#sluttyhao fics
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gamers do it better | c.sc x j.ww
♡ pairing: choi seungcheol x jeon wonwoo x female!reader
♡ genre: smut
♡ w.c.: 2k
♡ this fic contains: messy gamers wonwoo and cheol, mention of mutual pining/longing over years, cockwarming, blowjob, mentions of fucking/multiple rounds, degradation (whore, slut), praise, and probably other stuff I've missed
♡ a/n: the brainrot is real...anyways enjoy! thank you to @idyllic-ghost for proof reading and giving tips on how to be More Feral <3
reblogs and feedback are much appreciated!
Living with two men had seemed like a great idea initially until you moved in with them. You were constantly cleaning up after them, making sure they ate proper meals besides drinking energy drinks, and scolding them to go outside for just 10 minutes a day to enjoy the warmth of the sun.
You had lived with Seungcheol and Wonwoo for a number of years. At first, it was because you all took the same Biology class together in college and it was convenient for you to commute together at the same time, but even after your classes finished, you found yourself emotionally attached to these men and couldn't bear to part with them, and the feeling was mutual.
The last 12 months or so had been…more challenging than the last few years. There had been some longing glances from the two men, especially if you had walked around the apartment in just a sports bra and spandex shorts. The occasional graze or touch over your exposed skin had also been noted, and made your heart rate quicken, but nothing had ever been initiated.
Many nights you went into your room and your hands wandered to lower places while thinking about how they’d treat you, how they’d bend you into a pretzel and fill you with cum. But it all dissipated when you went back out to the kitchen and found plates and food littering the kitchen bench. Typical men.
It was a warm summer evening, the sun still peaking over the horizon and bathing your kitchen and living area in a golden glow that took your breath away. As you stood over the stove, contemplating your life choices over the bubbling water with noodles, you hear a sudden shout coming from one of your roommate's rooms, sparking interest.
Normally, Wonwoo is a very quiet and reserved person. He makes small talk with you if you eat a meal together, but apart from that remains either in his room gaming or leaves home before you wake and comes back after you fall asleep. Even still, he pays the bills on time and is extremely good-looking, so you can’t ask for more than that.
Turning the stove off, you place the wooden spoon down and pad to Wonwoo’s room, the door closed as per usual. You rap on the door quickly, and a small mumble of a ‘come in’ can be heard from inside, so you turn the handle and squint against the bright light emitting from his screen computer.
“Are you okay? I heard you scream.”
“Oh, I’m fine, that was Seungcheol who screamed because he’s a little bitch.”
Your eyes drift across to the fluffy-haired man sitting next to him, who's staring at Wonwoo, shocked. He shoves Wonwoo’s shoulder and rolls his eyes, before turning around to face you with an unimpressed look on his stunning features. Seungcheol was stunning in his own way; fluffy black locks he’d permed a few weeks ago, bare-faced and the sweetest smile around.
“I am not a little bitch! He purposefully gave me a jumpscare!” He pouts as you chuckle and Wonwoo follows suit, only for him to immediately switch up and jump from his spot on the bed, stalking towards you until you’ve stepped back as far as you can go, aka hitting the wall with your back.
“You think it’s funny?”
“I-” Your justification is cut off by Seungcheol dragging his fingers up your exposed arm, goosebumps raising in their path. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage as he places a hand next to your head, and your palms grow sweaty. He grins and beckons Wonwoo to come over, who’s been watching the interaction intently ever since Seungcheol had backed you against the wall.
Everything about this interaction is like your dreams coming to life right in front of your eyes, the only thing that would place the cherry on top of the cake would be if they actually did bend you like a pretzel and have their way with you.
You feel small as both men stand in front of you, their eyes drinking you in as if they haven't had lingering stares on you before (which they definitely have). You don’t try to stop them as they let their hands roam your figure, fingers fiddling with loose fabric before eventually pulling your clothing off piece by piece until you’re left in nothing but your white cotton underwear.
“Don’t you look so cute like this?” Seungcheol comments, his calloused fingers tracing your nipples and causing them to harden. He smirks as he watches them pebble up, not wasting any time dipping his head down to capture one between his lips, letting the bud roll over his tongue lewdly.
A moan escapes your lips, which is quickly swallowed by Wonwoo who shoves his tongue down your throat messily. Their free hands are roaming untouched parts of your body, and while there’s a nagging in the back of your mind about how you shouldn't be doing this with your roommates, there’s a louder voice yelling at you in your brain for not doing this sooner.
“Look how easily you’re giving yourself up for us, already soaking through your panties,” Wonwoo mumbles against your lips as his thick fingers glide over the cotton, the wet spot undeniable as he presses his fingers against it and watches smugly as you keen at the pleasure.
You can only gasp as Seungcheol pulls himself off your nipple and attaches himself to your neck instead, sucking a bruise into the flesh that will be purple within a couple of hours. Wonwoo glances over at his screen and curses, before heading back to his seat, leaving you and Seungcheol in a confused and lustful state.
“I didn’t realize my next game was about to start, why don’t you be a doll and come and sit on my cock? It’s aching just thinking about being sheathed inside that perfect cunt of yours.”
You feel the wet spot grow larger at his filthy words.
When you don’t move from your spot, Seungcheol takes it upon himself to drag you by your hand to where Wonwoo is sitting and readjusting his headset to prepare for his game. With a small groan, Seungcheol rips your panties off your body, mumbling something about buying you some more later, before positioning you over Wonwoo.
A low whistle escapes Wonwoo’s throat at the sight of your dripping cunt, and feels his cock straining tightly against his sweats. He can’t take it anymore and quickly shoves his sweats and boxers down to pool at his ankles, letting his cock spring up to attention. Your eyes widen at the sight, pre cum beading on the fat mushroom head, a prominent vein trailing down the shaft and his balls twitching in anticipation.
He chuckles but doesn't say a word as he grips your waist to pull you over his cock, and lets the tip slide against your clit, a garbled whine escaping your lips at the feeling. He grins and taps the head of his cock against your clit teasingly multiple times, and with each teasing pass you feel your whines grow louder and needier. In a moment of lust, you feel Wonwoo’s lips come up to nibble on your jaw, sending a variety of feelings through your body.
“W-wonu…please…need you,” your breathing is shaky and your words are slurred, the teasing from both men going to your head and sending you into a frenzy. If you didn’t cum soon you think you might just have to grab your vibrator to finish the job.
Luckily, it doesn't come to that, and your hand comes to rest on his shoulders as he finally guides his cock into you after teasing you mercilessly, the pressure of his cock finally filling you up makes your head swim and your thighs shake.
“O-oh fuck…” your voice trails off and you feel Wonwoo twitch inside of you as he finally bottoms out, a low groan filling your ears as your cunt squeezes around him like a vice. Seungcheol is losing his mind standing next to you, his own cock straining against his basketball shorts.
As you grow accustomed to Wonwoo’s size, you rotate your hips and begin the process of bouncing up and down. When his large hand comes to rest on your hips and grip tightly, you halt all motion and bring your head up to stare into Wonwoo’s lust-filled eyes.
“I didn’t say to move, did I? I just want you to sit on my lap and be a good little slut, and maybe once I’m done with my game you'll be rewarded.” His voice is short as he refocuses his attention on the game, delving right in and becoming immersed in the content.
You whimper as you clench helplessly around his cock, your fingers digging into his flesh through his shirt as he keeps you in place, despite still playing his game. You can’t even see him but you’re sure he’s smirking even while smashing the keyboard quickly.
“In the meantime, why don’t you be a good whore for me and help me out, hm?” Seungcheol’s husky voice has grown deeper and makes you clench, causing Wonwoo to chuckle. Your eyes open and you can see Seungcheol standing in front of you, thick cock in his hand pumping slowly.
As if on instinct, you open your mouth for him to place his cock inside, and you’re immediately met with the salty taste of his precum. You moan softly and start bobbing your head to take more of him in, which has his head falling back and one of his hands entangling in your hair, tugging on the strands harshly.
The sounds filling the room are lewd; the wet sounds of your mouth bobbing quickly over Seungcheol’s cock and how your cunt is still filled with Wonwoo’s cock, the occasional clench of your pussy sending a wave of arousal flooding down his cock and creating a puddle of slick on his chair.
“Your mouth is like heaven, sweetheart, been waiting for y-years to do this,” Seungcheol praises you as his hips stutter when you deepthroat him particularly well. The grip he has on your hair is beginning to sting, but you couldn't care less when the arousal in your abdomen is beginning to grow by the second.
“Son of a bitch!”
The loud profanity has you jerking off Seungcheol’s cock abruptly and looking at Wonwoo with concern. You can hear Seungcheol groan in annoyance and move your head back to his cock, where you teasingly take the tip into your mouth and suck lightly.
“Ya lose your game, big shot?” Seungcheol teases Wonwoo, who quickly whips his head around to stare the older down. He removes his headset and raises the middle finger to Seungcheol, who reciprocates quickly before focusing his attention back on you.
“Like you can play any better, especially with a slut in your lap.”
The degradation has you clenching around Wonwoo’s cock and moaning around Seungcheol’s, simultaneously making them throw their heads back and groan. You grin to yourself and make the effort to grind against Wonwoo and deepthroat Seungcheol before you’re pulled off both of them and shoved onto the bed.
You don’t have any time to react as they both crawl up next to you, Seungcheol now taking position between your legs and Wonwoo stroking his cock and tapping the fat head against your lips.
“Are you gonna show us just how much of a slut you can be?”
You lick your lips and spread your legs, inviting both of them to do as they please. It’s going to be a long, long night for all three of you.
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♡ pairing: mingyu x afab!reader
♡ w.c: 2.3k
♡ genre: smut (minors DO NOT interact), fluff
♡ warnings: pwp, fingering (f. receiving), teasing, edging, mingyu makes reader suck his fingers, bdsm themes (tied to headboard), mingyu is a huge fucking softie, he cries and so does reader, lovemaking, mentions of a second round
♡ synopsis: the only thing mingyu wanted from you for his birthday was to make love. and that was something you could certainly do.
♡ a/n: not me being over a week late for this anyways I love mingyu I hope yall like this feedback much appreciated <3
“You picked my favourite set…it’s like you had this all planned out,”
“Well, maybe I did.”
Your back hits the mattress and knocks the wind out of you, no time to comprehend the drastic actions as Mingyu crawls up your body with a menacing grin on his handsome features. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it sends a shiver coursing throughout your entire body.
His large hands trace the maroon lingerie clinging to your curves, humming in appreciation at the way goosebumps rise on your skin when his slightly calloused flesh collides with yours. He takes a moment to let his eyes roam over each part of your body, his heart racing faster with each pass he does.
“You’re so fucking beautiful”
You can feel your skin prickle with warmth as he praises you, his hands getting busier and beginning to impatiently grope at your body. Soft sighs escape you as he glides his hands over your sensitive skin, particularly when he grazes across the mounds of your breasts and the flesh of your inner thighs.
Mingyu’s one birthday wish from you was to take his time with you and make love to you; normally he has less self-restraint and will have your clothes ripped off in a nanosecond, but he seems to be controlling himself reasonably well, besides the obvious erection tenting in his slacks.
Just when you’re about to speak up and let him know you're getting impatient, he slides the straps of your bra down your shoulders and leans his head down, his lips brushing over the flesh. You can feel him smirking against your skin the closer he gets to your breasts, and just when he’s about to brush over the swell of your breasts, he pulls away.
“W-why did you stop?”
The sound of your voice startled you, not expecting it to be as breathy as it was. Mingyu chuckles and lets his hands come up to cup your breasts, teasing at the fabric still annoyingly clinging to you. You can feel his calloused thumbs through the flimsy fabric and it only makes you clench your thighs, not going unnoticed by your boyfriend.
“I stopped so I could take your bra off, but now I’m thinking I need to tease you a little more, make you work for it,” he teases, his hands sliding underneath your bra and cupping your tits gently, a sigh of surprise escaping you at the sudden contact of his cool hands on your sensitive skin.
His sentence has you whining and kicking your feet, only causing him to raise an eyebrow at your abnormal bratty behaviour. He pulls his hands away from your flesh and instead moves off the bed, standing to remove his shirt and exposing his bronzed skin. He looked like he had just walked out of a modelling magazine, and he knew it.
He took a moment to reach down and shuffle through his nightstand, confusion covering your features and smoothing out in realization of what he’s pulled out of the drawer. He’s pulled out a silk tie that matches your lingerie, maroon and shining under the dim light of the lamp.
“Since you’re going to be a brat, I think I need to use this tonight.”
He doesn't give you a chance to reply as he kneels on the bed and crawls between your legs, slotting himself right near your core. It made your heartbeat quicken, and even more so when he grips your wrists and guides them above your head, effectively already having you pinned to the surface.
Mingyu makes quick work of tying the silk around your wrists, ensuring they are tight enough so that you won't break out of them, but also not tight enough that you’ll lose the circulation to your hands. He places a kiss on each wrist as he ties the silk, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
“There,” he states, tying the last knot and giving it a rough tug for good measure. You watch as he leans back to admire his handiwork, a smug grin appearing on his features. He steps off the bed once more, removing his slacks and boxers. The garments get tossed into a corner of the room haphazardly, and he quickly slides himself between your legs again,
You can feel his heavy cock resting against your inner thigh, and your legs clench around him unconsciously. With your hands restrained, you can’t run your hands through his dark locks, can’t leave scratches down his biceps and back that will last for days, and you whine at the loss.
Your panties are quickly discarded, and your bra is pulled down so that your tits are exposed. His eyes darken as he watches your nipples harden with the cool bedroom air, and the way you squirm and try to hide. He simply shakes his head at you and moves to spread your ankles and expose your glistening cunt to him, a grin slowly spreading over his lips.
In one swift moment, he sucks on his fingers and lowers them down to your entrance, letting one finger get sucked into your warm walls, before slowly adding a second and pumping them teasingly slowly. He knows how much you hate to be teased, but while you’re tied up and at his mercy, he’s going to make sure to tease you until you’re begging.
“F-fuck… please fuck me!” Your voice comes out as a mix between a whine and a plea, and he almost cums right on the spot from how desperate you already were. He lets his long fingers rub repeatedly against that spongy spot inside you, revelling in how your legs close around his arm and how your soft moans grow significantly louder as you edge closer to your impending orgasm.
“Please fuck me, what?”
You know what he wants to hear. He’d only brought it up recently as some kind of drunken confession while you were drinking at home together, and he seemed to have a pink flush covering his cheeks and ears when he finally confessed what he wanted to be called, but when you saw how his cock twitched in his sweats the first time you said it, you knew he wasn't joking.
“Please fuck me, daddy.”
He groans at the name and swiftly pulls his fingers out of you, juices coating his fingers. You feel your body heat up in a mixture of embarrassment and want, and it only doubles when Mingyu moves his fingers back to your mouth, nudging their way past your lips. You accept his fingers greedily, lapping up the slightly bitter juices and sucking on his fingers with a lust you hadn't felt in quite a long time.
Mingyu feels his cock twitch at the sight and feel of you wrapping your tongue gently around his digits, and he’s not quite sure he can last much longer. He hurriedly removes his fingers from your mouth and wipes them messily on the sheets next to your head, before shifting into a more comfortable position between your legs.
“Can’t wait to fill you up,” his voice is breathy and he can’t help but lean over your body and attach his lips to yours, the warmth of his body colliding with your own and causing your body to heat up extensively. He can feel you whimper against his lips, and when he pulls away he leaves a small peck on your nose, jaw, and neck, just for good measure.
When he pulls back, he takes a moment to admire you. Sees how fucked out you are, your hair messily splayed underneath you, chest heaving lightly and a slight sheen of sweat coating your body and making you glow under the dim light. Everything about you was about as perfect as it could get, in his opinion.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” The need in your voice is evident, and the rubbing of your thighs together only amplifies this. Before you can complain again, he’s pressing his large hands to your inner thighs and spreading them apart, licking his lips at the sight of your bare centre.
He adjusts himself once more and lets the tip of his cock rest against your clit, rubbing against the sensitive bud just to watch you writhe and whine under his touch. He wants to ruin you, and absolutely send you into the bliss of your orgasm with shaking thighs and rolling eyes, but he also wants to make love to you, as he promised.
Somehow, Mingyu manages to restrain himself from pounding into you and guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. You can feel his girth stretching you out as he begins to slide himself in and your feet immediately move behind Mingyu’s back, locking your ankles together and slightly pushing into his muscle.
The sight above you is almost enough to make you orgasm; Mingyu’s face is contorted into utter pleasure, his eyes are screwed shut and adam’s apple bobbing madly. Only once he’s bottomed out inside you, his cock twitching and abs contracting, does he open his eyes to get a look at you, and boy does he regret it with how good you look.
He takes a moment to let you adjust to his size, watching as you whine and writhe and beg for kisses (which he happily complies with). When he is happy that you’re comfortable enough for him to move, he lets himself slide out slowly, the tip of his cock the only part remaining inside you. With one swift movement, he pushes himself back in, your moan being like music to his ears.
“S-so big…” you mumble out, mind now lost in the haze of chasing your orgasm. Mingyu takes a shaky breath and feels his stomach grow tight. He didn't think he had a size kink, but hearing you almost incoherently mumble those two words had him rethinking himself and his kinks.
“Yeah, that’s right, I’m big, huh?”
Mingyu feels his ego swell when you hastily nod your head, arms tugging harshly against the silk restraints. He speeds his hips up a little, revelling in your sharp whines and soft moans. At this point, he’s holding a steady pace but doesn't think he will be able to for much longer with how you’re squeezing around his cock.
He slows his pace down slightly, brushing off your whine of annoyance when he reaches up and undoes the silk tie and releases your wrists from their confines. He tosses the silk behind him and locks his lips with yours once again, your hands snaking their way behind his neck and pulling him closer.
It’s a mix of warmth and passion, sprinkled in with a touch of lust and need. He’s still thrusting into you steadily, hands going behind your back so he can keep you as close to him as possible. He doesn't want to let go of you, and you don’t want to let go of him. While you don’t make love often, the times you do are that much more special because he shows a side of intimacy of him he rarely portrays.
“I love you…so so much,” his voice comes out as a soft groan and he stills inside you temporarily, the feeling of being inside you and being near you filling his body up and making him feel so overwhelmed with love that he has to bury his head in your neck to stop his emotions from overflowing.
“I love you too, Gyu,”
That one sentence was all it took to form tears in his eyes, and him crashing his lips into yours again to try and hide the fact. You didn't notice the tears at first until your kisses began tasting slightly salty and much wetter than before. After briefly opening your eyes, you notice tears streaking down his cheeks and pull yourself away from him to comfort him.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Just…love you so much.”
His words, although simple, were enough to have tears welling up in your eyes as well. You didn’t have too much time to dwell on his sweet words though, as his hips begin to pick up their pace and your mind turns to mush.
The only sounds filling the room are yours and Mingyu’s moans, and the slapping of his flesh against your own. With each thrust, you can feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, and the knot inside your stomach is only growing tighter with each second. You feel as if Mingyu is close too, judging by how his thrusts are starting to grow sloppy and his whines increasing in pitch.
Without a single word spoken between the two of you, you reach your climaxes together. You feel the knot in your stomach explode and temporarily lose your vision, meanwhile, Mingyu buries his head in your neck and sucks a hickey into the flesh to hide how loud he’s groaning.
You can feel his cum filling you up and spilling from your cunt, and as he removes his cock from inside you, the warmth of his seed floods out of you and onto the sheets. In typical Mingyu fashion, he giggles at the sight and uses his discarded shirt to clean you up haphazardly.
When he’s cleaned you up, Mingyu rolls onto the mattress next to you with a small grin on his features and pulls you into his chest content sigh leaving his lips. You take a moment to bask in his post-orgasm glow, and your heart races when he opens his eyes and smiles so fondly down at you.
“Thanks for the birthday gift, baby, it was definitely my favourite one.” He comments, his hand coming up and caressing your cheek softly. He smiles when you lean into his hand, humming in appreciation.
“I would hope so, but say, why don’t we go for another round in the shower huh?”
“You didn’t even have to ask.”
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for every question... j.ww
✧ pairing: tutor!wonwoo x fem!reader
✧ genre: smut // 18+
✧ w/c: 1k
✧ warnings: orgasm denial, fingering, mentions of a blowjob, mentions of another denied orgasm, slight bondage themes
✧ synopsis: having wonwoo as your maths tutor was exciting, especially when he rewarded or punished you based on how you answered your questions
✧ a/n: this is just a very short thought I had bc he won't get out of my mind, if you would like a part 2 please let me know i'd be happy to write something!
"what's the answer to question 4?" wonwoo's soft voice fills the room and you wrack your brain for an answer. you tap your pencil on your lip absentmindedly, not even noticing wonwoo's gaze falling to where the pencil lies, his mind drifting off.
your math teacher had noticed your failing grades and decided to pair you up with wonwoo, the smartest in the class. you had been against the idea at first, seeing as the man in question was extremely reserved and didn't really speak to anyone.
however, when he was alone with you his true personality flourished and you were able to see how cocky and teasing he could really be underneath the layers of reservation. you were beginning to enjoy maths now that he was involved.
he had a very specific tactic that he used with you when he came to tutor on a Wednesday evening. for every question you got right, you received an orgasm. for every question you got wrong, he denied it. so far the tactic had worked well, and you had rarely been denied an orgasm.
but tonight, you were both distracted and it might've just been because wonwoo had come straight from the gym, his tank top exposing his glorious arms that could crush your skull if he pressed hard enough.
"darling, i need an answer," wonwoo chuckles, bringing you out of your train of thought. you feel your cheeks warm as you look down at the question in front of you again, the numbers and letters scrambling into one giant pile of confusion.
"i- i don't know," you mumble, your cheeks growing warmer and you just know that wonwoo is staring at you coldly. he knows you know the answer, but he's not sure if you're just not all there tonight or you have some different motive.
"sure you do, angel, you just need to divide these two numbers, add the second number to this one and-" you cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips, your brain moving a mile a minute and your heart beating as fast as a rabbits.
"wonwoo, i truly don't know the answer, i will just take the denial later on," you smile, and you see a spark in his eyes that you haven't seen for a while. he smirks and places a hand on your upper thigh, squeezing the flesh, but not moving any further.
"alright, let's just move on then, something a little harder for you." he enunciates his sentences by sliding his hand up your thigh a little further, now underneath your skirt and fiddling with the hem of your underwear.
your breath hitches, and you try your best to concentrate on the question at hand. calculus always had you stumped, and this time it was no exception. you stared at the question for a good 5 minutes, before even attempting to try and answer it.
wonwoo keeps a small smile on his face while he watches your body react to his touches. he knows you're trying hard to focus on the task at hand, but he also is aware that you're probably already soaking your panties and he wants to be buried inside you as soon as possible.
he's daring, that's for sure. just when you think you've got an idea on how to answer the question and begin scribbling onto the paper, he slides his slim fingers across the front of your panties and press against the distinct wet patch that has you gasping and spreading your legs.
"stay focused, and don't cum."
his words bounce around in your mind which soon turns to mush as he pushes your panties to the side, the pad of his thumb quickly finding your clit and rubbing slow, teasing circles. your body jolts at the coolness of his fingers, and he has to drape one of his legs over yours to keep your legs open.
he works on your clit for a while, before alternating between running down your slit and back up again, teasing your hole and chuckling when you pulse around nothing. he can see your facade slowly breaking and shifting into one he's grown familiar with, but he wants to see how long it can take you to crack.
"so, do you have an answer yet? remember if you get this one wrong that will be 2 denied orgasms," his voice has dropped an octave and he's taken his teasing further by now pressing a finger inside you, your entrance sucking him in and pulsing rapidly.
"i think s-so, is it 207?" your voice is shaky, you hope you haven't given him the wrong answer, although your mind isn't so worried about it currently when you can feel the pit of your stomach beginning to tighten with an impending orgasm.
he checks over your working out and answers, now sliding a second finger inside you and scissoring you open while you spread your legs and let a moan slip. he glances at you over his glasses and smirks darkly when he comes to the conclusion that you've gotten the answer wrong. again.
"sorry sweetheart, that's two in a row that you've gotten wrong. you know what to do now."
his fingers slip out of you, a strangled whine escaping you as you're once again left clenching around nothing. he watches as you stand and begin removing your clothing piece by piece, until you're standing in front of him stark naked.
he grins and unzips his jeans and removes his hardened cock from them, stroking himself at the sight of you all worked up and dripping onto your thighs. he beckons you over with his eyes, and you drop to your knees in front of him, awaiting his next move.
"so you've had one denied orgasm already, you have one to go. but first, you are gonna suck me off and then maybe I'll consider fucking you until you can't walk. you still won't be able to cum though, so watch your actions."
you nod and extend a hand out to grasp at his cock, but he playfully slaps it away. you tilt your head in confusion, watching as his removes his tie and leans over you, tying your hands behind your back so that they're restricted by the black silk.
"you can only use your mouth, no hands."
boy, was he having your work cut out for you.
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fleshlights and vibrators | w.jh
♡ pairing: fiance!junhui x female!reader
♡ w.c.: 3.3k
♡ genre: smut, fluff, a splash of comedy (18+ only minors DNI)
♡ this fic contains: use of sex toys (male and female), switch!junhui, switch!reader, multiple orgasms, mention of overstimulation, penetration without protection, jeonghan is always at the scene of the crime, reader goes to a sex store, teasing, pet names (baby, angel, love), dirty talk
♡ synopsis: when you can't work out what junhui wants for his birthday, you take jeonghan's advice.
♡ a/n: happy birthday to junnie ! thank you once again to @lovelyhan for once again hyping me up with this ily
When you celebrated birthdays, you tended to go all out, and your fiance was no exception. After being together for 3 years, it was easy to figure out what he wanted, considering he was an open book. Generally, he would say something offhandedly about an item he’d been wanting, and sure enough, when his birthday rolled around it would be handed to him in pretty packaging with a bow on top.
This year, however, you had yet to decide what to get him.
He hadn't dropped even a hint on what he was after, so you were left clueless as the days clocked over and his birthday drew closer. It had you in a slight panic, and despite messaging all your friends for ideas, no one could help you.
Until you received a message the day before Junhui’s birthday, from one of his bandmates, Jeonghan. It seemed like a saving grace at this point, and you were just hoping he would be able to point you in the right direction.
[2:04 pm] Jeonghan: are you still looking for birthday gift ideas?
[2:04 pm] You: YES im so stuck pls help me
[2:13 pm] Jeonghan: he’s been pretty stressed lately, he probably just needs a good fuck, maybe you could give him head
You stare at your phone screen, slack-jawed at how casually Jeonghan was bringing up this conversation. But then again, you could hardly be surprised considering how close the two were and most definitely shared the most intimate and filthy thoughts and desires.
[2:25 pm] You: what about a sex toy?
[2:27 pm] Jeonghan: oh yeah he mentioned maybe wanting to try a fleshlight with you… something to consider perhaps
Your heart flutters at the words on the screen, wondering what else Junhui had mentioned in conversations with his fellow band members. The thought of using a fleshlight on your fiance had definitely crossed your mind on more than one occasion, but you had never been ballsy enough to purchase one or bring it up to him out of fear he wouldn't like it.
[2:30 pm] You: thanks jeonghan, I owe you one
[2:34 pm] Jeonghan: just make sure he gets laid otherwise I'll never hear the end of it.
You make a mental note to thank him with a drink later, slide your shoes on and head out the door to make what might possibly be the most embarrassing purchase of your entire life, but you know, anything to make Junhui happy.
The sex store isn't far from your apartment, and the 20-minute walk gives you time to wade through all your thoughts and try and sort them out. Most of your thoughts consisted of this specific sex toy, wondering why he wanted it, how long he’s been wanting to try it if he would even tell you he wanted it.
Any thoughts or doubts you had were promptly squashed the moment you entered the dimly lit shop, your eyes widening at the sight of all the sex toys lining the walls and shelves. The sight of the different-sized dildos, whips, paddles, and other various toys has your heartbeat quickening, almost enough to break you out into a sweat. As you wandered the aisles in search of the fleshlights, you find a couple of other toys that pique your interest and might come in handy later. You store those thoughts for a later day.
When you finally stumble across the fleshlights near the back of the store and next to the bondage rope, you find yourself pushing your thighs together to prevent your arousal from soaking your panties (with little success). Just the sight of the devices, the flesh-coloured objects with an opening resembling a vagina, has your mind reeling.
You think about how his pretty whines would sound when you sink the fleshlight down on his girthy cock, how his thighs would tremble as you overstimulate him and milk his cock dry as the rubber device fucks him deliciously. The thoughts running through your mind have shivers cascading down your spine, and without a second thought you grab one of the devices sitting on the shelves without even looking at it.
“Just this one for today?” The cashier’s bright and bubbly voice smacks you out of your trance and you nod with a smile. They place the fleshlight in a discreet black bag and hand it over with a wink, which only makes your breath hitch and you hightail it out of the store, just wanting to get home and compartmentalize every thought you’d had in the space of an hour.
The walk home is cool and the wind is fresh against your skin and seems to drag out much longer than your walk to the store. You hold the bag tight against your body, mainly out of fear of the flimsy bag ripping and the toy falling onto the ground into plain sight of everyone enjoying their Friday afternoon.
You breathe a sigh of relief when you finally reach the steps of your apartment and unlock the door. After toeing off your shoes and placing the bag on the bed, you open your phone and your relaxed nature is yet again, replaced with one of panic when you read the messages on your phone.
[4:07 pm] Junnie: hey babe im coming home early!
[4:10 pm] Junnie: I’ll be home in 15! Love you!
You quickly check the time, now 4:24, and realize he will be home any second. The lock on the front door clicks open and you can hear Junhui’s signature humming coming down the hallway. You panic and quickly go to greet him, forgetting all about the plastic bag on the bed momentarily.
Junhui looks tired but still manages to pull a loopy grin onto his face at the sight of you bounding down the hallway. He opens his arms for you to enter and you don’t hesitate to envelope yourself into his body warmth, his musky scent filling your nostrils and making a sense of peace and calm wash over you. He really was your happy place.
“How was your day love?” He kisses the top of your head and places his keys into the bowl near the front door, kicking off his shoes and heading toward the bedroom. You follow him like a lost puppy and only stop in your tracks when you hear a noise of confusion leave Junhui’s lips.
You’d left the bag on the bed. The bag with the fleshlight in it.
“Hey babe, what’s this?”
Upon peeking into the bedroom, you can see him holding the bag with his index and middle fingers. You step into the bedroom and feel your cheeks begin to heat up. You don’t think he’s opened the bag yet, due to the quizzical look covering his features, but your heart rate still quickens anyway.
“Oh, that! I’ll take it, it’s just something I bought when I went shopping today,” you make an attempt to grab the bag, but junhui knew how to use his size to his advantage. He holds the bag high above your head, out of reach despite trying your best to try and grab the bag. He smirks when you try to jump repeatedly, his height becoming a great advantage.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Nothing!”
“Well, why won't you let me see what's in it?”
“Because it’s for your birthday!”
His mouth opens into an ‘o’ shape and he finally relents, bringing the bag back down to your height. Just as the bag is within your grasp again, you feel the flimsy plastic begin to rip, and before you can stop it, the toy is falling out of the bottom of the bag, and landing on the floor with a loud thud.
You both look at the fleshlight in silence, the box it came in now dinted from where it fell on the floor. After a moment, you can hear Junhui swallow and lean down to pick up the box, before handing it back to you with his cheeks and the tip of his ears bright pink.
“I-”
“Is that what I think it is?” Junhui cuts you off and takes a step closer to you. You stare at the box in your hands, feeling your hands get sweatier by the second. Your heartbeat is thumping in your ears, he feels a million miles away yet he’s standing two feet away.
“What do you think it is?”
“A fleshlight.”
Eye contact is avoided. You can’t even bear to look him in the eye because you aren't sure how he’s feeling. Your eyes are downcast to the floor, your sock-clad feet seemingly much more interesting than your fiance's reaction to a sex toy. You can see his own feet step into your vision and you gulp, hoping he won’t chew you out for buying him a sexual aid.
“I love it.”
As soon as the words fall from his lips, your head snaps up and you look him in the eye. You can see his gentle smile and when his hand comes up to caress your cheek, any ounce of common sense left in your body is thrown out the window.
“Good, because I plan to use it on you for hours.”
Your statement takes him aback, and even more so when you push him backwards onto the bed, and you walk over and get on the bed to straddle his hips. The box is tossed to the side temporarily, while you lean over and let your lips collide with Junhui’s plush ones. He lets out a surprised gasp which gives you the perfect opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.
For a while, you lay and make out with him, letting your cool hands run under his shirt and feel the warm, toned skin underneath. He’s letting out the cutest whimpers and moans into your mouth, and it only makes the arousal flood your panties tenfold.
You can tell he’s getting impatient, with the way he begins groping at your ass and his fingers are teasingly tracing your panty line. You pull away from his lips, a thin trail of saliva still connecting the two of you until it snaps when you move to grab the box.
“Remove your clothes, Junnie, I want to see all of you.”
“O-okay.”
He’s quick to remove his shirt, exposing his beautifully sculpted abs and torso. You lick your lips at the sight, which is quickly moved downwards when he begins removing his slacks and exposing his lower half. As he removes his boxers, you can see just how worked up he’s gotten. His cock is already hard and leaking precum, the protruding vein on the left side throbbing and his balls twitching and ready to be emptied.
“Get on the bed.”
He complies quickly with your dominant aura surrounding him, his head landing on his pillow and his hands quickly grabbing at the blanket underneath his naked body. He feels as if his head is swimming when you quickly undress yourself to the same level of nakedness as him, your body igniting a fire within his belly that can only be quenched by you sitting on his cock.
But that would have to wait.
With a smirk on your lips, you pull the fleshlight out of the box and quickly wipe it down with an antibacterial wipe, before dousing it in a heap of lube. You glance over to look at your fiance and are met with doe eyes, hands fisting the sheets and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth in anticipation.
“You’re so cute when you’re needy Junnie~” your soft voice has him whining and thrashing his head around on his pillow, which is the perfect opportunity to place the tip of his cock into the fleshlight and watch as his eyes widen and his hips buck up at the feelings.
“Oh f-fuck!” His voice cracks as you slide the fleshlight down his shaft slowly, letting the rubber envelope his throbbing cock. You can see tears welling up in his eyes as you test the waters and begin pumping the fleshlight up and down at a tantalizingly slow pace, his hands in the sheets gripping as hard as they possibly can.
You can see his body relax a little bit as you start a steady pace, his body contracting and relaxing every couple of seconds with each pump of the fleshlight. What he doesn't realize is that the toy you’d bought also came with a vibrating inner sleeve, and with just the push of a button, you could have him crying out your name.
“How’re you feeling baby? Feeling good?” You pump the fleshlight a little faster along his shaft and watch as he furiously nods and clings to the sheets like it’s his lifeline. You smirk and press a button on the side of the fleshlight, the gentle thrum sparking to life and sending junhui into a frenzy.
You can see how much this is affecting him, even on the lowest setting. He’s thrusting his hips up maniacally, head thrashing against his pillow and tears are streaming down his cheeks steadily. His moans have gradually gotten louder and by the time he’s close to cumming, his moans are laced with hiccups and sobs due to the sheer pleasure coursing through his body.
He can’t even warn you that he’s cumming because the wind is knocked out of his body but with the fleshlight feeling like a vice around his cock paired with the low vibrations, his cum spurts out quickly. It shoots deep into the fleshlight, and he cums so much that once you slow down your pumping, it’s like he’s creaming into an actual pussy and it makes your insides turn to jelly. His cum fills the inside of the fleshlight and coats his shaft, and even goes down as far as his upper thighs.
“How do you feel baby, are you okay?” Your voice is what brings him back to the Earth plane, and he stares at you with a goofy smile on his features. You place the fleshlight on the bedside table and lay next to him, stroking his messy bangs off his sweaty forehead. He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed and his body curling into yours.
“‘M okay…but still want more,” he whines, adjusting his body so that he’s between your legs and is hovering above you. Your eyes widen as he smirks and leans down to kiss your clavicle, and works his way down until he’s right above where you want him the most.
“You want more? But I already made you cum baby, what more do you want?” Your voice comes out breathy as he lets his tongue glide over your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples. He hums against your skin, the vibrations making you feel warm and he knows it. Fucker.
“I want to be buried deep inside you and cum as hard as I did with the fleshlight you used on me.”
He doesn’t say another word as he strokes himself to full hardness again, soft whimpers escaping him at the slight overstimulation. You can’t help but moan at the sight of your fiance jacking off right above you, and a new wave of arousal floods your cunt which doesn't go unnoticed by him.
“Oh wait, I need to grab something,” he mentions, your curiosity piquing when he moves to his side of the bed and pulls open his drawer, grabbing at some long white device before shutting the drawer and crawling back to his previous position between your thighs.
“What did you grab?”
He grins playfully and holds the item up for you to inspect, and it doesn't even surprise you that he has a vibrator just hanging out in his drawer. You scoff but feel your cheeks burn, and wonder when he had actually bought it.
Junhui lets the head of his cock rest against your clit teasingly, the occasional twitch driving you insane. He plays with the settings of the vibrator for a few seconds, before finding a setting he thinks will work well, before lining himself up with your entrance. You bite your lip in anticipation and let out a strangled sigh when he lets the fat head of his cock push inside of you.
You loved the way he stretched you out so deliciously, how he could hardly contain his own orgasm as he filled you to the hilt, your cunt feeling very similar to how the fleshlight felt and he has to take a few breaths to not cum on the spot. With one hand, he grabs the vibrator and lets it lay on your stomach, but doesn't turn it on quite yet. With his other hand, he takes one of your hands and interlaces your fingers, the softness of that one gesture having you melt into his touch.
He starts off at a slow pace, rocking his hips gently into yours. You can feel every inch of him against your walls, the way he knows exactly how to angle his hips to hit that spongy sensitive spot inside of you repeatedly has you on edge within minutes, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“You’re so fucking t-tight, god,” Junhui chokes out, his breath stuttering when you absentmindedly clench around his cock and cause him to halt his movements. He quickly continues, speeding his pace up and grabbing the vibrator and turning it on. Your eyes widen as he teases you with the toy, keeping the toy on your nipples at first, running the vibrations down your body.
When he gets close to your cunt, you feel yourself beginning to clench even more around Junhui’s cock. He grunts and turns the vibrations up on the vibrator, before letting it rest against your clit. He speeds his thrusts up at the exact moment the vibrator lands on your cunt, and the intense feeling is one like no other and has you seeing stars within seconds.
You aren't even sure when you became incoherent, your mind was too busy building you up to what would most definitely be the most intense orgasm you’ve experienced to date. Junhui can feel you tightening up like you normally do right before you cum, and takes the vibrator away at the last moment, throwing it to the side of the bed.
“Cum for me, fucking cum for me, angel.”
And that was all it took, your vision covered with exploding stars as the rubber band inside you snapped violently, your orgasm being so intense that Junhui’s cock is pushed out of you. He doesn’t mind though, he just takes his cum covered shaft in his hand and pumps quickly until he’s painting your chest and stomach white, long streaks of his cum dripping down your skin.
He flops beside you, both your bodies trembling from pleasure. He takes one of your hands in his again and kisses your fingers gently, in an attempt to bring you back to earth. When you start coming back, he hums and starts tracing soft patterns on your back, the familiarity lulling you into a sense of warmth and security.
“We should shower, my love,” he mumbles into the skin of your neck, to which you promptly reply with a strained whine. Junhui can only chuckle and effortlessly pull your tired body off the bed and carry you princess-style to the bathroom.
“Let’s shower and then we can nap, okay?” he cups your face with his hands and kisses your nose softly before getting the shower turned on and warmed up. He takes a quick glance at the time, noting it’s only 8:30 pm, but neither of you had eaten dinner yet.
“Did you like the gift?”
Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts about dinner, and he turns and gives you a huge boxy grin.
“I couldn’t have asked for anything better. What should we get for dinner?”
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make him cry ♡ c.sc
♡ pairing: domestic!seungcheol and female!reader
♡ w.c.: 2.1k
♡ genre: smut
♡ this fics contains: sub!seungcheol, dom!reader, use of a vibrating cock ring, use of handcuffs, mentions of a ball gag, overstimulation, seungcheol crying from pleasure, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby), cum eating (only one small scene)
♡ synopsis: seungcheol had a bad day at work, and his one request was for you to make him forget about it. challenge accepted.
♡ a/n: enjoy some submissive seungcheol <3 ty to @sluttywonwoo for proof reading mwah feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!
You stare numbly at the television, hoping that the monotonous show you had unconsciously decided to switch on would provide even a crumb of serotonin. After the day you had had at work, you truly just wanted to put your feet up and watch television until you fell asleep on your couch.
Seungcheol wasn't home yet, which only made you feel slightly more deflated, as he was your go-to for emotional and physical support. Just the thought of him and his pouty lips sent butterflies erupting throughout your chest and stomach, and a smile spreading across your tired lips.
You couldn't help but let your mind wander to a couple of nights ago when he had you pinned to your bed, his cock slamming into you with every thrust as he let out his frustrations from his day at work.
“Such a good whore for me, taking my cock like a good girl.” His breathy sighs are coupled with his thighs slapping against your own, and mixing with your own whines and moans, it creates a cacophony of sound that would otherwise sound horrible but at the moment is like a beautiful symphony that sends you spiralling into your orgasm quicker than ever.
The door to your apartment creaking open is what draws you out of your thoughts, and your head whips around to observe an equally exhausted Seungcheol trudging through the doorway, his feet dragging along the carpet with an unpleasant scraping noise. You cringe at the noise and make a mental note to call him out on it later, but when he finally emerges into the room, you stow that thought away and immediately pull the blanket away from your body so he has room to slide in underneath.
He doesn't attempt a conversation just yet but fully accepts your warmth under the fuzzy blanket and snuggles right into your side, a content sigh leaving his lips. Your hand reaches up and courses through his dark, fluffy hair, only recently having been permed again. You had to admit, you loved when his hair was permed.
“How was work today, baby?”
He grunts and turns to face you, a pout and slight frown becoming prominent on his features. Your simple question had him reliving the dragging day, getting screamed at for things out of his control, and unreachable deadlines needing to be met.
You can see the gears in his head turning, and it’s visibly stressing him out even more as he thinks about it. An idea sparks in your mind, and a mischievous grin pulls across your lips as you try to work out how to bring up your idea, which you'll label as “stress relief” to him.
“Work was shit. I don’t even want to go back tomorrow.”
“Well, what if I take your mind off it right now?” Your question makes him raise his head and stare at you quizzically, the gears in his head now turning for a completely different reason. His eyes urge you to continue, gleaming under the lights like there are twinkling stars encapsulated within his irises. He looks so cute when all his attention is directly on you.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Seungcheol immediately throws the blanket off of you both and is quick to follow you to the bedroom only a couple of feet away like a lost puppy. You can hear his socked feet thumping lightly against the linoleum flooring, and it makes your heart skip a beat at the fact that this man would follow you to the ends of the earth.
Upon entering the bedroom, you wait for him to enter behind you and then close the door. He watches you bounce towards your walk-in wardrobe and walk out again seconds later with a bright pink box in your hands and an evil grin on your features. He can feel his pulse quicken as you set the box on the bed and turn to face him.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
Your sudden dominant aura has him choking and spluttering out, only receiving an eyebrow raise from you. He suddenly feels small as he removes his shirt, your eyes burning into him and drinking in every inch of exposed skin. Now he knows how you feel when he gives you the exact instructions.
Seungcheol quickly removes his sweats and boxers, leaving him bare in front of you with a half-erect cock. He can feel his face begin to burn and he has the sudden urge to cover himself up, but he knows you’ll just scold him. You continue to stare at him until he remembers what you said and he crawls onto the bed, sitting directly in the middle and waiting for your next instruction.
You stare at him with a grin on your features, and you can see his cock twitch in anticipation. After a quick glance into the box and rummaging through the various items in it, you finally pull out what you were looking for, and simultaneously make Seungcheol gasp at the sight of it.
“You know what this is, don’t you, baby?”
He nods meekly and spreads his legs out so that you can get between them to attach the object. The black rubber fits snugly over his now fully erect shaft and settles nicely at the base, a small whimper escaping Seungcheol’s lips at the tightness of the cock ring encapsulating his cock.
You hadn’t even turned it on yet and you could see Seungcheol’s cock beginning to leak precum, and his breaths have grown slightly shallower. He’s getting so worked up already and you haven't even started. Cute.
“Baby, tell me what you would like me to do.”
He glances up at you, doe eyes and pouty lips more present than ever. You can see how flushed his cheeks are, how his curly hair is beginning to stick to his forehead in strands, and how his beautiful skin looks like it glows under the light of the lamp. Your eyes travel further down and observe his toned body looking like it had been carved by gods. By now his cock is angry and red, the tip leaking precum.
“I-I wanna feel good…”
“I know that sweetheart, but what do you want me to do to make you feel good?”
Seungcheol can’t even maintain eye contact with you, his eyes avoiding yours at all costs and instead choosing to remain trained on the pink box with mysterious items inside. Who knows what was in there, he hadn’t even really seen it before, and he wondered how long you’d actually had it for.
“Baby?”
“Oh…sorry…I-I wanna be overstimulated… don’t want to remember my horrible work day…” his voice goes soft as he finishes his sentence, his fingers intertwining with themselves to keep himself occupied. All you can do is smile softly and pull a couple more items out of the box and place them on your vanity out of harm's way.
“I’ll make sure the only thing you remember is my name, sweetheart.”
He gulps at the sentence and feels his cock twitch once again at the pet name. He isn’t normally one for pet names, but with the state he was in it didn’t even register in his mind. His mind had basically turned to static, but even more so when you quickly flick the switch on a small remote, bringing the cock ring to life.
At first, the vibrations are low and only small pulses, not quite enough to cum but definitely enough to get him riled up. You can see the way his stomach tenses and his lips drop into an ‘O’ shape as the pulses begin to course through his shaft, and slowly the sensations spread to his entire body.
“Feel good baby?”
“...mhm…y-yeah feels s’good…” his soft whimpers had your own arousal flooding your underwear and you feel your body warming up while you see him squirming. You knew he could handle more vibrations, and with a smirk you change the dial on the remote again, bumping it up to the third highest setting.
“O-oh fuck!” Seungcheol’s body crumples at the intensity of the vibrations, and his body falls flat against the mattress, hands fisting the sheets and his legs spreading widely. You know he won’t last very long, so you decide to bump up the settings once more to the highest vibrational setting.
At this point, you can hear him gasping and hiccuping. Tears are beginning to stream down his face from the sheer amount of pleasure his body is facing. The lower half of his body is struggling, his hips bucking up and thrusting into nothing and his fingers just about ripping the sheets.
With the way his body is twitching and his abs are contracting, you know he’s close to his orgasm but you also know he will try to stave it off for as long as possible. His cock is leaking precum in a continual stream, and you know of one thing that will make him cum immediately.
“Cheollie, are you gonna cum for me?” Your voice has dropped an octave and he peeks at you through his tear-covered lashes, thrusting up into the air once, twice more before he’s letting out a loud sob and cum is shooting from his tip. You watch in awe as the cock ring milks him for everything he’s got, his cum coating his stomach and thighs while your name rolls off his tongue like a mantra.
You bring the vibrations down to the lowest setting for a while, letting him recover in his post-orgasmic haze. A grin covers your lips when you see him twitch and his death grip on your sheets loosens slightly.
“God…felt so, so good,”
You grin and lean over to peck his nose, and teasingly run your hand over his stomach. He watches you eagerly as you scoop up some of his cum off his skin and swipe it onto your tongue, swallowing the salty substance eagerly. Although it was such a small and simple gesture, he can’t help but feel his cock twitch and begin to grow hard again.
“Glad you felt good baby, say, how do you feel about another round?”
He glances at you curiously, eyebrow raised underneath his sweaty bangs. You chuckle and move to your vanity, pulling up the items you had pulled out of the box before. Seungcheol’s eyes grow wide at the sight of the handcuffs, nipple clamps, and a ball gag. The gears are turning in his head again, you can tell, and you’re not quite sure how he feels about the toys.
“I don't want to use the ball gag.”
“Okay, well don’t be a brat then and we won’t need to use it.”
Seungcheol’s eyes widen again when you place the ball gag to the side and immediately lock his wrists into the handcuffs, making sure they are placed around one of the poles on your headboard for security. You also take care to place a pillow underneath his arms to make sure he’s comfortable.
You take one look at him and feel your body grow hot again; he has dried tear tracks on his face, cum drying on his thighs and stomach and his cock is angry and red once again from your dominant actions. Everything in his body is going into overdrive, and it doesn’t help when you begin to strip off your own clothing, taking your sweet time doing so.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing your body, fuck you look so good.” Seungcheol groans when you have stripped bare and are standing naked in front of him, your body in its full glory and all for him to enjoy. The only thing he doesn’t like at this exact moment is that he can’t feel your supple flesh under his fingertips, mapping out your skin with his fingers.
You smirk and get yourself settled between his thighs, turning the cock ring back on when you get comfortable. He whimpers at the feeling, the overstimulation seeping into his system once again but not complaining, especially when you shuffle over his thighs and move your body over his own, hovering over his cock.
His heart rate quickens when he feels the warmth of your body, and he just knows that you’re going to milk him for everything he’s got, especially with the smirk that’s plastered on your features as you bump up the vibrations on the cock ring one notch and repeat what you had told him earlier.
“I’m going to make sure you only remember my name, sweetheart.”
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everlasting love | k.mg
♡ pairing: kim mingyu x afab!reader
♡ w.c.: 3k
♡ genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff
♡ this fic contains: domestic!mingyu, shy to confident reader, mingyu takes you to a dog park, friends to lovers trope, mingyu gets horny over a thong, unprotected sex (reader is stated to be on the pill), big dick mingyu, mentions of reader passing out after orgasm, mingyu sucks on readers tits
♡ synopsis: mingyu wants you to know how much he loves you after dropping hints for years, and takes you on a date you'll never forget, and maybe you'll also figure out you love him too.
♡ a/n: part of the svthub spring series! you can find all the other wonderful fics here, take a read and stroll through the garden!
“Mingyu, why are we at a dog park? Neither of us even has a dog.”
“Because we can pat the dogs that are here, silly! It’s a great way to kill an hour or so.”
You chuckle and watch as he runs in front of you, before squatting down in front of the first dog approaching him. It’s small in stature and black in colour and looks like a toy poodle at first glance. As you walk closer and bend down beside him so the dog can sniff your hand, you can hear him talking to the dog in a cutesy voice that has you cringing externally, but melting internally.
For as long as you had been friends with Mingyu, which if you remembered correctly was about 7 years, there had always been a small part of you that had fallen head over heels for the tall, tanned man. You kept it buried down inside you as deep as it would go, and promised yourself it would never, ever come up.
You just hoped that it wasn't obvious in any aspect, because you were sure you’d shrivel into a ball if he knew your true feelings.
“Over here! There’s a whole bunch of dogs wanting their bellies rubbed!” Mingyu’s voice floats into your consciousness and you quickly stand and jog over to where he was now laying stomach down on the grass, rubbing the belly of a dalmatian. You wanted to scold him for rolling in the grass in a white shirt and light-coloured jeans, but he looked so cute that you didn’t have the heart to tell him.
“Quick! Take my picture!”
Mingyu’s excited voice makes your heart skip a beat as you pull out your phone and snap a couple of pictures, which you were sure he’d upload to his Instagram later. Mentally, you were kicking yourself for having your feelings for him bubble up like a boiling pot on a stove. It’s not like he would like you back anyway, he could have literally anyone he wanted.
But little did you know, the only person he wanted was you.
From the moment he laid eyes on you all those years ago, he couldn't picture his life without you in it. Every night, he dreamed about every inch of you, how the perfume you use makes his heart race and how he wants nothing more than to push you against a mattress and make love to you.
The only thing stopping him from confessing was that he didn't want to ruin your friendship. It was the best thing in his life and if you rejected him, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.
“Oh, look at how pretty these flowers are!”
Mingyu is drawn immediately to your voice, his head snapping up and abandoning his spot on the ground with the dogs to find you crouched over some shrubs a few feet away. He’s not sure what kind of flowers they are, but you seem pretty invested in them.
“What are they?”
“They’re called Zinnias, I love how bright they are… they’re my favourite flowers.” You ramble, letting your hand brush over the petals of a bright yellow zinnia gently. Mingyu watches as you observe each flower, take some photos and a couple of selfies before finally standing up and looping your arm through his.
He feels his heart jump into his throat at the sudden closeness of you, but brushes it off as you lead him to walk along the path full of different flowers and shrubs. Mingyu observes you strolling and watches as you stop to pick some daisies, peonies, and other various types of flowers. He thinks it’s so cute.
“We should make flower crowns!” You squeal with excitement as you place the various flowers into a container and place them in your backpack, slinging it back over your shoulder and sliding your hand into Mingyu’s again. You give him a reassuring squeeze and he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven, but is quickly dragged back to Earth when he almost runs into his car.
How did you guys get back to his car so quickly? He swears you were still in the park 30 seconds ago.
You giggle at his clumsiness and climb into the passenger seat, eagerly waiting for him to hop into the driver's side. He follows suit and turns the key in the ignition with ease, before driving slowly out of the car park and out onto the busy streets.
“So, do you want to go out for dinner or just do something at home?” Mingyu asks, diverting his attention to you as he slows the car to a stop at a red light. You hum and rest your head in the palm of your hand mulling over the options. Mingyu was a very good cook, so it wasn't a hard decision to make, but you still wanted him to think it was a hard decision.
“Can we just go back to your place and have some ramen? I’ve been craving it for literal weeks and no one cooks it like you do.” The grin on your face makes him melt inside as he nods and makes a U-turn to head to his apartment, hoping he’s got all the ingredients to make you the best ramen ever.
As soon as he turns into his driveway, you’re already taking off your seatbelt and skipping inside, either to change into his clothes or start getting ingredients ready for the ramen. He’s kind of hoping it’s the former, but he’d be happy with either scenario considering how domestic they both were.
He walks inside and closes the door with a soft thud, placing his keys on the hook and toeing his shoes off onto the doormat. As he walks further into his apartment, he notices you’ve already turned the heater on, the tv is set up with Netflix, and your pants are on the floor. He grins and picks them up off the floor, placing them over the back of the couch before attempting to find where you had gone to.
When he walks into the kitchen, he feels as if his jaw might fall off.
You’re standing in the middle of the kitchen, grabbing all the ingredients you would both need. His eyes can't help but gaze over your body, widening when he notices you’re not wearing any pants at all. He thought that maybe you had changed into a pair of his sweats, but no, you’re standing there in only your pink thong and jumper.
He feels his cock twitch.
“Uhh…” His voice makes you stop and turn to face him, grinning from ear to ear. You take quick steps over to him and pull him by his forearm to come into the kitchen and help prepare the ramen. You knew what you were doing, teasing him by exposing basically everything from the waist down, but you couldn’t hide your feelings for him much longer, especially after today.
“Come on, let’s make some ramen!” Your voice grows whiny and he feels his cock twitch again, wondering how you would sound with his cock sheathed deeply inside you. He shakes his head and grabs one of the ramen packets, emptying it into the pot of water and turning the stove on.
You move to sit on the countertop, legs slightly spread so he can see the small wet spot that's begun to form on your thong. He doesn't pay much attention at first, focusing on placing all the ingredients in the pot and then going to grab the salt and pepper from the cupboard.
As he turns around from the cupboard, he almost drops the salt and pepper shakers at the sight of you; legs spread and jumper riding up your midriff, exposing a small sliver of your abdomen. He swallows harshly at the sight of the damp spot on your underwear and has to place the shakers on the counter before turning to properly face you.
“I… uh…you look really good right now,” his stutters have your confidence growing, and as a boost of confidence shoots through you, you feel the need to remove your jumper, exposing your matching lacy bra.
“I think you would look pretty good too if you removed your shirt and pants, we could match.” A giggle escapes your throat as you see the flush cover his cheeks and ears, hands quickly going to remove his shirt and tossing it to the side. Without a second to waste, he’s also removing his pants and leaving him in his boxers with a half-hard erection.
You lick your lips and spread your legs further, inviting him to come stand between them. He obliges and lets his hands hang loosely over your hips, his lips brushing yours only slightly enough to have goosebumps covering your skin. Everything feels so close, yet so far. What happens now?
“I love you, Mingyu.”
The words have his eyes widening, and even though your words are sentimental, you feel his cock twitch against your thigh. His eyes dart to where the ramen is slowly cooking away on the stove, knowing he doesn't have very long before the noodles will be ready.
“I love you too.”
He presses his lips delicately to yours and feels your arms sling over his shoulders. You can feel his rapid heartbeat against your chest, and it makes you feel so good knowing that you’ve made him feel this way. Every single touch he gives you, every slight graze along your skin, has it burning a trail that doesn't leave your mind.
You can feel yourself getting soaked by the second, Mingyu’s magic lips working deftly against your own and his tongue licking along the seams of your mouth. You can tell he’s holding himself back, and you need to let him know that it’s okay to let go.
“M-Mingyu-” your voice comes out breathily and has him groaning into your mouth before he’s reluctantly pulling away. At this point, he has a raging hard on and the wet spot on your panties has doubled. He stares at you, pupils black with lust and a small smirk on his lips, his fabric-covered cock pressing against your panty-clad cunt, only soaking you more.
“The noodles, Gyu, we need to move them off the stove,” you giggle, one of his hands reluctantly pulling away from your supple skin to fiddle with the nobs before eventually turning off the stove. Without a word coming from him, he turns back to face you and easily picks you up off the countertop, swiftly moving you to the couch you had set up earlier.
“I need to fuck you, but I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill, don’t worry about it.”
His eyes gleam with want and he feverishly presses his lips back to yours again, his hands moving to your back to fiddle with the clips of your bra. He removes it within a few moments with relative ease, sliding the straps off your shoulders and exposing your nipples to the cool air.
He licks his lips at the sight of them pebbling up and immediately ducks his head down to wrap his lips around one of them, one of his hands teasing the other. His tongue feels rough against your skin and only drives you crazy. Your hands are in his dark locks, tugging against them as if your life depends on it.
“So fucking beautiful, can't believe I waited this long to confess and see this,” Mingyu mumbles against your skin, feeling his cock strain impossibly harder against the fabric of his boxers. He knows he probably has a pre cum stain on the front, but he could not give a shit with how good you look and feel.
With his mouth still wrapped around your tit, he reaches a free hand down to mindlessly rub your clit through your thong. Your grip on his hair tightens as he circles the bundle of nerves quickly, and your stomach begins to bundle up in pleasure.
“Mingyu…I ne-need you to fuck me.”
You don't have to ask him twice. Before you can say another word, he’s pulling off your nipple and practically ripping your panties in half. As you open your mouth to complain about your favourite thong being ruined, he shimmies his boxers down and exposes his girthy cock to you.
Your jaw drops open at the sight of him. You knew he had to be big, given his tall stature, but he was bigger than you had imagined. His girth was also much larger than you had been used to in the past, and while it slightly scared you, you also couldn't help but be extremely turned on at the same time.
“Have you got lube?” He asks, and you point to a small cupboard in your room where you kept all sorts of goodies like lube and your toys. He chuckles as he paws through the cupboard, and you roll your eyes, knowing he’s still a child at heart even though he’s about 30 seconds away from sheathing himself inside of you.
Moments later he comes back with a black lube bottle and pours a small amount onto his palm, before chucking the bottle next to you on the couch and pumping himself slowly with the lube, a low groan bubbling from his chest. You feel a new wave of arousal flood your body at the sight of him. How had you not jumped his bones years ago?
“Are you ready?” He asks, adjusting his body so that he’s hovering over you, while your legs are wrapped around his waist. You nod and let your lips press to his hungrily again as he begins to slide the fat head of his cock into your entrance. You whine at the sting and feel tears well up in your eyes.
Even though he’s hardly pushed half of his cock into you, you can already tell he’s a very attentive lover. He kisses away your tears as he thrusts his hips further into you, holding you as close as he physically can while he sheaths the rest of his girthy cock inside you. Once he’s bottomed out, you both let out a sigh of relief and he peppers your face with kisses, praises flowing from his lips with every kiss.
After a few moments, you squeeze around his cock and he groans, before beginning to move slowly. He can feel your walls pulsating around him, and he’s certain he won’t last long if you keep it up. He plants his arms on each side of your head and starts thrusting a little faster, cock twitching when your boobs begin to bounce a little with each push inside of you.
“F-fuck…god, mingyu!” Your voice is like heaven to his ears as your mind turns to mush, any coherent thoughts you had flying out the window with how well he’s fucking you. Your moans and whimpers are sending him over the edge, and as his orgasm begins to peak, his hips start an extreme pace, groans and whimpers filling the room and your sweat colliding with each other.
Your own orgasm isn't far behind Mingyu’s, and you feel yourself toppling over the edge with a loud cry when he lets the rough pad of his thumb bump roughly against your clit, rubbing harshly until your thighs clench around his hips and your back arches off the couch while stars dance across your vision.
It takes a while for you to come down from your high, and you don’t even realize that Mingyu has already gotten up and started cleaning you up with some tissues and wipes. You have a stupid smile on your face as you look down to see Mingyu sliding a pair of his sweats up your thighs, which he mirrors when he realizes you’ve come back to earth.
“Hi, darling, are you feeling okay?” The pet name has your cheeks burning but you nod regardless, reaching a hand out to comb through his hair softly. He leans into your touch, sighing softly at the contact, before he’s standing up and grabbing a shirt and placing it over your head, moving your arms to get them into the arm holes.
“So, I figured what we could do tonight is eat ramen, watch shitty television series and make flower crowns with those zinnias and other flowers you picked earlier, how does that sound?”
“That sounds perfect, Mingyu.”
“And you know, I actually did a bit of research on the zinnia flowers, and they actually have an interesting meaning.”
You quirk your brow, not even knowing that zinnias, let alone flowers, had meanings behind them. You urge him to go on, and he quickly pulls out his phone to show you what he had found through his research. You find yourself tearing up at the meaning behind them and bury your head in his shoulder.
“The meaning I like the most is that it stands for everlasting love and affection, but also for endurance and daily remembrance. So, from now on and every year on this day, I am going to bring you a bouquet of zinnias to remind you of my everlasting love for you.”
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the stresses of a humble ceo - l.sm
pairing: ceo!seokmin x female!secretary!reader
w.c.: roughly 2.8k
rating: smut minors do NOT interact
warnings: hard dom!seokmin, seungkwan makes an appearance, throat fucking, semi-public activities, oral (m. receiving), mentions of reader touching themself, seokmin has a throat bulge kink, cumming in readers throat, use of pet names (darling mostly), dirty talk
synopsis: seokmin has been icing out his coworkers, and it's up to you and your throat to find out why
a/n: I hope u enjoy! dom seok has been on the brain for weeks
Your boss had been unusually taciturn and reserved the entire morning. Usually, Seokmin is a bright, cheerful man who spreads positivity throughout the workplace. He had built his company from the ground up, was extremely humble about his beginnings and even shared some of his lowest moments with you, his secretary.
You had been Seokmin’s secretary for just over 12 months, and you had loved every moment of it. Sure, there were quite a few nights where you stayed back to help fill out paperwork or stay back all night to work on a big project that was due the following day, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.
The entire office was talking in hushed tones, almost as if they were walking around on eggshells. You felt confusion, worry and concern bubble up inside you, while everyone around you shot worried looks in your direction as you walked towards your desk. You hardly had time to set your bag and coffee down before account manager Seungkwan comes rushing over to your desk, panic filling his features.
“Thank god you’re here, Seokmin has been so eerily quiet and hasn’t spoken a word to anyone today, can you talk to him?” His voice sounds strained, and you’re almost certain you can see a bead of sweat on his hairline, threatening to trickle down at the next minor inconvenience.
You give him a curt nod and watch him scurry off to complete his multiple piles of paperwork. There were a million thoughts running through your mind about what could possibly happen when you step foot into Seokmin’s office, but you figured the only way to find out what was truly on his mind was to see him and speak face to face.
After shrugging off your blazer, you walk slowly toward Seokmin’s office. The door is closed, which would normally indicate he’s not inside, but you can hear faint muttering and his palms smacking against the desk on the odd occasion, which confirms that he’s inside. You can see Seungkwan eyeing you off from across the office, giving you a somewhat encouraging thumbs up as you rap your hand against the door of Seokmin’s office quickly.
“Come in.”
You feel a chill run down your spine at the tone of his voice; it definitely seemed colder than usual, and as you step inside the office you feel as if the temperature drops another 10 degrees. You shut the door behind you, before finally turning around to face the CEO.
His hair is quiffed up with gel, exposing his forehead. You can see his blazer strewn haphazardly across the arm of his leather chair, and he had rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt, exposing his toned arms and making his biceps look even bigger than usual.
You swallow and let your head fall, your eyes trained on your heels that you definitely should've polished before you came into the office. Seokmin is silent, but you can hear the slight rustle of his pants as he moves from behind his desk to stand in front of it. You observe his brown shoes, the way that his ankles are crossed and his pants are riding up just enough that you can see his bright blue socks with ducks on them. Cute.
“What’s so funny?”
His deep voice snaps you out of your trance, and you hadn't even realized the edges of your lips were upturned. You quickly wipe the smile off your face and let your head hang slightly lower, too embarrassed to even look at his shoes now.
“You didn’t answer me. What’s. So. Funny?”
Seokmin’s voice is sharp, and definitely sends a chill down your spine and you can feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. While you were slightly scared, it also kind of had you pressing your thighs together, the sheer dominant aura radiating off his being has goosebumps erupting along your arms and legs.
“Nothing, sir.”
He’s silent for a moment and then crosses the room quickly so that he’s standing in front of you. You can feel his stare boring into the top of your head, which makes your blood run cold. When you don’t look at him, one of his hands comes up and runs gently along your jaw, before his fingers are lifting up your chin and you’re staring directly into his eyes.
You have to gasp at the sight of him now. His once warm, brown pupils are now almost black, his lips plump and pink, presumably from being bitten, and a large smirk stretching across his features, sending the butterflies into your stomach into a rampage.
“What did you call me?”
His voice is softer now, and you can feel yourself melting into the grasp he has on your chin, but you can still hear the dominant side of him, and it makes your panties stick to you just a little more. You gulp and try to avoid eye contact, but he simply clears his throat so that you’ll bring your attention back to him.
“Answer me.”
“I…I called you sir.”
He smirks and grips your jaw tighter. He takes a step back, which instinctively makes you take your own step back. He takes another step, so you do the same. He does this until you’re back against a wall, and he slots one of his thighs between your leg, the slightly scratchy fabric rubbing deliciously against your panties.
“Why are you here, my darling secretary?”
Your heart skips a beat at the slight pet name, but you keep your composure and stare at him squarely in the eyes, a grin forming on your lips when his smirk falters at your sudden spark of confidence.
“Everyone around the office has said that you’ve been a bit of an asshole today, want to tell me what’s going on?”
Your heart is racing, you can see his facial features turn from that of surprise to anger, through confusion, and finally landing on something you weren't quite sure how to portray. His smirk drops and so does his head, falling onto your collarbone and heaving a heavy sigh.
“I didn’t mean to, I’ve just had a lot of stressful nights with some rival company that’s trying to edge us out of business. It’s kept me up at night and I guess…it’s finally just getting to me.”
He sighs again and lifts his head, and you can now see clearly how exhausted he seems. From just a small glance, you can see how tired his features are; how the circles under his eyes are much darker than normal, and how he looks ready to collapse from exhaustion at any given moment. Your heart pangs at the sight of him, and you truly feel terrible.
You hum in thought, the gears in your head turning with all the possible ideas on how to relieve his stress until you come to the idea that would surely help him out.
“I have an idea on how to relieve your stress…if you’d like.”
Seokmin has confusion seeping across his features once again as he waits for you to continue, his eyes urging you to continue your sentence. While you hesitate to bring your idea to the table, he drinks in your form. Slightly mussed hair, your skirt riding up your thighs and revealing your glorious thighs to him, making his dick twitch in his work pants.
But he’d never admit to his secretary of all people, that he’d had dreams of fucking you senseless, hearing your moans and spreading your legs apart so he can drill his cock into you-
“Sir?”
The nickname has his thoughts jumpstarting and his cock jolting in his pants again, and he’s not quite sure what to think now that he’s certain he has a sir kink. He shakes his head and refocuses his attention on you, his eyes widening slightly when he sees you've unbuttoned your blouse down to your chest, your cleavage on full display for him.
He gulps and moves to sit in his leather chair, you trailing not far behind. He watches as you lean against his oak desk nonchalantly, your hand reaching out and letting your fingertips graze over the backs of his hands, a shiver cascading over Seokmin’s body at the slight touch.
“W-what’s your idea?” He chokes out, feeling his dick getting harder by the second. He watches you intently with wide eyes as you crouch on the ground next to him, knees flat on the scratchy carpet. You don’t move for a couple of seconds, just smirking at him as he feels his heart rate increase to potentially dangerous levels.
“Well, I could let you use my throat if you want, it’s not much but…” you trail your sentence off to let your words sink in, and it’s like you can see the dominant change in him once he realizes what you’ve offered. His eyes darken and become slightly hooded, and you can now clearly see the tent in his slacks, not hiding his evident interest.
“Say no more, darling, it would be an honour to use your throat, but you’re gonna have to work for it first, alright?” His voice has dropped an octave and you’re certain there’s a puddle between your thighs, but you do your best to ignore it as you nod and bring your hands up to his slacks.
You palm him slowly first, watching as he sighs lightly and lets his head fall back against the chair. From the awkward angle you’re kneeling in, you observe his hands digging into the armchair, possibly in an attempt to hold himself back from gripping your hair. You smirk and let your hand push harder against his erection, eliciting a deep moan that arose from the very depths of his chest.
“F-fuck, you’re such a fucking tease,” he grunts out, one hand relenting from its place on the armrest and coming up to weave through the strands of hair atop your scalp and hold tightly. You can feel his fingernails dig into the skin slightly, and it only urges you to move forward with your plan and unzip his slacks, the bulge in his underwear straining to be removed from its confines.
Without a second thought, you place your mouth along his bulge, which causes him to suck a breath in. He stays silent as you work your hot mouth over his boxers, his cock twitching under the restraints, his eye twitching with the need to fuck your mouth just so that you’ll stop teasing.
He can feel his stomach tightening, and he pulls your mouth off his boxers reluctantly, just to see your lust-filled eyes and he feels himself falling down a hole that he can’t climb out of. He watches as your smirk falls when he stands and shoves his pants down to his ankles, his boxers following suit.
You can’t help the way your eyes widen when Seokmin’s cock springs out of his boxers and saps against his abdomen. It’s thick, which you had already gathered from mouthing over it, but it’s also at least 7 inches. Just the thought of him stretching you out, the fat head pumping into you roughly, has your panties soaking even more and you’re sure they’re ruined by now.
You move to stand so that he has more room to move, but he keeps you planted by placing a hand on your shoulder, and standing over you darkly. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times, and you feel your cheeks warm at the lewdness of the entire situation.
“Your offer had my head spinning sweetheart, so I’m going to take you up on that offer. Tap my thigh twice if you need to tap out, otherwise, I’m going to be abusing your throat until I cum. Understood?”
He smirks when you nod quickly, your mouth opening automatically and your heart beating rapidly as he moves closer and lets the tip slide onto your tongue. It’s heavy and you can taste the slight tang of precum already, and you close your eyes to savour the taste of him. While it has a slightly bitter taste, the horniness coursing through your system cancels it out and you can hardly taste it by the time he begins a steady rhythm of fucking your throat.
Seokmin starts slow, his cock twitching at the feeling of your warm, tight mouth encasing him. He lets himself fall into the bliss of fucking his cock into you, both of his hands coming up to attach to your scalp once again. You slack your jaw a little bit, giving him access to fuck himself into your mouth as he pleases.
With one glance up at him, on your knees, he loses any willpower he had and begins to fuck your throat faster, his cock ramming into your mouth like it’s his own personal toy. You take the opportunity to unbutton your blouse all the way, exposing your lacy sage-green lingerie. While you hadn’t expected anything to happen, it was just your luck you had worn his favourite colour to work.
His hips stutter and he watches as you shrug off your black blouse, finally exposing all the details on your lingerie set. Soft, satiny sage green that was offset with small emerald rhinestones. Everything about it made his stomach grow tight again, and when you took the opportunity to suck his cock while he was in a trance, something clicked inside of him.
He pulled his cock out of your mouth, the action causing you to gasp for air. He tugs on your hair and pulls you to a standing position before he’s pushing papers off his desk and manipulating your body so that you are now on your back on his desk, your head leaning over the edge.
Your heart beats rapidly, while he stands over you with his cock in his hand. He smirks and admires the view; bra straps falling off your shoulders, skirt hiked up so far that he can see your matching panties, dark spot evident on the front. At this point, Seokmin feels like he is about to combust, and can hardly handle seeing you like this.
“You’re going to be a good girl and let me fuck your throat again like this, right? You’re going to be my good cocksleeve.” He groans and lets his cock slide into your mouth again, but this time he can see the way his cock bulges in your throat, and it sends him spiralling into a whole new dimension of needing to cum.
“Oh, fuck, your throat feels so fucking good…can’t believe I hadn’t done this sooner…” He groans out, feeling all his stress melting away with each thrust into your tightening throat. He can feel the way you moan around him, and it only drives him ever closer to the brink of no return.
Seokmin picks up his pace, thrusting into your throat like his life depends on it. He can see the way his cock slides in and out of your throat, the bulge growing and disappearing as he fucks continually into your throat. He can hear your moans and groans and see the way one of your hands is sliding down to your underwear.
“Go on, darling, touch yourself while I use your pretty mouth.” He instructs with a groan, and you moan around his cock while you slide your hand under your panties, causing his hips to stutter which forces his cock deeper into your throat on accident, effectively making you deepthroat him. Seokmin feels your throat contract violently around his tip, and he can’t help but let himself go with a loud whine as he paints your throat white with his cum.
He takes a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down, before pulling his softening cock out of your mouth and whistling at the sight of you. Your hair is knotted, tangled beyond repair, and your eyes are glazed over with a dark lust that indicates you might still be wanting more (not that he’d mind).
While you take the time to sit up and slowly gather up your clothing, he hurries around his office like a mouse, picking up his papers and other office supplies that were strewn across the floor in his haze of lust. He watches you carefully, slowly buttoning up your blouse and picking up your heels that had fallen off at some point.
“Wait, before you finish getting dressed, can I repay the favour?”
You turn and face him in shock, not expecting him to even want to reciprocate and that this was a once-off event. He walks the distance between you and stands in front of you, eyes dark again and he slowly slides your blouse off your shoulders. When you don’t attempt to stop him, he gets onto his knees and shifts your skirt up, exposing your drenched panties.
“I can tell you want this, so just say the word, darling, and I’ll make you see stars.”
“I want this.”
“Good, because I know I feel less stressed after that session, so maybe I can reduce some of your stress too.”
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down under ♡ j.w.w
♡ pairing: idol!wonwoo x female!reader
♡ genre: smut
♡ word count: 1.6k
♡ this fic contains: long-distance relationship, guided masturbation, video chatting, masturbation (f and m), wonwoo has a very very deep voice, reader gets off to his voice
♡ synopsis: wonwoo has landed in a new country and is pretty tired, but still makes the effort to call you. what he doesn't realize is how his husky voice will affect you.
♡ a/n: I wish I could say I was sorry but I'm really not, big thanks to @lovelyhan for proofreading for me :)
“Oh, hey!”
“Hey, baby, how are you?”
Wonwoo’s voice comes through the screen a little crackly, but it settles relatively quickly as his laptop adjusts to the hotel’s wifi. You can see him perfectly clearly, his dark hair fluffed up and his round specs perched delicately on the bridge of his nose. You could immediately see how exhausted he was, the dark circles under his eyes are prominent, but he still managed to call you as soon as he got to his hotel room and got settled in.
It made your heart skip a beat.
“I’m okay, the bed feels empty without you but I’m sure I’ll manage, I always have,” your sentence has wonwoo’s features morphing into one of guilt, but he brushes it off quickly knowing that you always do fine when he goes away on tour. He smiles as you continue chatting about your day and what you did after he left for the airport in the early hours of the morning.
He didn’t want to leave you, your sleeping form nestled comfortably under the two blankets you always required. It was hard to drag himself out of the warmth of the bed you two shared and into the cool autumn air, but it was part of his job as an idol to be prepared at any time for any situation.
“But enough about me, how’s Australia? Was the flight over okay?” You see Wonwoo chuckle as he readjusts himself on the hotel bed, to which you can see a peek of his naked collarbone and shoulders. You had been so wrapped up in catching up with him before that you hadn’t even noticed he was half-naked and sitting on camera with you.
“The flight over was…okay? I didn’t get a lot of sleep because Vernon kept talking to me about a new video game that’s coming out soon, but the food was good, especially for plane food, and didn’t have any trouble with customs,” his voice is so soothing but you can tell he’s tired just from how it’s dropped an octave.
You don’t want to admit the way his voice sounds is turning you on, especially given how exhausted he was from his flight. However, you couldn’t help feeling your panties begin to stick to your folds the more he elaborated on what the band’s tour would be like over the next few weeks, the deep and dulcet tones of his voice going straight to your pussy.
Whilst Wonwoo was exhausted, he was still sharp enough to see you weren’t in the right frame of mind either; your fingers picking at the skin of your lips and your eyes darting in all directions, not looking him in the eye (as best as you could over a camera anyway.)
“Baby, what’s going on?”
Your mind is hazed over with lust, your fingers teasing your sopping folds and picturing that they were Wonwoo’s instead. You had almost completely forgotten he was on camera with you, observing how your body writhes and how your whimpers cascade through his speakers like a wonderful harmony.
He doesn’t have to ask you again what’s going on.
That’s when he begins to formulate a plan, something that will send you over the edge over and over.
“Angel, come back to me, I want to see your pretty face.”
You're finally snapped out of your haze at the use of the pet name, and you feel your cheeks begin to burn at the prospect of what you’d just been caught doing. You can see Wonwoo grinning at you like he normally does when you are desperate for release. What you can’t see, however, below the camera is that he’s now discarded his slacks and is sitting butt naked on his bed, cock rigid and leaking precum onto his lower abdomen.
“Sorry…kinda got caught up…”
He raises an eyebrow at you as you try to explain yourself and trip over your own words, and can’t help but notice you’ve removed your loose-fitting shirt and are now sitting in just your bra and presumably, underwear. Just imagining the sight of you alone like that has his cock twitching against his stomach.
“What were you thinking about darling? Guide me through your thoughts.”
You can see his eyes have grown darker, pooling with lust and want. Your heartbeat quickens and suddenly you feel much more vulnerable than before, but push the feelings down very quickly and gasp when you glance back at the camera.
Wonwoo has shifted his laptop to the end of the bed, exposing his naked body to your eyes. You can see how his cock is red and angry, with small pools of precum landing in the crevices of his abs. He wraps a hand around his cock and begins to pump himself slowly, and you watch as his head falls back with a small groan at the contact.
“Go on, angel, tell me.”
“Oh, uh, well, I saw your collarbones earlier and I pictured myself leaving marks on them, and then I pictured your fingers teasing me all along my thighs and my pussy…”
Your voice trails off as you watch Wonwoo spread his legs and start pumping his cock quicker, his groans and moans becoming much more prominent the more you talk. You can’t help but to kick your panties and bra off and spread your legs, moving your laptop to the end of the bed so he can see all of you.
“Keep g-going, fuck, so good for me…”
A new wave of arousal floods your body and you can feel your cunt growing slicker by the second. Your fingers quickly find your folds again and begin to tease, sliding up and down almost torturously while your thumb glides over your clit and makes your thighs twitch with the contact.
“I… I also picture how good you fuck me, how you hold my throat when I-I’m about to cum, and-and how you always hold my thighs apart and tell me how good I am for you,” you finish your sentence with a whine as you let a finger slip inside your entrance, still feeling empty without his touch.
Despite your comments coming to a stop, Wonwoo’s movements don’t. With the perfect mixture of his imagination and your words, as well as your pretty whines and moans coming through his laptop speaker, he’s able to buck his hips into his hands harshly and bring himself to the brink of his orgasm.
Your mind is complete mush as you slip a second finger into your entrance, pumping quickly to find your own release. A hand reaches up to squeeze at your boobs, imagining it’s his large hands rather than your own, much smaller in comparison to his and not feeling nearly the same.
For a while, you both just let each other get caught up in your moans and whines, letting them tangle together in the most harmonious of ways. The sight of you alone has Wonwoo almost blowing his load, and he has to bring his hand down to his base and squeeze tightly enough to ensure he wouldn’t cum as quickly.
“I’m close,” Wonwoo’s voice has grown even deeper in his own chase for release and you feel the rubber band in your stomach tighten even more. Even though he’s not physically with you, it’s almost as if you can feel him with you as your orgasm begins to peak. He can tell you’re close too, with the way your voice quivers with each moan and word you try to pronounce.
“Cum with me, angel, are you ready?”
You whine out your response as your thumb moves harshly over your clit and a third finger enters your dripping cunt, picturing that it’s his cock instead. Incoherent mumbles begin slipping from your lips and your mind grows delirious as you wait for his signal to cum.
“Three.”
“Two…”
“O-one. Cum with me, baby.”
The white light explodes over your vision as you cum hard from his command, your fingers getting coated in juices and your body trembling violently as the waves of your orgasm crash over you. You peek your eyes open and can see Wonwoo in a very similar situation, except he has cum painting his entire abdomen up to his chest, and all down his thighs.
While you both come down from your highs, you can hear each other panting and it takes all your strength to pull yourself up and bring the laptop back up so that your face and chest are all that’s in view now. You take in the sight of him post-orgasm, still recovering with his head hanging low and his thighs lightly trembling.
“Won? Are you okay baby?”
He lifts his head and smiles at you dopily, before lifting his laptop back onto his lap. You can see his lips are slightly swollen from being bitten, and he looks so soft. While you wish you could stay on call longer, you knew it was getting late for him, and he still had to shower and eat.
“I’m okay, I promise.”
“Good, now please go and eat something and get to bed early, you look like you’re going to fall asleep any second!”
He grins at your loving scolding and says his goodbyes to you, but not before blowing you an air kiss and promising to call you when he wakes up the following morning. You smile and turn your computer off, before heading to the shower to think about Wonwoo and his fingers some more.
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pairing: afab!reader x seungcheol x seokmin
word count: ~4.3k
genre: smut (minors dni)
warnings: alcohol mentions, hair pulling, teasing in a car and a nightclub, dom!seungcheol and dom!seokmin, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), orgasm denial, dirty talk, reader is called a slut maybe once or twice, no condoms (practice safe sex tho)
a/n: this is based off a dream i had a while ago...so enjoy i guess!
You were never a fan of nightclubs or the bar scene, but when your best friend offered to bring (more like drag) you to a club not far from where you lived, you couldn’t resist. It had been a while since you had been out anyway, and you figured a night out on the town would probably be good for you.
“You take forever to get ready!” You can hear Soonyoung’s whiny voice filter through the closed door of your bedroom, and you can just picture the dramatic pout accompanying his features. You roll your eyes at him even though he can’t see you and dramatically pull open your bedroom door, his eyes widening in surprise and a shriek leaving his lips unexpectedly.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking dramatic, it takes time to look this good you know,” you mutter, walking past him and picking up your purse, as well as your ID, lip balm and some cash. Behind you, you can hear Soonyoung scoff and pick up his phone to order the Uber, his fingers tapping away on the screen.
Soonyoung had been your best friend since high school, when he had accidentally made you drop your lunch and offered to buy you a new one, his eyes upturned like two beautiful crescent moons when he smiled. Ever since that day, he had lovingly annoyed you and dragged you to bars and clubs as soon as the both of you were legal.
“Earth to dumbass, the Uber is here,” Soonyoung’s voice and flailing hands in front of your face bring you out of your daze, his blonde hair falling into his eyes and his lips upturned into a devilish grin. His arm wraps around your shoulder casually and you’re somewhat grateful for the heat emanating off his body, considering your outfit didn’t exactly keep you warm.
He ushers you to the car after you had locked your apartment, and lets you slide in before he’s sitting beside you and giving the Uber driver the address of the club. The driver quickly nods his head and speeds away from the curb, heading in the direction of the night’s destination.
It had only just passed 10:30 pm, but the club was already packed inside and out, and you could hear the loud bass reverberating from the building before you had even stepped foot outside of the car. Soonyoung quickly paid the driver and thanked him, before opening the car door and stepping out, holding his hand out for you to grab so you could also step out.
“It’s so busy already…” Soonyoung mumbled, fumbling through his wallet for his ID. You sighed and pulled your ID out of your purse, just hoping to get inside quickly and get a strong drink. Luckily for you both, the line was quickly pushed through, and you found yourself inside less than 5 minutes after getting to the club.
It was dark, as you expected, but there were what seemed like tens of neon strobe lights streaking across the floors and the roof. A smoke machine stood near the DJ booth, smoke puffing out in intermittent bursts and covering the dance floor. As for the DJ, he was spinning the records like crazy and taking requests from the drunken clubbers.
While you were taking the unusual scene in, Soonyoung had gone and grabbed you a drink, before grabbing your arm and dragging you to a booth away from the sweaty bodies and smoke machine that was slowly starting to burn the hairs in your nostrils. You brought the alcohol to your lips and took a large swig, letting the liquor burn your throat and drown any thoughts you had previously.
A glance over at your best friend had you sighing; he hadn’t even had half of his drink and was already swaying from side to side with a loopy grin on his face. You also noted the slight tinge covering his cheeks and his eyes slightly glazed over. In short, he was already nearing the point of no return while you hadn’t even gotten a buzz yet. Lucky bastard.
“How are you already tipsy?” You shout over the pounding music, and he just shrugs and takes another sip of his drink before stumbling out to the dancefloor and grinding against a random girl. You only roll your eyes in disbelief at him before pulling out your phone and scrolling mindlessly through social media. It seemed everywhere you looked, everyone was having fun.
“Hey pretty girl, how about a drink on the house?” A low voice resounds in your ear and almost makes you jump out of your skin. You turn around to find the face attached to the voice and feel the wind get knocked out of your body at the sight before you. You couldn’t believe someone this gorgeous was talking to you, out of all people.
He looked like he was sculpted by gods; his facial features were soft yet defined, and his two-toned hair perfectly matched his persona. “Hey beautiful, my name is Seungcheol, and I think you’re the cutest one in this place,” he states, his hand grabbing your own and pressing his lips to your knuckles in an old-fashioned way, and you could feel your cheeks burn up at the contact.
“Nice to meet you, Seungcheol, but can I ask why you came up to me out of all people?” Your voice faltered when he sat beside you and slung an arm over your shoulder, his free hand holding what looked to be whiskey or some other pungent brown liquor that had your nose scrunching up. He swirled the liquor around in the glass, almost pondering his answer to you, before taking a small sip and looking at you with a smirk.
“Well, I saw you walk in with that guy,” his head motions to where Soonyoung was now heavily making out with another woman in a booth not far from you. For what seemed to be the fiftieth time that night, you rolled your eyes at his actions before directing your attention back to Seungcheol.
“You looked so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you and I knew I had to talk to you,” he continues, eyes lighting up and your heart skips a beat at how cute he looks when he’s smiling. Your pulse quickens when you feel him pull you closer, his hand now coming down to secure around your waist instead.
He made small talk with you, and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol talking or your genuine attraction to this man you had known for an hour, but your stomach was getting warm and you felt your underwear getting soaked.
“You know, that outfit looks good on you, but I think it would look even better on my bedroom floor,” he whispers into your ear, smirking as your nose scrunches up and a small gasp escapes your lips, and his eyes drift to your hand that has begun to grip mindlessly at the leather fabric underneath you. “Do you wanna get out of here?” He asks, and you can’t possibly say no to him at this point, so you meekly nod and follow him out of the club, grabbing Soonyoung’s attention so he knows where you’re going.
With a small thumbs up and a wink from him, he resumes making out with the woman beside him, and you’re being pulled out of the club and into the cool autumn night. “I’ll get my friend to pick us up, he’s not far from here” Seungcheol mentions offhandedly, keeping a hand around your waist tightly.
The night air begins to sober you up, but the feeling inside your stomach doesn’t fade. While Seungcheol talks to his friend on the other side of the line, letting him know where you were both located, you took in the nightlife around you. The streets were still bustling with late-night party-goers and drunks being carried by their friends, and the occasional pigeon strutting on the sidewalk and picking up crumbs from the ground.
“He will be here shortly, only a couple of minutes away” Seungcheol speaks quickly, and you notice he’s getting a little more frisky. His hand moves away from your waist and down lower, ghosting over your ass and lightly patting it. He gazes down at your reaction and chuckles at your flustered expression, before turning to wave down to his friend who had finally driven up the street.
“Thanks for picking us up, Seokmin, I appreciate it,” Seungcheol expresses as he hops in the car with you following suit. The driver, who was now known as Seokmin, turned to grin at you both, and you silently gasped at the beauty of him. He had a defined and chiselled jaw, the perfect nose and the brightest smile you had ever seen.
“It’s no problem! Glad I could be of service,” he comments, and you notice him checking you out in the mirror. A smirk crosses his features when he sees you looking before he’s pulling away from the curb and heading across town. You weren’t sure if you were seeing things, but you swore you saw the two men give each other a knowing look before Seokmin focused back on the road and Seungcheol focused back on you.
“So, darling, I have a thought I wanna run by you,” Seungcheol states, his hand drifting up your thigh and squeezing lightly. You gulp and feel your pulse quicken, but urge him to go on nonetheless with a slight nod. Just the pet name alone had your head spinning, his silky voice luring you in; you had no idea what was in store in terms of his idea.
“Well, Seokmin here and I have been talking, and we would love to both have a go with you in bed, making you feel good. What do you think?” You were speechless, your mind had gone numb and you were going into overdrive just thinking about it. The thought alone had your thighs clenching together which didn’t go unnoticed by the handsome men.
Seungcheol’s hand drifts further up your thigh and under your dress, toying at the fabric of your underwear. He tilts your jaw towards himself and crashes his lips to yours hungrily, his quick fingers moving to press roughly to the front of your panties, a gasp escaping you at the contact. His calloused hands are rough against your sensitive skin, and it takes every inch of you to not cum on the seats of Seokmin’s car.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Seokmin grins as he turns the car into the illuminated driveway of a unit and parks, before turning around and drinking in your form. “You look so good, can’t wait to see what you look like underneath those clothes,” he whispers, before getting out of the car and ushering you and Seungcheol inside.
The inside of the unit was cozy. Soft lamplight flooded the area, and it was definitely well lived in. Books and items of clothing were scattered across the lounges and floor, typical of a boy's room. You didn’t get much time to observe the rest of the unit, however, as you were dragged to the closest bedroom and pushed inside, the door closing behind Seokmin and Seungcheol.
You were unsure of how the dynamic would work between the three of you, and it seemed they were a little unsure also. After a small bicker between the two men in front of you, you could see Seungcheol smile and Seokmin pout, before they both turned to you with dark eyes.
“Alright, our safe word for tonight is going to be lava lamp. If there is something you don’t like either of us does, just say the word okay?” Seungcheol���s voice is soft, and you can feel his hand coming up to run through your hair. You nod in response, but that didn’t seem a good enough answer for him, because the hand in your hair suddenly tugged upwards and left a stinging sensation on your scalp.
“I need verbal answers, sweetheart, got it?” His voice had suddenly dropped an octave and become slightly gravelly, making your cunt throb in excitement. “Yes, I understand,” you whimper, which seems to satisfy Seungcheol and he lets go of your hair. “Good girl,” he mutters, hurriedly pressing his lips to yours.
Seungcheol tastes exactly as you would expect him to; slightly minty with a hint of the whiskey he had drunk earlier. It was an odd combination, the flavours dancing on your lips and tongue, but intoxicating in all the best ways, and you never wanted to stop kissing him. You felt like you were floating on cloud 9.
You were brought back to earth when you felt a pair of hands tugging at the straps of your dress, slipping them down your shoulders. A pair of soft lips followed quickly along your skin and made you shiver and lean into the contact, the man behind you chuckling victoriously.
“I can’t wait until we get this off you,” you can hear Seokmin’s soft voice from behind, and when you turn to face him, you’re taken aback by how handsome he looks. He has unbuttoned the top half of his shirt so that you can get a peek at his deliciously tan skin, and his legs are spread just far enough that you can picture yourself leaning down and sitting between them, hands palming at his crotch-
“Come back to earth sweetheart, you’re drooling,” Seungcheol runs a hand through your hair and sweeps it to one side, his lips attaching to your neck and sucking softly. You can only sigh at the contact and feel your knees buckle, a large hand wrapping around your waist to keep you upright.
“Bring her over to the bed, Cheol, I wanna ravish her,” Seokmin mutters, and you can hear the impatience beginning to seep into his voice. A small grunt from Seungcheol and he’s removing his lips from your neck and ushering you to the bed. He playfully shoves you to the bed, where you land chest first on the mattress with a soft ‘oof’.
You lay still on the mattress, slightly winded from the fall but also stunned by the reactions from the two men behind you. Low whistles escape both of them, and you can feel one of their hands come down and knead roughly at your ass cheek through the fabric of your dress. There is a slight breeze on your thighs as they tug your dress upwards, revealing your ass, and the sight of your lacy thong makes them groan in excitement. You smirk to yourself briefly but get snapped back to reality when one of them, you presume Seungcheol, snaps the fabric against your ass and makes you gasp.
“So that’s what you’ve been hiding from us…cute.” A voice mutters from behind you. You couldn’t distinguish who it was, but you weren’t left lingering on the thought too long when you felt your thong being removed from your body, slid down your thighs and thrown somewhere in the corner of the room.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” Seokmin’s soft voice sends shivers up your spine and you can feel slender fingers teasingly running along your inner thighs, but not getting close to where you want them to be. You shift your hips back in hopes that the men will get the hint, but instead, you find your hips being pushed down into the mattress with one set of hands, while the other continues to tease your thighs, getting closer to your pussy.
“We didn’t say you could move,” Seungcheol mutters in your ear, his lips dropping to your neck and sucking lightly, while Seokmin moves his hand to finally cup your pussy and provide you with some relief. Seokmin’s fingers feel rough against your clit, and you can’t stop the whimper that bubbles past your lips or your head burying itself in the clean cotton sheets.
“Don’t hide yourself or your pretty noises sweetheart, we want to hear you,” a hand threads through your hair and tugs your body up slightly, and you’re met with a now half-undressed Seungcheol in front of you, his shirt crumpled up next to him, and his jeans thrown haphazardly on the floor. His boxers are the only thing in the way of what you want, but from just the outline of his hardened cock, you can tell he’s girthy and your mouth waters at the thought of him filling you up.
Seokmin begins steadily moving his fingers over your clit, a grin pulling over his features when he sees your thighs tremble. He decides to take it one step further and inserts a finger inside of you, your slight gasp only pulls the grin wider on his face as he pumps his finger slowly. His cock twitches at the sight of his finger pumping inside you, and his brain acts before his body does when he slides a second finger inside you.
You feel the second finger slide inside you and your back arches in response. When he feels just how wet you are, he tests the waters and adds a third, your high-pitched whine and your hands grasping the sheets all the answers he needed. His cock continues to twitch at the sight of you writhing above him, and it’s not long before he is grinding himself against the mattress helplessly, soft groans escaping his lips.
Seungcheol glances between you and Seokmin, and only feels himself getting more turned on by the minute. There was now a tiny wet spot on his boxers from the precum beginning to seep through, and they were starting to feel too tight for his liking. Seeing you all fucked out had his mind racing, and his hands were soon hurriedly pulling his underwear off his body and exposing himself to the both of you.
“D’you wanna put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, sweetheart?” Seungcheol’s gravelly voice sends shivers down your spine and you manage to open your eyes slowly and get a good look at Seungcheol, and his gorgeously toned and muscular body. Your eyes drink in every inch of him, from the way his abs contract with each breath, all the way down to his throbbing and angry cock.
It was standing tall against his lower torso, the tip red and beads of precum forming on it. Your eyes land on the large vein that travels along the side of his cock, and your tongue swipes across your lips and you open your mouth readily, and you can hear Seungcheol laughing before he’s moving closer to you and letting his tip slide past your lips.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good, fuck” Seungcheol moans out, his hand wandering from your jaw to your scalp and massaging it, before gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep you steady. Once he’s gotten adjusted to the warm, tight feeling of your mouth, he starts a steady rhythm thrusting in and out of your mouth.
With Seokmin fingering you and Seungcheol’s cock down your throat, you could feel your orgasm building up much quicker than you had hoped. You begin to writhe and move, attempting to escape their grips, but to no avail. They keep their hands on you tightly and look at each other knowingly as if they can sense your orgasm approaching.
You can feel your body beginning to tense up, your eyes are rolling back with pleasure and your moans are being garbled due to your mouth being occupied, but it only makes Seungcheol groan and thrust harder, the vibrations from your moans making his cock throb in your mouth.
Right when your orgasm is peaking and your back has begun to arch, you feel Seokmin rip his fingers from you and tears well up in your eyes, your orgasm ebbing away. You aren't left wanting for long, however, as you can feel the blunt head of Seokmin’s cock tapping teasingly against your swollen clit. Just the feeling alone had electricity coursing through your veins.
“Gonna fill you up nicely huh, sweetheart, gonna make sure you cum all over my cock,” Seokmin grits through his teeth as his cock begins to tease at your entrance, beads of precum appearing on the head. He gently presses his cock inside you, and the feeling of him filling you up sends your toes curling and your back arching. You can feel his thumbs caressing your waist as he finally fills you up to the hilt and a soft groan from him; you know he’s holding himself back.
You manage to get your mouth off Seungcheol’s cock briefly for a breather, but keep pumping him slowly with an enclosed fist. His moans alone would have you cumming, but you also had Seokmin to focus on, who had started a quick and steady pace thrusting inside you.
“I want you to make me cum, Seokmin, make me see stars,” your voice is hoarse and you aren't quite sure he heard you, but you can see his hips falter and his eyes darken before he’s casting his gaze upon your body, flushed and eyeing the sweat droplets hanging on every curve. He’s about to combust, but he wants to keep going for a little longer, he’s trying so hard and you can see that.
Seungcheol can sense you’re close to your orgasm and decides to get you there even quicker by leaning over you and letting his thumb graze your clit, and then proceeding to draw rough circles into the bundle of nerves. It happened so quickly, that you felt the orgasm wash over you and white light blinded you momentarily, and in the haze of your mind, you can hear them both groaning and praising you.
Once you come back, you can see them grinning at you, before Seokmin begins fucking himself into you harder and faster. You begin to feel overstimulated, your body jerking and whines escaping you continuously. Seungcheol has taken the liberty of thrusting his cock into your enclosed fist while simultaneously pinching at your nipples, and you can feel Seokmin beginning to twitch inside of you.
“Cum inside me,” you whisper to him, and that’s enough for him to moan and twitch even harder, his body stilling as he fills you up with a moan of your name. He shakes from the adrenaline coursing through his body, and moves to your side after a couple of moments, breathing heavily while massaging the skin of your torso gently. You can feel his lips on your neck not even a minute later, while Seungcheol moves between your thighs and puts your ankles over his shoulders, a dark grin on his features.
“My turn now, I hope you’re ready,” he murmurs, lining himself up with your leaking pussy. He teasingly rubs the head of his cock against you, relishing in your body jolting and your whines, before he finally caves and thrusts himself inside you in one go, his hands coming down to grip the bedsheets on either side of your head.
He shows no mercy over you, his thrusts are harsh and fast, and you can hear the backboard of the bed banging lightly against the wall. You just hope that whoever is on the other side is either understanding or not home. The thought is quickly diminished when you feel a pair of hands come down to cup your breasts, and then thumbs are grazing over your erect nipples.
“Such a good little slut for us, taking both our cocks so well,” Seungcheol mutters, his hips grinding into yours for a moment before he’s pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming into you with a loud grunt. You gasp out and clutch blindly at the bedsheets before you feel a hand slip into yours and squeeze. You open your eyes and see Seokmin smiling fondly at you, his hand in yours while the other teases your boob.
You weren't sure who was luckier in this situation, you or him.
Your attention was drawn away from Seokmin when Seungcheol’s hand grips your jaw and faces you forward. His stern gaze had butterflies flipping around in your stomach, and it only intensified when he kept his hand on your jaw and continued to fuck you, making you keep your eyes trained on him.
“You gonna cum in her?” Seokmin asks Seungcheol, his eyes trained on your tits bouncing in sync with the way Seungcheol was fucking you. “Of course I am,” Seungcheol replies, giving you a particularly hard thrust before shifting your legs so that they were now wrapped around his waist.
The new position meant he was fucking into you deeper, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hands moved to grip at his biceps. You knew there would be crescent marks on his skin later with the way you were holding them but you couldn’t care less, especially since your second orgasm was approaching quickly.
It hit you so quickly you couldn't even warn him it was happening, but you were sure he could figure it out with the way you were clenching around his cock and babbling nonsense. You can feel Seokmin caressing your hair and whispering soothing praise as you come down from your high, and Seungcheol is not far behind with his orgasm. You can feel the warmth between your thighs as he pulls out, his cum and Seokmin’s cum beginning to leak onto the sheets.
There are a couple of moments of silence between the three of you while you catch your breath and recover before you feel a hand sliding behind your back and pulling you up. You glance around questioningly at the two in front of you, who have those same damned smirks on their faces again as they did when you met them earlier.
“Do you wanna go for another round in the shower?”
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drunk on love - x.mh
♡ pairing: minghao x fem!reader
♡ w.c.: 1.5k
♡ genre: fluff + smut
♡ warnings: alcohol consumption, reader and hao get a little tipsy, car sex, blowjob
♡ summary: You + minghao + wine tasting = chaos and perhaps a surprise proposal, that has you craving him more than ever.
♡ a/n: hoho surprise i've come out of my writing trenches to produce this! happy (very) belated valentines @hoeforhao, it was so fun being your secret valentine! i had so many issues with reception and not being able to post this so i really hope you like it! this fic is part of @svthub valentine collaboration!
“So, where is this winery?”
“It’s somewhere about 50 minutes away from here…I haven't been to this one before, so I’m excited to see what they have in store, especially since they’ve got a cute little setup for Valentine's Day right now,” Minghao said. His eyes sparkled as he entered the address in the GPS and buckled his seatbelt. You smile at his excitement, buckling your seatbelt and preparing for the drive.
You make small talk with your boyfriend as he drives the long roads, watching as the city lights fade into the distance and are instead replaced with farm animals, houses on big blocks of land and the occasional roadside stall selling flowers, fruits and vegetables.
As you approach the winery, you sit up in your seat excitedly and let your gaze wander over the large fields of grape vines, the large ranch-style home that definitely could've passed as a mansion, and the small crowds of people gathered around wine barrels, sipping on various wines.
Minghao shares your excitement and jumps out of the car quickly after parking in a secluded area of the car park, hidden by trees, and running around to open your door like the gentleman he is. His face gleams with excitement, and he grips your hand tightly as he walks you both up to the iron-clad bars of the winery.
It didn’t take long for you and Minghao to be seated, and you quickly began testing the various wines they offered you both, as well as snacking on a small charcuterie board with cheeses and processed meats. The sweet and tangy notes danced on your tongue, and within only an hour or two, your head was beginning to feel light and your body feeling like jelly.
With the timing seeming perfect, he decides now to pull out the small, black velvet box from his jeans pocket and get off his chair onto one knee beside you. It takes you a moment to notice his appearance at your side, and that’s when the tears start flowing. He hadn't even opened his mouth to say anything yet, but you were already bending down to kiss him.
“I know you already know what I’m going to say, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Also, I know it’s cheesy to propose on Valentine's Day, but will you marry me?”
You nod and wipe your tears away, not trusting your voice to break or sound like a pre-pubescent teenager. A huge grin erupts on his face, and he quickly stands up to place the ring on your finger before kissing you on the forehead. With the proposal now completed, a waiter brings out another bottle of wine, which seems much more expensive than any of the other wines brought out for you to taste.
But what the hell, you just got engaged. Who cares how expensive it is
Minghao notices how the alcohol is beginning to affect you and opts to take you home to avoid any embarrassing stories that may be told later. He is feeling a slight buzz himself but definitely is better off than you currently are, so he chucks a couple of crisp bills on the table to cover the bill and slings an arm around your waist to get you outside.
“Y-you’re so pretty, Hao,” you stutter, your fingers tracing his features despite him attempting to walk you back to the car. He can't help but lean into your touch, your warm fingertips sending goosebumps erupting all over his skin, almost making him lose focus.
He manages to get you into the car and get your seatbelt on; all the while, you’re drunkenly slurring about how handsome he is. It makes his heart swell at the words and sight of you, eyes sparkling and cheeks flush from the alcohol, but he knows that he probably is in a similar state. He knows he’s in no condition to drive just yet, so instead, he hops into the driver's seat and blasts the air conditioner to sober himself up a little, hopefully.
What Minghao isn't expecting, however, is a hand to begin sliding up his thigh, squeezing gently in the process. He turns to look at you, confusion slipping onto his features. Your eyes are glazed over, and there’s a slight smirk presenting on your features, which in turn makes his breath catch in his throat, his heart begins to race and his cock twitches.
“Sweetheart, you’re not in your right mind now; what are you doing?” His voice quivers as you slide your hand up further on his thigh, your fingertips ghosting over his quickly hardening erection. Your smirk only grows as you feel his erection twitch and continue to harden with your subtle touches and hear his breathing get increasingly heavy.
“You know what I’m doing, just having some fun! Don’t you want this too?” There’s a slight slur in your voice from the alcohol you’ve consumed, but even with the alcohol in your body making you feel warm, you can feel your panties beginning to stick to you, and the lust overwhelms your body.
“Of course I do-”
“Then let me suck you off, Hao, please?” He groans and lets himself give in to your sultry request, his hands blindly fumbling with the zip on his jeans and hastily pulling them off his hips and halfway down his thighs, his boxers following quickly after, and his cock springing up and slapping against his shirt.
You waste no time bending over the centre console, wrapping a hand around his base, and letting your lips envelop the tip. While it’s not the most straightforward position to suck your boyfriend off in, the noises he’s making make up for all of that, and you focus solely on him. With each bob of your head, his noises get louder and louder until he’s pulling you off him and staring at you adoringly.
“I don’t want to cum in your mouth, baby; I want to cum inside of you…” his voice trails off as he pats his pockets, seemingly looking for something. His brows furrow in frustration as he continues to search but sighs when he gives up a few moments later.
“I thought I had some condoms, but I must've left them at home,” he mutters, his hand stroking your thigh soothingly. Your eyes brighten at his words before you rummage through your bag and pull out some foiled packets. Minghao laughs loudly at the realisation that you’ve brought some condoms for him, picking one up between two fingers to inspect it.
“What about strawberry or chocolate-flavoured condoms instead?” You suggest, a hint of playfulness sparkling in your eyes as Minghao picks up one of the condoms from your outstretched palm. He hurriedly slides the condom down his cock, before proceeding to shuffle awkwardly into the backseat of the car, beckoning you to follow him with a crook of his finger.
“Come sit on my cock, baby; no one's gonna see,” he smirks as you shuffle into the backseat, lifting your skirt so that he has full access to you. He licks his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt hovering above his aching cock, twitching at how warm and wet you’re going to feel around him.
You waste no time sinking onto him, his length stretching you out perfectly. A soft whine escapes you as you let yourself relax onto him, a guttural moan leaving Minghao’s lips at your warm cunt surrounding him. It takes a few moments to adjust to his size, and he grips your hips soothingly until you’re ready.
As soon as you feel comfortable, you begin raising your hips slowly and then rhythmically lowering them. The pace continues for a while, your moans mingling with Minghao’s until he finally reaches up and messily plants his lips onto yours, his tongue intertwining with your own.
“F-fuck…feels so good,” you whine out, desperately trying to catch your breath and feeling the burn between your thighs from the repetitive bouncing. Minghao grins and places a thumb on your clit, and the way you writhe in his lap and whine even louder with the added stimulation has his cock twitching again, and the pit in his stomach begins to grow warmer and warmer, as does yours.
“Gonna cum, fuck, cum with me, baby,” Minghao rasps out, the grip on your hips tightening significantly, and his hips are starting to have a mind of their own. In an attempt to get him over the line quicker, you grind your hips down and let them do most of the work to bring him over the edge with a loud groan.
Just as soon as he’s cum and is in the state of post-orgasmic bliss, you fall head first into it as well, body seizing as your body gets sent through the orgasmic waves. All you can hear is both yours and Minghao’s heavy breathing intertwining, and you can feel his fingers drawing soothing pictures onto the flesh of your back.
“Should we go back home and get cleaned up?”
“That sounds great; the car is beginning to smell like sex and sweat anyway.”
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