planetscoups

[planetscoups]

whipped!

pairing: kwon soonyoung x f!reader

synopsis: you have soonyoung wrapped around your finger. he's willing to do anything for you, always bending to your will without resistance, utterly smitten. so when you ask him for a baby(or a few), who is he to say no?

warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, degradation (slut), pet names(baby, babe, darling, love) exhibitionism kink, breeding kink, praise kink

w/c: 690

The sudden pressure on your scalp made you squeal, your head bending backward from the force of your hair being pulled. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes shutting as your walls closed around your boyfriend’s cock. He had you pinned against the bathroom wall, hopelessly stifling moans as he relentlessly drove into you from behind.

“You’re barely holding it together, darling. If you keep this up it won’t be long before they all hear how much of a slut you’re being for me.” Soonyoung whispered, plush lips grazing your ear. The sensation made you bite back a whine, trying your best not to draw any attention. As much as the thought of it thrilled your boyfriend, you weren't as keen to expose yourself audibly to your friends.

You could hear their not-so-distant voices filtering in through the door, the bump of music hardly enough to cover the lewd sounds that the two of you were making. 

“My good girl, always taking me so well.” Soonyoung praised, tightly gripping your hips. "Getting my dick all pretty and wet with your juices."

You nearly came apart at the flattery, stomach tightening.

“Fuck me harder, Soonie! I��m so close!” you moaned, walls contracting as if to drive the point home.

“Let me hear you, then,” he said, moving further inside until he bottomed out. Your eyes rolled back, almost blacking out as he ground into your sopping cunt. “Go ahead, baby. Let the world know how good it feels to come on my dick.”

When you called his name this time, the sound of it rang across the house. Coincidentally, there had been a lull between songs, so your friends definitely heard. The squelch of your pussy gushing as Soonyoung fucked you through your high was unmistakable. And there could be no doubt that the snap of his thighs repeatedly colliding with your ass fell on their ears. To his dismay, the volume of the music was soon raised in hopes of drowning all of that out.

“S-so fucking good!” you screamed, no longer caring to tone yourself down now that the music was blasting. Your knees buckled, losing footing as your body began to give out. You shook violently, and Soonyoung wrapped his arms around your waist as the second orgasm ripped through your body.

"Ah shit, baby," he groaned, leisurely stroking while you lost yourself in his arms. He felt his own climax approaching, and you seemed to have also sensed it, your head whipping around as you pleadingly looked up at him.

“Soonie… Come inside me...” you drawled, half in a daze. He froze at your words, suddenly pulling out with a soft pop. You weren’t on birth control, so he was always extra careful to do the opposite of that.

“Damn, baby. You trying to get pregnant?” he asked you, partly afraid that you’d change your mind. Still, he had to be certain. He tried not to get his hopes up, as if it wasn't his dream to start a family with you. If you were ready, he was willing. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed, turning to face him. You propped your arms on his shoulders, giving him a light kiss. “Knock me up, please.”

“D'ya mean it, like for real?!” He asked, his face lighting up. "You're sure about this?!"

“Yes, Soonyoung, I mean it! I want you to put a baby in me!"

“Okay love, if that’s what you want…”

He was determined to give it to you. Who could blame him? The man was whipped, willing to do anything for you. He lifted you up onto the sink, lining himself at your entrance. Slowly, he sank back into your wetness, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. 

“Gonna pump this belly full of my seed. How many do you want, twins? triplets? Quadruplets? Quintuplets?” He posed, every incremental number emphasized by an enthusiastic thrust.

“I don't know, how many would you like, Soonie? I'll bear them all for you, just want to have your babies.”

“Yeah?" He asked, feverishly slamming into your pussy, his head resting on your neck. "Shit, babe, you’ve got it.”

[planetscoups]

working on it

pairing: lee seokmin x f!reader

synopsis: You were such a damned tease, and you knew it. You loved the attention your clothes(or lack thereof) received when you were in public. All the eyes on you made you feel powerful, knowing you could have any man you wanted(and you often did). You were so focused on how good it felt tempting men, you failed to realize just how much you were tempting fate. Tonight would be the night he made his move. He’s been working on getting you alone for a while now. Working on turning you into his needy little fuck-toy.

warnings: mature, explicit sexual content, non-consensual/r**e, dr*gging, somnophilia, (slight n*crophilia??? depends on how you read it), unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, daddy kink, misogyny, creampie, breeding kink

w/c: 2.4k

The latest viral Tik Tok song was blasting through the living room when you entered the house, squeezing past bodies as they bobbed and swayed to the beat. It wasn’t your taste, but it was catchy enough for you to tolerate. You fixed your cleavage as you moved closer to the drink station, a habit you’d developed from the years of having it exposed so frequently. You were wearing the shortest dress you could find at the mall yesterday, matching heels tied around your ankles. The dress tightly hugged your figure, leaving little to the imagination. Not only did you have a nice rack, your plump ass deliciously poked out of the bottom of the piece, threatening to pop out at any moment. You could feel the eyes on your back as you made your first drink of the night. Giggles from groups of drunk girls and shutters from shameless guy’s cellphones were heard as you leaned over the table, using a ladle to fill your cup with the host’s fruity concoction. 

There was a sudden outburst as the chorus of the song hit, people getting hyped for the only part they could sing along to. You shuffled to an empty spot on the wall, leaning back against it. You slowly sipped on your drink, making sure not to spill it on yourself. You grimaced, holding back the urge to retch. Of course, it was way more alcohol than juice as you’d anticipated. You weren’t the heaviest drinker, not ever able to fully get over the taste. You tapped the side of the cup as you gathered up the strength for a second swig. There was a buzz on your hip, and you glanced down at the source. The mini clutch on your shoulder was only big enough for essentials: lip gloss, a cellphone, baby wipes, a clip of bills, and two condoms(in case one broke). You quickly downed more of the beverage, slipping your phone from your pocket and checking the notifications. There was a message from your friend, Seokmin. “Hi!” it read, paired with a waving emoji. He always sent that when he spotted you in public. A little quirk of his that you found endearing.

“Too strong?” You heard the familiar voice ask. You managed to keep it down, eyes rolling up to meet his. He was holding a cup of his own, though it looked like he hadn’t started on it.

“Oh buddy, you’ve got no idea.”

“Maybe a bit. It’s never been my cup of tea either. My cup of liquor, if you will.” He said, placing his hand over his chest. You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh. You hated how badly you wanted to, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Once he landed a joke, it was hard to make him stop. You shot him a meager smile, lips wavering as you held back a snicker, which was good enough for him. “So, who’s the get-up for tonight?” 

He slid in next to you, excusing himself as he moved between you and some girl who was choosing which picture to add to her Instagram story.

“It’s for me, as usual. Have you ever done anything for your own enjoyment?” You asked teasingly, poking him in the side. The contact was minimal but somehow felt taboo. For some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you before tonight just how attractive your friend was. Maybe it was because this was a rare time when he’d actually put effort into his appearance. His hair was gelled back in a quiff-like fashion, exposing his forehead. His outfit was simple but it worked: a white tee was tucked into denim Levi’s, held in place by a black belt. His shoulders hosted a leather jacket(you didn’t even know he owned one), and he wore a pair of black leather boots to bring it together. You could smell the cologne wafting off of him, mentally noting to tell him he’d used too much. Who did he think he was, James Dean?

“Depends on what it is.” He said, so low that you barely heard it. There was an unfamiliar thickness in his tone. It scared you a bit. It also excited you. 

“Yeah? Like what?” You weren’t trying to be flirtatious, genuinely interested in the answer. But the way you looked up at him when you said it, head cocked to the side in curiosity, was starting to get to him. It was like you were challenging him, daring him to say what he’d been dying to. Your pupils were beginning to dilate, whether or not it was from the alcohol, he couldn’t tell. It was definitely kicking in though, he noticed. You were a handsy drunk, absentmindedly rubbing his arm as you waited for him to speak. But how could he? He was already struggling to even look at you and now you were touching him? It was like you knew exactly how the nerves in his body were wired, every sensation sending signals straight to his dick. You were so close, he could lean in and just… But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He wasn’t going to blow this opportunity. He gulped, taking a moment to compose himself. 

“Well, I like to watch movies, and uh, I sing sometimes…” He rambled on, talking a lot without saying much of anything. But you didn’t mind, you liked the sound of his voice. Him prattling in your ear paired with the alcohol was making your brain go all fuzzy. You felt light as you took another sip; like you could jump and float up to the moon. Luckily you used him as an anchor, otherwise, you were sure you’d drift away. 

“How’s the drink coming along?” You were pulled out of your reverie, biting your lip as you concentrated on processing his words. 

“It’s gone. I drank it all.” You slurred, shaking the empty container. You showed him the contents, right before you hiccupped. “Hm, excuse me!” 

“Do you want mine? I don’t think I’m going to indulge tonight.” You smiled warmly as he offered the cup to you, happy at the convenience. Gratefully accepting the second cup, you slipped it over the one you were already holding. You greedily swallowed the liquid, no longer concerned about the flavor. This one was sweeter than the last, though.

“What’d you put in this? It’s delicious!” You asked suddenly, alerting Seokmin. If he hadn’t thought ahead, this question would’ve tripped him up. But he’d planned for even this. 

“Just some Kool-Aid mix, you know the kind that you add to water bottles?” You nodded in acknowledgment, satisfied with the information. He carefully watched you top it off, licking his lips. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, lifting himself off of the wall. He turned to you, holding out his hand. 

“Where would we go?” You muttered, hesitant. Any other night, you’d follow him anywhere in this state. But there was a nagging feeling in your gut. He seemed different, not like himself. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him, or why you were so afraid to find out. He grabbed your wrist, forcibly pulling you closer to him. 

“Don’t you want to come back to my place?” He whispered, words echoing in your head. They seemed far away, like you were deep in a cave and he was shouting them from the entrance.

“I… I just want to go ho-.” Before you could complete your statement, you were hit by a wave of fatigue. You gripped his biceps, losing strength in your legs. Your eyelids blinked rapidly, feeling heavier by the second. 

“It’s okay, I got you.” He said, pulling your weight on him. You could feel yourself being led outside, the throb of the music and the mass of voices working to lull you further. Your eyes refused to open, laden with some unknown force. This wasn’t like you. You might’ve been a light drinker by choice, but you could definitely hold your liquor. 

“Why is everything so heavy?” You wondered aloud. The sound of the party growing fainter as you were dragged to Seokmin’s car. 

“It must be everything you drank. You just need to rest.” He said matter-of-factly, placing you into the passenger seat before buckling you in.

No! You thought. You would’ve yelled it if you could, but your tongue also grew tired. Two cups! You protested in your mind. I only had two cups! 

The last thing you recalled was the sound of his car cranking up, the roar of the engine putting you out.

…

You woke to the feeling of him moving inside of you. He carelessly pumped his cock into your pussy, using you, violating you. The sensitivity of your swollen vagina made the feeling almost unbearable. Your gasp was muffled by his palm, held firmly over your mouth. How long had he been at this?

“Oh, is sleeping beauty finally awake? I was just about to cum in you for the fifth time. Not that I’m counting.” He said, thrusts becoming rougher. Now that you were conscious, he was really letting loose. His bed squeaked in protest as he fucked you into it.

You still couldn’t open your eyes, but you knew where you were. You’d been here enough times to recognize your friends’ bedroom. You remembered how it always smelled like citrus due to his habit of eating tangerines and leaving the peels everywhere. Now it was mixed with the smell of your sex, an offensive blend that turned your stomach. You remembered the way the blankets felt on your skin, as you’d been tucked under them plenty of nights. Never for this purpose, though. Now you lay naked underneath him, still as a cadaver while he rocked steadily on top of you. Your nipples were raw from being abused, and you let out a pitiful whine whenever he rubbed against them.

Everything within you told you to fight. To punch, to slap, to kick, to bite. But you couldn’t, you were unable to move. You squirmed pathetically underneath him, making him laugh. 

“What’s the rush, princess? We’ve got all night.”

He brought his hand between the two of you, rubbing circles into your clit. What was wrong with you? You wanted to hurt him, to make him bleed. Instead, you let out a moan, your body responding to the stimulation. God, the things he had done to you, that he was doing to you, you wanted to hate it, but it was starting to feel really, really good.

“Don’t stop!” You cried out, head shooting back against the pillow beneath you. Your eyes flew open, lust apparent in them as they met his. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me, please.”

“Just as I thought, y/n!” He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. His lips came down hard on yours. The kiss was hungry, primal. “So dirty for me, so filthy!” 

He bottomed out in you, making your back arch in pleasure. You both were close, he knew it. He kicked into overdrive, leaning close to your ear.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to use you like the cock sleeve you are, huh?” Your eyes were rolling back, skin heating up at his disrespectful words. It was uncanny, how a man so sweet could utter such vulgar things. But the dichotomy made it that much hotter for you. Besides, he was right. You were a cock sleeve, and you weren’t ashamed of it. 

“Yesss.” You purred, chasing your bliss, trembling at the tightness in your core.

“Needed me to show you how sluts are treated. ‘Cause good girls don’t dress like that, only dumb worthless sluts do. That’s all you are, all you’ll ever be, got it?”

“Yes, daddy...” You moaned out. You weren’t sure why, it just felt right. He paused, propping himself up on his hands. His face was alight with the most wicked grin.

“So, you want me to be your daddy?” The amusement in his voice would’ve irked you had he not just been fucking you into oblivion. 

You nodded enthusiastically, a pout forming on your face. Your lashes fluttered, giving the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. 

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a pout to make me yours, baby. I need you to work for it. Be a good little whore for me.” And just like that, he had you. Hook line, and sinker.

“I’ll do it, daddy! I’ll be the best whore for you, I’ll do whatever you want!” You pleaded.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He huffed, nearing the end himself. He slammed his hips into yours, giving your clit a final flick. “Now, cum for me.”

And you did. You would’ve done it either way, but it hit harder knowing you were doing it for him. Sparks blotted your vision as the pleasure rolled through you, your legs spasming as your pussy convulsed around him. His name left your mouth like a mantra, praising and cursing him alike. His orgasm followed shortly after, fresh spunk coating your insides, blending with the previous loads. You moaned as he filled you once again, giving shallow strokes as you milked him dry. He collapsed on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, y/n, I can’t get enough of you.” He rolled over beside you once he’d recovered, supporting himself on his elbow. Gazing at your figure, he reached his hand over your stomach, rubbing it in wide circles.

“Gonna blow this belly up, pump you full of my babies.” He said, kissing your temple as if he’d done it a thousand times. “Would you like that, y/n? Want to be my breeding sow?”

“Of course, daddy!” You happily obliged. At that moment, there was nothing you wanted more. Well, maybe one thing.

“You didn’t have to drug me, you know.” You sighed, rolling your eyes to look at him. You still couldn’t control most of your body, which annoyed you. “If you wanted me, you could’ve just asked.”

“But, y/n…” He looked at you in that playful way of his. The way he looked before he told what he believed to be an absolute banger of a joke. You braced yourself for the inevitable punchline. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” He spat, barely containing his laughter long enough to get it out. Like an idiot, you joined in, 'cause how could you not? Like most times, you’d stupidly laugh along with him, more from his reaction than the joke itself.