#kpop kinktober

[gimmeurtmi]

kinktober day two — seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, kinktober series, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minnie, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), grinding, themes of degradation, use of “toy”, “pretty”, “bubs”, “baby”, “good girl”, lmk if i forgot anything!

inspo: a lady never tells 😌

kink: edging <3

{ wc: 3900 }

Seungmin loves control. He loves challenging himself, he loves being the best, and he loves the thrill after a mental battle. He also really loves experimenting sexually with you.

So when he accidentally ruined one of your orgasms one night–he spent the following day reading all about the concept of that, as well as edging.

He was enthralled.

It was the most curious thing to him, people enjoying being deprived of pleasure like that, but you really seemed to like it the few times he did it to you, so Seungmin kept doing it.

But the more you enjoyed it, the more the itch at the back of his neck bothered him; what could possibly be so fun about it?

The more videos he watched about it, the more he did it to you, the more he read about it–he just couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like. However, he also couldn’t ignore the clear dynamics displayed each time he watched one of those videos.

Seungmin was in charge when it came to sex; that’s how you both liked it and that’s what worked. Seungmin knows that’s what works because you two tried it the other way around and it was… not good. It was actually pretty awful. Seungmin was uncomfortable by it, and you were nervous and apprehensive, and neither of you even managed to finish that night.

You asked him to try again and considering it came from you Seungmin agreed in an instant. And then the same thing happened. You froze, you were awkward as you kissed him, and you fumbled so much his condom slipped off after a few thrusts.

You never tried it again after that and so the dynamics remained how you both wanted them to be–Seungmin was in charge and you followed his every word flawlessly.

Edging was something doms did to their subs. That’s the conclusion Seungmin couldn’t help but reach. Every video and post and article about it all came to that same conclusion, and so Seungmin figured it wasn’t something he’d get to experience.

It was something he could do to you, feel the thrill in his gut as you whined and he watched your walls clench in frustration as he pulled his fingers away. He got to hear you beg him for more and then stop, chuckle at your annoyance when he simply told you ‘not yet’.

He did it to you a lot. The more frustrated he felt after a long day of work, the longer he’d put you through it, and every time he’d imagine how you must feel. Having the pleasure so close to you, feeling the tell-tale signs of an orgasm approaching just for it to be taken away at the very last second. He’d watch your face, your faint giggle and your frustrated eyebrows and imagine it was him feeling it, too.

Seungmin will never admit this, but he tried it on himself one night–when he was away from you and missing you. He touched himself, and rather than racing to get there as quickly as possible, he stopped himself at the very last minute. Felt the way his stomach contracted in preparation to release just for it not to come to fruition. It felt extraordinary.

It made him so needy he felt like he’d do something crazy like call you and beg to hear your voice. It made him so needy he didn’t even think about the noises he was making. It made him want in a way he’s never wanted sexually before–and he just knew he needed you with him next time.

He wanted your hands on him while it was happening, he wanted to see your smile and kiss your swollen lips as he’d wait for the rush to disappear completely and start the whole ordeal again. He wanted you to do it to him, he wanted to beg for more of it.

But doms don’t beg.

*

“Come here,” he groaned, pulling you onto his lap after ten minutes of kissing. You quickly climbed on top of him, sighing softly as you settled right on top of him.

He brought a hand to your hip, squeezing softly as his pinky finger dug into your bone.

You slowly moved his hair out of his eyes, softly combing your fingers through his bangs as you smiled down at him.

Fuck. You’d be the death of him one day.

“Bubs,” he said softly, voice catching on his heartbeat in a small crack. You hummed at him. “I need you.”

“What’s stopping you, then?” You giggled, dipping your head into the crook of his neck, leaving small kisses around his veins.

The grip on your hips tightens, and you understand instantly what he wants when he drags you across his lap twice. You quickly take control of the pace, rubbing against him with familiar ease.

Seungmin brings a hand into your hair–grabbing you before he crashes his lips against yours. The kiss is messy, desperate, as Seungmin licks into your mouth. You meet him halfway, sucking his lips as you let out small noises in return.

He grabs your ass firmly, controlling your movements as you let your desperation dictate the pace more than any kind of grace, and after a small shift closer, Seungmin’s head falls back.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he affirms, squeezing your ass once before pulling you even closer to him.

All you can do is nod in return as the pressure sends a small jolt between your legs–your underwear sticking to you uncomfortably.

“I wanna take this off,” you whine, grabbing the hem of your leggings and tugging.

Seungmin shakes his head. “Not yet, bubs. I want you to ruin them first.”

You moan loudly at that, breath shaking as you nod in understanding.

It only takes a few more thrusts and grunts before it hits you, Seungmin’s shameless moans spurring you on more than he could ever know. Although; he does have a very good idea of what his voice does to you, regardless of what kind of melody comes out of him.

He brings his hands to the small of your back, kissing your forehead lightly as you slowly come back down to earth.

After your breathing settles down, you bring your hand between your bodies. It’s warm and slightly uncomfortable, but you don’t care about any of that when Seungmin groans at your touch.

“I wanna, wanna try something,” he lets out, big eyes wide and cautious as he looks at you.

You nod softly at him.

“Yeah,” you agree, because you’re sure whatever it is is something you’d love to try with your boyfriend. He wouldn’t ever want to do something that isn’t fun for both of you.

“Would you wanna try edging?” He suggests, a faint blush covering his features.

You nod quickly, chuckling lightly before you say, “but we’ve done that loads of times already, Seung.”

“I mean me,” he says softly, “if that isn’t weird and you’re comfortable doing that.”

“Weird?” You all but gasp, “Seungmin, that’s hot as fuck.”

He chuckled at you, rolling his eyes as he pulls his arm around your shoulder. “You just have horny brain fog right now.”

“Yeah, it’s the kinda brain fog that makes me call you—“

“—behave,” he giggles, “I’m trying to have a serious conversation about kink right now.”

“And it’s so hot when you’re all serious about communication and boundaries,” you grin at him, leaning in closer to kiss him tightly. “I can be a good girl and do what you ask of me, baby.”

Seungmin feels his insides filling with heat as you say those words, and suddenly, his inner conflict seems to disappear altogether. It isn’t at all weird for a dom to ask for edges, because you’re the kind of sub that obeys him and follows his orders to perfection. So ordering you around to please him makes complete sense. It’s not like he’s never done that kind of thing before either, telling you how to please him, it’s just this time the pair of you will go through a whole other level of it.

Seungmin feels his dick twitch with the excitement of it all.

He should’ve talked to you about this such a long time ago. He didn’t even have to tell you he was feeling insecure about this particular exploration of his and already you’ve managed to reassure him completely of his desires. There was a reason you were the person he trusted more than anyone, enough to want to do this with you in the first place.

“I don’t think I’ll be good at it, at first,” you say, lacing your fingers with his and tapping his knuckles absentmindedly, “but if you enjoy it we’ll figure it out together. And it’s not like we need to change roles just for you to get edged.”

Seungmin hums quietly, nodding at your suggestion. He isn’t sure what it’ll feel like to still be in charge while it happens, and he wonders if he’s maybe asking too much of you. How would it even work, technically speaking?

“Oh my god,” you smile wide, “you know what’ll be super hot? If I suck you off and you like,” you grab his hand, bringing it up to the side of your head and letting his fingers dig into hair, “pulled,” you wrap your fingers around his wrist, helping him pull your hair as your head goes along with it, “and like, yank me off you when you get too close.”

Seungmin's mouth is completely dry, and the enthusiasm in your eyes isn’t helping the strain on his pants. He takes a deep breath.

“Yeah, bubs. Very hot, I can do that,” he says, breath shaking.

“Can we do it now?” You ask, eagerly, beautiful eyes shining brightly at him.

Seungmin wonders why he’s the only one with a puppy reputation in this relationship, when the only thing missing from this picture is a tail wagging wildly behind you.

He can’t help himself, bringing the hand that’s still buried into your hair closer—yanking you towards him as he kisses your lips firmly.

“You’re the best,” he mumbled against your lips, knowing how big of an understatement it actually is. It’s not enough to explain what his heart is feeling right now, but you accept it as you giggle.

“You’re only saying that because I’m about to suck your dick,” you scrunch your face up at him.

He opens his mouth to say something obnoxious, but you drown him out as you slip off his lap and tug his pants off. It’s a moment later that his cock hits the back of your throat, your enthusiasm showing tenfold as you finally see to the task at hand.

With the hand still in your hair, Seungmin rubs slow circles into your scalp and whether subconsciously or not, your tongue moves at the exact same pace. Seungmin tests out this theory, by very subtly quickening the pace of his fingers, and your mouth moves just as fast.

He chuckles at you, “God, such a good girl. Such a good girl.”

You hum happily around him, and Seungmin feels the early signs of an orgasm approaching him. The tell tale crunch in his lower stomach, and the tightening around the base, and—

“Oh, fuck,” he lets out, feeling it approaching faster and faster before he grabs your face with both hands and pulls you up.

There’s a string of spit between your lips, connecting to his dick, and Seungmin has to close his eyes not to look at it for too long. With his eyes closed he can feel everything better. The wetness on his dick is cold now that your tongue isn’t around him anymore, and the feeling sends a small gush down his spine. His whole body was prepared for it, blood rushing everywhere and thighs flexing and now he lets out a small sigh as all those feelings disappear. The only thing he can still feel is how hard he is.

He grabs you without opening his eyes, feeling around the bed for your hand before he pulls you on top of him. Your body weight grounds him, and your thighs right above his crotch make him want to thrust into you. It’s contradicting and wonderful and Seungmin feels like he’s floating.

“Gonna fuck your cunt now,” he says, his voice so foreign in his own ears. He sounds a bit breathless, and so desperate he’s almost embarrassed.

But your eyes are wide and lustful and there’s spit all around your mouth and Seungmin could just devour you right now.

“Please,” you say, grabbing his shoulders to ready yourself, mounting his thighs as you sit up.

“Look at you,” he groans, placing a hand on each thigh and squeezing tightly, “got ready so quickly. Needy for my cock now, yeah?”

You nod quickly, squeezing his shoulders as he lines up with your entrance. He lets the tip of his cock slide into you, but doesn’t go much further. You patiently wait for him to do something, admiring the way his jaw clenches while he looks at you. His eyes are darker, pupils blown out and enlarged, your body reacting instantly as you feel another wave of wetness release.

Seungmin laughs.

“I just gotta look at you and you get wet?”

His words cause you to clench before you realise it, another inch of him slipping inside you as it happens. You moan loudly.

“Fuck,” he lets out, eyes fluttering at the feeling before he lets his head fall back on the pillow. “You’re so easy.”

It happens again, another clench or your walls. Seungmin laughs again, but this time he moans as your warmth welcomes another inch of his dick.

“Not all of it,” he mumbles to himself, tapping your knee in a silent request to lift yourself up, “can’t give you my cum just yet.”

Your body shudders at that, at the simplicity in which he says something so sexual, at the way he somehow turned his own edges into your punishment.

You let yourself moan his name loudly as your head falls onto his chest.

“I want your cock, baby,” you mumble, feeling the stretch from his tip but craving the way his cock fills you up entirely.

“Can’t give you all of it,” he groans, pulling you up and down his cock slowly but never sliding in too deep. “Gonna cum if I do.”

“I want you to cum,” you whine before you can think about it. A part of you knows, remembers, that Seungmin wanted to try edging. A part of you understood that he wasn’t too confident in asking for it—even if you weren’t too sure why. And from your experience of being on the receiving end of such things, you feared your words probably weren’t helping him. Yet still, in this position, with his cock barely inside you and your walls fluttering around him in need, you didn’t know what else to say. Your brain was far too occupied by him to even think it through.

“You don’t get to decide, sweetheart,” he smiles at you, that scary smile he displays whenever he plans something slightly diabolical. “But maybe I’ll be nice if you beg for it.”

It was all a bit too familiar between the two of you; this kind of a game, and considering Seungmin’s earlier request it felt very counterproductive. But it was far beyond you to ignore his orders.

“Please, Seung,” you say, letting your weight fall ever so slightly, feeling more of him fill you up. “Please.”

“You’re better than that,” he shakes his head, pouting in slight disappointment. “You usually talk so much.”

“I want you inside me, Seung,”

“I am, though,” he flexes his stomach, his dick twitching against your walls—as if to emphasise his point.

“Deeper,” you beg, “I want you to fuck me so deep I can feel it in my tummy, please baby,”

His big hands clutch your hips, pushing you all the way down until your thighs are pressed together and he’s buried to the hilt.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you start chanting, “just like that.”

He drags you up, pulling you away from him before he slams your thighs together again. You moan his name repeatedly, all other words disappearing from your brain except yes and a few swear words.

It’s only after a particularly loud moan of yours that Seungmin yanks you away—panting as he gently places you beside him.

His eyes flutter shut, a blissful expression on his face as his dick jumps up and down once. It’s red, wet and leaking and you want so badly to see him cum.

But it was his decision to do this, and his word counts.

You can’t help the shiver running up your legs the more you replay the last few minutes in your head; the way he so roughly fucked into you, just to put you to the side once he got too close.

“You’re okay?” He asks, kissing your shoulder as he calms down.

“It feels…” you start, but the blush on your cheeks stops you. You aren’t sure if you’re brave enough to say what’s on your mind.

Seungmin hums softly, eyes slightly wider in question before he adds, “talk to me, bubs.”

“…like I’m your toy,” you say, barely audible.

“In a good way?” He asks, hesitant.

“Sooo good,” you all but moan.

Seungmin laughs at that, giggling as he pushes you on your back. He kisses your arms while he climbs on top of you, quickly sliding all the way in.

“You’re my little toy, bubs?” You clench around him at that, which causes both of you to groan. “Like being mine to fuck how I want?”

“Yes, yeah, fuck,” you moan, clinging onto his broad shoulders as he starts fucking you fast and hard.

“You’re mine to use how I want, yeah? So good baby, letting me edge with your cunt..” his words are sharp and controlled as he tries levelling his breathing enough to speak, but you almost can’t hear him over your deep moaning.

It’s only a few thrusts after that he pulls away, eyes squeezed shut before they open in complete concentration. He brings his hand to your clit, rubbing skilled circles before you cry out his name as your orgasm hits you.

He lets you breath for a few moments before he pulls you up onto his lap again, kissing you harshly.

It’s messy and desperate and wet and he groans as he pulls away.

“You’re so fucking hot when you cum,” and then he’s inside you again. He moans loudly, which isn’t what you’re used to. Seungmin is vocal, but never this much, and it makes you cum after three more seconds.

He stays completely still when he notices your walls clenching.

“Baby,” he says after a few more pants, “this feels so good. So so good, I fucking love this. I wanna keep going but I also wanna cum so fucking bad.”

You kiss his forehead lightly, soft hands on his cheek as you rub your thumb against his skin.

“I know, baby,” you try and ground him—recognising the brain fog and desperation he must be feeling. He’s seen you in this position before, put you in this position before, and having the roles reversed like this with him so clearly still calling the shots messes with your head in the best way possible.

“You’re so hot for this, you know?” You whisper against his collarbone, kissing softly.

“You’re so hot, too,” he confesses, “so warm and sexy and—“

You don’t think he notices, eyes still shut and mouth gaped, but he’s moving inside you in short shallow thrusts.

“—so fucking wet. Desperate for my cum, hmm?”

“So desperate,” you rock with him, meeting him halfway, “want you to cum all over me, baby. You’ve made me wait so long for it. I need it.”

He moans, noises loud and uncontrolled. When he opens his eyes you almost lose your mind. They’re so brown and beautiful.

“Waited so patiently, pretty. Been so good for me.” You nod quickly. “Such a good toy.”

“Your favourite toy?” You blink at him.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you so close until there isn’t one part of your skin his isn’t touching. Your noses bump together as the pair of you move together.

“My favourite,” he whispers, like that confession is a secret you have to keep. He kisses you softly. “My absolute favourite, bubs.”

He pulls you closer, which you weren’t aware was physically possible, and starts thrusting in deeper. Harder. Slow and deep until he lets out a loud strangled moan and you feel him twitching inside you.

He buries a hand in your hair; pulling you closer as he kisses you hard and deep. He can’t focus on it too long before he leans his forehead against your cheek, panting and swearing as it hits him. One of his hands grabs tightly on your hair while the other squeezes your back. You try and help him as much as you can, keeping up the pace of his thrusts, but he just keeps cumming and you can feel it spilling and slipping inside you and the sensation pushes you over the edge too.

The combination of his long-awaited orgasm and your own sends him spiralling, and before he knows it he feels it all happening again, cumming for a second time in the span of a few minutes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he lets out, voice going higher and higher until he’s completely silent. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting him bury his face in your chest as a second one rushes over him.

After a few moments, he uses your hair to guide your face towards his, peppering small kisses on your lips.

“You okay, pup?” You say, softly.

“That was fucking incredible. I never came so hard in my life,” he chuckles.

“I know,” you giggle, “I’m scared to get up.”

Some of it has already started to spill down both your thighs. You’ve never felt so much inside of you before.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pushes you closer to him with the hand on your back, “I’m not done.”

He buries his head in your collarbone, snuggling deeper into you—and you quickly adjust, bringing a hand to the top of his head to softly play with his hair. You stop only to plant a kiss in his hair and quickly get back to the task.

He pulls away enough to look at you, your current position allowing him the need to look up, his eyes big and so sweet as he smiles dumbly.

“Had fun?” You ask, softly, as to not disrupt the perfectly peaceful daze on his face.

“So much fun,” his full lips lean against yours softly.

“We can do it again, whenever you want,” you assure him. “That was all just…. yeah.”

Seungmin smiles at that, giggling softly as he nods. He didn’t need to explain much of his thoughts to you to feel understood, you just went with what he wanted and trusted him with it. As he trusts you.

“Hey, bubs?” He asks, letting you pepper a few more kisses on his cheeks before he nudges you for attention. “You really are my favourite.”

[myung-heee]

manipulation c.yj

kinktober: day 9 + manipulation

pairings: yeonjun x f!reader

warnings: manipulator!yeonjun x (kinda) innocent!reaader, manipulation, unprotected, (noncon at first), oral (f receiving), missionary

yeonjun is your closest friend since high school, both of you are complete opposites. he was popular, athletic, and had good grades, making him every girl's ideal type. Well, you can't blame them. yeonjun is a total package, embodying everything one could desire in a guy. he's like the living standard of a man.

both of you are quite close, and the reason why he was close to you and never broke your friendship remained a mystery to you and the other students around you. imagine being friends with the most idolized man on your campus while you consider yourself just a potato. however, yeonjun doesn't see you that way!! he views you as a cute potato.. (lol) he likes you as a woman, as a lady. he just hasn't found the right time to tell you

on the other hand, there's kai, your new friend who recently transferred to your class. initially, yeonjun didn't pay much attention; he would casually greet kai with a smile or a simple 'hi' whenever they crossed paths.

your friendship with kai seemed to flourish as yeonjun got busier with his basketball practices.

"let's hang out at my place," yeonjun approached you while you were sitting at your desk, copying the notes kai had lent you. you looked up at him and said shortly, "sorry, can't," before returning your attention to your notebook.

he raised a brow and asked, "can't? why? do you have something important coming up today?" he replied, "yeah, I'll be studying with kai," you said without even glancing at him. his expression faded, and he scoffed, "kai? the new guy, huh?"

"are you replacing me, y/n?" he asked. You looked up at him, trying to find a joke in his expression, but he seemed genuinely serious, gripping his towel, eyes fixed on you. "it's just one time.. i can always hang out with you, you know?" you explained. he sighed and looked away. "that's the point—just one time. this is the first time you don't want to hang out with me and choose someone you met just weeks ago?" his voice grew louder, drawing a few glances from your classmates. you sighed and looked around.

"jun, let's talk about this tomorrow. i have something to do," you said, showing him your notes. he just scoffed, wiped his face with the towel, and walked away. Before he could leave the classroom, he said, "i'll see you at the gate after class. i won't take no for an answer," and left.

your brows furrowed as you were about to say something, but the door had already closed. you sighed, put down your notes, and placed kai's notebook on his empty desk.

you told kai you weren't able to study with him tonight because something urgent came up. luckily for you, kai didn't actually mind it and told you that it was all fine.

you smiled at him. after class, you went to the gate right where yeonjun told you to. you saw him on his phone, a basketball on the side of his waist, and he had a towel hanging over his shoulder. you cleared your throat; he immediately looked in your direction and smiled, putting his phone in his pocket and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"i really thought you didn't want to be friends with me anymore," he chuckled. you looked down. he was your only close friend, so of course, you would choose him over anyone else.

you had been debating with yourself earlier about whether you would hang out with him or kai, then a thought came to your mind. yeonjun was a popular guy, yet he chose to be friends with you. you felt bad, so you thought that maybe you had to choose him too.

"well, you're my best friend... why wouldn't i hang out with you?" you smiled. he patted your head. "i am your only best friend, so you'll choose me over anyone, okay?" he whispered. you nodded.

"that's what i thought," he smiled. you looked at him, confused about what he meant, but you just brushed it off. as you arrived at his home, his parents were there, and you greeted them.

"we'll just study together," he said and guided you upstairs into his room.

as you entered his room, you immediately made your way into his desk. you put your bag on the table and sat on his gaming chair. his eyes were fixated on you. "do you really think we'll study?" he chuckled. you furrowed your brows and threw a glance at him. "wait, we won't?" you asked in a confused tone.

 

he put his towel on the doorknob before clicking the lock. "yeah.. we'll hang out, remember?" he smiles innocently. you looked over at the doorknob, confused about why he locked the door.

 

when he saw your doubting expression, he slightly scratched the back of his neck and looked at you. "i just wanna have some privacy, so i could make up for the time i should've been with you instead of my practices," he sighed. you slightly nodded. "it wasn't your fault though.. besides, we're best friends, it doesn't really matter. it's not like i am your girl or anything," you said quietly.

 

best friends. he smiled at that word.

"yeah, best friends," he replied. you smiled and stood up. "what should we do then? we aren't going to study, right?" you asked. "do you want to play games? multiplayer?" you continued.

 

he shook his head.

 

"there's, uh, thoughts in my mind that i want to ask out loud, but at the same time, i can't" he softly said. you tilted your head in confusion. "what is it? Tell me, I'm your friend," you smiled.

 

"yeah, that's why I can't tell you because you're just my friend," he sighed. you stared at him for seconds. not knowing what to say. "what.. should i do then?" you asked, his face lit up like a candle. smiling at your response as if it were the exact words he wanted to hear from you.

"are you sure you can do anything i'll ask?" he raised a brow, making his way towards you.

 

you slightly nodded; you trusted him. so why not?

"you know.. you've been spending a lot of time with kai, and it makes me.. jealous." he sighes. he stops walking. he's in front of you, towering over you. you looked up at his tall figure.

 

"you feel jealous?" you asked, confused. he nodded.

 

"yeah." he places his hands on your chin and looks at your eyes deeply. "i wonder if he's being this close to you." his voice sounds like it's hypnotising.

 

you immediately shook your head. "n-no.. he doesn't," you said. he chuckles. "he better be," he says, lowering his head. "you won't let him, right?" he whispers in your ears.

 

"no," you shortly said. "good girl," he said as he kissed your temple. "that's what i thought, hmm?" he smiled.

 

you nodded. with each second, you grew more desperate and needy for your best friend. all the signs of battling from your thoughts that he was just a friend disappeared. every word that leaves his mouth feels like music to your ears.

 

"i know you like me, y/n, so why don't you show how much you do?" he held your shoulders and sat you on the bed

"h-huh? right now?" you asked, confused. you held his arm and shook your head. "we can't.. your parents are downstairs." you whispered.

 

"let's just be quiet and quick," he said reassuringly. he gently kissed your neck down to your shoulders, your hands holding on to his shirt.

 

"wait—"

 

you said, stopping him from removing your shirt. halfway through it, he paused and looked at you. he can see that you were hesitant.. you were about to say something, but he cuts you. "don't you trust me? come on, y/n.. i'll take care of you. hmm? you'll love this," he confidently said, kissing your nose before completely removing your shirt.

 

he traces soft kisses on your shoulders, leaving soft marks. "trust me, okay?" he said softly. he cupped your clothed chest and massaged it softly before removing your bra. you blushed, feeling all shy and embarrassed.

 

"you're so pretty," he whispered, giving both of your chests equal attention, sucking and licking, leaving bite marks all over them.

 

he knelt on the bed and pushed you on the mattress, back touching the comfortable sheets. he rubbed his palm against your inner thighs. you're still wearing your denim shorts.

 

he was about to pull them down when you stopped him again, holding his arm. "wait—i don't think—" you were stopped when you met his eyes; his eyes are dark, staring into you. he seemed to be losing his patience now.

 

"don't act like you didn't do these with kai. Such a whore." his words hit like a brick as he pulled your shorts down. you rubbed your legs together, and you knew deep down that you didn't want this at all. but you can't do anything. you like him, and you trust him.

 

you bit your lips as you felt his finger rubbing your clothed sensitive spot. you've never felt this way before, not with your best friend.

 

you gasped when you felt him pull down your panty, revealing your wet core. he laughed softly when you covered your face embarrassingly.

 

"cute"

 

he said before completely diving into your wet entrance, covering your mouth to muffle your moans, the other hand gripping to his sheets.

 

"kids! dinner's ready!" your body froze as you heard his mom shout from downstairs. your brain is getting fuzzy. your eyes shut, you force yourself not to moan so hard.

 

"yeonjun," you moaned his name quietly, making him look up, his mouth still on your entrance. your eyes met, you could see how his jaws move up and down and the way he eats you out.

 

he groans, and he can tell that you're getting close. and he has a bad idea. as you were about to release, he removed his mouth from your core, your hips chasing his mouth. you whined at the sudden loss of pleasure. "junnie." you glanced at him, brows furrowed.

 

he chuckled at the view. he ran his fingers through his hair before lowering his sweatpants, just on his thigh. he took out his hard erection. you were about to say something but were stopped when you felt him rub his shaft against your wet pussy.

 

when he entered his shadt inside you, you couldn't help but whine. "hnggg!" you whine loud enough that both of you stopped at the same touch, eyes meeting with each other full of lust.

the surroundings were all quiet until you heard him chuckle, "keep quiet for me, y/n." he kissed your forehead and pushed himself deeper.

as he found his pace, he began thrusting fast enough that you could hear the bed creaking. your brows furrowed, hands on your mouth, and the other one is holding his arm.

you were so lost in pleasure, yet you remained conscious, forcing yourself not to release a sound.

"fuck. im near, fuck!" he groans. you shook your head. "please pull out," you said quietly.

the case is that he won't come unless you go first. he held it in and began thrusting harder and faster, hissing. "come on, cum for me," he said desperately.

you can feel yourself getting closer and closer until a wave of pleasure hits your body, making you moan out loud. yeonjun immediately covers your mouth and chuckles. "shh.. you're taking me so well," he says, still fucking you through your orgasm.

he closed his eyes and pulled out, exactly as his seed spurted out on your thigh.

[leeminho-hall]

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[yeoosaangg]

Everyday || Kinktober - Day 18

pairing ▸ lee haechan × f!reader

now playing ▸ everyday - ariana grande

⤷ ❝anytime, anywhere. baby boy, i can misbehave.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, established relationship, smut

warnings ▸ roleplay, slight degradation, fingering, throat fucking, gagging, car sex

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You curse yourself for going faster than the speed limit. But it's unfair that only you got pulled over when other cars were matching your speed.

All you wanted was to get home and spend the night with your boyfriend. You haven't seen him in a week, wearing his favorite lingerie underneath a black dress.

Officer: License and registration, miss.

You sigh, pulling out your credentials from the dashboard and hand it to the man who's flashlight blinds you from getting a good look at his face.

Officer: I'll be right back.

He walks back over to his car, surely looking up your information on his database.

You get a notification from your boyfriend, Donghyuck, asking about your whereabouts. You bite your bottom lip to contain a smirk and tell him the situation.

He's a bit worried about you getting pulled over, but he's sure you'll be fine. He sends multiple heart emojis before the officer comes back.

Officer: You realize how fast you were going, young lady?

Y/n: I'm very sorry, Officer...

Officer: Haechan.

You supress a giggle and nod.

Y/n: Officer Haechan. I was a little eager to get home to my boyfriend.

Haechan: Regardless of your destination, I'm going to have to write you a ticket.

Y/n: No, please don't! I won't be able to make the court date or pay the fine.

Haechan: You can't talk your way out of a ticket, miss.

You frown, looking down at your hands when you get an idea.

Y/n: Can I fuck my way out of it?

He looks at you incredulously.

Haechan: You can't be serious.

Y/n: Very serious.

He watches you close the window and climb to the back seat. You coax him inside your car as you slip your dress off of your body.

He looks around, finding no one in sight.

The streets were empty.

He opens the door to the car and quickly locks it behind himself.

Y/n: Go ahead, Officer Haechan. I'm all yours.

He parts your thighs, sliding his fingers up and down your folds through the thin fabric of your panties.

Haechan: What's your boyfriend gonna think, hm? Getting fucked by an officer before going home to him?

Y/n: What he won't know won't hurt him.

The man hovering above you chuckles while moving your panties to the side. He muses at how wet your pussy is for him.

Haechan: Such a filthy whore, aren't you?

You moan when two of his fingers glide into your welcoming cunt. He works you open, draining all the chaos that filled your brain.

He's shamelessly touching you, not caring if you're trying so hard to stay quiet at the risk of getting caught.

His fingers pump into you so fast, you moan into your hand. It has your eyes rolling back, toes curling, body trembling, and back arching off the backseat through your orgasm.

Y/n: Officer, please feed me your cock.

Haechan moans, licking his fingers clean. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough for his cock to spring free.

He sits you up, but you slouch down just enough for him to slap your face lightly with his leaking tip. He traces your lips before forcing his length down your throat.

Your eyes tear up, but you pliantly stay still as he thrusts his hips into your face. His balls slap the underside of your chin, so you play with them as best you can.

You start to gag around his dick, spit spilling from the sides of your mouth and down your chin. The feeling of you chocking on a moan has him spilling his cum down your throat.

He pulls away from your face to finally let you breathe. He rubs his thumbs on your cheeks, kissing you all over your face as you heavily breathe through your nose.

Haechan: God, miss. You're so fucking hot. Might have to steal you from your boyfriend.

It takes you a few tries to finally speak again.

Y/n: You gotta fuck me better than him if you want that to happen, Sir.

His lips twitch into a smug smirk, switching your positions so you're hovering over his cock.

Haechan: I'd rather watch you bounce on my dick.

You line him at your entrance and sit down, not caring if the stretch was painful. You just want him inside of you already.

Haechan: Oh, fuck. You're so tight.

Y/n: So big!

His hands massage your hips, sucking on your nipples as you adjust to his thick size.

You start moving, eliciting a pornographic moan from the man underneath you. He shoves his fingers into your mouth, musing at the way your eyes glaze over.

You bounce up and down, your pace getting faster and more desperate to cum again. His other hand finds your clit, making circles as you fuck yourself.

Your legs are starting to get tired, so he grabs your hips and slams up into you.

You don't care if it's quiet anymore, you just want him to continue fucking you all night long.

Y/n: Hyuck, it feels so fucking good.

Haechan: Who's that? Is that your boyfriend's name?

Shit, you slipped up.

Y/n: Yeah.

Haechan: Guess I gotta fuck you harder so you forget about him.

And he does.

You're gripping the seats for dear life as he abuses your cunt, cock stretching your gummy walls more than you thought possible.

Your body was so exhausted as another orgasm rips through you, the officer cumming deep inside your cunt. He stays inside you, kissing along your collarbone while you calm down.

Haechan: You okay, baby?

Y/n: I'm okay. I love you, Hyuckie.

He chuckles and pecks your lips a few times, stroking your shaking thighs.

Haechan: I love you, too.

Y/n: I messed up, didn't I?

Haechan: A little, but I found it adorable.

Y/n: I can't help it.

Haechan: It's okay, beautiful. I'm not mad at you.

Y/n: I know... It's just-

He shuts you up by kissing you on the lips. He pulls at your bottom lips before smiling at you.

Haechan: We'll get the hang of it. You did so good for me, sunshine.

Y/n: Can we go home now? I want you to fuck me in the comfort of our bedroom.

He giggles, rubbing your sides with gentle hands.

He's so in love with you, nothing could make him get mad at you. Not even if you accidentally call him by his real name during roleplay.

Haechan: Of course we can, sweetheart.

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a/n: haechan makes me feel weak in the knees and writing this did NOT help in keeping the delusions away... thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 3

Prompt: Hate Sex Pairing: Designer!Hyunjin x femCoder!Reader WC: 2260 Summary: Hyunjin wants one thing from you, stop calling him “pretty boy”, he can’t help he was born beautiful. This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Hyunjin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy. TW/CW under the cut.

Warnings: reader implied/is a bully, older reader (age gap not specified), name calling (”slut”, “dumbass”, “asshole”, creative insults around genitalia, gendered/misogynist insults), crying during (reader), PWOP, cum in mouth, unprotected intercourse. I’m also going to call out, sort of dubcon-y as most hate sex is.

 Pretty boy was not a compliment when you said it. Always laced with venom or a sneer. It was as though you’d branded Hyunjin as worthless with two words. Only good as a person to look at. Objectified and demeaned. Even he couldn’t deny that he was in fact a very pretty man. Long brown hair, full pouty lips, deep irises, with a slender yet muscular frame. Not exactly effeminate but not exactly masculine. A beautiful human no matter how you slice it. Which is why your nickname angered him so much.

 It wasn’t easy for you either. Years in the tech field had hardened you. It was a man’s world and you were used to the bro code that had been instilled in you from the early days of voice chat. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, bully or become the bullied. The tech sector was the same.

 Hyunjin wasn’t even in your cohort but you hated him from the moment you saw him. Fresh intern class filing into the large hall for their orientation. You’d hoped that he’d get eaten alive, the soft sensitive looking man thrown unceremoniously into the pool of piranhas. Instead he was gifted to the design department, a soft job for a soft kid. What was worse was his lack of coding knowledge, mostly having worked in print materials the world of internet and tech was foreign and frustrating. Worse still was that despite this he was good at his job, rising through the ranks to be your equal, forcing the two of you into the same project groups quarter after quarter. Any rank you could pull, you did, age included, and he seemed to take it.

 He hadn’t meant to follow you into the windowless supply closet. It just so happened both departments were in dire need of different items. Somehow you’d been conscripted into packaging fancy boxes for capital contributors and design had sent a large order to the floor’s printer with no paper nor ink to spare. The door opening startled you, locking eyes with him as you stare at each other for once devoid of the low boiling slurry of distaste and distrust. Quickly the moment snaps.  Returning to the status quo you sigh, “oh, just you, pretty boy.”  “Stop calling me pretty boy.” Hyunjin states simply. He doesn’t want to make it a huge fight, trying to assume only your best intentions. Part of him figured this would be the only private moment he’d ever have with you, so might as well make use of it.  “Why? It’s true.” You shrug, busy peering in drawers and boxes for your extra packaging supplies. “You’re a very pretty man who is younger than me. A boy. A pretty boy.”  “It’s dismissive. I’m more than that,” the tension strains his voice. “You know I’m more than that. I put in work, effort. I have a passion. Just because I can’t translate it to whatever arcane language you use doesn’t-”  “Listen pretty boy,” you stand up and sneer at him, eyes locked and narrowed. “If I could afford to be as lacking as you, I would. The world has taught you that all you need to do is the bare fucking minimum and doing anything more is considered a large effort. So, pretty boy, count your blessings if I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.”  Hyunjin sucks his teeth, a snort of disbelief escaping. “The only people who have ever called me pretty have either wanted to fuck me or be fucked by me so which one is it for you?” His eyes narrow and study you as he steps closer. Your pulse quickens, blood roiling. How dare this brat? How dare he challenge you.  “Neither,” you answer him with daggers in your eyes.  His lips twitch at the corners. “Are you sure about that? You’re barely breathing right now. I wonder if I stepped closer,” his voice trails off. “Or maybe brushed against you, by accident of course.”  “Even HR couldn’t mediate the amount of lawsuits I’d hit you with.” He’s right. You hold your breath as he gets even closer, just staring. You start to dodge around his side but his body blocks yours, shoulder sinking into his chest as he backs you against the shelves, forcing you to tilt your chin to look up at his face. The way your body so quickly betrayed you was concerning to all the ideals you’d upheld for years, tingling and burning endorphins flooding you with dizzying speed.

 Slowly he leans his torso forward almost nose to nose, hands holding onto the shelf and caging you in. “Bet you’ve just been waiting for someone to do this to you, slut.”  The sting comes before the sound, your hand crossing his cheek as swiftly as the word leaves his mouth. “Call me a slut again.”  “Slut.” He hisses, leaning into you. There isn’t quite the surprise to dull the pain of the hit this time, his body is ready for it as you wind up and slap him again. He half smiles, half smirks, tongue bit between his teeth.  “Fuck that’s hot,” your tone is hushed, almost reverent, a revelation as more for yourself than for him. Your lips and tongue clash and fight for dominance as he claims your mouth with his. It’s more a battle than a kiss, both of you unwilling to break first, chasing the other, gasping and groping like teenagers at each other's bodies.  He finally breaks, lips pink and puffy and shining with saliva. The clink of the metal buckle of his belt has you practically dripping. Forcefully he spins you and shoves you, face into the roughly coated cinder block wall.  “Gonna fuck you like the bitch you are.” He mutters, plosives laced with venom. You moan pathetically as his arm presses to your mid back.  “Give it your best shot pretty boy, this making your micropeen hard? Can’t get laid so you have to fight your way into a quick fuck?”  Hyunjin laughs, cackles, harshly grabbing your ass. “Could ask the same for you. Truly I can’t imagine anyone wanting to stick their dick anywhere near your cobweb cunt. Should I check? Should I check to see?”  “Go ahead dumbass, if you can even find it.” You hiss. “All talk no-”  A rip of your stockings and cool air hitting your soaked panties halts the verbal sparring match. Pushing your panties aside he sinks a finger into your hot core, gasping together. “Who’s all talk now? So soaked I slipped right in. Dumb needy hole trying to milk my finger. Gonna thaw you out ice princess.”  You hope he does. Dragging your torso down the wall, your back arches into him, pushing his single digit deeper, wiggling your hips. The swish of his pants crumpling to the floor  “I’m waiting, pretty boy, or is it already in and I just can’t feel it?” Your negging continues, heart fluttering in anticipation. Everything he does is just out of your range of vision, you have no idea what to expect. Even in your heavy petting you hadn’t grabbed for him.  Finger withdrawn he drags the head of his cock along your slit. Hyunjin knows what he’s about to do is mean, he’s felt how tight you are. For a second he considers properly prepping you, stretching you out nicely before abusing your hole. Poised at your entrance he grabs a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck, lips pressing to the shell of your ear. “Ready princess?”  “On you pretty boy,” you sneer in response.  The blunt pressure of his thick member ripping through your walls twists your stomach. Filling you in a single push, Hyunjin muffles your scream with his lips. It steals your breath as your body fights the intrusion. Your legs alternate kicking and shaking below you, suddenly happy to have Hyunjin’s weight pinning you up to the wall.

 “Dumb slut, do you want to get caught? Screaming like that you’ll let the whole company know you’re bending over like a bitch for me.” Hyunjin chides, holding still inside you. His harsh words soothed by his hands, gingerly fixing your hair to the opposite shoulder. Arms wrapping around your chest and waist he holds you close, face buried in your neck.  “Big right?” The soft words are muffled by your skin.  “Mhmphf.”  His teeth run over sensitive spots along your neck, sending you shivering and shuddering in his grasp. “Good right?”  “Yeeehsthhh!” You lisp and writhe.  “Embarrassing right? Getting run through by some kid like me. Gonna slut you out princess.”  Turning your head so you are nose to nose you growl, “shut up and fuck me, pretty boy.”  Hearing his nickname he laughs, blood boiling a bit harder, and unceremoniously pulls out. A pitiful whine escapes your lips with the loss of pressure in your gut. Before you can scold him again he pushes all the way to the hilt again, hearing the air catching in your throat from words lost to pleasure. Each thrust is slow and torturous, felt to the fullest by your walls hugging him in. Despite not working hard you pant like a cat in heat, overwhelmed by the ache of your cunt.  “Afraid you’re gonna cum first?” You jab between groans, frustration clouding your senses. He’s just too slow to build past the agonizing beginnings of your orgasm.  “‘M being kind, can’t have you passing out on me.”  “Bold of you.”  Sucking a small bruise into your neck he buries himself deeply inside of you. “If you insist.”  Instead of withdrawing again his hand skims down your belly to your mound, long thin fingers circling your clit. Each passing swipe coordinates with a shallow thrust, just enough to stimulate you inside and out. All you can do is take what he is giving you, body giving up to his ministrations.  “Shit I think-” you gasp and shake, “I’m gonna cum.”  “I bet you are.” Hyunjin sneers, “and who is to thank for that?”  “You. You are. You.” You burble.  “Who?” His grasp harshens, hips snapping harder.  “HYUNJIN. Fucking asshole. You. Hyunjin. Fuck.” You cum violently around him, walls of your sex baring down on him as a fresh wave of arousal coats the both of you. You cry out, fat tears welling in your eyes as overstimulation hits you like a train, moans turning to choked sobs as you try to catch your breath.  Both of you are sweaty, you shake. Hyunjin maneuvers the both of you to your knees on the ground, your body leaving a shine to the wall where it was pressed. He pulls his slacks under your arms to cushion what they could from the cement. “I made you cum, your turn.”  “Wha?”  His hand comes down hard on your ass, snapping you out of your lusty haze. “Fuck yourself on my cock.” The demanding and demeaning tone has your blood rushing even in your sensitive state. With a sniffle you start moving your hips back and forth, each slide making a grotesque sloppy slick sound. Hyunjin pushes back his sweat and hair from his brow, eyes locked to where he disappears inside of you. “Cunt looks good hugging my cock like this.”  If he’s all about visuals, you’ll be a feast for his eyes. You gorge yourself on him, taking your time like he did to you. Rolling your hips decadently and letting your greedy pussy work itself around him. Hyunjin tries to keep his hands from you, to make you do the work, to take a small petty revenge for the multitude of emails politely thrown back to him by you. He can’t, finally folding, grabbing fistfulls of ass and hips and thighs. He joins you, bent over and caging you again like an animal. Together, writhing as one, grunting as one, your chemistry has never worked better. But it can’t last forever, you can feel his thick muscle seizing inside of you, lower abs and thighs tensing against the cleft of your ass.  “Where,” chokes in a stuttered hurried whisper. “I’m gonna-”  Summoning strength you push up, righting the both of you, pulling him out. It’s the first good luck you’ve gotten of him, flushed red and sweaty and fucked out. He’s impressive for a skinny guy, thick and veiny and heavy in your hands as you continue to stroke him out of habit. Fingers covered in slick release precum flows freely from the tip. “Mouth. Hurry.”  Standing shakily he leans back into the wall, “gonna swallow like a good slut?” Holding the head of his dick to your tongue he pumps pointed down your throat. Your tongue flexes against the underside, massaging the ridge. Hyunjin can’t believe his eyes, you kneeling in front of him, defiantly staring him down as you wait for him to cum. Almost daring him to spill his load anywhere else. With an airy whine a globule of release hits your tongue, hot and bitter. Hyunjin’s hips kick forward, fucking his palm and the top of your tongue, pushing his cum deeper into your throat and making you gag. “Shit,” he hisses as you gag again, another string shooting directly into your throat. Palm to his hip you slide his cock further back, using it to force the bitter seed into your stomach. “Holy shit you’re really-god your throat-that-keep that.”  Gulping the last down you pull from him grimacing and wiping your face. “Two words; pineapple juice, pretty boy.”  “That’s four.”

I always get carried away lmao. This is definitely towards the rougher end of my comfort zone with characters. I can’t help be aware of the fact that some people do take fanfic as a guide to what to expect or hope for with their relationships so it’s a little difficult for me to push that to the back of my mind.

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 31

Aftercare - Hanbin

!dom Hanbin

Hanbin had been extremely rough tonight. You liked that, you definitely did, but it wasn’t something that you were used to. He had thrown you around, forced you down, spanked and choked you. He had degraded, objectified, and used you for his own pleasure. Your hair was almost torn from your scalp when he gripped to it, forcing his cock down your throat as he fucked into your mouth. You were battered, bruised, all consensually of course, totally destroyed in a way that you never had been before. Your mind was blank, your body broken, when Hanbin finally released for you, streams of cum shooting from his cock to cover your already dirty body.

“Come here,” He urges you, helping you sit up, “You did so well, my love.” You lean on him for support, resting your head on his chest, right next to the tattoos there, unable to hold yourself up. He caresses your arm before moving upwards to gently touch your neck. You hiss as he touches the raw skin, so sensitive and sore from him choking you out, you swear there was a point there where you lost consciousness completely, and Hanbin pulls back, his brows furrowed with worry.

“I went really hard on you, didn’t I?” He asks rhetorically, tilting his head to inspect the fingermarks on your skin, “You’re so brave.”

As harsh as he was during, he makes up for that afterwards. He is so soft and sweet to you now, wanting to assure and reassure you that he cares and loves and respects and cherishes you, and would never want you to think differently. He gently massages your neck, despite your whimpers and cries, you know that this will help clear your airways and soothe the muscle pain that you undoubtedly will get anyway, at least this will lessen it. 

“I’m okay,” You mumble, although you’re not quite sure if you are, still shaking every time he touches you, “I’ll be okay.” Hanbin gently turns your face towards him so that he can press a soft kiss to your lips, cupping your cheek to keep you still, a subtle attempt to calm your racing heart as he wipes away the stray tears that fall, “I love you,” He confesses for the millionth time, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” You reply easily, using the little strength that you have left to hold him too, arms over his shoulders and hands clasped behind his neck, “I’ll always love you.”

Before you can protest, Hanbin pulls you onto his lap and shuffles the both of you over to the edge of the bed. There he stands, easily carrying you in his arms, he is so strong, no wonder it is so easy for him to throw you around the way that he did while he fucked you, he takes you out of the bedroom and walks in the direction of the bathroom.

“I should treat you,” Hanbin explains his purpose, “Would you let me run you a bath?”

If your cheeks weren’t already red from him slapping you across the face, they would be red right now, blood flowing to them and causing you to blush. It is overwhelming, the contrast between the hard dominant man that Hanbin was when he fucked you, to the soft, giving, angelic man that he is outside of that space. You wouldn’t change it for the world, the contrast is something that you love so much, appreciating and obsessed with both sides of Hanbin, thankful that you get to see and experience them both.

“I’d love that,” You nod at him, “Thank you, Bin-ah.”

Hanbin smiles at you, showing off his pretty cat-whisker dimples as he places you down onto the bath mat so that he can start preparing the tub for you. He pours in a healthy amount of bubble mixture as the water runs, steam forming in the air as the bath fills up. Soon he helps you up onto your feet, holding your hands to keep you steady as you step in. The water is hot, but not scalding, exactly what you need to relax your mind and your muscles, slowly sinking down into the warmth, humming contentedly as you get comfortable.

You feel yourself beginning to drift off, the sweet lavender aroma of the bath oil relaxing you as Hanbin helps to wash your hair, continuing to be gentle and slow so that you are alert to his movements and can prepare yourself for them too. He continues also to praise you, to pay attention to your body and how your breathing goes from staggered to slow. Hanbin makes sure that you feel supported, helping you hold the glass of water that he got for you so that you could replace some of your lost hydration. He feeds you strawberries, your favourite, to give you the sugar rush you need to bring back enough of your energy to get yourself out of the bath when the water starts to cool.

“Let me dry you,” Hanbin insists, much to your protests, exaggerated, you really did want him to do this, “That’s better, love, thank you.”

Once you are dry, Hanbin lathers your clean skin in lotion, massaging it in slowly to make sure that it all absorbs. He leaves you in the bathroom while your skin dries, leaning back against the counter as you start to tire again. He returns to you less than ten minutes later with an earnest smile on his face, “Come with me,” He offers, “You need to rest now.”

You return to the bedroom to see that Hanbin has changed the bedsheets, wow, he did that so fast, and has laid out a fresh set of pyjamas for you to wear. He helps you into them, it is so hard to walk, to stand, god, tomorrow will be agony, and then lifts up the quilt for you to crawl into bed. He tucks you in before walking around to the other side where he joins you, making room for you as he rolls onto his side, patting the mattress to urge you closer.

“Rest now, baby,” He murmurs, pressing another kiss to your temple, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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[jongbross]

kinktober: dirty talk (park chanyeol x reader)

pairing: park chanyeol x reader word count: 😃 genre: smutty warnings: description of sexual activities, dirty talk, car sex, dry humping, p in v, swearing, chanyeol uses the word "pussy" but reader's gender isn't specified. a/n: i'm really tired, i hope this doesn't suck 😭

“come here", chanyeol said, pushing back his driver seat to the limit, giving him a lot of space inside his mercedes benz.

he softly grabbed your arm, pulling you from the passenger seat to his lap. he adjusted you on top of him, spreading his legs a little bit wider so you could feel his growing bulge.

chanyeol licked his lips, his big hands, long fingers holding you in place. even though you were on top, you knew he was the one in charge.

"look at you", he said in a low tone. "you're gonna let me fuck you inside my car again?"

your ears burned, but you still nodded in response. chanyeol chuckled, pressing your core against his clothed member.

"move", he demanded, and gasped when he felt the first movement of your hips. "fuck, like that..."

he threw his head back, hitting the headrest. chanyeol really wanted to close his eyes and just enjoy the good - but still not enough - feeling of having you turn him on, making him harder, but he knew he could never miss the sight of you on top of him.

"shit, baby, i love when you do this", he moaned. "can you feel how hard i'm getting? it's all because of you."

you moaned at his words. "yeol, please..."

"what?"

"let me take off your pants."

"oh, you want that already?", he laughed. "we've barely started, baby. you already want my dick deep inside you? um?"

again, you nodded. chanyeol gave you the sign, and in a matter of a minute, his pants were pushed down around his ankles, while yours were thrown to the backseat.

you lost no time - chanyeol didn't even allow you to, but you quickly sank down on his member, finally being filled. you could worry he would tease you and call you desperate if it wasn't for the moan he let out.

"fuck, baby, you're so wet", chanyeol groaned, squeezing your hips. "you're always so wet, so ready for me."

as you started to bounce on top of him, chanyeol allowed his body to relax against his seat, watching the way you started to work for your climax.

"yeah, just like that", he praised when you clenched around him. "you're so tight but you take me so well, baby. you fit my dick like it was made just for you."

chanyeol always had his way with words - i mean, there's a reason why he's such a great lyricist. but that also extended to the bedroom (or the car, in this case).

"and you're mine too, right?", chanyeol said between heavy breaths. "this pussy is mine, only i can fuck you like this and get you moaning like a slut."

"fuck, yeol!", you moaned, just proving his point. "yes!"

chanyeol's hands caressed their way to your butt, holding in both hands and grabbing hard as you started to go faster.

"you're so ready to cum, right, baby? fuck... i can feel you clenching around me, so good. are you gonna cum all over my dick? is that what you like?", you nodded at his words, repeatedly mumbling 'yeah' as you felt a knot in your stomach. "then cum, baby, make a mess for me."

and so you did, with a loud scream of his name.

[qu0kkarambles]

Day 10 - Mark Lee

Authors note- day 10! Another super short one hope y’all enjoy. And if you have any requests please let me know!

Warnings - smut (minors dni), non-con, strangers sex, shower sex, fingering, unprotected sex.

The steam was thick as the hot water rolled down your back. Shampoo was lathered in your hair as you sang along to the music quietly playing from your phone, your voice drowned out by the water.

You didn’t hear the door open, didn’t see the steam quickly try and escape the room before being once again trapped. You didn’t even hear the sound of clothes dropping on the bathroom tiles as you sang along, blissfully unaware that you now had company.

You began rinsing the suds from your hair, eyes closed allowing for perfect cover for him to slip into the shower, his hand quickly finding your mouth as your lyrics became muddled.

‘Don’t speak’ he said, his voice low behind you, his other hand firm around your waist, preventing you from turning and seeing the man behind you. His grip was firm, bending you forward as he roamed his hand over your body.

With one hand still across your mouth, keeping you quiet, his other found your entrance, slowly teasing along your folds as he kissed along your neck. You could feel the bruises forming where his kisses were rougher, knowing you would be able to see the marks there in the morning.

His fingers entered you, your moans silenced by the hand over your mouth as you clenched around his digits. He was curling them, pulling every whine from your throat as he coaxed you to rock yourself back on his fingers.

The spray of the shower was hot on your back, the steam around you adding to the sensuality of the situation.

‘That’s it baby, just like that’ he said, pulling you back into him more. Before long, he pulled his fingers from you, shoving them deep into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his fingers, the feeling intoxicating as you sucked diligently.

He lined himself up, slowly filling you from behind as you moaned around his fingers, his length thick inside of you. ‘Fuck y/n, so tight princess’ he said, almost growling in your ear.

You couldn’t speak, barely managing to moan and whine around his fingers as he began to move, chasing his high as he thrust deep and fast into you. Your hands found the cool shower wall infront of you, holding yourself up as he increased his pace.

‘Fuck- I..’ it was all you could say before you came undone beneath him, your legs weakening as he continued his pace, showing no sign of slowing. You could feel yourself hedging into overstimulation, your knees buckling, your body held up only by the strength of his hold on you.

His hips began stuttering, his high close as he chased his relentless pace, soon filling you up with his release. His hips stilled, his grip firm on you still as he caught his breath. His fingers stayed in your mouth, your tongue limp beneath the weight of them.

Without warning, he pulled away from you, stepping from the shower, no words exchanged. With him gone, you washed yourself up, finishing in the shower before getting dry and dressed. As you stepped out of the bathroom, not a single person was in sight, your mystery man gone as quick as he appeared.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 3: mirror sex

stray kids 1.5k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Bang Chan NSFW

🖤 warnings: undernegotiated kink, implied consent, themes of negative body image🖤

🎂 happy bang chan day~

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Truly, these are the dangers of not pre-booking a place to stay.

Last-minute travel isn't usually your thing, but an unexpectedly long weekend means that there's finally time in your favorite guy's backbreaking schedule for a little getaway.

But last-minute travel, with no hotel booked, means love motels.

They're not as creepy as they sound, not usually dirty or weird. Inexpensive, yes, and usually a little older than the resorts and boutiques that most people prefer. They get a bad rap just because of the connotations, but like, people have sex in all kinds of hotels.

You think it's kind of cool, honestly. Homey, in a weird way.

The person at the front desk is a nice older lady, and she doesn't even blink as she asks if the two of you have any plans this weekend.

"Plans outside the room, I mean."

She winks. She's not subtle, but it's sweet.

And now, in the elevator, Chan is looking around in unmasked horror. Taking in the garish burgundy interior, the thinly-veiled adverts for sex workers taped to the walls.

"It's not that bad," you say.

"It'll be fine for two nights," Chan replies, sounding as if he doesn't believe that at all. "Anyway, we're only sleeping here. We'll have stuff to do."

"Oh, come on. We might as well put the place to its intended use."

Chan scoffs, as if the idea of using the sex motel for sex is ridiculous.

"As long as the room's clean, that's all I care about," you continue. "It's a hotel. Whatever."

"Whatever," Chan agrees tentatively.

He's still lying to himself, but he does relax a little.

When you get to your floor, things are extremely normal. Nondescript hotel decor, the faint smell of carpet cleaning solution and lemon furniture polish. Cleaner than other places you've stayed for far more money, honestly.

The room itself is at the end of the hall, which you like, for the privacy, even though there are only five or six rooms on the floor.

You let yourself into the room, and it's as clean and fresh as the rest of the hall. Again, about as good as it gets in terms of a cheap hotel.

"See?" you say.

Chan looks at you, clearly unimpressed.

"What? It's clean. I'll check for bedbugs, but other than that..."

He points upward.

There is a giant mirror stuck to the ceiling above the bed, but nowhere is perfect.

"Even that's clean," you joke.

The surface of the glass is spotless, no fingerprints and not even any dust that you can see from down here. Chan still looks unhappy. Cleanliness is obviously not his concern.

"Don't be a downer," you say.

"Why do people like that?" he grumbles.

You've set your bag down on the armchair in the corner of the room, rifling through it for your toiletries to set out in the bathroom, but you humor him without looking. "Like what?"

"The mirrors."

"In the room?" you glance at him. "Isn't that, like, the sex motel cliche? The heart shaped bed, the red lights, the mirrors?"

This room only has one of the above. Pretty tame.

"It just means you have to - I mean, you can already see your partner, why would you need-"

"You're really thinking about this," you interrupt.

He is. He really is, standing beside the bed and staring up at his own reflection pensively.

"It's so you can see yourself," you add, walking past with your armload of cosmetics.

From in the bathroom, you hear his answer, still pouty.

"Why would I wanna do that?"

Oh, here we go.

"Some people get off on it," you say.

He scoffs a laugh, humorless. You're being generous by not calling him out, here, because he's being self-deprecating. You hate that.

"I'm gonna terrify myself in the middle of the night," he says.

That might be true. He's a little bit of a scaredy-cat. But that's beside the point.

"That's not your actual problem, though," you reply, as you come back into the room proper.

He shrugs.

"Haven't you ever been curious?" you ask.

"About what I look like?" he shoots back, glancing back up at the mirror. "Done. Wow."

"I mean during."

Immediately, like flipping a switch, his ears flame pink. "Not really."

"No? Never?"

He looks at you pointedly. He knows what you're doing. You're not subtle, so that's fine.

"We should find out," you say, grinning.

It's a challenge, now.

Your gorgeous, gorgeous boy hates how he looks. That's common knowledge for anyone who's tried to get him to take a photo together, or shop for clothes, or compliment him on a new haircut. Most of your mutual friends just ignore it. But sometimes you just can't stand it.

He would never be the type to want to see himself in the mirror in the throes of passion, uninhibited. Which is exactly why he needs to give it a try.

"How easy do you think I am?" he accuses, correctly.

"I dunno." Instead of bothering him more, you flop down onto the bed yourself, feet still on the floor, staring up at your reflection. "You tell me."

The bait is laid, and like always, his insatiable ass can't help it. You two haven't had proper alone time in what feels like forever. He nudges between your knees, standing over you as you lay there on your back. You already like the look of the scene in the mirror, the way that his reflected form looms, the way it makes you look small.

"You know," Chan says, "We could put this place to its intended use."

You grin at your own words recycled. Great minds and all that.

"What an idea."

"Just an idea," he assures you.

He drops onto his knees, nudging you up the mattress to make room for himself.

You almost lose track of your own plan, once he kisses you. Hands roam, clothes are lost, the ease and comfort of something you've done so many times. For a while, it's just an encounter like all the others. His hands that know you, his warmth and presence and attention.

And then you remember, suddenly, once you're nude and he is too, and he's asking you how you want it.

"You on your back," you say, trying not to smile at your own ingeniousness and reveal the plan.

"You got it, baby."

He flips over, and he's settled fully into the pillows with you halfway onto his lap before he looks up. He looks up at the ceiling, and he realizes.

"Wait-"

"Gotcha," you smirk, settling fully on top of him.

He could very easily just knock you over and change things up, or he could ask you to stop, and of course, you would. But he doesn't. He just flushes, red again down his ears, his neck, and he covers his face with his hands.

"That's not gonna work," you say, peeling his fingers away from his eyes.

"I can't believe you tricked me," he says pitifully.

"I did no such thing," you reply. "But now that we're here, why don't we play a game?"

"Something tells me I won't like this game."

"Here's the rules," you say.

You pause long enough to rise onto your knees, to seek out his length - desperately hard, revealing that you haven't freaked him out too badly - and line him up.

"I'm gonna make us feel good. And you...have to look."

Chan pouts, putting his full lips to good use. "I'd rather look at you. Don't you want me to look at you?"

He punctuates it by running his hands up your back, hips to shoulder blades, soothing attention from gentle fingertips.

"I think you should look at yourself," you tell him.

"But-"

"Actually, no. I think you have to look at yourself," you decide.

He peeks upward. His flush deepens.

You're not sure why he doesn't like what he sees. From where you are, it's stunning. His slim body lines, the sharp cut of his face and his dark eyes against the bleached-white hotel sheets. Distractibly, biteably pink and embarrassed.

"If you don't look at yourself," you add, dropping your hips just enough so that he can feel you, "I'll stop."

He looks overdramatically betrayed, like a dog when you take their toy away to throw it. It's cute enough that you reach down to squeeze his face in your hand.

"That's the game," you say.

"Fine."

His voice is an embarrassed squeak, but that's consent, baby. You trust him enough to know that although he hates losing, he's not going to yes you to death if things are actually feeling uncool.

Permission granted, and his eyes dutifully trained on the ceiling, you ease yourself down onto his waiting length.

Curiously, once you're seated and he's swearing through his teeth, you tilt your head up to look at yourself, too. The angle isn't as good to see you, but you've got the gist of it. Your spread thighs, your arched back, the little bit of motion as you grind on top of him.

Nice.

"Don't we look good?" you ask, sweet as can be.

He nods against the pillow. "You look-"

"Not me," you tut. "You're not supposed to be looking at me."

Chan swears. You wait.

"I...I look..."

After a second, he swallows, and squeezes his eyes shut.

Pity.

You pull back up onto your knees. His wet cock slips free.

"I told you the rules. Keep looking at you."

[beomqu]

day seven of KINKTOBER → mirror sex

w/ yeonjun

warnings! : pet names, light choking, light spanking

"Open your eyes, Darling." Yeonjun said from behind you, holding your face to the side with his big hand. You weakly opened your eyes and looked ahead of you, watching in the mirror as Yeonjun's hand reached forward, and slipped between your legs. "Fuck." you said as his cold fingertips touched your clit, rubbing it softly right after. His dick was deeply buried into you, cock warming himself while playing with you. "How does that feel, Princess?" he slipped his fingers around your clit, massaging it. "Tell me." he smirked against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, then looked up to admire your expressions in the mirror.

"So good, Yeonjun." you answered before he could speak again, quick with your words to place your focus back on his fingers. He chuckled as he fastened his pace, also starting to rock his hips inside you. "Fuck, too much." your hand was quick to grab into Yeonjun, not being able to handle so much. "It's okay. You can take it." you whispered into your ears, holding your waist with his left arm, as his right hand continued to pleasure you.

You couldn't close your eyes anymore. Watching everything in front of you in the mirror made you more aroused each moment that passed. Watching Yeonjun play around with your body for the past half hour, getting you on the edge multiple times, but he didn't let you cum, not yet. You watched his hand intently, curious about what he was doing to you that felt so damn good. "You're so hot, Baby. Look at you!" he checked you out in the mirror, smiling while appreciating everything about you. "I want to fuck you until you pass out." he gripped your neck, choking you softly. "Please, fuck me harder." you pleaded, pushing your ass against him, feeling him deeper inside you. "As you wish."

His hand left your clit and bent you over on the bed. He placed both of his hands on your waist, and started pounding into you, hard from behind. "That's what you wanted, yeah?"  you nodded your head quickly, seeing his reflection in the mirror watching your face for your reaction. "I'm gonna cum." you whined out, feeling like this for the fouth time today. "You can, Baby." he said, not slowing his pace. "Keep going, fuck..." with one final push you came all over Yeonjun's dick, burying your head into the bed, screaming from the pleasure. Yeonjun spanked you ass before pulling out of you and placing a kiss on your bare back.

"The mirror was a great idea." you said while laying on his chest. "I knew you would like it." he kissed your forehead, hugging you closer. "I loved seeing everything." you explained, smiling at the thoughts of what happened earlier. "And i love you."

[yeoosaangg]

Talking Body || Kinktober - Day 29

pairing ▸ choi soobin × f!reader

now playing ▸ talking body - tove lo

⤷ ❝if you love me right, we fuck for life.❞

genre ▸ college au, established relationship, smut

warnings ▸ somnophilia, choking, unprotected sex

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Even though you've communicated with him before and gave your consent, Soobin was hesitant in touching you while you sleep.

He woke up before you for once, his hard cock pressed against your ass.

You were in deep sleep, not waking up even if he shook you.

He sighs in frustration, palming himself as he remembers how your mouth feels on his cock. He gives up, finding it painful to hold back.

Soobin hastily takes off his boxers, letting his tip smack against the curve of your ass. He pulls off your panties, rubbing his cock along your folds.

He could just cum from how good your ass feels on him.

He positions himself on top of you, legs pressed against your chest. He bites his bottom lip at seeing your sleeping face. So soft and innocent.

You may be asleep, but your cunt wasn't. The wet slick was glistening up at him, waiting for him to fuck you.

He whines when he slaps the tip of his cock against your clit, gliding along your folds. His fingers tingled when he grips onto your thighs harder.

Soobin: Such a good girl for me, even in your sleep.

He's panting in your ear, cock not even inside you yet. He honestly feels like you've gotten wetter now than when you're awake.

It's driving him insane.

Soobin aligns his cock to your hole and slowly pushes inside. He watches your face scrunch in your sleep at what probably feels like a familiar pressure.

That idea has his cock twitching halfway inside your dripping cunt.

He moans in relief when he bottoms out, slowly yet roughly stroking his dick inside your gummy walls. He can feel your thighs tightening at the feeling of pleasure his cock brings you.

His right hand comes up to wrap around your throat while the other settles right next to your head. He pins you down into a mating press, hips slamming against your ass.

You slowly wake up, not registering what was happening until his soft voice shushes you.

Soobin: Go back to sleep, baby. I'm just taking care of myself.

You hum, relaxing into the mattress. The sleep was truly kicking your ass since light snores filled the room almost instantly.

Soobin moans against your ear, not being able to control the spurts of cum from painting your walls. He pulls out to admire his cum leaking out of your pussy.

The delicious sight has him licking his lips before diving down to clean you up.

He fixes his boxers, going back to cuddling you.

A loud knocking sounds at his door.

Yeonjun: Next time you fuck your girlfriend, please warn a guy.

Shit.

Soobin forgot about his roommate.

Yeonjun: I'm off to class. You're making dinner tonight.

Soobin: Fine, just go.

He groans, pulling you close to his chest.

He can skip out on classes for one day.

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a/n: i think i need new glasses cuz my vision was absolutely horrible while writing this. i'll just proofread everything after all the fics get published. thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 8

Prompt: Breeding Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader WC: 900 Summary: PWOP. It is what it says on the label This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Hongjoong or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. TW/CW Under the cut!

TW/CW: Unprotected, pregnancy talk, called “honey” and “little cumslut”, Hongjoong is needy, so is reader.

 Once he started he couldn’t stop, It took one time cumming as deeply as possible in your hole to convince him this was always the way to do it. It became an obsession, a project. Sex turning from one and done into a multi stage marathon. No longer was he worried about cumming early, in fact that way he could just fill you more. Pushing his own seed deeper into your womb as he fucks you again. He’d all but stopped masturbating, even during long tours, saving up his release for when you met again.

 Chest pressed into the mattress, hips held high about for him to pound into he jolts and jitters as his own seed spills around him and onto your legs. The first round of the night, a big one. They’ll only get smaller, more painful even as he continues. Because he will continue.  “I think it’s gonna take this time,” starry eyed you mutter. The possibility of it actually happening was nearly zero thanks to your implant. Still you say it with conviction because it pleases him.  “Everyone will know you’re mine then. No more hiding. I’ll dress you in the finest clothes and show off my work to the world.” Another spurt of cum forces it way into you as he thinks about your stomach, swollen with child. His child. Tits fat with milk. Taking you to art galleries and displaying you alongside his other accomplishments. He pulls the two of you to the side, leaving his cock soaking in the mixture of fluids, rehardening slowly before ever going fully soft.  His arm snakes over you, cupping your breast, rocking ever so slightly to bury himself again without disturbing you. His thumb absentmindedly plays with your hardened nipple, dragging it down and letting it spring back to place.  “Sleepy.” Your scoot back to his chest, nose pressing into your hair. “I like.”  “I know you do, honey. I know you like feeling full. I promise I’ll keep you nice and full.” His lips press against your hair, inhaling the scent of skin and shampoo. “Gonna fuck you all night if I have to.”  You moan, his base needy nature on full display. When he holds you like this it’s impossible to feel unloved, unwanted, alone. When he’s rutting into you, promising the moon, you feel safe. It’s easy to fall in and out of blissful sleep, eyelids heavy with pleasure. The persistent targeted drag against your gspot serves to keep you vaguely present as fireworks spark and fizzle.

 Hongjoong can feel your body slacken and tense in his arms as you drift between conscious states. “I should let you go to sleep,” he almost sounds repentant. Truly he feels a little guilty, knowing how hard he’d pounded into you previously. A good climax was better than any melatonin or cbd gummy to get you into a hazy dreamlike headspace.  “Don’t let me, wanna cum again,” you whine. You’re always whinier when you are tired, after your first round. Hongjoong knows this. He knows round two is not the time for hair pulling, snarling, fuck-you-dumb, crass kind of sex. Even though you both like it. Round two is for exactly this; hazy, needy, sloppy, whiny sex.  “Oh Honey,” he coos, “need more before bed? My little cumslut needs more?”  You toss your top leg forward onto the mattress, opening yourself up for easier access which he eagerly takes. Abandoning your breast in favor of carefully rubbing circles around your clit, Hongjoong groans. He can feel your walls tightening with your stomach, anticipating the next wave. “More, more,” you beg and plead, “want more.”  “Even when you’re all fucked out your walls are milking me dry,” Hongjoong sounds deliriously happy. Your cunt is sloppy with release, slick slap of his balls against your skin is proof enough of his handiwork. “Wet little pussy, working me so well. So good for me.” He tugs at you, rolling with you on top of him, using the full force of his thighs to fuck up into you, deeper and deeper. “I’ll give you as much as you can take.”  Through the haze of your orgasm you can feel the twitch of his dick, lodged as deep as he can go. Spurts of release force remnants of round one from you, a white ring forming at the base of his cock.  “Thank you,” you babble. Body shaking, possessed by pleasure. His pleasure. He enjoys every second of it, holding you tight as though he could absorb it. You can barely breathe, eyes rolling back. Your walls squeezing another dry, painful orgasm from him. The pain completes him, penance for using you, for wanting to own you like he does. You aren’t his but maybe just maybe if his cock is the only thing your cunt craves, you could be his.  Exhausted, both of you flinch and jitter, muscles activating randomly as your overstimulated nerves cool down. His member stays lodged inside, a poor stopper for your leaking hole. Another sign your night is not yet over.  “Is this all me,” Hongjoong asks, running a finger along the tight muscle of your pussy. “Going to have me dripping in your panties for weeks.” He can already feel the faint twitches of his rehardening. Lacing his fingers between yours you pull him close despite the slick and sweat.  “Again, just in case,” you giggle. “Just to be sure.”  “Of course honey, to be sure.”

Hated that I kind of had to be short and sweet with this but if all my kinktober fics are 2k+ words...well. TBH this particular kink is one of my favorites to write so trust it will be in others as well.

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 27

Aphrodisiacs - Yeosang

!dom Yeosang

Yeosang was smart, so much smarter than he gave on. He did research, as did you, science, natural remedies, plants that could alter your state, and his current fascination was with chemicals that increase your libido.

“Drink up,” He urges you, “I promise, it tastes good.”

You lift the cup to your mouth, the sweet aroma fills your nostrils as you let the liquid enter your mouth. Hot tea, herbal, a concoction created by the man sitting across from you who is consuming the same beverage. He was correct, it did taste good, warming your insides immediately. Yeosang reaches over to take your hand, staring at you lovingly at first… and then hungrily.

You were sceptical that a few herbs, leaves and spices could make you feel this way, but your cheeks warm up from not just the temperature, and that warmth continues downwards, tingling, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end, and alerting you to the source and centre of that heat.

“Come,” Yeosang murmurs, “Finish it.”

There was only a mouthful left, and you drink it quickly before placing the now empty cup down on the table. Yeosang squeezes your hand gently, feeling that same warmth, his eyes focus in on the way that you lick your lips to catch a stray droplet before he looks up at you again. It is exciting, partaking in his little experiments when they benefit you just as much as it does him.

“This was different to the last one,” You observe, “What should I expect?”

Yeosang chuckles, “Just feel it, my love… just let your body feel the way that it makes you.”

You follow Yeosang out of the dining room and barely make it a metre down the hall before you really begin to understand. Drawn to him more than usual, are you imagining this? Yeosang feels it too, turning you to face him with ease and stepping you back up against the wall with a fiery kiss, a warning of what is about to come. He is eager, dragging you down the hallway without pulling away, it is messy and desperate, each second apart is too long, he needs you and you need him now.

Finally reaching your bedroom, in an attempt to take control you pull him down on top of you, but not thinking it through, you have given him all of the power. With him hovering over you, your legs spread apart to give him space between them just so that you can wrap them around him, desperately trying to get him closer as if there were any space between you in the first place. Your hands slip under his shirt, needing it off him, needing to feel those perfectly sculpted muscles, a request which he happily obliges, only pulling back from the kiss for a moment to remove the clothing before he begins to work on yours. You don’t know which of you is more attracted, obsessed, and you swear you have never needed him like this before.

“Holy shit.”

It takes mere minutes to be fully undressed, you are already dripping, and Yeosang is rock hard, as he enters you without preparation, but you didn’t need it anyway. He fills you up, but again, this time it feels different. Increased pleasure, increased attraction, was this really all from a single cup of homemade herbal tea? You cry out his name as he pulls back to thrust into you again, letting your legs fall so that you can use your strength to lift yourself up and give him a better angle to fuck you in. Your back is arched and he reaches depths that he could not normally, his eyes roll back in his head and low moans leave him in harmony with yours of a much higher pitch.

“Good girl,” He praises you, “Do you believe me now?”

You weren’t really sceptical, you knew that there had to be some merit to the drink, and all the ingredients in it, maca root, ginseng, yin yang huo, what else was there again? but you had no idea that it would work so well. He fucks into you hard and fast, keeping you on edge for so long that you fear you are going to go crazy.

“Yes,” You nod enthusiastically, quickly remembering to answer him, “Yes, Yeosang, oh fuck, yes!”

The focus of his kisses soon move from your lips, to your jaw, and down your neck. They move back up, right to your ear, heavy breathing against it has your mind racing, vision blurring, you have got to be close. Your fingers tangle in his long black hair, soft to the touch, everything feels different now, in the best way possible. His skin is soft and smooth, muscles more… hard, veiny, and oh god, his cock, curved just a little, each thrust into you helps you up, up, up, and over… orgasming in his arms, so overwhelmed that you start to cry from the intensity of the pleasure. One orgasm leads to two, three, again you feel that nothing has ever felt this fucking good. You need him like oxygen, and you could go for hours if your body allowed it.

You are practically screaming when Yeosang finally pulls out, his hand racing to his cock to pump it only a few times before he releases, the force of his load so hard that it reaches your neck. Watching him while your own legs shake with the aftershocks of your high, mind still racing, body still reeling from the help that you had, it is too much, and you are already counting down for another round. You glance down at your body, stomach and chest slicked with his seed, and it makes your breath catch in your throat. Yeosang leans down to kiss you, not caring about the mess, just wanting to be with you, unable to be apart. It is hot, the hottest you have ever felt, not quite sure if you can find the words to describe it.

“I hope you kept that recipe,” You murmur in between a deep kiss, “I will definitely want us to drink that again.”

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[heerated]

COWORKER — 이희승 !

𓂃 ## kinktober day seven | THIGH RIDING. 🗯️⛓️

coworker!heeseung x f!reader g. smut

synopsis. imagine heeseung as your hot coworker at your small little office job. heeseung asks for your help with his computer when he sits you on his thigh and actually ends up helping you. warn! cursing, praising, “good girl” is used, “daddy” is used, public “sex” (no penetration), slight choking wc. 1.1k

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your fingers typed away at your keyboard as you organized appointments for customers that had called you that day. you heard a small knock on your cubicle before taking your eyes away from your computer screen and seeing the one and only, lee heeseung, standing in front of you.

you raised your eyebrows at him, turning your chair to face him. he stared down at the floor before letting out a cute chuckle. "sorry to bother, but i kind of need your help. my computer won’t turn on." "oh sure, i can help you," you responded to him in an almost unsure tone, confused as to why he was asking you for help.

it was lee heeseung, the top worker at your job, and he practically knew everything about every computer that’s ever been built already. you didn’t want to sound like a bitch and wave him off, so you just agreed to help him instead. you walked with heeseung back towards his cubicle, where his computer sat with a black screen.

heeseung sits down in his chair and scoots away from his desk to give you some space to look at his computer. you stared at him, shocked that he wouldn’t let you use the chair as you tried to see what was wrong with his computer. he quickly realized why you were staring and mentally facepalmed, "oh, i'm sorry. did you want to sit? my back has been hurting a lot lately, so you can sit on my lap if you’d like."

your eyes widened and you quickly turned away, ignoring the idea he just proposed to you. you leaned over in front of his desk to get a good look at his computer. heeseung had a perfect view of your ass through your tight pencil skirt, and he could feel himself getting hard through his pants. you heard heeseung scooting his chair once again, but you never expected him to be scooting closer to you, grabbing you by the waist, and placing you right on his clothed thigh.

you felt his body lean closer to yours as his breath hovered near your ear, "just so we’re both comfortable. you can continue, babe." your cheeks were a raging red that you tried so hard to shake off, but couldn’t. heeseung was aware and was smirking right behind you as you continued to look at his computer, attempting to find out why it wasn’t working.

you felt heeseung’s hands sweep around your waist, holding you down to prevent you from leaving his lap. you leaned over to the side of his computer, clicking the power button, and saw the screen instantly turn on. you furrowed your brows before yanking yourself off heeseung's thigh and saying, "your computer is perfectly fine. why did you need my help?"

heeseung rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed you by the waist, shoving you right back on his thigh but having you face him instead. "maybe i just wanted your company. is that a crime?" he asked you, bouncing his knee up and down, causing friction against your heat as he did so. you whined as his knee contributed to rub up against your pussy, trying your best to remove yourself from his lap again, but heeseung didn’t allow it.

"h-heeseung, please. i need to get back to work-" "have you ever done this before?" he asked you, shoving the sides of your skirt up to your waist and taking your hips to force you to grind yourself back and forth on his thigh. you covered your face with your hands and stared down at the large bulge in his crotch "do what?" "this, babe. have you ever rode someone’s thigh?" you shook your head no as you kept your face covered, which annoyed heeseung and he lifted his hands from your hips to remove them.

"i wanna see that pretty face while you get off on my thigh." his hands make their way back to your hips before beginning to guide you once again. the feeling of rubbing yourself up against his thigh was one of the best feelings you’ve ever experienced, and you became a moaning mess in the cubicle. eventually, heeseung didn’t even need to guide you, and you were grinding yourself up against his firm thigh all by yourself.

he ran his hand through the side of your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear before saying, "you’re such a good girl. riding daddy’s thigh at work. who would’ve thought?" "it feels so good, daddy. i don’t ever want to stop," you responded as you picked up the pace, riding his thigh to help you reach your orgasm faster. it was true, you didn’t want to leave this man’s thigh, but you were afraid of another worker walking in and catching the two of you, so you tried to hurry.

heeseung wanted to see your fucked-out face as you grinded up against his thigh forever, but he also knew the risks of taking too long. his left hand made its way around your neck, tightening his grip in a soft choke as you let out soft moans. his right hand landed back on your hips once again, guiding you faster and faster since he could tell you were close to reaching your high.

heeseung wasn’t even worried about him finishing himself. he was only interested in how beautiful you looked as you came undone from his thigh alone; you didn't even need his dick to orgasm. "you going to be the little good girl you are and cum all over my thigh? god, i can just imagine how much of a mess you’d be when taking my cock."

your legs started to shake as you held the upper part of his thigh for support, grinding back and forth as the knot in your stomach started to become tighter. your breathing was fast, and your grinding was becoming sloppier the closer you got to cumming. heeseung looked you right in your eyes and nodded his head, "that’s it. that’s my girl. keep riding my thigh and cum in your panties."

"oh fuck, hee. i’m cumming," you said, leaning your head back as you continued to grind on his thigh to help ride out your high. heeseung stared at you in awe as he watched you come undone. he could feel the stickiness in his underwear from all the pre-cum leaking out of the top of his cock, but he didn’t care. seeing you orgasm from his thigh was enough to satisfy and please him.

your breathing eventually came back to normal as you finally calmed down, slowly lifting yourself off of his thigh. a blush still remained on your face as you tucked your now-messy hair behind your ear and made your way to leave his cubicle. heeseung watched you with a smile as you walked out, thinking about all the things he’s going to do to you the next time he has you alone.

a/n: the way i’m actually kinda proud of this fic cause like… i’d do anything rn just to ride heeseung’s thigh.. especially coworker hee?!?! i hope you guys enjoy this just as much as i did writing it mwah 🤍

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[jongbross]

kinktober: thigh riding (kim jongin x reader)

pairing: kim jongin x reader word count: 417 genre: take a guess warnings: description of sexual activities, thigh riding, swearing, jongin being a menace to society a/n: i feel dirty (this ain't a complaint)

jongin moaned as he felt the first stroke of your hips against his bare thigh. he instinctively held your waist, pushing you down further and harder enough so he could feel how soaking wet you were through your panties.

"fuck...", you moaned, throwing your head back. it felt great, but that wasn't enough.

you put yourself up a little bit, just so you could push your panties aside, and then lowered yourself against his thigh again - the feeling of skin to skin feeling so, so much better.

"come on, baby", you heard jongin half groan, half whisper to you, when you didn't move. his hands were on your waist again, and he pushed you back and forth.

the sound both of you made was sinful.

you suddenly grabbed his shoulders for support, fingers tangling on his blue navy shirt. jongin looked at you and smirked at the sight: closed eyes, lips parted, neck shining covered with a thin layer of sweat. your hips didn't stop stroking his thigh since he set it off the action, and for the expression on your face, he knew you were feeling good.

the only sounds to be heard were your moans, jongin's heavy sighs, and the slippery noise of your wetness spreading on him, making it easier to slide back and forth on his now tensed up muscle. the friction felt so good, the way his hands held your waist for dear life felt so good.

he felt so good.

being your lover for such a long time now, jongin knew you; so it was easy for him to see that you were reaching your orgasm when your tug on his shirt got tighter and your movements sloppier.

"don't stop", jongin whispered, hands now taking control of your actions as you clearly couldn't think straight anymore. "keep going. that's it."

you moaned loudly when you felt your body tensing up. you buried your face on the crook of his neck, his amazing cologne mixed with the natural scent of his skin doing nothing to help you hold back your climax.

"let go, baby. cum for me."

"jongin..."

and with that, you came all over his thigh, his tanned skin covered in you.

jongin smiled, despite the growing pain he felt inside his underwear. he felt your body relax against his chest, breathing pace as messed up as your hair and clothes.

"mind helping me out too?", jongin asked you, just before you felt him guiding your hand to inside his boxers.