“He’s a good kid, in an ideal world I’d spend every minute of every day with him, but hey we don’t live in an ideal world so I’ll make the most of what I have.” Your heart was aching for him, you wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him everything will be okay, but right now you didn’t feel like over stepping another boundary today.

“Thank you Y/n, really.” you look at him confused, what had you done for him to tank you?

“You’ve made Sungho really happy over this last month, he loves spending time with you and honestly so do I.” Hongjoong placed a hand lightly on your thigh before looking at you again.

“So thank you Y/n, for making him and me happy.” His sincerity had you all choked up you would have started crying if it wasn’t for Sungho running over to the two of you.

“Can we get ice cream now?” He asks with a pouty lip and big eyes.

“Of course we can champ, come on then lets go.”

The walk back home was a short one but with all the playing and the crash from his sugar high Sungho was wiped out so you offered to carry him on your back the rest of the way home and that’s where he fell asleep, drooling a little on your shoulder not that you minded at all. You set him down on the couch watching as he stirred in his sleep before curling up into a ball and settling.

“Shit is that the time?” Hongjoong whispers to himself grabbing Sungho’s backpack and filling it with a few things.

“What’s up?” You ask going over to help him.

“Sungho’s mother will be here to pick him up in 15 minutes, I didn’t even realise it was that late.” You were both thankful Sungho was asleep because that meant you could pack his things for him undisturbed and before you knew it there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it.” You said placing a hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder before walking off.

“Hi, Sungho is sleeping but come on in.” You said answering the door to the woman who you guessed was the mother. She looked a little puzzled but followed you anyway. Smiling at her sleeping son she turned to you.

“I’m assuming you’re the famous Y/n that Sungho has been telling me about.” You felt a little blush cover your cheeks, you knew he loved having you around but to talk about you to his mother was something else.

“Yes I am, Hongjoong hired me a month ago to watch Sungho when he’s at work and he’s been a pleasure, he’s such a good kid.” You were pleasantly surprised as to how nice she seemed, even if Hongjoong didn’t exactly paint a very good picture of her to you earlier that day.

“Come on champ, Mom’s here to pick you up.” Hongjoong cooed gently nudging his shoulder to wake him up but only having minimal effects.

Now with Sungho gone for another week the apartment felt too quiet now and you weren’t used to it. You decided to stick around a little longer to help Hongjoong tidy up all of Sungho’s things and put everything back in order the way you knew he liked it.

“There.” You say dusting your hands off looking around at the now spotless living room.

“I guess with no child for me to look after I should head home.” You chuckle going to pick up your bag.

“Wait.” Hongjoong stopped you before you took another step.

“Stay a bit longer if you want, I enjoy your company too.” He said placing a hand on your arm. You debated with yourself over it, at least when Sungho was around you were distracted from the thoughts of Hongjoong that usually flooded your brain but now the two of you were alone with no distractions you were nervous.

“I really don’t want to come across as too forward but the last month had made me realise how much I miss company and lately yours has been one of my favourites.” He steps a little closer to you closing the gap inch by inch making your heart beat out of your chest.

“I love having you around, I just wish you could stay a little longer.” And with that it was like something took over Hongjoong, his body reacting faster than his brain, moving on its own closing the gap between you catching your lips with his. It was a quick kiss but the lingering feeling burned your lips.

“Shit I’m so sorry, I guess I’m the one over stepping boundaries today.” He chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his neck. He would have backed off if your hands hadn’t found their way to his face pulling him in for a deeper, longer kiss. The kiss wasn’t what you expected it to be, it was full of need and not just from you, it was like Hongjoong had been thinking the same thoughts as you this whole time. Your back hit the wall with a bit of force which made you gasp against his lips. Your mind was spinning with the way Hongjoong’s lips moved against your own, the way his whole body pinned you to the wall and how his fingers dug into your hips pulling you impossibly close to him.

With slow movements his hands made their way under your shirt, the pads of his fingers burning your skin with the lightest touch. Right now his pace was too slow for your liking, you knew by now you were both on the same page so there was no hesitation from you when your hands rushed to work on the buttons of his shirt, it was evident you were having a little trouble hands working faster than they should and fumbling over every button and your eyes shut as you were still hypnotized by his lips. With tongues fighting against each other, heavy breathing as you tangle yourselves between items of clothing from trying to tear it from one another, you shift along the corridor to the bedroom, completely letting lose the minute you get through the door. The clothes made a trail from outside the living room to the bedroom, and you were practically bare in front of each other by the time Hongjoong had the chance to lay on the bed, pulling you over him so you straddled his lap. Your lips don't disconnect for no longer than a second, becoming addicted to how good the other tastes on your tongues.

He didn't intend to end up underneath you, usually loving the way he had some control when he's on top, but the way you grind against his covered erection, the friction causing so much pleasure for the both of you he didn’t care if he was on top or not. He was losing his patience, if he’d have known you’d felt this way then he would have made a move ages ago, so now he was making up for lost time, he needed to feel you. Hongjoong tapped your thigh before breaking the kiss looking at you through glazed eyes.

“Off.” He commanded with a low voice snapping the waistband of your panties against your hip. You did as you were told in an instant and watching how he rid himself of his boxers in the same fervour as you make your stomach do flips.

Hongjoong might want to get straight to the main show but you on the other hand was having too much fun and wanted to savour this moment for as long as you possibly could. Returning to your previous position, straddling his hips, you lowered yourself down against his cock, running your soaked core along the length of it, quietly moaning against his lips every time his tip brushed against your clit. You could feel how desperate Hongjoong was just from the way his cock twitched under you and the way his chest was rising and falling at uneven intervals.

“Stop teasing.” He warned biting down on your bottom lip gently making you smile.

“But why, it’s so much fun.” You smile teasingly making sure to follow up your statement with a particularly slow grind making a groan escape his chest and sending your mind reeling.

“I said stop teasing.” Hongjoong grips your hips holding you still in place despite your efforts to continue moving.

“Make me.”

The moment those two words left your lips you were done for. Tightening his grip on your hips he lifted you off him effortlessly, almost light you weighed nothing. it took him a split second to line himself with your core before pushing you down his length, your moans harmonising with his groans as you both bask in the sensation of him stretching you out. You didn’t need a moment to adjust, by this point you were too far gone, the lust taking over. With the bare minimum help needed from Hongjoong you started to slowly bounce, finding a rhythm you can stick with, the only help you needed was his hands on your hips to keep you sturdy, which right now was doing wonders as your pace picked up, if it wasn’t for his hands being where they were you were sure you’d have lost your balance and fallen on him, ultimately killing the mood.

So lost in the sensation and the consistent need to keep Hongjoong’s sweet groans spilling from his mouth you didn’t realise how quickly your legs grew tired, your bouncing gradually slowing down and losing rhythm. Hongjoong noticed your slowing pace before you did, with his fingers digging into your hips he held you in place as he relentlessly fucked up into you, the need becoming too much to settle for slow movements, he was desperate for you both to reach your highs and from the way his cock ached he knew he wasn’t too far off.

Hongjoong taking control had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you flop on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist hugging you close to his chest feeling how your body trembles with each thrust, and the sound of you moaning his name into his ear only spurred him on even more, thrusting harder and deeper each time until he had your walls clenching around his cock like a vice. Losing composure fast you wanted to warn him how close your orgasm was but nothing came out, your moans turned to pathetic whimpers and whines.

“It’s okay, go with it, don’t hold back.” Hongjoong cooed into your ear coaxing you to let your orgasm ride through you with no problem, which it did soon after, flipping you over on your back to give him full control, the final thrust before you feel off the edge was delivered straight to your sweet spot hitting it exactly the way you like it to the point you couldn’t have held back your orgasm even of you wanted to.

Your walls fluttering around his cock as you slowly came down from your high helped Hongjoong reach his own, he realised he never thought this far ahead, you both went straight into it not thinking to use protection no word on if you were on the pill or not, nothing to tell him what to do. His orgasm a hair away from being released panic set in resulting in him pulling out, painting your abdomen with his cum. The sight was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your life, the way his body shuddered as he relieved himself over you, his breathing heavy and cheeks flushed pink he looked as breathtaking as ever.

Falling onto his back next to you he took a few moments to let himself calm down and recover before even thinking of grabbing something to clean you with. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left you as you lay next to him, everything that just happened replaying through your mind. You hear a small hum next to you as Hongjoong turns his head to look at your smiling face.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, that was amazing, but it’s got me thinking?” He cocked an eyebrow at you waiting for you to finish your thought.

“Do you act this way to all your babysitters?” You joke and the giggle that followed made it clear to him that you were only messing, yet he still decided to give you an answer.

“Only to the ones I really like.” Now it was your turn to cock an eyebrow at him.

“And how many have had the privilege?” Rolling on his side to fully face you he cupped your face in his hand pulling himself up so he was only inches away from your lips.

“Only one.”

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✧༺♥༻∞Kinktober Day 4

Yeonjun ft. Jeon Jungkook

Squirting +Mirror sex + Voyeurism

warnings: smut, squirting, mirror sex, unclear sex boundaries, there is slightly dubious consent about JK sitting in

Taglist: @taekookstata @owjohny @dickdeprived @lvefoolishh

word count: 1374 words

a/n: ik this is late. i'm shifting to my college dorm this week so it's a bit hectic. i'm gonna catch up though (hopefully :P)

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“They’re gonna know,” you whimper, glancing at the door, the wooden flooring cold under your ass, contrasting with the heat of the man behind you.

“They won’t,” Yeonjun’s tongue is sticking out between his teeth, a tiny peek of pink in the mirror which you glance at. “There are no cameras in this room, it’s for our personal use.”

“They’ll hear,” you gasp as Yeonjun’s fingers shove deeper in your pussy, two fingers deep already having worked you open already, slick fluid dripping down, pooling on the hardwood floor as Yeonjun fingers you, your body coiling tighter with each brush of his fingers against your nerves.

He nuzzles your ear, your back pressed against his chest and watches in the mirror as you lose your composure under his touch, watches your pretty thighs tremble when he presses the pad of his middle finger to your clit, rubbing tight circles which has you arching your back, falling against him, your skirt bunched at your waist, your panties hanging off your left ankle, a pretty baby pink thing.

“Fuck- ju-junnie!” you moan, your hand scrabbling at his wrist, to press closer, to push him off, you don’t know. The knot in your belly is so tight, you’re on the verge of coming undone. You catch a glimpse of him in the mirror and the sight really hits you.

The practice room, Yeonjun’s concentrated look, the furrow of his eyebrows, how dark his usually soft brown eyes are, the sweat that sticks to both of you. The smell of his deodorant, the tense muscles in his biceps as he hitches you higher into his lap, makes you spread your legs more in the mirror like a wanton whore, putting yourself on display in your boyfriend’s company building knowing anyone can walk in, knowing that the door doesn’t lock from the inside, not after Kai got stuck in one of the rooms and missed a schedule.

Your fingers wander from Yeonjun’s wrist to his knuckles, your orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Inside me, please,” you whisper, a choked moan following right after.

You pray no one comes here, especially not one of the juniors. You don’t want to scar them mentally for life. Yeonjun’s fingers plunge into your sopping wet hole again, a slick squelch audible as he curls his fingers inside you. That was your last straw.

You cum, toes curling in your shoes, body tensing as your pussy flutters around Yeonjun’s fingers, eyes fluttering shut when you see a sliver of black in your periphery.

Someone coughs behind you and then you freeze.

Yeonjun stiffens too, his arms snapping your thighs close with undue strength, making you wince and you turn, eyes widening in horror.

“Hyung,” Yeonjun’s voice is shaky, dumbstruck. Scared.

“You should lock doors, you know? Or do it in rooms that actually lock,” Jungkook states, fiddling with the broken lock on the door. His doe-eyes flick up. “Oh, don’t be scared, I’m not gonna tell anyone, kid,” he grins mischievously, keeping his eyes firmly away from your compromising figure, even now that your legs are closed, you are still acutely aware of your underwear on display for Yeonjun’s sunbae. The Jeon Jungkook.

You want to laugh. You also want to cry and bury your head in Yeonjun’s chest, ashamed. You move to tug up your underwear and hopefully walk away like this never happened in the first place. At least that’s what you try to do but Yeonjun’s hand catches your wrist.

“Do you mind if hyung watches?” Yeonjun asks abruptly, eyes flickering up to meet yours.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Jungkook’s swagger falter as well at Yeonjun’s intonation.

“What- watches what-,” you stumble over your words, gaze whipping back and forth between Yeonjun and a dumbstruck senior standing by the door.

“Yeonjun I don’t thi-,” Jungkook begins but is silenced at the pleading look in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Okay,” you say. “I don’t mind.” And though your hands tremble, a thrill runs through you.

The grin on Yeonjun’s face is Cheshire like, the way his eyes crinkle in an almost unfriendly way. Once, this had been a fantasy he had discussed with you and you had said yes.

“Do you mind watching, hyung?” Yeonjun asks, voice so honeyed, the way it only got when he was at his absolutely depravity.

Jungkook’s lips pursed up but he shook his head, taking long strides across the floor, coming to stand in front of the mirror. You take in the sight of what you have only ever watched in fancams or in passing before, the way the muscles in Jungkook’s calves shift as he crouches down in front of the mirror before sitting against it, eyes wide, wondering, waiting.

“Open your legs for hyung now,” Yeonjun’s hands press on the inside of your thighs, opening you up again. You see Jungkook swallow reflexively as Yeonjun pulls your skirt up, tucking it back into your waistband so it doesn’t fall.

“What would you like to see hyung?” cat-eyes flick up to Jungkook who glances between the bared pink slit and the hungry, almost feral glint in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Finger her like you were doing before,” Jungkook says, keeping his voice as steady as he could.

Yeonjun nods, tracing your folds with a cold index before coming to circle your clit the subsequent pleasure having you buck your hips into his hand.

“Look at hyung while I get you off, okay?” Yeonjun instructs pushing a finger in you. You could cum right now if Yeonjun sped up the slightest bit. Could cum with Jeon Jungkook’s eyes on your, so doe-eyed and yet no innocence, the clench of his jaw an indication of the restraint he was exercising.

Yeonjun kisses your neck, licking behind your ear; you shiver, more wetness pooling on Yeonjun’s fingers. He pushes in three which has you gasping, once again right where you were before Jungkook walked in, so close to orgasm. Yeonjun fingers brush against your g-spot again. And again. And again and you’re moaning, the pressure in your belly unrelenting and there is this other need. You feel like you’re gonna pee. And you really don’t want to in front of two guys.

“Ye- stop, Yeonjun,” you bite your lips, muscles tense, threatening to release you into an orgasm. But Yeonjun is too far gone, to indulged in the way his fingers glisten in the mirror when he pulls them out of you and then pushes the milky arousal back into your cunt, so fucking wet, wetter than he has ever had the pleasure of seeing you.

“Stop- junnie- I’m gonna cu-“ you whisper voice cut short by the fuse going off in your body. You cry out, mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ while Yeonjun still continues fingering you unrelenting.

You hear a soft gasp from Jungkook, the unforeseen amount of wet you feel gush out of you as you climax, vision darkening, heartbeat thundering in your ears and so much fluid coming out of you, you are sure not all of it is just your arousal.

“You squirted,” there is wonder in Yeonjun’s voice. “I didn’t know you could do that.” His hand squeezing your thigh, massaging it while your limp body tried to regain its senses, utterly mortified.

“I didn’t know either,” you whispered, breath heavy, only now realising that the feeling of wanting to ‘pee’ was simply instinct to squirt. Oh my god Yeonjun made me cum so hard that I squirted-

Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath, eyes on the puddle of clear liquid before flicking back up to your face.

“That was… fucking amazing,” he nods as though confirming his conclusions to himself and you feel suddenly even more mortified sitting in front of him with not a single piece of fabric covering your ass and yet dressed in shoes and socks.

“Next time I’m not just watching,” Jungkook says voice deep; promptly getting up and walking out the practice room, but not before you see the imprint of his cock in his joggers.

“I’m gonna make you squirt every single time now,” Yeonjun nips at your ear, massaging your thighs. “Gonna make Jungkook hyung watch again if that’s what it takes.

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writers-ex · 2 years

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kinktober: yes my lady

maid!yeji x princess!reader

word count: 984

warnings: dom!yeji x sub!reader, oral, ~sexual tension~, teasing, my lady/social class kink, stripping, almost getting caught

"fuck yeji right there!! mmm k-keep keep going don't st-" yelling out loud you arch your back as yeji continues to eat out of you. thankful for the placement of your room and yeji's quick thinking the guards nor servants would be coming anytime soon.

*rewind a bit*

"yes my lady." untying the lace you feel your body get lighter with each piece being removed. watching your maid's delicate fingers touch your skin you feel each time warm and fuzzy. your breathing hitches when yeji gets to your corset as she wraps her arms around your waist looking at you square in the eye while she unties her knot. the air feeling heavier and tenser you see a glimmer in her eyes and wonder if she's thinking what you're thinking. testing the waters you decide to move your hands to her hips and leave them there.

"what? i'm...balancing myself while you help me!" rolling her eyes she lets the corset fall watching your breasts sag free causing you to grip her hips tighter. "ahhh~ now that feels great." moving her hands up your stomach yeji's fingers brush against your nipples making you shiver and pinch her. smirking she takes a step closer sizing you up causing you to shrink back into your bed. feeling more exposed now with just your stockings and underwear you feel your cheeks pinken as yeji shoves you against the bed. looking at you with an intense gaze you automatically squeeze your legs shut trying to relief the growing heat pooling below you. noticing what you're feeling yeji gives you a cat-like grin.

"does my lady need help...elsewhere?" moving her hand down to your lap she strokes your thigh with her fingernails causing a jolt to travel down your body. nodding softly she purrs and moves her fingers inside your thighs spreading them open. "where exactly? why don't you show me?" unconsiously you grab her hand and move it closer to your pussy feeling it throb with her touch. rubbing it with her thumb she nods and shakes her head. "let me be of service my lady." falling to her knees yeji pulls your stockings down slowly as she kisses your legs and inner thigh making you roll your head back as you let out a low groan. tugging your underwear off you look down at her and gulp as she brings her face closer to your exposed clit. "did you want me to stop-"

"NO!!!" yelling you shake your head vigorously. "please please continue yeji...i-i need your help, you're the only one that can help me." pleased by your reaction yeji rubs her nose against your inner thigh.

"as you wish my lady~" leaning all the way in she pokes her tongue inside making you grip the sheets as you let out a surprised yelp. eager to hear more of you she gets to sucking you right away, breathing heavily as she starts getting lost in the moment. whining at the sensation you grip her hair and push her in deeper letting herself be buried inside your legs. groaning against you yeji grips your thighs keeping them still as she laps away like someone who hadn't drunk water for weeks. her face shaking against your folds her tongue does the same lapping up every juice and sucking on every bit of skin she could find. pulling her hair as you moan out her name causes her tongue to curl hitting an angle causing you to see stars and your legs shake. the knot in your stomach is about to be released when you hear a knock on your door. eyes wide you look down at yeji who is looking up at you with that same look that got you grounded for flashing the guards on a dare. showing no signs of stopping you try to control your voice as you answer.

"y-yes?!"

"my lady your father wishes to inform you that he wishes to have breakfast with you in the morning to discuss potential solutions."

annoyed by the request you're about to reply when yeji stops and suddenly jabs her tongue harshly right in you making you moan aloud.

"are you alright my lady i could-"

"NO I"M OK I WILL BE THERE NOW LEAVE PLEASE!!!" yelling out you glance over and see the handle stop moving and hurried footsteps walk away from the corridor. after a moment of practically french kissing your pussy yeji pulls away with a smirk to catch her breath. you slump forward twitching and whining at the loss. "what the hell yeji?? did you want to get caught eating out of the princess of the land??"

"um...permission to speak freely my lady."

"granted."

"yes i did and if i'm being honest... we're not done here yet-" gripping your legs she looks up at you with a hungry gaze. "-my lady." winking at you before you could protest for the next two hours yeji tastes, touches, and thinks only of you and your broken pleads and moans to the point of tears streaming down your face.

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 17 - cockwarming

nct 1.1k words female reader insert Reader x Mark Lee NSFW

🖤 warnings: almost entirely Markspeak aka my favorite language, mark lee is inexperienced but well-meaning and ready to learn, penetrative sex, unprotected sex 🖤

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"Yo, I don't think it's like...physically possible, I'm serious."

"What's not?" you ask, groggy.

You'd been almost asleep, but Mark's very serious, very inquisitive statement dragged you right back out of it, much to your frustration. It's suddenly very hard to remember why you let him sleep over so often.

"This."

He slides his phone right in front of your face, resting on the pillow, and you blink against the sudden light. When you adjust, you can see a stupid tweet from someone with an anime profile pic talking about, of all things, cockwarming.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"It just came on the TL, I dunno."

"Do we have to get your internet usage monitored or something?"

"No, fuck you!" he says automatically, "I just don't - how would that even work?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Do you see anyone else here to ask?" Mark pulls his phone back, squinting down at the screen through the thick square lenses of his glasses that sit askew on his face.

He's well and truly woken you up, now, so you sit up more. A closer glance at his phone (that tweet still open - he's obsessed) reveals that it's barely two in the morning. You'd been in that place of mostly-asleep for maybe an hour, and you get the feeling you won't be nodding off again for a while.

"Do you even know what it is?" you ask.

Mark snorts. "Duh. Googled it."

"You couldn't figure it out by context clues?"

"The last fuckin' thing I need is to guess another sex thing wrong, yo," he mumbles.

You give him a vague sympathetic sound and a smack on the shoulder that mostly misses. "Don't wanna get bullied at Dream practice again?"

"As if those guys even get any."

"I'm sure Jeno could if he-"

"Ew," Mark interrupts.

He still has not put the phone down.

"Is there...something else to this?" you ask gently.

"Maybe."

Mark is ridiculous and distinctly teenaged-boy in his sense of humor, but he's not stupid. You know he's trying to roundabout his way into saying something. He wouldn't be fixating on it for any other reason.

"Does that something involve me?"

Mark gives you a half-grin, finally dropping his phone into the sheets. "Ha, maybe."

"Well, let me know when you figure it out." You roll over onto your side, facing away from him.

As soon as you're not looking directly at him, Mark seems to get himself together. Out of the spotlight, as it were, which is ironic.

"Kinda wanna try it."

You smile to yourself. "There we go."

"Is that a yes?"

Mark isn't even in the top 10 horniest guys you've ever met, content to do mostly nothing even when you're spending nights together, which is why you're being patient. He must be really interested in this, to mention it beyond a comment and a quick laugh.

"You need to ask for real so I can answer," you tease.

"I wanna try it," Mark says.

"Neat."

He groans. You hear a clatter that's probably his glasses hitting the bedside table, flung off as he does something dramatic. You peek back over your shoulder, and yep, he's got his head in his hands, slumped into the pillow.

"You could just say yeah and let me try the thing like a normal person," Mark says, through the muffle of his hands.

"That's no fun."

A second later and Mark's gathered up behind you, big spoon. "Please?"

"Go ahead," you say, wriggling into him a bit, "But I'm telling you, based on some things I know, I don't think you're gonna like it."

"Don't underestimate me, yo."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Whether or not you think Mark is going to ultimately like what he's getting himself into, he's determined to try. Obviously, as he presses even closer and lets his hand wander over your waist, under the loose fabric of your pajama shirt, his distracted mouth finding your neck.

You'll always marvel at Mark's natural hesitation manifesting itself as the perfect kind of anticipation game.

Fingers splay across your stomach, dipping ever so slowly toward the waistband of your panties. His breath is hot on your throat as he picks a place to bite down, moves over an inch, moves back, excruciating amounts of time between each action. He's not trying to tease you, but every time he pauses to second-guess himself, he's making you wait, and it kills you.

Perfect Mark Lee form, honestly, being inadvertently good at literally everything.

He doesn't have to understand why he's so good at this, and you're sure he doesn't, but regardless of intent and finesse, you're slipping off your own clothes in frustration after what feels like hours of slow exploration. You've done this enough times. He doesn't need to take his sweet time night after night, but he always does.

Mark doesn't even seem to notice that you've gotten yourself undressed until he goes to grind his clothed cock into you and finds...nothing.

"Aw, shit," he mumbles, and his hands leave you to get his own clothes off.

"Your Google search told you everything, right?" you ask.

It's all skin on skin when Mark returns to his spot behind you. "I don't need Google to tell me how to fuck."

"...Well-"

"Anymore!"

"Not what I was going to say but thanks for the honesty."

"How d'you wanna..." he trails.

You hum, noncommittal. "Like this?"

He huffs out a laugh. "Convenient."

It's easy enough for Mark to haul your leg back over his, giving himself better access as you both lay on your sides, still spooning comfortably. It's even easier to let Mark line himself up and slide home, the angle not particularly deep but letting his head rub over your g-spot with every gentle rock.

It is not easy to get Mark to sit still.

He's energetic at the best of times, a guy with insane body control that translates well into the bedroom despite his stubborn lack of skill or pacing. It's a mystery to you why he's so interested in trying something where the point is to do nothing.

"Gotta stop moving," you chide.

"I know, but damn..."

Eventually he gets comfortable. As comfortable as he's gonna get, anyway.

"How long - I mean-"

"That's the point, isn't it?" you say. "How long can you hold out?"

"Not sure."

You yawn, despite the stimulation. You were tired before, and you're still tired now.

"Well, if it's not gonna be long, let's just do the damn thing and go to sleep," you suggest. "You know, if you can't hang."

You can feel Mark's entire body, pressed so close to yours, tense up. Predictable. Framing it as a challenge is a surefire way to get a top-notch performance from Mark Lee.

"I can."

"You can?" you ask. "You can just lay there, inside me, and not do anything?"

Just to be an asshole, you clench around him, and relish in his fingers digging into your side.

"I can," he repeats.

"We'll see, won't we?"

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hueningchu · 1 year

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If you had to choose.

Genre: Smut, cuckolding, relationship🐇

Paring: Dom!Johnny x Sub!Mark&Reader🐇

Warnings: Smut, Cockolding, Voyeger, Degradation, Praise

Summary: It comes as a huge surprise when your overprotective boyfriend Mark asks you to fuck his friend in front of him. You can’t lie that you always had a sexual attraction to Johnny but for Mark to ask for this is insane. You can’t really fight your sexual urges though when they both get you in a room alone with them.

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“It’s not cheating because all three of us are consenting to it. Cheating would be if Johnny fucked you behind my back but he is fucking you in front of me. See the difference?” Mark had explained this about four different times to you and you still did not understand.

“But wouldn’t that hurt your feelings? You always get so overprotective whenever a guy so much as glances at me for too long.”

“But that’s because some stranger did it. If it were Johnny doing it then I wouldn’t mind as much because that’s my bro.” You raised an eyebrow after he said that and tilted your head.

“How is it any different just because Johnny does it? Shouldn’t that hurt more? Your best friend is lusting over your girlfriend.” You looked over at johnny up and down.

Mark chuckled and sent a look over at his friend. “No, Cause I know he would never act on his lust. I don’t know those strangers and I don’t know if they would act on it. There, you understand now?”

You sighed and looked at the ground. “I can’t. I don’t even know why you would ask me that, Mark.” You honestly started to get mad at this point. What made him think he could whore you out to his friend like this?, and to ask you in front of said friend is even more haunting. “You think I would sleep with Johnny just because you ask me nicely?!”

Marks eyes widened and he immediately got up to go kneel next to where you sat. “I’m sorry baby! “He rushed to make you feel better when he saw tears building up in your eyes. “I thought you would be okay with it but I see now that your not. Let’s leave it alone and never talk about it again.” He hugged you and you hugged him back.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for getting so upset.” You cried into his shoulder and held him tight.

You both heard a scoff come from the other side of the room and whipped your heads to remember the third party in the room. “I guess I’ll be in the living room.” Johnny stood up and walked over to the bedroom door with his hands in his pockets. When he walked past you he stopped and bent down a bit to whisper in your ear. You flinched a bit but let him whisper what he wanted. “By the way, It was my idea. Don’t get mad at mark or anything.” With that Johnny left you too in the room alone.

“What does he mean it was his idea? You said it was yours.” You furrowed your eyebrows at mark in confusion.

“I mean I had always been thinking about it but Johnny was the one who initially brought it up.” Mark stood up and kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna hang with Johnny for a while and when I come back you have me to yourself for the rest of the night.”

When you were left alone with yourself and your thoughts, you started overthinking. The way Johnny worded it sounded very weird but you just shook your head and brushed it off.

Back in the living room the two boys sat on the couch and played fighting games together with nothing but the tv sounds playing. Until Mark said something. “If you just would have listened to me and left me and her alone from the beginning I could have convinced her. You always think you know better than me.”

Johnny paused their game and turned his head to glare at Mark. “You always wanna go the soft route. I thought she would feel more intimidated to say yes if I was there. Now I see I was wrong.” He unpaused the game just to have it paused again by Mark this time.

“I didn’t want her to feel pressured. She’s still my girlfriend and from now on we go with my route because I for sure know her better than you.” Mark finally unpaused their game and Johnny just nodded. They both looked back to the tv to continue playing.

“Yeah, We’ll go your route.”

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Going with the route that mark suggested was the correct one because about two weeks later he came to you and attempted to convince you again. You felt safer and more comfortable when it was just you and him talking about it alone. After about 45 minutes of conversation, you agreed to whatever arrangement mark and Johnny wanted. The communication between you and mark was amazing and out of all your other relationships, he was the best at communicating with you.

One week later and here the three of you sat together in your bedroom. It was very quiet because no one knew how to start this off. Johnny coughed and spoke out. “So..Should I like get undressed or do we wanna wait some mor-”.

“No. No more waiting. Get undressed Johnny and you do the same honey. It’s a little awkward because you guys don’t really talk to each other but that’s okay.” Mark rubbed both of your backs. “This will make you guys closer.” He then turned to you. “And I’ll be sitting over here the whole time so don’t worry.”

Johnny already began to get undressed. It was apparent that he wanted this to happen. You and mark had no idea that Johnny wanted this for so long. Like mark said earlier, there was no way that his best friend would attempt to have sex with you alone but the fact that Mark gave him his blessing was enough for Johnny.

“Should I finger you first? Or should we just get straight to it. I’d prefer the second option but it’s up to you, sweetheart.” You looked over at mark for an answer because you didn’t know what to say. Mark and Johnny had been controlling this whole situation so far, so you weren’t sure what you wanted. Your boyfriend shook his head when he seen you look over at him for an answer.

“No honey you have to answer him. The whole point of this is to pretend that I’m not even here. So just..act like you’re cheating on me with Johnny.”

“What?! But baby I would never ch-”

“I know that you would never think about doing that but in this little role play scenario you have to act. Can you do that for me honey?”

You nodded your head and smiled when Mark blew you a kiss. When you turned back to Johnny he was still awaiting your response. So you gave him the first one you could think of. “I don’t know..You can take control and pick. I don’t mind either way.”

“So you want me to take control?” Johnny asked you just to make sure.

“Yes..” You tried to say loudly but when it only came out as a tiny whisper you put your head down. Johnny grabbed your chin and make you look back at him.

“I can’t hear you, babygirl. Tell me yes or no.”

“Y-Yes. I want you to take control.” You finally said as firmly as you could.

Nodding his head at what you said, Johnny pushed your legs apart and laid down on his stomach. “I’ll work my tongue a bit then.”

You just nodded back at him and bit your lip in anticipation.

Johnny didn’t even bother taking your panties off for the cunninglingus. He just pulled them to the side and got to work. When he licked a strip of wetness on your lips, It caused you to immediately throw your head back.

This was the first bit of intimate contact since the night you first talked to Johnny and Mark. You don’t know why but Mark would keep blowing you off every time you tried to get sexy with him. It would always be a different reason. ‘I can’t have sex within 3 hours of going to the gym. Sorry babe.’ Or he would say something depressing to kill the sexy mood. He has been starving you of sex with him for some reason. You weren’t exactly mad about it but just a bit annoyed because he’s been leaving you sexually frustrated. So you knew this time with Johnny was gonna be amazing.

“Y-Yes please make me feel good..”

Johnny liked the words of encouragement and it made him even more comfortable and confident in what he was doing. “What’s the magic word?”

You tried to turn your embarrassed face away from him but he smacked your hand away and grabbed your chin again you make you face him. “Thats not how you get what you want. Come on, I want you to be a good girl for me. The more sweet you act then the more better I can make you feel.”

“I am being a good girl! It’s just too embarrassing..”

“What’s so embarrassing? You are here with me and only me. No one is gonna laugh at you.” He chucked.

You were tempted to look over at Mark for a second time but did not want to break the fantasy that the boys had set in play. “Im sorry..I’ll be better.”

“Good. Now then, What’s the magic word?”

“Pretty please..” When you said it Johnny could sense himself getting more stiff. Little did he know that you weren't finished yet. “Pretty please..fuck me johnny..”

"That's what i like to hear." Johnny tucked his fingers in the top of your panties to pull them down. After tossing them to the side, Johnny grabbed your legs to put you in the missionary position and lined his dick up with your entrance. You did not acknowledge it but you could hear Mark unbuckle his belt and begin to take his dick out his pants. He genuinely couldn't wait to watch his best friend fuck his girlfriend. Everyone had different kinks and this was his. After mark had gotten ready, Johnny put the head of his dick inside you. He could already feel you clasping around his tip so he just full sent it and pushed the rest inside. "Oh fuck..You're already so drenched for me."

You wrapped your arms around Johnny and held onto his back. He couldn’t hold back anymore and so he started thrusting up into you faster.

“You like when I fuck you like this? Want me to do it rougher?” You nodded because that’s all you’ve been doing the whole time. Just doing what Johnny liked and agreeing to what he said. “Nah, I need a verbal answer baby.”

“Johnny I keep saying yes…how many times do I have to say it.” You whimpered.

“As many times as he wants.” Mark coldly said from the other side of the room. “He’s the one fucking you and making you feel so good. Plus, you told him that he could take control. So answer him when he asks a question.”

When you leaned your head back to look over at your boyfriend for breaking character. Johnny pulled your head back and made you look at him. “No, Don’t look at him. Look at me.” He looked over at mark. “Unless You want her to look at you?” Johnny had stopped thrusting because of the little interaction.

“It’s up to you man I don’t mind.” Mark shrugged.

They were making you confused as to what the roleplay scenario was now but you guessed that they gave up on that and were just going with the flow cause of how mark spoke out initially.

“She’s your girlfriend, I don’t wanna push any boundaries.”

Mark chuckled and smiled at his friend. “Nah man your goo-”

You had to interrupt them. You couldn’t wait anymore. Johnny still had his fully hard dick deep inside you but you could get any type of stimulation from it cause he wasn’t moving. “I’m sorry but..could you move Johnny..I’ll do whatever you guys decide but please keep fucking me.”

“You’re really gonna say that right in front of your boyfriend?” Even though he chewed you out, Johnny continued moving up into your pussy. You could feel his sweat drip down on your cheek as it got more hot in the room. What made this even more obscene was the sound of Mark pumping his cock to the scene was on the bed. Ever so often he let a moan slip out his mouth.

“Baby..I’m gonna cum.” Mark said softly to you. “Make sure you take care of Johnny and make him cum too.”

You looked over at your boyfriend again and took pleasure in watching him jerk himself off for you and Johnny. “I will.”

Just as you said that you could feel your stomach start to lightly cramp. An indication that you were close to cumming like Mark.

“You’re lucky that mark is letting me cum inside you. It doesn’t feel as good when you have to pull out.”

Johnny did three more rough thrusts and the warm seed painted your insides. “Mark come over here and take a look at this.” Johnny called him over before he pulled out. When he eventually did pull out, the two boys watched as Johnny’s cum leaked out of our abused hole and you closed your legs out of humiliation.

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After you and mark shared a shower he decided to ask a question was curious about. “Now that we are done. I got a question for you baby.” Mark said as he crept up on you while you were using a towel to dry your hair.

“And what might that be?” you turned around to kiss him.

“Who do you think fucked you better? Between me and johnny, if you had to choose.” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Of course, you satisfy me better. Johnny is good but he doesn't even compare to you.”

“Swear?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Swear.” you gave him one last kiss of confirmation.

Johnny was taller, plus larger than mark and so was his dick so no wonder it felt relatively better but what you said was still true. Mark was one of the only men who could treat you perfectly in bed. You loved him and wouldn’t mind incorporating his best friend every now and then.

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