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And just in case y'all needed a reminder, it's black history month 😎happy black history month to my sisters and brothers, I love y'all

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WHEW….that was a lot…i wish you could see the look on my face halfway in like WOW

Behind Closed Doors | S. JOHNNY

Im listening to Daddy Issues and you should too

→ Pairings: Johnny Suh x afab!Reader | Mark Lee x afab!Reader

→ Summary: According to your overly critical best friend, Johnny Suh is not a good boyfriend. Good boyfriends don't leave the kinda marks Johnny leaves. How could you let your best friend know that none of his marks were unwanted? 

Or

Your kinky relationship exposed!

→ Warnings: Boyfriend!Johnny, Best Friend!Mark, Angst, Age Gap Relationship, Language, Established Relationship, Trust Issues, Jealousy, Toxicity, Male Manipulation, Gaslighting, Manhandling, Marking, Implied Curvy!Reader, Smut +18 (mdni), Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Hard Dom!Johnny, Sub!Reader, Premature Ejaculation, Fingering, PiV, Degradation Kink, Impact Play, Forced Breeding, Spit Play, DUB/CON, Grinding, Forced Orgasm, Rough Sex, Humiliation Kink, Slight CNC, Extreme Humiliation

Part two with Mark Probably

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You had never been touched like this. Not by the hands of the very few men who you ignorantly called ‘a boyfriend’.

This was different.

This was new.

Johnny had initially been nothing but caring and careful when it came to preserving what he thought was your innocence.

You remember the softness of his hands during your first time. How he hovered above you, clenching his jaw

“Safety first,” Johnny said, in quite a dorky fashion as he reached over to his nightstand to grab a condom. 

Over the tattoos splayed on his shoulder, you spied him grabbing one of the many condoms that lay in that drawer. You swallowed thickly as your legs began to tremble.

Johnny lay a warm hand on your thigh. “Woah, hey- I'll go slow, yeah?”

He ripped the condom open with his teeth and in no time, he was lining his cock up at your entrance.

“Just relax.”

The thing is, you're not sure if you wanted him to go slow, especially when he eased inside and the pain hurt so good.

"I don’t have anywhere to be, take your time," you had jested with a lazy smile while Johnny's jaw tensed and ticked.

 "Carry on with your little jokes and I might not be so forgiving," Johnny thought he might force himself deeper and ruin your first time just because his patience was waning. This gentleness was going against everything in his very nature. His body burned for him to make a mess inside you, clamp his hand around your mouth and fuck you into the mattress until you begged him to stop. And you would have the marks to prove it.

But he liked you.

 And he had never felt this way before.

He would never let his recklessness steal you away from him

But you felt him twitch inside you, and you peered up at his brown eyes now squeezed shut. You couldn't see his pained expression even in the dim blue lighting in Johnny's room. He was hovering above you, the sheets still draped over his broad shoulders as his hands pressed into the pillow where your head rested.

"What were you thinking about?” you had asked softly, as Johnny began a slow rhythm with his hips- barely grazing that pool of need inside you.

"Don't worry about it-” he then asked, “It this good?" Johnny blew out a hot and heavy breath. The first trickle of pleasure had begun to expand across your abdomen and you moaned as you ran your hands through Johnny's short cropped hair "It must be… You're cunt is gripping my cock like a vice, you fucking slut," 

He didn't mean to say that.

Or maybe he did. 

The words rushed out through clenched teeth and your thighs that were framing him only locked tighter around his hips as you stared up at his darkened eyes. This is what you wanted. This is what made you fall in love with him in the first place.

His warning glare alone kicked your arousal up by a lot and soon, your soft hips were lifting in tandem with his strokes, "you like that?" 

For the first time since you began, you were utterly speechless. Johnny watched with shallow breaths as your pupils dilated. His cock twitched with the knowledge that you were slipping into subspace right before his eyes. He experimentally brought a calloused hand around the base of your throat, testing, "you like it when I call you my little slut?"

"Oh fuck- Johnny-"

"That's not an answer,"

"Yes! Kay- Fuck, Yes, I'm your slut-" 

“Shit-” he had cum inside you that very moment, hands fumbling to squeeze his cock and stop The inevitable. Seeing him cum prematurely had triggered you, and you slipped in your orgasm right underneath him, hips raising to meet his.

That evening, Johnny Suh had introduced you to a whole new world. 

He would sooner make it his sole mission to discover what else it is you enjoyed. Marvelling at how much your sexual preferences ran parallel to his: you, ever the obedient sub with an affinity for being degraded and praised at the same time and him, ever the sadist, with his prolonged orgasms and his slapping and his spitting and his name calling.

Just thinking about it was sending you into servitude, right here on the couch. Bloody hell, you were getting turned on by the very memory of him. 

You were supposed to be studying. 

The summer heat is eating you alive, biting at chunks of your sanity, rendering you completely unable to study. Your tired eyes have been stagnant on the same line for more than a minute as you ran through your lewd flashbacks. The same definition of Conditional Learning being read over and over again without ever once being retained in your long term memory bank. 

In all honesty, you wish to be rid of this horrible sweater.

There was a reason you had worn it. 

A reason that you're quickly starting to forget. 

“Dude, I swear I have no idea what's going on right now,” 

You snap your eyes up at Mark on the end of the other side of the couch which the two of you occupied together.

“My brain's fucking blank-” Mark's fingers dig through scalp as long brown strands of hair fall over his eyes and he fiddles with the rim of his thick-rimmed glasses. “Test me. Ask me about unconditional responses-”

You sigh, “Mark, what's an unconditional respo-”

“I have no idea! I'm clueless!” His Nike sweatpants stretch as Mark spreads his legs and closes his eyes. You watch with unimpressed eyes as he sinks further into the couch. Mark peeks up at you from between his fingers.

“We could like, kiss and see if I'm inspired to study.” Your eyes widen as you extend your leg to deliver a much needed kick to his ribs.

“YO- I WAS KIDDING-” 

You made sure to keep an adequate amount of space between the two of you while you attempted to study, hoping to ward off any of Mark’s teasing while your boyfriend was stationed in the adjacent room.

“Don't make jokes like that,” you shake your head, feeling wholly and completely unimpressed with his behaviour. Mark was hardly ever this flirty when your boyfriend isn't around. This act was specially for the purposes of annoying Johnny. 

“Why?” He asks, leaning over while a devilish smirk plays across his face. “Afraid your old ass boyfriend's gonna hear-”

“Study.” You warn with narrowed eyes before mumbling, “And he's not old.”

“He's way too old for you,”

“We have an 8 year age gap-”

“When you were still in diapers he was a fully grown kid-”

“Study.”

The summer sun is very oppressive and incredibly unforgiving. 

Nothing but warm, uncomfortable air drifts over your legs. All while your best friend does what he does best: he complains.

"I can't do this, can you?," Mark rubs a large hand over his face, the couch dips as he twists and turns on the other end. 

"This isn't about whether we ‘can’." Your eyes quickly flit up to his before landing on your screen, "We have to."

A deep close-lipped frown sets over Mark's face as he releases one big and despondent sigh. His work lay forgotten on his lap as he threw his head backwards. While you continue perusing the same line, Mark brings your leg up over his lap instead, pushing his books onto the floor. His hands work wonders on your legs as you continue trying to study. 

“Since when does your apartment smell like cigarettes and whiskey?" He can barely keep his dark eyes stationed to one spot, instead turning his disapproval to his surroundings.

You and Mark had chosen to alternate locations for every study session. For English, you were forced to recount Shakespeare on the cold floor of Mark's apartment. You hated Shakespeare at the best of times but watching Mark exchange saliva with his Girl-of-the-week after every closing act had soured you to Shakespearean media even more.

Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) you were both studying in your apartment - a dire mistake because nearly everything in your house reminded you of him. 

When your eye caught sight of the blank television, your brain immediately cut to that moment when Johnny had connected his phone to the TV. His hands on your cheeks as he forced you to watch yourself getting absolutely violated by him in the latest video of you two.

The couch upon which you're currently seated brought on memories from when Johnny had forced you onto your back. You were trembling, barely able to form any coherent sentences the way you were so wound up with pleasure. So strung up on exhaustion. Johnny however was far from exhausted, and you quickly learned that playtime ended when he wanted it to. 

That evening you were left, screaming and crying like a madwoman as your fingers dug into his short cropped hair. His face was buried in between your legs, nipping at your cunt so continuously you feared serious nerve damage.

He didn't stop even when you asked him to stop and after the nth orgasm you had blacked out, right here on this very couch.

Then there is the kitchen counter where he had forced your cheeks to the cold surfaces as he took you from behind. Johnny is insatiable whenever it comes to you and the softness of your body, but whenever he found himself inside you, it was a gamble. Would he come undone the second he was inside you? Or would he delay his orgasm, making it absolute hell for the both of you?

That's all your escapades excluding the bedroom. Now that was a whole different beast altogether.

There wasn't a square metre in this entire apartment that didn't have Johnny besmeared all over it.

Your biggest reminder of his presence in your life being the marks riddled along your sternum, neck and chest. All the little gifts he left you, hidden away under the thickness of a woollen turtleneck.

Your best friend feigned hyperbolic horror as he rolled himself onto the floor with his back pressed against the leather couch.

"We should have just studied in my apartment," 

"And have me at risk of catching whatever diseases lay in the Mark Lee bloodline?" You quickly shoot back, still grumbling from Mark's revolving door of women that made it difficult to study at his place. 

"Besides, we have to keep it fair..." you mumble, eyes squinting at your laptop screen collecting sweat on your thighs as you idly begin stroking the bit of raw skin concealed under your knitted turtleneck. It is not that you hated your bestfriend- you just didn't fancy his opinions about your relationship. 

To Mark, the possibility of you ever being in a relationship, with an actual boy who displayed interest in you, had been remarkably low. You never entertained any male attention because your collegiate career always came first. To Mark, your relationship needed to come with a trigger warning.

Upon their first meeting, Johnny and Mark had shook hands rather stiffly despite the amicable smiles they exchanged. Mark immediately ended the night off with a quick and solemn 'I don't like him.'

Whether by divine right or not, Johnny had said the exact same thing about Mark when he left that evening. You had said your goodbyes, shuffled into the kitchen where pots roared and steamed clouded the air. Mark was chopping salami, an apron wrapped firmly around his waist. You loved seeing him work in the kitchen. You loved watching him cook for you.

"I don't like him." Johnny had said, dampening your daydreams “How long have you known him?" 

Your brows had been furrowed, your arms folded. “Excuse me-”

Your boyfriend had kept his cold eyes on the chopping board as he cut you off and asked, “It's not rocket science, babe,” he snickers, “How long?"

"Little over 3 years," you had replied, feeling very, very meek with no apparent reason why. Johnny had this habit of bringing you down to size whenever you were with him. Despite being a soft, curvy and fully grown woman, he made you feel like a child. 

It didn't help that while he spoke, Johnny was feeding you bits of the salami he was chopping on the board.

"Where did you meet him?" He continued chopping while you talked.

"We were first years together. Both kinda lost. Both didn't really know what we were doing." 

He brings another slice of salami to your mouth and you graciously accept it as you think back on your fondest memories with Mark. "He's just... always been there," you smile quite warmly to yourself as you lean back against the counter. 

Johnny hums and for once you had thought you might have won an argument against Johnny. 

You should've known better.

"You're not a lost little first year anymore, are you?" He asks the question so fleetingly, you nearly miss it. You crinkle your eyebrows as he concludes his chopping.

"Hm?" Johnny wipes his hands with a washcloth, beginning to clean up his work area.

"You're not a little first year anymore." Johnny says, nodding to himself as he keeps a blank smile on his workspace. 

"Sorry what-" 

"This Mark guy." Johnny says as he drops the chopping board into the sink  for cleaning, "You don't need him anymore. Not when you have me."

You could barely move with the amount of sheer and unfiltered shock and perhaps alarm that had run into your bloodstream as you watched Johnny wash his hands under the streaming water faucet.

His movements were so calm, so languid, you wondered if you had heard him correctly.

Maybe you were too tired? 

Maybe you had only imagined he had said those words?

Johnny wiped his hand on his apron as he made his way to the stove. On his way, he smiles quickly down at you before planting a kiss on the side of your cheek, "No more Mark Lee for you-” He smiled that sunshine smile, booping your nose before moving you out of the way, “Sorry baby, I need the knife,"

Needless to say, your relationship with Johnny had been very confusing, and so completely disorienting. He'd often say things you don't think normal people would just say with a straight face. He'd often speak like it cost nothing at all to voice his thoughts. It was weird but also so incredibly thrilling. You had never met anyone like him.

"I hope you know, I'm not on board with your relationship-" Mark's grumbles from his spot on the floor turns into a groan when you kick at the side of his head.

"Can we refrain from talking about Johnny and just study?"

"This isn't even dating anymore." He continues, purposely speaking louder, you think, just so Johnny could hear him. 

You already suspected you might be in trouble from the moment Mark showed up to study. Johnny had answered the door with a soft, “Oh it's you. Cool”. All you could say was "Mark and I are working together on this thing for school-" barely getting the entirety of your plea out before Johnny had already retreated to your bedroom.

You noticed he hadn't closed the door fully, leaving it slightly ajar for his own reasons.

Mark is still grumbling. "Yo, this Johnny dude is fucking consuming you," There is a blaze of vexation in his tone that has you fighting the urge to look up from your notes, "He's everywhere, y/n, this isn't healthy-" as he talks, your pulse quickens because you know there’s a chance that Johnny can hear everything he's saying.

The marks left along your neck scratch against the hellish, knitted fabric, and Mark's whining seems to make it worse. "Not to mention, your questionable taste in men. I mean, Johnny? Really? He's just so… old and you're far too nice for him-"

Soon, you're utterly overwhelmed. Failing to keep up with Mark, and his incessant nagging as well as the knitted nightmare around your throat. 

"And don't think I havent noticed you ignoring my texts! Is it him?!"

At that moment, a door bangs open.

Your breath hitches. 

Johnny emerges from your bedroom with a quick and hurried gait. His hands are in the sweater of his pants and his eyes? They're fucking deadly. 

He doesn't spare you both a single glance as he says, "I'm just heading out for a smoke." He throws a smile In Mark's direction, “You kids carry on studying,”

He's out the door in a flash.

His anger is palpable, even when he leaves. Even when he smiled

“It's so hot-” Without much thought at all, your fingers hook into your sweater, before you begin to pull it up. Slowly the fabric inches away, making your warm skin accessible to the air conditioning's shade of cool, and relief immediately floods through your system. 

This relief is promptly disturbed by Mark's rough and torrid gasp which has you comically pushing your sweater back into place at the speed of life. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" He yells, prompting you to flinch. You wince, disappointed but not regretting being momentarily freed from the sweater, 

"Nothing,"

"Dude, don't fucking lie to me, I saw that!" he says, leaning towards you with wide eyes. You frown at the worry you see swimming in his irises - thinking that this is precisely what you were trying to avoid. His worry and his knack for jumping to conclusions. 

Your nose is buried in your notes as you lay back and say "Don't look so worried,"

"Don't tell me not to look worried!" He shuffles up from off the floor, "I'll look as worried as I wanna look!" 

"Shh!" You reign your braids into one frustrated ponytail before lowering your head to your hands, "Please shh-"

"What the actual fuck is that Johnny dude trying to accomplish here?" He stands abruptly before he attempts to pull at your sweater. "Is he a fucking vampire because he sure as shit leeches like one!?"

"They're just love bites," you attempt to say with a small shrug, but Mark is even more disturbed,

"Those aren't just love bites, Dude.” He says gravely, “They're fucking bruises,"

You hated his tone. 

You despised it. It made you feel ostracised, and bad, and pitiful.

There is no reality in which you could possibly tell Mark that these marks were a product of your desires, not the villainous being he painted Johnny out to be. As if you were suffering by his hands. 

Was it so difficult to imagine that, perhaps you asked him to handle you a little rougher?

in a wave of frustration you push discard your laptop on the coffee table . Mark is still running along his tangent when Johnny returns from his smoke break.

"There the fuck you are! You fucking insolent piece of-"

"Woah! Okay, Kid, calm down," Johnny says, seeming far more relaxed now than he had been 30 minutes ago. He somehow seems taller as he towers over both you and Mark. “Could hear you screaming from outside-” He makes his way to you still frozen on the couch as he murmers a "Please get the fuck out of my girlfriend's house." 

Leaving Mark standing in the middle of your living room as he turns to you. Johnny sits right beside you, pulling you into his arms as he reiterates, "Princess, tell Mark to leave. " 

You had messed up. 

Your eyes flit between your best friend, who was seething, and your boyfriend, who put his arm around you and forced you into his side. 

You'd let a stranger in on the most intimate parts of your relationship and you're not sure how Johnny might handle it. His brows furrow in confusion.

"Nah bro, not till I find out what the hell you've been doing to her?" Mark can barely keep his voice from thundering loud in the apartment and you wince.

"What?" Johnny asks. He turns his head in a questioning motion, staring down at you with confused eyes. “Oh,” he says cooly, “you mean these,” And in that moment your body goes numb as Johnny's index finger slides over the collar of your turtleneck. You're still as he pulls the material down, showing Mark his prized collection. "Dunno why she hides them-”

You try to shrug his hand off as Johnny arrogantly continues, "Don't hide it, Princess, show it off-"

"This isn't even studying. We'll continue tomorrow," you stand abruptly as you scramble to get all of Mark's things off the floor. This has gone on for far too long.

Far too long.

Mark watches you assemble his belongings with wide eyes and an open mouth with an incredulous smirk playing along his lips.

"No way-"

You're already pushing him towards the door.

"I'll text you-"

"No fucking way-"

You gather his backpack before handing him his shoes. "Mark Lee for fuck's sake, everything we've done has been consensual. Please get the fuck out so I can think straight!" 

He is stunned into silence as you wordlessly open your front door. "I'm a grown fucking woman, who will call you tomorrow-"

You're glaring daggers at him and Mark isn't quite sure he likes that. Having your anger directed at everyone else was always safe. It was comfortable. But he couldn't stand it if you were actually mad at him.

"I trust you-" he says with a firm nod.

You hear Johnny chuckle with a loud obnoxious snort.

"That's all I'm asking." You reply before you slam the door shut. You're absolutely seething and you're not sure why. The stress of this upcoming paper, Mark and Johnny's petulant bickering... it all has your muscles wound up so tight you could snap.

"I liked that tone." Johnny says when you emerge from the foyer. "You should use it more often-"

"Shut the fuck up," you mumble before crawling onto his lap until your legs were straddling his hips.

"Who're you talking to like tha-" before Johnny could even get a word in, your lips are crashing onto his. It's not as sweet or polite a kiss like he usually expects from you. 

This kiss is loud, it's hungry and violent. His bottom lips are pulled in between your teeth and your body is trembling on top of his. You couldn't tell him that you found his behaviour today both hot and completely inappropriate. 

You're trying to push your tongue into his mouth, you're trying to overpower him and Johnny puts a stop to that real quick.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He asks in that tone that was equally beautiful and so scary to you, "you think just 'cus you shouted at your little friend- who I told you not to meet up with, by the way- you thought you could do the same to me?" The tables are turning, and just as quickly,  Johnny's hand cups the base of your neck. He squeezes right before pulling your neck closer, until your ear is pressed against his lips. "I'm not Mark, yeah?" He asks. And you're not even able to get a word out before he's forcing his forefingers into your mouth until you're gagging all over them. "You get to pull that shit out there. Not in here," 

When he pulls his fingers out, they're absolutely coated in your saliva. He wastes no time in pushing that same hand down your shorts and into your lace panties.

"Who'd you wear these for? D'you wear them for Mark, you fucking slut-"

"Oh my god, Youngho-" your knees cramp as your hips snap against Johnny's hand rubbing fast circles on your clit. He knew he had you when you couldn't help but call him by his Korean name and Johnny cackled as you writhed on his lap like a wild animal. He keeps you tame with a firm hold around your throat.

"Youngie p-please-"

You're not sure what you're asking for. Maybe a slower speed so you could enjoy yourself properly? Anything but those menacing eyes of his looking up at you with dark hunger.

"Who's whore are you, you haven't answered-"

"F-Fuck I'm gonna cum-" 

"Without asking?" He tsks the very moment stars explode in your vision and you're humping his hand like a dog in heat. There was no way you could've ever put off this orgasm and Johnny knew that. He's rubbing so furiously as if he was fighting to get a point across.

"Fuck-" Johnny curses under his breath before pulling his hand out of your shorts. 

You're a trembling mess as Johnny forces you onto the floor. Your knees digging into the carpet. In front of him like this, he's much bigger than you, so much taller and so much larger.

Johnny curses as he makes quick work of messily undoing his drawstring, his hands shaking as much as yours are. 

"Did Mark make you cum that hard just now? Was it Mark?" He keeps his other hand on your cheek, as if you both needed the physical touch to ground you to this very moment. "Fuck, you're such a slut, you know that?" Your eyes are half lidded and watering as you nod dumbly at him. Johnny sits at the edge of the couch, directly in front of you as he forces both hands on the sides of your face. He kisses far harder than you had kissed him. Like he wants to make a point. 

"Take these off- I need'a see those beautiful marks baby," despite his words, it's Johnny who helps you out of your woollen sweater. The beads hanging from your waist jingle. At the sight of all his bruises, far too many to count, covering your entire collar bone, Johnny's hand flies to his dick. 

He pulls you in by the neck for another messy kiss before bringing you to your feet. His lips trail from your cheeks and down to your collarbone where his teeth extend. He bites hungrily into the marks, savouring your loud whining as pushes down your shorts. 

"I'm gonna cum inside you." A gasp leaves your throat and your eyes widen. You crane your neck up at Johnny, his eyes showing just how far gone he is.

"But I didnt- we never-"

"Shh," he whispers before guiding the palm of his hand to your warm cheeks. He caresses the skin, making your eyes go hazy and your limbs jello as Johnny unconsciously has you walking backwards.

"You wanna be good for me, yeah? You wanna be Johnny's whore, don't you?"

"Yeah-" you squeak out when the counter hits your lower back. 

"I knew you'd be a good girl for me," he says before turning you around. It was very similar to the last time. You could tell this was Johnny's favourite position. To have you naked underneath him while he was fully clothed, pressing your face against the surface of the counter.

"You're so hot- fuck-" you hear him mumble above you. You try to crane your head backwards, needing to see the familiarity of his face to stop your heart from beating out of its ribcage.

"Gonna cum inside my Princess-" He pats down at your hair, his fingers dragging through your braids as you mewl into the warm air.

His other hand slides down your back, fingers gliding down your waist beads until he is rubbing his palm against your ass.

"You're trembling, Princess," he says, lowering his sweats to bring his cock out.

"M'sorry" you apologise without even knowing why. It's then that Johnny knows he has you in that very special space. That mental space where you were particularly pliant. So incredibly malleable. His cock twitches in his hand.

"I'm already leaking precum, fuck-" you shudder against the counter, loving the way he got particularly reckless with his mouth whenever he was far too horny. You could feel the arousal leak out of you.

"Pl-Please fuck me, Youngie." Your hand searches the countertops for his, "I need it- need you, please,"

"Oh my Gosh," he mumbles before lining his cock up at your slit. He lifts your torso enough to cup his hand around your breasts before fucking into you furiously. His hips snap against your ass at a quick and stilted pace. As if he was doing it all dod the sole purpose of fucking his cum into you. "My pretty girl," he mumbles as he pushes his cock deeper and deeper into your soaked slit, "My pretty princess," he says, "All fucking mine-"

"I'm cumming-" the words barely leave your mouth before your brain goes absolutely dumb. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body goes into its euphoric spasms.

"You're such a slut- oh my god, I'm gonna fucking cum-"

He snaps his hips against yours. "Gonna breed you-" He says, splaying wet kisses along your back. "Gonna let everyone know who you belong to- fuck-" His resolve snaps and his movements become sloppy. His muscles tense as he spurts all his cum inside you. Seconds feel like hours in the haziness of this rough and raw sex. His hands are everywhere, praising every inch of your skin as his cock stays buried inside you.

"If Mark thinks im letting you go, he's fucking crazy-" Johnny says, dropping little kisses on your back.

He looks down, between your conjoined bodies as he eases his cock out with clenched teeth.

You shiver when his fingers replace his cock. With his middle and index, he forces the cum back inside.

"You can't keep me from seeing my friend, Youngho," you say, voice quiet, so he knows you're completely serious.

Silence follows, as he continues toying with the cum running down your legs.

"We'll talk about it," he says. "Let's get you in a bath,”

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mingi munch.

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LISTEN READING SOMETHING IS THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME AWAKE😭😭 it was worth is tho 10/10 will do again

hoodie season

in which: san is playing video games and is getting a little cold, so he asks you for his hoodie— the hoodie that you just so happen to be wearing

pair: idol!san/afab!reader

word count: 2.5k

content: smut, chair sex, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), creampies, cockwarming, completely consensual!

author's note: okay @k-hotchoisan wrote this hoodie season drabble that i fell in love with and needed to conceptualize immediately (i say as it took me a couple days to finish this) but anyway san and those grey hoodies...... mans needs to calm down before i absolutely lose it.

tag list: @k-hotchoisan apply for the permanent taglist here!

“Baby?” San called out to you— he was sitting in his desk chair and playing video games with the boys, so he was calling out to you from the bedroom.

“Yes, Sannie?” You responded— you were in the living room watching a movie.

“Have you seen my grey hoodie?”

“Which one? The zip-up?”

“No, the other one.”

You kept quiet. The other hoodie San wanted was the one that you were wearing right at that moment. You sunk lower into the couch.

“Y/N? Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“My hoodie? Do you know where it is?”

“Yeah…”

“Can you grab it for me please, darling?”

You exhaled deeply. You didn’t want to give up his hoodie just yet. You were comfy and enjoying your movie. But, San didn’t know that. All he wanted was his hoodie.

“Why don’t you wear the zip-up? It’s hanging on your chair, isn’t it?” You deflected.

“I want the hoodie, babe... What’s going on?”

Sighing, you paused your movie and shuffled into his room. His eyes were glued to his computer screen, so he didn’t see you or your outfit.

“Oh, did you bring the hoodie?” San asked, still not looking at you.

You nodded, knowing that he didn’t get your response. It was only when you turned his chair slightly that San finally looked at you, his face turning pink and his eyes widening.

“AFK, boys,” San spoke into his headset before muting himself and holding his arms out for you.

You stood before him and embraced him, San’s face immediately pressing into your bosom. He let out a happy exhale as he realized that you were braless. “Mmm, baby…  Do you want to keep my hoodie on?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then come here,” San released you and patted his lap. “Keep me warm.”

San’s hands held yours as you moved to sit on his lap. Your legs hung off on either side of him as you pressed your ass onto his thighs. San’s fingers pressed into the small of your back as he held you in place to make sure you were stable on his lap before moving his chair towards his desk. He looked up at you with sparkling eyes and a soft smile that made you want to kiss his lips until they were red and sore. So, you cupped his face with sweater paws and kissed him gently, your lips enveloping his lower lip. With a hum, San wrapped his arms around you completely and reciprocated the kiss, his kisses way hungrier than yours.

The longer the two of you made out, the less of a grip on reality you had. San’s hands going up the hoodie and gripping your hips then waist made your toes tingle. You didn’t realize that you were rocking your hips while kissing him until he broke away and inhaled sharply while shivering. You were going to ask him what happened, but you didn’t have to when your mind cleared up and you felt his bulge pressing against your clothed cunt.

“Baby, I want my cock inside you,” San whispered.

“Okay, darling,” you said with a slight nod.

You held onto his shoulders and pushed yourself up as he worked quickly on releasing his tight bulge. He stroked his penis a couple times before rubbing the head along your panties. Then, he pushed your panties to the side and position himself so that you could sit down comfortably. You bit back a moan as you flung your head back, the feeling of his throbbing cock against your tight walls making your toes curl.

“God, baby… Your pussy was made for me,” San sighed happily as he pressed his head against your shoulder. “You feel so good… Keeping my cock nice and warm…”

He peppered kisses up your neck and along your jawline until you moved to kiss him on the lips. The two of you kept kissing as he held onto your waist. He was about to guide you to bounce on his lap, but he stopped when his friends called his name in his headset.

“San? San! Are you there?”

San broke off the kiss and turned his head to his computer. Holding a finger to his lips, San instructed you to stay quiet before unmuting himself.

“Yeah?”

“We have one raid left,” you heard one of his friends say. “Can you hurry up?”

“Just the one, right Yunho?”

“Yeah, just one, so hurry the fuck up,” another friend said.

“Geez, okay, Woo! Damn…”

San leaned forward to return to his game, his dick shifting slightly as he did so. A moan slipped from your mouth when San cupped your ass with his free hand, his other mouse clicking around on the screen as he prepared for his raid.

The sounds of mouse clicks and keyboard taps filled the room along with San’s instructions to the boys on where to go in the game, but you didn’t hear any of that. Instead, you heard the blood rushing to your ears. You weren’t moving at all on his lap, but you could feel his cock throb painfully hard against your walls. Any time he moved towards his computer screen, you felt him press into you a different way. Your breathing hitched when San adjusted himself slightly in his chair, causing you to press your head into his shoulder. You unintentionally clenched around his dick, making the man’s voice crack as he continued playing his video game.

“Did you even go through puberty, San?” you heard Wooyoung make fun of him.

“Shut the fuck up, Wooyoung,” San hissed.

You heard San slam one of the keys on his keyboard down hard before leaning his head against yours, his voice strained as he whispered, “Baby, just a couple more minutes…”

You whimpered and nodded. In response, San planted a light kiss on your neck and returned to his game.

“Wooyoung, I swear to fucking God, get it together!” San nagged the boy. “Yunho, can you heal that dumbass? We need to finish this raid fast.”

“Okay, okay!”

“Hey, man. I’m trying my best…”

“Try harder. We’re almost done.”

True to his word, it was only a couple of minutes. As soon as the raid ended, San exited the game and turned everything off quickly so that he could cup your ass tightly and stand up with you in his arms. You clung to him as he moved to the bed and laid you down gently, his dick still deep inside you. You whined when San pulled out, your pussy longing to be filled by him again.

“Sorry, baby,” San mumbled as he fumbled with his pants and shirt. “Just give me a second…”

You sat up, narrowed your eyes, and watched your boyfriend strip as quickly as he possibly could, prompting you to strip as well. You slipped your panties off, but just as you were about to remove the hoodie, San stopped you.

“Keep it on. You look so fucking sexy all hot and bothered in my hoodie,” he whispered before leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.

San laid down on the bed, his fully erect red and trembling cock sticking up and waiting for you. You moved so that you were straddling his waist, your hand reaching for his penis and moving the tip against your folds gently. San bit his lower lip, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat as you continued to tease him.

“Fuck, Y/N… Hurry…”

“Patience, Sannie,” you whispered with a smirk.

“I don’t have the energy for that,” he said as he grabbed your waist and pushed you down quickly, causing you to moan loudly.

San didn’t even give you time to think. His hands moved from your waist to your ass, the fabric from the hoodie stretching across as he spread your ass cheeks. More than moving you up and down, he thrust upwards with incredible aggression, the sound of his waist hitting yours echoing around the room. You could barely think straight as he fucked you hard from below. You had your hands on his shoulders, but as his thrusts only got stronger, the strength in your arms left you. You collapsed onto his chest and let out breathy moans and cries as he fucked you fast and hard.

Being pressed against his chest with his hoodie still encompassing your upper body surrounded you in his scent to the point where you thought you were going to overdose on it. Your sopping wet cunt seemed to agree.

“S-sannie!” you cried. “C-cumming!”

“Cum hard on me, baby,” San grunted through grit teeth.

It was when San ran his tongue along your neck and up to your ear that you hit your climax. You came loudly, fluid leaking out of you as you came with San’s dick still ramming deep into you. You finished entirely when San pulled out, your thighs and arms trembling and barely keeping you up.

“Look at you so fucking sexy when I fuck you outta your goddamn mind,” San said with a low, sultry voice. “You love my cock that much, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you murmured. “My pussy loves your fat cock so much, baby.”

“Let’s make your pussy happier, then.”

San flipped you so that you were on your back, giving your arms and legs a break. You were completely splayed out on the bed as you watched San stroke his penis a couple times, prepping himself and you before he re-entered. His knees trapped one of your legs while he hoisted the other so that it rested on his shoulder, and without a warning, he slammed into you again.

“How are you still so tight, doll?” San hissed as he felt your walls squeeze him. “So fucking good… You were seriously made just for me, baby.”

You couldn’t even respond. Your mind was swimming in hormones at that point. The only thing you could do was scream and cry about how fucking good you felt, your yeses and sighs on repeat. San wasn’t moving as fast as he was earlier, but this new angle made it so much easier for him to hit your cervix that you were losing your control rapidly.

At some point, your leg slipped from his shoulder and wrapped around his waist as he bent down. His lips encompassed yours in a frenzy of frantic kisses, the man trying to get more and more of you from every angle. His hands went under the hoodie and toyed with your breasts. Whenever his ring brushed past your nipple, your back arched, driving San absolutely insane.

“Fuck… Baby, you’re so fucking sexy,” San groaned against your lips. “So tight… So warm… So fucking good… I don’t need a hoodie when I have your pussy to keep me warm.”

San’s lips moved from yours to your collarbone, and he sucked painfully on your skin. When he dropped his head into the nook of your neck, his thrusts got exponentially faster, and you seriously could not hold yourself back any longer— neither could he apparently. You swore loudly as you orgasmed, and you heard San’s breathing hitch after your high wore down. He moved up and slammed his pelvis into yours before you felt his dick twitch within you, his cum filling you up. San’s groan was low and sonorous, and it turned you on all over again, which he was made well aware of when your throbbing cunt clenched as he pulled out.

“Sannie,” you breathed out. “More…”

“More?” San laughed as he caught his breath. “You’re that insatiable, baby?”

You nodded eagerly. Luckily, the sight of his cum oozing out of your raw pussy made his dick rock hard once again. He responded, “You’re lucky your cunt is so addicting. Come here, baby.”

San leaned down and wrapped his arms around you, willing you to wrap yours over his shoulders. Your lips connected as he sat you up, and you sat on his lap while his hands moved from around you to the bottom of the hoodie. He pushed the hem of the hoodie up to unveil your breasts and he massaged your breasts briefly before moving so that he could suck on your nipple. You gasped as you felt his teeth nibble quickly before swirling his tongue around then sucking on your nipple. You ran your finger through his hair and held onto him the more he sucked on your breast.

“B-baby,” you whimpered.

“Yes, my love?” San mumbled, his breast still in your mouth.

“F-feels so good… But, I want you in me.”

“Patience, baby,” San said with a smirk, just as you had mere moments ago.

You shook your head— your cunt thirsted for him. You rubbed your soaked pussy against his thigh, earning a sharp inhale from the man. He moved away from your breast and pressed his lips together as he tried to suppress his quickly approaching orgasm.

“You win, babydoll. Bend over,” he instructed, and you happily listened.

You felt a trail of his cum leak out of your pussy and go down your leg as you went on your hands and knees for him. Rubbing the tip of his penis along your folds briefly, San pushed into again; and he watched as your pussy swallowed him perfectly, the sight exciting him. He gripped your ass and spread your cheeks as he began to slide in and out of you, his waist hitting yours and moving you forwards slightly. You yelped when San would occasionally thrust way hard into you or slap your ass lightly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” San groaned, his hold on your ass tightening.

“Fill me up,” you choked out.

San had every intention to do so. Slamming himself into you one last time, San released another load into you, his groan echoing in the room. He stayed inside for a moment or so before pulling out slowly to watch his cum spurt out of you. The way his cum ran down your leg was delicious, and it took everything in him to keep himself together because you, on the other hand, were wiped out. You had collapsed onto the bed, your arms and legs splayed out as you fought to catch your breath.

You remained lying on the bed while San laid on the bed next to you, his arm wrapping around you. You thought he was going to spoon you, but instead, he moved you gently onto your side, your back pressing against his chest. You felt his penis prod against the lips of your pussy before slipping inside, but he didn’t move. He just remained there.

“Are you cold, baby? Do you want your hoodie back?” you asked him when you felt his arms wrap around you and go under the hoodie.

“Why would I need that, now? You’re so warm, even more now that you’re filled with my seed,” San whispered teasingly into your ear, his breath tickling you. “I don’t need a hoodie. I only need you.”

[slyblonder]

do NOT read this otw to work chat im wet AF on this train 😭 something about getting fucked in a hoodie is always gonna do it for me

hoodie season

in which: san is playing video games and is getting a little cold, so he asks you for his hoodie— the hoodie that you just so happen to be wearing

pair: idol!san/afab!reader

word count: 2.5k

content: smut, chair sex, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), creampies, cockwarming, completely consensual!

author's note: okay @k-hotchoisan wrote this hoodie season drabble that i fell in love with and needed to conceptualize immediately (i say as it took me a couple days to finish this) but anyway san and those grey hoodies...... mans needs to calm down before i absolutely lose it.

tag list: @k-hotchoisan apply for the permanent taglist here!

“Baby?” San called out to you— he was sitting in his desk chair and playing video games with the boys, so he was calling out to you from the bedroom.

“Yes, Sannie?” You responded— you were in the living room watching a movie.

“Have you seen my grey hoodie?”

“Which one? The zip-up?”

“No, the other one.”

You kept quiet. The other hoodie San wanted was the one that you were wearing right at that moment. You sunk lower into the couch.

“Y/N? Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“My hoodie? Do you know where it is?”

“Yeah…”

“Can you grab it for me please, darling?”

You exhaled deeply. You didn’t want to give up his hoodie just yet. You were comfy and enjoying your movie. But, San didn’t know that. All he wanted was his hoodie.

“Why don’t you wear the zip-up? It’s hanging on your chair, isn’t it?” You deflected.

“I want the hoodie, babe... What’s going on?”

Sighing, you paused your movie and shuffled into his room. His eyes were glued to his computer screen, so he didn’t see you or your outfit.

“Oh, did you bring the hoodie?” San asked, still not looking at you.

You nodded, knowing that he didn’t get your response. It was only when you turned his chair slightly that San finally looked at you, his face turning pink and his eyes widening.

“AFK, boys,” San spoke into his headset before muting himself and holding his arms out for you.

You stood before him and embraced him, San’s face immediately pressing into your bosom. He let out a happy exhale as he realized that you were braless. “Mmm, baby…  Do you want to keep my hoodie on?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then come here,” San released you and patted his lap. “Keep me warm.”

San’s hands held yours as you moved to sit on his lap. Your legs hung off on either side of him as you pressed your ass onto his thighs. San’s fingers pressed into the small of your back as he held you in place to make sure you were stable on his lap before moving his chair towards his desk. He looked up at you with sparkling eyes and a soft smile that made you want to kiss his lips until they were red and sore. So, you cupped his face with sweater paws and kissed him gently, your lips enveloping his lower lip. With a hum, San wrapped his arms around you completely and reciprocated the kiss, his kisses way hungrier than yours.

The longer the two of you made out, the less of a grip on reality you had. San’s hands going up the hoodie and gripping your hips then waist made your toes tingle. You didn’t realize that you were rocking your hips while kissing him until he broke away and inhaled sharply while shivering. You were going to ask him what happened, but you didn’t have to when your mind cleared up and you felt his bulge pressing against your clothed cunt.

“Baby, I want my cock inside you,” San whispered.

“Okay, darling,” you said with a slight nod.

You held onto his shoulders and pushed yourself up as he worked quickly on releasing his tight bulge. He stroked his penis a couple times before rubbing the head along your panties. Then, he pushed your panties to the side and position himself so that you could sit down comfortably. You bit back a moan as you flung your head back, the feeling of his throbbing cock against your tight walls making your toes curl.

“God, baby… Your pussy was made for me,” San sighed happily as he pressed his head against your shoulder. “You feel so good… Keeping my cock nice and warm…”

He peppered kisses up your neck and along your jawline until you moved to kiss him on the lips. The two of you kept kissing as he held onto your waist. He was about to guide you to bounce on his lap, but he stopped when his friends called his name in his headset.

“San? San! Are you there?”

San broke off the kiss and turned his head to his computer. Holding a finger to his lips, San instructed you to stay quiet before unmuting himself.

“Yeah?”

“We have one raid left,” you heard one of his friends say. “Can you hurry up?”

“Just the one, right Yunho?”

“Yeah, just one, so hurry the fuck up,” another friend said.

“Geez, okay, Woo! Damn…”

San leaned forward to return to his game, his dick shifting slightly as he did so. A moan slipped from your mouth when San cupped your ass with his free hand, his other mouse clicking around on the screen as he prepared for his raid.

The sounds of mouse clicks and keyboard taps filled the room along with San’s instructions to the boys on where to go in the game, but you didn’t hear any of that. Instead, you heard the blood rushing to your ears. You weren’t moving at all on his lap, but you could feel his cock throb painfully hard against your walls. Any time he moved towards his computer screen, you felt him press into you a different way. Your breathing hitched when San adjusted himself slightly in his chair, causing you to press your head into his shoulder. You unintentionally clenched around his dick, making the man’s voice crack as he continued playing his video game.

“Did you even go through puberty, San?” you heard Wooyoung make fun of him.

“Shut the fuck up, Wooyoung,” San hissed.

You heard San slam one of the keys on his keyboard down hard before leaning his head against yours, his voice strained as he whispered, “Baby, just a couple more minutes…”

You whimpered and nodded. In response, San planted a light kiss on your neck and returned to his game.

“Wooyoung, I swear to fucking God, get it together!” San nagged the boy. “Yunho, can you heal that dumbass? We need to finish this raid fast.”

“Okay, okay!”

“Hey, man. I’m trying my best…”

“Try harder. We’re almost done.”

True to his word, it was only a couple of minutes. As soon as the raid ended, San exited the game and turned everything off quickly so that he could cup your ass tightly and stand up with you in his arms. You clung to him as he moved to the bed and laid you down gently, his dick still deep inside you. You whined when San pulled out, your pussy longing to be filled by him again.

“Sorry, baby,” San mumbled as he fumbled with his pants and shirt. “Just give me a second…”

You sat up, narrowed your eyes, and watched your boyfriend strip as quickly as he possibly could, prompting you to strip as well. You slipped your panties off, but just as you were about to remove the hoodie, San stopped you.

“Keep it on. You look so fucking sexy all hot and bothered in my hoodie,” he whispered before leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.

San laid down on the bed, his fully erect red and trembling cock sticking up and waiting for you. You moved so that you were straddling his waist, your hand reaching for his penis and moving the tip against your folds gently. San bit his lower lip, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat as you continued to tease him.

“Fuck, Y/N… Hurry…”

“Patience, Sannie,” you whispered with a smirk.

“I don’t have the energy for that,” he said as he grabbed your waist and pushed you down quickly, causing you to moan loudly.

San didn’t even give you time to think. His hands moved from your waist to your ass, the fabric from the hoodie stretching across as he spread your ass cheeks. More than moving you up and down, he thrust upwards with incredible aggression, the sound of his waist hitting yours echoing around the room. You could barely think straight as he fucked you hard from below. You had your hands on his shoulders, but as his thrusts only got stronger, the strength in your arms left you. You collapsed onto his chest and let out breathy moans and cries as he fucked you fast and hard.

Being pressed against his chest with his hoodie still encompassing your upper body surrounded you in his scent to the point where you thought you were going to overdose on it. Your sopping wet cunt seemed to agree.

“S-sannie!” you cried. “C-cumming!”

“Cum hard on me, baby,” San grunted through grit teeth.

It was when San ran his tongue along your neck and up to your ear that you hit your climax. You came loudly, fluid leaking out of you as you came with San’s dick still ramming deep into you. You finished entirely when San pulled out, your thighs and arms trembling and barely keeping you up.

“Look at you so fucking sexy when I fuck you outta your goddamn mind,” San said with a low, sultry voice. “You love my cock that much, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you murmured. “My pussy loves your fat cock so much, baby.”

“Let’s make your pussy happier, then.”

San flipped you so that you were on your back, giving your arms and legs a break. You were completely splayed out on the bed as you watched San stroke his penis a couple times, prepping himself and you before he re-entered. His knees trapped one of your legs while he hoisted the other so that it rested on his shoulder, and without a warning, he slammed into you again.

“How are you still so tight, doll?” San hissed as he felt your walls squeeze him. “So fucking good… You were seriously made just for me, baby.”

You couldn’t even respond. Your mind was swimming in hormones at that point. The only thing you could do was scream and cry about how fucking good you felt, your yeses and sighs on repeat. San wasn’t moving as fast as he was earlier, but this new angle made it so much easier for him to hit your cervix that you were losing your control rapidly.

At some point, your leg slipped from his shoulder and wrapped around his waist as he bent down. His lips encompassed yours in a frenzy of frantic kisses, the man trying to get more and more of you from every angle. His hands went under the hoodie and toyed with your breasts. Whenever his ring brushed past your nipple, your back arched, driving San absolutely insane.

“Fuck… Baby, you’re so fucking sexy,” San groaned against your lips. “So tight… So warm… So fucking good… I don’t need a hoodie when I have your pussy to keep me warm.”

San’s lips moved from yours to your collarbone, and he sucked painfully on your skin. When he dropped his head into the nook of your neck, his thrusts got exponentially faster, and you seriously could not hold yourself back any longer— neither could he apparently. You swore loudly as you orgasmed, and you heard San’s breathing hitch after your high wore down. He moved up and slammed his pelvis into yours before you felt his dick twitch within you, his cum filling you up. San’s groan was low and sonorous, and it turned you on all over again, which he was made well aware of when your throbbing cunt clenched as he pulled out.

“Sannie,” you breathed out. “More…”

“More?” San laughed as he caught his breath. “You’re that insatiable, baby?”

You nodded eagerly. Luckily, the sight of his cum oozing out of your raw pussy made his dick rock hard once again. He responded, “You’re lucky your cunt is so addicting. Come here, baby.”

San leaned down and wrapped his arms around you, willing you to wrap yours over his shoulders. Your lips connected as he sat you up, and you sat on his lap while his hands moved from around you to the bottom of the hoodie. He pushed the hem of the hoodie up to unveil your breasts and he massaged your breasts briefly before moving so that he could suck on your nipple. You gasped as you felt his teeth nibble quickly before swirling his tongue around then sucking on your nipple. You ran your finger through his hair and held onto him the more he sucked on your breast.

“B-baby,” you whimpered.

“Yes, my love?” San mumbled, his breast still in your mouth.

“F-feels so good… But, I want you in me.”

“Patience, baby,” San said with a smirk, just as you had mere moments ago.

You shook your head— your cunt thirsted for him. You rubbed your soaked pussy against his thigh, earning a sharp inhale from the man. He moved away from your breast and pressed his lips together as he tried to suppress his quickly approaching orgasm.

“You win, babydoll. Bend over,” he instructed, and you happily listened.

You felt a trail of his cum leak out of your pussy and go down your leg as you went on your hands and knees for him. Rubbing the tip of his penis along your folds briefly, San pushed into again; and he watched as your pussy swallowed him perfectly, the sight exciting him. He gripped your ass and spread your cheeks as he began to slide in and out of you, his waist hitting yours and moving you forwards slightly. You yelped when San would occasionally thrust way hard into you or slap your ass lightly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” San groaned, his hold on your ass tightening.

“Fill me up,” you choked out.

San had every intention to do so. Slamming himself into you one last time, San released another load into you, his groan echoing in the room. He stayed inside for a moment or so before pulling out slowly to watch his cum spurt out of you. The way his cum ran down your leg was delicious, and it took everything in him to keep himself together because you, on the other hand, were wiped out. You had collapsed onto the bed, your arms and legs splayed out as you fought to catch your breath.

You remained lying on the bed while San laid on the bed next to you, his arm wrapping around you. You thought he was going to spoon you, but instead, he moved you gently onto your side, your back pressing against his chest. You felt his penis prod against the lips of your pussy before slipping inside, but he didn’t move. He just remained there.

“Are you cold, baby? Do you want your hoodie back?” you asked him when you felt his arms wrap around you and go under the hoodie.

“Why would I need that, now? You’re so warm, even more now that you’re filled with my seed,” San whispered teasingly into your ear, his breath tickling you. “I don’t need a hoodie. I only need you.”

[slyblonder]

Stay where you are

MDNI

Dom!Johnny x Sub!Reader (Drabble)

Warnings: pwp, sex(fingering),bodily fluid, Dacryphilia(if you squint), Brat taming, reader has a vagina.

“the more you move and squirm the longer i keep you here baby.”

Johnny was right, your squirming was pointless. He was already knuckles deep in your pussy, holding you by the chin so you could look at yourself in the mirror. You’ve lost count on how many times you came, bedsheets soaked with your cum. “P-please Johnny its too m-much…” You cry out while gripping onto his forearm.

“Too much but your taking my fingers so well baby girl, you basically sucking me in. You know you don’t want me to stop.” Johnny whispered into your ear, shivers running down your spine.

Without warning he picked up the paces which earned a scream from you. He could help but chuckle at it, feeling you squeeze his fingers as you came once again. “Let this be a lesson to listen to me when I say to. Next time I wont be so nice to let you cum.”

©️slyblonder

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a/n:WOAH MUSE FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING EVERYONE CHEERED!!! lol sorry chat i started working and have been distracted and unmotivated to write since until i saw this video of johnny😭 i wanna get back into the groove of writing so hopefully ill post something else. accept this as my formal apology 🙏🏾. love yall take care leave some feedback, a like, a repost, or a request (PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING).

[slyblonder]

jeong yunho the man you are

And then i am the creep for wanting to fuck him👨🏻‍🦯 it aint adding up sis

[slyblonder]

Do you actually care about transmascs or do you just like slapping top scars on fictional twinks and talking about boy pussy

[slyblonder]

Thank you for 100 followers omg???? Ive been slacking with fics rn cuz of this damn job bit Ill be posting a few new stuff soon (im losing my mind please send help) okay bye love you thank you again my lil critics <3

[slyblonder]

twin towers do this and i want to be on the receiving end soooo bad.

Vocal dom who likes to talk their sub through their orgasms 🤝 sub who goes quiet except for gasping breaths, whining their dom’s titles, and begging so cutely

[slyblonder]

chat chat idk how to recover from this oh my GOD

cckwarming w s4n

(dom!roomatesan x roommate!reader)

cw with s@n

you didn’t want to bother him, but he’s been in his room for almost 4 hours, just hearing some occasional yelling and groaning. you knew San was busy playing games with a group of online friends he called “ateez”, but you wanted to hang out with him, and you felt quite lonely from the lack of attention. it was the weekend so earlier, you texted up some of your other friends in hope for someone to interact with, but they were busy. so your last resort was your friendly roommate that you adored, and harbored a small crush on.

san was your age and worked as a personal trainer at a gym down the street. you had walked past his gym once and you were greeted with defined muscles covered in a sheen of sweat. he had damp hair and his grey tank top was drenched, making the shirt cling to his chest and you could see his pectoral muscles and abs on full display. you couldn’t help the rise of heat to your cheeks and the drop of your jaw if you tried. never have you seen your roommate so in his element, so sweaty so… fuck you felt a familiar heat in your lower belly and you had run back to your apartment and taken a cold shower in the shared bathroom.

since then, you’ve been noticing all the small things that San does that somehow turns you into a flustered mess. when he lounges around in grey sweats and a plain white wifebeater, your thighs clench together. when he’s in the tiny-ass kitchen with you and has to move past you, so he respectfully places his hands on your waist so he can maneuver around you, your tummy explodes with butterflies. when he makes you your morning coffee and presses a kiss to your forehead before he goes to get ready, fucking niagara falls accompanied by butterflies.

san also has a very rough voice when he first wakes up. he’s also a cuddler, which you did not expect. so imagine your surprise when you heard his alarm blaring at 7 am one morning and he wouldn’t turn it off, so you walked into his room and nudged him awake, making him groan and pull you by your arm right on top of him. then he proceeded to pull you flush against him and he nuzzled his head into your neck, groaning “not yet.” it would be an understatement to say you were burning red and almost shaking with desire.

san has never hidden his affection with you, and you’re sure that if people saw you two together, they would think you’re lovers. so now, waiting for 4 hours for some roommate bonding time, you were getting frustrated and sad. you really wanted to hang out with someone, and that someone being a buff-nerdy-gamer/personal trainer-roommate. building up your courage, you sheepishly knocked on his door and waited to hear a response. after nothing but more callouts, you sighed and opened the door. to your surprise, San was basically naked. he wore only a pair of basketball shorts and socks with his slippers. his black hair was fluffy and messy under the headphones, and his full chest was on display, hard nipples exposed to you. you swallowed hard and walked closer, making San finally notice you. he took off one headphone, seeming a bit sheepish, and he covered his chest with his arms.

“oh, hey, was i being too loud?” he asked, giving you a smile that made your heart burst. while he was taking a small break from gaming, he grabbed his water bottle and tipped it back, his throat swallowing deeply. your eyes locked on his throat and you felt yourself turning red. realizing he had asked you a question and was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, you stammered out a response.

“oh, n-no you weren’t. it’s just, you’ve been here for a while and i wanted to hang out with you for a bit… but if you’re too busy…” you trailed off, watching him fiddle with the rings he had on his right hand. your eyes greedily observed all the veins on his hands and his well-taken-care-of nails. his fingers were so nice and long, and so pretty with all the veins that clenched when he grabbed things. you imagined what his neck would look like gripping your neck, teasing your folds, finally sliding into you and curling upwa-

“hello, sweetheart?” he called you out of your filthy thoughts, a sly smile on his face and an eyebrow raised in a teasing manner. “your face is awfully red, what were you thinking about, hmm?”

you blushed even harder and nervously laughed, uncomfortably noticing how your panties were clinging to you, “nothing really, sorry i should go.”

his eyes seemed to narrow and a dark look came over his face as he grabbed your wrist, “i asked you a question and i don’t really appreciate you lying to my face.” his complete change in demeanor made you shiver with excitement and you weakly tugged at your arm. he didn’t budge and he pulled you closer to him. now your knees were touching and you looked down at him a bit.

you struggled to respond in the close proximity and you found it a bit hard to breathe, “ ‘m sorry. i was distracted by your hands.”

you wanted to die, the embarrassment heating your skin and making the room feel like a sauna. he hummed in thought, eyes flickering to your lips and then back to stare into you.

“what do you want with my hands?” he asked, voice low. his hand that wasn’t gripping your wrist reached to cup your jaw, and you felt your knees weaken at the intimacy of it all.

suddenly, his hand wrapped around your throat and he applied the slightest bit of pressure, making you whimper and fall to your knees. the sound you made spurred San on and his dick twitched in his pants at the sight of you on your knees.

“please,” you begged, not really knowing what you were begging for. you clenched your thighs together, seeking just a big of friction and he chuckled. his hand still wrapped around your throat and the other now tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“please what?” he asked, almost whispering, and he leant in so close that his lips were centimeters from your own. your eyes flickered down to his soft looking lips and you never felt a stronger urge to kiss someone than you did now.

“please touch me, hold me, anything!” you cried, one hand grabbing onto his thigh. he tsked, letting go of you and sitting back against the chair.

“you interrupted my game and now you want me to spend more time entertaining you?” he chuckled, messing with his headphones.

you felt ashamed and humiliated, but somehow that just made more arousal seep into your underwear. the way he was looking at you with lidded eyes, and his disinterested expression… you craved him. trying to express your apologies and desire, you leaned forward on your knees and nuzzled your head into his crotch. you mouthed wetly at his slightly chubbed cock through his shorts and he inhaled sharply, hand gripping his arm rest.

“fuck, you want me so bad, huh baby?” he laughed breathily and one hand gently raked through your hair. you just whined and mouthed at him again, wanting to express how much you wanted him. suddenly, his gentle caresses changed and he grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled you, making your head snap up with a cry.

“my teammates are going to wonder where i went. i can’t let them down,” he said to you, sounding condescending and evil. you couldn’t help the flutter of your eyelids, and San laughed in shock.

“if you want me so badly, you can sit on me, princess,” he said, pulling you all the way upright onto your feet and then gesturing to his lap. you could see his hard outline sitting heavy in his lap through his damp shorts and you wanted it. you wanted him filling you up, pressing against your walls and all the nerves inside of you. you wanted him to twitch inside and fill you up with his hot release.

eagerly, you nodded and went to remove your panties from under your skirt. San’s eyes widened for a spilt second before it changed back into his nonchalant face. he leaned back into his chair and before you could step closer, he stopped you.

“you’re sure you want this? i’m going to be in you, love, and i truly want this. do you?” he asked, a bit of insecurity seeping into his voice. your heart stuttered in your chest at his consideration and you craved him even more. even though San was showing off a new exciting side, he was still your kind and loving roommate and your friend in the end.

you nodded and San cocked his brow. realizing he wanted verbal consent, you verbally agreed and he smiled with his cute dimple before he schooled his expression and motioned for you to come closer. he had you turn around so your back would be flush to his bare chest. he lifted his hips a bit and slid his shorts down a bit, pulling his cock out. he then pulled you down, so his cock rested against your folds. you ground gently a few times against him, addicted to the sounds that he made, and his cockhead caught on your entrance a few times. and then he finally slid into you. it felt a little painful from the stretch, but you were wet enough to make the slide easy. as soon as he bottomed out, you keened at how full you felt. he was thick enough to stretch you out and long enough to hit all the right places inside you. he kissed your neck, arms wrapped around your waist, and he whispered, “you doing okay? feels good?”

you moaned in response, wiggling around a bit before you tried to move. one arm wrapped tight around your waist and the other reached to hold your throat.

“i’m pretty comfortable right now,” San smirked and pulled you flush against him, making it impossible to move.

“s-san, what?” you whined, wanting to feel his cock catching on your walls and drilling into you.

“shh. sit still while i finish my round,” he bit your neck playfully while he unwrapped his arm from your waist and adjusted his headphones back on.

then he turned his mic back on and continued playing as if he wasn’t inside of you. you sat in shock but leaned back against his chest to stay comfortable. everytime he got too loud, you accidentally clenched around him, making him squeeze your neck and groan a bit.

“yo, san bro, you good over there?” a voice that was labeled Yunho in the chat called out.

he just squeezed your neck in a warning and your hips stilled (when did they start moving again?).

“all good, yunho. let’s counter-strafe,” he called out, clearing his throat. you whined softly when his hips bucked up into yours. san’s hand traveled from your neck to cover your mouth.

“shh baby, almost done and then i’ll fuck you for real. you can be good for me, right love?” he whispered, you clenched around him in response, making him curse and stumble in the game.

“clearly you can’t,” san grunted, trying to recover in the game. “don’t worry, baby. you’ll get what you deserve.”

[slyblonder]

MINGI BLONDE MINGI BLONDE RAHHHH I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT THIS OMG

[slyblonder]

King for a Day

MDNI

Youth Pastor!Mingi x GN!Reader

warnings: sex(gross ikr), its just a blowjob, mentions of fingering, throat fucking, spit mention, hair pulling, tears (Dacryphilia), i cant think of anything else ngl

word count: 1.9k (first long fic les gooo)

“You might want to get an early start on your Hail Marys then.”

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit..Amen.”

Following along you made a cross on your body. This will not be the only time you do this today, and it certainly won't be the last.Mingi and his father had just moved into town, the new pastor and his insanely hot youth pastor son. You had to have him. You needed him like no other. “Lord forgive me for what I do later.” Fixing your dress as you got up, smiling at all the families that passed by you.

You were never the religious kind, you never participated in church, hell you rarely even came to service. But as soon as you caught a look of Mingi you were already in your closet picking out an outfit. You’d always try your best to match him. His outfits were very simple and appropriate but also so slutty somehow. It could be all his rings and chains but once you start thinking about it your mind wonders, thinking about how his chains would look dangling in your face. You shook those thoughts out of your head, saying bye to the last few families to leave.

Upon Mingis arrival to your town you were quick to sign up as an assistant. You didn't care about them damn kids nor the lord but here you were every sunday, helping by his side teaching about the lord.

“Thank you so much for your help today. I know it was a lot harder since we had a full house.” Mingi spoke, making you jump a bit. That’s the other thing about him that had you so enamored..His voice. It was so deep and husky but so soothing. You could listen to him for hours.

“It's no problem Mingi, you did great like always. I’m just happy we let out early today.” You moved out of the pew to now stand face to face with him. “I get to hang out with my favorite person.”

Mingi looked at you with confusion and sight shock, pointing at himself. “M-me?”

Despite his “cold” and “dark” image Mingi was a very gentle and even cute person. Any and everyone could see that. “Yes, you. Why do you think I help you out so much? Why I’m always by your side? Why I’m always at your beck and call?” You watched as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. Cute. Walking closer to him he seemed frozen, closing his eyes briefly as if waiting for something eagerly.

“You’re so cute like this…flustered and pretty.” Walking closer you stopped right in front of him, leaning up to his ear with a smirk. “If only the heavens knew how beautiful you look right now.”

“y/n I…w-what's going o-on…” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek, watching as his eyes popped open. He looked as if he saw a ghost but the tint of pink never left his face.

“Ever since you knocked on our door holding that gift basket, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You looked so fucking good Mingi. I wanted you, I needed you. So I signed up to help, anything to be closer to you. Not only did my urges to have you get stronger, I started to grow feelings for you.”

Mingi couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This is everything he ever dreamed of. Yeah, he was the pastor's son and had to keep up an innocent persona;but it was quite the opposite. As much as he was devoted to his faith he could never shake the thought of you ever since he saw you. He wanted to hold you, take in your scent…devour you. Mingi knew it would be wrong and go against his faith, but he couldn’t help but imagine such sinister acts with you.

“You’re very bad at hiding your gaze, Min. I see you stare and used to think nothing of it. 'oh, he's not looking at me, he's just giving his attention like usual…’ until I bent down and saw you staring at my chest.” You took a step back and watched his reaction with a smirk. His hands were balled up, his face still a visible pink, and a much more visible print in his pants appeared. You could tell from the way he stood there he was virgin but not in the slightest innocent.

“I- I tried to hide it…”

“Not well enough.”

Mingi bit his lip before starting to mumble.

“Wouldn’t you like to feel like a king for a day or even forever? I think you liked it.” You spoke with a small laugh moving to sit Mingi in the pew. He sat there and watched your every move, waiting for you to pounce on him.

“Y/n please… I can’t get the thought of you out of my head. I ache for you.” These words sounded like music to your ears. Mingi wanted you, ached for you, needed you. Moving into the pew you sat on his lap, feeling how big he was instantly and watching him let out a soft whimper.

“You might want to get an early start on your hail marys then.” You placed small and slow kisses on his neck, moving up to his jaw, sucking lightly. He sounded so fucking needy, and you to wanted to hear him scream in pleasure but decided to spare him.

“H-hail Mary, full of grace…The L-lord is with thee fuck y/n-“

“Don’t stop, keep going.” You began to bite at his skin, leaving small marks that would disappear pretty quickly. “Blessed art t-thou amongst wo- ahh…women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” Mingi finally allowed his hands to rest at your waist, gripping tightly with each bite. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us s-sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.”

“Amen indeed, I can’t believe I have you all to myself Min. You sound so pretty under me. You’re already so hard for me, I think I should do something about that huh?” You laughed a little as Mingi began to nod very quickly, begging to feel something more. Moving off his lap you found a way to kneel in front of him. It was a little uncomfortable but such a small price to pay for what was in store. Mingi took a second to look at you, taking in how pretty you looked in front of him. He mindlessly reached for your cheek and smiled, knowing there was no going back once you started and he was okay with that.

You wasted no time and began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, biting your lip as you could see his print more and more. Lifting his hips Mingi helped you pull his boxers and pants down to his mid thigh, giving you more than enough access. Mingi was big. Bigger than most you’ve been with, you were determined to take all you were given. “Please…do something…” Looking up at him doe eyed you licked a stripe up his shaft, smiling as you finally got a taste of him.

Licking up his precum you took as much of him as you could, moaning and slightly gagging at how full your mouth was. Mingis hand quickly moved to hold onto one of the ponytails, bucking his hips at the sudden warmth. Your mouth felt amazing, he was sure he'd cum in no time if you kept it up.. “Your mouth feels better than I imagined fuck..” Mingi moaned, throwing his head back trying his best to keep as quiet as possible. The worst part is if someone walked in right now, he would care less. All his prayers were being answered right before him.

Tears ran down the side of you face as you let Mingi fuck your throat. He was a lot more rough than you imagined but damn did it turn you on. You let your hands travel between your legs, slipping into your underwear and inserting two fingers to fill yourself up more. Feeling so stretched out you let out a moan sending vibrations up Mingis cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Lord, please, please please forgive me.” Hearing him beg for forgiveness turned you on so much, inching close to your own release.

You sped up your pace, fingering yourself fast and sucking off Mingi even faster. Every cell in Mingis body felt like it was on fire; He's never felt this kind of pleasure before and hopes that this will never be the last. Mingi grabbed onto both your pigtails, practically hunched over your body. If anyone had walked in right this moment they would just think he was praying. “yn i-im cumming! im cumming oh—oh my god…thank you, thank y-you.”

Cumming down your throat felt amazing to Mingi. From your face stained with tears, spit, and cum; your legs sore and shaking from cumming so hard. You both stayed like that for a second, Mingi finally sitting back breathing heavily. You lifted off his cock, making sure you swallowed everything and taking a deep breath.

“You have a thing for being rough, it's hot. You should also be thanking me, I just gave you the best blowjob ever.” You smiled, moving to place the two fingers you used to fuck your self in Mingis mouth. “A small taste of what's to come. Literally.”

You laughed and used his legs to help you get up, sitting right next to him in the pew. “Y-you want to do this again?” Mingi asked, shocked since he has yet to catch his breath properly.

“I told you I can make you feel like a king for a day, or forever. I think we both want forever…unless I'm wrong?” You searched to see where your bag was, reaching into the pew behind you and pulling it into your lap and searching for wipes to clean you both up.

“No! I mean, you're not wrong…I would really like that,I just feel like I'm still dreaming…” Taking the wipe he was handed, he cleaned up any excess spit and around his thighs before pulling up his boxers and pants.

“Dream or not, I’m all yours Mingi. I’m heavily devoted to you.” He looked at you with so much awe and lust, wiping your stray tears and smiling softly.

“I’m more than willing to sin for you, dream and reality.” And he meant that, no amount of repentance will make up for it and he was okay with that.

“You should come over this weekend, My parents are gonna be out of town. We can see how devoted we are to each other, like the lord wants.” You spoke soft, moving to whisper into his ear before pulling back and giving him a quick peck. “See you soon Mingi, or should I say pastor Song.”

Mingi watched as you picked up your bag and waved bye with such a sinister grin, you truly were a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He sat there and thought back on everything he just experienced, chuckling at how lucky he just got.His prayers were definitely answered. Thanks God. He shook his head and moved to kneel down, folding his hands and bowing his head. Might as well get an early start right? “Hail Mary, forgive me, blood for blood, hearts beating…”

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a/n :I FINALLY DROPPED THIS FIC OMG!! Sorry i took so long yall, life started turning me every way but loose and then also starting a new job drained me. But enjoy I hope yall like it, if not also lmk you hate it🗿 okay byee love youu

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blowing, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip licking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and id still ride.