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[sxcret-garden]

Chapter 3 of aod is gonna be out tomorrow, next week there won't be a new chapter though! I wanna be ahead with writing with this fic, cause i know if i'm not i'll unnecessarily pressure myself and then it'll be even harder to churn out new chapters cjxnxnxjx but also in general i don't wanna post them too quickly? So yeah, chapter 4 is scheduled for May 12th^^

[sxcret-garden]

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Ateez Reaction ღ Asking them to teach you how to fuck [M]

ღ Ateez all members x fem-bodied!reader (some parts can be read with a gn!reader though) ღ genre: smut reaction (best friend!Ateez x inexperienced reader), (implied) friends to fwb/friends to lovers in one part ღ warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

Author’s note: This is definitely not what I had planned to write today but oh well :’) I hope you guys enjoy~

Hongjoong:

when one day you somewhat shyly ask him if he would teach you how to please a guy he’s definitely surprised

but it’s also not like he sees a problem with friends hooking up? i mean - y’all know each other well and trust each other, so having sex shouldn’t be an issue

teaches you everything you wanted to know and then some more, until suddenly you can barely even remember that other guy who made you feel like you needed to practice so much anymore

he’ll be gentle with you, seeing how you don’t have much experience yet, and somehow he’ll end up pleasuring you first to help you relax

only when you’re about to cum on his fingers does he stop for a second to consider whether it’s really okay to go this far with you

but you’re enjoying yourself, and now you’re whining for him to keep going, so that’s what he does

makes you cum and then lets you rest for a bit, before he starts guiding your hands down his body

praises you for everything you do and gently nudges you in the right direction, until you have him cumming into your fist - but he won’t stop there

there’s just something insanely hot to him about having full control over what you do to him as he gives you instructions, and this is definitely also awakening some kind of corruption kink deep inside him

eventually you end up on top of him as he guides you down his cock and into a steady rhythm, having you ride him

and of course this becomes a regular thing between the two of you, both keeping up the pretense that you’re still just “practicing”, when really there’s a carnal need growing inside both of you that makes you always come back to each other for more

Seonghwa:

the first time you bring it up to him that you’ve been wondering if he could help you practice having sex he feels conflicted to say the least

of course he wants to help you!! but this is about having sex with one of his best friends, and he doesn’t know if he wants to cross that line with you

but at the same time it’s also apparent that your question is affecting him when you can see his ears turn red, and eventually he has to get out of there for a second to get himself a glass of water sakdfjlks

“So is that a yes?” you ask him when he comes back, and he almost spits the water back out aksdljfkjsd

“I-I’ll have to think about it, Y/N…” he somehow manages to stutter, before he forcibly changes topic

he needs a few days to calm down about this, but once some time has passed he figures it’s probably not a big issue if he helped you out a bit, right?

you agree one a few rules like no kissing, no actual intercourse, but he’s willing to let you touch him otherwise

and so you decide to start slow, with a simple handjob, and he actually finds himself enjoying the way he can tell you what to do, gently push you in the right direction, plus the sight of having your hands wrapped around his cock just does something very sinful to him - so it’s no surprise that you don’t have any trouble making him cum

but now he feels the need to pay you back, and so you let him finger you, and his skillful touches throw you over the edge in no time

you do this a few times, until eventually you find yourselves growing more needy, and you end up sucking him off while he eats you out, quietly turning it into a game of who can make the other cum faster in your mind

needless to say, now that you started casually hooking up you won’t be stopping anytime soon

Yunho:

he is SOSO flustered when you first ask him about whether he could teach you a bit about sex the first time and immediately says no aksjdklfsk

“Y/N, we’re just friends… shouldn’t you do that with an actual boyfriend?”

but you insist, admitting that you feel embarrassed about how inexperienced you are, and of course this guy reassures you that you’re fine the way you are, and once the right guy comes along he will surely be understanding with you

and as much as you want to believe his words, your insecurities prevail, until eventually you find an agreement that you can at least come ask him about stuff if you feel unsure about something so he could give you a verbal explanation

and you take him up on that offer pretty soon, simply because you’re curious kasjflkasdj

so when one day you ask him out of the blue whether guys prefer getting handjobs or blowjobs he’s a blushing mess first of all

“W-well, it depends on the guy…?” - so you ask him what he prefers and now he’s visibly uncomfortable

but he figures you’re just curious, so he tells you about how both is nice, it really depends on his mood, but he probably prefers a simply handjob most of the time

he loosens up a bit eventually, and as you continue talking about the topic and you ask him all kinds of questions, neither of you can deny that it’s affecting you

except nothing really happens afterwards, because you know he wouldn’t want to overstep that boundary

it’s only until a little later, when you’re both drunk at a party and he suddenly pulls you aside to tell you that he hasn’t been able to think about anything but what it would be like to have sex with you

and well, you pressing your body up against his does nothing to deflate that situation, and so you disappear in the nearest room where it’s just the two of you, and in no time clothes are flying off and your hands are all over each other

but despite the desperation that the both of you are feeling, he’s still careful with you, taking the lead as you spend the rest of the night fucking in that room

Yeosang:

he has no idea how to react when you ask him to teach you how to fuck, so it’s just awkward silence for a few moments

until he offers to treat you to a few hours with a sex worker instead ksajdflkjs

and well, that’s not exactly what you had in mind, because the point of you asking him was that he’s someone who’s known you for a long time and who knows you well

“Ahhh, I see… then sorry that I can’t be who you want me to be, but no.” (why does he have to say it so dramatically fksdjkfas)

you’re of course a bit disappointed, but it’s not like you don’t understand him - not everyone would want to cross that line with a friend - so you leave it at that for now

until one evening you’re together at your place, and you can tell something’s off about him - he seems fidgety and like he’s anxious about something, so eventually you decide to ask what’s up

and he doesn’t really want to give you an answer at first, but eventually he manages to force out an explanation

“Just… what you said to me a few days ago… I thought about it again… and maybe we can try it after all?” - you two talk a lot so it takes you a while to understand what he’s hinting at, but once you do, you’re immediately by his side

you reach for his hand as you’re sitting side by side, and somehow both your nerves are making it hard to do anything

“S-so… how do we start? Do we kiss?” he asks, and you agree that that might be a good idea, and weirdly enough as soon as your lips meet his and you fall into an unhurried pace, both your anxieties seem to be washed away

you get into his lap, and somehow you both just end up following your instincts, only breaking the kiss to tell each other what feels good, and then eventually in order to moan at the way you dry humping him is about to get the both of you off

you’re taking this very slow, but it becomes a regular thing for you to meet up in order to have sex from then on, both exploring and learning about each other’s body as you go

San:

another one who feels very conflicted the first time you bring it up to him

he doesn’t think mere friends should be doing this kind of thing with each other, but at the same time he can’t say he isn’t tempted

he says no at first, but the days after he just can’t stop thinking about you naked, on top of him, underneath him, you name it

until these thoughts start to haunt him in his dreams too, and he knows he can’t possibly be normal around you anymore if he doesn’t do anything about this

so he decides to help you out after all, under the premise that you won’t have any actual intercourse

instead, he teaches you how he likes to be touched with hands only, and eventually he also lets you suck him off

tells you exactly what to do that would drive any guy insane, gives you advice in between moans and at some point he will start rambling, until his high is coming so close that his train of thought just cuts off

and once he sees the state he put you in after cumming in your mouth - your glazed over eyes, his seed dripping down your lips before you lick it all up and swallow - he just can’t help himself anymore

“Shit, Y/N, let me fuck you, please,” he mutters, desperation in his voice

and as soon as you give him the okay this guy will be all over you, being rougher than you’d have expected him to be, fucking you as he’s led only by his instincts and his need to feel the warmth of your cunt wrapping around him

Mingi:

he’s another one who isn’t opposed to having sex with a good friend

actually, he feels a weird sense of relief when you ask him if you could practice with him, because he feels very comfortable with you and so he knows he too will be able to let go quickly

you start slow anyway, because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you - seeing how you don’t have much experience yet - and so he’s even more surprised when you reach for his dick pretty quickly

you ask if what you’re doing is good, and as you’re giving him a few strokes this guy is hard in no time

will put his hand onto yours to guide you into the pace he likes, but very soon he’ll simply leave it up to you, wanting to know exactly what you would do to him if he doesn’t interfere

and soon enough his sanity will start to slip away, and when he starts bucking his hips into your hand the dynamic shifts ever so slightly, because suddenly you don’t seem so inexperienced anymore at all as you dare to tease him about how needy he is

lets you make him cum onto his stomach, before you call it quits for the day, but you’ll be sure to come back for more soon

he’ll let you get him off in all kinds of ways, until eventually you two start experimenting with anything and everything you’re curious about, all under the premise of “practice”

and soon he too will feel the need to return the favour and get you off too, learning all about how your body reacts to his touch, and figuring out together what feels best for you

you’re gonna spend whole weekends at his place just fucking, and in no time you basically know each other’s bodies like the back of your own hand

and it’s more than likely that in the process this guy actually falls in love with you, and even though it’s still a whiiiile until he actually finds the courage to tell you that, he will make damn sure you won’t even think about wandering off to someone else

“You’re mine, Y/N,” - the words will repeatedly slip past his lips as he’s fucking you, and surely enough they do something to you too

Wooyoung:

you two tend to be very touchy to begin with - even though you’re definitely not in love he gives you kisses on the cheeks or your neck all the time, and when you’re having a sleepover you can be sure it will include a good amount of cuddling

so when one day he’s spooning you, focused on drawing random patterns on the skin on your arm, and you tell him that you’ve been thinking whether he would be okay with showing you how to properly please a guy he isn’t put off by the idea at all - though he is a little surprised, both because he was of the impression you had a lot more experience than you do, and because he didn’t think you’d ever consider him the right person to come to with a favour like this (like????? who else would be a better person??????)

and this guy is so gentle and respectful with you - he’ll ask exactly what you want him to show you, what you want him to do, will ask before whatever he does whether you’re okay with it or not,...

you just end up having really sweet sex as you help each other out of your clothes and you both get a little distracted worshipping each other’s body

there will be a lot of giggling as you slowly figure out what the other likes and what not, until you end up flat on your back, with his head between your legs, and suddenly all that light-hearted curiousity turns into a deep passion

he eats you out and makes you cum on his tongue multiple times, eager to please you and to see how many more of those sinful moans and whimpers he can draw out of you

until finally you grab him by the hair and pull him away so he would give you a break to catch your breath and to remind him that he was supposed to teach you how to do this stuff

“You asked me how to please a guy,” he replies. “This is how you please this guy right here.” - at this point he is absolutely pussy drunk, there’s no going back for him

will offer to get you off every single time you have a sleepover from now on (and mysteriously the amount of sleepovers you have is suddenly increasing drastically), but he will also exert some amount of self control beforehand and let you get him off too, before he makes you feel good

Jongho:

the first time you very awkwardly hint at him that you’ve been wondering if he’d be willing to teach you how to fuck he simply laughs

until he realizes you weren’t joking

panics internally as all the times he’s gotten off while thinking of you flash him by and he somehow manages to tell you that you’re just friends and you should really reconsider this!!!

he never actually gives you a proper answer on that day, and neither of you bring it up until like two weeks later

you’re both chilling with your phones in your hands, having made yourselves comfortable on his bed as you often do when you’re at his place, when he suddenly speaks up

“So… do you still want me to… teach you a few things?” he asks, not taking his eyes off his phone, and you can feel the nervousness radiating off of him - but as soon as you say yes that mood instantly gets replaced with confidence

“Then come here.” - he goes slow to figure out what you’re okay with and what not, but when you throw your arms around him once he starts scattering kisses in your neck as he hovers above you, he knows he can’t hold back anymore

gets you off on his fingers first, before he guides your hand to his cock and shows you exactly how he wants you to return the favour

“Wanna go all the way? Cause I’ve been thinking about this…” he admits, and when you say yes he doesn’t spare you any details

tells you about what he wants to do to you, and lets you decide which of his fantasies you want to recreate, until you end up in all kinds of positions, having him fucking one orgasm after the other out of you, until it becomes clear you’re getting tired and you really can’t take any more

you’re both very awkward after this, to the point you act weird around each other even in front of your other friends, who start wondering whether you had a fight

but as things normalize themselves between the two of you, you meet up again at his place

you decided prior to that that what happened several days ago was a one time thing, and you wouldn’t do it again

or so you thought, because as soon as you find yourselves side by side on his bed again, neither of you can deny that the only thing you’re thinking about is continuing where you had left off last time

[sxcret-garden]

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt6

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: A harmless communication mishap leads to something interesting.

wc: 8.1k

ch. warnings: switch San, switch reader, brat Wooyoung, threesome, edging, blow job, hand job, body worship, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, sort of brat taming w/ spanking + pain kink (@ reader), hairpulling (@ Wooyoung), overstimulation, vaginal fingering / sex, cunnilingus, cumshots (on chest, ass + face), cum eating, spitroast, squirting, condomless sex with IUD, implied aftercare, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘good girl’), a lot of improv but by now i hope it’s been well-established enough that they have massively discussed their limits and preferences off-screen

additional note: San is a whiny boi but about halfway he switches to hard dom mode; consider this a warning for potential whiplash lol

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Inevitable.

That is the nature your current situation, after you had described your fantasy to San and Wooyoung over the phone.

Truly, feverishly inevitable.

San watches you with aloof detachment, like the sight of you on your knees in front of him is nothing of particular note. Only a hint of interest gleams in his dark eyes as he sits on the edge of his bed, leaned back on one hand with legs spread.

“Come, baby, show me what you can do.” San pats his inner thigh in invitation, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Have at it.”

He’s only wearing his grey sweatpants; and even while soft, his sheer girth hints at an outline through the fabric. You will never understand the science behind how such a basic piece of clothing can be so unreasonably powerful — especially on a guy like San.

Thankfully, your complete lack of clothes has somewhat evened the playing field. San is not subtle with his glances down at Wooyoung’s hands running across your naked body, until they settle to squeeze at your breasts. San’s eyes drift from your lips to your pert nipples, stiffening under Wooyoung’s touch.

You whine as Wooyoung plays with your tits, arching into his eager hands while your ass presses into his boxer shorts. “Fuck, just look at you,” he croons from behind you, his breath hot on your shoulder. “So ready to get wrecked by our cocks.”

“Don’t distract her, Woo,” San says, reaching down to cup your chin. With a firm touch, he sets your attention back to the task at hand.

“’M not distracting her,” Wooyoung mumbles, nipping at the column of your neck — and very much distracting you with the way his fingers pluck at your nipples. “Just making her feel good.”

(That last part is true, at least.)

Wooyoung’s touch tempts you to melt back into him, to let him play with you to his heart’s content while San is all but forgotten — but San’s burning eyes sway you to stay on task.

You did talk a big game about how badly you wanted to suck him off; it’s time to put your money where your mouth is. (Or put your mouth where his dick is, whichever works.)

“There you go,” San sighs when you palm his crotch. His hand still rests on your neck, thumb hooked around your throat; there is no pressure, but even just the warmth of San’s large palm sends small prickles of pleasure through your skin. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby. Go and take what you’re here for.”

You hum at San’s encouragement, pressing a trail of feather-light kisses up his stomach. Wooyoung’s mouth on your shoulder is far less light, sucking wet patches into your skin as he lazily ruts into your ass. Still distracting you, but somehow you manage to stay focused on San.

Your nails graze across the faint definition of his abs, and San clenches his stomach with a soft hiss; he is sensitive. A jolt of delight sparks between your thighs at the discovery, and your tongue darts out to chase the spasms in his abdomen. San lets out a low groan, and his fingers briefly twitch at your throat before he relaxes again. Coyly, you glance up to meet San’s eyes and, with the same gentle pressure that he has on your neck, you squeeze his hardening cock through his sweats.

San has to bite his lip to suppress a shudder as his blood rushes downward, but his smile curves sharply at your persistent teasing. “What’s this?” he says, his thumb lightly pressing down on your throat in warning. “Are you going to be trouble today?”

“No, Sannie,” you lie, slightly breathless — because you do feel like a bit of trouble. “I’ll be good to you.”

Something about the way his muscles clench underneath your soft caresses has you in an experimental mood. To tease him, just to see how long he will let you. How long before he reaches the end of his patience and stops indulging you? How long before he shoves his cock down your throat and fucks your face until you can’t taste anything but him for days to come?

You hear a faint chuckle from Wooyoung, like he senses your resolve. A brat would know, you suppose. He lightly bites at your collarbone, a clear encouragement.

However, San simply watches you; his expression is intense, but with honest curiosity in his dark eyes. “Then go have fun, hm,” he tells you, guiding you forward with a gentle hold. “Been waiting to find out what that sweet mouth can do.”

But you resist San’s pull, shaking your head. “I will show you — once these are gone,” you say petulantly, tugging at his sweatpants. “Off, mister.”

San’s eyebrows rise in surprise at your tone, but then he sinks into a lazy smile. “Ah, not trouble today,” he chuckles. “Bossy. Sure, I can work with that.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes in exasperation, but you are too distracted by San stripping down to notice, or to realise why. You do notice when Wooyoung shifts away, and you whine at the loss of his warmth against your back.

Wooyoung just tuts and taps a finger on your bottom lip with a grin, then shucks off his own boxers — but he shifts to sit next to you, resting his head against San’s bare knee as he watches intently. There is something debauched about Wooyoung like this; his cheek pressed against San’s thigh while he slowly jerks himself off, eyes glittering. The curve of his lips is made of open amusement and blatant hunger, eager to see where you take this next.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, Woo?” San asks, a sharpness edging into his voice. “Slacking off?”

Wooyoung glances up at him, grin gone in an instant to be replaced by big, innocent eyes. “You said not to distract her, right?” he pouts. “Just doing what I’m told.”

San’s eyes narrow at Wooyoung’s malicious compliance, but any rebuttal is swallowed by a deep groan when you finally touch him directly; no barrier of fabric between your palm and his aching cock.

His size is no surprise, of course. A sharp current throbs through your cunt, clenching with vivid memories of how he stretched you open with brutal slams of his hips, the burn addictive and overwhelming. How the light curve of him hits so deep inside you, stuffing you full with every rough thrust.

Your mouth waters as you contemplate how your throat will compare, and you freely let the spit dribble down from your lips, adding to the glistening coat of precum.

San’s breath stutters when you wrap your fingers around him, testing the heavy weight of him in your palm before you lean in for an airy kitten lick across his slit, catching a thick bead of his leaking arousal on your tongue.

He lets out a strained groan, cursing under his breath when you exhale a soft puff of breath across his flushed tip, your hand working him to full hardness with an easy, slow slide. “Fuck,” he sighs when your lips finally press against him, engulfing his cockhead with the wet heat of your mouth. “Feels so good, baby… Been waiting to have those pretty lips on my cock for so long…”

Instantly, you pull those pretty lips right off of him.

San’s hips jerk forward with a grunt, his grip on the sheets tightening. Indulgently, you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip to catch the taste of him, then innocently blink up — and you inhale a sharp breath at the state of San.

Not what you expected, not a dark stare of promised retribution; instead San’s eyes are glazed over, his back arching as his hips tilt to seek your mouth out again. Sparks of electricity prickle across your skin at his needy pout, even just a light denial causing a gorgeous glow of heat across his face. It’s the polar opposite of your intended result; but he takes your breath away all the same.

You lean in again — but ignore his flushed cock to nip at the thick muscle of his inner thigh, enamoured with a small cluster of three moles that you find there in a crooked line. San draws a shuddering breath as you lavish each one with attention. He squirms at your open-mouthed kisses, moans at the flick of your tongue against his thigh.

“Nghh, f-fuck…” he grates out, throwing his head back when your hand ghosts over his leaking cock; only for you to move past him and graze your nails across his other thigh. San’s hips cant forward, his fingers digging ever deeper into the bed, until you think he might tear a hole in the sheets.

“Oh baby, but Sannie likes that,” Wooyoung croons, his free hand squeezing at your knee. “Look how sensitive he is. All those big muscles, but just a nibble is enough to make him crumble. Fuck, he loves getting teased. Would let you drive him to the brink for as long as you please.”

A vague awareness enters your mind that Wooyoung is trying to communicate something; clearly, your plan to to provoke San is going a little sideways. But can you really object to the way he has blissfully surrendered himself to your whims? His chest heaves as he pulls hard breaths into his lungs, grunting at every mark you leave on his skin, his lips getting puffy from how he bites at them.

No, San makes it harder and harder to care about your original resolve, especially when he lets out a deep, guttural moan as your mouth sinks back down on him. His fingers claw at the bed like it’s the gate barring him from heaven, and only you hold the key.

Wooyoung shakes his head with a chuckle and stops his interjections. Instead he just palms himself a little faster, treating himself to the sight of your throat becoming acquainted with his boyfriend’s dick.

You take it slow; you have to, regardless of your intentions to drive San up the wall.

Honestly, you’d felt a twinge of impatience when San suggested to start with just him before Wooyoung got too involved. But although you knew he’d be a lot to take in, now you feel it; and there is something to be said for the chance to let your jaw and throat relax around San without Wooyoung jackhammering into you from the other end.

Your eyes flutter shut, moaning at the feel of San’s velvet heat between your lips, the weight of him, the salty taste of precum on your tongue. San groans as you gradually take him further, sucking at the tip between every few passes of him inside you inside your mouth.

Soon he nudges at your throat, and you take deep, deliberate breaths through your nose to soothe your gag reflex away. Wooyoung makes a tight sound when you start to push yourself harder, convulsing around San’s leaking cock.

“Takes some getting used to, doesn’t he?” Wooyoung rasps, his fingers dancing up your thigh. “But fuck if he isn’t worth it. Still think you can handle us both? You better don’t think I’ll take it easy on you.” He chuckles roughly. His hand delves further, teasing you like you teased San earlier; nothing but light, ticklish brushes against your needy cunt, never a solid touch. “Gonna fuck you just how you deserve, I’ll bury San’s cock deeper into your throat with every thrust. That’s what you want, right? Get your face fucked by that big fat cock until he spills it all on your hungry tongue.”

“F-fuck, Woo—” San hisses. His hips jerk forward, cock prodding against the back of your throat. “You got such a fucking mouth on you, ahh…”

Wooyoung’s fingers press down a little firmer, finding your clit. “Actually, it’s her who has a mouth on you,” Wooyoung grins, rubbing toe-curling circles into you. “Small mistake; but it’s alright, I know you’re a little slow tonight.”

“Oi,” San starts, but his warning look is immediately undercut by a pitiful, cracked whine when you cup his balls to softly massage them, right as you sink fully down on his cock, nose touching his pelvis. Your throat spasms around him, eyes tearing up, light-headed on his strained, pitchy moans.

Wooyoung chuckles. “Don’t worry about it, Sannie. She’s enjoying herself either way.”

You moan shamelessly in agreement, spurred on by Wooyoung’s thumb on your clit and San’s slow ruination by your hand; his hips rocking into your mouth with shaky restraint.

“Hmmf, shit, g-getting real close, baby,” San groans haggardly when you swallow around him. “Shouldn’t, mhh, shouldn’t Wooyoung—”

“I think she likes me just fine, right where I am now,” Wooyoung grins, toying with your clit between thumb and forefinger. He proves his growing familiarity with your body, stirring a sharp heat that licks at your cunt with each brush of his fingers.

San whimpers as your moans vibrate through him, every muscle in his body tightly drawn. “S-seriously, I’m— I’m gonna cum if you keep this up, baby, fuck…”

And you do keep it up, just for a moment longer; until San’s breath stutters, his arms trembling, skin flushed with a sheen of sweat. He makes a pained, strangled noise when you abruptly pull away, and his hips try to chase you but your firm hand eases them back. You run your fingers soothingly across San’s thigh while he catches his breath, though you can’t resist a soft kiss on the glistening tip of his cock, twitching under your lips.

San watches you in a daze, foggy pleasure drawn across his eyes, while Wooyoung takes this opportunity to move closer. Your cunt is temporarily abandoned as Wooyoung sits next to you on his knees, pressing his shoulders against yours. He grabs your hand to wrap it around his cock, and you catch on immediately, moving with quick firm strokes while his fingers slide back home between your thighs.

You moan and lean into Wooyoung to suck at that mole on his bottom lip, leading into a bitey kiss, sloppy and playful and increasingly desperate. Wooyoung grins against your mouth as he feels and hears how you gradually begin to become undone.

“Can I cum?” he murmurs, a quiver in his voice that betrays he’s well aware of the power he’s putting in your hands. “Now that’d rile sweet San up, wouldn’t it…”

You let your eyes drift up and down, from Wooyoung’s kiss-swollen lips, to his heaving chest, down to his weeping cock, then over to San. He is trying to pin Wooyoung with a dark look, but his eyes are still hazy, only slowly recovering from how you denied him. You bite your lip, temptation pulling at you.

“You can — if you help me out,” you hum at Wooyoung, and press your lips against his once again. Wooyoung groans happily, eagerly welcoming your tongue delving into his mouth.

Blindly you reach for San’s cock, drinking in his beautiful whine when your fingers wrap around him again. You tease Wooyoung by pulling back just slightly, forcing him to follow, and then another time, and again, until your lips brush up against the purpled, weeping tip of San’s dick.

Wooyoung moans as he realises what you have in mind, a wicked smile drawing across his face. “Fuck, I do like the way you think,” he chuckles hoarsely, flicking his tongue against San’s cock. “You got some real trouble hidden in that brain after all.”

With that, he swoops back in for another messy kiss, wet and noisy as he alternates licking into your mouth with suckling at San’s leaking slit — but never forgetting about you, his fingers nudging you closer and closer to your own finish. Your tongues glide against each other and against San’s cockhead, lost in a frenzy as you gasp and moan into Wooyoung. The taste of his mouth and San’s precum mingles in a salty tang, and the sharp pleasure inside you coils ever tighter as you melt into the lewd heat of making out and giving head.

If you thought San’s moans were desperate before, now you know better.

Like kindling to the fire, his pained whines stoke the blazing heat in your core even further, and you rock frantically into Wooyoung’s hand, chasing the high that you fully intend to withhold from San. Wooyoung is close himself, groaning with every twist of your hand.

San’s body trembles at the joint onslaught of you and Wooyoung, until his elbows buckle and his wide shoulders slam back against the bed. His back arches, hips bucking upward so hard he almost wrenches himself from your firm grip around the base of his cock. Desperately, he grasps at you and Wooyoung with weak, shaky fingers, unable to get a hold.

“C’mon, play fair, baby,” San gasps. “H-him, but not me? That’s— hmmf! F-fuck, ahh…”

With a helpless moan, he writhes on the bed; able to feel it when Wooyoung finds that exact right angle on your clit, your noisy mewls vibrating through his throbbing cock, into his every nerve-ending. You’re not even teasing him anymore right now, every moan involuntarily ripped from your lips by Wooyoung’s deft fingers.

San groans as your hand squeezes tighter around him, twitching between your fingers — but your grip falls away entirely as Wooyoung forcibly wrenches an orgasm from your soaked cunt, your thighs shaking, and San gasps for ragged breaths as he is left tethering at the edge yet again.

“There you go, doesn’t that feel good,” Wooyoung coos at you, pecking at the corner of your mouth as you tremble and squirm against him. He rubs slow circles around your clit, grin widening as you jolt in his hold with every lingering pulse that tears through you. “Fuck, you’re dripping on my fingers, can’t wait to fuck that pretty pussy again. So wet…”

But then Wooyoung hisses, cursing under his breath when your hand picks up speed to take him down with you. To give him everything you won’t give San.

“H-hmm—! Little tighter there, baby, ngh fuck, that’s it that’s it, ah, ahhh…” He cums with thick spurts, and you moan contently as he spills most of it on your chest, just as you aimed for. His seed slowly dribbles down your sternum and clings onto the swell of your breasts, rapidly cooling on your skin, and Wooyoung lets out a raspy moan at the sight.

As if on instinct, he leans in to lap himself right off of you, but you put a sticky hand on his chest to hold him back. “Not yet, Woo,” you grin tiredly, nudging your chin at San.

The man in question has managed to prop himself up on his elbows. His face is contorted with pleasure and pain, bliss and envy fighting it out on his wrecked, handsome features as he stares at your cum-stained tits with heavy-lidded eyes.

“F-fuck, you look so hot like that, baby…” he groans lowly, and the praise sings so hotly through your veins that you almost take pity on him. But instead, you press a cruelly sweet kiss on his inner thigh, then slowly drag your tongue up the underside of his aching cock.

You don’t even need to take him into your mouth to make him fall apart.

San’s chest heaves as he moans, getting noisier with every teasing swipe of your tongue against his slit. Every harsh inhale of breath comes back out as whimpers and desperate pleas. “More, fuck, want more,” he whines. “J-just let me cum, baby, I’ll be ready again by the time Wooyoung gets it back up to fuck your sweet cunt, fuck, need m-more, hmmf—”

Meanwhile, you allow Wooyoung to finally clean you up, now that San has gotten a good look. He hungrily sucks at your tits, lapping up his own sticky juices with his hot mouth. His eager tongue lavishes at your skin while San grows less and less coherent in his babbling.

You can’t even tell if San is begging or demanding at this point, but it makes no difference. You gently suck at the tip, flicking your tongue as his hoarse voice melts into nothing but slurred curses and calls of your name, until you can discern nothing at all. And that, is when you pull away again.

You clench at San’s strangled sob, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he stares at you; something between heedless worship and sheer desperation shining in his gaze. Sweat glistens on his skin, muscles twitching as his body is forced to accept yet another denial.

He recovers slowly while Wooyoung helps you up from your knees, and then he shifts San a little further onto the bed so you can settle comfortably in his lap. San draws hard breaths, swallowing thickly as your stomach brushes against his hypersensitive cock.

“Fuck, San, that was hot,” Wooyoung purrs at him, propping himself up on his elbow as he lays next to his boyfriend on the bed. He gently pushes San’s sweaty hair off of his forehead, and presses a kiss there. “Don’t get to see you like that too often. Did so well for us, so fucking hot.”

San sluggishly nods his head, the unfocused haze lifting from his eyes at Wooyoung’s praise. He sighs contently when you run a soothing hand over his shoulder. “You okay?” you ask gently, giving his upper arm a soft squeeze.

He hums, gradually inching away from that sharp edge where you had left him. His mind clears up, and he blinks up at you as his lips curve into a wide, bright and breathless smile.

“That… that was unexpected,” he says with a light laugh. “Are you trying to kill me, baby? Fuck.”

“I was trying to get you riled up so you’d fuck my face,” you chuckle. “But I’m not complaining, that was fun.” You never even dreamed of pushing him like this, pulling such fucking tasty noises out of him — nor would you have guessed that he’d even let you.

San’s eyes widen in belated realisation. “Wait, you were trying to—? But you said—”

“She lied, Sannie,” Wooyoung interrupts, giggling. “And you, you sweet oblivious fool, believed her so much it derailed all our plans for the evening.”

You pout a little, just for show. “I mean, teasing like that usually works. Wasn’t expecting him to just go along with it all.”

Wooyoung grins. “Bad luck, baby. San here fucking loves a nice edging.”

San pushes himself up, draping one arm lightly around your waist. “Shit, sorry about that,” he says, but he’s smiling through his apology, a pleased dimple poking at his cheek. “Just felt too good, I didn’t even think about it. You should’ve said something!”

He cups your face, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone. Something glitters in his eyes, but he pulls you into a kiss before you can place what it is. No, you can’t do anything but moan against his lips, searing against yours with startling heat.

You clutch onto San’s shoulders, melting into him as he sucks on your bottom lip, interchanged with gentle bites. Then his mouth slots fully over yours again, his tongue plying your lips apart. Wooyoung kisses a wet trail up San’s neck, lingering at his ear while San’s tongue glides against yours with infectious hunger. You moan against him when Wooyoung switches to you, mouthing at your throat with grazing nips of his teeth.

It’s not long before your hips roll into San’s lap, your leaking arousal smearing against his heated skin. You quickly find an angle at which your clit catches against his cock, too wired to remember he’s been edged thrice and might be too sensitive. It jolts back into your memory when San’s fingers bury into the soft meat of your waist, holding you still with an iron grip.

“No, baby,” he murmurs into your ear — but there is something different in his voice, something dangerous, his low rasp like a warning. “Getting yourself off by grinding on my cock? I didn’t think so.”

You pull away, blinking in confusion at the sudden shift in San’s demeanour — and your heart jolts in surprise at the sharpened, dark look in his eyes.

“So you lied to me, hm?” he says, raising an eyebrow.

Oh. Oh.

Your heart jolts again, this time in excitement. You wiggle against his grasp, a thrill buzzing through you when his hold tightens. “Made you feel good, didn’t I?” you pout at him, running your hands across his chest, up over his shoulders to loop around his neck. “If anything, you should be thanking— ahh!”

A sudden, sharp pain sears through your ass, and you cry out at the force of impact. Your head falls into the crook of San’s shoulder, and it’s not until after the fact, while San is rubbing his hand over the sting in your ass, that you realise what happened.

“San…” you whine, pushing back into the palm of his hand. “Don’t be mean, just wanted you to fuck my mouth…”

“‘Mean’?” San rasps. He pats your ass with soft smacks of his hand, warming the skin, but it’s not soothing; it is a promise. He is not done with you yet. “You think this is me being mean, baby?” He chuckles, the low sound raising goosebumps on the back of your neck, and you burrow a little deeper against his shoulder.

Wooyoung watches with a wide grin, wholeheartedly enjoying the show. “See, those are San’s buttons you gotta press,” he whispers in your ear. “Mouthing off works without fail. You learn quick.” Wooyoung nibbles at the shell of your ear, his hand drifting up and down your thigh — but never too close to your cunt. Wooyoung knows better than to get between San and a punishment.

“Baby, look at me,” San says, a stony edge to his voice.

You only moan against his shoulder in response, and give your hips an experimental wiggle now that San is only holding onto you with one hand. He has no patience for it.

“Look at me.” San reminds you exactly why he only has one hand on your waist, the other landing a sharp hit on your ass. The sting of it sings through you, straight into your core.

You moan louder, and a second spank follows rapidly, the slight increase in force making you gasp and clutch tighter onto San. Slowly the pain disperses, leaving a faint ache that feeds into the throbbing of your neglected cunt. San’s cock presses against your folds, but you cannot get friction — and you almost forget all about San’s command until his palm connects with your cheek a third time with a resounding smack.

You cry out, trembling in his hold, and shakily lift your head to meet his eyes.

San is still a little flushed from earlier, his dark hair ruffled and redness tinging his cheeks. He would look cute, if not for the storm brewing behind his eyes; a storm that you deliberately sailed right into, wide-eyed and severely underestimating the tempestuous force that awaited you. Now? Now it is sink or swim.

“So,” he says coolly, “how are you making it up to me?”

He gives you an unimpressed look, like he already knows that nothing you suggest could ever be enough to appease him.

You falter on an answer; your brain is frazzled already, struggling to comprehend this San is the same whiny mess who was writhing in desperation earlier. And the sight of Wooyoung certainly is not helping, his arm draped across San’s shoulders as he hungrily sucks at San’s collarbone, who barely seems to even notice, too focused on you.

“C-could make you cum…” you offer, trailing your hand down his chest and stomach to reach for his cock.

A fresh burst of pain blooms against your sore cheek.

San scoffs as you whine, your hips bucking so hard he has to use both hands again to keep you still. His fingers dig into the curve of your tender ass, drawing another whine.

“Too little too late for that, baby,” he says. “You can’t, that’s what got you into this mess in the first place. Why should I let you have the pleasure now?” He cocks his head, taking in your desperate state with thoughtful consideration. “Now, since you edged me three times… I think it’s only fair if we settle the score. Add one more just for good measure, to let the lesson sink in proper.”

“O-one more?” you say in disbelief — and almost anticipate the flat of his hand connecting with your rear. You swear you can feel capillaries burst on impact, a raw heat glowing from your skin. San runs his hand over it, a slow, dangerous smile spreading on his lips.

“Yeah, one more. Three as payback, one for lying to me.”

“Oh come on,” you protest, a kneejerk reaction of annoyance sparking to life. “The lie wasn’t that big of a dea—”

Okay, this time you really should’ve seen the spank coming. You whimper, slumping forward against San’s chest as the flare of pain passes. Your cunt is drooling.

“It’s as big a deal as I make of it, understood?” San says, his hand now inching inward. You’re shaky with anticipation and trepidation, knowing what is waiting for you. “Besides, don’t pretend you didn’t beg for this. If you want to be a brat so bad, you’ll get fucking treated like one.”

You let out a shuddery moan, putty in San’s hands as he shifts you slightly so you’re not pressed up right against his dick. It also gives him better access to your cunt, and you gasp tightly when two of his thick fingers slide right inside, meeting only minimal resistance from how worked up you already are — and the earlier orgasm doesn’t hurt, either.

“Fuck, this won’t take long, I can tell,” San chuckles, thoroughly enjoying the wet squelch of his fingers being swallowed up by your sopping cunt. “Look at her, Woo. She won’t last a minute, don’t you think?”

Wooyoung detaches his mouth from San’s shoulder, leaving a plethora of bruises behind. He hesitates for a moment, not entirely sure where he stands with San right now, but shrugs off his doubt. He purses his lips as he takes a look at you, rubbing his chin like you’re some scientific curiosity to be studied.

“Hm. She can take another finger,” Wooyoung says, almost dismissively.

You shudder with a low whine as San immediately tests Wooyoung’s assertion. Your cunt sucks him in, greedily, and your breath turns pitchy when he curls his fingers. It does not take long before San presses against your g-spot, and he makes a content noise as you squirm in his lap.

“Close already…” San groans. “Always so fucking responsive to us. Could be treating you so well if you’d behaved, fuck…”

“P-please, Sannie. Need you, need you so bad, please,” you whimper, grasping at his shoulder. You cup his cheek, trying to bring San in for a desperate kiss but he does not budge, his eyes pinned on how you steadily leak onto his hand, your thighs quivering.

He is unfeeling to your pleas, to your moans, to the way you writhe against him. Pressure builds fast, heat flooding your senses with every stroke of his fingertips. You whine pitifully, grabbing at San’s arm as he drags you to the very brink — then tears his fingers away to leave you hanging right there, just as promised.

You sob brokenly as your body’s demand for a release is denied, the cresting waves slowly draining away in the sudden emptiness of your cunt.

San smiles slowly at the sight of you, using his glistening fingers to tip up your chin. His lips ghost against yours, breath hot on your skin. “That’s one,” he whispers hoarsely.

“S-Sannie, please,” you beg again. A tactic born from desperation; it has always worked before, your neediness is a dependable source of praise from San. How he’d call you greedy with indulgent adoration, eating up the way you pleaded for his touch. “Want your cock, please, i-isn’t that what you wanted too? To feel me choke on you while Wooyoung fucks my pussy? I’ll be good, I’ll be your good girl, please, San, please…”

But San merely raises an eyebrow at you; not a trace of his usual warm indulgence, giving you nothing but chilled disapproval.

“Can’t keep that hungry mouth off me, can you,” he scoffs, pulling his hand away. “Haven’t you tasted enough of me tonight?”

You shake your head with a whine. “Never, Sannie. Not until you cum in my mouth,” you murmur, again daring to reach a hand for his cock.

This time, it is Wooyoung who stops you. He snatches your hand away, fingers digging into your wrist. “Come, baby, you know better than that,” he chuckles. “Are you trying to make it five times?”

“Aren’t you sweet, Woo,” San says with a soft laugh. “Saving her from herself. How about you help me out for the next three?”

Wooyoung perks up. “I can?” he asks, eyes glittering with an eager need — but he is still hesitant, waiting for San’s plans for him.

“Yeah.” San wraps his hand around the back of Wooyoung’s neck, pulling him in just to bite at his bottom lip. “Don’t think you’re off the hook,” he breaths in between bites. “But I might go easier on you if you behave now. Three more times, and if you do well, I’ll even let you fuck her pussy. Just imagine how fucking desperate she’ll be by then, sobbing on your cock like nothing else exists in the world.”

You swallow down a moan, heat stirring in your lower abdomen at just the thought.

“Hm, fuck… I can do that, San, I’ll behave,” Wooyoung groans, his grip on your wrist tightening in anticipation. “C-can I eat her out? She’s so wet, Sannie, you know how good she tastes…”

A combination of excitement and distress shoots through you. Wooyoung’s mouth on your cunt — without letting you cum? Fuck. You wonder what San might do if you get pushed over the edge anyway; a reasonable concern at this point. Your body is so wired that the mere thought of Wooyoung’s tongue sends sparks down your spine, into your core.

San grins, seeming to realise your potential predicament as well. “Just don’t forget what you’re supposed to do, alright,” he says, nipping at Wooyoung’s lips one final time before he lets go. “Don’t get carried away.”

It only takes a short moment of manoeuvring before Wooyoung has you flat on your back, while San leans back against the headboard; content to watch from a small distance. His fist squeezes around the base of his cock, sweat gathered on his knitted brow.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung makes himself perfectly comfortable between your thighs; one of your legs is swung over his shoulder, the other propped up against your ass to open you up for him.

His breath fans across your heated, sodden folds, and he is delighted at the discovery that you are every bit as wet as he imagined you to be. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he groans, reverence seeping into his words.

Wooyoung works you with surprising patience; slow thrusts of his tongue inside your cunt while his nose gets reacquainted with your clit. He groans as your fingers twine through his hair, tugging at the faded red strands just how you know he loves. San watches with detached curiosity, a faint slick sound of his palm sliding across his length reaching your ears.

The change of position gave you a short respite, but Wooyoung soon has you trembling underneath his mouth, his depraved moans rippling through you as he feasts. He is thorough, never one to waste anything that his probing tongue can reach. You can’t help from whining loudly and try to anchor yourself with your tight grip on his hair; but it’s not enough to keep you steady, a light-headed and floaty fog rolling in as your thoughts melt away into a daze.

It becomes all too easy to forget the purpose of why Wooyoung is doing this. After lapping up your juices, he drags his tongue from your entrance up to your clit, suckling on the swollen nub. Gradually, you surge towards that high, hips rolling up against his mouth as you chase it mindlessly — but Wooyoung proves himself obedient, and cruelly yanks your release away at the last moment.

A strangled moan tears from your throat, tears springing into your eyes. Wooyoung grunts as you pull at his hair, desperate to keep him on you, but his dark chuckle falls coolly on your slit, drenched with saliva and arousal.

“Wooyoungie, p-please let me cum,” you whimper, trying to appeal to his misbehaving ways. San shifts just slightly. “Right on your tongue, i-it will be good for you too, right? Hmgh!”

Wooyoung flicks a finger against your clit, tutting at you before San even needs to warn him. “Sorry, baby, but this is fun,” Wooyoung grins, running the same finger through your folds before he flicks at your clit again. His other hand keeps you in place, even when your hips try to snap up. “Wanna see how much I can make you squirm for the next one.”

“Y-you’re a backstabber, you know that,” you say, voice shaky. “Thought we were in this together. No loyalty.”

“He just knows what’s good for him,” San says, suddenly quite closeby. He’s kneeling just above you, your head resting between his spread knees. You crane your neck just far enough, and catch a perfect upside-down view of San jerking himself off with steady pumps, slowly rocking into his own hand. “Get back to it, Woo. Can’t have her recover too much between rounds, can we?”

As instructed, Wooyoung suctions his mouth back over your cunt. Whether he’s eager to please San or to unravel you, Wooyoung puts in his best efforts either way. He pants against your plush cunt, his own hips rocking into the mattress as his teeth graze over your clit. You mewl and twist against him but it’s no use, and Wooyoung glances up with a wicked grin as he drags his tongue back down to your fluttering hole. With decadent smacks of his lips, he drinks from you while deliberately pushing his nose against your clit.

San watches, enraptured, his own moans picking up as he gets closer to his own climax. He holds it off, denying himself for just a few moments longer, until he sees how Wooyoung releases you from his mouth and you convulse in frustration, and San finally lets himself go with a ragged groan, cumming over your chest and stomach.

You whimper a sob at the dual sensations of San’s hot seed hitting your skin, yet your orgasm getting ripped away from you. Tears cling to your lashes, and you see through blurred vision how San’s cum drips down your heaving chest, between the few crusty remnants of Wooyoung’s that he missed while ‘cleaning’ you up earlier.

Tiredly, barely even thinking about it, you reach to swipe some up on your fingers for a taste, but San snatches up your hand and offers it to Wooyoung instead.

With a pleased moan, Wooyoung accepts. His tongue swirls hungrily around your digits, sucking off every last drop. He pulls his lips away with a soft ‘pop’, and casts a longing glance at the mess on your torso.

“One more, Woo,” San reminds him sharply, his voice cutting through Wooyoung’s daze like a knife. “Then you can have as much as you want.”

Wooyoung whines softly, but his obedience holds strong… sort of.

As soon as he buries his face between your thighs again, you can sense that something has shifted in Wooyoung. He is more frenzied, less controlled in the way he eats at you, his patience crumbling away between frantic thrusts of his tongue. You cry out at his aggression, spine arching and toes digging into his back as Wooyoung slurps at you with reckless abandon. He humps against the bed as he threatens to shatter you to pieces, seemingly forgetting exactly what he is supposed to be doing — or not doing, your high approaching with rapid violence.

“Woo— Wooyoung, you— fuck, too much, Woo, I’m— hm, hmgh, I—”

You sob out your pleas; your wires crossed, unable to decide whether you want him to push you over or not. You’re close, so fucking close, to both your peak and to appeasing San, and you can’t work out which is more important. All you know is that it is too much, too much, overwhelming all your senses — until it is all gone at once, and Wooyoung yowls as San has him grabbed by the hair, forcibly yanking him off your aching cunt.

You sob in relief and agony, mourning the overwhelming pleasure that recedes away from you.

“Enough, Woo,” San says, a low growl in his voice. “Not the time to get drunk on that pussy.”

Wooyoung quiets down fast, fully aware San might flip the script on him at any moment’s notice, if he decides Wooyoung hasn’t behaved to his wishes. “S-sorry, San,” he murmurs, grabbing and petting at San’s hand in his hair to placate him. “Just wanted to make the last one count…”

Slowly, San releases him and Wooyoung slumps down with a muffled whine. “Alright,” San says coolly, deciding to let it slide. “Then go and clean her up.”

Wooyoung does not hesitate for a second, crawling over your body. His lips are swollen and sticky from your cunt, but forever unsated, greedy as his tongue sweeps across your feverish skin.

You moan weakly at the light tickling of pleasure, as your body still lingers in the haze of being continuously overstimulated yet not stimulated enough. You wonder if Wooyoung’s task is intentional on San’s part; it keeps the fire between your thighs alive, but also gives some much-needed relief to your abused cunt.

Your theory is as much as confirmed when San runs a soothing hand across your jawline, tilting your head back to meet his eyes. His expression has softened into something gentle, careful fingers brushing over your sweat and tear-stained face, while Wooyoung sloppily laps up the last drops of cum from your tits.

“Did so good for me, baby,” San murmurs, a quiet pride shining through his gaze. “Took that punishment so well.”

Your head is still foggy, barely able to keep your thoughts in a straight line, but San’s praise coats it in warmth. “T-thank you,” you slur out.

San’s face opens up as his eyes widen in surprise, then he settles into a fond smile. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” he reminds you. “You ready?”

“…Do I get to cum now?”

Wooyoung chortles quietly, pressing a quick kiss on your navel before he sits back up again.

San shakes his head at your bold question, but can’t help from grinning. “You up to it, then? Let’s see if Wooyoung can get you there, hm? Can you get on your hands and knees?”

With his and Wooyoung’s help, you can.

Your knees are a little shaky, but Wooyoung has a firm hold on your waist as he grinds his pelvis against your ass, then slides his cock inside with little delay. Immediately you whine, walls fluttering around him — and San’s earlier spanking makes itself known as well, your cheek stinging with every thrust. Your sensitive body instinctively tries to shy away, but Wooyoung won’t have it, setting a steady pace that soon has you melting into him, reassured by the knowledge you won’t be denied again.

San has one hand cupped around your jaw, and with the other he brings his cock back to hardness. His eyes look a little tired but still alert, soft moans falling from his lips as he touches himself and has a front-row view of Wooyoung rutting into you, gradually picking up speed.

You moan at the way he fills you up; no direct stimulation on your clit, but Wooyoung catches on when you whine a little louder as he hits just the right spot, staying right there with every snap of his hips. The earlier fizzled out arousal comes back with a vengeance, and you clench around Wooyoung’s cock as he buries himself into you over and over again. “Fuck, fuck, taking me so well, baby,” he groans, fingers squeezing into your sore ass. “S-San, are you gonna—?”

San clasps your chin, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Thinking about it,” he muses. “What do you think? Did she do enough to be our good girl again?”

You whimper and try to nuzzle into his hand, assuring him that you are. Your body is close to being worn out, jostled by Wooyoung’s thrusts, but you don’t care, your need to get stuffed full allowing you to access some secret reserve of energy.

“Well,” Wooyoung chuckles, and you don’t need to look back to know his grin, “I’d sure say she did. Just look at her, Sannie. Don’t you want to finally cum in that pretty mouth?”

San scoffs lightly, reminded of your earlier antics, and for a moment you curse Wooyoung, fearing San might change his mind entirely. “I’ll fuck her mouth, sure,” San says sharply. “Didn’t say she gets my load.”

With that, San’s thick cock slides past your lips as he gently keeps you steady. Your eyes flutter shut with a blissful groan, easily relaxing your jaw as Wooyoung pushes San deeper into you with every slam of his hips.

Trapped between them, you are unable to do much more but keep yourself from collapsing, but thankfully their hands are on you in support. You surrender to it, to the way San’s dick is hot and twitching in your mouth, heavy on your tongue, while Wooyoung pistons into your throbbing cunt. He has found his rhythm, still catching that sponge of nerves with every drag of his long cock, and your whines grow increasingly loud. Drool pools in your mouth, then spills over onto your chin and San’s hand.

He grunts lowly as your tongue curves around him; it’s all you can do with Wooyoung fucking you from behind with increasing voracity. Wooyoung whines as you clench around him, switching to hard, long thrusts. You jolt and keen at the change, threatening to crumple when Wooyoung hits your g-spot with uncanny precision.

He forces you forward, and your eyes tear up as San unexpectedly hits the back of your throat — but it’s good, it’s all so good, and that long-denied, tightly coiled arousal inside your cunt finally snaps; bursting apart into sharp shards of overwhelming pleasure, coursing through your body without holding back. Your helpless wail is muffled on San’s cock, a deep pressure inside your abdomen releasing as a wet gush of translucent liquid is wrenched from your core, and then another, soaking San’s sheets while you tremble with every aftershock as Wooyoung fucks you through your orgasm.

San hisses at the sight, his eyes rolling back. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, and pulls your mouth off his cock. He whines softly as he palms himself, the tip still brushing against your lips. “Wooyoung—” he warns, and Wooyoung follows San’s lead; he wraps one arm around your waist to keep you upright, then slides out your still-twitching cunt to jerk himself off with rapid strokes.

You moan weakly when they both cum in quick succession; Wooyoung paints your ass in sticky whiteness, while San spills onto your face. Your tongue darts out in an attempt to catch some, and San chuckles at the sight, indulging your greed — which is how you know; you well and truly are his good girl again.

He leans down to capture your lips in a shallow but searing kiss, while Wooyoung gently helps you to sit on the bed. Wooyoung runs a hand along the tender swell of your ass, and he giggles when you whine against San’s mouth at the touch.

“Fuck, we made a mess of you,” he says, reaching to kiss your cheek, right on a thick glob of San’s cum.

San pulls back from your lips, looking you up and down with a proud grin. “You okay, baby?” he asks, and his grin widens when you give him a blissed-out nod. “Good girl. Let’s get you cleaned up and taken care of.”

“Oh, you already took plenty care of me,” you say, a sluggish smile on your lips. “But I won’t say no to borrowing your shower.”

San chuckles, pinching your cheek. “It’s all yours. Whatever you need.”

[sxcret-garden]

fly endlessly | woosan

Oh, my body, I don't wanna stop, until the break of dawn or Wooyoung needs San after the performance with the moon phases down his spine.

Fandom: Ateez

Pairing: San/Wooyoung

Member: San, Wooyoung

Length: 800 words

Genre: Smut

Rating: +18 (Explicit)

Triggers/Warnings: smut, oral sex, rimming, masturbation, small aftercare, established relationship

You can read it on: AO3

At first San had questioned why Wooyoung had asked him to keep the moon phases “tattoo” down his spine after the performance, but at this moment, feeling the younger’s tongue tracing the images etched into his skin he understood, and mentally thanked him for having this idea. It was much later that evening, both freshly showered and thoroughly cleaned, bathrobes carelessly placed on the chair in San’s bedroom, both men kneeling on the bed, San’s back to Wooyoung’s front, Wooyoung’s hands caressing and embracing the older, supporting his body upright as he descended with his tongue. Usually, San preferred to be in the other’s position, showering Wooyoung’s body with praises, pleasure, and love, for he had much to give, but he was not going to say no to the younger’s proposition. Don’t get him mistaken, he enjoys receiving pleasure, of course, but there is something more about giving, seeing his lover’s body contorting in bliss, that is incredibly satisfying to him, but for now he is more than content to let Wooyoung explore his body to his own pleasure. Feeling all encompassed by Wooyoung’s love, San’s legs trembled, having to fall down to his arms, head hanging low, subtly arching his back wanting more of the younger’s touches. 

And then he felt it. He felt fingers first, dry, just teasingly circling his rim, and could almost feel Wooyoung’s attentive gaze on his skin, watching him clench. Wooyoung’s hands grabbed his cheeks, massaging, spreading them, nothing to hide San clenching down on nothing. San heard the younger chuckle softly, enjoying the teasing. San was about to say something, to beg, when Wooyoung’s breath got that much closer to where he needed him, followed by a soft and almost tentative touch of his tongue. San sighed in pleasure, letting himself relax into a deeper position. Wooyoung helped him get settled, a hand pressing between San’s shoulder blades, making him arch his back even further until his head was on the mattress, hands grabbing the bed sheets. 

To Wooyoung, the vision was paradise: San’s head and large shoulders pressed on the bed, his arched back adorned by the moon phases, his small tapered waist leading to a handful of a backside, only his strong thighs supporting him upright. He could not wait any more minute, any more second, so he dove in, flat tongue licking from his balls, up his perineum until he reached San’s hole, letting spit flow from his mouth onto San’s skin, both of his hands making sure the cheeks were spread apart. He licked around and over the tight muscle until he felt San starting to relax, and then softly probed the hole with the tip of his tongue, searching a small way in, growing confident by hearing the muffled moans that were coming from his lover.

San didn’t know where pleasure began and where it ended. His entire body felt like it was on fire, the sensation overwhelming his nerves and running through his veins. It was too much and at the same time it was not enough, his hips moving back and forth, fucking himself on Wooyoung’s tongue mindlessly, feeling it make its way inside his hole little by little, needing more, deeper. He almost sobbed and clenched his fists on the bed sheets when he felt a hand circling his weeping cock, Wooyoung knowing exactly what he needed to reach his climax. His pleasure was rising on an unstoppable crescendo and he felt himself at a loss of words to warn, to beg, to plead, his thoughts blurring and only focusing on the sensation that was starting to make him clench his toes, tighten his fists on the mattress, moan loudly, uncontrollably. His entire body shivered as Wooyoung’s tongue reached as far as it could inside him, the younger’s lips touching him, mimicking their sensational kisses on another part of his body that was much more sensitive, while Wooyoung’s hand stroked him, back and forth, back and forth, pausing to circle the engorged head, and suddenly there was white noise ringing in San’s ears and his mind went blank, the strong orgasm overtaking all his senses as his body clenched, trembled, and seized under Wooyoung’s ministrations.

San didn’t even realize he had fallen down on the bed. Wooyoung moved quickly, bracketing San’s body with his hands, arms, and legs, almost like a weighted blanket to keep him grounded, patiently waiting for San to come back to him. When he felt movement under him, Wooyoung fell to the side, still hugging San’s body, turning the older’s head towards him. San’s hand reached blindly for Wooyoung’s, squeezing as a signal that everything was okay. And San was smiling, eyes still closed, but when they opened, there was nothing but his always unfaltering love for Wooyoung stamped across them.

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so i caved and decided to do a taglist again ajskföjlasd - you can apply here^^

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so an idea for the drabble game (im literally shaking in excitement about reading all of these ahsjdkd)

BUT i was thinking about sub!yeosang for "You can be a bit rougher if you want."

like sub!yeo is such an angel in bed and you can’t help but worship his body being gentle but purposeful with him and for him to ask (or beg) to be treated roughly ahhsjsjdjkdjdkdk obviously you can ignore but i wanted to share as this won’t leave my brain 😭😭😭

Ohhh that is a really good idea anon!! I noted it down, thanks for sending that in <3

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so i caved and decided to do a taglist again ajskföjlasd - you can apply here^^

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💖 Smut Drabble Game 💖

I've been wanting to do something like this again for a whiiile, and I decided it's finally time! So here's a little overview of how the event is gonna go:

I'm planning on posting these throughout June to give myself enough time to prepare, one drabble every other day. This means that only 15 of the below prompts will make the final cut! However, if I'm unexpectedly fast at writing these, I might consider starting to post sooner.

There will be one prompt per idol. You guys can feel free to give me suggestions about who you want to see for which prompt, but I hope you understand that I will give my own ideas priority! 💕

As I want to keep these drabbles short, I'm planning on making them around 500 words long, but in any case not more than 1k!

Please also remember to read my general rules before sending in anything^^

(Expect to see a lot of Ateez and NCT Dream members in this event, as they're the two groups I'm focused on the most atm - though I will do my best to also include members from the other groups I write for!)

(Once a name shows up next to a prompt on this list, it means that the respective drabble is finished^^)

Prompts are from these lists (x, x) and can be found under the cut:

"Let me see those eyes."

"Open your mouth for me." - sub!Wooyoung

"Please kiss me."

"Tell me what you want."

"You look so good beneath me." - sub!Jaemin

"I can take it."

"You take me so well."

"Spread your legs wider."

"Louder. Let me hear you." - Jisung

"Keep your eyes on me."

"Touch yourself."

"Do you want my fingers?"

"I can't get enough of you." - sub!Yunho

"You taste so good."

"Hands behind your back."

"Swallow."

"Don't hold back."

"Show me how much you need me."

"Say my name." - dom!Mingi

"I want you to ruin me."

"Do you think you deserve that?" - mean dom!Kun

"I want to have my way with you."

"Oh, is that how you like it?" - soft dom!San & soft dom!Wooyoung

"No touching right now. That comes later."

"Think you can handle that?"

"I don’t think you’ve had enough already."

"Someone should punish you for that." - hard dom!Hongjoong

"You can be a bit rougher if you want."

"I want you to be louder, my love."

"Please, mark me."

"I want to make you mine."

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so i caved and decided to do a taglist again ajskföjlasd - you can apply here^^

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me, at any given point of the day for the past week: i NEED to write chapter 9

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What type of nudes do you think ateez would take

oooooo this is fun lemme think

i don't think hongjoong would take pictures, i think he'd send you audios of him talking dirty 😵‍💫

seonghwa's nudes would be BEAUTIFUL. he'd make himself all pretty and then do little photoshoots of mirror selfies 🥺

yunho would definitely send hand pics. he'd send you pics of his big hand wrapped around his big dick so you remember how small your hand is compared to his </3

yeosang would take little teasing pictures. maybe pictures of his collarbones or the V of his hips, but probably not dick pics

san would take naked mirror selfies, but he'd be cocky while he does it. he'd bite his lip and smirk and feel himself up <3

i think mingi would like taking jerk off videos 🥺 he'd record all the pretty moans and faces he makes, and he'd whine your name when he cums :( and then he'd send it to you ofc

wooyoung would also take videos, but they would be SLUTTY. he'd pose and giggle and arch his back and suck his fingers and hump his pillows. and then he'd also send it to you ofc

jongho would take bulge pics. just pics of his cock straining against his briefs and he'd text it to you with the caption "come over"

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BUNBUN how do you think would be Ateez’ reaction if they came too quickly? I feel like Seonghwa would apologize a shit ton of time and make it up to you by eating you out for hours

OOOOOOO omg omg okay let me think

i feel like hongjoong would bury his face in your neck and giggle 🥺 he'd mumble "felt way too fucking good, baby. couldn't hold back." and then he'd reward you for making him feel so good by making you cum until you're numb 😭

seonghwa definitely would apologize over and over :( he'd try to not appear flustered but he'd probably be so embarrassed, no matter how many times you told him it's okay. but don't worry, he's gonna use that amazing tongue of his on you for hours to make up for it!!!

yunho would be a bit like hongjoong, i think. he'd make light of it to save himself the embarrassment, and he'd probably say something super dirty so that you're the flustered one instead of him, like "you know how much daddy loves your tight little hole, don't you baby?"

yeosang might just want you to keep going 👀 i think he has hella stamina and would like to be overstimulated anyway, so he'd just whimper out a little "please don't stop" while he lays back and whines and cums for you over and over again 🥺

san would just keep fucking you. he'd turn it into a kink or something like "you love it when i fuck you full of my cum anyway, don't you? think you can take two loads for me?" and he'd just smirk while you squirm and take it <3

oh god :( mingi would be horrified :( i think his first instinct would be to get super insecure, so he might need a bit of reassurance from you. remind him how good he always makes you feel and ask him to help you cum, and he'd immediately feel better <3

degrade the fuck out of wooyoung. he would love it. call him a stupid little whore and overstimulate the fuck out of him while you do it. say shit like "dumb fucking slut couldn't last more than 10 seconds? you're pathetic, youngie" and he might just cum again 😭

jongho would also get super flustered i think :( he'd probably try to defend himself like "t-that's never happened before, i'm sorry" but just kiss him and tell him that you liked it and he'd blush and ask if he could keep going 🥺❤️

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coworker a: do you want xy for lunch, i brought some for everyone!

coworker b: ...and that was a rethorical question!

my autistic ass: ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿

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Hiya! I just read thru both chapters of Aspects of Desire!! I love how you touch on the importance of consent and safety and show the traffic light system in action! Can't wait to see the next chapter

Hi anon!! Thank you so much for saying that and for taking the time to send me an ask about it 🥰 hehe i'm definitely glad the fic is reaching its intended audience 🙊

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Aaaaaa thank you so much 🥺🫶

2nd Desire ღ Tie Me Down [M]

ღ Aspects of Desire series ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ feat.: Yeosang ღ words: ~5.1k ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, sub!reader, reader masturbating and asking to be punished for it, reader’s hands tied together, he’s a bit mean but goes soft dom when reader shows signs of discomfort, strength kink, fingering, some body worship, teasing, begging, unprotected sex) ღ warnings: (him running his hand through reader’s hair)

Desc.: Lost in your excitement over the recent development in your relationship with your boyfriend Jongho, you try to tickle more of his dominant side out of him. When he shuts down that attempt with only the best of intentions, he makes sure you won’t stay flustered by your miscalculation for long.

Author's note: chapter 2 and I'm STILL nervous about posting kasjdfölksa I hope you guys enjoy though~ alsoalso I decided to do a taglist for this fic, so if you want to be added, just drop me an ask about it <3

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You drop your bag beside the entrance as you walk into Jongho’s apartment, the little melody resounding when the door falls into its lock that’s usually just another background noise to you manages to annoy you on this day. It’s only half past 4, yet you feel like you’ve been awake for more than 20 hours. 

You slip out of your shoes and step inside, the sofa in the living room being your destination. With a groan you let your body flop down onto it, the cushioned surface softening the impact. You’ve been at university since morning, your first class of the day being quite an interesting one and almost making you forget about the dreadful events that would follow suit. For lunch you met up with other students from your major to work on your group project, and these people really remind you time and time again why you absolutely hate group projects. You’re a group of seven, yet somehow the only ones taking the whole thing seriously are you and Yeosang, a guy you’ve done a course with before and who you luckily ended up being in the same group with. You know from back then that he does his work diligently enough - what you didn’t know was how badly the other five would do. One of them ran late, claiming he was convinced the meeting would start at 2 and not at half past 1, one of them didn’t show up at all, the others half-assed their parts and one girl only did half of what she was supposed to do. It’s a mess, and it’s stressing you out, because you’re getting a shared group grade for the paper. If you were being graded individually, you would’ve already decided to just do well on your own part, and make sure to precisely document who worked how much, but since you can’t exactly do that here it eventually came to the point where you decided it would be better if you took over the lead. As the person who has assigned herself the role of scolding the others into doing their work properly, you didn’t exactly gain their sympathy, but thankfully Yeosang was right there to have your back. Sharing their disdain was still better than having to shoulder it all alone, so you made a mental note to thank him with a cup of coffee or a meal later on.

But for now you want nothing more than to get this stupid project out of your mind, and lying motionlessly on the sofa and staring at a wall without any kind of distraction from your angry thoughts running wild isn’t exactly the best way to go about that. So you get up with a heavy sigh, peeking into your boyfriend’s room through the gap in the door standing ajar, before walking inside. He isn’t home yet - you assume he must be on his way, because his last class of the day should’ve ended about 10 minutes ago. Walking over to his closet, you open the side where he made space for some of your clothes, and you grab some comfortable pants and a t-shirt you haven’t worn in a while. There’s the logo of a game printed at the front - coincidentally a game you both used to play when you were still in school, and one of the topics you bonded over as you were slowly becoming closer.

You trod over to the bathroom, figuring you should take a shower in an attempt to clear your mind first of all - maybe you could magically find a way to wash off all the frustration the day has drenched you in. Either way, at least the warm water raining down on your skin has a calming effect on you, and so for a few minutes you merely stand there, doing nothing. You reach for the soap eventually, and as you’re cleaning yourself your thoughts slowly drift elsewhere.

Until you remember the conversation you had with Jongho about establishing a different kind of dynamic between you two. Your fingers dance up your body to your throat, and padding them onto your pulse reminds you of what it felt like to have his hand in this position instead. The thoughts of the project are quickly forgotten, yet your cells have not quite let go of the frustration yet - but that’s nothing a quick orgasm couldn’t take care of, right?

So you let your hands wander, allowing them to map out your own body wherever instinct leads them, and as your fingers find your core, you let out a long sigh. This feels like just what you need right now, so you don’t hold back, beginning to draw circles onto your sensitive bud. Feeling your limbs relax from the sensation, you lean your back against the wall, and eventually you reach out for the shower head, changing the setting to the highest pressure and letting it do the work for you.

You don’t think of much at all, simply enjoying the pleasure coursing through your body, until you can sense yourself coming closer to the edge, and you buck your hips up against the water jet.

“Fuck…” you whimper, as a scenario crosses your mind. “What if he finds out…” You gulp at the thought of Jongho figuring out you got off without him, in his apartment, and your mind begins to wander as you fantasize about all the ways in which he might punish you for it. Another curse escapes you through gritted teeth, and soon you feel your high crashing down on you, walls clenching around nothing as his name falls from your lips.

You step out of the shower feeling refreshed, purposely not changing back the setting of the shower head. You want him to catch you, want to know about all the things he would do to you that you haven’t seen him do before. Slipping into fresh clothes and wrapping a towel around your head to let your hair dry a bit before finishing the process with a blow dryer, you grin to yourself and you walk out into the living room. 

Your boyfriend comes home about half an hour later, just as you’re putting the blow dryer back to its original place in one of the cabinets in his bathroom. You suppress the excited grin that just won’t leave your lips, and instead greet him as per usual.

“You’re late,” you remark as you catch sight of the time displayed on your phone screen.

“Yeah, the subway was crowded. Should’ve taken the bus,” he mutters as he walks up to you, his hand patting your head in a gesture that’s supposed to say “I’m home.”

“Right, it’s starting to get bad at this time,” you continue your small talk.

“How did your meet-up go?”

“Don’t ask…” you brush it off quickly, hoping to ward off the stress creeping up to you again upon him mentioning it.

“That bad?” Jongho asks as he lets out a short laugh while he furrows his eyebrows, telling you he feels at least a little sorry for you.

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes. “And you? How was your day?”

“Don’t ask,” he answers, and now you’re the one chuckling. “I’ll go wash up real quick, and I think I’ll need some time to decompress afterwards.”

“Sure,” you mutter, before reaching up from where you’ve made yourself comfortable on the edge of the sofa, hand snaking behind his neck so you could pull him in for a quick peck on the lips. 

And so he disappears in the bathroom, you hear him turning on the water and you hear him turning it off again after a while, and with every passing second, the excitement for what’s to come is only growing. Except when he’s done, he simply informs you he’s going to game for a bit, and then he walks into his room. You’re confused to say the least, and a bit disappointed as well. This is not going according to the plan you had in mind, and you wonder if it’s just because he’s had a bad day or if maybe he just isn’t in the mood today. Trying to brush it off, you grab a book you started a while ago, staying out in the living room as you attempt to read a chapter or two, but somehow your mind just won’t let you focus on the story unfolding on the pages in front of you. So eventually you get up, deciding to sneakily follow him instead - you’re not sure why you’re being so secretive all of a sudden.

Your boyfriend is certainly good at reading the room, and it’s helped you leave behind your own awkwardness more than once. So today as well you decide to simply sit at the edge of his bed and watch him play his game, hoping for him to notice something’s off as you’re trying to find the right words to say. And without doubt, he doesn’t disappoint.

“What’s with you?” he asks in between rounds, his voice soft in contrast to the serious stance he tends to take on while playing his games. 

“Just…” you’re not sure how to start, how much to hint at what you want - you sure as hell aren’t thinking of just saying it straightforwardly, now that you’re beginning to feel a bit embarrassed about it.

“Hmm?” He drags out the sound a bit, then the image on his screen changes, and he adds, “Let me finish this and then we can talk?”

“Alright.” You’re suddenly more anxious than you would’ve expected yourself to be as you watch, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt the entire time. The time spent waiting for him to turn his attention to you feels like half an eternity, even though once he’s done you’re sure it can’t have been more than five minutes. He exits the game to the main menu, and as he takes off his headset, he turns to you in his chair.

“What is it?” You see worry on his face, and you immediately feel the need to let him know it’s nothing serious, really.

“Nothing bad!” you say. 

“That’s good,” Jongho answers, relief behind his words.

“Just… didn’t you… notice anything?” You rub your legs together as you avert your gaze from him, but even in the corner of your eye you can tell he’s thinking hard about your question now.

“Notice anything?” he repeats, and then suddenly his eyes narrow, and there’s an amused smile about to creep onto his lips. “Like what?” At this point you’d have sworn you could see the exact moment the dots connected in his head, so his question throws you off a little.

“Like… uhm… I showered earlier.”

“Good,” he chuckles, and you press yourself on to continue.

“And uh…. maybe got off…”

“Oh. That’s nice,” he replies, and once again you’re thrown off, this time by the way the tension in the room drops right away, and he’s now showing you a genuine smile. “Why are you telling me about that though? Want me to come watch next time?” He tries to throw in a joke, but the confusion radiating off you makes him think again, and well, now you’re sure he understands what you’re trying to get at, because he raises up his chin just a little, giving you that look that’s supposed to say “I found you out.”

“Were you maybe thinking I would punish you for that?” he assumes correctly, and you nod, heat rushing to your face now. 

“Yes…” Jongho laughs. It’s more of a giggle, actually, and the amusement in his expression only adds to your confusion. And then he becomes serious, though his features keep their softness.

“Look… I’m sorry to disappoint you but… I’m not going to do anything we haven’t discussed beforehand,” he explains, making sure to be clear about his thoughts. “My first impulse isn’t to punish you for masturbating. But if you want me to, we can talk about it.”

“O-okay,” you stammer, and once again there’s this endearing smile on his face, spreading from ear to ear. You know it’s meant to reassure you, but right now all you can focus on is the embarrassment burning in your chest from making such a severe miscalculation. This isn’t how things go in real life, of course it isn’t. You should know that, and yet-

“Hey,” he calls out to you, hand reaching for yours, giving you a squeeze to tear you out of your thoughts. “Let’s talk about it.” 

He’s also good at that - saying the right thing at the right moment. Or at least he tends to say the things you need to hear in moments like this, and once again you feel unmistakably that you’re safe with him, and that you’re in this together.

“Okay.”

“So…” letting go of your hand, he leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, and you feel the dynamic shift ever so slightly as he won’t divert his eyes from you. “What kind of punishment were you thinking of?” You raise your eyebrows, and you begin to ponder on his question, but somehow your head is suddenly empty.

“I… don’t know…” you admit, and he grins at your words again.

“You didn’t think about what you want me to do to you now?”

“I mean… I did… but more… in a general sense,” you stammer.

“Like what?”

“Like… you fucking me…” And there it is again, that laugh that’s really more of a giggle than an actual laugh.

“You didn’t think about what comes before that?”

“Not… really?” you admit, and he clears his throat.

“Then how about I tell you what came to mind for me, and you tell me if that sounds okay to you?” You nod okay, and he continues, “So what I was thinking is that I could restrict you in some way… putting you in handcuffs maybe, or blindfolding you.”

“I don’t think I’m okay with the blindfolding,” you respond. “Handcuffs sounds… nice though.” 

“See? This is just why I didn’t want us to rush into this,” your partner says. “Because if we move too fast, misconceptions about what the other wants, or just about how this whole thing works are bound to go unnoticed.”

“You’re right,” you agree, being able to see where you went wrong with your assumptions clear as day now. “Then… let’s take it slow. Talk before we do stuff.” An awkward laugh escapes you as you’re speaking those words, because after all you were the one trying to rush into this, and now you can’t help but feel thankful that he stopped you just in time.

“So…” Jongho gets up from his chair, walking over to his closet and rummaging through one of the shelves, pulling out a dark red tie. “I think this is gonna look pretty on you. That okay?” You nod, merely watching as he walks over to you, and when he tells you to take off your clothes first of all, you don’t hesitate. Placing yourself on top of the bed, kneeling in the middle of it, he sits in front of you, and you hold out your hands for him to tie them together. “Not too tight?”

“No, it’s fine,” you answer, the soft texture of the fabric feeling quite good around your wrists, actually.

“I don’t have actual handcuffs, unfortunately…” he explains as he checks the knot one more time, and then he lifts one of his hands to run his fingers through your hair, eyeing you thoroughly. There’s a serious expression on his face now, he’s concentrated as he lets his fingertips brush against the side of your throat, but the way he allows for a smirk to creep onto his lips when you instinctively lean your head back to give him access tells you he’s very much having fun with this.

“You really like that, huh?” he mutters, wrapping his hand loosely around your throat, the warmth of his touch alone causing your heart to beat faster.

“Yeah…” you mouth, and to your disdain he moves on. His fingers draw imaginary trails down your body, moving slowly and deliberately, and his eyes follow their every move.

“So beautiful… too bad I’m gonna have to wreck you.” He speaks silently, and whether it’s because of the tone in his voice or his words you don’t know, but it’s giving you shivers all over and you gulp. His hand eventually finds its way to your side, snuggly fitting into the space between your waist and your arm, and he leans in to brush his lips against yours. It’s a short kiss, yet he lingers there for a few seconds before pulling back merely a few inches - the kind of kiss that’s meant to make you want more. “Want me to punish you, hm? Then, what if I push you a bit? Be a little less nice than usual and not give you everything you want right away.” You suck in a sharp breath at his words. “You’d like that?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, tension building up. You’re not sure what exactly he has planned, but you know he wouldn’t push you too far… right? He wraps the fingers of his free hand around your wrists, and as he brings them up above your head he pushes you back into the mattress, carefully, gently. And yet you don’t miss the dangerous glint in his eyes as he’s now gazing down on you, hovering above you as he pins you against the bed. Lowering his head, he makes you mewl as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he scatters a few nips here and there.

“What’s your color, dear?”

“Green… very green,” you sigh, feeling his weight on top of your chest. 

“That’s good,” he speaks quietly as he comes back up, his face now being right in front of you and the tips of your noses touching for one short moment. You think he’s going to kiss you, but then he sits up instead, letting go of you to rid himself of his shirt. With every movement of his you can see the outlines of his muscles working underneath the skin, and the urge to touch him, to run your nails down his chest and his stomach, makes you bring your hands up. For a moment you forget that they’re tied together, and you frown at the restraint, and before you can do anything more, your boyfriend is quick to click his tongue at you as he reaches for your hands and pins them back down above your head.

“Wanna touch me so bad, hm?” he assumes correctly, and then he adds, moving closer to your ear, whispering sharply, “No touching unless I allow it.”

“O-okay,” you mutter. You can unmistakably feel the power he has over you now, both in the way you don’t have the strength to free yourself from his physical restraint, and in the way you feel yourself immediately submitting to his verbal restraint. 

“Stay like this,” he then says and you nod as he sits back up. This time he lets his palms run down your upper body once as he kneels on top of you, going over to dragging his nails down your skin once he reaches your hips and doing the exact thing you would’ve craved to do to him. But you obey, waiting patiently for his next move. “So pretty…” he mutters, his intense gaze burning on your skin, and after having his hands wandering all the way back up, he leans in to leave a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. And again there’s this urge to move your hands, to throw your arms around his shoulders as his lips are mapping out your features, but you can’t. You shouldn’t, and so you resist.

He kisses his way down your stomach, biting your flesh here and there without applying too much pressure, and the way he’s taking his time with it doesn’t help your case as you’re having an internal battle against your own impatience. Rubbing your thighs together as he’s hovering just above your core and he’s touching you everywhere but where you need him the most, you reach your breaking point.

“Jongho…” you call out his name. “Please.” He merely chuckles at your plea, not even looking up at you now.

“What?” His voice is low, quiet. Calmness radiates off of him, like he knows that he has all the time in the world for this.

“T-touch me please…” you mewl.

“Hmm,” he makes a noise as he appears to be thinking about your request. “But do you deserve that?” You let out a whine at his question, and you frown when he crawls all the way back up, only to press a teasing kiss to your lips. “Do you deserve my touch when clearly you decided that you can also just do the job yourself?” He moves up further, his lips brushing against your wrists just below where he tied them together, and then against the knuckles on your fingers. “Can’t get yourself off now, can you?” He places his hand over yours, pushing your wrists into the fluffy blanket as if to put an emphasis on his words. 

“Please…” you start another attempt at getting him to do what you want, but he merely sends you a smirk. 

“You’re choosing the shower head over me and now you think I’ll give you what you want so easily? That’s naive.” You frown, and you pout up at him, and for a second his features soften, before he moves his hand from your wrists to your chin, tilting it up slightly. Then he places a kiss onto your jaw, and he asks, “Color?”

“Green…” You idiot - you add in your mind, and when he comes back up to get a good look at your face, you can undeniably see the amusement on his face.

“Didn’t think you’d like being treated like this so much,” Jongho comments, and then he lets his hand wander from your chin down to your lower stomach. “Really makes me want to do this all day.” Fuck. You gulp at his words, thighs pressing together just as he slips a finger in between, dragging it up your folds once, and you don’t expect a singular touch to affect you this much, but you find yourself arching your back as you moan in response anyway.

“Relax,” he says, tapping your thigh once, and you do, spreading your legs apart just a little to give him better access. He doesn’t hesitate to make use of that, watching for even the tiniest of reactions as he gathers your juices on his fingertip, moving it back up and making you whimper as he begins drawing circles onto your clit. You buck your hips into his hand once, causing him to sit up so he could use his other hand to press them back down, immobilizing you. “So needy…” he breathes as he continues on, watching you, and granting you a few teasing touches to your wet pussy. He slips a finger inside, drawing another moan from your lips, and when he adds a second one, pumping them in and out of you at an unhurried pace, you think you could cum on the spot. And he notices the way he’s affecting you, because now he asks you with a cocky smirk on his face that bodes no good whatsoever,

“You like that?” You nod, whimpering, and when he pulls out, the feeling of deprivation that overcomes you makes you whine with anger - though you don’t sound nearly as angry as you would’ve liked. “Too bad.”

“Keep going, please…!” you try to beg, and it seems to strike something deep within him, because now he raises his eyebrows at you, listening intently.

“What was that?”

“K-keep going… please… please…” you add, the desperation in your voice being obvious. “Don’t stop now… w-wanna cum on your fingers…”

“I’m sure you do, dear,” he whispers, leaning in to place a soothing kiss onto your tummy, but it just makes you more furious.

“Please!” you cry out, balancing on the edge between pleasure and frustration, and you know that you wouldn’t want him to push you any further. For a second you wonder whether you should tell him, ask him to go easier on you even though you were the one who wanted him to punish you so badly. But he seems to notice your inner conflict, and his smirk softens into a benevolent smile as he brushes his lips against the inside of your thigh now.

“Is that where the line is?” he asks, and you hesitantly nod. He comes up to comb his fingers through your hair, brushing away a strand that’s sticking to your forehead. “Then let’s not take it any further than this, okay?”

“Yeah.” He cups your face with his hand, thumb brushing against your lips, and he questions,

“What do you want me to do, love?”

“Fuck me… please…” you say with furrowed brows, and he chuckles at the sight in front of him. Caressing your cheek as he slowly takes his hand away in order to rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, he retorts,

“I can’t believe someone could say something so dirty with such an innocent expression on their face.” And now that you’re becoming aware of what you must look like right now, you find it funny too, and you let out a short laugh.

Your boyfriend places himself on top of you, one hand wrapping around his length in order to give himself a few strokes until he’s fully hard, while he has the other placed next to your head to support his weight on top of it. “Wanna hold onto me? Or…” You shake your head. “Want me to pin you down?” Adrenaline rushes through your veins, making you tingle all over from the thought of it, and you nod. Again, he seems amused by your reaction. “After all that you still want me to manhandle you, huh?” Him saying it out loud fills you with bashfulness all of a sudden, and still you feel the need to confirm that he’s right.

“Yes… please,” you mutter. He positions himself in between your legs, aligning himself with your core.

“You good?” he asks, and when you give him the okay he pushes into you. 

“Fuck…” The feeling of having him finally filling you up makes you hiss a curse as you’re throwing your head back from the overwhelming satisfaction. Jongho reaches for your wrists, pinning you down just like you had asked, and he leans in, his nose brushing against the skin right in front of your ear.

“Can you do me a favour, then?”

“Wh-what?” you stutter, impatience building up inside you again.

“I want to hear you beg for me again… can you do that?” You whine as he rolls his hips into yours once, and without hesitation you grant his wish.

“Please… please fuck me…”

“Mhm… that’s right…” he mutters, and from the way his voice changes as he begins slowly thrusting into you, you can tell he too has been exerting himself holding back from touching you properly more than you thought. 

“Please… feels so good… b-baby please…” you keep going, your moans turning into mere whimpers when he reaches down between your bodies in order to tend to your clit. “F-fuck… w-wanna cum on your cock… wanna cum so bad…!” you whine, racing towards your high at lightning speed. 

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he utters, his hips beginning to stutter, and the groans falling from his lips becoming more frequent. “So fucking perfect.”

You cry out when your high comes crashing down on you, hands formed into fists and your nails digging into your palms. Once again you try to instinctively throw your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders, and when you meet resistance as he’s still pinning you against the bed, your mind is flooded with that much more pleasure. He cums with a broken moan as you’re beginning to come down from your high, whining from the overstimulation as you let him thrust into you a few more times, and then he collapses on top of you.

Both panting, he lets go of your wrists and you immediately bring your arms up to put them around his frame, and this time he lets you. Eventually, after catching his breath, he rolls over onto his back, sitting up and undoing your restraints.

“You feeling okay?” You nod at his question, your eyelids too heavy to open, but you smile at him.

“More than,” you mutter, and when he lies back down beside you, you snuggle up close to him. Reaching for your hands, he holds onto one of them, thumb rubbing circles against your wrist, and when you look up you find worry in his eyes. “I really am okay, baby,” you whisper one more time, and he instinctively brings your hand that he’s holding onto in closer to his chest.

“Okay…” he just says, trusting your words, and you send him a sweet smile. Freeing your hand from his grasp, you bring it up to his head, fingers combing through his hair.

“Thank you…” you say, slurring your words a bit as the blissful afterglow of your high lingers in your mind. Your boyfriend lets out a sigh, eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation of you massaging his scalp. “For being careful. And for taking care of me so well.” And now there’s this smile creeping onto his lips. It’s barely noticeable, and yet you can tell how your words are affecting him. And in the next second he throws his arm around you, catching you by surprise as he pulls you on top of himself and engulfs you in a tight hug. He says nothing, you know that sometimes it’s hard for him to speak his mind in moments like these, but by now you know him well enough to know what he’s trying to convey with his actions. You giggle at the way he presses a kiss to the side of your face before having you rest your head atop his chest, loosening his embrace a bit to allow you to lie down comfortably. You too snake one arm around his waist, and with your heart swelling with your love for him that seems to know no end, you bury your smile in the crook of his neck.

[sxcret-garden]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #5

Requested by @starmochi27

Warnings/Content : Dumbification, use of sex toys, double penetration, pet play (reader is referred to as bunny)

A/n : LISTEN- I just want him to call me bunny and fuck me like a bunny PLEASE

“You look so pathetic like this bunny, got you all messed up didn't I? You wanna cum so bad, don't you baby?” You whimper around the gag ball tied around your mouth, with beads of tears streaming down your eyes. “My poor bunny wants to speak doesn't she?” Wooyoung moves closer to you, his hands keep your legs apart while he watches the way your cunt pulsates around the vibrating dildo.

“Bet your dumb little brain can't produce anything other than pathetic begs, bunny.” Wooyoung knew exactly the state you were in from having been edged more than what you could count for the night.

Wooyoung leans away from your cunt for the first time the whole night, only to lean in and pull away the gag ball. He gives a soft assuring smile and pecks your lips softly, causing your mind to have sparks from his actions. Just as tears threaten to form in your eyes, Wooyoung pulls away.

“You wanna cum, bunny? You wanna come around that dildo you were playing with in front of me? You wanna show how much of a fucking slut my pet can be?”

Your voice came out way more pathetic than you'd expected, letting out meek pathetic ‘please daddy’ as you cried into his shoulder. Wooyoung hated seeing you cry for anything, he would instantly swarm you up in his arms. But god did he love it when you cried under him. The things he would do right now to have you crying on his cock was inhumane.

Just as your moans got louder, Wooyoung was familiar enough with your sounds to know you were getting closer to your orgasm. The plastic dildo slips from your hole and gets replaced with his bigger cock in a swift move, but unfortunately takes your release from you.

You let out loud sobs in vain only for them to be interrupted with choked moans as he gives you a particularly harsh thrust. “That was the last one bunny, gonna make you cum over and over on my cock alright?”

You could barely form words as you nod and let his hips slap against your skin harshly in a monstrous pace. His harsh thrusts remind you of the fluffy butt plug snuggled in your hole. “D-Daddy t-too much, r-remove” Your words barely made sense to your own brain, but Wooyoung managed to pick up on what you were saying.

“Ah-ah baby, my Bunny's going to have both of her holes filled, Wouldn't you like that baby?” His hands slipped past your legs, before he got a hold on the fluffy toy. His hands move to thrust them rhythmically with the movements of his hips, pushing you over the edge before you knew it.

©️ wooyoungmybelovedhusband.

[sxcret-garden]

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