#kinkmas2018

[maknaesdancersrappers]

on the sixth day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ g a g s ]

>>DOYOUNG

>>warning/s: blindfold, light bondage, quick fellatio, cheating, dirty talking, vulgar language, uhh implied creampie??? and breeding kink bc idk its growing on me im probably having existential crisis

a/n: rj gets carried away pt 2 ft doyoung

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Kim Doyoung was a powerful man; the CEO of his own company at the age of 26, had multi-million franchises across the globe. He had everything; a mansion on an acre land he owned, vacation houses in each province of the country, the latest models of sportscars parked in his garage, a beautiful wife of 5 years—you would include “loving,” but that was only used for publicity.

When Doyoung had married his wife, he had no say in the matter. It was pre-arranged by their families, a contract made by their grandfathers. He didn’t care at first, it’s not like he was in a former relationship or even wanted one. For the first few months after their wedding, they did try to work things out; actually try to fall in love with one another, but in the end, as he had come to find out, she was only in it for the sake of making her family happy.

They had sex, plenty of it. All vanilla and boring—Doyoung wanted more, but she wouldn’t even let him hold her wrists down for a few goddamn seconds. The sex stopped when he found out about her lover: a high school sweetheart she was forced to leave because she had to marry him. And since that day, they’ve established that their relationship was purely just a piece of paper, that their status of husband and wife is nothing but a title to the public and their families.

You only came to the picture when Doyoung had made a surprise visit to one of his hotels in Busan. He parked his matte black Audi s8 beside a white Jeep Wrangler.

He steps out of his car to stretch his limbs and hears squeaking from behind him. As he turns, he sees you through the rolled down window of the Jeep; panting and sweaty, hair disheveled.

It doesn’t take long for him to realize you were riding someone—and from the look of disdain and annoyance on your face, it wasn’t going to knock your socks off. You notice him and he doesn’t move a muscle, unashamed of being caught watching you. You didn’t even care that he had seen you because the man beneath you was coming—quite loudly and finished with a smile on his face and a scowl on yours.

When you look back up to the man that had been watching you, he was gone. You almost felt embarrassed, only because he had to watch such a pathetic excuse for sex.

“You didn’t have to walk me to the elevator.” You quipped, clicking your heels against the polished floors.

“If I didn’t have to go to this emergency meeting, I’d walk you all the way up to your room.”

You spare him a sarcastic smile, “If it really was an emergency, you would have just dropped me off.” You turn the corner to where the elevators were and found the man from earlier. He has his hands in his pockets and gaze to the floor.

“Can I see you later tonight?”

“Nope.” You snapped, “Beauty rest for the wedding.”

The elevator doors open after a ‘ding’ and you briskly walk inside after the man.

“How about after—”

“I’m driving back to Seoul next morning. I’d rather not.” You swipe your keycard on the sensor and press your floor number.

The man you were with frowns, “Oh, well, then I guess I’ll see you at the wedding.”

You forced a smile at him before the elevator doors close and once they do, you groan, rolling your eyes until they land to the male who had witnessed everything. “Sorry you just had to watch the worst free live porn ever.”

He smirks, shrugging “I can’t say I’ve seen worse. I was wondering why a Seoul city girl like you would be with a Busan boy like him, he must be your partner for this wedding you’ve mentioned.”

“Oh, you know how it goes, single bridesmaids and groomsmen, yada yada, getting lucky and all that—well, he did. I did not, I definitely did not.” You’re reminded of the ache between your legs that you had to deal with back in your suite.

The elevator dings again and it opens to the lobby; no one gets in and you raise a brow at the man. “Aren’t you gonna get off?”

He looks at you, contemplatively.

The doors close and the elevator starts making its way up to bring you to your floor.

“I work for this hotel. I think it’s only right I escort a customer to their floor, especially after such a traumatic encounter that happened within the building, and make sure you have everything you need.”

“To say you work for this hotel is an understatement, Mr. Kim.” You laugh, finally recognizing his face under proper lighting.

“So you know who I am.”

“That handsome face of yours has been on the news a few times, so yes, I do know you.” You hum, warily eyeing him, “Your wife and I went to the same high school. She’s my junior.”

Doyoung scoffs, “Then you must know her lover, they were high school sweethearts.”

You look up at him, wide-eyed. “I-I do… I’m sorry.”

“My wife and I have come to terms that we’re only binded by a marriage contract. We’re just waiting for the right time to file for divorce. There’s no need to appologize.” The elevator doors open and he places a finger against the button to keep it that way, politely smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay, Miss…”

You say your name and begin to step out of the lift.

He repeats your name with a slight purr. “If there’s anything else you need, let me know.”

Everything began there; and six months later you don’t regret the encounter. You can still remember how you came undone once from his fingers, another with his mouth, and three consecutive orgasms with his cock. Even though you were completely spent, sensitive and overstimulated, you wanted more.

Doyoung gave you more and more every time you meet. You didn’t need an exchange of words to know what your bodies wanted; he wants complete control while you wanted to be used.

“I don’t understand how the men before me let you go to waste. They’re idiots.” He grumbles, taking off his wristwatch.

You chuckled, the little vibrations from your throat stimulating his cock as you sucked it. He had called you over to his house in Anyang when he found out you had a meeting nearby; that had been cancelled due clashing schedules so here you were, on your knees before him.

“They didn’t let me go. I let them go. They’re idiots for not knowing how to pleasure me even though it’s the simple concept of ‘give and take,’ hmph.” You quietly say after pulling away from his shaft, pumping it with both your hands. “What about your wife? Didn’t she find pleasure in this?”

“I guess it’s different if you’re in love with someone else.” Doyoung tosses the accessory aside as if it didn’t cost a hundred thousand dollars and starts working on untying his tie. “Also, can you stop calling her my wife?”

“She still is, though, until you file for divorce and until then, I’m still technically your mistress.” You push his cock closer to his stomach and lean forward to kiss his balls. “I thought you two had the papers already?”

“Our parents want a grandchild—and while both our grandfathers are still alive, they’re more than eager to hold their great grandchildren before they die.” He groans and you don’t know if it’s because of his dilemma or your mouth playfully nipping at his testes. “And of course they had to mention that when we were about to announce our divorce.”

You kiss his cock one more time before rising to your feet, “I’d offer you help, but I don’t know how aside from letting you use my body as a stress reliever.”

“It’s enough, trust me.” He smiles, tipping your chin with his finger and kissing your forehead, “Open your mouth.”

You look at him incredulously at his request, hesitantly parting your lips.

He jams his rolled up necktie in your mouth, holding you steady by your nape. The sweet smile on his face was now replaced with the expression of what you can only describe as the face of a predator, which meant you were his prey. “Enough talking. Do what you do best, sweetheart, and be a good slut for me.”

He pushes you over the bed and pulls your tight shirt up your body, leaving it around your eyes and kept your arms by your head. You feel him palm your breasts for a moment before the strapless bra you wore came off.

There was a soft sigh before you felt his mouth closing on your left nipple while fingers tweaked the other. You arch yourself towards him when it ended so quickly, his mouth leaving your skin with a pop before you feel him working to get your pants off.

After your slacks came off with your panties, you lay there; waiting with a necktie in your mouth and a shirt above your eyes. You knew what he was doing. He was standing there by the bed, shedding the remainder of his clothing and watching you; daring you to do something he wouldn’t like so he could punish you for it. But tonight you wanted to be rewarded.

He probably hoped you’d grow impatient and shrug your shirt completely off, but instead he watched you spread your legs apart and invited him to stare at your pussy, pink and sopping with anticipation.

You feel a lone finger quickly trail from your entrance to your clit, eliciting a gasp muffled by your gag and your hips lifting upwards to chase the contact.

“If I had you like this everyday, with that tight pussy of yours just waiting to be pounded by my cock, I’d be a father in no time.” He scoffs and you hear an appreciative hum that tells you he brought his finger to his lips.

The mattress by your feet dips down and you feel his hands run along your inner thighs, teasing you as he avoids contact where you wanted it the most.

You whine through your gag but he seems to ignore it, moving your legs so they would be draped over his thighs.

“I’ve always been one to use protection, but I remember the first time we met. You were just begging to be fucked by me, crying about not caring if I had a condom on or not.” His weight shifts on the bed again and then you feel the tip of his member pushing into you. You’re moaning through his necktie, jaw already aching at being jammed open for so long. “I came twice in you that day and you know what, sweetheart?”

He starts to thrust all of a sudden, pounding into you so quickly that your walls struggle to adjust to his girth and are rubbed raw. You feel his fingers digging into your hipbone with a bruising grip as he surges himself into you repeatedly. “It. felt. so. fucking. good.”

You cry as loud as you can through your gag, wanting to move your own hips to meet his thrusts.

“I’ve never thought about kids, [Y/N]. Have you?” He hisses, switching the angle of how his cock enters you and causing you to moan again. With your lack of response, he shakes your hips against him, “Answer me.”

You vehemently shake your head, tempted to take your shirt off so you could look at him, but you kept them overhead and held your forearms. He resumes his actions, letting go of your hips to fondle your chest.

“God, I love your pussy, sweetheart. Always so tight, no matter how much I fuck you. So fucking delicious—always so wet when I see it, always eager to take my cock. Your pussy is just perfect for my cock, don’t you agree, sweetheart?”

You’re breathing heavily through your nose now, almost choking on your saliva when you tried to breathe through your mouth. You shake your head.

“No?”

You mumbled back something, but obviously it was obstructed by the makeshift gag. You do your best to swallow the saliva that’s accumulated in your mouth despite the necktie and repeat yourself. “Yours.”

“Mine?” Doyoung repeats, and in your head you can see the confused expression he tends to make, “Are you trying to say this pussy is mine, sweetheart?”

You nod, writhing under his hold and finally able to meet his thrusts with your own fervent movements.

“Really? This pussy is mine, sweetheart?”

You nod once more and he stills, length halfway inside of you. His hands are no longer on your boobs, but resting back on your hips. Before you can complain about his inactivity, he drives himself back into you with a force strong enough to send your body further up the bed. It’s creaking this time with the headboard hitting the wall and creating the softest thud.

Doyoung brings his thumb over your clit, rubbing furious circles upon it, relentlessly, until you’re crying out loud and struggling.

Unable to keep still, you try to remove your shirt but he catches you, pushing your arms back down above your head.

“If this pussy is mine, sweetheart, I would want nothing more than fill it up with my cum. Is that okay with you?”

You shake your head in agreement.

He groans, continuously thrusting. “And if I get you pregnant, sweetheart? What will you do, huh? Will you keep it?”

You don’t know how but you were able to scream out a discernible and resounding “Yes!”

Without ceasing his movements, he tears your shirt off from your face and limbs, and your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. When you finally focus on him; with his eyes lustfully glaring down at you, jaw strained, and his entire body tense as he brings you closer to your climax, he asks through gritted teeth, “Do you want me to get you pregnant, [Y/N]?”

He fishes his necktie out of your mouth, disposing the damp thing on the floor, and cluthes your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

You break off the kiss, placing your hands on his hot skin, “I want you to fuck me until I do.”

Doyoung growls, rolling your bodies until you were on top. “Then go get it for yourself, sweetheart. Chase that chance to have my children.”

Like a maniac, you ride him; gyrating your hips, clenching around him. The beautiful sound of his moans is music to your ears and merely fuels you to move faster. You reach your climax first, throwing your head backwards and jerking erratically above him; which triggers his own, ejaculating deep within you.

Your lower abdomen feels hot as you calm down from your high, still gently moving your hips despite being sensitive to ride his orgasm out, each sporadic squirt of his seed making you flinch.

With his cock still seated comfortably inside of you, you feel yourself fall backwards, making him sit up and guide you gently down the bed and lay between his legs.

“Aren’t you on birth control?” He asks, voice completely raspy and out of breath.

“No.” You confessed, “They make my boobs too sensitive. I just take ‘morning after’ pills after we fuck.”

“Do you plan to take them tomorrow?”

“Do you really want kids?”

He shrugs and you snort, “Doyoung, will you even take responsibility if I get pregnant?”

“Of course I will! What do you take me for?” He exclaims, obviously offended. He smooths his hands over your thighs, “I just don’t have experiences with kids to know how I’ll fare with them. But I do know I’d like an heir to my company.”

You gesture for him to help you sit up, both of you wincing when he does as your bodies are still connected. “I’ll take the pill, only because it feels wrong to try and make a baby when your parents want you to have one with your wife.”

“Again, can you stop calling her that? She doesn’t even call me her husband anymore. Also, I never said they wanted me to have a kid with her. Technically, they never specified who the mother of their grandkids can be—they’re only assuming her because they don’t know what’s really going on between us.”

“So no pill?”

“It’s up to you, really.” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“Is that why you’re still hard?” You lick your lips at how his dick is throbbing inside of you.

“I’m telling you,” Doyoung sniggers into your ear, “There’s just something about your pussy that makes me want to fill it up.”

[jijissmutguide]

Work Worries || Kinkmas Day 1

syn: angry sex with doyoung. he's stressed about his work environment, and all he wants is a quicky with his favorite girl at home. fem!reader

warnings: l o n g d i c k s t y l e

When Doyoung came home, the first emotion you felt for him was worry. He had thrown his bags to the floor by the entrance and sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair angrily. You were almost afraid to ask him what happened, but you definitely knew it was work related. You couldn’t stand seeing him like this; he was stressed and ripping apart at the seams, and because of this, you decided you would ask him anyway.

“Doyoung, what happened today?” you inquired, watching carefully (almost cautiously) as he plopped down on the couch, all the way on the other side from where you were sitting.

“Nothing.” Doyoung’s answer was short and simple, and completely unsatisfying. Was it really that bad?

“Well, obviously it’s something,” you retort.

“It’s nothing, drop it,” he pressed. “Why do you always need to know so much?”

“I need to know too much? What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It means my day was shitty and I don’t feel like talking about it!”

You pinched your nose and sighed, getting up with a cut-off “fine” and beginning to walk away. Deep down, you knew Doyoung couldn't stand not being with you, and if it took speaking about his problems to fix it, he would. He stood quickly and chased after you, pushing you against the nearest wall and pressing a kiss to your lips. It was desperate and passionate, a kiss that set you on fire and left you reeling when he leaned down to nip at your neck instead. The sudden action threw you off, and all you could do was thread your fingers slowly through his hair.

“I’ve had the worst day at work today,” he mumbled against you. “I can’t stand my co-workers, and my secretary does nothing. I had so much work to do and all I could think about was you... Your hair, your smile, your body... God, you’re perfect, I missed you all day.”

”Doyoung,” you whispered. He mumbled against you. ”You can be as rough as you want with me. I want you to feel better.” He glanced up at you, eyes shining momentarily before darkening again to fit the mood. Immediately he gave you a harsh bite on your neck. It drew a long, loud moan out of you, and your grip tightened on his hair.

Doyoung slid his fingers gently down your body before slipping his hand into your pants, rubbing your clit slow but hard. A sudden shot of heat ran through you at the sensation, and you couldn't help but let out a quiet whine. "Are you gonna tease me, Doyoungie? Are you gonna break your little girl today?" you asked, closing your eyes gently at the growl that Doyoung released.

"No, I'm not gonna tease; there's no time," he answered. "What I can do is make sure you can't move tomorrow."

Doyoung removed his hand to pick you up and hold you against the walls. Your thighs wrapped around him as he put his hand in your underwear again. He slid two fingers over your dripping core before slipping them into you, scissoring them and moving them at an average pace inside of you. His other hand reached down to pull his length out and stroke it a bit, a groan bubbling up as he pulled your panties aside and slid inside of you, pushing the two of you closer together and up the wall. Your hand clutched his shoulder harshly. Doyoung hissed at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder, but thrusted gently into you nonetheless.

"Hold on tight," he grunted before pounding into you harshly. You could barely even process his words before the warmth hit you, and your soft moans very quickly became high whining.

"D-Doyoung," you began, stuttering, "it feels so good..." Stars were dancing in and out of your sight. You could feel him smirking againsr your skin as he pressed kisses and nipped from your neck, down to your collarbones, back up to your jawline, and finally your lips. The two of you kissed hotly and passionately while the heat in your belly pooled in more and more. Doyoung pulled away from the kiss, panting.

"You feel so tight..." he commented, burying his face in your neck and drilling into you harder. He reached an angle that perched you onto cloud nine, his cock brushing your special spot over and over. Your climax washed over you before you could even comprehend it; Doyoung's name rolled off of your tongue in a high, melodious tone, and you clenched violently around him, which caused him to thrust sloppily before spilling inside of you.

The only noise anyone made for a few moments consisted of erratic panting. Doyoung peeled you off of the wall and carried you back over to the couch. You watched as he disappeared for a short moment before returning with a damp rag to clean his mess off of you. You chuckled at the focused look on his face.

"Feel better, Mr. CEO?" you teased.

He groaned. "Don't call me that or I'll find an excuse to fuck you over my desk."

"Who says I'm complaining?"

"...I'll think about it. For now, let's just watch a movie or something."

[aumonstax]

#Kinkmas2018 Day 3 - Face-sitting - Lucas

🍑Pairing: Lucas x Reader

🍑Warning: Dirty talk, popcorn.

a/n: Idk why this one is longer but welcome to suffering; population - us.

Movie night was going about as well as you had thought it would.

You were in the kitchen making popcorn for the third time, your boyfriend still sprawled out on the couch. The first bowl had been devoured pretty quickly, both of you opting to chow down on the salty snack rather than attempting to make dinner—which neither of you were very good at, so this seemed like the better idea—and the second had been flipped onto the floor when Lucas fell victim to a jump scare.

You walked back into the room only to find he’d now gotten very comfortable and decided to take up the entire couch with his long legs stretched out across the half you had previously been sitting on. You raised an eyebrow at the man in question, Lucas now looking at you after hearing your footsteps.

“I’m glad you’re comfy, so where am I supposed to sit?” One hand resting on your hip, the other still holding the freshly popped snack.

Lucas turned to lay with his back now pressed against the seat cushions, legs still taking up your seat. He laced his fingers behind his head and cocked an eyebrow, his usual smirk now making an appearance.

“My face is pretty comfy, this seat isn’t taken.” He made a kissy face, and you couldn’t tell where the joke ended.

With a roll of your eyes, you walked over to the couch and tapped the side of his thigh with the back of your hand. “Very funny, move your legs so we can start the next movie.”

Sitting up now, Lucas grabbed your wrist, stroking your soft skin in circles with his thumb.

“Who said I was joking?”

You froze for a second. Surely he didn’t-

Before you could finish that thought, Lucas had pulled you towards him, sending the bowl of popcorn—that you still hadn’t set down for some reason—flying through the air. Now you were straddling his lap, hands resting on his shoulders to keep yourself upright while his had moved down to grip your waist.

“Lucas! I’m not cleaning that up, you bette-“

He cut you off again, pressing his plush lips to yours firmly with a light chuckle. Thumbs now rubbing up and down over the soft skin of your hips, as his hands slid under your shirt, the warmth of them was always so comforting. Pulling you tighter against his chest, Lucas deepened the kiss. His tongue trailed across your lower lip before biting it softly, earning a small moan from you. You brought your fingers up to card through his thick hair, pressing yourself against him.

Lucas’ tongue pushed between your lips, taking dominance over your own. His hands slid down from your hips slowly, making their way around you and down over the soft curve of your ass. He squeezed firmly, moaning into your mouth at just how well he could feel the soft flesh through the thin sleep shorts you opted to wear—as if you weren’t trying to leave him begging to fuck you—and lifted his right hand only to drop it back on your ass with a light smack.

Smirking against your mouth from the soft whimper he swallowed, Lucas pulled his lips away from yours reluctantly. His eyes now dark, as they raked over your body hungrily.

“You liked that? You naughty girl.” He drawled, voice now even huskier, sending heat straight to your core.

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to quip back. Your fingers release their hold on his bleached locks and slid down over his shoulders to rest against his firm chest, curling around the soft fabric of his shirt. Rocking your hips lightly against him to relieve the ache in your core, you felt Lucas growing hard beneath you, a groan parting his lips at the friction.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good…” He panted, his forehead resting against your shoulder for a moment before lifting and pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “You wanna sit on my face, Princess? I haven’t tasted you in so long.”

Mind now clouded with lust, you nod silently. Eyes fixated on his now slightly swollen lips and the way his tongue poked out to drag across them, leaving them damp and glistening, your mind going straight into the gutter. You were lucky, one of Lucas’ favourite things to do in bed was go down on you. He told you from the beginning that it turned him on so much just watching the way you writhed and begged for more, and you weren’t planning on turning it down any time soon.

Now with your approval, you were being pushed up towards your boyfriend’s face, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he brought your core to hover above him.

“You’re so wet for me baby… You soaked right through your shorts too.”

A soft chuckle escaped Lucas’ lips as he dragged his nose along the damp patch between your thighs. You whimper in embarrassment at how needy you look and instinctively try to press your thighs together.

“Ah ah ah… Don’t be shy Princess, do you want me to make you cum?”

“Y-yes, please…” You whispered, loud enough for him to just about hear you, and that was all Lucas needed.

With two long, slender fingers, he pushed your shorts and panties to the side. His eyes take in your soaked pink lips hungrily, before licking a thick stripe up your slit, relishing in how sweet you tasted.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby, and your pussy is so pretty.” He purrs, drinking in how fucked out you already look and he’s barely even touched you. You feel yourself getting even wetter—if it were possible—at the sight of your boyfriend under you, his plush lips already coated in your slickness.

His tongue is back against your pussy, now lapping at your swollen clit—sucking the sensitive bud between his lips—forcing a loud cry of pleasure to escape your parted lips in between heavy pants. You felt a finger join Lucas’ tongue and drag through your folds, gathering your wetness to lubricate it before pushing inside you slowly.

“Shit- you’re so tight..” He mumbled, pulling his mouth away from you for a moment to take in the sight of his finger disappearing into your heat, another long digit joining the first after he felt you relax around it.

Bringing his mouth back to your sopping wet core, you felt his lips wrap around your sensitive bud once more—your eyes rolling back, and back arching with your fingers raked through his hair—as he sucked harshly, feeling you tighten around his fingers he knew you were close.

Curling his digits inside you, Lucas flattened his tongue against your clit and shook his head from side to side. The new sensation brought up a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, whispered curses leaving your lips- repeating like a mantra as your orgasm built up.

With a final curl of his fingers brushing just the right spot inside you, your mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy, pleasure washing over you as your thighs trembled. You heard Lucas moan deliciously, tasting your release coating his tongue, your essence drenching his lips and a small trail escaping the corner of his mouth. He slowly pulled his fingers from you, a whimper leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness, and left a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

Panting softly, you looked around.

“Fuck, there’s popcorn everywhere.”

[heartbreaker-johnny]

Kinkmas Day 5(7)- Praise Mark

A/N: I have reposted this like 4 fucking times. Tumblr flagged it because if the gif I used. That poor gif maker has been flagged for no reason. Fuck tumblr. Fuck yahoo. Fuck the people who fucked us all over.

Anyway here’s some mark smut cuz I love Mark Lee.

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You brushed Marks bangs out of his eyes, which he was currently using to stare at the floor.

“You don’t have to be nervous. You’ll do great.” You assured him.

“What if I don’t live up to your expectations?” He asked, finally making eye contact with you.

“I don’t have any expectations, other than both of us feeling loved. If you don’t want to do this we don’t have to.” You told him.

“I want to! I just...I wanna know I’m making you feel good. I wanna know if I’m doing something wrong. I had sex once, I’m not exactly experienced here Y/N.” He reminded you.

“Me neither. We have the same experience so you don’t have to worry so much. I’ll tell you if you’re doing something wrong. Just do what feels right. Trust me, you’ll know what to do.” You smiled at him.

You waited until he gave you a small smile before you leaned in kissed him gently. He kissed you back, sweetly at first, then slowly growing more passionate. He moved in closer to you, placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles into it. You pulled back, doing your best to catch your breath, which he was now preventing by kissing your neck. You grasped the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as he worked on making his mark on your own neck.

“Mark,” you sighed, closing your eyes blissfully.

His hand trailed over to your heat, palming it gently, licking the mark he had just made. You moaned lightly, tugging at the hair on his nape.

“You okay? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, pulling away fast.

“What? No babe, you’re doing fine. It feels good. I’m sorry if I scared you. I’ll be more specific if I’m hurt.” You promised him.

He nodded, embarrassed he’d been so jumpy. You took his hand and made him stand up with you. You led him to the bedroom and closed the door behind you. No one was there but it was more to make Mark feel better.

You joined him on the bed and removed his shirt before kissing him again. He unbuttoned yours and tried to undo your bra before you stopped him.

“Let me.” You smiled. “It can be tricky.”

You reached behind you and unclasped your bra and let it fall. His eyes widened at the sight of your breasts and his mouth fell open a bit. His staring made you blush and you shifted uncomfortably, wondering if maybe he wanted to keep clothes on. You started to cover yourself but he stopped you, grabbing your wrists and pulled you closer to him.

“Don’t hide yourself. I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just...you’re so beautiful Y/N.”

He leaned in a kissed you hungrily, flipping you both around so he was on top.

He kissed his way down your jaw and neck until he reach your chest. He took one breast in his hand, massaging it softly, earning a soft sigh from you. He leaned in and gave the other breast a soft lick across your nipple. You gasped at the action, making him look at you. You nodded, telling him it was okay, and he took your nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking on it gently. Your hand traveled to his hair and you ran your fingers through it. He paid the same attention to the other breast, making you arch your back at how good it felt. He then kissed his way down your stomach until he came to your pelvis.

He looked up at you, asking for permission once again. You nodded and he slowly removed your pants, taking your panties along with them. He then faced your heat, his eyes clouded with lust. He ran a finger through your folds making you whine.

“Mark, please don’t tease.” You begged him.

“Sorry baby.” He said, biting his lip. “You’re just so pretty and pink.”

He leaned in a softly licked your pussy, looking up at you so he could see your reaction. You gasped and bit your lip but didn’t stop him. He licked through your folds again, watching you close your eyes in bliss. He found your clit and swirled his tongue around it before sucking on it gently. You moaned, your hands reaching down to find their place in his hair again. His licks got faster and the sucking got harsher as your moans grew louder. You looked down at him every now and then, seeing how absolutely beautiful he looked right now. If he was this gorgeous now, you couldn’t wait to see how he looked when he came.

Mark licked at your entrance, then slid his tongue inside, your hips bucking a bit.

“Oh god, Mark!” You moaned out, your hands flying to the sheets, not wanting to pull his hair out.

He traded his tongue for his fingers, earning a soft groan from you.

“That feel good baby?” He asked, loving how you looked right now.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned. “You’re so good Mark.”

Mark bit his lip at your words, loving how they sounded coming out of your mouth. He could feel his dick harden when he looked at you, loving the way his fingers went in and out of you. He continued to finger you while he spent time, sucking on your clit like his life depended on it. You screamed out his name, it felt so good you could cry. You felt a familiar tightening in your belly, you knew at this rate you couldn’t last much longer but you didn’t want to. You wanted to cum for him, show him just how good he was making you feel.

“Oh fuck Mark!”You moaned, grabbing at your breasts. “Fuck, you’re so good I’m gonna cum. Make me cum baby, it feels so good!”

It only took a few more flicks of his tongue before you came all over his fingers, your body shaking as he helped you come down from your orgasm.

“How was that baby?” He asked, licking his fingers clean.

“So good babe. Your tongue felt so good and oh god your fingers.” You moaned at the thought of what just happened.

Marks cock twitched in its denim prison, listening to you talk about how good he felt. He loved hearing you tell him how good he made you feel. It only made him want to see just how far he could make you feel.

“You think you could handle a bit more?” He asked, hovering over you.

You nodded, wanting so badly for him to fuck you.

Mark stood up, removed his pants and boxers and slid on a condom. He then hovered over you, his tip teasing your entrance. You wrapped your legs around his waist and place your hands on his shoulders.

“You ready love?” He asked me, his tip barely inside you.

You nodded eagerly and Mark slowly slid himself inside you.

He stayed still for a few moments, letting you adjust and soaking in how good it felt to be inside you. You were so tight and warm, he didn’t know how he’d ever be able to think about anything other than being inside you. He pulled back, then slid himself right back in, groaning at how wet you still were.

“God Mark,” You groaned. “Please baby, move.”

He obeyed your command and began thrusting himself in and out of you. The feeling was incredible. It felt like Mark was made for you. Every inch and curve of his cock hit every spot inside of you so perfectly, there was nothing else like it.

“Oh god Mark,” You moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck baby your cock feels so good.”

“F-fuck” he whimpers as your pussy clenches around him.

He never imagined fucking you would feel this good. Looking at you, watching your face as you were fucked, he really could cum just like that. He picked up the pace, slamming himself into you as fast as he possibly could. You cried out at his speed, moving your hips to meet his.

“Jesus Mark! Fuck you’re gonna make me cum.”

He groaned at your words, which only pushed him more. He wanted you to cum all over his cock. He wanted to see you feel more pleasure than you’d ever felt before. He wanted to hear you tell him how good he was and that no one else could make you feel like he could.

He reach down between your bodies and rubbed your clit with his thumb, doing whatever he could to get you to your breaking point faster.

“Oh fuck, yes” you screamed.”Just like that baby! Fuck me just like that!”

He growled at leaned in to bite and suck his mark onto your breast as he felt you clench tight around him.

Your body started to shake and you could feel the tight coil in your belly snap. Your vision clouded and your body convulsed as your nails dug so hard into Marks shoulders, you were sure he was bleeding.

“Mark!” You cried out as your climax took you over. “Oh fuck you’re so good. You’re so good.”

Just as you came down from your high, Mark hit his, groaning your name and collapsing on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him as he drifted through cloud 9, trying desperately to remember how to breathe.

When you were both calm and had gained slight strength, he pushed himself up and rested on his forearms.

“Be honest,” He said, still panting a little. “Was it good?”

“What?” You asked. How could he possibly ask that when you just came so hard? “Mark, it was incredible. I’ve never felt so good in my life. And the face you make when you cum...it’s breathtaking. You’re so beautiful.”

Mark blushed and bit his lip, something that was growing on you.

“You like when I say things like that don’t you” You asked, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“I like when you tell me I’m doing good. I like hearing I’m making you happy.” He confesses.

“Well my love, you certainly do a very good job at that. I love you Mark. You’re perfect.”

“I love you too.” He said before kissing you.

He put his head back on your chest, drawing shapes on your stomach.

“Hey,” He said. “You think maybe in a little bit we could go again? I wanna watch you cum again.”

“That good huh?”

“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

You blushed at how cute he was.

“Don’t you think we should rest up first?”

“Yeah I suppose. But I’m not going to bed until I’ve made you cum again at least twice.”

You groaned loudly, dreading but excited about the night ahead.

[caiuscassiuss]

appetence | fratboy! w. lucas

Genre: fratboy/ fuckboy! Lucas smut (ft. boyfriend! Kevin of the Boyz) WC: 3.5k Warnings: graphic smut (dom! lucas + sub! reader, voyeurism, praise, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cumplay)

(Warning: You’re about to read a piece about infidelity/ cheating on one’s partner. If you’re uncomfortable, I advise you to read at your own discretion)

You huffed as you stopped through the front door of the Nu Kappa Tau house.

You had prepared yourself for this party, hyping yourself up and telling yourself you would pick yourself up after… him.

Him, Kevin Moon. The pale, dark haired smiling boy whom you thought as your faithful boyfriend.  The innocent frat boy who happened to have the same Calculus class as her. In fact, he was nothing but a cheating bastard.

You curled your lips up at the thought.

You remember how hurt you felt when you saw his active tinder profile, and the pictures you friend had showed of him kissing other girls. You couldn’t believe your nice boyfriend would be getting sucked off by two girls while you were innocently waiting for him in the dining hall.

Unfortunately, his sexual prowess was decidedly lacking too. His half-hearted thrusting and less than stellar oral skills disatisfied you greatly. Yet, you thought your relationship was more important than your sexual desires and decided to overlook his shitty sex. But he had the nerve to cheat on you?

Hopefully, the frat party of Nu Kappa Tau would help you get over that piece of shit. You always were a sucker for the frat boy type, as evidenced by Kevin, but decided to look at another frat house– Kevin’s house started with a B or something, you didn’t remember. Either way, it wasn’t this one. You were sure he wasn’t going to be there.

Soon, as you spent more time at the party, you grew aware that you were awkward as hell. None of the boys even spared a glance at you, disheartening you just a tiny bit. Sighing, you decided to get a coke or something and head to the kitchen, ignorant of the two dark eyes watching you.

Grabbing your soda, you raised your eyebrow at the NKT boys attempting a keg stand in the middle of the living room. By the looks of it, they were actually doing a pretty good job. So lost in your thoughts, someone crept up behind you.

“You’re lookin’ like you’re kinda lost, sweetheart. Need help?”

A puff of breath on the shell of your ear alerted you to someone’s presence behind you, and you whirled around only to find yourself buried into someone’s chest.

“I-I’m sorry!” you stutter, while getting a delicious whiff mystery guy’s cologne. “I’m so—”

You divert your eyes up to the (rather tall) person you bumped into and felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Even in the dim lighting, the person standing in front of you was good looking. You weren’t even aware there were people this attractive at your rather medium-sized state college! His dark hair was covering his eyes, revealing a chiseled face. Plump lips, an aquiline nose, and broad shoulders: he was a Grecian beauty of youth. Yet, his large eyes bored into yours, holding an infinite amount of emotions contained in it.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize! You’re all good,” he smirked, while you felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks.

You had never had the attention of such an attractive boy, oh god, what was happening?

“A-alright,” you murmured, trying to divert your eyes to something else. You couldn’t seem to keep eye contact with him at all.

“O-Oh! Yeah, um, no, I think I’m fine, I don’t need any help. In fact,” you glanced at a clock, “I think I’ll be leaving soon anyways—”

A small pout curled his plump lips, and he stepped even closer to you. You had to crane your head up even more to look at him properly.

“Aw, don’t go! I wouldn’t want to see such a pretty face like yours go,” he said, a small smirk curving at his lips.

You were speechless for a moment; Kevin had never spoken to you like this. In fact, you had never felt more attention trained on you in your whole 20 years of life.

“U-um, okay? I guess I can stay for a while…”

“Eyyy, atta girl! This party’s pretty lit, stay for a while.”

You smile awkwardly at him, and in your nervousness, kept fiddling with the ends of your hair. His thick brows furrowed and eyes followed the action, and the mood around him seemed to get a little more tense.

“Is s-something wrong?” you asked hesitantly.

“Nah, babe. It’s just you look really cute doing that.”

If it were possible, you felt yourself getting warmer.

“T-thank you, it’s just kind of a natural h-habit,” you stuttered. God, you sounded so vapid!

He smirked and the action created deep dimples in his tan cheeks, crossing his arms so you could see his bulging muscle mass.

“Say, you didn’t tell me your name. I’m Lucas Wong, frat at Nu Kappa Tau and a junior.” he laughed.

He certainly looked the part, with his white button up and khaki trousers. At least he wasn’t wearing boat shoes.

“I’m Y/N L/N. I’m a junior, I’m majoring in electrical engineering,” you breathed out, regaining some of your confidence back.

“Hm, Y/N. Nice name. Guess I can’t keep calling you babe, can I?” he jested.

“W-why don’t you?” you asked coyly.

Holy shit, where had that flirtatiousness come from?!

Just as you were about to apologize (this attractive boy couldn’t be attracted to you of all people, who couldn’t even keep her boyfriend interested), Lucas smiled broadly and draped a well-defined arm around your shoulders.

“You’re fun! Come, meet my friends.”

After meeting a whirlwind of new faces and outrageous hair colors (There was this frat sporting neon pink hair of all people. Neon pink!), you found yourself back in the kitchen nursing a beer and eating some of the shitty party favors someone had brought it.

Lucas came bursting into the kitchen, head turned back still laughing at someone outside the doorway before he ducked in. He bent down to get a beer, but he seemed to notice your figure standing by the counter.

“Y/N! How’s it going, babe?”

“Eh, it going alright. A-at least the beer is good,” you shrugged.

“Well, if you have to attend an NKT Party, do it for the beer,” he laughed, cracking open the beer bottle was a small flick of his fingers. You hummed in agreement.

“Say, what are you here for? To have fun? To get drunk? Fuck?” he casually threw out, while looking at you over the top of his beer.

You blinked. “Just wanted to enjoy my time in college, you know?”

“Enjoy time? Here? No boyfriend to keep a pretty girl like you occupied?” he asked slyly.

Your thoughts immediately turned towards Kevin and his still active Tinder profile, his frequent blow-offs and absent-mindedness.

“One, but he’s a piece of shit,” you bitterly announced. You felt Lucas turn towards you in interest, but continued to look down into your beer bottle.

“What kind of asshole would leave you hanging?” he asked incredulously.

“Someone with a very active sex life. That doesn’t include just me,” you sulked.

“Oof, that’s fucked up,” Lucas said, a sympathetic expression plastered to his face.

“Thing is, he wasn’t good as a boyfriend. He didn’t do…. anything particularly well.

“Mm?”

“He just couldn’t… erm…”

“Fuck you good?”

You ducked your head down shyly, unable to look him in the eye. It was one thing to bump into a hot stranger, but it was another to expose your lackluster sex life.

You felt a finger slowly left your chin, until he forced you to look at his face. Lucas looked unbearably satisfied, like the cat had gotten his cream. He leaned closer to your warm face until his lip were centimeters away from yours.

“Baby, tsk, tsk, what were you doing? Wasting a body like this,” running a hand over your abdomen, “on some fumbling nerd? Tell me, baby.”

You shrugged slightly. “He was nice.”

The handsome boy in front of you snorted. He continued, running his finger tips over your body. “I bet he didn’t know what to do as soon as your shirt was off. Did he try to stick his skinny dick in you as soon as possible?”

Your breathing hitched as he played with the waistband of your panties, biting your lip.

“I think I already know the answer. But you know what I would do with you?”

You looked at Lucas under your lashes. “What?”

An incredibly wide smirk played across his lips and he leaned close to your ear. “I’ll play with your pussy, get you nice and wet. You’re the type that’s sensitive as hell, you’d probably cum with just a finger in. Once you’re ready, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be left shaking, baby.”

Full blown lust was present in his dark pupils, everything about him oozing casual sex appeal. They way his body leaned towards you made you feel like the only girl in the world.

You let out a piteous whine accidentally, biting your lips hard and squeezing your hands together. Lucas took that as an answer, and led the way.

“Yo, my dude, there’s this girl giving lap dances in the dining room.”

Kevin looked up from his phone at his fellow frat of Nu Kappa Tau, raising an eyebrow.

“So? There’s literally an orgy going down in the basement, sounds way more interesting than some tipsy slut,” Kevin spat out, adjusting his pants at the message that just popped up on the screen of his phone.

“Dude, don’t you have like a girlfriend or something? What’s the deal with that?”

The pale boy snorted. “Y/N? Hot as fuck, but why have one when I can have a whole group of girls waiting on me hand and foot.” He flashed a picture of 3 girls, topless, and playing with each other on his SnapChat. His fellow brother whistled lowly, and gave a big thumbs up.

“Shit, look at those pussies! That’s the attitude!” he laughed, clapping Kevin on the shoulder.

Kevin smiled slyly and waved at the exiting boy, laying back in his rumpled dorm sheets. He was upstairs and away from the party downstairs, where he normally would be scouting out girls, but he just got invitation to fuck by Lissa, one of the hottest girls on the campus. There was no way he’d pass up an ass like that.

He scrolled through his messages, rolling his eyes as he saw your texts. “She should just fuck off. So what if I have an active Tinder? Guys have needs,” he mumbled to himself.

There was a loud bang in the hallway and Kevin snickered, knowing what that meant. Some brother found a girl to fuck.

“Mmm,” a low voice moaned. Kevin could vaguely recognize the tenor as Lucas, one of the boys on his hall that he didn’t know all that well. All he knew of the tan, muscular boy was that he was popular and athletic.

“Fuck, Lucas, like that—” a high pitched voice giggled.

Kevin froze. Hell, was that Y/N? Y/N fucking L/N? Prude as hell?

“Shit, Y/N, come on. I can’t just just fuck you in some hallway.”

Yep, that was Y/N.

Kevin was speechless. Was that really his boring girlfriend moaning like a wanton slut in the middle of frat party with Lucas Wong, of all people?

Footstep got closer to his doorway and he decided to peek through the crack of his door at the couple. Lucas was dwarfing Y/N with his size and had his arm wrapped possessively around her body. Her hair was blocking her face face from his view, but he could clearly see her fingers playing with Lucas’ crotch.

What the hell?

Lucas swung the door behind him as you made your way to the bed in the middle of the room, sitting on it prim and proper like you had not been playing with his dick a few seconds ago.

He was all over you in a sudden, lips pressed to yours in a searing kiss. You responded submissively, letting him have his way with your lips.

“Let’s get your clothes off baby, I’ve been waiting to see you naked all party,” he whispered.

He hurriedly removed your t-shirt and skirt, pressing kisses to your collarbone. He moved the straps of your bra aside and pushed the cups down, too lazy to undo the clasps at the back.

“Oh!” you gasped as he kissed the underside of your breast. He quickly moved to your sensitive areola, tugging and nibbling easily.

The tan boy lifted his lips off of you for a second, but you quickly took advantage to tug at his shirt.

He got the message and tugged his shirt off, revealing a six pack and defined pectorals, evidence of an active athlete.

“Like what you see, babe?” he asked.

You blushed, and he dived back down to your wriggling body. You looked away as he tugged your panties down until you could vaguely feel your panties hanging on a foot. He placed his hands on you knees and spread your legs apart, exposing your dripping pussy to him.

“Shit, a pretty pussy like this deserves to be dicked down one a week, minimum. Fuck your boyfriend, he can’t appreciate the goddamn art in front of him.”

He prodded at your pussy lips, rubbing around the pre cum that had gathered. His rough fingertips elicited quite a response, with you arching your back in pleasure.

“Holy shit, I expected you to be sensitive, but not like this. Not even one touch and you’re moaning like a slut.”

He parted your labia with his finger while thrusting another finger in, his long fingers rubbing pleasantly along your walls. Lucas soon bent down and pressed a kiss to your inner thighs, working his way up to your sensitive lips.

A loud “fuck!” left your lips as he inserted his tongue, swirling it around in figure eights and other patterns that made you light-headed from pleasure. You clutched at your breasts, all the while raising your legs in the air as he ate you out.

Kevin could only watch in horror as the couple stripped. He could see Y/N’s pussy glistening from a few meters away. Fuck, why hadn’t she ever been that wet while with him?

His eyes widened as he heard your thoaty, vocal moans resounding inside the roans with your pretty lips rounded in a perfect ‘O’. Your boyfriend looked on enviously at you with your bra pushed down hastily and panties barely hanging on to your foot. You were groping your breasts hard with your eyes closed tight.

He swore under his breath as Lucas suddenly stopped and and stood up, unbuckling the belt of his pants.

You were left shaking as Lucas left you hanging, standing up to his full imposing height. You heard the metal of a belt clinking and then suddenly the head of his lubed cock on your pussy.

You whimpered as you clutched at the cotton bed sheets beneath you. He rubbed against you slowly, and then inserted his head in.

He thrusted slowly, tantalizingly, in. He stretched you tight, his cock matching his over inflated ego, and the ridges of his cock felt so good.

You vaguely remembered he had no condom on and you had never had sex without one, but thank god you were on the pill.

All of the sudden he slammed in hard, forcing you the shove a hand in your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

Lucas growled, and ripped the hand away from your mouth. “Don’t silence yourself baby, I want to hear how much of a whore you are.”

You screamed loudly as he set a harsh pace, his hips slapping into yours. Obscene noises filled the empty dorm room while you tried to hang on desperately to Lucas’ shoulders. A porn video you recently watched sparked an idea in your head, and you reached down to where you were connected. You played with his full balls, which were slapping quite painfully into your swollen vagina.

His pace stuttered for a moment, and he looked at you intensely.

“Does your boyfriend know how much of a goddamn whore you are, huh? Felt how tight your pussy is?”

You couldn’t respond.

“What was that, baby? Did you want me to stop?”

“NO, Lucas, NO! I—  fuck, Lucas— he was so goddamn sloppy—”

He paused and slipped out, leaving you whining and near tears at the emptiness his cock caused in your pussy.

“Lucas, wait—”

“Hold on, baby, you’re gonna ride me now.”

Lucas lifted your butt up until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread out slightly.

“But, Lucas, I can’t—”

“Shhh, baby, you can. Believe in me. Just take it nice and slow,” he soothed, dragging his palm along the edge of your rib cage.

You swallowed but rose up to your knees, hovering over his erect dick. He splayed his hands over your butt while you gripped his shoulder to stabilize yourself.

Slowly, you made your way down his dick. Every push you made, you whined loudly, stuttering over his hips pathetically.

“Fuck, I love those little noises you make,” he whispered under his breath.

You bit your lips harshly as you grounded yourself, slapping a hand to your mouth when you completely went down. He hit a new place that your boyfriend had never hit, sending sparks through our body.

Lifting your shaking body back up, you dropped yourself down again, eliciting a moan from you and Lucas. You upped the ante, continuously riding his dick like some slut in a porno.

Lucas’ sharp jaw was tensed and he looked like he was holding back a groan as he helped you slam yourself back down on his dick. Your breasts moved with your body, until Lucas decided the sight was too tempting and put his mouth to your breasts.

“L-Lucas!”

You ground your hips into his dick, igniting nerves everywhere. Lucas seemed to feel it as he bit down harder to the sensitive skin of your breasts, creating purple hickeys on your chest.

You lifted yourself back down again, but Lucas tightened his grip on your waist.

“Hm?” you opened your lust-clouded eyes, staring down at Lucas.

“You’re close, baby, but you’re not there yet. Let me take over for a bit,” he said, rubbing circles into your hips.

“D-Do whatever you want, just— mmph! — keep— agh!”

The veins on his muscles forearms bulged and he lifted you again and again over his cock. The head of his cock slipped in and out of your dripping pussy, your legs shaking as you closed your eyes in pleasure.

Suddenly, you felt a feeling in the pit of your stomach that had only arisen with your fingers or your vibrator. You cried out loudly.

“Lucas! I-I think I’m about t-to cum!”

His pace seemed to get faster as you almost screamed in pleasure, face buried in the crook of his neck, unable to see the pair of eyes behind you.

He looked on, paralyzed, as his probably ex-girlfriend twisted and tangled her body with Lucas, acting like a proper slut and exposing a side of her he had never seen. Her perfect ass rippled as she slammed herself down and grinded on his (enviously large) cock.

“Lucas! I-I think I’m about t-to cum!”

Y/N buried her face into the muscled boy’s neck, while Lucas’ dick pounded into her harder. Kevin felt his hand wandering down to his tight pants.

Inwardly, he felt extremely jealous. Why had she never been like this as his girlfriend? He would’ve never looked at other if she’d been his own pornstar.

They both cried out loudly, and Kevin could see Lucas’ cock twitching while Y/N’s cum oozed out.  The couple grinded into each other while they were cumming, heightening their pleasure.

Lucas looked directly at Kevin, surprising the pale, soon-to-be ex boyfriend. Lucas’ eyes gleamed with unfair satisfaction at Kevin’s pathetic peeking, taking pleasure in what he assumed what was Y/N’s boyfriend’s jealousy.

Lucas and Y/N slumped into each other, exhaustion clear in their bodies. Lucas whispered into her ear, his eyes darting briefly to Kevin, but still focused on the gorgeous girl settled on top of him.

Y/N immediately glanced back at him, shocked. Kevin had never told her which frat he was part of, and it was just her luck he happened to be part of this one.

Her face contorted into a smug smirk as she lifted her hips and bent, exposing her dripping pussy oozing Lucas’ pearly cum. Kevin watched with his mouth open like fool as a large stream of pearly cum oozed from her swollen, pretty lips and ran down her inner thigh. The pair of them looked at Kevin in amusement.

He definitely fucked up.

[missnctyukhei]

#Kinkmas2018 Day 2 - Hair Pulling - Lucas

✵ pairing: Lucas x Reader

✵ warnings: smut

✵ a/n: Ok, I've already added the hair pulling topic on Day 1, but that's my kink (sorry not sorry). I think that will happen more often.

✵ the song that inspired me: 먹고하고자고 Eat Pray Love – Dynamic Duo

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A grunt.

A moan.

A thrust.

Your fingers clawed into the sheets. Your knees were pressed firmly into the mattress. Your thighs touched his and you could feel him completely in this position. You wanted to feel it more. Deeper and deeper. As far as possible.

Fuck!

It was too long ago that Lucas had touched you. It was too long ago that you felt his dick inside you. His touch felt like your medicine at that moment. No toy could replace him. Even if he was gone for a long time. Your sexual satisfaction was on the freezing point, because since you had Lucas, everything had become insufficient. Only he could give you your passion and desire again. It was like you were damned.

And now you had him again. After three weeks abstinence. Three weeks of loneliness. You already felt like you dried out inside you, but before the drought came, Lucas was back.

When he was at your doorstep, you didn’t say much. He just came up to you. Pushed you against the wall and a few minutes later you were intertwined in your most intimate position.

And now you were in the middle of it. You on all four and his cock penetrated into you from behind. If he fucked you in doggy style, then you could feel him the most. But this time it was not enough. You wanted more. He should fill the emptiness he had left inside you.

“Fuck me harder!” Your words were loud, hard to miss. But the clapping of your body echoed throughout the room. Lucas put his hand on your shoulder to focus all his strength on his pelvis. He pushed and pushed inside you. Your whole body was tingling. Everything felt so sensitive. The tip of his dick was touching the perfect point, his grunts and moans and his touches was everything in this moment. But even as he take all your efforts, and as much as you enjoy them, it was not enough.

"Please Lucas, I need you deeper inside me, be rude to me, I want to feel you!"

Lucas didn’t stop for a second and stroked your head. His palms slid off your strands of hair, and he gathered them all into a braid. He wrapped your braid around his hand and then pulled on it.

"You want it this way?"

Your back bent and you feel like your whole body was streched. His pace was still the same. Hard and faster he penetrated your pussy. The scaffold of the bed hit the wall and it was clear that everyone would hear your game in close proximity.

"Tell me y/n, is that what you want?" He pulled even harder on your hair.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” It was exactly what you wanted. The feelings and the stimulation became more and more intense. It was as if Lucas touched every intense point in you, and as your climax came you fell into a kind of intoxication. You didn’t even get that your moaning was so loud when your orgasm reached you. Lucas kept pushing, he didn’t stop and for a while it felt like you wouldn’t be able to get off your high.

“Argh! I think I couldn’t hold it any longer.”

You felt his drops of sweat gathering on your back. The deep moan that came from him only made you more hungry. He pulled even harder on your hair and he got even faster, even though you thought that this was no longer in a possible area. But then he thursts hard. Once again. A grunt. And then one last time. You almost couldn’t stand the pressure, but Lucas held you tight.

“Fuck. This was so good.” He was completely out of breath. Exhausted, he lets himself fall into bed next to you. You also lie down and looked at him with a big smile.

"I missed you so much, I will not let you go that fast again!"

And all you wanted to do was eat, do it and sleep…

[maknaesdancersrappers]

on the fourth day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ p u b l i c  s e x ]

>>JAEHYUN

>>warning/s: mutual masturbation, pool/hot tub sex to relive devoted, unprotected sex (oh wow im so lazy to write about rolling a condom on—USE PROTECTION PEOPLE—but this is devoted au so y’all should have seen it coming *winkwonk* and also theyre in a tub—how even)

a/n: consider this a side story to devoted 2

-

You and Jaehyun were in need of a vacation. The stress from work and planning out a wedding had been taking it’s toll on both of you that sex at home—where you’re still susceptible to accepting calls from whoever—is proving to be a nuisance. Although there would be no problem whatsoever with booking tickets to wherever you wanted for a quick getaway, you didn’t think it would be worth the jetlag.

So his parents proposed to stay at the casino’s hotel for a few nights; a staycation.

Up until now, you’ve never been at their casino. Jaehyun’s already told you about the other amenities surrounding it; the indoor strip mall, hotels, spas, a nightclub, and such. It didn’t pique your interest enough to go, but you are still curious about seeing the place.

On Thursday night, you and Jaehyun sent out texts to important people that neither of you will be available from Friday morning until Sunday night. Almost immediately, Jaehyun’s phone blew up with last minute calls for work and you wanted to laugh at the exasperated look on his face.

Come Friday morning, after you’ve packed your bags for the three-day stay and putting your phones on silent and ‘do not disturb’ mode, Jaehyun drives you to the casino.

At the sight of the cherry red lamborghini and plate number, the security team manning the parking entrance all stood erect and bowed as Jaehyun rolls up to them before proceeding to check his car (with utmost care) as protocol.

After parking and grabbing your bags, you go through another set of security measures; who also bowed at the realization of who Jaehyun was. A hotel staff greets you and offers to carry your bags, leading you towards the elevators. She scans a keycard below the row of floor buttons before pressing the one that stated ‘P’ which you guessed stood for penthouse.

“Shall we serve breakfast, sir?” She asks, to which Jaehyun declines, opting for lunch to be delivered instead.”

It takes no more than a minute for the elevator to travel seventeen floors before opening up to the penthouse. Jaehyun leads you out to a small square room with wall-to-wall marble counter on one side and a large painting on the other. Across the elevator was an ebony double door with the casino’s trademark logo carved in between them.

“Your elevator keycards, sir Jaehyun.” The hotel staff hands him three credit card sized keycards, “Meals will be left on the counter as to not to disturb you. If you need anything, the service phone is right by the door. We hope you enjoy your stay, sir, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You and Jaehyun said in unison, turning around as the elevator doors closed. While Jaehyun scans a keycard on the device attached above the doorknobs, you let you gaze wander towards the painting.

You gasp, stepping backwards when you realize what it was.

“Mom bought it from your department.”

“This was a project—a plate! How could she have bought this from them?”

Jaehyun shrugs, “Technically, she offered to donate to your program and the department chairperson wanted to make a plaque with her name, she denied and requested a work of yours instead.”

The painting was your interpretation of Gaia and although it wasn’t your best plate submitted, it was your favorite.

“And you never bothered telling me?” You shoot him a pointed glare, crossing your arms.

He steps forward to kiss your forehead, “Mom wanted you to see it for yourself. Come on, let’s see the room.”

With your bags in tow while holding each other’s hands, you step past the door and your jaw drops at the scenery. The entire living room had a floor-to-ceiling window that gave a clear view of the bustling city below and the clear skies above. There was a black leather couch with matching arm chairs that had white, silky pillows perched on top across it, sandwiching a low glass coffee table with a fresh boquet of sunflowers decorating it. The maroon fur rug beneath the furniture was a beautiful contrast to the ivory marble floors and complemented the other decorative pieces in the room.

There was an open dining area to the right; just an island counter with high chairs, a mini fridge, coffee maker, and a tea set on a tray.

Jaehyun tugs you towards the left, eyes glinting mischievously as he opens guides you up the short set of stairs that circled around the waiting area outside the elevator and reveals a vast bedroom. The second floor of the loft had a 180 degree view of the surrounding area, sporting the same floor-to-ceiling windows as the living room. The king sized bed had a gray, velvet duvet with neatly rolled towels and a small notecard that read “We hope you enjoy your stay.”

Unlike the living room, the carpet beneath the bed was in rich, navy blue hue. There were small square nightstands on either side of the bed with tall floor lamps and a 30” inch flat screen smart TV was mounted on the wall across the bed.

“So what do you want to so first?” Jaehyun cheekily asks, placing his hands on your waist and nuzzling the side of your face with his nose.

“Seeing as how you brought me up immediately to the bedroom, I think you’d want to do something in here first.” You eye him, knowingly.

“It’s merely a suggestion, babe.” He grins; dimples and all. “We can check out the pool.”

“Oh, no. We can do that later. Now that I think about it, right now is a great time to give you your gift.”

He pouts at you, “Gift?”

You step back from him, running your hands on his arms. “You know that lingerie set you haven’t seen on me yet?”

His eyes darken at the memory, “You’re wearing it?”

Biting your lips, you shrug your shoulders, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Jaehyun smirks, pulling you closer by your hips before moving his hands to the front of your black dress; one you had purposefully wore since it hugged your body right with a sweetheart neckline that accentuates your cleavage. But you especially chose this tube dress because of the row of buttons that closed the tight cloth around your body that he had to pop open one by one to get it off you.

“You’re such a tease.” He breathes, chuckling lowly as he works on the third button, already eyeing the champagne colored lace that peeked through.

“You love it, though.”

He cocks his head to the side in agreement, tipping forward to kiss your neck.

You sigh, from how his lips sucked purple flowers on your skin to how his fingers sparked against your body when it slips into the dress when he unbuttoned it halfway.

As he continues to open your dress, he dips his head lower down your body; tongue grazing the edge of your lace bandeau.

When his nose breathes into the valley between your breasts and your fingers lace through his tresses, he finally pops the final button of your dress; peeling the cloth of your body and letting it pool by your ankles.

He steps back to admire the lingerie on your body, dragging his eyes down to every intricate detail of the skimpy set with an appreciative lick of his lips. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show this to me, baby. It looks good on you.”

You let him spin you, noticing how he slows you down when your back is turned to him; knowing his gaze was set on the thong. “I don’t know… in comparison to this carpet, I think it’ll pop out more against it.”

“You think so?” Jaehyun pulls you closer again, snaking a hand from your hips to your back, fingers unhooking your bra.

“I know so.”

-

The first day of your staycation at the casino hotel was… like you never left home; well, your bedroom. Not that you were complaining when Jaehyun took you for a second time after eating the lunch sent up by the staff, or when he ate you out on the leather couch, or when you rode him halfway up the stairs, or even when he pressed you up against the cold window for the whole city to see had your floor been closer to the ground.

You couldn’t complain and not that you would because even though your body was sore—it was sore in the most absolute delicious way possible.

Jaehyun promises to take you around the building when you woke up, helping you off the bed when your lower body still ached.

You shared breakfast of western foods together; a bowl of fruit, bacon with eggs and toast, and cups of brewed coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice.

“You said there was a pool?” You gulp down the glass of juice and wipe your lips with a napkin.

“On the third floor, I think. Are you going to go for a swim?”

“It’ll be a nice way to stretch my muscles. Don’t you ever miss playing basketball?”

He shrugs, “It was a nice past time; a great way to get in shape, you know, exercise. Don’t need much of that now.”

You laugh, sliding off your seat and hovering behind him, “Oh, well, of course, not when you’re dicking me down when you have the chance.”

He swivels his chair around and leans back against the granite counter, crossing his arms. “Do you want me to stop?”

The grin on your face falls, “No!”

At your reaction, he bursts into laughter and you roll your eyes. He cups your face, “I’m marrying a nympho.”

“Perfect for a sex addict.” You snap back at him.

In the next hour of avoiding his advances and changing into proper clothes with swimwear beneath them, you finally coax Jaehyun out of the room to join you at the pool.

At the third floor, the gym greeted you once you step out of the elevator. A few buff men were by the weights and a couple sharing earphones as they ran on the treadmills.

A little sign on the glass directed you to the pools and you excitedly drag Jaehyun by his hand towards them.

“You’re like a child.” He comments, a hearty chuckle bubbling from his chest.

You ignore him, pushing past the double glass doors to marvel at the olymic sized pool. Three kiddie pools were at the end of the main pool and sets of private jacuzzis with their own sheer curtains were lined along the walls.

There was a mom watching her kids by the kiddie pool and a few teens swam in the main pool. Only one of the multiple jacuzzis were occupied—by a group of ladies sipping on cocktails.

Jaehyun’s eye turned dark when you peel your floral sundress off your body to reveal the ruby red bikini beneath it.

“Relax,” You scoff, tossing your dress to the nearest lounge chair, “The males here are, I’m guessing: maybe 8 and 10? And the teen is probably 16… 17 tops. If anything, I should be jealous because there are more women here.”

He sighs, following your glance towards the group of women, who turned their attention towards him.

You smile at him, jabbing a finger on his chest and trailing it downward. “Show them what’s mine—the child-friendly version, of course.”

With a smirk, he pulls his shirt overhead and you had to look the opposite side of where the women were to roll your eyes when they “ooh’d” at the sight of your fiancé’s body. Like you, he tosses his shirt onto the lounge chair with your dress. “I don’t think their reactions make this child-friendly.”

After tiptoeing to peck his lips, you spin on your heels and dived head first into the water; emerging a good distance away from where you entered. You gasped for air, smiling and feeling giddy to be in water again as you push your locks back and wipe the excess water off your face.

You turn back to Jaehyun, who has an amused expression on his face. “What? Get in already.”

“You always look so happy when you’re in water.” He squats down, dipping his hand in the pool and swirling it around.

“I just love to swim.” You move closer to him until he places his hand on your face and you lean in into his touch.

Without a second thought or any warning, you pull him into water and left no time for him to even make a noise except brace himself as he enters the pool. You’re laughing when he resurfaced; only to gasp when he tries to grab you.

“Come here!” He tries to say in a threatening voice, but anyone can hear the chuckle he’s trying to conceal.

You swim away, expertly kicking your feet to propel yourself away from him; leaving him to follow you to the best of his abilities.

When he has you cornered, you’re forced to splash water on his face repeatedly until he gives up, laughing. “Alright! Alright! Okay, water is your turf! I concede!”

You cease your attack, giggling when you swam into his arms. You flinch at the hardness pressed against your stomach and harshly whispered, “Jae! We’re in public!”

“That didn’t stop you from playing footsie last time, hm? We were with our parents—these are strangers, baby, they can mind their own business.”

“There are children and this is your parents’ hotel—yours. You can’t be serious.”

He snorts, “I’m only teasing. You can’t be the only one allowed to do that. Besides, these are sperm-free waters, [Y/N].”

You’re laughing again, shaking your head in disbelief as you splash his face with water once more.

After a while of swimming around, you both transferred to one of the jacuzzis; moaning at the warmth and the soft bubbling of the water.

As you settle in, another hotel staff approaches you and asks through the ample opening of the curtains. “Would you like any cocktails, sir, ma’am?”

“I’m good,” You avoid his eyes out of habit and turn to Jaehyun, “You?”

He shakes his head at the staff, “No, thank you.”

The boy smiles, bowing at the two of you before attending to the group of women who beckoned for him.

“This is nice.” You sigh, rolling your shoulders back.

“Do you want to have our bathtub exchanged to a jacuzzi?”

“Not that.” You scoff, “I meant this,” You motioned between your bodies, “Us, relaxing. Honestly, Jae, in the three years since we’ve graduated, have we ever actually taken a break from everything? All we’ve done is work.”

He gestures for you to scoot closer to him and when you did, he drapes an arm over your shoulder. “I feel like it’s my fault. All the trainings, seminars, and meetings I had to attend.”

“I can’t blame you, Jae. You’re inheriting a multi-billion business. It’s understandable that they’re training you hard for it.”

He can only offer you a sad smile before both your attentions were captured by the sound of children laughing; the family that had been swimming at the kiddie pool are finally leaving the area with their mother. Tall man greets them by the door, and by the looks of it is their father. The shrill giggles of the kids as they throw their arms around their father’s legs warms your heart and the way he kisses his wife—with the loud protest and sounds of disgust from their children—makes you smile.

“Have you thought about how many you want?” Jaehyun whispers, also amused at the children’s antics with one another.

“Three is a good number, no?”

He kisses your cheek, “I want one named after you; a precious little girl with your eyes and nose.”

“With your lips and dimples—oh, let’s stop talking about this, it’s making me impatient.”

“Who says we have to wait?” His other hand disappears under the bubbling water and you gasp when he palms your crotch, “I specifically remember my parents asking for a grandchild before we even moved in together.”

You looked around in panic; the teens that had been in the main pool seem to have occupied their own jacuzzi and the group of women’s booth were far away enough from yours that the sheer curtains of the several booths in between yours were practically opaque if they were to look over. “Really? Here?”

“Why not?” He hums, kissing your shoulder. “No one can see and if we keep quiet, no one will hear. I just wanna touch you, baby, that’s it.”

Finally relenting after a good minute, successfully coaxed by how his fingers prodded your pussy through your bikini, you part your legs, resting one on top of his knee.

“Good girl.” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear and sending goosebumps to your skin despite the low temperature of the water.

Jaehyun angles his body towards you to get a better control at how his hand touches you. He pulls your bikini panties to the side and slips two fingers inside of you, slowly dragging them back out.

Continuing this, he sighs at how you tighten around his fingers; slipping in a third just to get a better grip on you as he palms your clit.

Your mouth is dropped open, leaning your forehead against his as all this happens. With nothing to hold on, you bring your closer hand to his lap; slipping into his trunks and seizing his erection into your palm.

He stares at you, almost as if he was challenging you.

At the first quiet moan you let out when a finger deep within you presses against you walls to look for the special spot, you twist your wrist around the base of his cock and begin to pump him.

Jaehyun lets out the softest groan when you bring your palm over the tip and grind onto it.

His fingers finally find your sweet spot, just barely grazing it but still sent your legs shutting and trapping his hand between them.

“Jae,” You breathed, “I don’t think touching me is gonna be enough.”

He grasps your core a tighter, giving you a little shake that send tsunami waves of pleasure into your system. “I was thinking the same thing. Ride me, baby.”

Wasting no time, you straddle him and let his cock enter you in one effortless motion. Your arms are around his shoulder, looking for purchase before you move; rocking your hips against his. Jaehyun has one hand on your ass, guiding the pace, and the other kneading your breast, gently biting down the hardened nub that poke through the red swimsuit.

“Oh, Jae, I—” You whimper and he hushes you, roughly grabbing your butt cheek.

“I know, baby, I know—me, too. I’m close, too.”

A couple of ladies from the other group suddenly separated from them, loudly chatting about something neither of you cared for; and, even though you didn’t want to, you tried to stop. “Wait, Jae.”

“No, baby, it’s okay. Let them pass—and if we get caught, let them watch.”

The idea of being caught sparked unexplainable excitement coursing through your veins, fueling your hips to move and chase after your orgasm.

A gasp resonates behind you and a scandalized “Oh my!” followed after it and you don’t know if they made any other noise to react because you’re seeing stars at how tightly shut your eyes are as you come, shaking uncontrollably in Jaehyun’s hold.

He comes immediately after you with a pained grunt, lacing your walls with hot semen. Your hands are on his face, cupping his jaw to cover his identity.

Through both your labored breaths, you hear one of the ladies complain, “I can’t even get through 5 minutes of being on top without my back aching!”

The ladies seem to continue on their way out, still loudly chatting—but this time about their previous sex lives.

You share a look with Jaehyun before both of you burst into a fit of giggles; like you were a couple of high schoolers messing around.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

on the third day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ f a c e - s i t t i n g ]

>>KUN

>>warning/s: breeding kink bc why not, unprotected sex (bc breeding kink duh), a dash of angst

a/n: we need more smutty kuntent for this prince of China

-

Most arranged marriages between kingdoms for peace and unity end up being unhappy and result in multiple affairs and concubines. Your parents considered themselves lucky because they were good friends before your grandparents arranged them to get married; and because such predicament is unavoidable, your parents have made arrangements for you to befriend, at an early age, the son of the neighboring kingdom.

Kun of the Qian kingdom was soft spoken and bashful when you met him. Both of you were eight years old, hiding behind your mother’s dresses as your parents urged the two of you to talk. After another encouraging urge from his father, Kun stepped forward and asked if you wanted to catch dragonflies in the garden.

And everything started there.

When you were both fourteen, he found out you liked butterflies more so he gifted you a garden of flowers to attract them beneath the balcony of your room.

Two years later, there was no doubt you were inseparable and mutual admiration was undeniable. The relationship everyone had speculated was forced through the arrangement was now something both of you wanted and enjoyed.

“Kun.” You quietly beckoned to the boy tending to the parasol to provide you shade from the afternoon sun.

“Yes, princess?” He peeks down from the frilled parasol.

You feel your cheeks warm when your eyes meet, “Oh, you know you don’t have to address me as such.”

Kun smiles at you, taking one last check at the parasol’s position before taking a seat on the picnic blanket beside you. “I meant it as a nickname.”

Your face felt like it was burning now, “Oh… well, I was just wondering. We’re sixteen now. In a few years, we’re expected to announce our engagement and the wedding will follow not long after.” You fiddled with your thumbs on top of your lap. “I was wondering if we had a choice—would we push through with it?”

Kun cocks his head to the side, the fringes covering his brow following, “I would if you would.”

“What if I didn’t want to?”

The briefest frown graced his face before forcing out a smile you could only describe as melancholic. “Then we wouldn’t get married.”

“But!” You exclaim, straightening your back and reaching out to cover his hand with yours, “I do, though. I wouldn’t want to marry anybody else.”

The prince chuckles; moving to hold your hand, raise to his lips, and presses a kiss over your knuckles. “As do I, my princess.” Through his lashes, he glances at you. “My future queen.”

“My future king.” You quietly say back to him.

You shared your first ever kiss that day; the first time you ever felt his lips, plump and soft, against yours: it felt like kissing a rose bud.

Ever since that day, you and Kun were something more. Anyone could tell, from the stable boys when you two wish to ride your horses to your own parents, casting knowing glances across the dining table as you and Kun smile at each other.

When you were twenty, just a year shy from the wedding date, a rival kingdom wages war against the Qian kingdom that required both your fathers (as your kingdom is already an ally to theirs)—and Kun—to set out for battle.

The night before they had to leave, you sat in your silk nightgown at the foot of your bed, worried and frightened by the possible outcome of the war.

A knock sounds on your door and your lady-in-waiting calls out, “My lady, Prince Kun would like to see you.”

“Come in.” You reply in a voice loud enough for her to hear through the thick mahogany doors, rising to your feet and briskly walking over to greet Kun, also dressed in his sleepwear, as he enters with a hug. “Must you go?”

He sighs, “It’s my kingdom, [Y/N]. My people need me—and they’re yours, too, in a year’s time.”

You open your mouth to retort, but you dare not say such a predicament; a nightmare. He, however, is quick to catch on, kissing your forehead in consolation.

“I’ll be alright, princess. We’ll win the war and I’ll return with our fathers safely.”

“How are you so sure? Death is inevitable in wars, Kun, I don’t want to risk it.” Tears spring onto your eyes at the thought. “I don’t want to risk losing you.”

“You won’t.” He repeats, thrice; each one with a kiss on your lips. “When I return from war, victorious or not, I will marry you immediately. I promise—please, my princess, tell me how I could put your worrying heart at ease.”

Without thinking, you quickly beg, “Lay with me.”

He is taken aback with your request. A prince and princess during their betrothal period is not allowed to bed one another. And although you two have messed around in the shadows when you were left alone unattended, neither of you pressed to go any further.

“[Y/N].”

“In case the worst befalls you,” You glide your palms to cup his face, “I want my innocence be taken by you, and only you. In case you don’t return, leave me with your offspring—son or daughter, I don’t care! As long as they bear any resemblance of you.”

Kun’s features contort into unease, “I can’t let you raise my kid on your own. What will people say about us breaking the rule of being betrothed? They’ll call us shameless for being impatient. If I don’t return, you’ll be unfit to be wed off to another if they find out we’ve slept together—let alone finding out you are carrying my son. You’ll be brandished as a whore and I can’t have that.”

“I don’t care! I don’t want anybody else!” You cry into his chest, gripping onto the cloth of his shirt. “Would you let another man hold me when you’re gone?”

His fingers on your back twitches at your words, letting you know how he really feels about the situation.

“Would you let another man deflower me? Pleasure me like you could have? Would you have allowed another man’s child in my womb?”

“No.” Kun spits out the single syllable with disgust.

“My love,” You whisper, “this could very well be our last night together.”

He breathes in deeply as he lets your words sink in, placing his hand to cover your own. He intertwines his fingers with yours and brings it to his lips, kissing your palm. “If you put it that way, then I must spend the next hours showing you the extent of my love.”

You stumble back a bit when he kisses you suddenly, your hands finding support on his muscles that have gotten firm during the days he spent away to train for a battle.

For a brief second you’re reminded of what’s to come when the night is over, but it’s quickly thrown out the window as Kun’s nimble fingers dance along your arms and hook the sleeves of your nightgown between them; pushing it down your shoulders.

You help him get your dress off, letting the silky cloth pool around your ankles until you were left in your panties. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before but he still likes dragging his eyes over the expanse of your exposed skin.

Kun untucks his shirt and pulls it overhead, tossing it aside without another care. He leads you to your bed, carefully laying you down the soft blankets and trailing kisses down your body; from your lips, chin, neck, both breasts, until he reaches your navel. “By the time I return, this must be swollen with our child, yes?”

“Yes.” You repeat, practically shaking in anticipation as he rolls your underwear off. You press your thighs together when he extracts the white clothing article from your ankles.

He slides his hands up your legs and leans forward to kiss your knees, “May I see you, princess?”

Your heart is thumping erratically in your chest as you slowly part your legs, wincing slightly at the cold air that breezes through your intimate parts.

Kun sighs, almost contentedly, running his hands down your thighs.

“Please don’t stare.” You try to shut your legs back together but he stops you.

“Don’t be shy, princess. You’re beautiful—very beautiful, all of you.” He assures, lowering his head down to your nether regions and placing a chaste kiss that pleasantly jolts you.

“Oh!” You exclaim, rising to your elbows to watch him. Once his tongue touches you, licking through your folds, you fall back against the mattress with a moan, “Oh.”

His tongue felt warm; a pleasing contrast to the cold air from the open window when it hit where his lips have been. He holds onto your thighs, squeezing them once in while whenever you quietly whimper. You were a little disappointed when he pulls away all of a sudden. He moves to the space beside you and guides you to sit on top of him, “Come here.”

Once you had straddled him, you look down in confusion while you await his next order.

“Come sit on my face, princess.”

You gasp, “On your face? I—I can’t possibly!”

Kun smiles, “It’s okay, princess. Think of it as your throne, come now.”

With hesitancy, you maneuver yourself until your core was right above his awaiting mouth. You were quick to succumb to the position when Kun resumes his feast on your groin, loudly humming as your juices dripped onto his tongue. He held you against him with firm grips on your thighs when you began to writhe from a knot in your stomach that started to tighten.

It was certainly a new position for the two of you. He had never had really used his mouth to pleasure you like you had with his; his fingers knew your pussy more: where to touch inside of yours to leave you shaking, where to grind his palm against to make you want more.

One of his hands lets go of your thigh to spread apart your folds for his tongue to lick more of,  coaxing your juices out by inserting two fingers and dragging them out crooked. He captured whatever essence he was able to draw out with quick laps, making noises of absolute satisfaction at the little feat.

When your body began to convulse in short bursts, you slap a hand over your mouth to contain a moan as you feel yourself unraveling, bucking your hips incessantly against his tongue while his nose prodded the skin that housed a bundle of nerves that sent little shocks of pleasure into your system.

Kun is slurping your climax beneath you as you catch your breath, the little hairs that framed your forehead had stuck to your skin due to perspiration.  

He gestures for you to lie back to the bed, guiding your quivering frame with gentle hands. “You tasted so sweet, princess. I could have your essence all night over and over again.”

“Don’t be silly.” You blushed, feeling ashamed at how wet his lips are. “Don’t say things like that.”

He looks at you, quizzically. “But you are, love. Would you like to try?”

Kun dips his head closer to you, but stops just an inch from your lips. Realizing he’s waiting for you to move, you pull him closer with a hand over his nape until his mouth was on yours.

His lips tasted differently from the previous kiss and blood rushes to your cheeks when you realize you were tasting yourself on him. It wasn’t as sweet as he claims, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“I think I like how you taste more—from that time at library, do you remember?” You giggled as he pulls away.

He came to visit you while you had your lessons and the minute your tutor left, assuming you wanted to converse in private; you were on your knees for the first time in front of him and got acquainted with his cock.

“How could I forget? I never knew how salacious you were; swallowing it all and acting like nothing had happened when your tutor returned.” He chuckles, “If we had a little more time, we could relive that moment, but tonight...”

Kun sits up, pushing the garter of pants down until it was completely off his legs. He situates himself between your legs, kneeling with his thighs spread apart and rigid cock in hand. “Are you sure about this, [Y/N]? Think about the consequences that can arise from this.”

You rise up and replaced his hand that held his cock, pumping the entire length. “There are no consequences, Kun. How can your child in my womb be such a thing?”

“You really want this?” He laughs a little when you nod, “You’re quite spoiled, you know?”

“Is it really my fault you grant every wish I ask for?”

“I guess not. I just want you happy.”

You look at him, wistfully. “I am.”

Kun glances back down the little space between your bodies, eyeing how your wrist expertly handles his member. “This will hurt you.”

With another kiss, you whisper against his lips: “Nothing will hurt more than the uncertainty of the war’s outcome. If I truly am spoiled, you’d grant my wish and stay.”

He kisses your forehead and without another word, guides his cock into your entrance. Your mouth falls at the entirely new sensation you’re experiencing. You watch as his length disappears inside of you, inch by inch, and halfway through, you feel a painful pinch within that causes you to whimper.

Kun places a hand on your hips and the other on your face, “Tell me to stop, princess.”

“Don’t.” You choke out, flinging your arms around him to bury your head on the crook of his neck.

“Just a little more, my love.” He whispers, voice strained as he runs a palm over your back, kissing your shoulder as if it could distract the pain.

You could feel yourself stretching out to accommodate his girth, uncontrollably clenching around his dick as it continued pushing itself deep inside of you.

“Tell me when to move, princess.” He kisses your shoulder repeatedly, gliding his hands all over your body and squeezing whatever he could to encourage you.

You moan when you tried to move by yourself, just shifting ever so slightly, “I—okay, p-please do something.”

He transfers his hand down to your ass, pushing your weight up just a little before letting you ease back down his shaft.

An abrupt exhale leaves you with a breathless “okay.”

You begin to bring yourself up after a few minutes, finally getting used to and surprisingly enjoying the feeling of being stretched out; while still holding onto Kun with arms around his shoulders.

He murmurs soft encouraging words into your ear, minutely groaning once in a while when you would clench around him.

Pulling away from his neck, you gaze into his eyes, “I love you.”

Kun’s lips twitched into a grin, “I love you, too.”

Your brows suddenly furrowed when the familiar knot in your stomach begins to tighten once more. Kun must have sensed it too because he suddenly moves your bodies around until your back is pressed over the mattress and his hips are repeatedly snapping into yours; taking charge of the situation.

The arms on either side of your body that held his weight up were straining, veins popping out of the smooth skin. A good amount of sweat had accumulated on his own furrowed brow, threatening to drip onto you.

Your hand leaves the warmth of his shoulder to hold your breast that had been bouncing back and forth with Kun’s thrusts. During a particularly hard re-entry of his length into you, you grasp onto your breast and unintentionally heightened the pleasure you were experiencing.

Your face was completely flushed, already glowing pink as you made the softest noises that filled in the silence of your room aside from the creak of the bed and snap of Kun’s thighs against yours.

“You look so beautiful, [Y/N].” He bends down, bringing your neglected breast into his mouth and swirling the hardened nipple with his tongue. “What I’d give to have you like this everyday—and I will, when I return from war. Just wait for that day, princess, I’ll return as a man and become your king. I’ll show you how a king shall love his queen.”

You moan at his words, threading your fingers through his hair and pushing your chest into his face for him to ravish.

“I promise to return, my love, I promise on…” Kun hisses; hips picking up their pace.

“On what, my love?” You whimper, legs quivering at your oncoming orgasm.

“On our child.” He grunts, thrusting so hard that it unravels you for the second time tonight, and as you violently shake with your back arching away from the bed, Kun stills completely with eyes shut tightly; letting your pussy naturally milk his cock of his seed.

You slump back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as you savor the warmth that’s spreading from your core up to your abdomen.

Once he catches his breath, Kun pulls his cock out of you; worriedly eyeing the little blood that coated him. “Are you okay? You’re bleeding.”

“You’ve taken my virginity, that’s all. I’m fine, I—I feel amazing.” You pant, taking his hand and gripping it hard. “I know you should head back to your room, but could you sing me to sleep tonight?”

“Of course, princess.”

You wince a little when you try to get yourself under the covers while he dresses himself. After he does so, he sits by your head and you move so that your lying on his lap.

As he combs your hair down with fingers, you quietly ask him, “Wake me before you leave.”

He nods before he sings you a lullaby and in a few minutes, you’re fast asleep.

Instead of returning to his room, he stays with you; watching you sleep, playing with your hair, and singing once more every time you stirred. When dawn came and your fathers had entered your room to fetch him, he—nor your father—had the heart to wake you up; not when a ghost of a smile graced your face.

So Kun, despite your request, left without disrupting your sleep and you only found out about it when you had woken up a mere hour after they departed; the tracks of their horses on the ground still fresh like his voice in your head when he lulled you to sleep.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

on the first day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ a n g r y s e x ]

>TAEYONG

>warning/s: face fucking, unprotected sex

a/n: when i was at the sleepover, my friend told me about how he and the girl he’s seeing gets off at hating on a person and we were laughing so hard because it’s technically hate/angry sex right?? Just not towards each other lol anD ALSO THIS TEACHER WAS BASED OFF A REAL PROF I HAD BACK IN COLLEGE THAT COST ME A “Failure due to absences” MARK ON MY RECORDS i was that chicken towards him and i feel like most of this was just me shitting on him huhuhu if soMEONE FROM MY SCHOOL RECOGNIZES WHO THIS IS IM GONNA-- pls dont spread it around if u kno who this prof is huhuhuhuhu im probably //already// on his hitlist

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Everyone hated at least one teacher they had come across in school; you met yours during Junior year in college. Mr. Chon was your Writing for Film elective professor and you’ve heard all the stories about how strict and uptight he was. You had blockmates who had him as a prof last semester and they always talked about how every meeting with him was living hell. You weren’t happy at the news, especially since he wasn’t even the prof you signed up for in the beginning.

There was only one class for the elective and you were able to get into the list before the final enrollment date, but because more people signed up for it and the registrar is absolute shit; you, along with other people, have been transferred to a new class--with the strictest, terror prof known in school.

You tried to appeal to the registrar for you to move back, but they put the blame on the Department of Comm for the class list and in the end, you weren’t allowed to move.

The first meeting with Mr. Chon was terrifying. Everyone in the room felt like they couldn’t breathe; so quiet that you could hear a pin drop and the air conditioning system sounded deafening. This elective was comprised mostly of Comm students and there were only a few of you that weren’t; one of which was your seatmate, Lee Taeyong, a dance major.

Before Mr. Chon entered the room, the two of you promised to help each other since your free time matched one another’s and neither of you wanted to do this alone. His friends ditched him last minute when he enrolled, opting for another elective he didn’t have the prerequisite of.

The first couple of classes with Mr. Chon was bearable. He made you guys watch highly rated films from his favorite directors during class and series like ‘Lost’ and ‘Designated Survivor’ for weekend homework. When it came to the first assignment, which was to pitch film ideas, it was all easy going aside from the one slip up majority of the class, with you included, of not printing it out in the specific format he made clear on the first day.

Strike one.

But when the time came to start working on the final project, as it is a full script for a film, the stress of it all came piling up. Mr. Chon gave out assignments to create character sheets, a lesson he never gave on, and expected you to submit a properly written one from research alone.

But before you can even create character sheets, he had to choose and approve a logline from the ones you’ve submitted beforehand. You tried to be nice and formal in your emails to him, always ending the message with a “Thank you and God bless.”

His replies sounded harsh despite the lack of words that would support that description. He had reprimanded you for submitting an edited version of the logline you presented in class, saying that no matter how good it was, if it was not submitted properly the day he had expected to receive it on a printed paper, he had expected you to revise all off them.

Strike two.

So you apologized for your mistake and made new loglines; and luckily he had chosen one that suited his taste. When it came to creating a character sheet, you were reprimanded for the format and given an example on how to make a proper one. However, you didn’t quite understand the file he had sent and took your chance into making minor changes to your previous submission, taking into account the little information you’ve understood from the text.

Strike three.

He reprimanded you (AGAIN), through email, for the ‘pathetic’ edit you’ve made. Ordering you to personally consult him after class or through scheduled one-on-one meetings in the Comm office where two other assistants can be witnesses to the whole ordeal.

This was indeed disadvantageous to you because while your classmates had the freedom to consult him 24/7 through email, you had to wait for class--one you had once a week--before you can even officially start anything, and that’s IF he approves anything.

At this point, you gave up; on him, the class, and your grade. It might be too late to officially drop out of class, but you can use up all your allowed absences until he’s failed you for it.

You were upset at your decision but it was the best sounding option you had, even Taeyong agreed to it because he couldn’t even get his loglines approved. You agreed to accompany him when he had his one-on-one consultation for his third revision of loglines and nearly half an hour later, he practically stormed out of the office while violently whispering to you that he was joining your little ‘boycott’ of the subject after Mr. Chon told him to revise everything again in the most passive aggressive manner.

Both of you had three allowed absences before your final grades would be considered FA (Failure due to Absences) and the two of you spent the supposed class hours together instead to ease each other of the anxiety of it all.

“I hate him.” You snarled, throwing your head back to gulp the can of beer Taeyong had offered you. “It wasn’t even fair to begin with!”

It was the last allowed absence you had for class. The thought of it made you cry, thinking how it would tarnish your records and disappoint your parents if they find out.

Taeyong wipes your tear with his thumb. You had oddly gotten close with Taeyong because of the elective; working together to do your assignments, consulting one another for suggestions, and especially sharing mutual hate for the class. It was maybe a month and a half already, but it’s as if you and Taeyong had been friends since freshman year.

“We both enrolled and paid on time for the original class and prof, why were we the ones moved?” You sniffed, silently thanking Taeyong for inviting you to his dorm so you could vent out your feelings to someone who understands the situation.

“I know. But the system sucks, what can a couple of students do against them?” He sighs, rubbing his eyes in frustration; probably wanting to cry as well with how his voice shook. He was his organization’s vice president and he had plans to run as president the next year, but with an FA grade, he doubts he can even make the minimum CQPA to run as treasurer. “Ah, hyung would be so disappointed if I don’t take his spot as org president.”

You glance at the wall clock as you take another gulp of beer, “T-there’s like 30 minutes before class actually starts… should we just go?”

Taeyong snaps his attention towards you, “Are you crazy? And what will we say for ditching class for two meetings? We don’t have anything to present to him. He might as well give us an ‘F’ as fat as him if we show up empty handed.”

You hated how he was right; Mr. Chon would probably eat you alive in front of class for doing so. “Yeah, w-we shouldn’t. We need to commit to this stupid idea of ours.”

A phone begins to ring and Taeyong stands up to answer the call outside.

You let your gaze wander around the room, noting how clean and organized it was. You vaguely remember him telling you how he always cleaned up after his roommate, but he took no offence to it, rather enjoying the act of tidying up as a stress reliever or time killer.

As you finish off your beer, you receive a notification for a new email from no other than Mr. Chon, reminding you of the consequences if you don’t show up to class and the way he had worded it so condescendingly made your blood boil, and on top of that had it CC’d to both assistants AND the chairperson of the department, you just felt utter rage from embarrassment.

You put your phone down before you could even reply with the most improper and vulgar message you can think of. At the same time, you hear the front door slam and Taeyong is stalking into the room; face red and nostrils flared.

Before you could even ask, he’s screaming in frustration: “Our president found out that I’m purposefully failing a class and is demanding me to attend it! He even went as far as threatening to take me off my position as vice president!”

“Then make him go through the class and let’s see how he deals with Mr. Chon, who, by the way, just emailed us. He’s reminding us of the consequences and you know what’s worse? He had copies of the email sent to both assistants and the chairperson of the department! Like, was that even necessary?”

“What the hell?” He checks his phone immediately, scowling when he finds the email. “What is his problem?! Does he get off of our misery or something? I’ve never dealt with this kind of prof before! He doesn’t even fucking teach!”

You don’t really know Taeyong long enough to think formulate this opinion, but you’ve never seen him so angry and honestly, he looked hot.

Maybe he caught how you looked at him, but one second he’s ready to spit out more hate, instead he slams his lips over yours, grabbing the sides of your face with his hands after dropping his phone to the floor.

It caught you off guard; making you stumble back a few steps at how he met your lips, your hands flying to grasp the cloth of his shirt around his waist. He steadies you against him, slipping his fingers over your nape as his tongue licks your bottom lip.

When you part your lips to make way for him, he wastes no time slipping the wet muscle into your mouth and exploring the warm cavern. You both moan at the contact of your tongues, tasting each other of the beers and mints you previously had.

“Fuck,” He gasps in between kisses, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You look so hot when you’re angry.” You guide his hand over your chest.

“Yeah?” Taeyong squeezes your breast, moving his lips onto your jaw. He slides his thigh between your legs and rubs it over your crotch, hurriedly.

Stifling a moan, you stretch your neck out to give him more access and thread your fingers through his hair as you grind yourself on him.

He brings his mouth over yours again after slipping his hands under your shirt to get a better feel of your boobs, pressing his thumbs over your nipples until they were pert to his touch. He helps you out of your blouse, using the moment your lips are separated to unhook your bra. While he shrugs out of his own shirt, you fall to your knees and begin to to unzip his pants.

Once you were able to push his pants down and free his cock out of his briefs, you engulf most of his length as best as you can, tightening a grip on the few centimeters with one hand.

Taeyong cusses above you, moaning low as he combs your head back.

A ringtone erupts from below you and you fish out his phone out of his pants, handing it to him before resuming your previous act. “Answer it.”

He swallows hard as he obeys your request, not even giving the caller ID a glance before picking it up. “Hello?”

You watch him through your lashes, continuing to lick the underside of his cock.

“Wha-Calm down! I’ve made up mind! I’m not going to class and it’s way too late now.” He shouts into his phone, catching you by surprise.

You meant to pull away but his hand pushes you back down his cock, forcing the tip all the way to the back of your throat. You thank your ability to control your gag reflex and let yourself get used to the feeling; hollowing out your cheeks as he thrusts into your mouth.

“Shit, li-listen, I’m n-not going to beg Mr. Chon to let me back in class! I--what? So what if I’m with a girl-- I didn’t-- Prez, you’re being ridiculous!” He growls, pushing you away and kicking his pants completely off in anger. “You can’t just kick me off the team! I’m--”

You rise up from the floor, wiping the spit that dribbled down your chin. Warily, you watched Taeyong huff at his phone, ready to throw it to the ground but glances at you.

In a beat, he’s turning you around and pinning you against the back of an armchair; making quick work of your jeans and pushing them down your ankles with his foot once he got it past your knees.

“Did he threaten to kick you off the team?” You quietly ask, breathing rapidly as Taeyong cards his fingers through your pussy.

“He already has. He’s so abusive with his power! He was only elected president because he has connections to sponsors.” He grumbles behind you, “He also keeps reusing past choreo for new pieces! No one has the guts to call him out for it. I even made the fucking mistake of trying to befriend him because now I just get pushed around by him!”

You reach behind you to guide his cock into your pussy, “Let it out, Taeyong. If you’re really off the team, you’re not his lacke--”

You’re cut-off with a gasp as Taeyong surges forward, penetrating into you.

“I’m not his lackey!” He hisses, clawing your hips for support as he thrusts his hips repeatedly. “I’m the fucking vice president of the dance team!”

“What kind of president pushes around the VP like that then? Are you sure you were elected as vice president and not his lackey?”

“Stop calling me that!” He yells, snapping his hips harder into yours and eliciting a high shriek from you.

You bend over the armchair, grabbing at the pillows to anchor yourself against the force Taeyong was going at. You can feel your walls already accommodating his girth as they pushed in and out of you. Your lower abdomen tightens as your legs start to quiver in excitement; your orgasm is coming faster than you anticipated.

“T-Tae, I’m going to-- I’m really, really close--”

He grunts, moving you to the couch while still pounding into you. He only pulls you off of his dick to spin you around so you would be facing him and sits down, wasting no time as he hooks his fingers around your thighs to have you sit on his lap.

“You know,” He starts, guiding his cock back into your awaiting entrance, “That goddamn class is the reason why our president is so harsh on me. I was either going to practices late or leaving early to work on our stupid assignments.”

“Ugh, the root of all our problems is because of that goddamn class! It’s still unfair how we were transferred to Mr. Chon’s class.” You adjusted your legs so you could carry your weight as you begin to ride him.

“Don’t even mention that asshole! He keeps bragging about how he wrote scripts for indie films and how he was mentored by great, award-winning scriptwriters, but he never bothered actually teaching us shit.” He punctuates his complaint with a hard thrust upwards.

You moan out loud, dragging the sound until your head is situated on the crook of his neck. “Do that again.”

He obeys--multiple times; each with an insult towards your professor.

“Aah, I’m comi--!” Taeyong pulls you in for a kiss, drowning out your cries of pleasure as he holds your hips down for him to drive his cock into with a more calculated force.

You come with your toes curled and head thrown back in a silent cry while Taeyong thumbs furious circles over your clit and chases after his own high.

“In me, in me.” You chant, still shaking from your release.

Taeyong moans, “Shit, really?”

After confirming with a nod, he shoots his load into you; sensing immense warmth overcome your belly as you help him ride it out. When you take his cock out and proceed to sit back down on his lap, you can already feel it drip out of you.

“I can’t believe I got off for being so pissed.” Taeyong breathes, covering his eyes with his palm. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Not at all.” You clamber off of him, dropping your weight to the space beside him. “I liked it and I guess… sort of needed it, too.”

He turns his head towards you and snorts, “We deserved it after that hell of an elective. We’ll be weakshits to those who stayed, but whatever, yeah?”

“I value my sanity, thank you.” You laugh and he joins you. “The only thing good that came out of this was you.”

Taeyong’s lips twitched into a smile, “Yeah. We wouldn’t have met if not for that damned class. If we didn’t help each other out with Chon’s assignments…”

“We would have died way earlier.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, but, uhm, no, not just that… what I mean is that I wouldn’t have gotten to know you and,”

You blink at him, “And?”

“I can’t do this with my dick out, [Y/N]. Hold on.”

“Your dick is fine--it’s amazing, in fact.” You grab his shoulders when he tried to get up, “Taeyong, I like you.”

Taeyong bursts out laughing, “We’re really confessing in the nude?”

“Think of it this way: if you feel the same way, it’s so much easier to get down to business.” You cock a brow at him and he shrugs with puckered lips.

“Then, I like you, too.” He says, twisting his torso to face you and dragging his thumb across your lower lip, “So, round two?”

Snorting, you cup his face and pull him in for a kiss, “How about we exclude shitty profs and abusive friends?”

Taeyong hoists you up in his arms, carrying you so that either of your legs were secured over his hips. He starts to walk away from the couch, grinning at you as you squealed in surprise at his action, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

-

a/n: this feels so rushed because of my internet situation ;A;

[maknaesdancersrappers]

on the fifth day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ m e d i c a l p l a y ]

>>JOHNNY

>>warning/s: johnny in a lab coat, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk

a/n: a continuation of kinktober day 2

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Your heart is racing when Johnny smiles at you, eyes crinkling a bit as he removes his latex gloves and throwing them aside. You bite down your lip when you feel his hand back on your pussy; coating his calloused fingers with your essence and spreading them all over your folds.

“If that’s so, then let’s start again.” He glances up at you, waiting for you to nod before pushing two digits back inside of you.

You exhale, slowly and deliberately; relishing the drag of his rough fingertips along your walls and how they stretched you.

Johnny makes delicate movements with his hand, gently thrusting until his fingers are completely swallowed up. He rolls his wrist like he was screwing you with his hand, getting literally a three-sixty degree feel of your vaginal walls. When he pulls out a bit, you jerk with a moan and he grins. “I’ve found something.”

For a moment, you thought he meant something medically serious until the pads of fingertips glide back over the patch of flesh that housed a bundle of nerves inside of you and you’re arching your back.

His free hand holds down your lower abdomen to give him leverage as he continues to assault your sweet spot.

“Oh, doctor!” You cry out, writhing against his hold and the stirrups; clasping your breasts over your hospital gown and kneading them harshly.

Your climax overcomes you with no warning and with your coming undone prompts Johnny’s mouth on your clit; heightening the pleasure in your bones, ten-folds.

His tongue is licking incessantly before his lips close around the engorged nub to suck it dry. His fingers are helping you ride out your high, matching the rhythm of your hips as they moved on their own accord.

“Deeper.” You whined, pulling the mint colored cloth above your head and leaving you naked in front of him except for your bra.

“My fingers can’t probe you deeper, miss [Y/N].” He chuckles, lowly as if he regrets it.

“I’m sure you can find something longer… thicker… to use, doctor.” You wheezed, calming down from your orgasm.

“Are you sure?” He swallows hard, voice strained. “I wouldn’t want to give you the impression that I’m abusing your… precarious position.”

“I told you—I’ve been sexually inactive way too long for my liking.” You snort, “There are some things my hands or toys can’t fulfill like a man does.”

When he pulls his hand away, you wanted to whine from the loss of contact; the sudden sensation of emptiness washing over you.

He looks at his fingers, drenched in your juices; glistening under the lights of his office. His full blown pupils meets yours and after another bob of his prominent Adam’s apple, he brings his fingers to his mouth. Breaking eye contact with you to close his eyes and savoring how your taste invade his tongue.

“Doctor.” You croaked. You want nothing more than to have his hand—or his cock—back between your legs, now pathetically clenching on nothing while watching the man before you suck on his fingers after he had them inside of you.

“I’m sorry—this is unprofessional of me.” Johnny takes his fingers out of his mouth, shaking his head.

With the little fraction of your mind that hasn’t been clouded with lust, you realized something: “Oh god, you’re taken, aren’t you?”

He laughs out loud, “Do you think I had time to maintain a relationship during med school? No, I don’t have anyone.” His eyes drop back down to your core, dripping and glistening of both your own fluids and his spit. He places his hands on your legs, running them along your inner thighs. “I’m probably just as lonely as you.”

“You’ve seen more vaginas than I’ve seen dicks—touched them, too.”

“True, but not for pleasure. Plenty of other patients have spread their legs before me before I even ask to, and sometimes even when it isn’t necessary.” He removes your ankles from the stirrups.

“But?” You sit up and regret taking off your hospital gown; you probably looked like a fool to him now, a desperate, lusty woman.

“Yours is the only one I’ve tasted.” He crosses his arms, “And might I say, you’re fucking delicious.”

A blush spreads across your cheeks, “Delicious enough to remedy your loneliness, maybe?” You pull him closer by grabbing his belt with new found confidence after hearing his confession. You glide your palm over his erection, chuckling at how his breath hitches.

“Given the circumstance that I’m a male gynecologist, I don’t want patients to think I’m using my profession for my own sexual gratification.” You see him gulp at the proximity of your groins. “It just so happened that you’re…”

You raise a brow at his hanging sentence, “I’m?”

“Beautiful. Funny, from what I overheard from your conversations with the receptionist. You’re also the only one that doesn’t come in to see me every month because of a supposed itch or pain down there.”

This makes both of you giggle for a while before it does down and steps away from you to retrieve you hospital gown.

He doesn’t miss the embarrassed frown on your face as you shrug it back on. “Miss [Y/N], I hope you understand I can’t risk my reputation as a doctor, especially since I’m new.”

You nod, “Yes, of course. I completely understand.”

Johnny smacks his lips as he stares down at you a little longer. “But I’d like to take you out for coffee or dinner someday—whenever you’re free.”

You blink up at him, “What?”

He smirks, leaning his lips near your ear “I can’t have you here, [Y/N]. I’d like to take you in the privacy of a bedroom—yours or mine, whichever—where I can make you scream all you want and give you the satisfaction your little toys can’t.”

“Oh.” Your legs automatically shut at his words and you feel your pussy throb at the thought. “Is that so, doctor?”

He hums, “You’re also the only one who can make my cock stand upright when you call me that.”

“Well, then I’m free tonight.”

“The clinic closes at 7, is that alright with you?”

“I’ll wait however long it takes if it means getting examined by your hands again, doctor.” You say his title with a little moan.

There was a low guttural sound from his chest, “Keep calling me that and I’ll examine you with something other than my hands.”

A knock sounds from the door and receptionist’s voice calls out, “Dr. Seo, your 5 o’clock appointment, Mrs. Kim, is here.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.” He barks, eyes still daring you to tease him.

Giggling, you kiss his cheek and hop off the examination bed. “You have my contact info in your records.”

He scoffs, playfully; stepping away and towards the door while you walked over to your clothes and begin to put them on. He pauses, watching you slip your skirt on.

“No panties?”

You wink at him, “They were soaked through after our last appointment. So I saved myself the trouble of ruining another pair by skipping them today.”

His eyes grow a little darker, “Are you planning to wear one later?”

Shrugging, you fixed your skirt, “You’ll have to wait and see.”

Johnny snorts in disbelief, “Alright, then.”

Before he goes, you call out just loud enough for him hear; purring your last word “See you later, doctor.”

[maknaesdancersrappers]

here are all the goodies under the (7) days of Kinkmas:

1. Angry Sex [ Taeyong ]

2. Hair-pulling [ Yuta ]

3. Face-sitting [ Kun ]

4. Public [ Jaehyun ]

5. Medical Play [ Johnny ]

6. Gags [ Doyoung ]

7. Praise [ Yuta & Winwin ]

[heartbreaker-johnny]

Kinkmas day 4- Public Taeyong

A/N: I don’t know how good this is and I’m sorry it took so long to post??? Send help

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You cocked your head to the side, only half listening to the story Wendy was telling you. You loved her, you did, it was so nice to have another English speaker around. Though “around” was really just when you saw her as SM or music events. But as much as you loved her, you were much more concerned with finding Taeyong. You had arrived at the SM Christmas party together and thought you would be together all night. That wasn’t how it ended up. He had been talking to one of the Exo members, he had been yanked away from you so fast you weren’t sure which one, and you had managed to keep an eye on where he was throughout the night. Until now.

Your eyes were darting all over the room, trying to find any sight of your boyfriend, hoping he hadn’t had to leave for something. You were sure to anyone else you looked insane, but to you, you were an overly anxious girlfriend.

“Y/N, you’re not even listening to me!” Wendy pouted, snapping your attention back to her.

“What?” You said. “Oh, sorry. I just can’t find Taeyong. I swear he was right over there talking to Suho or Chen but now I can’t find him. I hope they didn’t make him leave without me.”

It was often that his managers would tell him of some last minute schedule or something he had to attend to so he was often leaving unexpectedly.

“He’s literally right behind you.” Wendy laughed.

“What?” You asked confused.

As soon as the word was out of your mouth, hands appeared on your hips. You turned your head to see a head of grayish blond hair resting on your shoulder.

“Hi baby.” He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi. I was just looking for you. Where did you go?” You asked him, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

“Restroom. Then Eunhyuk Hyung stopped me for a bit.” He informed you.

“She was starting to freak out.” Wendy teased.

“I was not! I just wanted to make sure he didn’t leave me here.” You shrugged.

“Well now that you two are reunited, I’m gonna step away and use the restroom myself. I’ll text you later Y/N.” Wendy said before heading in the direction Taeyong had come from.

Taeyong turned you around in his arms and you placed your arms around his neck.

“How you doing baby?” He asked you, a soft smile on his lips.

“I’m good. It’s nice to see everyone here. I don’t see them a lot.”

You and Taeyong had met on the set of one of NCTs music videos. You worked as a temporary assistant to a video director and being at that shoot had actually landed you a permanent position with a photographer SM used a lot. The photographer you worked for usually just shot photos for album covers and picture teasers and he mostly worked with the girl groups or people who’s concept worked well with the style be shot in. You usually only saw the other NCT members so it was nice to see the rest of the company.

“I’m sure everyone else is just as happy see you too.” Taeyong said, happy that you got along well with his coworkers.

“What about you? Are you having fun?” You asked him.

“I am, but I know I could be having a lot more fun with you.” He said, rubbing circles into your hips and biting his lip.

He was horny and you were his favorite remedy.

“Is that right?” You said, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him.

“Did I mention how stunning you look tonight?” He asked, tugging on the short silver dress you were sporting.

“I do recall you mentioning something about that.” You teased him.

“You know, we could sneak a way for a bit. There’s an empty room down the hall that we could hide in.” He said, raising his brows at the idea.

“Tae, we can just sneak off to have sex. We’re at your company, with tons of people around.” You reminded him.

“That’s what they make locks for babe.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“People are definitely gonna notice we’re missing.” You said, trying to resist the idea.

“Come on baby, live a little. I want you, now. I don’t want to wait until we get home.” He said, pulling you closer to him. “Besides, you said you wanted to try something new.”

You had mentioned to him that you were open to exploring more in your guys’ sex life. This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but the idea was tempting and the thought alone of you and Taeyong being intimate in public...it got you pretty aroused.

“I swear to god if we get caught and I lose my job...” You started, eyes locked on his tempting lips.

“If we get caught and you get fired I will hire you as Marks personal assistant. The kid could use one anyway.” He shrugged.

You didn’t say anything, just let your arms trail up and down his arms.

“So is that a yes?” He asked, hopefully.

You nodded and watched his hopeful face turn ecstatic.

He pulled you away from the party and down the hall to the last room on the left. He looked around, making sure no one was around, before pulling you both into the room and locking the door.

It was a small room, a keyboard and a bench were on the other side. There were no decorations, just a light switch on the wall

“What’s this room used for?” You asked, curious.

“It’s a writing room. It’s where we can go when we wanna write lyrics or something. They’re mostly used by artists.” Taeyong said, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around you. “My favorite part is it’s soundproof.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, softly at first, the quickly picking up the pace. His hand traveled up your spine, then moved around to cup your breast. He softly kneaded it, the silky inside of your dress gliding across your nipple. It never took much to get you turned on when it came to Taeyong. Him looking at you alone was enough to get you wet. There was just something about him that you’d never had with anyone else.

You pulled away to breath as he began the assault on your neck. It felt so good you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Tae, what if someone tries to come in here?” You whispered.

“Johnny is on look out. If anyone even comes this way he’ll take care of it.” He said between placing love bites on your neck.

Thank god for Johnny Seo.

Taeyong continued to work your body but you honestly couldn’t take it anymore. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off him, his smooth chest and stomach aching to be touched. He reached behind you to undo your dress but you stopped him.

“There’s no time, it’ll take me too long to get back into it. People will start to notice we’re gone soon, we have to be fast.” You told him, reaching down to unbuckle his pants. As much as you loved his foreplay, you were ready to go now, and it wouldn’t be long before someone called him asking where he was.

He nodded and helped get you out of his pants. Thankfully he was wearing boxers with an opening in the front. You shimmied out of your panties and hiked your dress up around your waist.

Taeyong picked you up and pushed you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist for extra protection from falling and you could feel how hard and ready he was for you. He lined himself up at your entrance, looking to you for permission.

“Please Tae,” You whined. “Just fuck me already.”

“Yes princess.” He smirked.

He thrust his length into you, you both let out a moan when he bottoms out. You hadn’t realized how long it had been since you both had had straight up passionate sex, until now. He was always so busy and tired when he came home, you didn’t want to bother him with your needs. You pretty much just sucked it up and waited until he asked. Now was a perfect time to make up for it.

His thrusts were hard and fast, his hips pushing you harder into the wall. He placed a hand behind your head, keeping you from getting hurt. Your hands clawed at his shoulders, desperate to grab at something. He felt so good inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots. You clenched around him, making him growl and pick up the pace even more.

You could feel your stomach tighten and you knew it wouldn’t be much longer for you.

“Tae....oh god I’m gonna cum.” You moaned out, throwing your head back.

“Hang in there baby. I’m getting close.” He groaned, the grip he had on your ass was sure to leave a bruise.

You did your best to ignore the fire in your belly but it was too much for you. You had been deprived of his sweet cock for so long. It was almost too much for you. He just barely hit that one perfect spot and that was it for you. You came hard and loud, completely forgetting where you were. He helped you ride it out, peppering your neck with sweet kisses. Once you came back to earth, you realized Tae hadn’t cum yet. You felt guilty and knew you couldn’t leave him hanging.

You got out of his grasp and sank to your knees.

“Baby what are you doing?” He asked as you took his cock in your hand.

“Finishing you off.” You said before your mouth sunk down on him.

Taeyong groaned deeply, his hands automatically going to your hair. You moaned at the taste of yourself on him, sending a shiver through his body. You hollowed you cheeks and bobbed your head up and down at a rather fast pace. You took him in your mouth deeply, making sure each time he hit the back of your throat. It wasn’t comfortable and you gagged a bit but you didn’t care. It was his turn to feel good and you so badly wanted to taste him.

You could feel him twitch inside your mouth as you ran your tongue over the vein that ran across his shaft.

“Fuck baby,” he said, pulling on your hair a bit. “You’re so good to me. So fucking good.”

You knew he was close, you could feel it, so you pulled back and put all your attention on his sensitive tip. Your hand worked on the rest of his shaft, moving in sync with your mouth.

“Shit baby,” he moaned. “Just like that. Fuck me just like that. Such a good girl.”

You ran your tongue over his tip and looked up innocently at him. You moaned around him once more and that was all it took for him. You looked so perfect with his cock inside your mouth, looking at him like that, he couldn’t help but to cum in your mouth. You swallowed every drop, pulling back to wipe your mouth in case any slipped out.

“Fuck angel. You’re so perfect. You took my cock so well.” He panted, coming down from his incredible high.

“It’s only fair. I haven’t came that hard in a long time.” You admitted.

“I know. We needed this. I need to pay more attention to you.” He said, picking up his pants and putting them back on.

You stood up, helping his button up his shirt.

“You pay plenty of attention to me. You’ve been busy and tired. I understand.” You smiles sweetly at him.

“I know and I love you so much for that. But I need to be a better boyfriend. I can’t let my job be an excuse to slack off. Let’s make a promise to do this at least once a week.” He suggested.

“Have sex at your company?”

“No smart-ass. Have sex in general. I hate having to schedule it but I think right now that’s all we can do. I know I show you I love you every other way, but I don’t want this way to slip too.”

You pulled down your dress and smiled at him.

“Sounds like a plan. I don’t mind scheduled sex. Just as long as it’s at home, where we don’t have to watch our backs.”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, this was hot and all but I definitely would rather take you in our bed.”

You looked around the room, trying to locate your panties.

“Did you see where I threw my panties?” You asked your boyfriend.

“You mean these?” He asked holding up your black lace panties.

You reached out for them but he pulled them away from you. You pouted at him, confused on why he was holding them hostage.

“I think I’ll hang onto these. I might wanna take you again before we get home. Easy access.” He smirked at you.

You blushed but rolled your eyes and headed for the door. You peaked out, making sure the coast was clear before you both walked out of the room. You rejoined the party, Johnny walking up to both of you, a smirk on his face.

“Well that didn’t take long. Must not have been that good.” He teased.

“Well maybe we’ll let you watch next time so you can see just how good it is. Sound good babe?” Taeyong fired back, looking over at you.

You smiled devilishly and shrugged, tugging your boyfriend away from his band mate.

“Hey, wait up, I wanna get in on that!”

[aumonstax]

#Kinkmas2018 Day 4 - Public Sex - Yuta

🍑Pairing: Yuta x Reader

🍑Warning: Public sex (obviously),  Oppa kink.

How he had convinced you this was a good idea, you would never know. 

All you did know was the pooling heat in the pit of your stomach was growing, your breath laboured behind your boyfriend’s palm pressed firmly over your mouth.

Yuta’s fingered curled inside you slowly, brushing against your sensitive spot in the most sinful way, teasing you and watching for your reaction. He drank up the fucked-out look in your eyes, your head tipped back against the wall he steadied you against while you fought back the loud moan threatening to escape from the pleasure his digits were giving you. 

Your heart was racing at the thought of getting caught. Yuta had somehow convinced you that a quickie in the studio was a good idea.

‘If you can stay quiet, we won’t get caught. The guys won’t be back for another 20 minutes.’

So here you were, your boyfriend’s hand in your pants–fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, thumb brushing over your clit in small circles and his other hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans and whimpers. His eyes raked over you hungrily, a fire burning in them with lust. 

He loved seeing you needy for him.

Yuta bit back a groan. The sound of the slick wetness between your thighs making his already aching erection throb as his fingers picked up the pace. His thumb rubbing frantically over your sensitive bud as he felt you getting tighter, knowing you were close to the edge.

Closing your eyes, your back arched off the wall with a silent cry of pleasure. Your hips bucked against his hand as you rode out your orgasm.  

“That’s it, baby, be a good girl and cum for Oppa.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, feeling your release dripping down his digits.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

Santa called; he found some people to help him with the naughty list—

—and here they are! Follow them if you aren’t already so you can catch their entries for Kinkmas

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✨ @caiuscassius

✨ @aumonstax

✨ @heartbreaker-johnny

✨ @mrkotter

✨ @missnctyukhei

✨ @enceetea

✨ @jijissmutguide

✨ @n-ctophile

— special participation ✨ @peachydyoung

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[aumonstax]

#Kinkmas Day 2 - Hair-pulling - Johnny

🍑Pairing: Johnny x Reader (Gender Neutral)

🍑Warning: Rough sex

“F-fuck, don’t stop!”

You hissed as the burning sensation on your scalp intensified. Johnny’s long fingers wrapped around your hair in a makeshift ponytail—his other hand gripping your hip tightly—the sound escaping you as he tugged harder. Buried inside you to the hilt, he leaned over your back to growl in your ear, pounding into you relentlessly.

“Speak up. I can’t hear you, baby.”

Your mouth opened wide in a silent scream as the pleasure rushed through you, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you, Johnny’s cock stretched you deliciously. Taking you from behind was your shared favourite position, the angle ramming his thick cock into your g-spot so perfectly it left you seeing stars.

“Daddy p-please, I’m so close...” Another whimper left your lips as Johnny tugged harder, yanking your head back so he could see the fucked-out look on your face. The sight bringing him even closer to the edge that he’d been fighting off for what felt like hours.

[heartbreaker-johnny]

Kinkmas Day 6- Ten Gags

Warning- flogging, ice play (kinda not really🤷🏻‍♀️)

A/N: unpopular opinion-I don’t think Ten is a super sexual person. I think he could be kinky or totally vanilla but only in private. Like super private. Also sorry this is short and not much going on, gags aren’t my thing and I’m very tired and in a lot of pain.

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Ten pushed you into his bed room, locking the door behind him. Jungwoo was sure to be annoyed that he couldn’t get into his room, but Ten didn’t care. You had crossed a line and you needed to be dealt with.

“Did you really think I didn’t notice how flirty you were with Yuta?” He asked you, backing you up to the bed.

“It was more him flirting with me.” You said, almost rolling your eyes.

“Don’t get sassy with me Y/N. Yuta will get his later. But you were clearly enjoying his flirting so don’t think you’re gonna be spared a punishment.” He glared at you.

It was true, you did enjoy Yuta’s flirting. Yes, Yuta flirted with everyone, it was his personality. But it was still nice to have that kind of attention again. Ten didn’t flirt with you like that anymore. Sure he gave you dirty talk in the bedroom or when he was in the mood, but that was it. You still wanted to be chased and Ten just didn’t seem interested in chasing anymore. You knew he still loved you, but he didn’t show it like he used to. Was he bored of you? Were you supposed to chase him? You weren’t sure what to do anymore. So when Yuta had initiated the flirting, you just went with it, curious if that was what you were really craving in your relationship.

Ten went to his dresser and pulled open the top drawer. He pulled out a paisley bandanna and his favorite (we’ll only) flogger. It wasn’t something that was used often, you weren’t the biggest fan of pain. In fact, you were kind of a baby about it. Your pain tolerance was low and you could handle small doses. But the flogger? You hated it. Ten only brought it out when you seriously fucked up. He hated fighting and arguing and this was how he got his feelings across.

“Ten,” You said when you saw the leather piece. “Did it really hurt you that bad?”

Your heart fell to your stomach and you felt like throwing up.

“Seeing you flirt with another man? Yes. Especially Yuta. I know you can do better than me so to see someone who can give more than me, not only trying to take what’s mine but to have what’s mine reciprocated that? It’s heart-wrenching.” He said honestly.

Seeing Ten so honest and vulnerable and angry brought tears to your eyes. You really weren’t trying to get a rise out of him. You just weren’t sure what you wanted and you needed to figure it out. Yes, you had figured out that you did need that flirtation from Ten, but you didn’t want him to think you didn’t love him anymore. It had all blown up in your face and now you had to fix it.

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m so sorry you felt that way. I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I just...you don’t flirt with me anymore and I just wanted to see if I really did miss the chase or if it was all in my head.” You explained to him.

He swallowed hard before looking down.

“And what did you find out?”

“I do miss when you flirt with me. I think we’ve both gotten so comfortable where we are that we just kinda got out of it. It’s a nice boost of confidence to be flirted with, at least for me. It shows you aren’t bored of me. I’m sure I’m not making sense but I’m not sure how else to describe it.” You said, biting your lip, upset with yourself.

“You’re right though.” Ten said, looking up at you. “I have been slacking lately. I guess I just thought stuff was pointless now. But I get where you’re coming from. I’ll do better.”

“And I’ll do better at communicating my needs.” You agreed.

He leaned in and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. He pulled back, giving you a deadly smirk.

“You’re still getting punished babygirl.” He told you.

You took a deep breath, but nodded.

“That’s fair.” You said. “But does it have to be the flogger?”

“You hurt me pretty bad babygirl. You know the rules.” He said, giving you the same look a parent would give a child when asking them to use their manners.

You nodded, accepting your fate willingly.

“Strip baby. Leave your bra and panties on, then get on the bed.” He commanded, riding himself of his shirt.

You did as you were told, leaving yourself in a baby pink bra and panties set. You looked over your shoulder to see Ten had stripped down to his briefs and was coming over to you. He leaned over you and put the bandana to your mouth.

“Bite down on this. I know you hate the pain. Besides, we don’t want the boys to hear you now do we?”

He slipped the bandana in your mouth, tying it in the back, making sure it wasn’t too tight. You closed your eyes and prepared yourself for what was to come.

“Since you can’t speak I won’t make you count out loud. We’ll do five this time, since we talked everything out. Next time I might not be so nice baby, remember that.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and bracing yourself.

The flogger landed on your ass, making you bite into the bandana. Your ass stung and had you not been gagged you would have yelped. When the flogger bit your ass the second time, you did let out a whine. You could feel your skin heat up and you knew there was already a red mark. When it hit the third time, the tears hit your eyes.

You weren’t sure exactly why this sort of thing got Ten off, maybe he some sort of chemical imbalance that made pain pleasure for him. Whatever it was, it was part who he was and if you had to get spanked and flogged every now and then, so be it. You loved Ten and you would do whatever it took to be with him.

The fourth hit was softer than the first three. It still hurt like a bitch but you didn’t wince. When the final hit landed, you hardly noticed. Your ass was pretty much numb at this point and to be honest, you wouldn’t have noticed if he had hit you with anything else other than the flogger.

When your punishment was over, you collapsed on the bed facedown, spitting the gag out of your mouth. You heard the bedroom door open, then close. You didn’t even care that Ten had left the room, you just wanted the stinging in your flesh to stop. The pain pulled through your ass and you concentrated on relaxing, trying to get over it. The door opened and closed once again, you assumed he came back. A few seconds later you were met with an ice cold feeling on your ass. You jumped the touch, looking behind you to see Ten holding an ice pack to your ass.

“Sorry babe. Just try to relax for a bit.” He said, rubbing soothing circles into your lower back.

The ice pack rubbed against your panties making you whine and the uncomfortable feeling.

“Can you take my panties off? The lace hurts.” You asked him.

“Of course babe.” He removed the ice pack and slowly and carefully discarded your panties. You looked over at him to see him look at your panties, then chuckle a bit.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“Your panties are damp baby.” He smirked at me. “Did your punishment turn you on?”

You hadn’t realized it much but you had felt a wetness between your thighs. Whether it was because you found Ten so hot when he was angry or because you liked the pain, which you was already unsure how you felt about it, you wasn’t sure.

Ten came back to me, leaned in and ran a finger up your slit. You gasped, not prepared for his action.

He chuckled again, shaking his head.

“Just as I thought. You’re soaked.”

You were??

“I thought you didn’t like the pain baby? You been holding out on me?”

“I...I don’t know,” you said honestly, so confused.

“Well. I suppose that’s a conversation for a later time. You handle your punishment well. I think I’ll reward you for being such a good girl.”

He ran his finger through your slit again, making you lightly moan at the contact. He repeated the action a few more times before ever so slowly, inserting a finger in you. He took his other hand and placed the ice pack back on your ass. The feeling of the ice and Ten’s finger inside you were both so intense together you were finding yourself breathing heavy already. He inserted another finger before moving them both slowly.

“Gosh baby, you’re so tight and wet. How can you still be this tight after I fuck you so hard?” He asked, almost genuinely baffled.

“Please Ten,” You whimpered.

You didn’t want him to take his time. His touch alone took you from 0 to 100 and you wanted to get off NOW. That and, you just wanted to put numbing cream on your ass so you could sleep.

“You’re right baby, now cruel of me. Let me take care of that wetness for you.”

He pumped his fingers fast and hard, scissoring them every few thrusts. You moaned out at his speed, not expecting so much so soon. You marveled the feeling though. It felt so good to feel such pleasure after feeling pain. Was that why Ten liked it so much? Was the pleasure really better after pain? You weren’t sure. All you knew was his fingers felt like heaven and you were already so close.

His thumb came up and rubbed your clit in sync with his fingers, making you moan out even louder. He leaned down and kissed his way from your lower back down to the cheek he hadn’t flogged. He took his chance to make his mark on your skin, sucking a deep hickey onto your cheek, making you groan at the feeling.

Your stomach tightened and you could feel that it wouldn’t take much more to make you come undone.

“Please, Ten please don’t stop.” You begged him, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts.

He laughed a little at you and slipped on another finger. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting that one spot that had you seeing stars. You moaned out, crying his name like a prayer, cumming all over his fingers. He pumped his fingers a few more times, helping you come down from your high, before taking them out and licking them clean.

“How was that baby? Feeling better?” He teased me.

“So much better.” You panted. “My ass still hurts though.”

“I know. Let’s leave the ice pack on for a little longer and then I’ll get the numbing cream. It shouldn’t leave a bruise, I didn’t want to.” He said, trailing his fingers down your spine.

“Ten?”

“Yeah?”

“After my ass stops tingling, can we have proper make up sex? I want to feel you properly.”

He laughed at your confession.

“Sure baby. I’d be glad to pound you out like you deserve.” He winked at you.

“If you’re done torturing your girlfriend, can I come in my room?” Jungwoo called from outside the door.

You both laughed before Ten put a blanket over you and getting up to let in his grumpy roommate.