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NSFW MDNI!!

kinkmas day ten! threesome, drunk sex

keeho x reader x jiung

warnings: dom!keeho, dom!jiung, double penetration (vaginal and anal) praise, degradation, non idol/college au (keeho is referrred to as stephen since its non idol), they’re frat boys 🤕 reader is referred to with they/them pronouns + has female anatomy, this might be dubcon? bc theyve all drank but they all do enjoy and want it BUT DONT DO THIS IRL YALL pls be safe

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you groan after the stranger across from you throws their ball into your last red solo cup, accepting defeat and taking another shot. your cup pong partner exchanging a goodbye with you when you declare you’re done for the night.

you push past the crowd of people to stumble into the frat houses’ kitchen, finally getting some water to try and hydrate yourself.

“hey!” a voice calls from the side of you, you turn and notice two boys approaching. you vaguely remember seeing them throughout the few years, never really talking to them much besides for a few parties here and there and such activities.

you smile at the duo, “hi.”

“sorry, random question, we were wondering if you wanted to dance with us?” the blonde says, jiung is his name if you remember correctly.

you furrow your eyebrows. “both of you, wanna dance with me? at the same time? like you’ll share?”

they nod, and the dark hair boy speaks up. “only if you’re okay with that.” you’re pretty sure that’s stephen.

you hesitate for a moment, then fuck it, “sure!”. it’s the last year of college for you so why the fuck not. live your life!

you set your glass down when jiung grabs your arm and starts pulling you to where the music is loud, stephen following behind you, a gentle hand on your back. once you enter the makeshift dance floor, you let them guide you on how to dance.

stephens’ hands softly grab your waist, and jiungs’ are just above his. you having your arms around the blondies’ shoulders. you let go of your worries and the alcohol flows through your system, you feel warm and tingly, and are feeling brave as you start to push your ass back onto the dark haired boy behind you. a soft groan escapes his lips and you smirk to yourself.

you notice how jiung looks at the boy behind you and nods at him.

“wanna take this to my room?” jiung asks you.

you quickly nod, “please.”

the route to his room upstairs is a blur, again with their hands on you to help guide, this time their touches feeling hotter. finally entering his room, they lead you to sit on the bed.

stephens’ hand rubs your arm, while jiungs’ rests on your thigh. the attention making you feel small and squeeze your legs shut.

“are you gonna let us fuck you, baby?” stephen asks.

“yes,” you don’t even need to think twice. “fuck me, want both of you.”

the duo immediately strip off their bottoms, while you go to take off your dress until jiung stops you. “can we fuck you in your dress, doll? you look so hot in it.” he eyes you up and down as he caresses your sides.

“have you tried anal before, angel?” stephen questions, his hand under your chin.

you shake your head, mumbling a soft ‘no’.

“how about you suck jiung off while i prep you for it, hm?”

“okay,” you’re a bit nervous for a first time experience, but you trust him. you look to the blonde who has sat back against the bedframe, legs spread with his hardening dick in his hand.

you crawl towards jiung and situate yourself to face down, ass up position. you take your own hand and wrap it around his dick, spitting on it so it’s not too dry. once you start slowly pumping him, you feel a long wet strip against your pussy and to your hole, a foreign but good sensation. you whine and wrap your lips around his length, trying to not be so vocal just yet.

your tight dress gets pushed up, fully exposing your bottom half. you hear a bottle cap opening behind you and suddenly a cool liquid falling onto your ass. long fingers rubbing against it to coat it in the lube.

one finger starts to prod at your tight hole, your legs nearly shaking from anticipation. once it finally starts to slide in, you whimper around jiungs’ dick and start to remove yourself from him until his hands reach in your hair and grab, pushing you back down onto him. you moan and nearly choke on him. jiung groans in response, “taking us so well, doll.”

stephen then starts to slip in his second finger, you consistently moaning around jiungs’ cock. the stretch giving you a mix of emotions, both pleasure and pain. one hand having to grip the sheets, the other trying not to squeeze the life out of the boy.

the man behind you removes his fingers while you whimper, and jiung gently pulls you off him. “you gonna let us fuck you at the same time, angel?” he says.

you nod, “god yes, fuck. okay.” you feel drunk off them and the liquor.

stephen lays back next to his friend, patting his bare lap, his dick laying against his stomach after putting a condom on. “come sit here, baby. lemme stretch you out some more.”

you do as told, situating yourself on top of him. facing the blonde as he starts to roll on a condom, too, then he slowly massages your thighs. stephens’ hand grabs your waist to help guide you onto his cock. you feel him poke at your back hole, slowly pushing through as you start to softly moan from the feeling. it becomes a bit too much for you as stephen is so big so you begin to whine and grab at jiung. he continuously kisses your chest and rubs your sides to calm you down.

stephen speaks up, “almost filled up, doll. you’re doing so good.” he squeezes your waist for reassurance. you completely sit back onto him and whine. being completely full of the guy behind you. he places a few kisses on your back. “wrap around me so well.” he lets you stay still to let you adjust to his size.

“ready for me, babe?” jiung asks and you nod. he comes closer and lines up with your wet pussy. sliding in, you both hum from the feeling. you clench, being full in one spot and getting filled in another was breathtaking. “you suck me right in, fuck.”

once bottomed out, he asks, “you good or do you need a minute?”

“just fuck me now, please.” you make puppy eyes at him, tears ready to fall because you need friction and a release now.

they both slowly start to fuck into you, getting completely filled up and then emptied on repeat made you breathless. “oh, my god, feels so fucking good, guys.” you cry out.

jiung hums, “you like two guys fucking you, hm? letting us claim your holes as ours?”

“our perfect doll,” stephen grunts. “fuckin’ love your ass.” he bites at your shoulder.

“shit,” you play with your clit until jiung does it for you. “so close, keep going.” you pant.

when they pick up the pace, they become more vocal, feeling their hot breaths and having their moans right in your ears.

“such a dirty little slut for us, taking two cocks at the same time. maybe we should always use them like this?” the dark haired boy says to jiung.

nodding, “they were made for us. perfect doll.”

the way they talk about you makes you snap, creaming around jiung and clenching uncontrollably, sending the duo to their own orgasms. the three of you sit there to regain your breathing until you hear the sound of the party getting louder downstairs.

“i think we missed the ball drop.”

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I was just doing my thing and thought about how in every smut I read it’s always johnkun who has breeding kink and it made me think about double penetrated by these two 😵‍💫

YES PLEASE

honestly the most versatile of doms. Like I wanna say kun is soft and Johnny is hard, but it could be vice versa! They both could be hard! They both could be soft! So I’m gonna be like,, yanno what, a nice medium.

They spend at least an hour on foreplay, which tbh is a normal for them. If you are not sobbing on their fingers before there’s even a cock in you, you aren’t ready. Only after you’re covered in hickies and begging for more does one of the boys slip in. And fuck man what did you get yourself into they’re both so big you need to use so much lube (regardless of where it is being put).

For a few minutes you stay like that, Johnny (let’s say it was Johnny) thrusting into you very lightly, pulling small noises from you. While you’re relaxed and already feeling light bliss, you get prepped some more. Kun’s long fingers slip in one by one with each nod of your head to go on until once more you are sobbing and begging Johnny to do something as he just giggles at your pleading. Kun waits for Johnny’s go ahead, knowing he can tell if you’re actually relaxed much more. And when he finally slides in, it’s heaven.

They take some extra time to stay still and Johnny grabs a little water bottle to give you some as you catch your breath. Then, it’s almost teasing the way neither of them move, saying they need to make sure. And it is teasing by the time you yourself are trying to move on them.

They finally fuck into you and it’s like they’re on the same wavelength with how they get to a quick rhythm. Praises are pressed into your skin along side burning marks from finger tips and teeth. One of the boys is getting their back scratched. The focus is all on you.

When you cum they snap as well. They’re both ready to pull out, but you’re clinging to them and begging for it to be in you. And hey, y’all did discuss it. You’re being overstimulated and they’re joking about how bad you want to be filled, even with their cum. Maybe they should get someone to fill your mouth too.

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Keep Her Satisfied for the Weekend pt 1

Johnny x BLACK reader x Yuta

Genre:

Exes to lovers, fuck buddies to lovers, messy ass shit.

Summary:

Yuta and you are fuck buddies but what he doesn't know is that you're still fucking your ex boyfriend Johnny.

Warnings:

Johnny and Y/n are getting frisky in the closet

This is NOT edited. I hope you guys love this and have fun!

Johnny came into the house as people were gathered around, in and out your house. He has only one mission and that was to find you. For the past two weeks you were avoiding him. You were seeing each other- or fucking for two months now. He wants more than this he wants to be in a relationship with you again.  There was one problem: Yuta Nakamoto. After you and Johnny broke up 8 months ago you had started sleeping with Yuta. Johnny knew Yuta wasn't into commitment so he advised you not to deal with him. As a result you ended back in Johnny's bed one night. When Yuta came back around you were sleeping with both of them and Johnny knew it. The only one in the dark was Yuta. When Johnny admitted that he still loves you, he didn't expect you to tell him that Yuta also confessed.  Since then you were avoiding him, so now here he was at your birthday party to talk to you.

Johnny goes to the kitchen first to get a drink. He was a little nervous, he doesn't know how you'd react to seeing him. Since he crashed your party and he doubt you'd want people to know you were still talking. The last anyone heard about you two after the breakup you and Johnny weren't in contact.

Johnny scans the room looking for you when he spots you he sees you outside laughing. The glass doors gave him a perfect view as you were all dressed up. You were wearing a royal blue dress, a dress he bought you while you were together. He was going to go outside until he saw Yuta coming from behind you wrapping his arms around you. Johnny watches as you turn around and giggle. It made Johnny feel jealous.  He glares at you and Yuta together, long enough for you to notice his presence. When you do Johnny sees you coming to him calmly walking over.

"What are you doing here Johnny?"

"You've been ignoring me so I came to see you" Johnny takes a look at his cup before downing whatever was in it. You look around making sure Yuta wasn't in view.

"Listen if this is about your confession but I more time-

"Listen I get it, I just never thought you'd choose Yuta over me? Unless he doesn't know does he?" His words caught you off guard and he wasn't done.

"He doesn't know how you came to me after he left does he?"

"Johnny-

"He doesn't know that I still fuck you does he?" You had enough there were too many people here and more importantly Yuta was somewhere around here so you drag Johnny away. You pull him into an empty closet upstairs. When you close the door you his hands touch your face. It was too dark to see but he touched your cheeks perfectly fine.

"He doesn't know you Like I do Y/n" your heart starts pounding but you move to turn on the light when you see his face you couldn't help but to lean in closer. His hands still on your face as Johnny pulls you closer closing the gap between your lips. You kiss back as if it was second nature to do so. You both don't stop as his hands wander your body, going downwards while you run your hands through his hair pulling him deeper into the kiss. Both your breathing getting heavy Johnny pushing you against the door. Johnny gets to your thighs he tries to pick you up but you snap back into focus. You let out a moan as you push away.

"Johnny we shouldn't" you say as Johnny place kisses along your neck he wasn't stopping until you push him off.

"Why because of Yuta? You want him in your bed that bad baby?"

"I- " "shhh baby how about I warm your bed for him hmm?" His body pushing against yours, he was almost hard.

"Fuck" you let out, pushing your body against his. Getting turned on by his words alone. His hands were touching you, sure, but his voice was a more significant turn on.

"That's right baby, I'm gonna fuck you so good tonight" his kiss was needy as his hands instantly touching your breasts, his hands cupping your ass, and him sliding his tongue inside your mouth. The two of you make out in the small closet, the kiss getting rougher and the room getting hotter. Johnny groans into the kiss as both of your hands run up and down his body. His hands slide up your dress, pushing your panties to the side. The pads of his fingers rubbed your slit teasing you.

"You're so wet baby...is it for me?" He whispers pushing his fingers inside you making you moan. His fingers were thick, as  push into you but he stopped making you whine. It wasn't until you heard a bang from the door. The two of you pull away to breathe for air, and your mind comes back to your senses.

"Look at us, Y/n. I can't stay away from you," Johnny admits, bringing your face close and caressing your cheek. "I know you miss me too." You had no answer. You knew this would happen. The moment you fell back into his arms, you couldn't stay away.

"I do...but Yuta-

"Do you still love me?" He caresses your face, cupping your cheek with one hand and the other on your lips.

"I-I don't know, Johnny," you let out the breath you were holding in.

"Do you love him?" He looked into your eyes, waiting for a response. You looked him in the eyes, thinking about your feelings.

"I don't know," you answer. Johnny nods

understanding that things are complicated.

As much as he wanted to get back together you still haven't sorted out your feelings for either man.

Johnny stayed at the party he was chilling off to the side, drinking to what had to be his 3rd drink of the night. He was frustrated with the conversation you both had. Those three words plaguing his mind along with Yuta. What made him so special? Why waste time on Yuta? Jealousy wasn't good to have, but it sure made Johnny become bold. So bold that he walked up to Yuta overhearing the conversation.

"Honestly, I don't know how he was invited" the guy next to Yuta says as he doesn't see Johnny come up to him.

"Yeah, Y/n doesn't talk to Johnny anymore, so I don't get why he's here"

"Dude I think he's still hung up on her"

"Probably still is and  it's really fucking pathetic"

"Hey, at least I'm not getting your sloppy seconds, Nakamoto," Johnny sneers as Yuta bursts out laughing. Johnny glares at him, trying to figure out what is funny. 

"Sloppy? Oh, Y/n could never although her head game was sloppy but don't worry daddy trained her right" Yuta smirked triumphantly crossing his arm as he looked at you from across the room. You were having fun with Monica, the two of you doing your own thing. Johnny pays attention to the direction of his gaze on you. 

"Daddy? That's crazy. She called me daddy last week, " Johnny announced as Yuta looked at him in disgust. There was no way in hell you were fucking him. Not when he got back from Japan almost three weeks ago. 

"Don't be ridiculous. Y/n wouldn't go back to you. She's too good for you. " This time, Johnny laughs, rolling his eyes. To him, Yuta was a fool. You belonged to Johnny. You were his girl and always will be. It's only natural you'd come back to him. It took you crying on his doorstep. He immediately knew you told Yuta how you felt. Him knowing Yuta, Johnny knew he ghosted you. Sure, he was a rebound, but it wasn't like Yuta wasn't one either. Karma. What Johnny called it. 

"Oh, but she did. See, while you left her alone for two months, I made sure to keep your side of the bed nice and warm." Yuta then starts thinking about it. He knew something was off for the past two weeks. You had a new hairstyle, before it was different color wigs, with different curls and sometimes it was straight. Now here you are with your natural hair, though it was relaxed with a bit of a curl. That Sunday morning, he came to your doorstep, and your hair was in these beautiful curly waves. You were even more beautiful than you were before. He noticed how your scent changed. You changed your perfume. From a sweet floral summer smell to a husky amber sticky amber. That fall stickiness lingers on your skin. Even your mannerisms were different. Your posture went from slouched to straight.  You were more laid back than this proper posh princess.  Your walk was slow and graceful for a confident stride. But that didn't mean you'd go back to Johnny. This was just not a very funny way to get under his skin. Just to irritate him. So far, it was working, just the thought of you going back to HIM of all people. 

"You fucked up and you know it Yuta. Instead of running from your feelings, you should've made it official. Now that ring I've been keeping is going right on her hand" with those words Johnny parted ways with the now-furious Yuta. His eyes are locked on you in an uncomfortable possession. Only the feeling of fear licking up his spine gave way to the clarity of your features. As he made decisive strides towards you.

"We need to talk," his voice stern and demanding you smirk as it was the tone you liked. Especially when he's turned on, you knew he'd love the dress you bought. 

"Okay, just give me-

"Now." With that, Yuta takes you upstairs as Johnny watches the two of you smirking. You caught his facial expression but didn't think of it. This sinking feeling in your stomach as to what Yuta was going to say. Yuta takes you to your room and locks the door behind you. Immediately, you wrap your arms around him, trying to kiss him, but Yuta grabs you by the waist, pulling you away. 

"What's wrong?" You ask as Yuta looks you in the eye. As he paces, he tries to get out whatever words he had to say.

"Is it true?" He snaps, looking at you.

"What?" 

"Are you fucking Johnny?" Yuta asks as your face drops. 

"How did you-

"I want to hear you say it," he snaps at you. The look he gave you, he was holding something back. 

"Yes-

"Yes, what?!" He yells, slamming his hand on the wall, making you jump in fear.

"I've been fucking Johnny okay!" You yell back, and Yuta looks at you. His expression softens as he tries to calm down. 

"When?" He already knew the answers he wanted, but he wanted to hear you say it. You felt sick like you had eaten something rotten. Your stomach swirls as Yuta asks these questions as if you are being interrogated. 

"When did you start it?"Yuta takes a deep breath, asking more loaded questions. 

"Yuta, can we please mot-

"Don't avoid me dammit! Tell me the truth!" His words break as his eyes tear up, his voice sounding like a crackling glass. Ready to cut you as you did the same to him. 

"Five months ago!" You scream out as tears fall from your eyes. Yuta steps away from you, taking deep breaths and holding back his tears. 

"When I went to Japan?" He asked as you looked up at him.

"I-

"Was it before or after?"

"The night you left," you blurted out. 

"Unbelievable." he shakes his head as you look at him, feeling sad and a little angry.  He had no right to be upset.  

"Well, what was I supposed to do, Yuta?!" You fired back at him, and this time, he looked at you shocked. As if he was the one hiding and sneaking around with an ex-girlfriend. 

"Oh, I don't know, maybe not sleep with another guy every time you get your heart broken"

"But you can fuck other girls while fucking me right?"

"DON'T you fucking dare! You know I wasn't fucking anyone before or after I left!"

"You sure made it obvious to me!"

"We- we weren't together, Y/n!"

"We're not together now! So why do you care about it, Yuta?!" 

"You know why!" Yuta turns to you as tears fall from his face, and tears fall to yours. Your head was spinning, and your stomach felt in knots. 

"Because you love me? Oh please Yuta we're still fucking in secret nothing special about it" with those words Yuta felt a deep cut on his chest. Your words cut like a knife craving out his heart. 

"I told you that I loved you that night I came back...I thought- I thought we-

"And before that, you told me you didn't. You broke my heart, and so I went back to Johnny. You thought I was going to wait for you?" 

"Yeah, I did, but I played myself, huh?" 

"Yuta-

"Do you still love me?" He asks, looking at you, hoping no yearning for you to say yes. He could move on from this IF you said that you love him. 

"I-I don't know anymore." There was a pause of silence between the two of you. The tension in the air makes you feel hot and sticky, not in a good way either. You needed to get out of the room. You go to the door, unlock it, and Yuta stops you. 

"Why?" He asks, making you stop, and you turn to look at him once more. 

"Y-Yuta I-

"Just answer me this... Do you still love Johnny?" He asks as jealousy and heartbreak fill him. A part of him didn't wanna know, but he had to. You, on the other hand, refused to answer as you opened the door and rushed to your bathroom. You go in and close the door, slumping against it. You looked like a mess. Your makeup was running. You then look on the shelf above and make up wipes. You weren't going back down with your makeup on, so you decided to take it off. It wasn't until you heard the music cut off and yelling coming from downstairs that you decided to investigate. You go downstairs and see a huge crowd disbursing before you could ask what happened you got to the center of it.

 You stood there shocked watching Yuta swing on Johnny.  It was sudden and out of nowhere as Johnny stumbled back. He didn't expect that punch either. Johnny felt the tingling sensation on his lips as he looked at Yuta and wasted no time. Johnny grabs Yuta back by the shirt, Yuta then turns around. however, however, he gets no time for defense as Johnny punches him in the jaw and then pushes Yuta down.  He then gets on top of Yuta and hits him more. Yuta struggles to take his punches until he manages to pull Johnny to the side, gaining the upper hand. Yuta hits Johnny in the face one after the other, busting Johnny's lip and bruising his face. The two got out of hand as they continued Rolling around. Yuta pulled Johnny up onto his feet again. 

"Hit me back," yuta pushes Johnny as Johnny stumbles back. His appearance was disheveled, and his face was bloodied and bruised. 

"Come on! Hit me back!" Yuta yells, pushing him again. Johnny trips on his feet, but Yuta grabs him by his shirt, making him stand on his feet. Yuta moves back, planning his next move by kicking Johnny into the table with your birthday cake on it. The two wrestled, covering themselves in your cake. It wasn't until Monica sprayed a water gun at them that they turned themselves onto her. However, their attention was on you. Your face looked at them in disgust. Your eyes looked hurt and enraged by the two men. This was a night to celebrate your graduation. The two of them realized they ruined it. You were fuming at this point as everyone was yelling at the both of them. So you left out feeling embarrassed as you walked outside in the cold night. 

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Keeho x reader

☆~"Cutie"~☆

☆pairing::dom!keeho x sub!fem!reader

☆warnings::smut

☆genre::shower sex, fingering, oral

A/N:: It's 1am and I'm just starting this 😍

That's a quote from me from like 3 weeks ago when I started this 🤠I've been working on this fanfic for wayyyyyy too long bro 💀

Keeho loves experimenting with your body. He loves to just feel up every inch of your body with his hands, tongue, lips, even a vibrator just to see what makes you cum the most. Though he has found many of your turn ons he's also found a lot of your personal dislikes. Very specific taste he must admit.

But today was a new day and a new moment for Keeho to give you some attention had arrived.

You laid in bed scrolling through your phone while your boyfriend was in the shower. You heard him turn off the water from next door and assumed that he was now drying off, soon coming to see you again. The door to your room opened and there was keeho, shirtless with a towel around his neck and wet hair. You soaked in the sight before he moved to get some clothes on.

He threw on a black hoodie and kept his shorts on. You watched him closely from the corner of your eye when suddenly he approached you. He crawled up on the bed in front of your legs and looked up at you. You gave him a questioning look. "What?" You said as you set your phone down.

"Oh nothing," he hummed with a light smile. You gave him another confused look before he got up and went to his desk. You let him be and decided to play some games on your phone. About 30 minutes passed when he suddenly took off his headphones and turned to you. "Wanna try something?"

You looked at him confused "try what exactly?" He didn't reply but instead stood up and looked as though he was waiting for you to stand up with him. You stood up and he grabbed your hand as he led you to the bathroom.

He stopped in front of you and let go of your hand. You looked at him confused before he pulled off his sweater. "W-what are you doing?" You said as you took a step back. He then approached you. He shut the door before pinning you against it, his left hand on the light switch, the other at your arm. Keeho leaned in and his lips grazed over yours.

"Trying something new~" he replied before he kissed your lips and he slowly dimmed the lights down. Your hands roamed around his tan, toned skin as his lips lapped at yours. Light, muffled groans escaping both of your throats. The lights just bright enough to glow up Keeho's face as you took a moment to breathe and appreciate his beauty.

While you were admiring him he bent down and took of his shorts too. You tried not stare at him too much but your nasty little mind couldn't help it. He then encouraged you to undress too, which you did but when you took off your shirt Keeho came closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your torso and found the clip of your bra.

"Keeho what are you doing?" You said with your hands in the air as you held your shirt.

"Trying to get this stupid bra off of you." He said angrily as he messily unbuckled it.

"Sexy yet still funny," you smiled before he went to go take your shorts off.

"Y-You know I can do this myself, right?" You laughed awkwardly as he did the simplest task for you.

"Yeah but it's more fun like this and I know it turns you on when I do it," he smirked. Damn he really does know his shit about you. You refused to reply and instead you just looked away with pink cheeks. He then stayed squatted down to the floor as you took your legs out of your shorts and undies. Keeho looked up at you with complete lustful admiration, his eyes just begging to break you with pleasure. He then gently grabbed your hips and placed his soft lips on your already soaking clit.

Sparks sent up your body at the simple touch of his tongue against your sensitivity. You bit your lip harshly as he skillfully pleased your core, just waiting for you to cum on his face. You tried to hold your legs open for him to easily access you but you couldn't keep yourself together. Your legs just drawn to each other like magnets as his tongue swirled slowly around your entrance and clit.

He suddenly stopped before getting up, making you frustrated. "Wanna get in the shower now?" He said with a slight seductive tone and a quick smirk. You nodded and with that you both got in the shower. Keeho turned on the water before kissing you with all the tongue he had in him.

Lewd sounds echoed throughout the bathroom as your tongues collided simultaneously. The small space forcing your nude bodies closer to each other. "I want you so bad," you croaked out between heated kisses.

"I'm right here baby," Keeho said in his deep raspy voice as he looked at you with admiration. His face only centimeters from yours. You started mindlessly grinding against his leg in hopes of some relief but the water soaked up most of the pleasure. There was no friction it was like you were just sliding around on his wet leg.

You then started begging for his fingers and he caved in, but he couldn't follow your command without a little teasing. He played with your clit for a while to quote on quote "warm you up to his touch" yet you had already been all up on him for the past 20 minutes at least. His fingers then slid down your folds before satisfyingly entering you fully. His touch had you seeing stars and feeling sparks.

You couldn't help but moan out his name yet you were only on one finger so far. As the trickling of the water stimulated your skin keehos nimble and soaked fingers stimulated your insides. Distorted sounds escaped your throat as you started feeling more and more tense. At this point keeho had two fingers slowly curling in and out of you as your walls hugged them tight.

"Please I'm gonna cum~" you whined out as Keeho started thrusting his fingers faster. Your body jerked everytime he hit that sweet spot with more and more intensity every time. You then finally released. Your head swung back and eyes shut tight as the knot in your stomach poured out into the water of your shower.

Then keeho went down on his knees and started licking you up like his life depended on it. You slapped your palm over your lips to muffle the moans. "K-keeho what are you doing?" You stuttered out as he lathered at your juices.

"Getting all your flavor before it goes down the drain," he explained before getting back to his tongue work. Since you were already so sensitive due to just cumming and the hot water on your skin you felt a knot building in your stomach rather fast. As Keeho gripped onto your thigh harshly you warned him of your condition as your legs started quivering.

"Two times in a row-" Keeho murmured. "Such a good little girl~" he cooed before you cam on his lips. Blush covered your face after cumming for the second time in a row while keeho was just eating you up. Keeho kept praising you over and over as he drank all your load. "So good, you always taste so freaking good," he said as he held your hips like the ring of a bowl. You blushed at his comments and when he was finished eating you out he wasn't done.

"You did so good baby," he said he hugged you tightly. "Now, let's get this hair washed shall we?"

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Piano Keys (Qian Kun/Smut)

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Tag list: @lost-inthedream @mira-winterlight @commentgirl @suhotly​ 

Story Tags: 1950′s setting? (I think), Jazz club owner! Kun/Pianist Kun!, slight forbidden love trope, dancing, music

Smut tags: Very passionate, nothing too rough, nothing too sweet, fingering (reader receiving) a lot of kissing, unprotected sex

word count: 8838 words (i dont do short) 

There was just something about the music that came out of a piano, it’s just such a stubborn instrument. You can instantly tell if the person playing is sad, angry, happy, in love… You can tell if someone is putting their heart into it or not. Such a beautiful instrument.

You had always been drawn to the tunes only pianos could make, ever since you were a child. Walking past small music store, clubs with music playing inside, it was just such a magical thing to you. You loved watching people play, only if they were in love with the craft of course. Watching someone haphazardly tap away at the keys was less than appealing. No it was the ones who put their soul into playing, it was just so worth the watch.

This progressed through your life, from being a child loving to dance to sound of a happy piano tune, to being an adult who loved to do the exact same thing. It was much to your parents dismay, you loved to dance, you loved music. So much so, it stood in the way of them finding you a suitable husband. Men seemingly didn’t like a partners in this day and age like that. You were to sit in the comfort of your home and take care of your kids, bake pies and cook dinner. That wasn’t you, you didn’t want that to be you. But you entertained your parents, allowing them to pick suitors out for you to go on dates with. As long as you could dance afterwards, you allowed them to continuously introduce to them.

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HEYYY IK THIS IS REALLY FREAKYY BUT LIKEE CMONN it’s not that bad …right ???

could u PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE do something like reader eating ryujin out and she squ!rt!ng like onfggg that would be so hot I would literally pass out

I gotchu <3

SHIN RYUJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: You decided to surprise your girlfriend in the morning by eating her out real good under the sheets

Warnings/Notes: somnophilia(?), squirting, pussy eating, cursing

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You woke up earlier than usual and it was all because you couldn’t keep your head out of the conversation you had with Chaeryeong the previous night.

What started off as a normal catch up conversation ended up into both of your personal sex lives with your girlfriends. You told Chaer that the sex was good and normal but you sensed that it needed a teeny bit more spice to make it exciting.

That’s when she explained how Yeji would eat her out in her sleep and she’d wake up to it, for some reason it felt way better than it happening during normal sex. Chaeryeong further explained how it felt relaxing and so damn good that she squirted for the first time all over Yeji’s face.

The thought of it happening to you and Ryujin sent a tingle in between your legs. That’s when an idea popped into your head.

Unfortunately your girlfriend had been swamping herself in tons and tons of books to prepare for an upcoming exam. On the bright side, Ryujin had no lectures that morning so she slept in like a baby.

For you, you took the time in washing up and looking pretty before slipping out of your silk robe and crawling under the covers where your girlfriend’s legs had already been spread. Thankfully Ryujin only wore her bra and panties to bed so you gave a quick kiss to her clothed clit before sliding it off.

You then placed her smooth legs over your shoulder and gave an experimental lick over her entrance, seeing a small squirm erupt from her. Smiling at the reaction, you attached your lips onto her clit and sucked feverishly, her whines getting louder before a hand automatically gripped onto your hair, pushing closer.

“A-Ah, w-what?” You heard her deep voice speak.

It took her a few seconds to process what was happening before she jolted up and pushed the covers off, seeing you eat her needy cunt so good. You moaned at her taste, making your girlfriend’s back arch as she now used two hands on your head.

“F-Fuck! Baby!”

“Good morning sweetie” you pulled away to quickly say, resting your cheek against her thigh.

“Babe…w-why?”

“You’ve clearly been stressed. Wanted to help out. Now, less talking. I’ll do all the work this time” You winked and dove back in, giving attention to her clit with your tongue while two fingers pushed into her hole.

“Oh my-fuck! Yes yes, there!” She suddenly cried, voice going raspy.

You looked up at her with innocent eyes and it was difficult for Ryujin to hold eye contact from the mind blowing thrusts you were giving to her, head ending up thrown back on the pillows and seeing stars.

“Always so good, baby. So so good~” Ryujin squealed as her hips started to buck into your face.

You knew she was gonna cum.

“Gonna cum already, baby, gonna cum! Don’t stop please” She panted, tears brimming her eyes.

You felt her walls tighten around your fingers with a harsh suck to her clit, sending Ryujin into a cumming mess and blabbers of curse words mixed with your name.

But you didn’t stop. Your fingers continued its rough pace and your lips never left her sensitive cunt. Ryujin started to sob, trying to push you away but you held her down as best you could without slowing your movements.

“F-FUCK WAIT! Baby-I…I can’t, oh my fucking god! Stop stop!”

From the way you felt her clench around your fingers again, there was no way she wanted you to stop. You added an extra finger with ease, knowing what was coming soon.

And you were ready for it. Ready for all of it.

“B-BABY! Y-Y/N I—“ Not being able to finish her sentence, she released a deafening cry.

All while her juice quite literally sprayed and drenched your fingers and face. You watched with sparkling eyes as she continued to squirt all over you like a kid watching their favourite show. Your fingers started to slow down which allowed your girlfriend to relax into the bed with soft whimpers and cries. You crawled up to her, exposing her art and she wanted to slap the bright smile from your lips.

“O-Oh my god…where did you learn that”

You shrugged and laid on her chest, wiping the liquid with your fingers and waving it in her face. “Hehe~ You squirted”

Ryujin rolled her eyes and used the blanket to wipe the mess off of you. “And it felt hella good. Next time it’s your turn” she hugged you tightly.

“Next time? Why not now?” You smirked at her, grabbing her hand and leading it south to your entrance that seemed more soaked than when she squirted on you.

“You’re so lucky I don’t have uni” Ryujin breathed out before rushing to push the blankets away and open your legs.

A/N: hope you liked it. I’m sorry it’s short 🥺

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I should be asleep but I'm writing this instead.

🔞minors do not engage🔞

Not proof read

CW: bottom! Johnny Suh, top reader, slight praise kink

I want. No need to ride Johnny into the sun set. Just imagine it.

Not even doming him. Just like letting himnsit there and enjoy the show.

Hes horny out of his mind, but also very tired from a long day of filming. All he wants is his baby, in his lap.

He pleads, his beautiful brown eyes shimmering with hope. The offers a compromise you ride him and hell give you head. You take the offer, even though his pouty face was more than enough to convince you.

So now here you are. Johnny's broad back is flat against the mattress. His blunt nails dent your waist, promising some light bruising tomorrow. Your concentrated on his face as his nose scrunched and his eyebrows curl together, plesure evident. Johnny's eyes open slightly, and a deep groan reverberates through the room. Your beautiful body on moving on top of him is almost enough to make him cum.

His moans and the slight buck of his hips spurs you in. You focous on your pleasure just a bit reaching down to provide your self some relief. At this Johnny sits up on his elbows, watching you intently. He starts to groan out praises.

"So fucking tight" he says, his head lolz back and his eyes flutter close."such a good hole".

That spurs you on more. Your hips pick up their pace. Your orgasm so close you can taste it. Johnny seats your hand away replacing it with his own. His other hand pulls you close by your neck. His breath lightly fanning over yours as he stares deep into your eyes. "Gonna cum for me pretty"? He quips, " come on baby, I want to see it" he says.

He dives into your lips. Kissing you deeply with passion. His youngest dances with yours, the kiss feeling both novel and homey.

Then it hits, you can almost feel the blood running through your system. Johnny leans back again. Enough to see you loose your composure on his cock. The sight sending him mover the edge too.

You sit and swivel your hips until Johnny begs you to get off, his dick spent and his needs more that satisfacted.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

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Based on someone's post saying Johnny would love the lotus position.

Gender Neutral reader.

🔞 Minors Do Not Ingage

In this : Johnny, Kun, Hendery

CW: choking(John,reader reciving) Hendery(hen reciving). Squirting (reader) Oral (Hen reciving) Slight Orgasm control(John,Kun, reader reciving,) . Mentions of Edging (Kun, reader reciving)

If missed any lmk!!

Johnny

You sit on his lap, swiviling your hips, hands gripping the head board for stability. A moan escapes from your lips as his tip kisses the deepest parts of you.

"Johnny" you whine in desperation. It feels so good. But it's not enough

"Keep going for me beautiful" he croaks out. Eyes hooded and locked on yours. His large hand wraps around your neck, pressing slightly. The slight pressre provides a gentle jolt to your system causing you to throw your head and moan loudly, rutting your hips desperately to chase your high. He plunges deeper filling you up so nicely it drives you insane, and pushes you to take more of him.

"That's it my love" he encourages, voice low and hungry. Johnny rewards your enthusiasm by attaching his mouth to your left nipple, biting softly.

"Fuck" he pants "You look gorgeous on top of me" a new spark picks up from your right nipple as his hand elctrifieas every inch of your skin making you shiver.

There's a rustling, but you pay it no mind, your realise dwelling just under your surface. Buzzing fills the air but before you can react it's attack your clit/tip.

The moan that rips from you is vicious. Booming and drawn out. Once again it's too much. Your skin buzzes in tune with the toy, you pulse at random sucking Johnny in more.

"Look at me" he commands "you know I love to see you loose control" the vibrator diggs harsher onto you boarding on painful. He resumes the assault on your chest, enveloping the left nipple sucking harshly.

"Johnny..." you wail "...Johnny I can't" nails sink into his shoulders. You carve valleys in his dewy skin marking him as yours once again. He inhales at the sting, reveling in it. Reveling in you. His eyes dart down to where you two are joined.

"Fuck. for me pretty. All for me" he groans out bucking his hips up. He turns the settings on the vibrator up once more. It rattles against you in an intoxicating manner. You squeez Johnny harder, your high steadily approaching. His hand grips tighter as he mutters a simple command.

"Cum for me baby"

That's all it takes. Your resolve breaks. You let go.

"That's right make a mess for me" . Johnny ruts up into you helping you ride out your high and chasing his. You whine higher as your orgasm drags on, drenching Johnny's abs and the sheets.

You feel fuzzy like your floating. Your finger tips are on fire as you continue to clench around him.

His hands climb to your waist. Keeping you moving. When your senses are about you, you straighten up, hazy eyes staring into his. Soft lips meet yours as your body unknowningly follow your mind. Dying to have his lips on yours. The over stimulation settles in your bones, your nails dig harder into him.

He grunts "hold on for me baby" his lips barely leave yours "I'm close"

After what feels like an eternity, a hearty groan rings through the air. His teeth sink into your lips, his dull nails provide some solace. A teether for your floating being.

Kun

You don't know what track he was working on. Only that he said he needed you. He needed his muse.

The chair squeaks and the arms press into you, itchy and irritating. Kun leans back from him computer.

But then pleasure rushes your veins. Kuns lips, raw , pink and bruised from his anxious bitting, attaches to your neck drawing out a moan.

"Beautiful" he gasps "such beautiful moans. So Perfect, so pretty. " You hum in content at the praise wiggling in his hold.

Kun sits up. The clacking of keys driving you crazy. You can barely see his face from here, but the furl in his brow ignites your curiosity. Then you hear it. Your voice booms from his system.

He sits back before you can shrink yourself into him, embarrasment washing over you. The desperation in your voice feels raw and unfamiliar. But kun. Kuns hips jolt up at the sound. The sound of home, of peace, of pure beauty. The sound of his muse. Sounds that only he can compose, the master of your body, directing your pleasure like an orchestra.

You're barely moving, but his stare goes right to your core. Your hips rock upwards.

"Please do anything babe" you please growing more desperate by the second.

"Go on beautiful, play me" with his permission you crank your hips. The rough movements sharp and uncoordinated. Kuns skin rubs against yours, the chairs handle digs into your skin more rubbing it raw. You don't know how long you've been like this. An hour? Two?

How long has kun been playing with you? Commanding beats of silence after winding you up so close to your release.

The clacking is back. Kun starts tinkering away again. Frustratation beats in your chest at the sound.

"Kunnieeee, please" you whine, desperate.

" I was just ensuring that it saved" he claims. He leans back again. Taking in your form on top of him, groaning.

"Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me" he says gripping your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh there. His corse hands trail up your thighs and scrape against you teasingly.

"So good for me, my muse" Kuns heels dig into the floor allowing him to thrust hardly into you.

His hands return to your hips, forcing you down on him.

"So good, so pretty, all mine" he almost sings, lost in the vevelty wetness of your walls.

Releif, like finding water in miles of dessert, crashes into you when his hand presses against your clit/dick. It's almost too much, the 3 other orgasms that were stolen from you come back to life. Kun moves his hand quickly , your orgasm a crescendo, begging for a release.

"Come on pretty, you can cum" the sweet words leave his mouth alongside pants and groans. All of his efforts quicken determind to fulfill your desires.

You slump against Kuns body, spent, exausted. The arms of the chair chafing your skin as your legs morph into lead weights. Dealing the ground in search of stability.

Kun scoots closer to his desk, tinkering away again.

About 10 minutes pass before another word is said, kun occasionally searching your face, rubbing your back and legs.

"Are you able to get up?" he asks. You hum, brain still fuzzy and limbs less heavy.

"Maybe" you reply smushing your face further into kuns neck. Kuns chuckle fills you with warmth, pushing you back to look at your face. A chast kiss placed to your lips

"Let's get you home, my muse".

Hendery

"Awe man" Guangheng gasped in defeat, gesturing at the screen.

"This is what... " his voice trails off as you home in on how gorgeous the man in front of you is.

His goofy anger, his frustration makes him hotter. His legs speread, sweatpants leaving little to the imagination. His loose shirt hung off his shoulder exposing the canyons of his collarbones and the delicious skin that covers them.

You set your phone down and saunter over to the couch that he inhabits. Straddling his lap you cease his seemily endless chatter, collecting his lips with yours. The room falls silent , peacefulness returned , nothing but the hum of his game in the background.

"If you wanted me to be quiet all you had to do was ask(/j) " he smirks playfully pulling you closer into him. Of course Guangheng couldn't stay silent for long.

"I want you. Quiet or not" you whisper into his ear, grinding down on him teasingly.

"Well all you had to do was ask(/j/sx)" he repeats again. His hand finds your head, pulling you together for another heated kiss. Your cold hands thaw against the hot skin under his shirt, coaxing it off of him.

You push yourself off of him, sinking down to your knees. Hendery lifts his hips to free him self for you. You nuzzle up against his dick, slotting it into your mouth, hands on Hendery thighs.

"Fuck" he pants, his tip skims the back of your throat, your body both refusing and encouraging the action. The hair at his base tickles, your nose scrunching in response. You pull off of him and sneeze.

"Your so cute" his infectious laugh fills the room once more. the crack of a slap following as you retaliate against his bare thigh. Your mouth returns to him coaxing him to full hardness.

Once your satisfied. You return to his lap, hips hovering over his cock and chest over his face. He can't help but to press his face into it with a satisfied hum, kissing and sucking at the skin. Licking along your stretch marks.

"Love your tits" his muffled voice rings. The stretch of his cock is addicting in the way it splits you open. Slowly you fit him inside moaning as he reaches deep inside you.

You start moving your hips to your own rhythm, grabbing your boob in one hand, pinching your nipple. The sting is delicious and your other hand trails down to your core stimulating you there.

Guangheng cant do anything but sit and watch as you use him. His tries to keep his hips under control. Occasionally your thrusts meet the pleasure unexpected yet welcomed.

Your hands stop thier movement frantically searching for Henderys. Your hand lace together and you guide back to your chest. Hendey takes the bait. Fondling and gripping your titts. The sporatic tweaks of your nipples amplify the electricity surging through your body. The soft tugs are soothing but the harsh pinches are electrifying.

Your hand picks up speed as do your hips. Hendery digging his blunt nails into your chest as your velvety walls squeeze him.

"Shit" you gasp out. Your free hand climbes up Henderys torso. You stop at his nipples flicking them slightly. Hendery groans in response, his fluffy hair meeting the back of the sofa.

Your lips find his neck, his hand your core replacing yours. Your free hand reaches its final destination, curling around his thick neck the best your hands could.

Guangheng goes wild. His eyes roll back, his hand picks up speed on your clit and his other had trades your nipple for his own. His hips move on their own accord. Out of tune with your movememebts but delightful none the less.

Your bodies ruffling is all you hear, until his loud moan ripples through the air.

"Cum with me princess" he begs looking back at you, his eyes commanding the attention of your own.

His face soon contours in pleasure, his moan loud and deep. His hips piston into yours, driving you to your high.

Eventually the cord snaps. Your coming on his spent dick and the last drops of his release mix with yours. Your hips circle languishing in the pain that resides after your orgasm.

"I should loose more often huh" of course Guangheng couldn't stay silent for long.

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thinking about sugar daddy!johnny picking up a call from bimbo!readers boyfriend whilst fucking you...

you're in johnny's bed, arms wrapped around him as he fucks into your cunt. his arms are wrapped around your lower back, your chest flat against his— legs cutely twitching as he continously bullies his cock into you. his forehead is sticky and wet as he presses it against yours, mumbling out praises of how good your pussy is or how badly he wants to cum inside you. you just stupidly nod along with anything he's saying, sobbing out his name and how close you are to cumming.

your phone begins to ring, your arms unhooking around johnny as he leaned over to grab it, breathing heavily— his hips come to a stop and he leans upward, two fingers pressing to your clit.

"ahhh, it's your man. g'nna pick it up, kay?" he chuckles when you shake your head 'no', but immediately go stupid after he rubs circles on your clit. he presses the pick-up button, putting the phone on speaker.

"babe, you there? just wanted to tell you I'll be home early from work, the thing i had after work got cancelled."

johnny watches your cute panicked face as you try to move away, his cock twitching inside of you. your back arches as you let out a long whine, hands clapping against your mouth.

johnny laughs for a second before loosely rocking his hips into yours, "hey, can you call back later? she's a little— mmhh, busy." he whispers, 'aren't ya, baby? busy cummin' on my cock, yeah?' you stupidly nod, babbling out nonsense at just the sheer feeling of his dick massaging your insides— every now and then a loud 'plap' is heard as he increases the power behind his slow thrusts. he puts the phone down next to your head, gripping onto your hips—

"g'nna fuck a baby into your pretty pussy." he mumbles against your drool covered lips, nodding yes when you shake your head no. he picks up the pace again, despite the sound of your boyfriend completely losing his shit— he can tell you get off on this by how quick you squirt on him.

"definitely gotta fuck a baby into your nasty pussy now."

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15 Minutes

Pair: Scoups x f!reader

Genre: Smut, Concert!Cheol, husband!Cheol, 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: Despite time constraints, no one is as committed to get you pregnant than Cheol getting ready for a concert.

Warnings: Concert!Cheol, daddy kink, breeding, multiple orgasms, quickie sex, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe, children), creampie, public sex, marking, wall sex, dirty talk, getting “caught” while having sex

WC: 1.2k

Author’s Note: may be persuaded to write a part 2 to this. I’m back to my pussy drunk/breeding kink!Cheol brain rot.

Read part 2 here: Room Service

Smut directly under the cut.

“FUCK!” You gasped as Seungcheol inserted a second finger inside you, pumping it as fast as he did with the first one. You bit your lips harshly to suppress the loud moan begging to come out, but you knew that if you wanted to save face, you had better keep quiet.

“Cmon baby, let me hear you” he said, the tone in his voice perfectly matching the smirk plastered on his face as he pinned you against the wall. You glared at him angrily before squeezing your eyes shut, reveling in the feeling of his fingers expertly massaging your cunt.

When you flew in to visit Cheol on tour and confessed to him you were ready to try for a baby, you already knew he’d be a giddy and horny mess who’d make sure you’d end your trip pregnant. But you didn’t expect just how much he was committed to it, making up excuses to get you alone, dragging you to the closest secluded place he could find and fucking you full of his cum. And that’s how you ended up in this tiny unused dressing room by the end of the hall. It was bare, save for one set of drawers and a full length mirror to your right. Just yesterday, on day one of the show, he had his way with you right before soundcheck, in the VIP suite on the 3rd level that overlooked the arena.

“You were so loud yesterday and suddenly now you wanna be quiet?” He taunted, leaving a trail of love bites on your neck

“Cheol!” You hissed, “people are actually gonna hear over here!”

“So? everyone already knows i’m trying to get you pregnant” he said matter of factly, not a single care in the world

“Still!” you wanted to argue more, you really did, but the way his long fingers deliciously curled inside you to graze your most sensitive spot had you bucking your hips and mewling loudly to your husband’s delight, orgasm immediately hitting you from nowhere.

Seungcheol pressed his palm to your clit as his fingers continued to move in you, coaxing your orgasm for your full pleasure. “So good for me, baby”

“Scoups!” You heard two loud voices right outside the locked door, one you could make out as Joshua’s and the other probably a staff’s. Regardless, you froze at the sound, hand immediately clutching onto Cheol’s wrist right by your cunt to still his movements. “Vernon just finished with makeup, when Chan finishes, you’re the only one left.”

Much to your horror, Seungcheol replied with a loud “okay” through the door, confirming to the boys that you were definitely in that room doing exactly what you’re doing

“Be done in 15 minutes!” A stern voice called. Yup, definitely their manager.

“I’m sure he can finish in 10” Joshua laughed loudly before jokingly banging the door once.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, at the younger’s tease, “Fuck off!”

“More like fuck her!”

“I will!” He called out just as you heard the steps outside move farther away

“Babe!” You glared at your husband. Your face and ears beet red at the exchange of Cheol and his best friend. Now would really be a good time for the earth to swallow you whole.

A loud whine escaped your throat at the sudden empty feeling when Cheol withdrew his fingers, but before you could even scold him again, his hands were under your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. “Sorry baby, but we gotta make this quick” he rushed before sinking you down on his hard length, your eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head at the intrusion. You weren’t even aware he had already undone his pants or stick his dick out, but you couldn’t be bothered figuring that out, not when your pussy was trying to fit in your husband’s huge cock.

There were 2 things you were thankful for at this moment: one, that your husband made you cum a few minutes ago so that the slide of his dick wasn’t as painful; and two, his strong and most solid body that kept you secured between him and the wall. God knows your knees wouldn’t be able to keep you upright with the way he’s just sheathed himself in you.

Seungcheol was running out of time but he was no quitter, after two slow pumps in, he was thrusting in you at a fast pace, eager to reach his release before he needs to be on the makeup chair and ready for day 2 of their concert.

“Fuuuuuuck yeeeees” you drawled out as the pain of the stretch had now turned into pleasure only your husband could give.

“Cmon baby, give me one more, yeah?”

“Y-yes, daddy!” Your dropped your forehead on his shoulder as you searched a way to ground yourself but hearing you call him daddy only had Cheol grow more feral than he already was.

“Gonna pump you full like you want, baby. Make you a mommy” he growled, now bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts perfectly, the motion hitting your gspot at every hit.

“R-right there, daddy! Ri-ight th-there!” You stammered as Cheol pistoned his hips in you, desperate to have you reach your second high before he does.

You got pressed even tighter to the wall as Seungcheol’s large hand squeezed both your cheeks, turning your head to face the mirror “look at you, so fucking ruined already and you don’t even have my cum yet”

“Daddy, please!” You moaned in full volume, not at all caring anymore for anyone who can hear you.

“Really want my babies, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll be overflowing with my cum tonight, darling”

You nodded eagerly as you looked at Cheol through the reflection of the mirror. He was right, you looked ruined. You could make out the white ring of your juices that settled on the base of his cock as he impaled your fluttering hole. The hand that was once on your face had now snaked in between you as he pinched your clit hard enough before pressing circles that had the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Shit!” You screamed when you felt your orgasm wash over you in immense pleasure, triggering your husband’s own release to paint your inner walls white.

“Oh my goood” Seungcheol’s voice shook as he trembled beneath you, head falling backwards at the feeling of your pussy’s tight grip on his cock.

After staying silent a good while, just processing the orgasms you both had, Seungcheol slowly let your feet touch the ground, kissing you softly on your face and your neck, leaving you in a giggly mess as he smoothed down your shirt. When he pulled out of you, he made quick work to tuck his softening member back in his pants. His finger was quick enough to catch the glob of cum that dripped out of you before plugging it back in your cunt, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Now, now. How am i gonna make you a mommy if you don’t keep my cum in you?” He chastised, a devilish grin across his face as he pulled your panties up before licking his finger clean. “you’ll keep it in for daddy, won’t you?”

It wasn’t a question, you knew that much. If anything, it was a threat. “Y-yes” you stuttered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.” you confirmed with doe eyes, squeezing your legs tight as Seungcheol buttoned up your jeans.

“Good” Your husband grinned, a hand reaching to the back of your head as he drove you against the wall again, kissing you feverishly “you better still be full of my cum when i fuck you after the show”

Your moan at his words were effectively cut off by another loud bang on the door as Joshua’s fist collided with the hard wood. “Cheol! Make up! Now!”

Part 2: Room Service

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Room Service

↳ A part 2 to 15 Minutes

Pair: Scoups x f!reader

Genre: Smut, Concert!Cheol, husband!Cheol, dom!Cheol, 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: The only thing hornier than pre-concert Cheol is post-concert Cheol. Lucky for you, you’re the only one in the world with an all-access VIP ticket to this immersive experience.

Warnings: Porn with plot, Concert!Cheol, dom!Cheol, daddy kink, breeding kink, big dick!Cheol, pussy drunk!Cheol, cock hungry!reader, so. many. orgasms., quickie sex, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), lots of making out, creampieS, slightly public sex, dick riding, manhandling, pussy slapping (like once), use of color system, overstimulation, body worship, breast/nipple play, hair pulling, spitting, crying during and after sex (but it’s not a kink), dirty talk, use of pet names (my love, baby, princess, baby girl, angel), fluff at the end. Please let me know if i missed something, i can’t remember all the filth. Not thoroughly proofread.

WC: 4.1k

Author's Note: Did I get carried away? Hell yes. is this the filthiest thing I’ve ever written? Could be. Except the other wip I have also for Seungcheol might just beat it. Thank you so much again for the love on 15 Minutes. I hope this 2nd part lives up to it.

Author's 2nd Note: For new readers, you don’t have to read 15 Minutes as this can stand on its own, but it would make more sense if you did read it.

“My good girl.” 

Seungcheol chuckled as he plunged deep into your cunt, his cock pushing through your mixed cum that you so diligently kept in as instructed, “so good at following instructions huh?” 

“Fuck baby, you’re so messy” Cheol cursed, mouth watering at the sight of your stored cum slowly dripping out of your hole as he dragged out his entire length until only the tip was in. You groaned when you felt globs of it trickle down your thigh, your husband’s large hand slowly pushing you down against the back of the couch. You felt him engulf you, his chest against your back, hot breath on your ears, “cat got your tongue, babe?” The man teased just as he thrusted his length back into you, causing more cum to overflow from your hole.

It had only been roughly 30 minutes since the concert finally ended, the boys doing all the post show rituals from changing clothes to shooting backstage content, and as soon as that was over, Seungcheol had all but dragged you to another dressing room, not even saying anything as he unzipped your jeans and dragged your very soiled panties down. Not that you were surprised though, post-concert was always when Cheol was the horniest, with all that adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

You could feel the prominent vein on his cock drag through your walls deliciously as he alternated between slow and fast thrusts, an arm snaked around your torso while hot phrases flew from his mouth.

“Fuck, pussy so tight.” 

“All mine.” 

“I’ll give you all my babies.” 

“Gon’ pump you full.” 

“My good girl so desperate for cum.” 

“Cheol!” You screeched in between moans when you felt him hit that sensitive spot particularly rough.

“Did you watch me tonight, baby? Why weren’t you in the stands?” He asked suddenly, as if he wasn’t still railing you from behind.

“C-couldn’t g-go” you squeaked, willing yourself to form words when all you really wanted to do was whimper in pleasure, “had to… be— behave… fuck!” 

“Behave?” Cheol clarified even though he sensed where this was going. In all the times they rushed backstage in between sets, not once had you moved from your spot, sitting cross legged on top of the large black trunk cases situated right in front of the screen which broadcasted the events on stage.  “Words, baby” he said sweetly yet firmly when he saw you nod eagerly.

“Yes! Behave. Had t-to… k-keep.. shiiiiit,” you groaned, your elbows harshly rubbing on the leather material of the couch after another rough entry of Cheol’s cock, “keep da-daddy’s… cum… in me.” You finished off your defense and you could already see your husband’s smirk without even really looking at him.

“Aren’t. You. Such. An. Angel.” Seungcheol punctuated each word with a deep harsh thrust.

“And all yours.” You punctuated as you looked back at him, both your eyes glazing in lust. The loud sound of skin slapping skin and your pussy squelching at every thrust was unmistakable, the room smelled of sex. The group’s leader was sweating even more than he did when he got off stage, his warmth radiating onto your body as he kept you impossibly close to him, jackhammering his cock in your cunt. 

“Shit shit shit shit..” you cried out loud when his other hand suddenly rubbed fast circles on your clit.

“FUCK!” Seungcheol growled at your release, your pussy clamping down on him so tightly that it triggered his own. He stilled within you in an instant, bodies folded in half against the leather couch, your husband continuously muttering incoherent words as the feeling of your fluttering walls drove him to another level of cloud 9. 

“Yah! You two better eat already if you’re really planning to go all night” Seungkwan scolded in his best mom voice when the both of you entered the buffet area hand in hand.

You hid your face on Cheol’s shoulders, suddenly very aware of all 12 boys looking your way. They were very much aware of what you two had been doing and why you were doing it. In spite of the never ending teasing and playful disgusted looks they give their leader, the members had all told you they were excited for Cheol to become a dad mostly because it meant he’d get off their asses. 

“We’re actually going ahead. We’ll take a different car.” Your husband announced, a gentle squeeze to your hand when some of the boys howled at the implication of both of you going back to the hotel first.

“Really not wasting any time huh?” Soonyoung smirked despite having his mouth full of noodles 

“What? She’s leaving soon!” Seungcheol whined.

“Y/n still has a week left!!” Mingyu corrected with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, still not enough!” Cheol replied. He gave a curt nod to Jeonghan, calling his name firmly as if to say ‘i leave the kids with you.’

“Hyung, seriously, you both have to eat.” DK was next to remind you both as he knows you’re both still running on empty stomachs.

“We’ll get room service,” your husband called out, inching closer towards the exit doors that would lead you to the vans.

“We hope it's the food kind! And maybe let y/n get some real sleep after!” Joshua’s reminder had you giggling, glad enough to know the boys still cared for you even though all you’ve done was hog all of Seungcheol’s free time.

Surprisingly, you had both managed to stay well behaved in the car ride home. If anything, you two were very sweet, your head resting on Cheol’s shoulders as he held your hand through the ride and absentmindedly played with your fingers. 

Even when you had both showered together in the hotel room, your husband did not try to make any advances, he simply cleaned you both up, even giving you a nice massage on your scalp when you lathered your favorite shampoo. 

Contrary to what his members may think, Seungcheol wasn’t too adamant about fucking you all night. He could see how tired you actually are and Mingyu was right, you did still have a week left with him. He just wants to make sure you are cared for like his queen this whole trip, whether that meant blowing your back or giving you 8 hours of sleep, he didn’t mind. 

“Tired, baby?” He asked as he secured the knot on your fluffy hotel robe.

You lazily smiled at him as you settled in bed, pulling him towards you for good measure. “I’m ok.”

“Hungry? Wanna get some food now?” 

“Want you to kiss me.” 

Seungcheol was taken aback by the boldness of your request, not because it was the first time you asked, but because you both have definitely done more than just kissing these past 72 hours. He smiled sheepishly as he climbed over you, settling on your side as his chapped lips kissed your soft ones. You clutched onto his hand on your neck, sighing happily when you felt him deepen the kiss. 

“Someone’s happy,” a low chuckle from your husband.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, “i love your kisses.” Despite the raunchy sex, there was always just something so nice and intimate about kissing your husband. His lips were always so plump against yours and the way he’d hold you securely always made you feel like you meant the world to him. 

“You’re so beautiful, i love you so much,” Seungcheol admired your bare face before sucking on your lower lip.

You moaned out an i love you too but it only got swallowed by the man who couldn’t get enough of you. You climbed on his lap, trapping him in between your legs, taking control of this little makeout session you were having. Inevitably, the more you kissed him, the more your hips moved on its own accord, grinding on Cheol’s robe-covered bottom half. 

You were moving erratically, wanting to chase a high you knew you needed if you were to fit Cheol’s dick again tonight. 

“Daddy, please...” you cried, annoyed that you just couldn’t get to where you wanted to be 

“Please what, baby girl?”

You whined desperately at the dangerously low tone in your ear, “please make me cum.” 

Record time is what you’d call it, the way Seungcheol went from flipping you over to casting your robe open to having his mouth suck on your clit harshly. You couldn’t even process it, all you knew was your throat was straining from how you were screaming his name with how he lapped at your cunt. His tongue licked bold stripes from your hole to your clit before he'd suck the sensitive bud. If there's anything Cheol has perfected, it's his hand-mouth coordination, the way he perfectly syncs his plush lips to suck at your clit while two fingers sink in you and curl to graze that spongy spot inside your walls. It should really have you embarrassed at how quick it could unravel the coil in your stomach. Your orgasm exploding in colorful bursts behind your eyes whilst soaking your husband's face in a mess. 

"I forgot how sweet you fucking taste," he groaned, slurping the juices leaking from your hole. He peeked up at you from where he was, your mouth agape and chest rising and falling while your fingers still gripped on his hair. You were hissing from oversensitivity but you should've known that post-concert Cheol was a starved man. When he deemed he had swallowed all of you, three fingers prodded at your entrance that had you arching your back from the bed only to be pushed down with your husband's free arm. "Stay still, baby. Daddy's not done yet." 

"Fuuuuuuck, " you panted, going delirious from the overstimulation your pussy was feeling. You writhed in vain as Cheol smothered your cunt like a full course meal. When you tried to squirm away, he delivered a slap to your pussy that sent shocks all over your body. "I'm cu- fuck! I'm cumming," you shuddered, thighs closing in on your husband's head. 

Seungcheol chuckled at your state, a proud grin across his face when he finally settled beside you. After pulling back to back orgasms from you in less than 10 minutes, he knew you were oversensitive and just needed to not be touched. "You okay, my love?" 

"Just.." you panted, "Just a minute." 

You rolled over on your stomach when you regained enough strength, and slowly but surely got on your wobbly knees to climb on your husband's thick thighs. Seungcheol wanted to squeeze your bare breasts but seeing as you were still slightly swaying, he decided to hold you securely by the waist. "what're you doing?" He mused while watching you fumble with the knot of his robe. 

His dick twitched at the sight of your lust blown, hooded eyes. "Daddy..." You smiled, god, you were so far gone, "Wanna ride you." 

Seungcheol moaned, hurriedly helping you untie his robe and throwing it to the floor. You salivated at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his stomach, red tip leaking with precum. Anchoring your palms on his chest, you kept your eyes trained on him as you sucked on your tongue before letting some of your saliva drool onto his length, your hand immediately gripping and spreading the fluid along his shaft, thumb grazing at the slit.

“Holy shit,” he cursed, hips bucking into your hand on instinct. A wicked smile crossed your face, delighted with the effect your actions had on him.

Cheol's eyes rolled to the back of his head when you finally let your pussy glide against his cock, coating it even more in your wetness.

"Fuck baby, what's gotten into you?" He hissed as you picked up your pace, grinding his cock against your wet folds, always making sure to let the tip kiss your clit when you move down. "So fucking needy for daddy's cock huh?" 

You moaned when one of his large hand squeezed your right breast and his dick leaked more precum onto his stomach. The sight of you, head falling back and mouth parted, was immaculate. He wished he remembered where his phone was right now, it would've been the perfect photo to take for him to get off on in the future. He committed it to memory as best he could, but even that thought immediately flew away when he finally felt you sink into his dick. 

"Oh my god,” you moaned in unison.

Seungcheol wasn't so sure if he was wincing from your nails digging into his chest or from the vice grip of your cunt on his cock, but either way, both felt like heaven to him. "Baby girl, you just came twice and you're still so fucking tight.”

"C-can take you, daddy. Please... p-promise!" You begged, lowering yourself to take in a few more inches of him. The stretch was familiar yet it still had you squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lower lip. 
Afraid he wouldn't be able to stay still any longer, Cheol took the matter in his own hands, sitting up to bring your chest flush against his, connecting your lips in a heated kiss to distract you from the pain. He still tasted of you and a slight hint of your minty toothpaste. When he felt you relax, his strong hold sank you onto him until he was fully sheathed. You broke from the kiss, head falling back once again at the overwhelming feeling of being so full. 

"Cmon, baby, thought you wanted to ride me?" He sucked on the column of your throat, causing you to swivel your hips. "There you go. You can do it." God, his voice was so sinful it made your insides churn. Another strangled moan left your mouth when his wet tongue made contact with your right nipple, licking and sucking before he kissed between the valley of your breasts, only to nip at your left bud.

"Oh my god, Cheol!" You pulled at his hair, wanting him to leave your sensitive breasts alone. 

He laughed dryly at your attempt but still allowed you that space. He let go of your waist to lean back with his palms against the mattress to have a full view of you. "Cmon baby," He spurred on, "show daddy what you got." 

Choi Seungcheol was simply left with no regrets at his challenge. His eyes almost turned completely black when you decided to fully bounce on him. When you found a good pace, you alternated between bouncing and grinding, one hand squeezing your breast as the other held onto his knee for support. "Fuck, daddyyy," you cried at the stretch, and he could just feel your pussy clenching on his cock even more.

"So fucking needy," he spat, "Can't get enough of my cock." 

You shook your head at his words, mewling when your clit rubbed deliciously at his pelvis and his engorged head kissed your cervix. "D-daddy.." 

"That's it, baby girl," Seungcheol cooed, bucking his hips up to meet yours, "get off on me, ride me 'til you shake. Need you to cum, princess." 

Encouraged by your husband's words, you lifted ‘til just the tip was in before sitting down on him harshly. He continued to praise you and how delicious your warm pussy felt, a string of very lewd words produced with every swivel of your hips. Your face contorted in pleasure and he knew you were close, "touch yourself," came his instructions.

"shit!" You cursed, cumming on the spot when two of your fingers rubbed against your clit.

Seungcheol beamed at how well he knew you, your tells and your triggers when you're about to cum. But what he didn't see coming was just how fast the sight of you getting off on top of him would quickly bring him to the edge too. If he didn’t catch it at the last second, he might have just spilled in you.

In one swift motion, not even pulling out of you, he flipped you on your back and trapped you under his weight. You yelped when he pumped into you, catching you off guard as you were still trying to ride out your own orgasm. 

"Ba-aby, fuck. You're d-driving me insane," he growled, "don't you dare fucking close your eyes. Keep 'em on me." 

Your fingers weaved through his hair, as you desperately tried to follow his instructions. If only he wasn't hell bent on reaching his high, Seungcheol would've laughed at how often you'd train your eyes to look at him every time they kept trying to roll to the back of your head. "Daddy's gonna fuck a baby in you, you want that, princess?" 

"Y-yes daddy! yes!" You mewled, both your legs being lifted up, calves resting on Seungcheol’s meaty shoulders, while he inserted a pillow below your ass. "Fuck me full, daddy, please,” a breathless request.

He folded you in half, planting his knees on the mattress and bracing himself on your sides. Seungcheol drove his cock into you, hitting you so deep that you felt him just below your cervix and you moaned the loudest that night. Strangled moan after strangled moan came out of your mouth while throaty grunts and curse words flew off from his, all this mixed with the explicit sound of your sweaty bodies colliding.

"m-more, daddy! More, please!"  

"Fuuuuuuck, you're insatiable, so fucking tight," Seungcheol moaned. His movements were rough, pulling out of you completely before fully slamming back in and going deep with every move. The sex was everything close to animalistic, you could feel him in the deepest parts of you, consistently hitting a spot that made your brain short circuit. "So needy for my cum, want to be filled so bad."

"Daddy, so- oh my god. So fucking big.”

“Princess, I-I’m.. s-so...close,” he warned, staring at your teary eyes while your hands intertwined behind his neck. Seungcheol buried his cock in you, not bothering to thrust out of your grip, instead grinding endlessly to help stimulate your clit against his pelvis.

"Cum with me, Cheollie. P-please."  

Your husband growled before his hips jerked twice, hot spurts of his cum painting your walls white. His eyes boring into yours and the feeling of being so full only triggered your own release, rendering you into a babbling mess. Seungcheol connected your mouths in a kiss, not caring that you were already out of breath. He interspersed them with praises of how good you felt clenching on his cock. 

"I love you, Cheollie." 

"I know baby, I know. I love you too," he breathed, hissing at how hard he still was despite just hitting his climax. His dick was almost painful in your tight hold, "give me one more, yeah?" 

Before you could even process his question, you were already flipped on all fours, whining at the temporary emptiness. "Wha- Cheol, I-" 

"Be good for daddy, yeah? One more, princess. One more to get you round and full." But who were you to deny your Choi Seungcheol? Your husband who was just as ready to start a family with you like he's always dreamed of. Your arms gave way when you felt him breach your abused hole once more, your limp body allowing him to control your hips even more. He was kneading your ass, surely leaving handprints in his wake. 

"Ch- ahh!" You cried in a silent scream, the pleasure you were feeling just devouring your every being. You could feel the goosebumps rise on you scalp and run to the tips of your toes as Seungcheol pounded you from behind. "Cheollie... Oh.. oh! fu-uuuck." 

He pulled you by your hair harshly, your back flush against his chest, the low rumble of his voice affecting your body, "Call me Cheollie again and you won't get to cum." 

"Daddy!" you whined apologetically, tears freely flowing down your cheeks. 

"There you go, not so hard huh, princess?" Seungcheol teased, an arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other cupped at your cunt. "Color, my love?" 

"G-green, daddy.. Pl-Please... just j-ust cum in me." 

"Fuck, you sound so broken... So greedy for my cum." Seungcheol relentlessly fucked up into you, until his pace grew erratic and bent you both forward. He stopped himself with his forearm to the mattress so as not to crush you, but with your muscles already weak, you simply face planted into the soft hotel pillows, drool and tears staining the white sheets.

"All mine," your husband chanted repetitively, stilling inside your pussy as it clenched around him tightly. Your orgasm rippled through you in a big tidal wave that Seungcheol could just feel your slick coat him anew. Your whole body shook uncontrollably, jolts of electricity alighting all your nerves. With one last loud call of your name, Seungcheol shot his load inside you, white ropes of sticky cum filling your cunt to the brim. His own thighs trembling as he finally collapsed on you, knocking out the little air you had left. He whispered i love you's to your ear, riding out his own orgasm which lasted longer than the both of you expected, especially when he just came a few minutes ago. 

In your two years of marriage, you don't think you've ever been this spent after sex, and neither did Seungcheol. But nothing catches his attention faster than the sound of you sniffing followed by a tiny hiccup. He moves up and pulls out of you so quickly that he hisses harshly, but you whine out even louder, causing alarm bells to ring in his head. 

"nooo..." you cry pathetically, your voice barely above a whisper, "come back."

"Baby, what's wrong?" Seungcheol pulls you towards him, eyes scanning your body for any abnormal pain, dreading the next few words out of his mouth, "did I hurt you?" 

You shook your head no, your hands grabbing at his chest to pull yourself closer to him and bury your face in his neck.

"Princess..." he started gently, still not completely sure if you were really okay. "I need your words. Need you to tell me if I hurt you." 

You choked as you tried to speak, voice straining from all the noises you've made tonight, but you were well aware your crying did nothing to comfort your husband. "I'm okay." 

"Was I too much?" 

"No. Never." You assured with a soft kiss on his chest. "So good to me." 

Seungcheol let out a sigh of relief at your words. "Wanna tell me why you're crying?" He asked, moving you both on your side so he could look at you properly, one hand soothing your back. His warm breath tickled your face, as he tried to wipe away your tears with the softest look in his eyes. 

You felt another squeeze in your heart while warmth crept up in your cheeks, both your hands instinctively covering your face when tears pricked at your eyes once more. You mumbled something but Cheol couldn't really understand and he didn't want to push, so he held you tighter instead, leaving kisses on your shoulder as his free hand brushed your hair. He could feel your tears wet his neck and shoulder and he willed himself to stay patient and calm. 

"I'm sorry," you squeaked after a long bout of silence between you two, "am I scaring you?" 

"A little bit," Seungcheol chuckled. 

You looked up into his eyes, wanting to make sure he knows he did nothing wrong, "I'm just overwhelmed," your voice began to crack again at the last word, "I... I just... I really want a family with you, Cheol," you sobbed, your hands attempting to cover your face again but your husband was quick enough to grab at them. His own cupped your face instead, a thumb wiping at your tears as he let out the brightest smile, his own cheeks dusted in a light pink shade. "I really want this to work, Cheol." 

"I do, too, baby but in our own time, yeah? If it’s for us, then it will happen one way or another. Let's not pressure ourselves too much. I don't want you to pressure yourself too much," your husband comforted, "Besides, with or without kids, I already have you... and Kkuma… you're already family to me."  

You were pretty sure you felt your heart grow a size bigger at his words, mentally thanking the heavens you had a husband who adored and loved you so much.

Your moment was cut off by the incessant buzz of a phone and when you looked towards the bedside table to check, sure enough your device was vibrating towards the edge. Picking it up to stop the ring, your eyes grew wide at the notification that flashed on top of the screen, a smile dancing on your lips as you comprehended the app’s words in black font.

"Cheollie?" 

"Yeah?"

"I'm ovulating."

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BABY FEVER — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ࿐

summary. after a picnic date at the park goes horribly wrong, all choi seungcheol wants for his birthday is to fuck a baby into you.

wc. 3.4k+

warnings. established relationship, kinda ? dom!cheol, f. reader, pussy-drunk-bitch-in-heat cheol, breeding kink, literal baby making, marriage kink if you squint, reader referred to as mommy (x2), unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), light body worship (f. receiving), vulgar language… heavy praise, pet names [baby, angel, princess] — MINORS DNI 18+

note. it’s an international holiday (aka cheol day) hehehe HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LVRBOY <333 forgive me bc this is actually so rough… i forced myself to finish it in time for his bday 😍 please be gentle!! i promise ill make it up to all of u with a MUCH better cheol fic -3- happy coupsie day 2 u all x (thank yew @jeonghantis for reading this for me TWICE and always encouraging me <3)

you have to admit, this is not how you thought seungcheol’s birthday lunch would pan out. 

no, you definitely did not expect to end the day with your legs wrapped around your beloved boyfriend’s waist while he split you open on his cock, breathily promising that he’ll give you a baby. a ring. a life for the both of you.

because when you took said boyfriend out for a picnic in the park, you did expect a serene lunch date with him and his favorite food. you even wore the sundress he bought for your birthday. it was supposed to be the perfect gift. 

but you hadn’t realized how busy it’d be. how could you have known? it was just a random tuesday afternoon in the midst of august– arguably the hottest month of the year. who, besides the two of you, would want to be out on a day like this?

rowdy, unrestrained children. that’s who. 

it seems that children and parents have nothing better to do than crash birthdays and cause you massive headaches. 

when you looked over at seungcheol on the blanket halfway through your food, you discerned the faraway look in his eyes. he hasn’t said much. much less of how he feels about his “gift.” he wasn’t there– probably disassociated because of the noise. you realized then that you probably should’ve picked a different spot… or stuck to the homemade candlelit dinner you had initially planned. or done literally anything else. 

“cheollie… do you wanna leave?” you asked, concern laced in your voice. “we don’t have to stay, we can go home and do whatever you want.”

his jaw clenched and unclenched at the sound of your voice. he offered a shuddered breath and gave you a curt nod. “yeah, let’s go home.” 

and so you did. you felt defeated as seungcheol bruisingly gripped the steering wheel the entire ride home. you felt defeated as you sat in the passenger seat thinking of ways to fix his now-ruined birthday. you felt defeated as you two rode away in silence. complete silence. 

when you arrive back at your home, you dejectedly drop the basket off in the kitchen without bothering to unpack it. cheol stays on your tail the entire time, following you back to your room after throwing the keys on the island next to the picnic basket. 

and when you reach your destination, you let him in before closing the door behind you and then he pounces.  he has you pinned to said door in an instant. 

completely thrown off by his change in behavior, you splutter out, “ch-cheol, what the fuck?!”

“baby,” he mutters breathily, his eyes scanning your features. the faraway look in his eyes has been replaced, both of them filled with something completely different. lust. it’s like the last hour never even happened.

he has you caged in. one of hands pressed flat against the door and the other gripping your waist. there’s a mere inch of a gap separating the two of you and you can feel all the heat radiating off of his body. 

still wide-eyed, staring up at him, you softly– apprehensively– ask, “cheol? are you okay?” 

admittedly, seungcheol is not okay. not in the slightest. he doesn’t want to scare you, but watching kids run around– hearing how happy they were– had him thinking thoughts. thoughts of having a kid of his own. 

it had his heart fluttering at first, the idea of having a mini him running around the house. it filled him with the utmost joy.

then his thoughts escalated. thoughts of having a kid turned into thoughts of having a kid with you. thoughts of getting you round and pregnant with his child rotted large portions of his brain away.

and it progressively got worse and worse. with every passing minute, the images in his brain became more clear till the only thing on his mind was folding you in half and fucking a baby into you while you begged for it. 

he’s not sure how to relay said thoughts to you. the two of you have been dating for years and you’re in a really good place, both financially and emotionally.

but dropping the ‘i want a kid’ bomb? before he’s even proposed? it’s taboo…untraditional… it’s something you potentially don’t even want, so he should ease into the conversation of children and marriage.

but…choi seungcheol thinks he’s lost the ability to think and speak clearly. that’s why he blurts it out without logically thinking it over, lost in a haze of lust and need and burning hot desire. 

“wanna have a baby,” 

your stomach drops and the air in your lungs vanishes, leaving you breathless.

“w-what…cheol? a baby?” you ask slowly. “you… wanna have a baby?” 

a small growl bubbles in his chest when you repeat his words. “wanna give you a baby.” 

heat creeps up your neck and within seconds– when you realize the intent of his words– your entire body burns as arousal courses through your veins. seungcheol doesn’t just want to have a kid… he wants to fuck one into you. 

you can’t say you’ve never thought of having one before, but it was always farther down the line. after marriage and settling down.

even still, your stomach swirls in anticipation, imagining seungcheol as a father. as your husband. 

so you reply, “do… do you think we’re ready for that? we’re still pretty young and… we aren’t married…”

your words trail off and you look away, eyes trained on his chest instead. 

“i’m gonna marry you.” he says as a matter of factly. “look at me.” he demands, the hand next to your head moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “there’s no doubt in my mind. i’m going to marry you, baby.”

hearing that is surreal. he’s said it twice and the words are still rattling around in your empty brain. he’s gonna marry you. there’s no doubt in his mind. 

you’d think your heart is about to lurch out of your chest the way it pounds against your ribcage. your palms are dripping with sweat, your knees are buckling about ready to give out on you, your stomach is in knots because, fuck yes, you want this. you want him. and– you guessed it– you want to bear his child. 

you don’t know how long you’ve been standing, blankly staring at him. before you can even speak up, seungcheol is dropping to his knees in front of you, both of his hands on your waist now.

you almost think he’s going to propose, leaving you even more speechless, but he leaves a soft kiss on your tummy. he’s gentle, kissing you through the fabric of your dress right above your navel. his lips venture down, though, and his pleading eyes look up at you waiting for your okay. 

you let out the breath you were holding, nodding your head.

and cheol swears he would lose it if he hadn’t already. 

he reaches for your panties under your dress, yanking them off your body and letting them pool at your feet. his hand moves to hold your dress up, wrinkling it in his grip. the other lifts one of your legs and drapes it over his shoulder before he finally dives into your cunt.

“cheol!” you gasp as you feel his tongue lay flat against your folds. your hands thread through his hair, gripping at his locks as he laps up your arousal. “sl-slow– fuck, baby– slow down,”

seungcheol is a giver, that’s always been common knowledge.

but you tend to forget that he is exceptionally greedy when it comes to eating you out. he can never get enough of you, slurping at your hole and sucking your clit till you’ve cum countless times on his face. a glutton for pussy, you could say.

it’s why he can’t slow down despite your request. his tongue digs into you while he noses at your clit, moaning against your cunt to bring you closer to the euphoric feeling you’ve been craving since he asked to fuck a baby into you. 

and it works. it always does. your moaning and whining and begging and it’s fucking music to his ears. 

“tastes so good, angel,” he moans against you, words coming out muffled. the vibrations shock your body and you can’t help but jolt, back arching off the door. your hands tighten their grip on his hair, pushing him further into your cunt. 

and that’s the thing about seungcheol being insatiable. you always end up greedier than him. it’s like an orchestrated plan. 

“more,” you beg through a whine, grinding your pussy into his face. “please more, feels s’good, cheollie,” 

he groans against you again, digging his nails into your thigh eliciting your pretty mewls. he tightly wraps his lips around your clit, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue. you throw your head back against the door, eyebrows knitting together as you’re overcome with pleasure. 

it hits you before you can even blink. you’re letting out a breathless mantra of seungcheol’s name, your stomach knots up, your breathing increases and you completely lose control as you let go all over his face. 

he keeps eating you out, whining while lapping up your release as if he’d been deprived of the taste of your cum for weeks. as if he hadn’t eaten you out just last night. and the morning before that. and three times in a row the day before.

when he’s finally done, he gently sets your leg back down. he observes the way you tremble, struggling to keep balance so his hands are back on your waist, releasing the wrinkled fabric and letting it fall back over your legs.

he stands to his feet, towering over you once again. his hard cock strains in his jeans and he gives you a look that screams ‘i need you’ to which you look up at him with hooded eyes. the sheen of your arousal on his skin, his disheveled hair is quite the sight.

“baby…” he pants, inching closer to you. 

“put one in me,” you whisper. you, too, have no doubt in your mind about this. about him. you want everything he’s offering to you. “fuck a baby into me, cheol, i want it. i want you.”

seungcheol thinks his life flashes before his eyes when he hears your words. he thinks, maybe, he mishears you for a second, but when you keep that expectant look on your face, he knows that this is very real. that he’s gonna fuck you full of cum and pray it takes. 

he closes the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours.

it’s not your average kiss. it’s hot and heavy and, fuck, you think he just might eat you alive. his body is flush against yours now and you feel his bulge digging into your tummy. 

feeling him like this has you craving the weight of his cock on your tongue, but you know cheol has no plan of relinquishing any type of control tonight. even if it does mean he’s missing out on the world’s best head.

you kick off your shoes and fumble with the button on his jeans while whining into his mouth. you eventually give up after the button doesn’t budge, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding against his clothed bulge instead, basking in the way he groans back into your mouth.

he pulls back, swollen lips turning down in a cute pout, “baby, need to fuck you right now…”

you tug at his shirt, whispering, “then fuck me, cheol.” 

a guttural groan bubbles in the back of his throat. he pulls your dress up by the hem, growling a soft, “off.” 

“you first.” 

he raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t say anything else, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it on to the ground. his hands are back on your dress, but you shake your head. 

“pants, too,” you whisper with a cheeky smile. 

“didn’t realize this was a strip tease,” he grumbles passively, stepping out of his shoes while his hands easily pop the button of his jeans and yanking them down his thick thighs. 

your eyes flit down to his boxers and your saliva pools in your mouth, threatening to spill past your lips at the mere sight of his clothed hard-on. 

he interrupts your gawking, gruff, stern voice filling your ears, “take your fucking dress off.”

you giggle, raising your arms. he’s not slow and he’s most certainly not gentle when he practically rips the dress up and off, discarding it into the pile of clothes that lay haphazardly on the floor.

he doesn’t even give you a second before grabbing– manhandling– you and guiding you to the bed. 

he lays you down and internally melts. “you’re so gorgeous, baby,” he mumbles, spreading your legs open and eyeing your pulsing cunt. “you’re perfect.”

you don’t know how it’s possible at this point, but you grow even hotter. feverish. you always love his praise and you know he’s well-aware of the fact because he smirks as you squirm and clench around nothing. 

“cheollie,” you whimper. 

his hands splay over your bare stomach and his cock throbs as an array of dirty thoughts re-enter his mind. 

“you’re gonna look so cute when i put a baby in you, isn’t that right?” he murmurs, hands ghosting over your skin before they land on your tits, fondling them through your bra without a care in the world. “gonna be such a pretty mommy…” he tells you, voice dropping an octave. 

you moan at the contact and his promiscuous words. arousal drools from your hole, surely soaking a puddle into the sheets under you. you’re not sure how much longer you can wait for him to impale you on his cock before you become a weeping mess. 

you whine, eyes threatening to close, “please make me a mommy, cheollie.”

seungcheol lets out a sharp breath, quickly removing his hands from your tits, opting on using them to push his boxers down. 

when his length slaps against his abdomen, he lets out a soft groan. he doesn’t wait for anything else, grabbing his cock, spitting on it, stroking it a few times and, finally, pushing his angry red tip against your hole. 

when the head of his cock gets trapped between the warm walls of your cunt, seungcheol curses. “tightest fuckin’ thing,” he mutters, shoving himself deeper and deeper, listening to your high-pitched whines and whimpers. 

and when he’s finally balls deep inside of you, his eyes flicker up from your pussy swallowing him whole to your contorted, fucked out face that he loves dearly. 

he’s breathless, asking, “you good, baby?”

you offer a broken nod and a weak, “s’good.”

it’s all he needs to hear before standing all the way up on his knees, grasping at your waist, and lifting your lower back off the bed. 

you squeal, “cheol! what are you–” 

you’re cut off by your own yelp when he pulls out and slams back into you without much of a warning. his cock reaches deeper than you think you’ve ever felt and it has your eyes rolling back and your hands pulling the sheets off the bed. 

his hips are relentless, continuously driving his cock in and out of you at an impressive speed while groaning out words of praise. you feel his tip bruisingly kiss your cervix and the pained pleasure brings tears to your eyes. 

“s-seungcheol–” you sob, arching further into the air. 

“i know, baby,” he moans in response. “but, fuck, you’re taking it so well. look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” he wants to throw his head back in pleasure, but he can’t bear to tear his eyes away from you. 

tears helplessly fall down the sides of your face and your mouth is cracked open, letting out the most gorgeous sounds. your tits spill from your bra, bouncing with every thrust and it’s too good. you look too fucking good. 

and you’re going to look even better with his cum leaking out of your cunt. 

you ache with the partial bridge seungcheol has you in. you’re not sure if you want to focus on the profound pain or intense pleasure, but when he drops your body back on the bed and his thumb catches your clit, you have no other choice. 

you gasp, crying out and clamping around him with an iron grip, “fuh-fuck! cheol– cheollie!”

he growls, rubbing the sensitive bud faster and faster. “you gonna cum for me?”

you pant, chest heaving as you nod your head vigorously. your eyes screw shut and your jaw drops further as you feel the familiar knotting in your tummy. your impending orgasm bubbles in the pit of your belly, a stream of whines and moans leaving your mouth. 

“cum f’me, angel.” he coaxes breathily, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “s’gonna feel so good, just cum for me.” he practically begs and you think it’s because he’s just as close. 

you can’t even find it in you to care because the onslaught of pleasure wracks your body. you clench around him once, twice, three times– and, before you know it, the knots in your tummy come completely undone and you’re left a shaking mess under him.

“that’s it, that’s my fucking girl.” he nearly whines, fucking you through your orgasm while you jerk and thrash on the bed. “god, i love this pussy, your body, everything, baby– i love you.”

you cry, silently praying he’ll press his lips against yours because, god, you love him, too. so much. but your voice is hoarse and you don’t think you can conjure up the words to give him. 

it’s like he reads your mind, slipping his hand in between your tits and pulling your body up by the material of your bra and wraps his arms around your body. his mouth presses against yours, swallowing all of your sounds as you swallow his. 

your arms wrap around his neck, sobbing in overstimulation as he kisses the life out of you.  when he pulls away, you wrap your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. you continue to whine, burying your face into his sweaty neck to muffle the noises. 

he holds you tighter, pounding into you without any regard to your sounds. “gonna fill you up, princess. gonna fuck you full of my cum, give you a baby, marry you,” he grunts loudly. “everything. gonna– fuck– gonna give you everything.”

you nod, sinking your teeth into his neck. 

and seungcheol can’t hold back, moaning your name before pressing his cock as far as he can go and stilling there. ribbons of his release coat your bruised walls and you feel the warmth radiate throughout your body. 

cheol’s pants slowly morph into breathy chuckles as he comes to terms with what he’s done. 

you shudder, feeling full in more ways than one. you pull your head from the crook of his neck, looking at his gummy grin and dazed eyes and you give him a lopsided grin. you look so content, even after he nearly fucked the life out of you. 

“was it too much?” he asks gently after a few minutes of silently staring at each other.

“a lil…” you whisper, weakly clamping around him. “you know i love it when you get like this, though.”

“i know.” he mumbles, unraveling himself from you to marvel at his work. he pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly dribbles out of your hole. he can’t help but groan at the sight. “you think this’ll be enough, angel?”

“a few more rounds probably wouldn’t hurt.” you giggle. 

“that can probably be arranged.” he hums cheekily. “but, seriously, baby. thank you… for today. you always know how to surprise me.”

“really? i kinda… thought you hated the whole picnic lunch date,” you murmur. “thought i ruined your day.”

“no, baby, i loved it.” he says through a smile, kissing the corner of your mouth. “it was great, i swear… i just thought about fucking a baby into you a little too hard.”

“i’m really glad.” you smile, “and, now that you hopefully did… how would you rate year 28?”

“10/10. truly the best birthday ever.” he says. “i got everything i ever wanted.”

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I am absolutely appalled at the lack of WayV and 127 content on this app. Soooo I decided to make my own text fics. 🤭🤭 hope y'all enjoy.

Minors🔞 do not engage!!!

I'll try to make more gender neutral stuff going forward!!! also as an autistic, I use tone tags soooo. If they don't help you. Then just ignore them 👍🏾👍🏾

Suggestive!!

When you post a sexy pic on Instagram

Included are Hendery, Kun, and Johnny

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Hendery ღ 10:56pm [M]

ღ WayV Hendery x fem!reader ღ words: ~1k ღ genre: smut (dom!Hendery, unprotected sex, marking (idol receiving), choking (reader receiving), reader rides him) ღ warnings: none

You’re sitting on top of him, lazily rolling your hips now and then, while your fingertips trace an invisible line from one mark on his chest to the other. Kunhang is watching with great interest, his gaze drinking up the sight in front of him - you, stripped of all your clothes, riding him at a painfully slow pace on the couch where he’s made himself comfortable not too long ago. You peel aside the fabric of the white button-up shirt that you had opened up all the way down first thing after approaching him, and then you lean in to connect your lips to his skin again. Your goal is to suck yet another mark into the spot, and you know he usually doesn’t mind you doing this, but with the way you’re moving dangerously close to his nape where he might not be able to hide it, you know he’ll ask you to stop soon. However, for now you’re still more interested in seeing how far you can go, and so you sink your teeth into his flesh, satisfaction overcoming you when you hear him letting out a groan. 

“You planning on doing this all night?” your boyfriend asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he speaks, and you sit up in order to press a lingering kiss to them. 

“We can,” you answer, doe eyes meeting him, and you throw your head back when you roll your hips on top of his again. He too lets out a strained breath, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment. You’ve been doing this for quite a while now, and you know he’s about to hit his limit. 

“You know I have to get up early tomorrow…” he explains, his hands now finding your hips to make you move just a bit faster.

“No fucking all night?” you reckon, and from the dark look he shoots you you can tell it at least sounds tempting to him. One hand now cupping your face, he brings you closer, and when he’s just about to kiss you, you hear him whisper,

“Not today I’m afraid.” Regret lies in his voice, but nonetheless he brings your lips together in a passionate kiss that neither of you wants to end. You’re forced apart by the need for air eventually, and you use the opportunity to kiss your way from the corner of his mouth down to his throat. You know it’s risky, but the danger tastes sweeter than ever to you, and the second you nibble at his skin there, you receive a warning.

“Not there,” he speaks, his voice kept low, and when you ignore his words to sink your teeth into that same spot again, he quickly snakes his hand around your throat, forcing some distance between you. Even that short moment of impact is enough for adrenaline to rush through your whole body, and you find yourself moaning at his move. “I said not there, princess.” The nickname has you melting on top of him, and you can feel the way control is sucked out of you in the blink of an eye. You can tell he knows exactly that he has you at his mercy now, and with his thumb drawing a short line down your pulse, he adds, “Now fuck me properly already.”

He relishes in the sight of you finally rolling your hips at a quicker pace, and one of your hands finds his wrist just in front of you to hold onto. Closing your eyes, you focus only on the way his length feels inside you as you move up and down along it, and in your mind you’re silently begging for him to apply some pressure to your throat.

“That’s right.” You briefly glance at him as you hear him praise you. “Go faster, princess. And I might just give you what you want.” Briefly pressing his fingertips to your pulse just a bit in order to tell you he knows what it is that you’re wishing for so dearly, he never takes his eyes off you as you obey. “Good girl,” he growls, and you whine at his words and at the way you can slowly feel your high building up in the pit of your stomach. “And now tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.” You mewl at his request, clenching your hand around his wrist, but you do as told anyway.

“Choke me, please.” 

“So obedient whenever I have my hand around your throat…” You whimper at your boyfriend’s remark, and the next second you feel him applying just the right amount of pressure. Feeling like you’re about to lose your mind, all you can do is to keep fucking him as the strength for anything else is leaving your body and you’re beginning to get light-headed. Racing towards your high now, you call out his name repeatedly in between curses.

“G-gonna… cum…” you cry out, and a mere second later you feel yourself clench around him as your orgasm shakes your body. Him taking his hand away from your throat, he takes a hold of your hips again to keep you moving until he too comes undone, filling you up with a groan.

“Fuck…” you curse as you let out a shaky breath, and you let your body fall forward to lean against his. Face nestled in the crook of his neck, you catch your breath there as he holds you close, waiting patiently for you to calm down. 

“You know what?” your boyfriend asks eventually, lifting up your chin with his index finger in order to make you look at him.

“What?” Before continuing, he places a lingering kiss on your lips, and when he pulls back the gaze that meets you is still filled with want.

“Let’s move to the bedroom and go another round.”

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Undershirt, Underskirt (M)

• Pairing: Bang Chan x (F)Reader

• Genre: Idol!AU, Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 1.3k

• Summary: Your boyfriend’s Lollapalooza attire leaves you wanting for him more than usual.

• Warnings/themes: Chan’s Lollapalooza fit 🫠, pining, ogling, Y/N being horny on main, making out, riding, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex (she’s on BC), praise

• Notes: *sighs* Look. I’m not gonna act like there was some deep reason behind writing this. I saw Chan in a tank and went absolutely feral. Like, DISGUSTINGLY FERAL. So I had to get it out of my system somehow 🥲 Funny enough, something like this happened last year with Hobi at Lollapalooza…makes me curious about next year lmao

• Notes (2): Thanks to my demonic tender @minttangerines​ for the beta and encouraging me to go ahead and get my thoughts out on paper! 💕

• Taglist: @jimilter​ @joontied​ @minisugakoobies​ @minttangerines​ @sugalaritae​ @crisle19​ @codeinebelle​ @kookprada​ @saweetspoiled​ @effielumiere​ @m1sss1mp​ @spookyminyunki​

Time was never something that you paid much attention to. You went with the flow with no problem. But right now?

Every second that passed by without your boyfriend walking through that room door was time that was wasted not sitting on his dick.

Keep reading

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄. ¹⁸⁺ ✧ 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluffy smut ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you've noticed your boyfriend getting a lot . . . thicker lately.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.5k ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: no gendered pet names have been used for the (gn!afab!) reader; unprotected sex; oral (reader receiving); jaemin uses pet names like doll, pretty, baby, angel, whore, slut; big dick!jaemin; size kink; dacryphilia; dumbification if you squint; overstimulation if you squint; marking (jaemin receiving); it's pretty rough but it's also so sweet; choking; so so much praise; manhandling

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. my first fic! wah?! for the love of my life, na jaemin! pls give this lots of love<3

it’s a quiet saturday afternoon for both you and your boyfriend jaemin. neither of you have plans nor do you want to make any, so you’re spending the better part of your day lounging in bed together. he’s watching anime on the television screen across your bed while you scroll through tiktok on a lower volume. both of your legs are tangled together; your cheek is pressed against his bare chest, one arm wrapped around his back. meanwhile, he has his own arm secure around you, bicep acting as support for your neck while his hand rests on your hip. since you’re only wearing your panties and one of his shirts, he likes to take advantage of it and gently caress your exposed skin.

deciding to let your eyes take a break from the screen, you lock your phone and set it aside so you can focus on cuddling jaemin. one of the things that you appreciate the most about having an introverted boyfriend is that you don’t need to worry about awkward attempts to make conversation. you’re able to be comfortable in the silence and simply be.

you let your gaze drop from the big screen ahead to the view of his abs. you notice that he’s going to the gym with jeno and mark more often, and his diet’s altered to include more lean meat and dairy products. he tends to hide his figure with baggy clothes and oversized shirts but when it’s just the two of you, he waltzes around the apartment in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. sometimes, he’ll throw on a hoodie and a pair of socks, but that’s for the harsh winters.

you backtrack the events of the day so far, thinking of the shower that you both took together in the morning after he came back from his morning run. when scrubbing his back, you remember putting in a tad bit more effort to get a thorough job done. the scenes rewind in your mind like cuts of a short film. his back is, without a doubt, more defined now, muscles rolling with every slight movement. his chest is firmer too, but it doesn’t compromise how pillow-like it is when you use it to rest your head. and his arms . . . oh yeah, they’re a lot beefier now. when you compare your boyfriend’s build to jeno’s, the difference is clear as day.

he hasn’t always been this thick, though. you pick your phone back up and scroll back to find photos of your boyfriend nine months ago. he did have a lean and cut figure back then.

so maybe that explains the nagging urge to bite him lately.

well, who could blame you? your boyfriend is built like a club bouncer now. a really, really hot club bouncer. one that you’d gladly bounce on his di–

“something on your mind, baby?” his husky voice pulls you out of your reverie. you hum in response, hoping he’ll let it be but you know he’ll pester you if he’s convinced something is up. your eyes follow the movement of his free hand as he grabs the remote and pauses the show. there’s no way you could miss the flex in his arm and the veins that make themselves prominent when he presses down on the button. “are you sure?”

“very, i promise.” you look up to reassure him with a sweet smile. you take the opportunity for your free hand to gently pat his chest and goddamn, he’s firm. you try not to react but it’s obvious that your efforts are in vain when he chuckles.

“really? because the way your eyes went big when you just did that tells me otherwise.” jaemin shifts your positions so that you’re both sitting upright and facing each other. you pout and look at him but the exposure of his body leads your eyes to glaze all over his broad physique brazenly. “ah . . . is that what this is about?”

“hm?” you play coy, forcing your gaze back up to him as you look at him through your lashes, batting them pretty just the way it drives him crazy. it’s so easy to toy with your boyfriend like this. his pupils dilate and he sucks in a quick breath, adam’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat as he watches you carefully.

“god,” he exhales slowly and carefully. he calls out your name—firm and resolute—with an eyebrow cocked upward. “you’re giving me those eyes . . . fuck. tell me what you want to do. now.” he runs one hand down his face in a feeble attempt to calm himself down, eyes fluttering close as he takes in another deep breath before looking back at you, waiting for you to answer him. he keeps his hands to himself, refusing to touch you until you give him the green light.

there are so many things you want to do to him; so many things you want him to do to you. even in his lust, he looks at you like you put the twinkling stars in the night sky with your very own hands, and god, you kinda wanna sit on his face for it.

it’s a risky statement to make but it’s a risk you’re willing to take. you know that he’s going to jump your bones the second you give him the green light.

“i wanna bite you while you fuck my brains out.”

jaemin doesn’t waste any time—just as you had predicted. he crawls towards you on the bed and once you’re within his reach, he wraps one strong arm around your waist to pull you onto his lap. you’re surprised by the sheer strength that he possesses, evident in the soft gasp and the slightly disoriented look when you realise you’re not where you once were.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” you chastise him with a small pout.

“what am i doing on purpose?” jaemin feigns innocence with a mischievous grin. he pushes away the messy locks of hair that have fallen on your face while the other holds you in place. your eyes trail from his well-manicured hand to his bicep flexing and relaxing with every movement. he takes your chin between his curved index finger and thumb and redirects your gaze so it’s on him. “hey. eyes on me, pretty.” his voice is low and demanding, a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes as the corner of his lips curls upwards into a smirk. a hot rush of blood flows straight to your core and cheeks from the sudden action.

he uses the hold he has on your chin as leverage to bring your face closer to him until your lips meet halfway. sweet, chaste kisses turn into hot, desperate ones within mere heartbeats. he keeps chasing after you every time you pull away for breath, the grip around you firm as he holds you in place. he doesn’t shy away from contact, no. his hand moves from your chin to cradle the base of your scalp, guiding your head so there’s no accidental bumping while the other slides underneath one of his old shirts that you’re wearing.

the second you’re both pulling away for fresh air, there’s tension and a vague competitiveness that circles the both of you. he glances at you with half-lidded eyes, provoking you with a cheeky smirk and a raise of his eyebrows. this motherfucker. you’re suddenly overcome with a compelling urge to mark him up with hickeys and scratch lines. so, you act on your desires.

you mirror what he likes to do to you: your left hand gently grabs his jaw and turns his face away so you have more access to his neck, lips finding the right spots for you to sink your teeth in and suckle on the flesh until you get him to groan for you. you rock your clothed core against his hardening erection, swathing your tongue over a fresh hickey. you’re rewarded with a deep, throaty groan that rings in your head and sends another rush of blood to your cunt.

“shit, baby,” he exhales slowly in a feeble attempt to keep his composure as you continue your quest.

“gotta let everyone know you belong to me, handsome.” your lips ghost over his ear, whispering words of innocent sin in a low voice to hear another grunt of pleasure from him. satisfied with the reactions he’s giving you, you resume devoting your attention to marking up his neck and chest.

“you’re gonna drive me crazy.” there’s a desperation in his voice where you know he wants to take over. you’re not sure what’s taken over him but decides to let you play first. not that you’re complaining, of course.

you form a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over his broad chest and collarbones, eyelids fluttering against his hot skin until you enclose your lips around one nipple. “oh, shit–!” jaemin’s hips buck up into yours from the sudden sensation of your tongue swirling around the pert bud. his wanton reaction stirs one from you, but you bite back the moan that threatens to spill.

the ache in your core is beginning to become unbearable and you wonder just how much self-control he’s exercising. his hands on your hips are eagerly pushing your heat down against his erection, weakly humping you like a teenage boy experiencing his first sexual encounter.

when you lean back to marvel at your work, you’re greeted with a sight that consumes you with unbridled lust and makes your whole body run hot.

he’s so pretty with his face flushed, flowers of rouge and plum on his neck, collarbones, and chest, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. he’s panting softly, lips swollen from being bitten and sucked on thanks to you, and for a brief moment, the golden late noon sun that peeks through your covered blinds envelopes him in an ethereal glow.

your nails gently rake down his sculpted biceps as you ascend back up, following your trail of hickeys until you find your faces mere inches from each other once again.

“hey, you,” jaemin exhales before giving you a soft, chaste kiss. “had fun?” he asks softly. you giggle, nodding as you cup his face to properly kiss him this time.

even when he’s desperate for air, his lips trap yours in a feverish lock as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. his hips buck upwards into yours every other heartbeat. dexterous hands dance along your body, toying with the fabric that keeps your exposed skin from him. he’s starting to get restless for some proper action—a constant habitual reaction that you’ve noticed from him every time you’re about to get frisky.

he starts to grab and knead possessively at your love handles. that’s when you know: it’s his turn to undress you.

jaemin grabs a fistful of your shirt hem and pulls it over your head before tossing it over his shoulder into a forgotten corner. one hand is on your waist, the other ghosting his fingertips down your spine so your back gently arches into him. he nibbles on your bottom lip and presses your throbbing core against his erection.

the action elicits a soft gasp of surprise from you. he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips while fondling your right breast, pinching and rolling his thumb over your hardened nipple. he begins his own trail of open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your chest just so he can hear your pretty moans.

you don’t even realise that he had been slowly making you lean down until your back hits the mattress. he suddenly stops and your mind is reeling to hazily explore the one thousand and one reasons he might have paused.

before you can even think to ask if everything is okay, jaemin slides your panties to the side and latches his lips onto your clit.

shockwaves spread through your body and your hands immediately fly to his hair, thighs clenching around him when he suckles on the sensitive nub.

“jaemin!” you whine in defeat, eyes fluttering shut with your head thrown back. he only hums in response and the vibrations send another wave of electricity up your spine.

he languidly laps at your juices, his gaze constantly flitting between your face and your core. he eats you out like he’s been given a lavish meal by the gods. he toys with your clit—suckling, flicking, rolling at the nub just to watch your face contort and scrunch up in equal parts pleasure and frustration of not getting what you want. a wide grin appears on his face when your eyes meet and you whine his name in a long drag.

jaemin’s tongue starts to dance along your lower lips, collecting your juices on the wet muscle before he thrusts it deep into your core. you moan from the relief of having something shoved inside of you, walls clenching tightly around him which pulls a throaty grunt from your boyfriend.

the lewd, wet sounds of slurping and sucking fill your shared bedroom. you feel your cheeks and neck burn from how embarrassing and erotic it is but you’re too occupied with how good it feels to have his tongue stretch you out. your high is creeping upon you slowly and before you can push his head deeper so you can ride his face, he pulls away to wrap his lips around your neglected bud.

“tastes so fucking sweet,” he groans around your clit. long, dexterous fingers dig into the pillowy flesh of your thighs as he pins you down, not allowing a single movement from you. “could eat you out all day, baby.” your frustration picks away at you, tears welling in your eyes, walls clenching desperately around nothing. a needy whine is pulled from your throat before you can even stop yourself.

jaemin hums and looks back up at you, raising an eyebrow upward smugly. you’re glaring down at him, body burning with need and lust, while he continues to flick his pointed tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves. your body starts to twitch from how sensitive you are, fingers digging deep into his fluffy brown locks but he’s not done playing with you yet.

“need something, pretty?” there’s a gentle slur in his words, pretty pink lips stained with your pearlescent arousal as he rises to his feet. you don’t even know when he discarded his clothes but he’s naked with his cock throbbing against his stomach. he wraps his fingers around his duo-toned erection, spreading beads of precum on himself. “c’mon baby, use your words for me.”

the mattress dips where he parts your thighs with an authoritative bump of his knee, climbing over you like a predator surveying its prey. he leans forward, free hand gently grabbing your jaw while the other lazily pumps himself. he cocks an eyebrow upward as he grinds his bare cock against your sopping folds, letting his heavy tip catch against your clit just to watch you whimper and tremble from the sensation.

“want your cock in me now, jaem,” you whine desperately. he’s second-guessing himself and you can see it in the way his features soften a little in concern. he will always get you to cum at least once before he penetrates and this is the first time he will be forgoing it. but you—you’re desperate. your juices are dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets and you’re beyond sure that he’ll be able to slip right in.

“are you sure, angel?” jaemin’s thumb runs over your bottom lip. when presented with the opportunity, who are you to deny yourself of taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it? his eyes darken, lids drooping halfway and brows furrowing just the slightest. “you’re gonna be the death of me. use your words, pretty.”

he’s caught in a trance-like state as he watches you suck on his thumb. you know he’s tempted to pull his thumb away to replace it with his ring and middle fingers just to see how deep you can take him in. since he denied you of your pleasure, you’ll deny him of his.

you release his thumb from your lips with a soft, wet pop before gazing up at him through your lashes.

“i need you to fuck me now, jaemin. i need you.”

like a switch had been flipped, he cusses under his breath and looks down to guide his cockhead to your entrance. without a hint of a warning, he bullies his cock into your warm, awaiting cunt.

“fuck!” he groans when you wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his lower back to encourage him to push deeper. meanwhile, your head is thrown back, eyes rolling back as he sinks further into you, walls tightening around him like a vice. jaemin grabs your jaw once again to force your gaze onto him. “look at me when you’re taking my fat cock, baby.”

you force your eyes open with a shaky breath, doing exactly as you’re told as you pant hotly. he continues burying himself into you until he bottoms out and his eyes bore into you when your face contorts in pure pleasure of feeling the euphoric stretch of your walls to accommodate his heavy girth.

“fuck, how are you always so fucking tight?” he’s the first to break eye contact, lids squeezing shut as he lets you get used to his size. his head falls forward and he takes the opportunity to plant sweet kisses all over your face and cheeks. you know better than anyone that it’s his way of distracting himself while you get used to his size before he starts to fuck you. it’s not like you haven’t fucked in a long time—he’s just big enough for you to struggle even when you’re at least two orgasms down.

“m-move,” you barely whisper.

with your consent, he rolls his hips forward to test the waters and he’s rewarded with a needy whine paired with your walls squeezing around him.

jaemin’s right hand plants firmly on your hip while the other gently grabs your jaw to give him more access to your neck. there’s no warning when he starts ploughing into you, cockhead burying itself deep into your cunt with every upward snap of his hips. pleasure spreads through your body in constant waves as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you with reckless abandon. his name rips through your throat in tandem with the sounds of skin smacking against skin bouncing off the thin walls.

“such a desperate little whore.” his lips latch onto your neck as he continues driving his heavy cockhead deep against all of the good spots. “always so fucking tight for me.” he sighs almost wistfully. the hand that was on your jaw moves to wrap around your throat, fingers pressing down on the right spots to restrict your airflow.

you’re already so sensitive, sparks igniting all over your body, but he angles his hips higher so his tip is aggressively bullying the exact spot that has you seeing stars. your feeble hands wrap around his wrist as he leers over you with a domineering grin.

the sight of him so consumed with lust has your heart racing from how handsome yet hedonistic he looks. his onyx eyes are blown with a dark eagerness, strands of deep brown locks sticking to his temples as beads of sweat form trails down his hairline. his lips are pink and swollen from being kissed so lovingly whilst his neck and collarbones are littered with hickeys done in your name. he looks so sinful. it’s an intoxicating view that sends your head into a tailspin and another hot burst straight to your core.

“you look so pretty when you’re so fucked out, angel,” he hissed through his teeth. “so cockhungry you can’t even speak? all you needed was my cock and you’ll be satisfied, ain’t that right?”

before you can argue with him, jaemin pulls his cock out from you and slaps the tip against your neglected clit. you whine from the sudden emptiness when he pulls away from you, desperate for his hands on your body.

“jaem . . .” your complaint comes in the form of a weak whisper that he only chuckles quietly in response. “i wanna feel you, jaem.”

“patience is a virtue, pretty.” there’s a gentle lilt in his voice and through your glossy vision you can see the grin. he’s having fun taking his own sweet time with you while you crave for his touch. as punishing as it is, part of you is quivering with anticipation for what comes next.

jaemin sinks down onto his knees until he’s face to face with your lower lips. he brings his left hand down to your dripping core, middle and index fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. he huffs in amusement as he watches your hole clench desperately around him. in embarrassment, you try to close your thighs to hide from him but he’s quicker and far stronger. one strong grip of warning and you submit in a heartbeat.

“such a gorgeous cunt . . . probably waiting for more of my cock, hm?” he asks without really asking, gaze flitting up to yours and he’s chuckling once again when you nod desperately.

he rises to his feet, casually patting his hand against your pussy and making it a point for the heel of his palm to put pressure against your throbbing clit.

“jaemin . . .”

“shh, we’ll get there, baby. patience.”

he pulls you up into a sitting position with ease before he takes his own space on his side of the bed. his back is against the headboard, pillows supporting him as he sits back and strokes his aching cock. you stare at him through your wet lashes, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“pretty baby wants my cock, right?” you nod eagerly. “show me how badly you want it, then.” you want to glare and huff and puff and throw a tantrum but his stern gaze penetrates right through you. you pout in a feeble attempt to get him to at least pull you onto his thick lap again but he doesn’t budge.

“you’re so mean.” you complain with a grumble. with trembling thighs and arms you crawl over to him anyway. you don’t think look too hot or sexy but jaemin watches your every move like he’s going to eat you up the second you’re in his grasp. he maintains eye contact as he cleans up the hand that he used to touch himself, flat tongue licking and swirling around his dexterous digits. god, he looks so fucking hot.

you don’t know what he’s going to do next but you’re going to take advantage of getting up close so you can sink your teeth into his shoulders and your nails into his biceps.

“oh, i’m mean for giving you a chance to prove how much your slutty pussy wants my fat cock?” his words are so vulgar and it sends a hot rush straight to your core. when you straddle him, cockhead ghosting over your pussy lips, he gently takes your chin between his thumb and curled index finger to guide your eyes onto him. “why are you so quiet? cat got your tongue, doll?”

“no.” you huff in defence. jaemin chuckles in amusement when you plant both your hands on his shoulders and turn your face away slightly. when you’ve steadied yourself successfully, you take the base of his cock and line him up with your entrance.

as much as you would love to worship his body as he did to you, you’re far too impatient and too desperate to chase after your high. he’s been teasing you relentlessly and you’re going to get what you’ve been craving for.

you sink yourself down onto his cock, taking deep breaths while your walls flutter restlessly around his girth. his hands fly to your waist and guide you until you’re buried to the hilt. the tip is snugly kissing your g-spot when you’re seated properly, thighs burning from the effort after being relentlessly toyed with. your head drops and a soft moan of his name comes from your throat, forehead resting against his shoulder.

“shit,” he curses under his breath. the grip he has on your waist moves to your ass, kneading the pillowy flesh and littering kisses all over your temple and exposed shoulder. “you okay, pretty? i know my cock is too big for your greedy cunt but you take it like a good slut anyway, don’t you?” your whimpers and weak nods in response to his lewd words made his cock twitch inside of you, sending chills up your spine.

it drives you insane the way he can be so sweet and gentle while calling you such mean and obscene names. and you hate the way it makes your walls clench like a vice around him.

“yeah? i knew you liked being called a good slut.” jaemin’s fingers dig into you, biceps bulging as he effortlessly lifts you up and down his cock at a slow and steady pace. every time he sinks you down, he makes it a point to snap his hips upwards to meet you halfway. “such a cockhungry angel. what would everyone say if they saw you drooling all over my cock, huh?”

you mewl weakly in response, biting down on his shoulder to suppress your moans while your nails dig into his biceps.

“fuck, you really like getting called such dirty names, don’t you?” he bullies his cockhead right where it makes you see stars in your vision just so he can hear your sweet cries for mercy. you feel a little lightheaded from the pleasure coursing through your veins with every gentle yet hard thrust into you, blissfully taking his cock as he wants you to. “you’re so fucking dirty, baby. whose cock does this pussy belong to?”

you want to say his name, to say that it’s him, but you’re too drunk on the feeling of him wrapped around your walls to think of anything coherent.

“already dumb on my cock? i’ve barely begun, babe.”

while he’s still inside of you, jaemin secures your legs around his waist before he pushes you onto your back, changing your positions once more. the air gets knocked out of your lungs at the sudden switch, meekly whimpering his name when he checks on you. when he’s sure you’re okay, he gives you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

you don’t even realise that he has your knees hooked on his shoulders, his own digging into the mattress on either side of you. before you can process what is happening, you’re left gasping for air once again when he starts pounding into you with reckless abandon.

“jaemin!” a broken cry of his name rips through your throat when he snakes one hand down to roll your clit in figure eights. between his cock ruining your walls and the added stimulation to your throbbing clit, there’s nothing but sweet release and pleasure that fills your mind. “j-jaem, fuck, ‘s too– fuck!”

“too what, baby? is it too much? is my fat cock too much for you, baby?” he growls into your ear yet places a sloppy, tender kiss on your jawline. “you were just begging to get fucked like a whore and now—shit—and now my angel’s complaining it’s too much?” he punctuates the last three words with a thrust harder and rougher than the last, sending your head into a tailspin as your jaw drops to mewl weakly.

his words sink into your skin, touch electrifying as he patiently helps you reach your high.

“it’s– fuck, jaemin!” you weep pathetically with your walls clenching around him like a vice. you bite down on your lower lip as tears spring from your eyes due to the overstimulation of him relentlessly hitting your g-spot again and again while toying with your throbbing clit. the familiar knot starts to form and build up in your stomach, your body burning up with a feverish lust that only he can take care of. “i’m close, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please!”

“my baby’s close?” he echoes. beads of sweat drip down his chin and mix with yours on your body. you didn’t think he could get any rougher but he proves you otherwise with his incessant rolling and tapping on your throbbing bud. he leans back to allow his free hand to play with your tits—kneading, pinching and rolling at your sensitive nipples with calloused fingers. “go on, baby. make a mess all over my cock before i fill you up, can you do that for me?”

all of the stimulations are piling up. you can’t focus on one thing at all; everything is too much all at once and the knot in your stomach is tightening dangerously. every shove and drag of his cock within your walls leave you gasping for hair, sucking him back in desperately when he withdraws himself. the sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills your ears, your moans bouncing off the walls in tandem with jaemin snapping his hips against yours. your eyes fly open—when had they shut?—to look at your boyfriend whose dark eyes burn with a feral desire to make you come undone.

“what’s wrong, baby? need me to talk you through your orgasm?” as if your body doesn’t feel hot enough already, your cheeks burn and you weakly manage a nod. he grins, clearly proud that he has this effect on you. “c’mon baby, i know you want my cum to fill you up. don’t you? i know you can do it for me, i’m close too. make a mess all over my fat cock and show me who this tight cunt belongs to.”

his words are all that it takes to bring you your sweet release. his name is ripped from your throat as your orgasm hits you in a dangerous wave, pussy clamping down on him and forming milky white rings around his cock. jaemin doesn’t stop pounding recklessly into you nor does he stop toying with your clit, switching between tapping and rolling the bud as he helps you ride out your high while he chases after his own.

“so good, you’re so fucking good for me,” he groans. the wet squelching sounds get lewder with every drag of his cock through your fluttering walls. you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about it but for some reason you are. your boyfriend doesn’t give you enough time to think about it as his thrusts get sloppier and he starts to lose his rhythm. “fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry for me. your cunt’s so fucking good, so tight f’me, fuck! i’m gonna cum, you gonna let me fill your needy pussy up, angel?”

“yes, fuck, yes!” both of your hands reach out to cup his face to direct his gaze onto you. “need you to fill me up, jaemin. wanna be dripping full of your cum. cum for me, baby.” your words act as the catalyst to helping him come undone.

his hips stutter against yours, face scrunching up and eyes fluttering shut as your name comes in a long, whiny drag from his throat. his cock twitches once, twice, before you’re filled with his hot seed. the sensation makes your shoulders tense up slightly, quietly moaning at the warmth.

jaemin, while still buried deep inside of you, carefully maneouvres himself so you’re both lying down on the bed. he makes an effort to pull you close into his chest and let him be your mattress to avoid hurting you. both of you are panting heavily, lightheaded from the dizzying pleasure as the after-sex buzz crawls underneath your skin.

“you feeling okay, pretty?” he’s the first to check in on you, turning his head to the side. he reaches his hand out to push locks of your hair that are stuck to your face. in his peripheral vision, he catches the bite marks and faint scratches that adorn his bicep and he laughs through his nose. “jesus christ, babe. sure did a number on me this time, huh?”

his words are swirling in your head and you grin lazily while looking up at him.

“you should look at yourself in the mirror next, handsome.” he cracks another smile at the slight slur in your speech, obviously worn from the spontaneous session.

jaemin lovingly leans into you to press a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering as if he’s letting the affection pour from his soul and into yours.

“i love you, _____.” he confesses in a soft whisper—a confession meant only for you to hear. “let’s take a ten-minute break before i set up the bath so we can clean up, yeah?” his hand rests at your waist, thumb massaging circles and mindless shapes into the soft flesh.

“i love you too, jaemin.” you whisper back. “we can do that.” although your body is still buzzing from the aftermath of what might just be one of your most satisfying orgasms in the past week, you’re stubborn enough to want to take care of him too. in the safety of his arms, you allow yourself to succumb to the exhaustion as your eyelids slowly fall shut.