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jamjaemin · 6 months
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little princess — mark.lee
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summary ⋆ “my tongue wants to do naughty things to your princess' parts” is what mark texted when you send him those pictures at work.
pairing ⋆ bf!mark x fem!reader
warning ⋆ daddy kink, explicit smut, MINORS DNI, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, riding, squirting,  swearing, breeding, overstimulation, oral, cream pie, dirty talk.
wc⋆ 3.5k+
playing now ⋆ doja cat - hot pink sessions: streets
When you'd started this whole game this morning you never would have imagined it backfiring this badly on you. Now you were laid on the sofa inside of the tiny studio while Mark watched you from across the room, his eyes darkened as he tried to think of a punishment for you. Nothing seemed quite justified in his eyes.
"Show me how you touch yourself," He ordered as he licked his lip slowly. 
"Right here!? What if someone walks in and see me?” You knew he wasn't scared, you knew that it more than likely turned him on to know someone could walk in at any moment.
"Don't make me ask again. Do as you're told." He ordered making your throat dry...you have no choice but obeying him, running your hand slowly up and down your thigh, his eyes tracked onto your hand the entire time.
"Open your slutty thighs, dip your fingers into that tight cunt and show me how good you're for me." You whimpered a little, running your fingers across your pussy and pushing aside the thong you'd chosen to wear that morning. Paired with a short dress you'd text Mark a photo of that morning.
That was what had started all of this. A simple photo of you bending over in a mirror and exposing the underwear that was currently pushing against your clit and making you whimper. You'd been needy for him all week and nothing was getting his attention until that photo.
"If I were you, princess, I would start taking my orders seriously."
"what if someone came in?" You breathed again, looking at the door before you watched him closely. You didn't know what had gotten into u, you were so excited but scared at the same time.
"Come closer" He smirked as he moved his chair closer to the sofa, ripping the thin material away from your cunt and exposing it to him. You let out a gasp at the cold air that hit you, 
"So fucking wet," He mumbled as he ran his fingers against your clit, softly rubbing in slow circles as he kept his eyes on you the entire time.
"You know what happens when you disobey, don't you?" He asked as he continued to rub in small painfully slow rubs, he knew what got you going and it wasn't this.
"You're going to get punished, isn't that right?"
"Yes, daddy." You breathed out as he picked up the pace by a tiny fraction, your hips bucked up to try and gain more friction but he quickly pinned them down to the sofa.
"Not spanking though, that's too easy." The smirk dropped from your face as he began to rub a little faster,
"You're going to keep cumming until I fucking tell you to stop. Until you're nothing but a babbling little princess for daddy." You whimpered a little and hissed as he removed his fingers.
"Now make yourself come, let me watch." You swallowed the lump in your throat as you began to rub your clit softly.
"If you're good, maybe I'll eat out your pussy" Your eyes fluttered shut as you imagined him between your legs, imagining the way his tongue would feel against you so you dipped your fingers inside yourself. Moaning out as you continued to pump two fingers in and out of you, deciding to see how far you could push him.
"N-Not much of a punishment," He chuckled darkly as he kept his eyes on the way your fingers dipped inside of your little cunt.
"No? You're going to cum at least three times before I even let you get on my cock princess." You moaned louder as you continued to finger yourself, your pace getting faster at the mention of his words.
"Fuck yourself for me, that's a good girl." He chuckled as he bit down on his lip.
"Let me see those fingers inside of that greedy little cunt," You moaned out as you bucked up a little. Your pleasure coursing through you and beginning to heighten everything around you.
"Don't you dare fucking stop," He demanded when he saw your fingers slowing down. Whimpering you clenched around your fingers again, your pussy pulsing as you continued to fuck yourself with them.
"D-Daddy," You breathed out as you felt yourself getting closer, your hips moving up as you chased your impending orgasm.
"That's it, baby girl. Cum for me," He chuckled as he continued to watch you chase down your high. Your fingers worked in just the right ways until you screamed his name out.
"F-Fuck! Daddy!" You cried out as you wiggled beneath your touch, slowly pulling your fingers out from your pussy and giggling as you watched Mark's eyes on them the whole time.
"Suck your fingers," He ordered as you slowly pushed your fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean.
"Such a good girl. Undress for me." He ordered as you slowly got up from the sofa and began to strip out of the dress that you were wearing. Mark smiled as he palmed himself through his trousers.
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" You asked with a little disappointment in your voice at the fact that he hadn't rushed to come and fuck you yet.
"You're not getting this cock until you've come five times baby girl, two more to go." Your legs shook at the thought of it. Mark had never done this kind of thing with you before but you were more than ready for it.
"Tell me if its too much, okay princess?" He said, quickly dismissing the dominating side of him to make sure you were still okay with all of this.
"Yes daddy." You whispered out as he nodded his head, "Touch yourself again," He ordered as you began to run your fingers through your slickened folds, whimpering when he grabbed your hand and bought your fingers up to his lips. He began to slide his tongue through your fingers, swirling them over before he sucked them clean.
"Do you want daddy to eat that little pussy?" He questioned as you nodded at him.
"That'll have to wait, little princess, i want to make you cum all over my fingers first." He dragged you down onto the chair he was on, sitting you on his lap before positioning your feet to rest on the edge of the chair. You were completely exposed to the room and his gaze fixed on your cunt.
"Look at that, not even inside of you and fucking desperate"
"Mark, please!." You breathed out as his fingers slowly began to make their way up your thigh, tracing around your core but never giving you exactly what you craved from him.
"Tell me how badly you want me,” He chuckled deeply looking at your heated face as you felt his fingers getting dangerously close to where you wanted him but he continued to tease you. Your hips bucked and he slapped your clit harshly making you squeal.
“So fucking bad! All week!” You yelled out no longer caring if someone heard you, all you wanted was Mark's cock inside of you and you would do anything to get it. 
"Is that why you've been acting so slutty all week? Despite me telling you how busy I am?" His words came out through gritted teeth while his fingers began to rub your clit. The second his fingers came into contact with your clit you moaned out loudly and rolled your head back to rest on his shoulder. 
“Oh listen to that. You're so loud. It's like you want one of them to come and see you like this,” He laughed as his fingers began to circle your clit, your mouth hung open as you let out small gasps, he was always so skilled with what he needed to do to you.
“no i dont- ah!,” You panted as he continued to massage you with two fingers, a tremor travelling all over your body. You knew your mistake but Mark didn't seem to care as he slipped two fingers into you and you let out a low moan, trying to control your volume but can't anymore as you let yourself feel utterly lost to his touch. 
“F-Fuck Daddy,” You moaned out as he continued to pump two fingers into you. Using the heel of his hand to massage your clit,
“calling me daddy and wiggling around on my lap, is how you'll end up everytime you disobey me little princess. ” He growled as his fingers began to move at a faster pace, staring you directly in the eyes as he fucked you with his fingers. Your hips moved in time with his wrist and you moaned louder,
“I couldn't help it...I-I just needed you.” You cried out as he continued to pump, your pussy clenching around him greedily as he bite on his lower lip harder. He enjoyed the way you clenched around his fingers.
"You needed me?" He asked in a mocking tone as a dark look took over his face.
“Does my needy little princess not get fucked enough at home?" He laughed once again as you moved your head to watch as his fingers disappeared in and out of you with ease. You were in a complete daze of pleasure as he continued to move his fingers inside of you but all you could picture was him. How desperate you were to have his cock deep inside of you, to taste him, you just wanted Mark more than anything in the world. It was all that had played on your mind all week long, you didn't care how busy he was.
“Daddy,” Your voice shook as warned him that you could feel your orgasm fast approaching you, your nails digging into the arms of the chair as you cried his name out louder. 
"Cum. I want to feel how badly your cunt needs me." He whispered in your ear as you began to writhe around on his lap,
“Yes! Omg-yes!” You cried out as your head went light, eyes screwing tightly shut as Mark continued to push his fingers into you through your waves of pleasure, fucking you through your orgasm. It hit you so hard that it felt as though you were about to faint.
"On the sofa." He ordered as you nodded tiredly, your legs shaking as you made your way over to the sofa. You sat down with your feet on the edge, exposing yourself to him as he slowly sank down to his knees in front of you. 
"One to go, cmon i know you can do it"
"I've been good, please," You begged as he hooked your legs over his shoulders and looked at your pussy that was right in front of his face. Completely exposed to him as you panted desperately for him to do something. Anything. You needed more. 
"Give me one more princess," He chuckled deeply before licking through every fold, lapping up your arousal before beginning to swirl his tongue over your clit. You shuddered, jerking involuntarily but his grip tightened around you. Humming disapprovingly against your clit as you let out a strangled moan.
"Fucking behave," He ordered before taking your labia into his mouth and sucking on it as if he'd never tasted you before. The sounds flooding the room were like an aphrodisiac in and of itself as you moaned out beneath him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him moving over every inch of your sensitive flesh with precision.
"D-Daddy," You moaned out, your head starting to feel dizzy as you rolled it back against the sofa and rolled your hips up. His movements only got faster as he continued to eat you out against the sofa.
"Taste so fucking good" He growled out. His fingers massaged your clit as he looked up at you. The movements against your clit began to build and you were suddenly hit with an urge to move away from him.
"No escaping, you know your safe word princess," His mouth went to work on you again. Your movements became more erratic as you moaned out louder and louder. Your fingers tugged on the strands of his hair as you pushed him deeper against you.
"Daddy please," Your words were choked with panting as he rubbed you faster. His tongue pushed inside of you as you gasped out, wiggling as he continued to caress inside of you with his tongue.
"Please! please!" You screamed out as you trembled beneath him, waiting for some kind of permission to cum or you knew it would never end. 
He growled out as he looked up at you,"beg me while I make you cum," You nodded as he went back to work on you. Your orgasm was imminent, rushing toward you like a speeding car.
"Fuck! P-Please! Please! Please!" You screamed out as your pleasure become torture under his tongue. Your clit throbbed under his fingers and his tongue went so deep that you were spasming around him. 
"Ahnn!" your cries came out in small whimpers while you came down from your high.
"What a good girl," He chuckled as he began to kiss up to your lips, kissing you hungrily. You didn't care that you could taste yourself on his lips all you cared about was trying to get him inside of you.
"I need you," You whimpered, grinding yourself up against the shorts he was wearing but he pinned them down.
"Do you know how bad i want you, my little Princess?." He chuckled as he looked down at you. His hands were unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his hips.
"This is all for you," He breathed as your eyes stayed locked on his cock. He was so thick and hard you needed him inside of you, your pussy clenched around nothing.
"Please," You whispered as he slowly kicked off his shorts and sat beside you on the sofa, his hand fisting his cock as he locked eyes with you.
"I think you earnt my cock, don't you baby?" You nodded at him and practically raced to get onto his lap, smirking to yourself. Only your smirk got you into more trouble than you realised.
"You're going to ride me until you finished." He told you with a smirk, he knew exactly what he was doing when he said that to you.
"You know i can't" Your face fell at the mention of riding him into your orgasm. You'd never been good at it, you could always bring yourself close but never fully be able to cum along. Mark would always take over and fuck you,
"I give you what you've been begging for and you don't want it?." He shakes his head at you, tutting away at you in a disapproving tone,
"N-No I do, I just-"
"Too bad princess you're going to make yourself cum around me." He pushed you down onto him and let out a strangled moan at the tightness you were giving to him. 
"So fucking tight," He grunted as he held you down on him.
"Move." He ordered and you wasted no time, your pussy spasms around his length as you began to slowly raise your hips and let them fall. This was all you'd needed all week long. To feel him pumping in and out of you over and over again.
"D-Daddy!" You moaned out as your nails dug into his shoulders, your hips moving faster as you could feel your pleasure coursing through every inch of your skin. Mark moved his fingers and began to rub your already swollen clit. Your head threw back with a gasp as you continued to move against him. 
"Look at you," He praised, leaning forward and sucking on your breasts as you continued to ride him as if it was the last time he was ever going to give you his dick.
"Doing such a good job, I'm so proud of you little princess" Every word made your hips move faster as you stared at him, his cock nudging against your cervix as you cried out.
"You look so pretty riding my cock" Pleasure gathered at the base of your spine hearing his low voice and you couldn't hold back as your hips jerked forward. The feeling of his hand against your clit again sent you over the edge you didn't even realise you were at you. Panting heavier and faster your muscles become rigid and your thighs quivered as you tried to keep riding him through your high. 
"No! Shit!" The familiar sensation of everything getting too much came to you and before you could stop everything the coil in your stomach snapped and clear liquid gushed down below you. Coating all over his cock and thighs as you whimpered tiredly not moving and falling down against his chest.  
"squirting without permission little princess, hm?" Mark asked moving his hips at a rapid pace holding you tightly in his arms and he began to fuck into relentlessly. now as you chased down your 4th? 5th? Orgasm, everything starting to turn into a blur as he fucked into you. 
"S-Sorry! Sorry!" You panted out as he chuckled darkly, sucking harshly on your nipple as you clenched around him.
"You're not sorry, you enjoy being a dirty little princess for me." there was no use denying the truth to him, there was an extra roughness in his last thrust and you came all over again barely able to form words.
"On all fours," He warned you as he pulled out of you and watched as you slowly place your hands and knees on the couch and got into the position he wanted from you.
"You fucked dumb already?" You nodded as you looked behind you with hooded eyes.
"Just a little longer and daddy will fuck you full with his cum, okay?" That was all it took to perk you back up again. You didn't care if you were overly sensitive, you wanted him to cum. You needed it no matter how tired you were.
"Taking me like a good girl," He whispered and thrust deeply into you, making you look at yourself in the mirror inside of the studio,
"Look at how I'm fucking you," It was the first time you'd caught sight of yourself and you clenched around him. Your makeup was completely ruined from crying.
"Fuck, i missed you" He moaned out as he moved slowly and deeply inside of you so you could watch it all.
"Daddy." You moaned out watching the way his huge cock disappeared inside of your cunt, as he began to get rougher with his thrusts. Slamming in and out of you chasing his own high.
"You love it don't you? When I use this pretty fucking pussy all to myself?" You couldn't form words so you nodded your head. Your nails digging into the faux fur rug beneath you. 
“Use your words, Princess. Tell me how much you fucking love this," He ordered as he slapped against your ass roughly, your body jerking as you nodded your head.
“Love it! I love it so much,” you whimpered out. You barely even recognised your own voice, it was completely out of it gone of everything as you felt nothing but your overwhelming pleasure.
"Am I fucking your pretty little brains out?" He asked, not missing a beat of his thrusts. You nodded at him, no use trying to speak when you could barely form a sentence in your head.
"I want to feel you squeezing around my fucking cock, I want you to milk every drop of cum from me," He voiced in your ear as he continued to stuff you with his cock hard and fast until your inside's full of his warmth.
All night beating your pussy up then kiss it to say he's sorry.
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sluttyten · 1 year
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Teddy Bear
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Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist
Day Twenty-Three: Size Kink w/ Jeno
Words: 5,652
Summary: Jeno’s a muscular guy, you’re a short non-muscular girl. He thinks that’s adorable. You’re obsessed with how hot, big, and strong he is.
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You met Jeno at the gym.
You were trying something new, and that meant moving to Seoul to start a new life. You had a decent grasp on the language, had a strong interest in the culture, and when life gave you a reason to go explore more of the world than just your own little part of it, you’d taken the chance. 
Seoul was big and beautiful. There were new experiences to be had.
But the thing was that all of those things required money, so you went searching for a job and found one working as a cleaner at this gym. 
You were mostly there late at night in the off hours, though the gym was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, all year. You sanitized equipment, wiped down mirrors, laundered towels, all of the boring things. But it paid, the hours were flexible, you met interesting and attractive people, and you had the opportunity to improve your grasp of the language.
Jeno was a client, though not one that you encountered much in the beginning.
When you first began, he was coming in the early hours of the day. It was only several months into your time working there that you first met him. 
He was just back from being overseas (not that you knew it at the time), and re-adjusting to the time difference had Jeno full of energy at a late hour. Shortly after one o’clock in the morning, to be exact.
In that blurry time between Sunday night and Monday morning, there was no one using the gym. Even the one creepy regular old man that sometimes hung out at odd hours wasn’t there. It was just you, the night desk manager, and a bunch of rags as you wiped down and sanitized all the weights in the weightroom. For the moment, you were perfectly alone, humming along to the music playing quietly from your phone.
You didn’t hear Jeno come in at first. Only once you looked up in the mirror to your right after catching a glimmer of movement, did you actually notice him. He was at the other end of the room, minding his own business, so you decided to do the same, though you couldn’t help watching him from the corner of your eye. 
He was handsome. 
He worked out quietly, focused on just burning off his energy.
You finished wiping down the weights, but by this point, Jeno had begun grunting a bit as he worked out. Maybe you started over with wiping down the weights, spending more of your time watching him through your eyelashes than actually paying any attention to the weights in your hands. 
It was exactly your lack of attention that caused you to drop one of the weights, slipping through your fingers to crash loudly to the floor. With your foot right beneath it.
“Shit!” You cry out, dropping to the floor to cradle your throbbing foot.
You forget about the handsome man in that moment, your only thoughts for your foot and the worry that you may have broken it. 
But then he’s right there. So close to you as he moves the weight away from you, asking something in very rapid Korean that your pain-flooded brain can’t comprehend in the moment. Whether he realizes that you’re not understanding him or if he’s just concerned for you, he brushes your hands away.
Maybe you shouldn’t just sit back as a perfect stranger unties your shoelaces, as he pulls the shoe off your foot and peels the sock down. You probably shouldn’t let him touch your bare ankle with his surprisingly cool fingers, and him touching your foot to roll your ankle doesn’t necessarily seem like the most proper thing either.
When you hiss a little in pain, he looks up at you again. For a moment, you’re startled into silence.
He’s really handsome.
“Hi,” is the weak word that comes to mind, the first one from your lips. 
He smiles. “Hi. Are you okay?” 
You nod even though that’s not entirely true. You slip into Korean, now that your shock over the weight slamming into your foot has somewhat passed. “I’m fine. My foot hurts, but I’m alright. Thank you.”
His hand is still on your ankle, his gentle touch soothing the throbbing. “You might want to see a doctor, make sure your foot or ankle isn’t broken.” He looks away from you, back down to where his fingers rest, and he says, “You’re pretty small, what are you doing with heavy weights?”
He does sit your foot gently back down on the floor and he removes his hand from you, but he doesn’t move away. He just sits there, awaiting your answer.
You really shouldn’t be sitting here chatting with him. You have work to do, and you’re not sure that you wouldn’t get in trouble if the manager walked in and saw you talking with a patron. But, he’s charming with an easy smile and warm eyes, so you answer him and then you keep talking. Jeno is easy to talk to. 
Eventually you both have to get up. An early Monday morning patron comes in, heading right for one of the weight machines, and both you and Jeno take that as a sign to end the conversation. He checks with you that your foot and your ankle don’t hurt too badly; he waits while you stand up, ready to assist if need be. 
You’re short, so even once you’re standing, the top of your head comes just to his shoulder, and your face is level with his chest. You have to take a step back and still tilt your head back a little to look up at Jeno’s face.
He’s smiling as he says, “Be careful. I’m not always gonna be here every night to help you if you drop a weight.”
And although he says it, it doesn’t seem to be too true. 
Only a few nights later, you’re in a different area of the gym around the same hour as the last time you saw him, and there Jeno is again. He scans the room as he enters, and when he sees you, he waves. He just runs on a treadmill this time, and you conveniently find something to wipe down near it. Jeno strikes up a conversation, and as he takes a break midway through his treadmill jog, he sits down on a nearby bike machine so he’s at eye level with you.
It happens again a few nights after that. Jeno appears, he works out for a little bit, and then he allows himself to be distracted and to be distracting. Neither of you get too much done, instead spending a while chatting with each other. And then another few nights after that, and again and again.
Frequently, Jeno teases you about being short as he watches you struggle to clean a piece of equipment far above your head or when he catches sight of the two of you together in the mirror. 
“You’re so small!” He teases, slipping the cleaning rag from your hand, and he easily reaches up to clean the spot you’ve been struggling to reach. Or, “You’re adorably tiny,” he grins, laying a hand lightly on the top of your head while looking into your eyes in the mirror. 
“I’m not small! You’re just big, Jeno.” You whine, snatching the rag back one night when he does this. 
Jeno laughs, taking a step back to watch you resume your struggle. He folds his arms over his chest, observing you hopping up onto your tiptoes, arm outstretched to reach a splotchy spot high up on the mirror.
“Shouldn’t you be working out or something?” You pout, a little embarrassed and self-conscious about having him watch you hop uselessly. “Isn’t that why you have a membership here?”
“But you look so cute. I can’t just walk away.” He keeps watching, so you sink down onto your heels, turning to face him--more specifically, turning to face his arms crossed over his chest. They’re all you can really focus on when you look at him. The bulging muscles of his biceps are utterly distracting. He is big. Tall and muscular and you refuse to let your gaze dip lower down his body to the front of his shorts. 
A few nights ago you caught a glimpse when you turned away while he was teasing you about being so small. There’d been a bulge in the front of his shorts, and it had taken great strength and mental fortitude to not gawk at the shape of his dick in his shorts.
Tonight it’s taking even more of you to not look. 
You have to force your gaze up to his face, fighting the strong urge to look lower, struggling to not let your gaze stick on his arms either. 
“Jeno, I really think you should go. My manager was irritated the other night that I only got half the job done on time.” It’s a half lie. Your manager had noticed you’d only gotten part of the cleaning list done, but he was somewhat lazy and didn’t really care what got done. But you need to put some distance between you and Jeno tonight before you do something risky.
The way he cocks his head to the side right now and smiles at you helps nothing.
“Do you want me to go talk to him?” Jeno asks, and he pulls his arms from his chest only to hold them up on either side, somewhat obnoxiously flexing. “I’m not distracting you from cleaning. If anything, I’m helping.”
Now, that’s not true at all. He’s a big distraction and only a little help. 
“Jeno.” You reach out, pushing his arm down, but it doesn’t budge. He doesn’t look like you push his arm down even bothers him in the slightest. For a brief moment, the thought of arm-wrestling him and how badly you would lose flashes across your mind. You wouldn’t even stand a chance against him; your hand would be flat on the board as soon as the challenge began.
“Oh, alright,” Jeno crinkles his nose. He lowers his arms down to his sides, but your hand still rests lightly on his forearm. You don’t move your fingers away, and neither does he move away from your fingers. “I’ll go, but on one condition.”
“Hm?” You absentmindedly trace your fingers along one of the prominent veins in his forearm. 
When Jeno’s hand comes up to cover yours on his arm, you suddenly realize what you’re doing with a jolt. You start to pull your hand away, but he presses down, holding your hand against his arm.
“Let me take you on a date. Somewhere outside of this gym where we can talk without the smell of sweat lingering in the background.” Jeno smiles. His hand feels a little clammy against yours. Is he nervous right now? “Can I take you out to dinner?”
You nod at first, speechless, but soon you find your voice. “Yes, Jeno. Dinner sounds nice.” 
The dinner comes at last about a week later. 
Jeno’s only ever seen you before at the gym, so you’re nervous, worrying about what he’ll think when he sees you tonight. What if he expects you to be and look and dress totally different when you’re not wearing the uniform you wear to clean the gym? Of course, you’re going to look a bit more cleaned up, more refined for the date. You put on some makeup, some cute clothes, but what if Jeno’s expectations are still higher?
But of course he thinks you look beautiful. He compliments you several times throughout the date, can’t take his eyes off of you, and tells you again that you’re really pretty.
Afterwards when he’s walking with you down the street outside the restaurant, Jeno tentatively holds your hand. He starts out with his pinky finger rushing along the side of yours (electric), and then his fingers slip over your palm (like fire eating through you), and then he slides his fingers through yours, fingers overlapping the back of your hand (like devastation, it’s so simple).
You squeeze his hand right back, loving the way your hand feels so small in Jeno’s.
It’s just him holding your hand, but your heart pounds with it, and his palm is clammy again. You like to think that maybe Jeno is just as nervous as you are, just as exhilarated by your hand in his.
The date ends with a kiss, and you think it’s so silly that you’re head over heels for him, that you’ve got deeply sexual feelings for him, but just a chaste peck to your lips leaves your head spinning as Jeno walks away.
The next night he’s at the gym again, and he gives you your distance to work. He’s all flirtatious glances in the mirror, and teasing comments any time you come close to him. You’d come in early which means you get to leave early, and the moment that your shift ends, you’re clocking out and gravitating toward where Jeno’s finishing up his workout.
“Hi,” he says, eyes turning into half-moons as he smiles at you in the mirror. “I promise I’m almost done. I don’t mean to be a distraction.” He’s teasing, but actually it’s a rather serious issue how much he distracts you.
“It’s fine. I’m not working now, I just clocked out.” You sit down, folding your legs in front of you, resting your elbows on your knees as you watch him. “Now you can be as distracting as you like.”
Jeno laughs. “So you’re just going to watch me?”
You nod. You like looking at him, can he blame you?
Again, there’s no one around tonight. Even the night manager is slacking off, asleep at the front desk. It’s just you and Jeno, you watching him as he does some pull-ups shirtless.
You can’t help ogling him a bit, but you can tell he likes it, that he’s showing off a bit. His abs flex, his arms strain, and all the while you can only look on in lustful awe. The band of his shorts keeps slipping each time he pulls himself up, exposing more and more of the band of his underwear.
Eventually, Jeno drops flat to his feet, wiping at his damp forehead as he walks nearer to you. His muscles bulge as he approaches, and his shadow falls over you, covering you entirely, and you just feel so tiny in the moment.
“Hey, shorty,” Jeno teases, holding his hand down to you. “Do you want to train a little?”
You don’t necessarily. You would much rather watch him than anything else, but his easy smile and his offered hand make the temptation too difficult to resist. Jeno’s hand is solid and strong around yours as you slide your hand into his. He pulls you to your feet like it’s nothing, drawing you in at the same time so you bump into his chest.
His chest is bare beneath you, damp with sweat, warm and vibrating with the sound of his voice as Jeno says, “Training or should we get out of here?”
That makes your heart pound anew. “And go where?”
“My place, your place. Anywhere.” Jeno places a hand on your lower back and you swear his hand covers the expanse. You can feel his dick against your belly, not that he’s hard, you can just feel it there because of how short you are and how you’re pressed against him and he feels big and you suddenly feel so overwhelmed with need for him, to be made to feel even smaller in his arms, in his bed, with him inside you.
You nod, your mouth suddenly dry. “I think anywhere would do, if I’m being honest. I just…. I want you, Jeno.”
The most you’ve shared up to this point is one chaste kiss, lingering touches and longing glances. But you can see that wall cracking now, the modesty falling away to leave the path clear for you to bring Jeno into your bed.
He smiles. “I want you too. But are you sure?”
Jeno lifts a hand to gently brush a section of hair back from your forehead. He’s so careful with you, and his eyes dart around your face, following the path of his fingers or watching the flutter of your eyelashes when you blink. The way he touches you is like you’re a butterfly, so fragile between his fingers.
“I won’t break, Jeno. I’m small, yes, and I’m short, but I’m not made of glass. I’m more like a teddy bear, squeezable even though I’m small.” You cover his hand on your face with your hand, leaning your cheek into his touch. “I like that you’re bigger and stronger than me, that when I look at you I kind of wonder if you might crush me if you were to hug me too tightly. I want you.”
“I’m not going to crush you, shorty,” he teases. “But let’s go before it gets to be too early or too late. Before we have people coming to look for us.”
“And where are we going?” You ask as Jeno turns and starts walking, his hand clasping yours once more to lead you along behind him. “Mine? Yours? The nearest closet?”
You’re only joking, but Jeno pulls you along right behind him into the men’s locker room. when he catches sight of the look on your face, Jeno laughs and presses at your shoulders until you sit down on a bench.
“Not here.” Jeno grins, looking around at the locker room. “We can go back to mine. But I’m going to shower off quickly before we leave, is that alright?” He runs his fingers through his hair.
He doesn’t strip in front of you, but once he walks over to the shower stalls on the other side of the lockers, you can still catch a glimpse of him in the gap between the curtain and the wall. The narrow sight of a sliver of skin growing as he bends down and peels his shorts and underwear all the way down behind the curtain. You try not to look, but your gaze simply won’t pull away. You catch glimpses and flashes and at one point you swear Jeno catches you looking before he turns his back.
Your imagination wanders while Jeno showers. You imagine getting up, crossing the tile floor to the shower, pulling back the curtain to step inside and join him. You imagine what it’ll be like when you get to his place. You imagine tasting the water droplets from his skin, his fingers sliding wet over your body.
You’re so lost in your fantasies that you don’t at first register Jeno turning off the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before he steps out.
Of course he catches you staring now.
“Cute,” he says, coming over towards where you sit to reach into his locker behind you. He shoves his dirty clothes in, pulls out some clean ones. You turn your back to provide at least some sense of decency as Jeno pulls a pair of joggers on beneath the towel, and then he dons a fresh tshirt and a jacket.
When Jeno stands in front of you, holding his hand out for you to hold once more, you look up at him with his face all the way up there.
“Ready?” He asks.
“Just one last thing,” you reply. Jeno watches you climb up to stand on the bench you were sitting on. This puts you taller than Jeno, to his amusement. But when you lean down, placing your hands on both of his cheeks, he realizes what’s happening, and he tilts his head to meet your kiss.
It’s not the most romantic location for a real first kiss. Not that the chaste kiss after your date the other night didn’t count, but this one is your first genuine, deep kiss with Jeno.
He lets you control the kiss, taking it at your pen speed, kissing him in whatever way you will. But after a moment or two, Jeno wraps his arms around the backs of your legs. He pulls a little, fingers pressing in between your thighs, and you slide them apart, resting your weight back against Jeno’s hands. He supports you by the thighs.
You sink down as Jeno’s hands move, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips so that soon he’s standing there in the midst of the locker room, holding you up in his strong arms while you kiss him. Your ankles cross behind his back, arms folded along his shoulders.
“I think we should leave,” Jeno murmurs, “before I just end up sitting you down right here, having sex with you right on this bench.”
It doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
But you also really don’t want your first time with Jeno to be in the somewhat gross locker room of the gym.
“Take me home.” You draw kisses down Jeno’s jawline.
He lowers your feet back to the ground, and then you’re going, his hand fixed firmly around yours again, leading the way.
Jeno’s place isn’t so far away. You walk there with Jeno’s arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side, protecting you from the chill in the night. Dawn is approaching, and with it is the rest of your day. Normally you would be finishing up the last hour of your shift right now, you’d be thinking of heading home to shower and get in bed for a few hours.
You don’t know what the rest of your day looks like right now.
Presumably you’re going to have sex with Jeno, but then what? Will you sleep over? Will you skip sleep and just go get breakfast together? Or will he kick you out as soon as it’s over? You don’t really think it’s that last option. Jeno’s too nice for that.
His place is just a small one bedroom. There’s not much to see because he’s a single young man living alone. A little messy, a little barren in terms of furniture.
Jeno’s kissing you before he’s even got the door all the way open, backing you into his apartment so he can kick the door shut behind him. “So tiny,” he says against your lips, his hands holding onto your hips. Your knees hit the edge of something, and you stumble down to sit on whatever it is. “And clumsy. Do you need me to carry you, my baby?”
Right as you begin to protest to the idea of being carried, Jeno’s already lifting you. It’s like you weigh nothing, which you know isn’t true, but Jeno tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you like a fireman would.
“Put me down!” You laugh, slapping a hand against his back, but Jeno starts walking, holding you there over his shoulder as he moves towards the bedroom.
“I don’t think so.” Jeno pushes in through the door to his bedroom, and a moment later your back is on the bed, the ceiling above you with Jeno laughing as he falls over top of you.
You feel so, so small as he covers you with his body, as Jeno dips down to kiss you once more.
“I liked that,” you say in between kisses. Jeno makes an inquisitive sound, to which you reply, “You carrying me like that, like it was nothing.” You run a hand down his chest, the other down one of his arms, as you tell him, “I like when you show me how strong you are, and when you make me feel small and powerless.”
As if to enhance your feeling, Jeno presses his weight down on you, his arms pressing into the bed on either side of your head.
Yes, you think, this is what you like. The reminder that Jeno is bigger and stronger than you, it gives you comfort while also turning you on. It speaks to that primal part of you that longs for a protector, and you just know that Jeno would be a good protector, that if you pursue this relationship with him he’ll be protective of you.
And you like that. A lot.
Jeno seems to like it too, as far as you can tell.
When he pulls away from you, rolling across the bed while mumbling something about putting a movie on, you can see the outline of his stiff erection against the front of his pants, made more obvious once he turns on the movie to project onto the wall at the foot of the bed.
It doesn’t matter what movie he turns on, as soon as Jeno rolls back towards you, you reel him back into the kiss, just now with the added background noise.
Making out with him lasts for a little while longer, wandering hands of both parties dipping and exploring beneath clothes, the exchange of soft sounds of pleasure.
Jeno is the first to lose a piece of clothing when you lift his shirt over his head. He teases you about how you’re staring at him as he watches you running your hands over his pecs and his abs. But moments later when he demands the even trade of you losing your shirt, he stares at your chest just as much.
Clothes seem to melt away after that. Pants, your bra, socks, Jeno’s underwear.
You can’t contain a small moan when you see his cock at long last. You’ve imagined it at times since you first started talking with him at the gym, and expectation versus reality has never been so satisfying for you. Your imagined version of Jeno’s cock doesn’t perfectly align with reality, but it’s close enough that you can’t believe your luck.
Jeno’s above average, big in all the ways that matter. Big cock, big hands, big heart. At the moment, it’s his hands that take precedence as he helps you out of your panties as they tangle around your ankles. His fingers run up the inside of your leg, and he starts with just gently running his fingers along your slit.
You do begin to watch the movie to some extent as Jeno idly touches you. His fingers stroke between your pussy lips, just touching and teasing, playing with you until you’re soaking wet, and Jeno’s fingertips are slipping through your wetness, one fingertip prodding right there at your entrance.
Even his fingers feel big as he presses one inside you. Jeno just slowly strokes the long finger in and out of you, while you struggle to keep your attention on the movie. You’re interested by the plot of it, but what Jeno’s doing to you is far more interesting, and before long, as he gets three fingers stretching you open, you can’t pretend to watch the movie any longer.
You cum on his fingers, riding them as he continues to fuck you on them, your wetness dripping between his fingers.
He’a only just pulled his wet fingers away from you when he wraps them around his cock, and you watch Jeno start jerking off with your wetness as lube. He slicks his length with it, and you roll onto your side to watch, but even that grows tiring after a moment, the hunger inside you rearing up and ready to bite. So you make the move.
You sit up, throwing a leg over Jeno’s lap, you put your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling yourself forward until you’re hovering over where he’s still got his hand moving in his erection.
“Fuck me, Jeno. Need to feel your big cock.” You moan, dropping your hips down so you can feel him, just needing him inside you.
Jeno obliges, watching your face as he guides his cock right to your entrance, watching your face as you swirl your hips against the pressure of his tip before you press down, sinking slowly around his length stretching you open.
You can feel the stretch, can feel the tightness of his muscles as he holds back from thrusting up into your tight heat. You want to feel him unleash that power on you.
And to some degree he does.
The way Jeno holds you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your chest to his, it makes you feel like he’s so much bigger than you, like you’re small and safe in his arms. His swollen cock inside you feels huge too as he begins to actually rock his hips off the bed to drive up into you.
You’re begging for it before you even realize. Both of you take on a brutal pace. You drop down on his cock as fast and hard as you can manage. Jeno it’s just simply pounding into you from underneath until your strength gives out. Your legs slide out from under your, and you collapse against Jeno’s chest, which must have been the signal he was waiting for as he immediately grabs your hips with both hands, fucking up into you with all of his jarring strength.
You’re not exactly sure when your orgasm begins. It seems to be a perpetual thing, something you slid into so seamlessly that it could have been happening for ages or have just begun, so constant in the level that you’re crying, muscles jumping under your skin. Your hips twitch in Jeno’s hold, jerking and rolling and twisting like you’re trying to escape the constant onslaught of pleasure.
Jeno’s cock feels like it’s punching in deep inside you, swollen and stretching your pussy to your limit.
“Big one,” you moan. Your fingers claw and clutch at Jeno’s shoulders, your mouth sliding along his jaw and over his throat. “Big.”
“Tight,” is his only reply. “You’re so fucking little, my baby. You like how big I feel inside you? God, can you even take it if I cum inside you?”
“I can take it!” You moan, the sound gurgling out of you, and you hide your face against Jeno’s shoulder. “I can take it.”
Jeno doesn’t let up on your hips, using his hold to bounce you on his dick like you’re nothing more than a toy for him to use. “I’m not sure you can take it, sweet girl. Your little pussy would just overflow with it.”
You start to whine in equal parts protest and arousal. You wouldn’t overflow with his cum, you’re not that little. But at the same time, you wish you would, so that you could watch Jeno’s creamy cum leak from your pussy.
Jeno’s laugh at your desperation turns into a moan as you clench around his cock. “Aw, shit,” he curses, and then he’s lifting you by your hips, pulling you off his cock to just plop you in his lap.
You think the sound of Jeno moaning is beautiful. It’s similar to the grunting sounds you’d heard from him the night you met at the gym, but these are so much better.
His hand works over his cock, cum spurting from the tip to coat your belly and his, the pearly cum glossing over his abs, glazing your pussy as it drips down.
Jeno sighs and drops his head back against the headboard of his bed, his hand falling away from his dick to rest on your thigh instead, trailing his damp and sticky fingers over your bare skin.
You don’t care about his sticky cum drying on your belly and pussy and thigh. You just lean in, taking Jeno’s face in your hands, and you pull his mouth to yours. You and Jeno kiss heatedly at first, working out the last bits of overwhelming lust you’ve been absorbed in for the last however long, until at last the kiss slows into something softer and gentler. Jeno holds you tenderly in his arms, slowly sinking you both down together so you’re lying pressed together in his bed.
Jeno squeezes his arms around you, drawing a small squeak out as he crushes you a bit to his chest. His lips leave yours to instead catch his breath and stare up at the shadows playing on the ceiling.
“Do you want to stay tonight?” He asks. “I won’t blame you if you want to leave either.”
“No,” you moan, turning your head against his chest. “I don’t think I could leave, even if I wanted to. I might as well stay here. Get in some quality time with you outside of the gym, maybe fit in another round or so before we really have to sleep or start the day. You really don’t mind me staying over tonight?”
Jeno laughs, teasing you with, “Why would I? It’s not like you take up much room.”
You sit up, shoving your hands against his chest, sliding yourself over top of him again. “Is that how you want to play it?”
Jeno grins, his hands covering yours on his chest. “It is, my sweet baby.” In an instant he somehow rolls things over so that you’re on your back beneath him, and you make a weak attempt to wrestle with him. You’re nothing compared to Jeno, and when he rolls you onto your side and sinks down behind you to spoon you, you give up the last of your strength to just sink into the warmth and safety, the strength of his arms wrapped around you.
“Goodnight,” he murmurs. “Sleep tight.”
You hum a little, settling down to get a little more comfortable. “Night, big boy.” You reach back behind you and him, managing to slap your hand lightly against his ass, which draws a laugh from Jeno.
Jeno snuggles you tight against his chest, sighing softly, curling around you like you’re his favorite teddy bear to help him sleep through the night.
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yeoosaangg · 5 months
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Advantage || Kinktober - Day 22
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pairing ▸ johnny suh × f!reader
now playing ▸ advantage - daniel di angelo
⤷ ❝i'll spend all my money on you 'cause you're worth it.❞
genre ▸ idol au, established relationship, smut
warnings ▸ daddy kink, choking, voyeurism, praise, hair pulling, rough sex
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Johnny: How's Daddy's cock feel, baby?
You whine as he guides you up and down.
You were only innocently sitting on his lap while watching a movie when he pulled your panties to the side and shoved his dick inside you.
Y/n: So good, Daddy. Very big!
Johnny: I know, love. But you're taking me in so well.
You look over to the other couch and bite your lip while watching your boyfriend's bandmates jerk off to you.
Johnny: Let them see your body, baby.
You pull his hoodie over your head, tits bouncing free from the fabric.
Jaehyun: Fucking hell, John. You lucky bastard.
You whine again, squeezing your nipples when your boyfriend's pace quickens. His hard cock pounds your little pussy so good, stretching it perfectly in his shape.
Y/n: Daddy, I wanna to cum again.
He kisses the back of your neck and gives you permission to make a mess all over his cock. He doesn't stop fucking you, adding onto your already overstimulated body.
Johnny: Such a good girl for Daddy, princess.
Y/n: I want more! Please, give me more.
He hums, ignoring your request.
He can fuck you however long you want - in front of whoever you want - but he's not sharing you with anybody. Not even his closest friends.
Your shyness is fading away the more wet your pussy gets. Your can't keep your moans to yourself anymore.
Johnny reaches a hand around and pulls you into his chest by your neck. Your moans sound broken the tighter his grip gets.
Jaehyun: Ah, shit. I'm gonna cum.
That made you moan louder, clenching around your boyfriend's cock.
Johnny: My little dove wants you to cum for her.
Jaehyun pumps his dick until he covers his entire abdomen in his sticky essence.
Mark watches the way Johnny folds you in half, cock destroying your dripping cunt with his hips. He plays with his own balls while you stare into his eyes.
Johnny: Moan his name, love. Help him cum.
You do as your told, rolling your eyes to the back of your head while Mark curses through his orgasm.
Johnny: Look at you, baby. So eager to do icky stuff in front of Daddy's friends.
You scream when he bends you even more then you already are, lower back starting to ache from his powerful thrusts.
Johnny: The others still need to cum, princess.
You look at the rest of them - Taeyong, Jungwoo, Yuta, Haechan, Doyoung and Taeil - and see that they're desperately jerking off while watching your cunt swallow your boyfriend's cock.
Haechan: It hurts so bad.
Y/n: Daddy's cock feels so big.
Johnny: Need me to go faster?
Y/n: Please! Wanna cum for your friends.
Yuta cums all over his hand, breathing heavily as he grabs some tissues to clean up his mess.
You scream once again, pulling yourself off of Johnny so you can squirt all over the floor near the others.
That all it takes for Taeyong and Taeil to cum in their own hands.
You don't waste time and turn around to properly straddle your boyfriend, bouncing on his big cock.
Johnny: That's right, baby. Use Daddy's cock and drool all over yourself.
His left hand pulls at the roots of your hair, holding your head back as his hips meet your desperate humps. His right hand wraps around your waist to keep you steady.
Johnny: You're doing so good, baby. Daddy's cock can feel just how much your needy cunt wants more of me.
Y/n: Daddy! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum again!
He's also close, so he pounds into you harder than he has all night.
Y/n: C-Can they- Fuck! Can they cum on me?
Not this again.
But fine, whatever makes you happy.
Johnny: Only until Daddy cums inside your pretty pussy.
Y/n: Ok-Okay!
He applies more pressure on your throat to add to your already intense climb to orgasm. You feel him paint your gummy walls while while your juices mix together.
Johnny: You three can cum on her face and tits. But do not fucking touch her.
They nod, standing up after you've kneeled down on the ground. The way you look up at them and open your mouth gave them the final edge to cum all over you.
Jungwoo's cum lands on your nipples and chest. Haechan had aimed for your mouth and got most of it inside while Doyoung's gets on your eyes and cheeks.
You wipe your the cum off and lick your fingers clean, giggling at the way their jaws drop.
Johnny: Such a messy girl. Let's go get you cleaned up, beautiful.
Y/n: Yes, Daddy. And thank you for today.
They all coo at your little wave before getting carried away to your boyfriend's bedroom.
Haechan: God, that was so hot.
Jaehyun: Tell me about it.
Jungwoo: We should probably get changed.
They all awkwardly agree, noticing how they're still cock and balls out next to each other.
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a/n: why do i put myself through this? ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ now i'm down bad for them and want to write a poly fic (separate from this). not any time soon, though! thanks for reading ‹𝟹
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seren1tyhaze · 6 months
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road snacks
PAIRING: haechan x afab reader
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
SUMMARY: a cross country move with your boyfriend is exciting and sometimes a little more steamy than you thought it would be
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I officially present my first Kinktober 2023 entry! This is another piece I had finished but was trying to finish other wips but don't want to hold off posting things that are ready anymore. Please enjoy prompt number 16 "Public" :)
WARNINGS: explicit smut, public sex, soft Haechan who is actually not very soft
PLAYLIST: Lost in the Light by Bahamas, Yacht by NCT 127, Malibu 1992 by COIN, Daylight by Matt and Kim, Catch by Epik High + HWASA
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The sun is starting its descent in the horizon, bright rays stretching across the sky as you stretch your arms across the dashboard in a deep stretch. It’s nearing the sixth hour of the long first day of your road trip and your energy is starting to fade. You’ve been up since early this morning, taking on the first few hours of driving before swapping with your auburn haired boyfriend currently tapping his thumbs on the leather wheel car beside you, humming lightly to the music filtering through the sound system.
Leaning back in your seat, you sink down, letting your eyes slip shut as you lean your head against the window and let the sun warm your bare arms and face. The music is calm and filled with beautiful harmonies, lulling you to sleep for the first time on the journey. You had promised each other you would help whoever was driving stay awake, but with plans to stop at nightfall at a hotel, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a short cat nap.
You don’t know how much time has passed when you feel a light brushing of fingers along your exposed shoulder and you reluctantly push your eyes open to see an apologetic gaze from the handsome man next to you.
“Babe, I’m so sorry, could you hand me something from the cooler?” Hyuck asks, applying some pressure to your shoulder to massage it with his fingers.
You melt into the touch, nuzzling your cheek warmly against his hand before nodding, unbuckling your seatbelt to carefully lean between the front two seats and open the cooler in the back. Travelling together has been a dream, stopping at different tourist spots on the way, letting him take pictures of you on his film camera, and charting out which cities along the way had all-you-can-eat hot pot.
“Water? Ginger ale?” you ask, wedging your waist between the seats to get a better angle.
Suddenly you feel Hyuck’s hand on you, causing you to jump and your upper body to lurch forward, trapping you between the seats.
“HYUCK!” you squeal, craning your neck to try to get his attention.
“What?!” he whines back, laughter seeping in as you feel the car slow down, easing his foot off the gas to reduce speed.
Without further explanation, he spreads his hand out over your ass, kneading with his fingertips slowly, just as he had been doing to your shoulder a few moments before. Despite the awkward angle you are currently curled into, you sigh and feel your cheeks start to heat. Despite all the alone time on the trip so far, there hadn’t been much time for anything beyond quick kisses or spooning in bed in the weeks leading up to the move. You’ve both been so busy and exhausted that every night your eyes have slipped shut the minute your heads hit the pillow.
“I’m sorry, what am I supposed to do when you’re on display for me and I’ve been horny for days,” he adds, voice dropping into a gruff tone as his hand moves between your thighs that are pressed together from the position.
“I thought you wanted something from the cooler,” you reply, trailing off as you feel him slide his fingers slide up the seam of your leggings, getting dangerously close to your core.
“You know what, I am kind of hungry, now that you mention it…” he replies, applying more pressure to your ass with his thumb, glancing up in the rear view mirror wickedly as he pulls off the highway and into a deserted corner of a rest stop.
As he puts the car in park, you wiggle trying to free yourself from the awkward position, feeling your calf starting to cramp. You let the lid to the cooler drop shut, knowing he’s definitely not thinking about that drink anymore.
Hyuck turns around in his seat, moving his hands to your waist, making contact with your bare skin from your shirt riding up just below your breasts. He pulls you gently so you are no longer wedged between the seats but keeping your ass close to his face.
“Now, how about that snack,” he murmurs barely audibly as cool air sends shivers up your spine when Hyuck pulls at the waistband of your leggings, exposing you fully.
“Donghyuck!” you cry out, arms tensing up and teeth digging into your bottom lip. The sun is setting slowly and a hazy dusk covers the sky. Anyone walking by would definitely be able to see and your cheeks burn at the thought of someone tapping on the window or pulling out their phone at the sight.
He only laughs, dipping his head down to press kisses at the thin lines of the bear tattoo on your lower back, laving at the skin there with his tongue as he always does. His hand slides up your chest, massaging you there and taking your nipple in between his fingers to squeeze it gently. A moan bubbles up in your throat and you dig your palms into the back seat below you, letting your head drop down.
Hyuck keeps kissing your skin, brushing his lips over and over, making you squirm. He gently lifts your hips up to give him a better angle, pushing your thighs open gently and lowering his head between them. You can feel his breath cool across your dripping core, arousal building in you and your temperature starting to rise in the cramped car.
“Baby, please,” you groan, turning your head to try to make eye contact with him as he continues to tease you.
“Begging? We’re begging now, are we? I thought you were scared someone would see,” he chuckles cruelly, sitting back and dragging a finger suddenly through your arousal before pulling it up to his lips and loudly sucking on the wet digit.
You groan in annoyance, feeling frustrated at not being able to move and have a sneaking suspicion he’s going to edge you despite the urgency of the situation.
“Please Hyuckie, I need your mouth on me now,” you mutter, voice barely above a whisper, almost drowned out by the soft music still playing in the car.
His eyes darken at the sound of the nickname in a lust-filled tone and his hands return to your ass cheeks, spreading them lightly to give him better access. His mouth is suddenly on you, tongue dragging along you to gather your arousal on his tongue, swirling at your clit. Your legs start to shake with pleasure and he tightens his grip as he slides a hand up your back to push your ass up further.
You don’t realize you’re holding in your moans until you taste blood in your mouth, having punctured your lip lightly. You know you aren’t going to last long after weeks without sex so you push your hips back, grinding against his lips for more friction. 
You can feel him smile against you, pulling you even closer to him by the waist, moaning against your core and tasting every inch of you. He was starving, nose bumping up against your clit repeatedly and sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Your mouth drops open to warn him of your impending orgasm but there’s no time as it crashes over you, a strangled cry falling from your lips that surely could be heard by anyone parked nearby. His grip on your waist tightens as you try to pull away, refusing to breathe until he’s worked you through your pleasure with his wicked tongue.
He finally breaks away from you with a messy sounding smack of his lips and you don’t need to look back at him to know that his cheeks are flushed and silky strands are dangling on the sides of his forehead. He pulls your leggings up for you and gently pulls you back into the passenger seat, slumping back into his own once you’re settled.
You’re out of breath and your arm hurts slightly from being pressed in an awkward position for so long. Your chest is heaving underneath the thin material of your shirt and you sigh, finally bringing your eyes up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze.
He’s smirking deviously, as he always does, and his legs are spread wide, cock visibly hard in his loose sweatpants. There’s a slight sheen across his forehead and his lips are still wet. You flush at the sight of him, heart pounding in your chest as you reach forward to close the space between you. You can taste yourself on his lips and moan into his mouth as your tongue makes contact with his. You run your fingers through his hair, dragging his head back to break the kiss and meet his eyes again.
“Now, is my boyfriend going to let me have snack time too? Or is he not going to share?” you ask menacingly, shoving your free hand down the waistband of his pants suddenly to grasp at his cock.
All he can do in reaction is moan, letting his eyes roll back as his head gently hits the window as you tug on his sweatpants and lower your lips over his lap. As much as he craves eating you out, you know blow jobs are his biggest weakness and it was your turn for payback in the darkening parking lot on the side of the highway.
This trip might end up taking longer than you both had planned if your quick snack breaks turned into full course meals, but neither of you really minded.
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kpopcafeeee · 5 months
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Who’s the boss-Johnny
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This is for kinktober!!!
Pairing: dilf! Married! Johnny x model! fem! Reader
Warnings: dilf! And married Johnny and young y/n but is a legal age , cheating, smut, degration, chocking, hair pulling, messy sloppy kissing, moaning, size kink. That’s all you guys😉
Summary: your an intern that just started working at a popular modeling agency and your CEO is the hottest guy there and he knows it everyone knows it, he is the talk of the company and every woman’s after him but he only wants one person and it’s not his wife it’s you
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moonhoures · 7 months
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warning: every post will include smut! minors do not interact! (18+)
these will be posted at midnight (CST) from Oct. 1st to Oct. 31st. the links will be added accordingly after each one is posted!
* titles are subject to change up until posting date!
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1. Video Games | Enhypen Jay
— angry sex + makeup sex
2. One Night Stand | Seventeen Hoshi
— anonymous sex + roleplay
3. Relax | Ateez Yeosang
— bath sex
4. Insatiable | Enhypen Sunghoon
— biting kink + blood play [vampire!au]
5. Merciless | Stray Kids Hyunjin
— bondage
6. Countdown | TXT Taehyun
— brat taming
7. All Of Me | Monsta X Jooheon
— breeding kink / creampie
8. Stargazing | Monsta X Changkyun
— choking
9. Sunday Morning | P1Harmony Jiung
— cockwarming
10. Cowgirl | Ateez Wooyoung
— costumes
11. Pretty When You Cry | NCT Jeno
— dacryphilia
12. “It Just . . . Slipped” | Stray Kids Chan
— daddy kink
13. Play Thing | Twice Mina
— degradation
14. Open Wide | BTS Taehyung
— dom!idol
15. Score | Stray Kids Minho
— dry humping / thigh riding
16. Wicked Games | NCT Haechan
— edging / orgasm denial
17. Watch Yourself | Seventeen Jeonghan
— mirror sex
18. That’s My Girl | Twice Jihyo
— mommy kink
19. Thin Walls | ZB1 Matthew
— masturbation
20. I Can See You | The Boyz Sangyeon
— office sex [coworkers!au]
21. Sit | Blackpink Rosé
— oral
22. Good To Me | Seventeen Wonwoo
— overstimulation
23. Kiss Me Thru The Phone | Stray Kids Felix
— phone sex
24. Beautiful | NCT Jaehyun
— praise kink
25. Focus | Ateez San
— sex tape / filming
26. Knew Better | Seventeen S.Coups
— spanking
27. First Time For Everything | (G)-Idle Soyeon
— squirting
28. Bad Day | Wonho
— stripping
29. Hotel Room Service | TXT Huening Kai
— sub!idol
30. Three’s Company | P1Harmony Keeho & Theo
— threesome
31. Weapon | ITZY Chaeryoung
— toys
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jaylaxies · 5 months
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KINKTOBER DAY 29 — THREESOME
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PAIRING: jake x fem!reader x jeno
GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, facefucking, cunnilingus, breeding, threesome, usage of nicknames, jake and jeno are step brothers (not yours).
WC: 1.2k words
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: hihi, angels! this is purely self indulgent atp, but i hope you guys will like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33
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“Jake, stop! What if he hears us?”
You gasped, asking him to stop, but your fingers only pulled him closer to leave featherlight kisses all over your neck. 
“He won’t, trust me,” Jake mumbled, too immersed in kissing down the expanse of your skin to worry about his step brother being home. 
The arrangement was new for him. His father had recently remarried, which means his stepbrother had to leave his old life behind and shift (along with his mom) to the new mansion, to Jake’s place. 
He didn’t interact with him a lot, the things were awkward and they were both well aware that it would take a while for them to come to terms with the new setting, so they tried to keep it decent by greeting each other whenever they crossed paths. 
As for you, it had barely been a week since you and Jake got into the friends with benefits arrangement, having met through a mutual friend at a party last week, which led to a crazy night with him and hence, the new proposition, which finally brings you to Jake’s place. 
He was sure that there wasn’t anyone else at home. His parents were out for their honeymoon trip, and his step brother was nowhere to be found when he last checked the place, which was before you arrived. 
With his assurance, you let your moans get louder, moving your hips along his thigh, which was flexed to provide the perfect amount of friction to your bare cunt, your skirt ridden up to the waist. 
“Feels good?” He asked, accent deep as he pulled you up, throwing you on the bed and getting in between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you tighter, pulling your ass cheeks apart. 
Your mouth was open, eyes rolling back when he licked a big stripe of your cunt, groaning and mumbling about how sweet you tasted each time before prepping featherlight kisses all over your cunt, barely touching your clit to tease you. 
When you whined again, he gave in, sucking your clit and running his tongue up and down your folds. 
Unbeknownst to you both, there was someone standing right by the door, curious if there was something wrong with Jake, granted the noises coming from his room were muffled till he reached the door. 
Jeno didn’t mean to breach his privacy by any means, but he was curious and one look wouldn’t hurt anyone—which was his thinking. 
However, he did not expect to see his old fling in the bed with his new step brother, legs wide open as he ate you out. 
He cursed. Jeno had missed you too much when you had to leave the city to shift somewhere else, granted that sex with you was literally the best he used to have, but he never thought he’d find you here, especially in his brother’s bed. 
His body worked faster than his brain for once as he swung opened the door, grasping their attention. 
“Jeno what the fuck?” Jake’s eyes were wide. 
He paid Jake no attention, saying your name in a whisper as your expression mirrored Jake, but yours was more of a realization filled one rather than a horrified one. 
“Jeno—” you breathed out, your body on display for him. 
“You know each other?” Jake asked, glad he still had his clothes on for this interaction. 
Jeno didn’t answer, only striding forward to where you were on Jake’s bed, pulling you as you yelped, wasting no time in kissing you. Jake only scoffed, pushing Jeno off you. 
“She’s with me,” he said, possessiveness in his tone. 
“She’s been with me for years—” Jeno was smirking, and you gasped. 
“Guys, you don’t have to fight,” you said, looking at both of them before they turned to look at each other, clicking their tongues. 
“Want us both, huh? Still a needy little girl I see,” Jeno mocked, getting rid of his clothes just like Jake. 
“Want our cocks together, huh, princess?” Jake asked and you nodded, looking at them with shining eyes, whining to let them know how desperate you were. 
“You go first,” Jake said to Jeno without looking at him, while he flipped you around so your head was on his lap, right near to his cock. 
You gasped, “suck on it like a good girl,” Jake ordered, pushing his cock in your mouth, your eyes watering at how thick his cock was. 
At the very same time, you could feel slender fingers teasing your entrance, thrusting inside your pussy which had you moaning around Jake’s cock, “so wet,” Jeno mumbled, stroking his cock to lubricate it with your juices. 
“Fuck,” Jake groaned when you screamed at the stretch of Jeno’s cock, who had his hands wrapped around your waist as he pumped himself in and out of you. 
You couldn’t remember if you ever felt this full in your life before, mouth and cunt full of thick cocks had you drooling and clenching uncontrollably, “I missed this tight cunt,” Jeno rasped, pistoning harder.
“You like that, baby?” Jake chuckled, his thumb collecting your tear and taking it to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. 
“Oh, yes she does,” Jeno smirked, spanking your ass, “she’s clenching like crazy, ever so desperate,” his deep voice only led you to your first orgasm, shaking harder when Jake let you breathe, pulling his cock out of your mouth. 
“Fuck! She’s dripping,” Jake observed, and Jeno let him take over switching positions so you were laying on your back. He sat down next to you, tapping your cheek to open your lips, pushing his cock in you for you to taste yourself. 
Jake didn’t wait either, the thickness making your back arch, brain clouded as deep grunts resonated the room, which felt misty with the scent of your activities. 
“That’s it, princess,” Jake cooed, slamming his hips on to yours, faster by each second, your toes curling and eyes closing with overstimulation, even more so when the two boys started playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting them, Jake paying attention to your sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles with the pad of his thumb. 
You felt as if you had reached the highest you could ever feel, being fucked dumb, their praises mixed with degradation only sent you to your edge, whiny curses leaving your lips in an incoherent manner. 
“Fill her up, she likes it,” Jeno said, his cock twitching in you, and Jake groaned, his own orgasm approaching. 
“Of course she likes it, look at her being a needy fucking mess for us,” Jake chuckled. 
Both of them couldn’t hold back any longer, and neither could you as Jake emptied his balls deep in your cunt, Jeno doing the same in your mouth, his cum leaking out of your mouth. 
You felt yourself blanking out, crying as you squirted all over Jake’s length before falling limp in their arms. 
They worked in sync, Jake caressing your back gently as Jeno got you water, and you looked at them with stars in your eyes as you breathed out, directing your words to both of them. 
“You own me now.”
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euaphoric · 6 months
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🕸️ KINKTOBER - DAY 2. 🕸️
Differences
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[PAIRING] haechan x f!reader
[GENRE] college au, popular jock x loner, pwp [WARNINGS] angst?, smut, lowkey perv!hc, dry humping, premature ejaculation
summary: haechan was everything you’re not: popular, wealthy, multitalented, and otherworldly attractive. you despise people that get everything handed to them, wanting nothing to do with him— until you get paired up as partners for a project together…
wc -> 2.2k
A/N: so uhhh, this was very much not supposed to be this long but sometimes i just keep going and don’t know when to stop tbh .-. alsoo i hit 1k followers today thanks sm it rlly means a lot 🫶🫶
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“fuckk, it’s pouring!” you shrill from the sudden heavy downpour, hovering your chemistry textbook over your head which barely shields anything. of course you didn’t predict these weather conditions (and didn’t bother to check your weather app beforehand) so you thought not to bring a jacket. it’s not like it was some light drizzle going on either, it was raining buckets outside— and you were so fucked. you pick up your speed, practically sprinting to the bus stop, completely forgetting that haechan was right behind this whole time. it honestly still hasn’t fully clicked in your mind that you were now lab partners and had to work together for the entire remaning semester. you weren’t thrilled about it, frankly, you were hoping anyone but haechan but since you have the worst possible luck known to existence, you got paired with him by a random draw. now you’re stuck with him for the next 3-4 months…
“damn, i think that’s the first time i’ve ever heard you curse,” haechan quickly catches up with you, taken aback by your choice of language, “wait- here, take this.” he pulls his football letterman jacket off his body, slinging it around your shoulders. “uh- no it’s okay, i’ll be fine.. don’t worry!” you shook your head to refuse but haechan just kept insisting, telling you how he was raised to be a ‘gentleman’ and it’d be morally wrong of him not to offer his jacket to a woman when it’s raining. “just take it y/n, it’s not gonna kill ya!” he promises, only satisfied once you finally cave in after numerous attempts going back and forth. you may have let him win this round but you definitely won’t be going easy on him next time, that’s for certain.
yeah haechan may be nice and all but that doesn’t make him a saint or any different than everyone else, he’s just a regular guy to you, nothing more or less. you’ve known him for a grand total of 2.5 days and on the first day of class you just so happened to be assigned as permanent lab partners with him — the most popular guy at uni practically. haechan was the topic of every girl’s discussion, whether it was wondering if he came from a loaded family, is single or has a girlfriend, or how he can afford a $4,500 pair of sneakers, theres always a spotlight drawn to him somehow. frankly you didn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that stuff, you didn’t care much to make a lot of friends nor socialize with everyone. ever since middle school you’ve preferred to be alone, it’s not something you’re embarrassed about, you just value your education more than temporary friendships.
when it was announced that you’d be partners with haechan word spread around quickly, you couldn’t stand attention being cemented on you but haechan simply thrived off that notion. he craved all the gossip about him because he’s an attention whore— at least, that was your impression of him when you first met. you personally have no interest in getting to know him further than finishing this project, he probably has dozens of girls in his phone he can call to hook up with every day if he wanted to. ‘it’s just for one semester y/n you can do this… you’ll be fine.’ you keep telling yourself over and over. after what felt like ages the bus finally came, saving you from standing in silence with him any longer than necessary. soon as the door opens you make a dash for it, scanning your bus pass and looking for a seat within the crowded aisles. there just so happened to be 2 free open seats near the back so you scurry to sit down as haechan follows, taking the seat next to yours.
just as you were about to put in your airpods and shut out the world, haechan turns over to ask something. “so.. why’d you want me to come to your dorm instead of mine?” his face gets unreasonably close to you, completely invading your personal space. “it’s just.. more quiet i guess.” you awkwardly reply, slowly backing away from his overbearing presence. you must admit though, whatever cologne he was wearing smelled really good. “why’re you assuming that my place would be loud? do me and my friends really seem like that much of obnoxious assholes?” he cocks his eyebrow, confused by your lack of enthusiasm. it’s not unusual for haechan to be uninterested in someone but it’s pretty rare for him to find the opposite. the more you push him away the more he wants to know about you, your cold personality fueled a burning desire inside that he hasn’t felt in ages. it’s like having a one-sided crush, he enjoys the chase of going after what’s unattainable, he loves a challenge.
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“have you always been this quiet your whole life?” haechan proceeds to bother you yet again while you’re writing notes for the project down. you thought flat out ignoring him would work in your favor, he’s already asked about five questions already and you’ve yet to answer any of them — he doesn’t give up as easy as you thought however. “no seriously, did i do something? is there a reason why you act so cold towards me?” there he fucking goes again. if he actually paid attention he’d notice that you don’t exclusively treat him any differently than everyone else, you didn’t want a partner for this project and rather work on it alone from the start. he’s so full of himself that he can’t even fathom the idea of someone not wanting to shower every ounce of their undying love and attention for him. “god… do you ever shut up?” you lowly mutter under your breath, getting up from your table to go grab something. thankfully you don’t think he heard you, all you got in return was a simple “huh?” still not acknowledging his other questions, you come back with a pumpkin spice candle, setting it on your window sill to light it. you may or may not have a slight obsession with candles, you’ve hoarded so many to the point you lost count but since it’s fall why not bring out your favorite scent of the season. plus it’ll ventilate the room so you don’t have to be reminded of haechan’s strong cologne, which you actually liked but refuse to give his already inflated ego such a compliment.
after an hour or so of drafting outlines for the project you take a break to get some water, coming back to your motionless partner with a bored look on his face. he made a few contributions but you mostly did the work, which you don’t mind doing anyway since you’re confident in your academic abilities. you’ve been sensing haechan’s eyes on you all night, as you took a sip from the glass you feel the most intense awkwardness, you’re hoping he asks something dumb at this point. “are you a virgin?” he blurts out on a whim. you almost spit out your water, there’s no way in hell he just asked you that. “wait— w-what?” all of a sudden you’re a flustered mess and can’t talk properly, why would he want to know something so personal like that anyway? “ah, so you do talk!” haechan belts out a chuckle, gloating in his small victory, “i just wanted a reaction out of ya and finally got it!” you wanted to wipe that smirk clean off his face, maybe you were right to call him a pretentious asshole the first day you met. “y’know i can report you to the board for asking your lab partner weird sexual questions, right?” you try your best to sound intimidating but it doesn’t seem to faze him one bit, instead he continues leaning in closer. “stop pretending like you don’t secretly like it,” your skin collects goosebumps when his palm lands on your thigh, “‘cause for someone who supposedly doesn’t like me is acting awfully comfy with me right now.” his grin widens as he looks down, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you realize both your legs were intertwined together under the table.
you shriek in a panic, scooting your chair away to the far end of the table, “in your fucking dreams. i actually don’t, perv.” scoffing at his boldness, this is definitely a guy who thinks he can have his way with anyone he wants. even if you did find him attractive that still doesn’t mean you inherently want to sleep him. his face is really pretty though, like way above average, you 100% get why he’s so popular and some part of you wants to find out what all the hype’s about. a little test drive wouldn’t hurt anything, right? “awe, you sound so cute when you swear,” he teases, yet again moving close to you with no regards of personal space, “would sound better if you were moaning it as i fill you up with my cock.” his eyes stare at your lips intensely, wanting more than anything to violently make out with you. that last sentence shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did, but you couldn’t help yourself anymore, you were done trying to fight it. as your lips crash into his, a surge of heat rushes through your body, tilting your head slightly sideways to gain more access. his soft lips felt buttery smooth against yours, melting instantly as he brings his hands to wrap around your waist firmly.
as you run your fingers along the entirety of his length, slowly rubbing his shaft through his jeans. you hear how pretty he sounds when he moans, loving every bit of it in your ear. you keep stroking and feeling haechan’s cock, choosing when to go slow or fast. it made you undoubtedly wet knowing someone like you could turn him on, feeling how stiff his cock got soon as you touched him, pulsating in the palm of your hand. his face scrunches as if he just sucked on a lemon, erratically rutting his hips up as his breathing gets heavier. “ah- shiiit..” he was so far gone, gritting his teeth from the intense pleasure when he suddenly jerks up from out of your grasp. “dammit, dammit, dammit” he whispers under his breath, you strike a confused look when he flinches from you trying to touch him again. it doesn’t make sense how eager he was just a minute ago but is now doing a literal 180. “i already came..” the guilt and embarrassment was apparent in his voice. how could a girl like you even make a guy cum just from simply touching them? he’s definitely had much more experience than you ever will. “i’m not a virgin, are you?” you decide to finally entertain his question, you’ve got nothing left to lose anymore. he definitely wasn’t expecting that answer at all, he was really hoping he could be your first. “yeah, me neither, but you sure do make me feel like one again ..” this is probably the first time something like this has ever even happened to him.
for the past 15 minutes you’ve been grinding up and down against haechan to get his dick hard again, which didn’t take long to do at all. closing your eyes in pleasure as his teeth grazed your skin, biting gently on the sweet spot of your neck. “nnghh~” you mewl, feeling so needy and helpless at the moment, all you could do was continue sensually rolling, massaging, and rubbing your aching core onto his clothed crotch. you really did want more but you couldn’t give it all up too easily, this is all he’s getting from you until you officially say so. “fuck.. feels ssoo gooood..” haechan groans, hips bucking at any slightest movement you make, he needs to fuck your tight cunt so bad. “y-yeah, feels good? wan’ m-more?” you brace your shaky hands on both his shoulders for leverage, feeling the tent in his pants stiffen as you rock your hips in sync with his. the fact you two were acting like some animals in heat, going at it and humping each other fully clothed was surreal to you. it had to be that intoxicating cologne he wore that reeled you in. as you were whimpering and crying out to him, haechan keeps expressing how much he needs you, how badly he wants to be inside. “need this throbbing little cunt to swallow my cock like right now.. i wanna be buried so deep inside.. need to feel your walls clench as you twitch and cum around my shaft, pretty please…” he grunts, already completely whipped and ready to risk it all for you. it didn’t take much for him to cum the second time either, granted he lasted longer than the first time but still wasn’t his best. the way you roll your hips and moan out his name was enough to get the blood rushing through his veins, pushed to his breaking point once again.
you came with him the second time, tangling your fingers in his messy brown hair. a string of curses leave your mouth as you chase your high, still slowly grinding on top of him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “now i understand why you’re so quiet..” he murmurs, veiny hands still finding purchase around your delicate waist. you of course wondered why, which he simply responded with “‘cause your actions do all the talking for you instead.”
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jaemmphilia · 7 months
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★ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 (DISCONTINUED)!!
welcome to kinktober 2023 with me, your lovely host, jubin !!
this is my first year hosting kinktober, so I hope I do it justice! here, you will find all the fics i plan on putting out for the duration of october! keep in mind that most of the prompts make me uncomfortable, so i replaced them with free days. on those free days i will write whatever i want. i am not taking requests for kinktober, so don't send anything in, please. below you can find the full masterlist for kinktober!
**also note that these fics will either be gender neutral or male readers.
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★ day one: macro/micro with wonho
★ day two: roleplay with mark
★ day three: hate sex with seungmin
★ day four: rimming with haechan
★ day five: sweat with sehun
★ day six: frottage with johnny
★ day seven: virginity with heeseung
★ day eight: breeding with renjun
★ day nine: stripping with jeno
★ day ten: praise kink with felix
★ day eleven: pet play with jake
★ day twelve: free day with jisung
★ day thirteen: size difference with chanyeol
★ day fourteen: orgasm denial with jay
★ day fifteen: temperature play with doyoung
★ day sixteen: public with yuta
★ day seventeen: threesome/moresome with 3racha
★day eighteen: body modification with baekhyun
★ day nineteen: free day with yangyang
★ day twenty: food play with lee know
★ day twenty-one: free day with ten
★ day twenty-two: bondage with i.n
★ day twenty-three: deepthroating with kai
★ day twenty-four: sex toys with taeil
★ day twenty-five: free day with chen
★ day twenty-six: masturbation with xiaojun
★ day twenty-seven: free day with jaehyun
★ day twenty-eight: cockbulge with sunghoon
★ day twenty-nine: breathplay with taeyong
★ day thirty: overstim with xiumin
★ day thirty-one: free day with jaemin
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thank you for tuning in to kinktober 2023, i hope you had a great time!!
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angel1kisses · 6 months
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Welcome to Kinktober my silly little sinnersੈ♡˳
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Day 1 : Vampire!Heeseung + Period sex
Day 2 : Jake with Corruption kink
Day 3 : Sunoo with Blindfolds
Day 4 : Pussydrunk!Jake with overstimulation
Day 5: Sub!Sunoo with Mommy Kink
Day 6 : make up sex with Jay
Day 7 : Making Jungwon cum in his pants for @sunjaywoning
Day 8 : Sugar daddy Heeseung with Ownership kink
Day 9 : Sunghoon and dacryphilia
Day 10 : Riding Jay during a movie night with the members
Day 11 :bathtub sex with Jungwon
Day 12 : Sunghoon and strength kink
Day 13 : Sub!Jake with edging
Day 14 : jealous sex with Jay
Day 15 : Plug!Heeseung
Day 16 : Sunghoon with Daddy Kink
Day 17 : Puppy!Jake with breeding Kink
Day 18 : Mean Dom!Sunoo with toys
Day 19 : Dom!Jungwon and Bondage + Degradation
Day 20 : Dom!Sunoo with aphrodisiac
Day 21 : Ghostface!Jake with Knife play
Day 22 : Heeseung with Jealous sex + orgasm denial
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sluttyten · 1 year
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In Your Arms
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Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist
Day Twelve: Threesome w/ Jaehyun & Mark
Word Count: 6,525
**a uni au with bisexual!jaehyun, bisexual!mark, and this does involve member x member to a certain degree
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Up until this point in the night, you’d not wondered if coming to the NCT frat’s Halloween party was a bad idea. You’d been having fun, but now, you were second-guessing your decision.
At the moment, you were busy wiping fake blood off your throat and chest after one of the drunk frat guys had thrown a water balloon filled with the stuff at you. You didn’t think anything of it when there was a soft knock at the door, when Mark cracked the door open and peered inside.
“Woah, what happened to you?” He asks, slipping inside, shutting the bathroom door behind him. 
You’re not sure what his costume is. He’s wearing sweatpants and a band t-shirt, a hat sitting backwards on his head, and he’s not wearing shoes. Maybe he’s not even dressed up.
“Fake blood.” You smudge at your chest, glancing up into the mirror to catch Mark ogling your tits. When he looks up a second later, realizing that he’s been caught, he smiles sweetly, his expression so genuine that you can’t even be mad. “Have you seen Jaehyun? He told me he was going to get me something else to wear.”
You neglect to tell Mark that the reason Jaehyun, the third in your inseparable trio, is fetching you something clean is because he was there when the fake blood balloon hit. He took the brunt of it as, at the moment when it hit, he had been fucking you, pinning you against the back wall of the pool house, not that it had done much to keep you out of sight. Someone had clearly spotted the two of you and decided to interrupt with the balloon.
“Yeah,” Mark folds his arms across his chest, leaning back against the bathroom door. “I saw him.” 
“Shit,” you groan under your breath, as you shove the tissue down the front of your top. The sticky liquid--whatever it is--has dripped down between your boobs. You don’t really care if Mark watches; he’s skinny-dipped with you and Jaehyun before, so he’s already seen it all.
“Can I ask you something?” Mark asks. 
Distracted as you are with cleaning yourself up, you don’t even think before telling him to ask away. You don’t look up at him in the mirror as you reach a hand down your top, palming your tit so you can do your best to wipe at the underside.
Mark shifts with his back to the door, the wood creaking a little. 
“So,” he says casually, “How long have we both been fucking Jaehyun?”
For a moment your world splinters. What did he just say? 
“What did you just say?” You abandon your cleaning efforts, turning to fully face Mark. 
“How long have we both been fucking Jaehyun?” Mark repeats. “I know you’ve been at it for a few weeks with him at least, like, you’re not as sneaky as you might like to think. I have eyes. And ears. His bedroom is right beside mine.”
You’re not sure what to say. 
For one thing, you hadn’t wanted Mark to find out that you were fucking Jaehyun. He was the other third of your trio, and with you and Jaehyun together it would shift the dynamic if Mark knew. So you had done your best to keep it a secret. It’s not like you were dating Jaehyun, but Mark might feel excluded. 
Only now do you realize that Jaehyun had apparently been doing his very best to keep Mark feeling included.
Or, maybe, you realized, it was you that he’d included after the fact.
“How long have you...?” You trail off. “We started about four months ago. The second night of the All-Day All-Night Sun and Moon Birthday Extravaganza and Bonfire.”
That whole thing had been a mess. Haechan and Taeil’s birthdays were only about a week apart, so they decided to throw an enormous birthday party for themselves. Originally it had been a one day, 24-hour event, but those set hours expanded to fill three days of endless chaos and drinking. 
It was night two bordering on day three when you and Jaehyun and Mark were all drinking together. The party had mostly tapered out for the night. A few of the guys were still drunkenly singing karaoke inside. The three of you were sitting outside on a picnic blanket, drinking around the dying embers of the bonfire. Mark passed out at some point, his head pillowed on Jaehyun’s thigh, and you and Jaehyun had kept drinking and giggling together over silly nothings, until suddenly Jaehyun kissed you.
It had taken you completely by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Even though you hadn’t been sure about his feelings towards you, you’d been crushing on him since almost the beginning of this friendship two years ago. So when he pulled away, with a high flush in his cheeks, you’d dragged him back in.
But when Mark had grumbled something in his sleep, shifting his head on Jaehyun’s thigh, you’d both broken apart, remembering that you weren’t alone. And maybe it was the heat of the kiss simmering under your skin or maybe the drinks you’d had, but something inside you evaporated your brain-to-mouth filter, and the words just flew out when you asked, “D’you wanna fuck?”
Jaehyun had been nice enough to carry drunk Mark inside, leaving him in the care of the karaoke-ing boys before he snuck you up to his room. 
That mini-episode of the All-Day All-Night Sun and Moon Birthday Extravaganza and Bonfire hadn’t lasted terribly long. But it was good. A highlight of the three-day party.
Which is why you’d done it again and again.
Mark stares at you now as you’ve made your confession. “Four months ago? Impressive.”
“And what about you?” You press him for an answer.
Before Mark can voice his answer, there’s another knock at the bathroom door, and the door is shoved open, knocking Mark forward.
“Oh, sorry, bro,” Jaehyun apologizes as he slips in, oblivious to the mildly tense atmosphere between his two lovers. To you, he says, “Here, you can wear this.” 
He holds out a shirt to you, one of his favorite baggy ones that will definitely fit you like a dress. You know you should put it on now, take off the probably ruined outfit you’re wearing, but Mark is still staring at you.
“Jae, Mark knows about us.” You say the words quickly while holding Mark’s gaze. “And he told me that you’ve been fucking too.”
Best to just put it all out there in the open, you decide.
You expect Jaehyun to do one of three things. One, he might just flat out deny it. Two, he might say that one of you is lying to the other. Three, he’ll admit that he was sleeping with both of you.
Jaehyun takes the unexpected fourth option.
“Yeah, and?” He looks back and forth between you and Mark before he thrusts his hand out towards you, still holding the shirt he’s lending you. “Are you two not fucking? I thought this was an all three of us kind of thing?”
You wonder how many times tonight you’re going to be so caught off guard that you’re speechless. First was the balloon of fake blood splattering across you while Jaehyun was balls-deep inside you. Second was Mark’s little bombshell. Third is this. 
Mark actually laughs. “What?”
“Yeah,” Jaehyun deadpans. “Like, I thought I was being obvious with both of you, but I also thought it seemed like you two were hooking up too. If you’d seen yourselves, you would get what I’m talking about. Always cuddling, touching.” He looks right at you as he says, “Mark’s definitely jerked off thinking about you.”
“Dude!” Mark spins around, slapping his hand against Jaehyun’s arm. 
Jaehyun hisses, gritting his teeth. “What? You think I can’t hear you through the wall? Just come over instead of touching yourself alone; you know I’m always good.”
They begin to bicker back and forth, but you’re not listening. You’re still computing, wading your way through this flood of information. You know Jaehyun’s right. You also know that you probably should’ve seen it before now that they were hooking up too. 
You think of all the times that you’ve seen Mark wrap his arms around Jaehyun, tucking his nose against the elder’s neck. The number of times you’ve come over in the morning to walk with Mark to class or to take them both out to brunch, and you’ve found them both in Jaehyun’s bed, looking extremely comfortable. You think of the time you walked through the front door of the frat house to find Jaehyun on a beanbag chair, his legs spread with Mark kneeling between them massaging Jaehyun’s thighs, both of them staring at each other. At the time it had seemed like nothing; there were other members of the frat around.
But you think too that you can see what Jaehyun was saying about you and Mark. You do cuddle with him. You do sometimes fall asleep in Mark’s bed, but that’s never been anything sexual. Not really. You’ve skinny dipped together, wrestled together across the living room floor for the TV remote. You’ve helped him shower the one time he was so drunk he puked all over himself and desperately needed to be cleaned up. You’ve both seen each other naked several times. You’ve kissed his cheeks, he’s touched your ass. All of these things that didn’t seem like anything at the time. But now everything is reframing, the images in your mind lining up, and you see the bigger picture. 
Mark gasps in surprise when you suddenly lurch forward, grabbing his shoulder to turn him towards you, and you connect your lips with his. 
It’s not a well-coordinated first kiss. Your mouth bumps against his teeth, noses knock together. The kiss is more of groaning in pain into each other’s mouths than a proper kiss. 
“There,” you sigh as you pull away from Mark. “Now, we’ve all kissed.”
“I don’t think that really counted,” Mark says.
Jaehyun snorts, raking his fingers through his hair. “Right, I think you two might need to kiss again.”
So you do. This time Mark kisses you first, as if to prove to you that he’s a good kisser, that the first kiss was just a one-time mistake. This time he’s smooth with it. There’s no pain of facial features hitting together. 
“Alright now,” Jaehyun says after a moment. You feel his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back gently from Mark. “I think that’s enough.”
But Mark’s hands have drifted up to your chest, giving the curve of your tits beneath your dress a good palming. He doesn’t seem eager to let you go, moaning a little in protest as Jaehyun tries to make you stop again. 
“Stop it, we’ll have plenty of time for this later.” Jaehyun says, and you hear Mark moan even as he pulls out of the kiss. It’s only as you blink your eyes open a bit dazedly that you see why Mark made such a sound. Jaehyun’s fingers are at the back of Mark’s head, threaded tightly through a sizable chunk of Mark’s hair. 
“Later,” Jaehyun repeats, and not a moment too soon. 
Someone takes up knocking on the bathroom door. Only then do you seem to fully snap back to reality, remembering the fact that you’re in a bathroom in a frat house, that this is a Halloween party. The knocking grows louder and more frantic, paired with a drunk whine of “Let me in!” over and over. 
Jaehyun opens in and a drunk girl stumbles in, ignoring that the three of you are in there. You grab both Jaehyun and Mark by the hand, dragging them out of the bathroom to leave the poor girl alone. 
So, with your chest still sticky and your dress somewhat stained from the fake blood, you rejoin the party with your two best boys. Neither of them stray too far, all three of you are caught in the same orbit—hands sliding over waists, hands brushing, a lingering glance, bodies pressed together in the heat of the crowd of dancers in the frat’s backyard, Jaehyun lowering his head to Mark’s throat to lick up a bead of sweat while he looks right at you. 
Someone brings out more of the fake blood water balloons. They’re launched into the crowd, lobbed from overhead. Some are dropped from the windows of the house’s upper floor, some are possibly from the roof. Soon, the ground is slick with it, the crowd covered. Everything looks like a nightmare, but the party rages on. 
When Jaehyun kisses you, tasting the fake blood on your lips, he smirks and dives back in for more. “I think it’s raspberry jam, maybe,” he says, trailing his lips down your throat. From behind you, you feel Mark do the same, his tongue at your shoulder, licking up a splatter of red. 
You don’t care if people are watching, not when you have Jaehyun’s mouth on your collarbones, Mark sucking at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. Mark’s hands are on your hips, his body fitted up right behind yours. You know people can see you, people who have only known the three of you as the inseparable trio, not as this new three-headed sexual entity you’ve become tonight. 
You don’t care that both of your boys’ hands wander, sticky and red over your body, smearing your skin even more, bringing the dress to a state of ruin that you know you’ll never be able to bring it back from. 
When it gets to the point that you’re gasping, sighing their names, clutching at the pair of them while you grind back against Mark, Jaehyun decides to call it a night. 
“Come with me.” He murmurs the words against your lips, but then his hand glides over your shoulder, reaching behind you to touch Mark too. 
Jaehyun takes your hand, and you take Mark’s. He leads the way through the crowd, weaving the way back inside, up the stairs, heading for the bathroom this had all begun in tonight. 
Mark locks the door when you’re all inside. No interruptions this time. 
Jaehyun turns the shower on, letting the water heat as he pulls his shirt over his head. Mark mirrors Jaehyun. Shirts disappear, chests revealed, the sticky drips of the jelly blood run over their chests, one long trail of it even reaches Jaehyun’s abs, and it’s Mark that goes for that. 
You watch him drop to his knees in front of Jaehyun, raising his pretty dark eyes to look up at Jaehyun’s face when Mark’s mouth touches skin, his tongue flat against Jaehyun’s belly. 
Jaehyun lifts his arms up, tucking his hands behind his head with a low moan, his eyes closing as Mark locks higher, tracing the taste all the way to the source at Jaehyun’s throat. 
“Get in the shower, hyung,” Mark commands, his lips on Jaehyun’s skin. 
Jaehyun’s pants are gone in an instant. He nearly stumbles over them in his hurry to step backwards into the glass shower. 
Only then do you remember that you need to undress too. You’re not just here as a spectator. You’re a very willing and eager participant in this show. 
As you begin working your fingers down the laces of the corset top of this dress, Mark strips away his last layer. His ass is always so perfect, round and cute, you’ve wanted to sink your teeth into it on multiple occasions, and judging by the current bruise in the shape of a mouth that adorns one cheek, you wonder if someone has. If that someone is Jaehyun, maybe. 
Your fingers work a little faster, jerking at the laces as you watch Mark follow Jaehyun into the shower. He presses up against the elder, their bodies flush together when Mark pins Jaehyun to the wall, his mouth moving with feverish intensity across Jaehyun’s chest and throat, kissing higher and higher until Jaehyun’s head is tipped back against the wall with Mark’s face buried in his throat. 
“Fuck, Mark,” Jaehyun moans. His fingers clutch at Mark’s shoulders. “Right there.”
At last the last of your laces is loosened, and you slide the dress down your body, shimmying it over your hips until it pools at last around your feet. 
“Me too,” you beg as you join them at last under the shower’s warm spray. You press yourself up against Jaehyun’s side, and he pulls an arm away from Mark to loop it around your hips instead, his throat vibrating with another moan as your mouth joins Mark’s. 
It’s a little too crowded with both of you at his throat, and you each move at the same time to free up a little space. You claim Jaehyun’s lips, his mouth opening for you to dive in and explore, while at the same time Mark sinks to his knees again. 
You’re too preoccupied with the way Jaehyun’s tongue is tangling with yours to take much notice of what Mark is up to. Only when you feel his hand on your thigh, when you feel his other hand bump against your belly do you break the kiss with Jaehyun to look down. Jaehyun takes that opportunity to moan, swearing around Mark’s name. 
Mark has his lips around Jaehyun’s cock, suckling prettily at the tip. His hand on your thigh massages, drifting higher and lower again, driving you wild as his fingers approach the deep heat throbbing between your thighs, only to massage back down your thigh again. 
Jaehyun kisses the side of your head, his fingers brush your jaw, drawing your attention back to him. When your lips meet his again is right when Mark finally stops teasing, and his fingers glide right along your slit, offering your clit some of that sweet friction you crave. You gasp, and Jaehyun just smiles into the kiss. 
Mark is good at multitasking, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. He’s always busy, involved in multiple clubs as well as the frat. He can juggle multiple tasks simultaneously, and you’ve never understood how he’s able to do that so easily, but it impresses you. And that ability at multitasking has never impressed you more than right now as Mark sucks Jaehyun off and swirls his fingers smoothly against your clit, dipping his fingers back further occasionally to pick up some of the wetness gathering at your entrance. 
When Mark finally does sink his fingers inside your hungry cunt, you have to break away from Jaehyun, a loud moan forcing its way from your lips. Both of them laugh as the sound echoes off the tiles, and you hide your face against Jaehyun’s shoulder. 
“Do Mark’s fingers feel good, babe?” Jaehyun teases. “Wait til you feel his cock.”
Mark looks up, his lips pulled into a smirk while he takes a moment to just jerk Jae off, licking his lips while his eyes meet yours. “Not to brag, but Jaehyun loves my cock, so I’m sure you will too. He’s always crying and begging for more when I’m in him.” 
Mark’s grin shines brighter when he feels your pussy give a throb of arousal around his fingers. 
“Do you like that?” He asks, stroking his fingers along your walls. “Thinking of us together? Bet you didn’t imagine Jae was the one taking it, huh? Can you imagine him with his cock leaking across his belly, pink in the face from begging me for more. He’s a cockslut. Right, hyung?” 
Jaehyun huffs out a laugh, only slightly amused at Mark’s story. “Don’t act like you’re not the same exact way sometimes, Markie.  Need to be filled from both ends or you’re not satisfied, isn’t that right? Gagging around my fingers while I fuck you?”
The visuals they’re giving you are too much. You can picture it all in your mind, layered over the present image of Mark holding his tongue out as he swallows Jaehyun’s cock down again. 
That’s when Jaehyun starts to take a more aggressive approach to Mark’s blowjob rather than his passive stance before. He rocks his hips forward, his hand letting Mark’s hair tenderly while he fucks Mark’s mouth. 
You don’t blame Mark for slipping his hand away from you. His slick fingers slide down the back of your thigh, holding on instead of fingering you. Your cunt throbs, hungry for attention, and you could touch yourself but why do that when there’s two men here with you? For the moment, you decide, you’ll focus on Jaehyun along with Mark. 
You consider dropping to your knees too. Sharing Jaehyun’s cock with Mark, mouths meeting around The shaft or the tip, both of you getting your faces painted with his cum. You can imagine it, but Mark’s sunken into the bliss of Jaehyun’s cock ramming down his throat, so you leave that to him alone. 
Instead you pay your attention to another spot you know Jaehyun has a weakness for. 
His sensitive nipples were something you found out about long before you started hooking up. One day hanging out with him and Mark, Mark had playfully twisted Jaehyun’s nipple through his shirt as retribution for something, and Jaehyun had moaned, his whole body twitching. He’d tackled Mark to the ground shortly after that, pinning the younger man beneath him and telling him in a voice just loud enough for you to hear that Mark knew how sensitive his nipples were, he couldn’t believe he would do that to him when they were in public. Maybe you should have known then that there was something a little more than just friendship between them, because Mark had followed that up with a laugh and touching Jaehyun’s ass in a pretty suggestive way before Jaehyun crawled off of him. 
Since that day, you’ve taken advantage of the knowledge of Jaehyun’s sensitive nipples several times. Tonight you do as well. 
“Really?” He groans when you drop your hand to tweak his right nipple, and he says, “You're both so—“ 
Whatever you and Mark are both so, you don’t find out. Jaehyun’s voice cuts off in a moan as Mark presses his mouth all the way down around Jaehyun, swallowing around him, his nose pressed against Jaehyun’s abdomen. 
You kiss down Jaehyun’s chest until your tongue meets the pert bud of his left nipple, your fingers still working over the other one. 
Jaehyun moans, short bursts of the sounds, quiet enough that with the shower running you doubt anyone outside of the bathroom can hear, but it’s near-constant. He presses his chest away from the shower wall against your lips and hand, your teasing ministrations at his nipples, driving a blush high into his cheeks and ears. 
Your tongue flicks over his nipple, his hips rocking forward, driving his cock down Mark’s throat. Your best friend takes it so well, his throat open and eyes lifting to watch you and Jaehyun. His hands brace on Jaehyun's thighs. 
“Mark, Mark,” Jaehyun moans, his fingers spreading across the back of Mark’s neck. “Want you to swallow it for me, bro. Be a good boy.”
And then he’s cumming. His abs go taut, his eyes close, he presses his hand against the back of Mark’s neck while he pushes his hips flat against Mark’s face. You hold your mouth against his chest, still lightly swirling your finger around the other nipple. 
When Jaehyun’s hand falls away, Mark starts moving again, sucking slowly, bobbing his head on Jaehyun’s cock. Jaehyun moans softly, his hips rocking gently to match Mark, until Mark finally pulls back, and Jaehyun’s soft cock slips from his lips. 
He stands quickly, reaching for you, his hand against your neck bringing you in for a kiss. As you angle your head slightly, as Mark leans in, you realize you can see some of Jaehyun’s cum dribbling from Mark’s lips. What you don’t realize until he’s already kissing you, is that Mark’s mouth is still full of Jaehyun’s cum. 
Mark’s tongue darts out between his lips, sliding against yours, teasing you into opening your mouth. And the moment you do, Mark seals his mouth against yours and pushes Jaehyun’s cum from his tongue to yours. It’s a stickier kiss than you’ve ever experienced, the taste bitter but sexy on your tongue. Mark pulls back enough that Jaehyun can see the sticky, creamy press of your lips, the passage of cum from tongue to tongue. It’s filthy and strange and hot. 
You kiss him until the cum is gone, until your lips tingle, and Mark slows the kiss. You want to reach for his hand, or Jaehyun’s, or both of them, and bring their fingers between your thighs. But they get distracted with each other again before you can do it. 
As soon as Mark is parted from your face, Jaehyun lands a hand on his shoulder. 
“I told you to swallow it,” Jaehyun tells him. 
Mark nods, his eyes crinkling as his smile grows. “Yeah, but you have to admit, that was so much better, dude.”
“Really, you’re gonna call me dude when your mouth still tastes like my cum?” Jaehyun asks, tightening his hold on Mark’s shoulder. 
Mark sticks his tongue out, a childish response, but Jaehyun darts forward, sucking Mark’s tongue into his mouth. 
Mark’s cock bumps against your thigh as he twists, the tangle of your three bodies together beneath the shower’s spray meaning there’s not a part of any of you that’s not touching the other two. 
“Hyung,” Mark’s voice comes out as a whine. “Dude, touch me or something.”
It’s you that slips your hand in between your bodies, fingers sliding over the last remnants of fake blood, the majority of which has been washed off by the shower you’re all not really using. Mark moans when your fingers circle the base of his cock. 
Jaehyun’s hand explores around behind your back, sliding against your hip, over your bottom, and then down between your legs when he fills you with two of his fingers. 
“You’re so wet right now for us, babe,” Jaehyun murmurs the words against Mark’s lips, but you know they’re meant for you. “Which one of us do you want to fuck you?”
Mark groans, pushing away from Jaehyun’s chest. “You just came, dude! Don’t be fucking selfish with her.”
You want Mark. That would be true even if Jaehyun wasn’t the one who’d just been given an orgasm, if he wasn’t still soft against your hip. Mark’s been setting your senses wild all night, like a series of fireworks embedded deep inside you. 
“Can we move this from the shower?” You ask, then say, “Then I want Mark. But I can take both of you, Jae. Don’t want you to feel left out.”
Mark nods. “Right. Shower sex is hot, but I don’t know about a threesome in here. Sounds a little too slippery and dangerous.”
So the sex is put on pause for a couple minutes. The three of you shower off, rinsing away the last of the fake blood. That’s not to say that hands don’t wander, that lips don’t chase shampoo suds down your neck to your chest. 
Mark watches as Jaehyun palms your tits, claiming to be “washing” you while really he’s mostly just teasing your nipples. 
You’re clean first, stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around you from the linen closet just inside the door. Mark’s next, grabbing a towel that he wraps loosely around his waist. He stoops to grab the clothes piled on the floor, and then he’s crowding you toward the door. 
“Better hurry, bro!” Mark calls as you get the bathroom door open. “We’re not waiting!”
You and Mark hurry across the hallway to Jaehyun’s bedroom. Mark dumps the dirty clothes on the floor in here, then he drops his towel. You let yours fall as well. 
“God, forgive me,” Mark groans, staring right at you. “I really love your tits.”
You laugh, spreading your arms as Mark approaches. He crouches slightly, arms wrapping around your waist, his mouth going right to your tits, and when he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his hips. 
Mark moans against your chest, holding one arm secure around your lower back while he brings his other hand to cup your tit, squeezing gently while his mouth covers the nipple of the same breast. 
You sigh his name, combing your fingers through his hair. 
In his arms like this, with his lips sucking sweetly at your tit, you feel like you’ve made all the right decisions tonight. Mark walks backwards towards Jaehyun’s bed, sitting down heavily on the edge when his knees bump into the bedframe. 
You can’t resist grinding against him, not now when you’re sat in his lap, his cock rubbing right up against your slit. “Mark,” his name falls, breathless from your lips, “Need you to fuck me.”
He hums against your chest, kissing from one breast to the other, and he loosens his arm from your waist to bring that hand up to your chest as well. Mark presses your tits together, his lips passing back and forth between the nipples, and your mind is going slightly haywire from that and from the way that you’ve found the perfect angle to grind against his cock—your clit rubbing right against his tip, precum leaking from him making the glide even easier. 
Neither of you hesitate to continue when the door opens behind you. You can hear the party still going outside, down below you in the house, but when the door shuts again, the sound diminishes. 
Jaehyun settles down on the bed beside Mark, and you turn to look at him. His skin is all pink from the shower, hair dripping down his face. His cock is half-hard again, resting against his thigh as he looks at you and Mark. 
“Should’ve known I’d find you buried in her tits, Mark,” Jaehyun says. “He’s always been obsessed with them. First time we met you, before we were even friends, he was going on and on afterwards about how pretty your boobs looked. Talked about titty-fucking quite a bit with Jungwoo, if I remember right.”
Mark pulls one hand away only long enough to flip Jaehyun off, before he’s brought it back to your chest. 
You laugh. You wouldn’t mind Mark titty-fucking you, but first tonight you want him to properly fuck you. 
“Jae,” your voice is husky, half a moan at all times as you continue working your clit against Mark’s cock. “Can you grab a condom?”
“Of course, babe,” he agrees, leaning up to press a single kiss to your lips before he’s moving away, over to the desk drawer where he keeps his condoms, lube, and refined selection of toys. When he returns, Jaehyun kneels on the floor in front of Mark. He taps your bottom, presses a hand against your hip, and you get the message. You tip Mark backwards onto his back so you’re over top of him, your hips lifted away from his cock now. 
He pulls his mouth away from your tits, complaining a little as your heat has pulled away from his cock. But his complaint dies on his lips as soon as Jaehyun’s hand wraps around him. You hear the tearing open of the condom’s packaging, the foil wrapper being tossed away, and then Mark moans, his head tipped back on Jaehyun’s bed. Your tits still hover above his mouth, and honestly, you’re a little tempted to lower your chest, to smother Mark a little with your tits. 
Jaehyun works the condom down over Mark’s length, jerking his hand over his erection until Mark is rocking his hips up off the bed, ready to bury himself inside you. 
You’re ready for it too, but before Jaehyun helps either of you out with that wish, you feel his fingers pressing inside you. 
Jaehyun stretches you around his fingers, his lips brushing against your ass cheek. “Gotta stretch you well for him,” he says. 
Mark lifts his head, again devoting his lips to pleasuring your tits while Jaehyun fingerfucks you. Under the combined power of the two, it’s not long before you’re trembling, your body pressing back on Jaehyun’s fingers, craving the orgasm that’s at his fingertips. He’s got you stretched well enough for Mark, you know he does, he’s just teasing now, and you cry out for it, telling him you just need to cum. 
“Then cum for us,” Jaehyun says, his voice deep, and his tongue brushes right around where his fingers enter you. 
Your pussy sinks down around Jaehyun’s fingers until you meet his palm. You want more. Want it deeper and bigger. You need Mark. 
Jaehyun knows exactly what you need, pulling his fingers away, and immediately Mark’s tip is there against you. He lifts his hips without a second of hesitation, driving his cock right into you. Your body flashes with heat and tingling pleasure, cumming as soon as Mark enters you, and it’s so good, cumming as he fucks your tight pussy, your walls hugging around his cock in a warm welcome. 
His mouth falls away from your tits. All you can do is pant and moan, lifting yourself up to sit down fully on his cock. Your thighs feel a bit like jelly, but you work yourself down on Mark’s cock, riding your hips in circles and rocking in his lap, grinding on him in just the right way that he’s in constant exhilarating contact with your G spot. 
A second orgasm quickly follows the first because of that. 
Mark takes over then, his hands on your hips as he cants his hips off the bed, thrusting up into you while you drape yourself forward over him. 
“Kiss me,” he tells you. “Want you to kiss me.”
You turn your head to the side, lips seeking Mark’s though the first connection is a miss with your lips landing beside his nose when he gives a thrust that nearly knocks you off-balance. But then your lips find Mark’s, and this is so much better than your first kiss with him from a few hours ago.
Jaehyun touches you both. You can feel his hands along your thighs, your ass, your back. You feel it too when the back of his hands brush your thighs while he touches Mark. You can hear the change in pitch in Mark’s moans when Jaehyun touches him in ways you can’t see. 
Mark’s hips lift off the bed, again and again, thrusting roughly into you as his orgasm approaches. You can feel a third one rising in you as well, your belly going tight, and your clit feels so sensitive as Jaehyun reaches around you, thumbing at the swollen nub. 
Marks breathing picks up, panting against your lips, your kiss barely more than lips just brushing while you each feel the first effects of your orgasms, tendrils of pleasure spreading through you before the final burst. 
Jaehyun pinches your clit, and you feel your orgasm bubble burst, the knot in your belly releases, and you rock down to meet Mark’s rapid thrusts as his climax catches up to him too. He fills the condom, moaning your name and Jaehyun’s, fucking you through his orgasm with slower rolls of his hips until at last he drops his ass down against the bed and stays there. 
You pull off of him, slumping onto the side. You’re so sensitive that you shudder when you close your legs, but Jaehyun’s there, soothing kisses along your thighs, over your belly. He kisses higher and higher until his lips meet yours. 
Distantly, you’re aware of Mark getting up, disposing of the condom. You think he leaves the room too, but your awareness doesn’t stretch quite that far. He’s back before you’re finished kissing Jaehyun, and Mark settles back down on the bed, getting comfortable with his head on one of Jaehyun’s pillows. He’s dressed, blinking sleepily. 
You leave the room too, going to pee before you come crawling back. Jaehyun’s left a shirt out for you to put on, but you skip it, just crawling naked back into bed beside him. He’s in his underwear, looking up at the ceiling, and as you lie down, you reach for him, your hand sliding over the front of his underwear. 
“Stop,” he says, brushing your hand away. 
“But what about you?” You reach for Jaehyun, but he captures your hands. “You didn’t get to cum again.”
“I’m fine, I promise.” He lifts your hand to his face, kissing your knuckles. “You’re clearly done. You should sleep. Mark’s already halfway there.”
Mark makes a little grunt of acknowledgement. 
“Go on,” Jaehyun prods you gently, and you roll onto your other side, tucking yourself up against Mark. 
Jaehyun leaves the bed for a moment, quietly moving around the room. He turns the light off, locks the door, he lays a blanket over you and Mark before he settles back down behind you. 
“Next time,” Jaehyun tells you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back. “Next time we’ll fuck you together. How’s that sound?”
It sounds like a promise, like something to look forward to. You’re exhausted tonight, well satisfied with everything that’s transpired, but you can’t help letting your mind wander to all the different possibilities now that there are three of you. 
You tuck your head against Mark’s shoulder, settling against him while Jaehyun continues rubbing your back. 
In this moment, wrapped in their arms and their comforting presences, you’ve never felt stronger about the two of them. They’re your best friends, in the most absolute and true way. Adding sex into the equation with them just seemed like the natural next step, just building on this solid foundation you’ve established over the last couple years. You love them, wholeheartedly. Not necessarily in a romantic way, but in the way that feels like soulmates, like no matter what happens in the future, no matter if your paths diverge, if this sexual relationship doesn’t continue, you will always love them in the purest way. 
Overcome with that feeling, you just need to let it. 
“I love you both,” you tell them, your words a little distorted by your cheek against his shoulder. “There’s no one else I would do this with.”
Mark makes a small happy sound, wrapping his arm around your hip, mumbling back easily, “Love you both, too.”
Jaehyun is quiet for a moment, a thoughtful silence, one that makes you wish you could see his face right then, but you’re comfortable so you’re not moving. And you’re glad you didn’t shift because a moment later you feel the heat of his presence against your back, and then his lips leave a kiss against the back of your head. 
You hear the soft sound too as he lifts his head away from yours and leaves a kiss on Mark’s cheek. 
“I love you two.” And there’s a depth, a weight behind his words that make you wonder, how deep is his love?
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yeoosaangg · 5 months
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Everyday || Kinktober - Day 18
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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
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multifanhoe99 · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 27- Body Mods
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Pairings: Tattoo artist!Ten x Fem!Reader x Tattoo artist!Taeyong
Warnings: Unsanitary workspace (kinda they do clean in between it's just not specified), nicknames (Our girl, baby, darling), oral (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.
=Let me know if I missed any.=
18+ MDNI
PROMPT LIST
MASTERLIST
You loved Ten and Taeyong. They were your best friends and you loved being their canvas. Having friends who were tattoo artists was the best. You always got their best work when they were feeling creative and just wanted to do some ink. Today was one of those days but, today was a little different.
"Are you ready for us to start," Taeyong said.
You lay on the table with no shirt and no bra, "Yep," you said.
"Alright," Ten said. You were getting an underbust tattoo and you weren't nervous about it but, you were nervous about being so exposed in front of them. As Ten began to prep the area, you couldn't help but feel your body shiver under his touch. His fingers were rough and calloused from years of tattooing, but they felt gentle as they traced the outline of your tattoo. Taeyong stood next to him, his eyes locked on your exposed skin.
"You're so beautiful," Taeyong whispered, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
Ten chuckled, "Focus, Taeyong. We have work to do."
You closed your eyes as Ten started the first line of the tattoo. The pain seared through your skin, but you were used to it. You had gotten tattoos from them before, and you trusted them completely.
As Ten worked on his side, Taeyong leaned in closer, his breath warm on your neck. "You know, we could make this a little more fun," he murmured.
You opened your eyes to see him smirking down at you. "What do you mean?" you asked.
Taeyong's eyes glinted mischievously, "I mean, we could make this tattoo session a little more... intimate."
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from your ear, "I know you've always had a thing for us, and we've always had a thing for you."
Your heart raced as you felt their eyes on you, their hands now tracing patterns on your skin. You had always been attracted to both of them, but you never thought they felt the same way. Now, as their hands roamed over your body, you realized that they did. Ten's lips found yours, his kiss deep and urgent. You felt Taeyong's hands slide down your body, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pants.
"We want you," Ten whispered against your lips, "Do you want us?"
You could only nod, your body already on fire from their touch. Taeyong pulled your pants and panties down, exposing you to his eyes.  
He looked between you and Ten, a smirk on his face, "Ready?"
You nodded, and in an instant, you felt Taeyong's tongue find your clit. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth. Ten's lips found yours again, his tongue tangling with yours as his own hands traced patterns on your sensitive skin.
Taeyong began to lick you, his tongue running circles around your clit. His hands slid between your legs, spreading them apart as he moved closer. The sensation was overwhelming and you moaned loudly into Ten's mouth.
"Shh," Ten said, his lips finding yours again, "We don't want anyone to hear us."
"I don't care," you moaned, pulling Ten's head back to you.
"Neither do I," Taeyong said, his tongue running down your slit, "I want the whole world to see what I'm doing to you."
Ten kissed you as the pleasure intensified between your legs. Taeyong's tongue danced circles around your clit, his hands pulling your ass closer to his face. You closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure build up inside of you. Suddenly, Ten pushed you off of him, his eyes hungry with lust. "I want to see you ride Taeyong's face. I want to see how wet you are for him."
You nodded, intoxicated by the sight of him. You crawled off the table, stumbling towards Taeyong. He pulled his shirt off as you approached him, his cock already hardening at the sight of you. You straddled his face, feeling his tongue run up your slit again.
"God, you're so wet," he groaned as he licked you. His hands pulled your body down towards him, his tongue still lapping at your clit. Ten watched you, his eyes hungry with lust.
"I want to watch her fuck you," Taeyong said. You moaned as Taeyong's tongue went back to licking you up and down, teasing your clit. You felt his fingers slide into you, pressing against your G-spot. Your moans grew louder as you felt him slide his fingers in and out of you. You looked over at Ten as he unbuckled his belt. He stepped out of his pants, his cock straining against his underwear.
"Come here," he said, stepping close to you.
You reached down and pulled his underwear down, his cock springing free. You slid off of Taeyong's face but, before he could protest, Ten was lifting you up. He sat you on the table and pulled you towards him, his cock finding your entrance. He slid his cock inside of you, and you moaned loudly.
"Oh, god," you moaned. Taeyong smirked at you as he stood up, his own cock standing at attention.
"You look so good," he said. He stroked his cock as he watched you ride Ten. "I want to fuck you next."
Ten began a steady pace. Taeyong moved in front of you. You felt his cock slide into your mouth. You moaned around his cock, your whole body tingling with pleasure. Ten held your hips in place as you rode him, your moans growing louder as Taeyong's cock slid in and out of your mouth.
"Oh, god, Ten," you moaned as he fucked you harder. You could feel yourself getting closer to climaxing, as you sucked harder on Taeyong's cock.
"This is so hot," he moaned. "I can't wait to feel you cum on my cock."
You moaned louder as you felt your release build up inside of you. Taeyong's hands found your breasts, his fingers pulling on your nipples as Ten's cock slid in and out of you.
"Oh, fuck," Ten moaned. "I'm gonna cum."
"Fuck me," you moaned. "Cum inside of me."
Ten's moans grew louder as he pulled you towards him, his cock sliding out of you. You felt him cum on your stomach, and you could feel your own orgasm building up inside of you.
"Fuck," you groaned as your orgasm crashed through you. Taeyong grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, his cock filling you as you rode out your orgasm. He began to thrust into you faster and faster, your body shivering with pleasure as you rode it out.
"I love filling you up," Taeyong moaned. "I love watching your face as I fuck you."
You moaned in response, your mind too far gone to reply. You felt his cock slide in and out of you faster and faster. "Oh, god," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me," you moaned. You could feel your body begin to tense up again. Your moans grew louder as you felt your orgasm build up again. You felt Taeyong's cock slide in and out of you faster and faster, and then you felt his fingers slide to your clit. He rubbed small circles around it as he fucked you.
"Oh, god, I'm cumming again," you moaned. You could feel the pleasure build as he rubbed your clit. You felt him thrust into you as you rode your orgasm, his cock filling you as you came.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," he moaned, his fingers continuing to work your clit. He thrust into you twice more and then pulled out. You felt him cum on you, his cum mixing with Ten's on your stomach. Your body was still shaking as you lay there on the table, the ecstasy slowly fading from your body. Ten was standing behind you, his hand rubbing your back.
"You guys want a drink?" Taeyong asked his hands on your hips. You nodded, suddenly feeling exhausted from the orgasm. Ten helped clean you and the table up while Taeyong grabbed you all bottled water from the fridge.
"C'mon," he said after you all had time to get redressed and relaxed.
As he picked you up, you said, "Hey, where are we going?"
Ten carried you back to the table and laid you down.
"We gotta finish your tattoo, baby," he said, kissing you on the forehead. "I didn't think you'd be able to walk."
"I think I can make it," you said.
"I don't think you can," Taeyong said, as he joined Ten in walking towards the table. They laid you down on the table again and soon, you had a beautiful underbust tattoo done by your two favorite boys.
"It looks great, doesn't it?" Ten said, admiring it.
"Yes," you said, a smile on your face. "It does. Thank you guys for the tattoo and well for everything else."
"Anything for our girl," Taeyong said.
You questioned, "Our girl?"
Ten laughed, "I thought we just made it pretty obvious that you are our girl, darling." You smiled, never in a million years did you think you could pull either one of them much less both yet, here you were. One more tattoo and two new boyfriends.
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A/N: Another catch-up! I am almost done! I will be finishing Kinktober on time I promise!
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neowinestainedress · 1 year
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SWEET DECEPTION
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TITLE: SWEET DECEPTION | part of the INFERNO event
PAIRING: demon!haechan x incusub!jeno x fairy!jaemin x duplicating shadow!johnny x tentacle monster!yuta x ghost!jaehyun x fem!human!reader
GENRE: smut, monsterfucking, halloween themed, pwp
SUMMARY: on Halloween, nothing is as it seems. You end up in a room with six guys thinking they have amazing costumes only to be struck by reality when it’s too late; those are not costumes at all. But remember, on October 31, nothing is as it seems.
WARNINGS: smut, gangbang, monsterfucking, unprotected sex, dubcon, mind reading, aphrodisiacs, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m), dirty talk, praise, degradation, fingering, hate fuck (only with haechan), choking (m/f), light predator/prey undertones, anal fingering, anal sex, spitroasting, double penetration (two holes and one hole), triple penetration, tentacles sex, overstimulation, dumbification, too much c*m, dom!nct x sub!reader (some switchy dynamics with haechan), just filth, pure filth if i missed smt lmk
WORD COUNT: 19.550k
A/N: I wrote this mess in less than a week, I deserve head pats for this. I don’t even know what to say, I’m sorry?? You’re welcome?? I hope you’ll like it?? I just know after writing this I need a three years detox from multiple members’ smut (and smut in general). Also, my second 2nd pov long fic, let me know what you think, please.
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“We need to do something for Halloween,” Ningning huffs, skimming through the dresses in the closet, trying to look for something to wear. She turns around, rolling her eyes at you, too focused on your book. “You’re not even listening,” she whines, throwing a pillow at you uselessly since you catch it immediately.
“Go out,” you reply, face still snuggled in the pages of the heavy book in your hands. “There are plenty of parties in town.”
“No,” your friend whines, giving up picking an outfit and sitting at the edge of the bed. “Like we need to do something, you never go out.”
You sigh, lowering the book to look at her for a second. “I simply have different interests, and you know it.”
“Yeah, your boring books, and whatever you do closed in the library all day, and the weird plants you grow.”
A chuckle rolls out of your lips, “The only time I came to one of your parties nothing interesting happened. There was nobody that sparked up my interest. I like interesting… people,” you reply with a shrug.
“You like people? Because I’ve never seen you interact with one. And the only time a boy talked to you, you looked like a pathetic mess. What even was his name? Jack?”
You nod mindlessly, but oh, if you remember him. It was… fun. 
“You need to get off those books, I could show you some new friends, I’m sure you’ll love them.”
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In the end, you let your friend convince you; you would’ve done anything as long as Ningning stopped nagging and crying about how you couldn’t leave her alone. As if she wasn’t going to leave you alone as soon as you arrived at this party she decided to go; one glimpse at an average-looking man and she was gone.
And as you expected, it went exactly that way. Ningning had disappeared and you were standing alone in that crowd of people, with the promise of a terribly boring night ahead. 
“Kinda eye-catching, don’t you think so?” 
You turn around startled by the deep voice resonating in the kitchen and see a tall man wearing a peculiar… dress. It’s black with a cape and the sleeves are moving around him almost as if an air-fanning mechanism is hiding underneath. Other than that his costume is normal, with no make-up on his face and silky black hair pulled back, barely visible under the fabric. 
“Are you talking to me?” 
He smirks, quickly glancing you up and down. “Of course, you’re the only one here,” he replies before whispering, “and the only one screaming for attention.” 
You laugh, rather embarrassed when he flies right in front of you, making you take a step back and press your back against the counter. “Screaming for attention?” 
“They’re all dressed in black or dark colours, playing demons or characters and you’re here, alone, in the kitchen dressed like an angel.” 
“Angels don’t ask for attention,” you chuckle, turning around to finish pouring yourself a drink. 
“Water?” Another voice comes from behind you, too close to you, actually. 
“Oh, wow,” you gasp when turning around you see his costume; black horns on top of his head, a red tail following behind, and then… necklaces? Rings? A crown? 
“I’m a mammon… for tonight,” he smirks, tongue running on his teeth as he looks at you with a smug expression. At your confused face, he laughs. “Greed, honey. Why do you think I have all this gold on me?” 
“Oh, sure,” you hum, looking down at the floor, feeling surrounded and to the point of surrendering to something you don’t even know. “It’s beautiful.” 
 “Thanks, angel. You look ethereal,” he compliments but there’s something in his tone you can’t describe, almost as if he’s secretly telling you something he can’t say out loud. 
“Haechan,” the other calls, making him look behind you. “Quit playing.” 
The man you found out to be named Haechan rolls his eyes and huffs loudly. “Thought we just started playing.” 
You feel kinda left out, and expect them to go on with their antic, maybe being able to slip away from them, but the other man talks to you. 
“Don’t mind him, he’s a child.” 
“She’s a child for picking water as a drink,” Haechan cuts him off, moving you from your position with a rough movement. 
“Careful,” the man in the shadow costume comments, “she’s fragile.” 
“I’m not,” you reply with a forced smile on your face, feeling more and more out of place, and trying to glimpse outside to see Ningning because how was it possible she always puts you in these situations? 
“Looking for somebody?” Another voice brings you to earth again and when you blink your eyes to focus closer to you, you see another odd figure standing in front of you. Why is everyone so well dressed at this party? You made a last-minute attempt to put together all the white clothes you owned and finished it with wings and a halo you bought the day before the party.
“Oh, just a friend, in case she wants to leave,” you answer, adding a giggle at the end of the sentence to hide how you don’t like the shift in the room. 
“Tentacle,” he replies to your unvoiced questions, making you look away after you stared at him just for too long. “Don’t worry, angel,” he snickers close to your ears. “I don’t mind when people stare. They can do amazing things.” 
You feel like you want to die, so you turn around, only to be met with the man of before and… three other men? Where were they coming from? A fairy? A ghost? And another — supposed — demon you couldn’t name? 
“Oh, you took time with your costumes, they look… realistic.” 
They all laugh, leaving you perplexed. “Is it a bad thing?” 
“No, honey,” the fairy talks. “Yours is very realistic too, but I think the one wearing it makes it so realistic.” He winks, making you avoid his gaze. 
“Hell, stop being so cheesy, Jaemin,” the other demon comments, slapping his friend’s arms. You chuckle, shaking your head. 
“Drink this,” Haechan says, handing you a glass. 
You quirk a brow, staring at the liquid in the glass and trying to get what it is. It’s strong and it smells like a weird mix but you can’t look too sure about it, so you gulp and grab it from his… hand. Is that even a hand? 
“What’s this?” 
“Something stronger than your bland water.” 
“How much stronger?” 
“It’s good,” the shadow says and only then you realize that his voice sounds different too, almost as if it’s not really there, but it doesn’t look like he has a mic to distort the sound. “Want me to drink first?” 
“No, no,” you reply, holding the glass closer to your body and then bringing the cup to your lips. You regret throwing it down in one single shot because it’s too strong for you to handle and you’d like to fake it didn’t affect you but it did, and you cough, covering your mouth and bending slightly to hide your face. 
“You two are so ruthless on this poor thing.” You jump when you feel a tentacle resting on your back. 
“It moves?” You forget immediately the alcohol that burned in your throat a few seconds ago, staring at the man next to you with wide eyes. 
“I spent an entire year trying to make it work,” he explains. “Can’t show you the trick because it will ruin the magic but yes, it does.” 
You hum, trying to water down the burning sensation by swallowing more saliva but your throat feels dry, you’re surrounded and you have not the smallest idea of where Ningning could be. 
“I should go,” you say but the ghost and the demon are at the door in a second. 
“Why don’t you come play with us in a quieter place?” 
You chuckle, shaking your head, “I don’t even know your names how can I trust you? I barely can guess the costumes you picked.” 
“Jaehyun, the ghost,” he smiles, handing you his hand before he pulls back before you can shake it. You find it odd but the man beside him doesn’t give you the chance to focus on it. 
“Jeno, an incubus.” 
“An incubus…” you panic for a second, staring into his eyes for more and relaxing when nothing happens and he still looks at you with the same hungry, lustful eyes. “The sex demon, right?” 
“Yeah,” he replies, smirking. “I usually love explaining this in other circumstances.” 
You snort, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “Get dressed like one often?” 
“Nah, only every Halloween, I’m quite close to this old mass of clothes and makeup.” 
Someone coughs and you both turn around to stare at the tentacle man. “It’s rude to act as if the room is empty.” 
“Sorry.” 
“Yuta, by the way. I guess you’re smart enough to understand what I am, right?” 
You nod, wanting to ask more questions about the choice but the sneeze you make when someone comes closer to you stops you.  
“It must be the glitters,” the fairy says, reaching out his hand. “I’m Jaemin, never caused allergic reactions before.” 
You chuckle, nodding. “No, it’s fine, it’s fine, seriously. I like the colours,” you add, eyes longing on the beautiful blue of his wings and how perfectly it merged with the green of the rest of the costume. Finding him cute; beautiful dark, blonde hair half-hidden under a small hat and a bright smile on his face. 
“Aren’t you cold?” The white shirt exposes more than half of his chest, and the pants reach only past his knees. 
“Aren’t you half naked?” Haechan responds instead, receiving a smack from the shadow next to him. 
“I’m Johnny,” the man finally lets you know his name but not who he is. “A duplicating shadow, quite hard to replicate but I think I did an amazing job, right?” 
“It’s amazing. I like the way they move, I wouldn’t waste a second trying to make these wings bat, not even if they paid me,” you laugh, referring to the cheap wigs you bought last minute, and then your eyes land on the demon that’s looking at you. 
“You already know who I am.” 
“Yeah, he’s a fan of big entrances,” Jaehyun huffs, walking closer to you. 
“Now that you know us, do you trust us?” Jeno speaks with eagerness in his voice, it’s so evident and in character, it makes you chuckle but only internally. 
“Where would we even go? We can’t just wander around the place.” 
Yuta smiles, “Glad we know you’re not a rude guest but, honey, we threw this party.” 
“And you’d leave your guests here? Without you?” 
Yuta glances over your shoulders, the mass of bodies swinging to the music, and then smirks at you. “Pretty sure they’re all having fun, you, on the other hand…” 
Well, the night was young, and you didn’t have anything better to do, so what could’ve gone wrong? 
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You’re not sure if something went wrong but you’re sure that things aren’t going right either. 
Time is passing by — you have no idea how much time passed — and nothing happened yet. They flaunt their costumes and make weird jokes you wished you didn’t understand. But you’re still there, sitting on a red couch in one of the rooms on the upper floor as you watch them do their things. 
“Angel is getting bored,” Jaemin shouts, finally bringing your attention back to you. 
“We are working for her,” Johnny says. 
“Working?” You raise a brow, tilting your head. “You’re just strolling around in your silly, little costumes.” 
“Nobody ever told you you’re too feisty to be an angel?” Haechan tells you, slightly offended by your words. 
You click your tongue and shrug, “I usually don’t go around like this.” 
When he’s on top of you, you gulp. “Maybe you should try to take acting classes and fit into the character.” 
You laugh, “It’s so funny because all it took was a stupid bad comment against your costume and you gave me exactly what I wanted. Attention.” 
You see Johnny hold back a grin from the corner of your eyes and some of them laugh lowly at their friends, while Haechan only huffs and steps back. 
“Annoying.” 
“Come here, angel,” Johnny calls, patting his thigh, sitting on the table in front of you. “Do you know how to play beer pong?” 
“Not really, stopped going to college a long time ago,” you say, “not really a long time ago, it feels liberating to be free from that.” 
“It’s okay, we don’t mind old women,” Jaehyun chuckles when you stutter. 
“I’m not old, I’m… experienced.” 
“Experienced?” Yuta asks. 
“Yeah, one year of college is equivalent to ten years of life.” 
“You’re funny,” he says. 
“Thanks, better than annoying.” 
“You’re still annoying,” Haechan retorts, and you see he’s slouched on another couch, eating fruit as if he’s a king or something. He probably is totally convinced of being one. 
“Why don’t you teach me how to play? You should be greedy to get a prize?” 
He shakes his head. “The prize is not material. Is just some boobs and funny pictures.” 
“Boobs?” 
“Don’t listen to him, it’s not as perverted as it sounds,” Johnny says, glaring at him before offering you a reassuring smile. “We make the losing team take off their clothes and do a random dare without clothes.” 
“Oh,” you gasp. “I think I’ll watch.” 
“I think we need three members each,” Yuta says, dragging you close to the table with a tentacle and when you feel it on your skin you wonder how realistic it can be, well, based on how accurate the descriptions of tentacles can be.
“Okay, but it’s just one item of clothes,” you say. “Please,” you ask, batting your eyelashes at them. 
“Fuck, if you ask so nicely,” Jeno groans, moving to the other side of the table followed by Jaehyun and Jaemin. 
“Remember the rules,” Johnny says when you’re divided into teams. 
“Yeah, no cheating,” Haechan remembers, standing up to watch from the sidelines. “No magic tricks.” 
“That’s boring,” Jeno huffs. 
“You’re the one that can do less so I wouldn’t complain.” 
“What are they talk—” you start to say but Johnny stops you.  
“They’re being idiots,” he says, glaring at them. “You remember how to play?” 
You nod, the explanation he and Yuta had given you before pressed in your brain. It wasn’t even like you had to remember something, you just had to be lucky that the ball was going to end in their cup and they were going to miss yours. 
But destiny doesn’t seem to be at your side tonight, and you suck at this without help. So you lose. 
“One thing off.” 
“This was to warm up, let’s make the worst of three rounds,” you say, “Come on, so we can play more.” 
“You don’t care about playing,” the demon retorts with a sound of disappointment. 
“I do.” 
“It’s because she’s not drinking,” Jaehyun says. 
“I am.” 
“You drunk once, the rest were all gulped by your knights in shiny armours,” Haechan comments. 
“Fine, I’ll drink more.” 
Jaehyun, Jaemin, and Jeno share a glance before nodding against their will. “Fine, but no more rules changing after this,” Jeno says and you see him boiling in his seat, it’s like he has this unlimited energy and can’t wait to get to something and you don’t know what it is. Too naïve to get he wants to get to you, the real prize of the night.  
“Deal.” 
You blame it on the alcohol dripping down your throat when you can barely hit one cup for the duration of the second game and Yuta and Johnny’s abilities aren’t enough to make you win. So the last one is the big match, and you don’t feel so confident anymore. 
“Scared, angel?” Jaemin asks, lifting a brow as he stares at you grabbing the white ping pong ball and getting ready to aim. 
“You wish.” 
You huff loudly when you miss and they laugh, even the ones that should side with you. 
“You’ll be luckier next time,” Haechan comments, winking, and then the game proceeds as usual. Your team catches up until it’s a tie, and the last shot is in Johnny’s hands. 
“Oh, oh,” Jeno cheers when he misses, and you can only stare at the cup on their side with an open mouth. 
“Sorry,” he whispers, not really sorry at all. 
You’re about to talk when Jeno cuts you off, “Scared of what will happen when I’ll make it?” 
You’d like to answer, ‘if you make it,’ but you keep quiet, biting your lips because you know he will make it, he’s promising it to you with the way his eyes stare into yours and you have to look away. 
Jeno smirks and then throws, so easily that the way he acts drives you madder than the fact that 1) you lost and 2) you have to get rid of one of your clothes. 
“Bingo, baby,” he chuckles before they are all on the other side of the table. But they don’t seem really interested in their two friends, all eyes are on you, all of them. 
Now that you look at them, you realize they’re not much dressed, if Johnny took off something he would completely ruin his costume. And you don’t understand Yuta’s costume, are the tentacles attached to his shirt or to a backpack?
You clear your throat, deciding to make the first step and your hands reach under your white skirt that’s barely reaching your mid-thigh. 
“Panties?” Jaehyun asks, tilting his head. 
You hum, “the skirt covers me anyway.” 
“Smart,” Jaemin comments, snickering. 
“Not really,” Haechan remarks but doesn’t explain why, he doesn’t want you to change your mind. So he stares deep into you and watches the matching white panties roll down your bare legs. “Mine,” he growls, ripping them from your hands as soon as they come off, sitting around your white plateau with the string around your ankles. 
“You’re so greedy,” Yuta huffs, rolling his eyes. 
“Wouldn’t be a mammon if I wasn’t, don’t you think so?” He barks back and then looks back at you. “You have to do something, don’t you remember?” 
You are only then reminded that it’s not over and you curse yourself at the dumb decision but you nod anyway. 
He licks his lips and looks at the others that nod. “Touch yourself.” 
Your mouth parts open and you stare at them in shock, chuckling hysterically as you think they are joking, they must be joking, right? But they are not, they are waiting patiently — not really — for your next move. 
“Are you stupid?” Jeno growls, his patience snapping once again and making you shake for a second. 
“No, I… I wasn’t the only one on the team,” you try to save yourself. 
“Right,” Jeno says. “Yuta, Johnny, make her sit on the table and spread her wide.” 
“What, no!” You scream, trying to squirm away from them but they are faster than you, immobilizing your legs, body, and arms with ease. The way their arms feel around you it’s weird, they don’t feel real and they definitely feel more than four. 
“Angel, seriously?” Haechan asks, walking closer to you now that you’re sitting on the edge of the table. “Why do you have to put up a fight when your panties are soaked?” Your body burns up when he brings them to his nose and smells them and you try to hide your face for being so exposed. 
“Do you have to watch?” 
“Of course, we do,” Jaehyun says, grabbing a chair to show you he’s going to enjoy the show. “Don’t act innocent, you could’ve taken off your shoes and you took off your panties, you are a tease.” 
You decide not to answer and instead let go of the firm hold of your legs to try to stop the other men from exposing you, and when they reach your skin, you jump. One is wet and the other doesn’t feel heavy like a hand. 
Your head snaps up and turns side to side to meet their eyes and you realize something is different. 
“It’s wet,” you whimper, looking at the tentacle on your leg.
“I told you I worked hard on it.” 
“It’s…” you stop, struggling to find the words that describe what you’re feeling, but apparently none of them cares about your doubts or fears. 
“We’re waiting,” Haechan reminds you and when you glance over you see they are sitting in front of you. 
You gulp and then bring two fingers to your lips, sucking them enough to get them wet. Some of them moan, some others groan and you feel your breath falter because Yuta — and especially Johnny — feel so all over you. 
“Lift her skirt up,” Jaemin orders them, and Yuta does what he asked, a slimmer tentacle wrapping on your tummy as it lifts the skirt, and he feels you shiver. 
“Nobody believes you find this weird,” he whispers next to your ear, a smirk can be heard in his voice as his lips brush over your neck. 
“It is weird,” you reply, voice dying in your throat. “But I like it.” 
“Good,” he growls, biting your earlobe and you moan. Eyes widening when you realize what you did. You avoid the others mocking eyes and you bring your fingers on your clit, starting to rub slowly, going with the same rhythm that brings you more pleasure. 
“You’re so pretty, angel,” Jeno comments, but he’s definitely not staring at you, his eyes are fixed between your legs, pointy and long tongue slipping past his lips in a smirk. 
You shiver when Johnny’s hand touches closer to your inner thigh, it’s soft, and light, incredibly light considering how big and strong he looks under that black mass floating around him and the dots don’t connect, nothing of this makes sense. 
“Slip one finger inside, angel,” the fairy man orders you, looking at you with a rather tender look, wings shaking hard behind him, glitters falling to the ground. 
And you obey, collecting the wetness that is dripping out of you shamelessly to stretch your pussy with a finger. It shouldn’t be so hot to have complete strangers ordering you to do such things, but it’s like your body is moving on its own. 
“Pretty sure you can do more than that,” Haechan comments, leg bouncing nervously, hands covered in rings clenching tight around your panties, trying to fool his needs that those are enough of you for now. 
“I don’t,” you reply shily. 
“Then I’m sure Yuta and Johnny can help.” 
Your mouth only opens to reply but shuts as soon as Yuta wraps a hand — you forgot he had one — around your wrists. 
“Want my fingers or something else?” 
Your first thought definitely doesn’t go to the tentacle but when he swings it in the air you try to squirm away. 
“Ca-can you put them away?” 
He laughs, and Johnny’s fingers slip between your legs, making you look away for a moment before Yuta grabs your face with a thin appendance, you glance behind him and you blink repeatedly, thinking that they keep coming out and you have no idea how that could happen. 
“What, angel? Thought you liked my costume,” he pouts, letting two other tentacles wrap around your covered boobs. 
“I — I do, but they seem too real,” you breathe out, mind fogging slowly as Johnny keeps moving his fingers inside and his thumb circles your clit. 
Yuta smirks, “And would it be a problem if they were real?” He asks, tentacle falling from your face to replace the hold with his hand, he likes it much better because he can squeeze you close to him, and make you believe he would be so sweet to kiss you but that doesn’t happen. “Would that be scary? Terrorizing, even, maybe.” 
Your throat is dry and you don’t know what to say. “You — you’d be a monster,” the laugh is broken in your throat, and it’s hard to push the other words out. “And monsters don’t exist.” 
“Oh, honey…” you hear Haechan comment with a taunting laugh. 
“Put them back,” you ask Yuta again, ignoring the demon’s comment. 
“They don’t terrify you now that they are wrapped around your tits,” he replies, squeezing the two on your chest more, sucking on the nipple, wetting through the fabric. 
At that, you jump. “Okay, wait, stop,” you try to squirm away from him and Johnny as you can’t believe anymore this is a joke. And they do let you go, watching you crawl back on the table, trying to close your legs and fix your clothes. 
“This is not funny,” you say, staring at them, chest huffing and heart racing. 
“Who said it was supposed to be funny?” Jaehyun asks, challenging you with a teasing look. 
“You, when you convinced me to come up here with you.” 
They chuckle as if your comment doesn’t faze them, as if your fear doesn’t faze them. You actually think it turns them on.  
“You were having a great time,” Johnny comments, smirking. 
“I should leave.” You don’t bother asking for your panties, knowing Haechan wasn’t going to give them to you, God knows what he was going to do with them, and you jump off the table, but when you look up Johnny is standing in front of you… two Johnny are standing in front of you. 
You’re frozen on the spot, looking back and forth between them, shaking your head and blinking trying to remember how much did you drink to be this drunk. 
“I love people’s confused expression when they see me,” he comments, but only one is talking and you’re even more confused than before, you look back and the others are unamused. 
“Who are you?” Your voice is shaking and you feel like you’re going insane, for all you know they probably drugged you and these were the effects, but apparently, the truth is even worst than that. 
“It’s me,” Johnny replies with a smile on his face. 
“It’s us,” the other him adds, looking at him. 
“Okay, whatever game of projections or shadow is not funny.” 
“Oh, it’s not a game of shadows, we are shadows,” one of the two comments and your back hits the table again, hands gripping the border tight. 
“Stay right there,” Johnny comments, walking to you, touching your chin, and his shadow follows. 
“I don’t understand,” you whisper, lifting your eyes to look into his, but you fail and stare at his lips before you curse yourself because it’s not the right moment, time, and place to be horny. 
“You don’t have to.” 
You nod, pretending to have given up, and then a brilliant idea hits you, if he’s a shadow — whatever that means — he’s not corporeal, so you can at least pass through his copy. 
So you smile and then look back. “Should we finish what we started?” 
The other smile, thinking it’s odd you accepted their nature so easily, wondering if you truly got it, but when you sprint to the door again, it all adds up. 
You scream when something wraps around you and lifts you in the air. You’re not fast enough, not as fast as Yuta’s tentacles. And only then you get that they’re not fake, that none of them it’s wearing a costume except you. 
They are no humans, and you are no angel. 
“Baby, baby, baby,” Yuta clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment. “Why are you running away from us when we were having so much fun?” He makes you sit on the table again, and Johnny reaches his side again. The others are standing, and you are completely blocked by him, tentacles secured around your wrists, tied together behind your back, and around your ankles, dangling from the table. 
“You scared me,” you justify. Your heart has never beaten so hard in your chest before, and shamelessly not even your pussy. 
“Somebody sucking your nipples scares you?” Haechan asks and you shake your head. 
“Those things — are — they are and you... I was seeing double,” you rant looking at Johnny, furrowing because he did scare you with that. 
“I am double,” he replies and the shadow pops up again, smirking at you. 
“Don’t pass out, baby, I know I’m hotter than him but it’s a bit too much.” 
“Shut up, Youngho, you’re my exact copy,” Johnny barks. 
“He has a name?” You ask in shock, brain spinning not able to comprehend anything of what’s going on.
“Unfortunately,” he replies before the shadow disappears before it can talk again. Copy of himself or not, Johnny can’t stand him for more than five minutes. 
“Can we focus on what matters?” Jeno groans. “Like you losing the game and the bet.” 
“I — I touched myself,” you reply, writhing when he comes closer to you. 
“But you didn’t come,” he whispers, tongue rolling out and it is long and pointy, then his eyes flash red and you see how sharp his canines are when his lip lifts in a smirk.  
“All of you are… real?” 
“You’re so dumb, angel,” Haechan comments with a mocking laugh. “Took you two hours to get it?” 
You frown but decide not to answer him, you have other things to focus on, for example, Yuta’s tentacles spreading you open again and Jeno kneeling on the ground in front of you. He has been quite silent but the way he moves and looks at you makes you think he’s so powerful and you don’t really know what he’s hiding behind those beautiful dark brown eyes, they seem too welcoming to belong to an incubus.
“What are you doing?” Your voice is clipped as you stare at him with wide eyes. 
“Making you come,” he winks. 
“No, that’s not —” 
“Shut up, for fuck sake,” Yuta says, pushing two fingers in your mouth, glaring at you when you mumble around them. “Be grateful I didn’t push a tentacle in.” 
You whimper no sense but then give up, shoulders slumping back when Jeno’s tongue lays flat on your cunt, collecting the wetness that dripped out of you. He grunts loudly against your skin after the first taste and your attempt to close your legs get stopped again, and you have no idea by who, Jeno’s tongue and lips are working too well on you that your head rolls back in pleasure. 
“Fuck, I want to see them,” Johnny grunts, and you don’t get what he’s talking about until he pushes your top down, ripping some seams from the thin white sleeves you sewed on your own to make the costume, boobs spilling out of the corset, making you squirm and moan louder around Yuta’s fingers when his tentacles get back on them and Johnny’s hand add to them, squeezing and pinching for what they can. 
Your legs shake and try to close around Jeno’s head, tongue flicking fast on your clit, already sending you over the edge, leaving you gasping for air as some spit drools down your chin and your nails leave half-moons on your hands behind your back.  
Jeno pulls away satisfied, a cocky smirk on his face as he looks at his friends. “Was it a record? Less than a minute?” 
“Stop bragging, damn,” Jaehyun huffs. “It’s not a merit when you use your little tricks.” 
“Little tricks?” You ask, panting when Yuta pulls out of your mouth, making you splutter. 
“It’s a secret,” Jeno winks at you before backing away. 
“And now that you’ve loosened up can you fucking touch yourself, please,” Haechan asks but it’s an order and not even a gentle one. It’s not unknown that he has no patience and you’re also one that intrigues him the most he can’t wait to get his hands on you. 
“I don’t think I can.” 
“I’m sure you do,” Jaemin says, his tone doesn’t come out as teasing as the one of the other monsters but you still hear the urge behind it. “You know how to do it, right? You were doing it before?” 
You hum, biting your lips and shyly bringing your hand between your legs when Yuta lets them go. “I’ll try.” 
Your finger slips inside again, starting to move like before, but it doesn’t feel as good as always, it’s not like Johnny’s fingers, and it’s not like Jeno’s tongue. But you’re too proud to say out loud that you need them, it would be too embarrassing, and you don’t want to hear Haechan’s mocking laugh. 
So you close your eyes, trying to concentrate on the pleasure on your nipples and over your skin as Johnny’s shadow and Yuta’s tentacles are running all over your body. It feels overwhelming, and you start wriggling away again. 
“Do we have to do this all the fucking time?” Yuta growls, tightening a tentacle around you to make sure you stay in place. “Only know how to behave if somebody has their face buried deep in your cunt?” 
You shiver at his words and how harshly and mockingly they come out of his mouth as he looks at you. 
“And don’t stop fucking yourself,” Johnny orders, voice ringing in your other ear, making your fingers move again inside you. 
“It’s too much,” you cry, trying to pity Yuta with doe eyes but he finds it funny, pathetic even. 
“It’s never too much for teases like you.” 
“I’m not a tea—” you can’t reply because this time his tentacle is stuffed in your mouth and your eyes snap open. It’s not extremely thick, but it’s large enough to make the corner of your mouth burn up at the stretch.
“Fuck, so much better when she only muffles around something,” Haechan comments, and when your eyes drift in front of you, you notice they’re all naked. Your eyes widen again when you see the sizes of their cocks, the only ‘human-like’ being Jaehyun’s and Jaemin’s, but they were still above average, and you are more than sure you couldn’t fit Jeno’s or Haechan’s inside of you.
“Don’t think about that,” Jaehyun says before his lips twitch in a smirk, “we always find a way to make it fit.” 
You almost choke around Yuta when he replies to your question, can he hear you? He smirks again, mouthing ‘maybe,’ and you almost pass out. You’re fucked. 
“Soon,” he jokes, staring at you with a teasing smile on his face. 
“Stop talking with your brain,” Haechan grunts, stopping you and Jaehyun from having your secret conversation. “It’s so fucking annoying when you leave us out of the fun.” 
“You always want to have everything,” the ghost huffs, slumping back into the chair and shaking his head. 
You stop paying attention to them when Johnny smacks your thigh, and your eyes silently ask him why. 
“You keep stopping moving your fingers,” he scolds. “Fuck your pretty pussy harder, come on, we know you can do it.” 
You nod, or try, it’s quite difficult when Yuta is fucking the tentacle in your mouth, whispering low moans against your ears, using your mouth for his pleasure, and then start moving your digits faster inside you. 
But they are not enough. 
You whimper around the tentacle, and your hips buck up, trying to get them the message with your body. 
“Oh, what’s wrong, angel?” Jaemin asks, wings flapping behind him, and you wonder if he does it when he’s excited, but he seems rather neutral about this, maybe he’s just good at concealing it. “Not enough for you?” 
You nod, faint, muffled ‘yes’ vibrating around Yuta. 
“Wasn’t it too much just two seconds ago?” This time Jeno is the one talking, an arrogant grin on his face. 
“Didn’t you get her, already?” Haechan chimes in. “She loves making little scenes, our little toy is a sucker for attention.” 
You groan, brows knitting as you think that you hate him, and that makes Jaehyun chuckle. 
“What did she think?” The demon asks his friend, and he shrugs. “Jaehyun, what the fuck did she say?” 
You shake your head swiftly, begging the ghost to don’t say it, pleading mentally, but Jaehyun wants to have fun, and he knows that Haechan doesn’t let go of anything. The demon holds his grudges just like he holds his gold. 
“She hates you,” he says. “A bit.” 
You curse him mentally and he apologizes shrugging. “Lying is a sin.” 
Haechan looks at you with a surprised, mad, and still cocky, expression, and your heart jumps in your throat. You want to say it was a playful ‘I hate you,’ but Yuta’s still buried deep into your mouth and you can barely breathe. 
“You hate me, angel?” 
You deny, hoping he’d fall for it, and he drops it, but you don’t know that he’s the best at holding grudges. “We’ll see. I’ll find out myself.” 
You gasp and sputter when finally Yuta frees your mouth, spit dripping down your chin, neck, and chest. 
“I can’t come,” you cry, pulling out to rub your clit faster, hoping that will bring you over the edge. 
“Oh, poor soul, only got a taste and already nothing else can satisfy her?” Jeno pouts, a proud grin on his face as he remembers how easily you came on his tongue. 
“Need more,” you plead, lower lip pushing out in a pout that doesn’t win you anything. 
“You won’t get it if you don’t make yourself come,” Johnny replies sternly, making you whine. 
“I can’t.” 
“That was the pact, angel. Make yourself come.” 
“There was no pa —” You groan loudly when Yuta stuffs your mouth again, snickering at your cute, frowned expression. 
“I really don’t like hearing you talk,” he says, tentacle moving fast inside your throat. “Prefer the lewd sounds you make, so cute.” 
“Come on, angel,” Jaemin encourages you. “I’m sure you can come.” 
And you do, it’s not as strong as before, and you miss Jeno’s little tricks — whatever they are — but it makes you feel good, mostly thanks to Yuta’s tentacles sucking your nipples. 
“Fuck,” Yuta groans when your throat closes around his tentacle and he fills your mouth with cum… so much cum that you can’t swallow it all and you already make a mess on your body, tears tricking down your cheeks. 
“See, it wasn’t that hard,” you think it’s Johnny talking but when you dust off from the high and your head looks back, you see Youngho sitting behind you, whispering next to your ear. 
“Don’t act like you hate him,” Johnny tells you when you give him a look that screams ‘does he really have to be here.’ “He will make you feel good later.” 
Your eyes snap open, “He will what?” 
Johnny doesn’t answer, only snickers when Haechan pushes him away, the shadow disappears from behind you, reaching Johnny’s side, and Yuta’s tentacles leave your body, all wet and sticky. 
“Fucking finally,” Haechan growls. “You take so fucking long toying with them.” 
You stare at him, palms of your hands resting flat behind you on the table as you struggle to keep your body up. He’s fast in his movements, rough and eager as he studies you and he finally feels you. Hands covered in gold rubbing your burning skin as he pulls your top off of you, leaving you exposed after throwing it behind him, following the same fate your wings had a few seconds before. His fingers crawl up your thighs before they give you nothing. 
“What?” You whine when he takes a step back. 
“Angel,” his tone is condescending and you think again that you hate him, “I take, not give.” 
Oh, yeah, you hate him.
“Then I’m sure somebody else will give it to me.” Being smart is not one of your qualities tonight because that comment sets him on fire. You can’t give him up so easily or don’t beg for him to pay you attention. 
“Little slut,” he growls, cupping your chin and tilting your head back, “you hate I can read right through you, right? Faking fights while our cocks have been the only thought in your brain since you saw us?” 
You decide you love the thrill and the way he seems so irrational that you may even pay the consequences. 
“Theirs, maybe. Surely not yours.” 
He groans, pushing you against the table, it’s so hard that the shock leaves you breathless and speechless for a while. 
“You will be begging for this cock, I promise you,” it’s the only thing he says, promises, before he tugs your skirt down with no delicateness at all. 
“Dumb, innocent, angel, has no idea what she put herself through,” he hums against your skin as he trails on your thigh with his lips, kissing and then biting hard enough to make you flinch every time. 
“Hae-Haechan,” you scream when he skips around the area where you need him the most without giving you what you need. 
“Shut up, you’re not the one begging,” he rasps, your eyes lock and the way he’s looking at you could be enough to make you come on the spot, but it only leaves you clenching around nothing. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” you play your last card, but he only laughs at your face. He does give you something more, fingers slipping past you, filling more than yours did, the cold metal of his rings sending shivers down your body. He’s not fast, but extremely meticulous, studying your reaction for a while until he understands what makes you feel better, pushing you closer and closer until he pulls away. 
“No,” you whine. 
“Beg,” his voice is stern and his eyes are full of lust and need. “And apologize.” 
“I’m sorry, I…” you gulp, pulling your legs together but Yuta immediately slithers a tentacle and traps your left leg flat against the surface. If glances could kill, the one you reserve him definitely would, but he’s unaffected by your attitude, after all, you don’t stand a chance. 
“You?” Haechan urges, cock throbbing because he can’t take this either. He wanted to be deep inside of you since he saw you wander around the place like a lost kitten but now he also needs to teach you a lesson. 
“I didn’t mean it, I wanted to tease you, can you please fuck me?” 
He shakes his head, “Don’t give me those fucking eyes, it just makes me want to make you cry.” 
“Please,” you still beg, spreading your only free leg, hoping the lewd invitation will be enough to make him change his mind.
But it’s still not enough, he wants to wear you out, so the only thing he gives you are his fingers. Three fingers, knuckles deep, curling up inside you, cutting your breath short. You shudder when his thumb starts rubbing your clit, and you feel warm when you think you’ll be able to reach the orgasm, so close you can already grasp it… 
“Haechan,” you groan, opening your eyes to glare down at him, and the way he’s completely unaffected by your disappointment gets on your nerves. 
The demon’s laugh rumbles in his chest before his lips twist in a smirk again. “You didn’t think I’d let you come just like that after the way you acted, did you? I’m afraid you’ll have to work for it harder.”
“I fucking hate you.” You keep getting dumber and dumber. Should know by now that he doesn’t like it when you think that, imagine when you scream it in front of everybody. 
The switch in his eyes is subtle, you see them get darker, and the corner of his lips curl up, sharp canine showing out. “Let’s see how much you’ll hate me after this.” He’s not gentle at all when he dips into your warm pussy, groaning as you squeeze him as soon as he bottoms in, the stretch of his fat cock making your toes curl and your face twitches in discomfort. 
“Big,” you scream, nails dragging against the wood. 
“You can take it,” he replies, pulling all the way out before he slams in again, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass resonating in the room. “See? Nasty hole made just for this.” 
Your hand slams against the surface, but this time not from pain, he’s so veiny and thick, perfectly curved that everything else disappears. Even the want of slapping his face or choking him. 
“Look at you,” Jeno comments, and only when you hear his voice you realize he’s standing at your side, not really looking at you, he’s more interested in the way Haechan’s cock is stretching you. “Do you still hate him? He’s annoying but pretty good at what he does, isn’t he?” 
“Stay in your lane,” Haechan growls before you can answer, and the incubus rolls his eyes. 
“Full of flaws, not every demon can be perfect,” he brags, tilting his head and lifting his shoulder in a quick movement to show nonchalance.  
“Fuck off and wait for your turn.” 
“I can watch.” 
“But don’t distract her from me,” the mammon barks, slamming into you faster to prove a point. You feel like you’re going insane, writhing under his broad body as pleasure courses through your body with force, and your cunt clenches harder seeing the two demons fight over you. Greed and lust, you have no idea which one of the seven deathly sins is worst in their nature. 
“If she distracts herself maybe you’re not really good at it.” 
Haechan doesn’t answer, he looks at you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, hitting the fake halo that somehow is still surviving like a headband. 
“Don’t you fucking dare look away from me,” it’s an order that you should take as a threat but the way he’s so possessive over you doesn’t really make you register it like that. You don’t really know what has taken over you — probably you plan on getting killed by the end of the night — and you purposely look at Jeno. 
Haechan groans, he knows you’re doing it on purpose, he has gotten you and your feisty, bratty character since he first saw you, pretending to be innocent just to be a tease. But he’s flawed and gives you exactly what you want, falling into your trap of appearing innocent and naïve to get what you want. 
You whine when he pulls out, letting out an embarrassing moan when he flips you with no care and presses you flat against the hard surface after dragging your body to the end of the table, your hips surely hitting against the hard surface with every hit, heeled feet holding your whole body up. 
“I promise you are going to hate me even more,” he whispers before fucking into you again, the burn of it making you moan and rest your head against the table. 
“I always take what I want, angel. Always.” 
You babble no sense, static buzzing sounds are the only things filling your brain. 
“And I want you. All of you. Your body. Your brain. Your stupid little remarks so I can turn them into poems for me. Fuck, want to get you greedy over me, crazy over the way I feel.” 
You’re not happy to fall into his wishes so perfectly but you’re already addicted. His moans of satisfaction, deep and husky, are getting to your head and making you forget the light discomfort you felt when he pushed inside you, cock thicker than anything else you’ve ever taken, of course, your past partners were humans, he is not. 
Your ass pushes up, and you yourself have no idea if it’s to fuck back into him or to struggle away from the intense fucking, but Haechan takes it as the latter and he doesn’t like it. 
“Trying to run away, baby? After you purposely messed up with me?” 
You shake your head, the muscles on your neck already numb. 
“Good,” the chuckle that leaves after the comment is evil and your body trembles at that, walls squeezing tighter around him, making him smirk even more; he always gets what he wants. And he wanted you since he eyed you at the party, wondering lonely, trying to find a small patch where you could fit. And luck wanted that you fit perfectly right there under him. “You’re not going anywhere, dumb angel. C’mere.” 
You don’t expect him to grab a fistful of your hair and push you up, arching your back and still slamming into you with vigour. 
“Nggh, Haechan,” you cry out his name, eyes squeezing and lips quivering. The bliss is starting to overtake everything else in your brain and body, as his thrusts, fast, strong, and precise, are sending you closer to the orgasm he had ripped out of your hold before. And you screaming out his name seems to boost his ego even more; his hand slips in front and wraps around your neck, pushing your back flat against his chest and hitting deeper. 
Your knees buckle, eyebrows knitting and nose scrunching as the pain of your hips hitting the table starts to get uncomfortable. 
“Haechan,” you grunt when he lets go of you and pulls out, a mess of yours and his excitement dripping down your legs to the floor. 
“I love the way you scream my name, whether is full of love or hate.” 
You breathe deeply, “It will never come out with love.” 
“Seems like it did before,” he teases, grabbing your tired body again with a powerful motion, making you turn around and stand up next to the table. 
You want to collapse on it again, feeling boneless, but you feel two arms wrap around you, it’s Jeno. 
“What did I say about touching what’s not yours?” Haechan groans as soon as he sits in the middle of the table and sees the incubus too close to you.
You can feel Jeno smirk behind you and you wonder if the two have something going on but that slips your mind soon. 
“Are you his?” Jeno asks, kissing your neck, you can feel his sharp canine graze against your skin, and touch your body, cupping your boobs, making you shiver and moan. 
Haechan pulling you out of his hold is the thing that makes you fall from cloud nine, heart jumping in your chest as you don’t expect to be manhandled that easily. 
“Hell, you really want to get on my fucking nerves tonight, don’t you?” 
“I — I didn’t, it’s him,” you try to defend, this time it was truly Jeno’s fault and how he was playing with your brain, it wasn’t your fault you could feel him so much. 
“It’s always somebody else’s fault,” Haechan groans, impaling you on his cock. Your head rolls back and you can’t hold in the embarrassing loud and squeaky moan you let out. 
“You know Jeno doesn’t play fair,” Johnny comments, unbeknownst to you to defend you, clicking his tongue and Haechan only glares at him, warning him to mind his business. 
“Ride me,” he orders, cupping your chin with a strong hand. He snorts when your eyes widen at the request. “What? Thought I was going to do all the work? I want people to serve me, I’m never the one working for things. You, on the other hand, I told you, you were going to work for it.” 
“I can’t,” you mumble, voice coming out mumbled because he’s still squeezing your face. 
“I’m sure you can. With that angel face and the devil eyes, you’ve ridden thousands of cocks, haven’t you?” 
“No,” you whimper, body betraying you as you start to grind your hips on him. “Not this big.” 
“I don’t care, you decided to see the worst part of me and now you pay the price.” He groans when you still don’t move and fucks up into you. 
“Fucking move. Do you need me to guide you?” 
You shake your head and start to bounce on him, your better judgment deciding you had tested him enough today and risking it further was going to be the dumbest decision of your life. 
“Fucking finally, so you can listen?” 
You have no strength to answer him, your body is on fire, your lungs are on fire, letting out so many moans you hope people downstairs can’t hear you, not that it mattered, you weren’t going to see them again anyway, but it still feels humiliating to be aware of the mess he’s turning you in. 
“Are you sure you’re not that experienced?” Jaemin asks, staring with attention, enchanted by the way your plump ass is moving on his friend. 
You nod, biting your lip because you don’t want to give Haechan the satisfaction that he’s making you feel good. But he doesn’t need your moans to know you’re loving it. He thinks he never had a nicer pussy in his whole life, and it had been a long one, so warm and wet, sucking him in so nicely. 
So he mocks you again, because if you hate him, he hates just as much how proud you are. You will never give him the satisfaction so he has to drag it out of your pretty lips. 
“You hate that you love it, don’t you?” His hands grip your waist and he moves your body on his cock, taking over your movements. “Yeah, you do, don’t shake your head, it’s useless. You’re so high on my cock you can’t even speak, dumb, little angel. You can’t even tell if it’s me driving you insane or the fact that it’s me.” 
You groan, clenching your fist to hold back the urge of slapping him because once again, he’s right, he’s always right. 
“Want to choke me, baby? Slap me? Sink your nails on my skin?” 
You nod, looking into his eyes for a split second before the way he’s looking at you makes you drift your gaze away. He’s eager, never satisfied, and you can read in his eyes that if he could, he’d keep going all night until the only thing you can think about, mumble, and beg for is him and him only. 
“Choke me,” he orders, catching you by surprise. “Do it, isn’t it what you want? To make me pay because you hate I’m right and I have you in the palm of my hand?” 
If he gives you permission, you surely won’t miss it, so your hand wraps around his neck, slowly restricting the flow of air while he keeps slamming up into you. 
When his head rolls back, you think you’re in control, you think for the first time in the night he’s letting you win, but you’re wrong. He looks at you again and laughs. 
“See how weak you are? What if I did it to you?” It’s not a question, and when he reaches around your neck, the hold is strong enough to dim the flow of blood rushing to your brain, and your head rolls back like your eyes, mouth parting to let out soundless whimpers. 
“You fucking love it, don’t you? Nasty slut dressed up like the purest things in heaven, fuck.” 
You don’t even care to reply or tell him he’s wrong because he isn’t. You love that you hate it. 
“Want me to tell you that you feel good?” Haechan teases, moving closer, lips brushing against yours, and you find him smirking when you open your eyes and stare into his. There’s the entire hell inside. “Yeah? Need validation?” 
You nod, trying to kiss him, hating yourself for doing so, but you can’t look away from his lips even if it’s getting harder and harder to focus when he’s still cutting your flow of air. 
“Seek it somewhere else,” he groans, moving you faster on top of him. “Maybe in therapy.” 
Now you really want to choke him until he passes out, and you do, hands reaching for his neck, doing nothing, but it’s a bit of revenge for your ego, he’s crashing it with no care and you can’t keep watching while doing nothing. 
“Got mad, angel?” He coos before his body betrays him and he throws his head back too. You might not be as strong as him but Haechan loves the way your hand is wrapped around his throat, and for some reason, he loves the way he can’t break you down, not like he’s used to, at least. 
You gasp when he lets go of your neck, head falling forward to meet the crook of his shoulder, body bouncing up and down as he wishes to, you have no control over yourself, and you don’t care. You don’t even care when, grunting, he flips you over again, and starts fucking you into the table, your ass arching up while your knees scrape against the wood, hips pistoning into you with less strength and swiftness but he’s going deeper and he’s making sure you feel every inch. 
“Please,” you cry out, overwhelmed with emotions. 
“Please, what?” 
You’d like to answer but you don’t even know what you want or need. He can’t give you more than that, and even if he could, you would break. 
“Want to come?” He tugs at your hair before he presses your cheek against the desk again. 
“Y-yes, please.” 
“Say you don’t hate me,” he growls, losing control of his strokes and starting to fuck you harder. 
“I — I don’t,” you groan internally. “I don’t hate you.” 
“Say no other cock will make you feel as good as me, say you love me.” 
“I — I, mhh, no one will make me feel as — fuck — as good as you.” 
“Why did you stop?” You cry out when his movements still out of you, leaving you empty and pulsing around nothing.
“You didn’t do what I asked.” 
“Fuck, I — I love you,” you scream out in desperation but for him is enough to fuck back into you. And you start mumbling it over and over again as you both come while he keeps railing you mercilessly before filling you with his cum. 
“Remember,” he whispers, moving your hair to the other side, lips brushing your ear. “I always get what I want.” 
You have no strength to reply or move, and you lay there, trying to catch your breath when you feel a pair of hands on your skin. Not only the skin is soft but the touch is delicate, the total opposite of Haechan’s. 
“Oh, poor angel,” Jaemin whispers, caressing the skin of your ass, “he can get rough at times. Need somebody more gentle?” 
You hum, turning around with fatigue, barely feeling your body and you don’t let yourself remind that you still have four to take, well, five, because Jaemin still didn’t do anything to you. 
“Let’s try this,” he says. 
The sudden floating triggers an instinctual reaction, and for a second you almost slip. It’s hard to hold back the feeling of what’s prodding behind your back as the fairy dust doesn’t feel strong enough to keep you up. 
“You won’t fall,” the fairy reassures you, sensing your panic before he lifts in the air too. 
“I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” you say, heart strumming in your chest so loud you’re sure everyone in the room can hear it. He didn’t even lift you that high in the air, you’re barely twenty inches above the table, but it still makes you feel like it’s wrong. 
“I told you, you can’t fall,” he repeats, grabbing your waist, pushing your back so you stay laying and don’t try to move around. It’s so weird you have no idea how you’ll have great time, but Jaemin is quick at proving it to you. 
When his lips make contact with your cunt you don’t complain about how weird it feels. Your head falls back and it’s nice not finding a table, or a bed, or anything underneath. 
“Fuck,” you moan. 
“Like that, angel?” He asks, pulling away to talk, but he’s close enough you can feel his breath hit your wetness and that makes you shiver even more. “You taste amazing.” 
You hide your face when he groans throatily against you, inhaling your scent and rolling his eyes before his tongue slips inside of you, fucking in and out with quick movements. 
“Don’t hide yourself,” Johnny reaches you, moving your hands away and keeping them still in his hold. “You weren’t embarrassed when Haechan was railing you, so why be now?” 
You only let out a groan in reply, bucking your hips to grind against Jaemin’s face, fucking back against him. 
“See, you can’t even pretend you’re not a nasty whore,” Haechan mocks you, sucking his teeth. 
“Is it right, baby?” Johhny coos, caressing your cheek, and you shake your head, letting out a scream when he reaches down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit, giving it the attention Jaemin’s giving to your hole with his tongue. “No? But you’re so messy and needy. Love the way he’s eating you out?” 
You nod eagerly, eyes rolling in the back of your head as the orgasm seeps into your body with intensity, leaving you shaking in the air, their hold on you the only thing that makes you feel more stable. 
Jaemin pulls out of you with a loud pop of his lips, spit and cum smeared all over his chin, glistening in white. And with your tired, half-lidded eyes, you still think he looks so beautiful even like that. 
He winks at you while he cleans himself before bringing his fingers to your mouth and making you suck, and you do, lips wrapping around them eagerly, licking off yours and Haechan’s juices before letting go with another filthy sound. 
The pleasure of the orgasm is still running through your body when you feel Jaemin’s tip press against your hole. He’s slow and patient, so much more patient compared to Haechan. He doesn’t tug or turn you around, he doesn’t feel the need to own. Instead, he watches as his cock stretches your cunt and then bottoms in, the warmth of your insides making him shiver. He’s comfortably big, filling you just right, veins rubbing your walls so deliciously your whole body shudders. 
“You feel so good, angel.” His voice is almost soft, just a bit stained with pleasure. Eyebrows knit as he enjoys the sensations of your pussy wrap around him, your wetness already dripping down his balls with the slower movements.  
From your lips roll out mumbles and moans as the pleasure starts running in your blood again, this time it slithers slowly into you with every slow and intense thrust and it makes you see stars. It’s like magic. 
“You’re so pretty,” he hums, staring at the way you contort under him, eyes squeezed shut, tears dried on your cheeks, and scarlet lips parted to let out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard coming from a human. You sound like a melody, submerging the obscene sounds that your bodies are making, skin against skin and cum squelching in and out of you. 
“You’re too nice with her,” Haechan mumbles, bringing you two out of your ‘intimate’ moment.  
“Not everyone is a beast like you,” Jaemin replies, turning his attention to him for a second before he brings it back on you, and Haechan only huffs. 
“Do you want me to go harder?” The fairy still asks you, thinking that he might not be wrong considering how much you liked how he fucked you mercilessly before. But you shake your head. 
“No, I – I like it like this, keep going.” You do like it, but you are also aware of the other four monsters that have to take their round with you. You’re sure that none of them is as gentle as Jaemin and you can’t let him bend you to the point you break, leaving that to whoever was coming next. 
Jaemin smiles and then wraps his hands around your waist, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your hips and waist, almost kneading it like a cat. “You feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he moans letting his head fall in the crook of your neck when you start squeezing him tighter. 
The compliment makes your heart swell and your hands reach his back, jolting when you meet his wings. He chuckles lightly. “They have always been there,” he comments, voice lower and breath heavier, hips starting to move faster and messily against you.  
“You are a sight to see,” he moans, moving your hair back, the halo falling on the table as his fingers rub against your scalp. “Want to come again?” He studies your face contorted in pleasure, lips trapped in your teeth and eyebrows knitted, your hands sinking in the skin of his arm. 
“Yes, wa — want to come.” 
“Come for me,” his voice gets stuck in his throat when you clench around him, letting go of the orgasm, your legs unconsciously wrap around his waist to push him closer to you, making him still as the pleasure shakes you. 
“Oh, shit,” Jaemin moans, staring at you, some sweat collecting on his brows as he holds his orgasm in, wanting to feel you more. “Can you take one more, baby?” 
You nod swiftly, blinking your wet lashes to meet his brown eyes staring down at you. 
“Course you can, want my cum, don’t you?” He smiles when you hum, reaching his wrist to hold somewhere, feeling even less stable now that the orgasms are making you feel like you have no more control over your body. “I’ll give it all to you, angel.” 
“Please, please, Jaem,” your voice dies in your mouth, words muffled by noisy whimpers, and nails digging into his lower back, surely leaving marks on his immaculate skin, legs pushing him in. 
Your pleas are what it takes for him to give in, rapid thrusts coming to a stop when his lower back presses against your ass and his hands grip onto your waist harder, his sounds are soft, almost sounding like a melody and they make you come even harder around his cock, stomach twitching while he fucks his seed deep into you. 
“Fuck,” he huffs, throwing his head back, shaking his hair out of his face, grip on our body loosening up, “You did so well, angel.” 
He leaves a small kiss on your fucked out face before he leaves you alone.
“Since she’s up in the air we might as well leave her there, don’t you think so?” You can make out Jaehyun talking and Jeno laughs at his words. 
“We?” You ask shyly, blinking hazily as you see them fly around you, Jeno’s wings spread in the air unlike before, shielding you almost completely from other hungry eyes, and Jaehyun is levitating in the air where you’re still half spread open, at this point not even caring of being so exposed and dripping. 
“Yes, little one,” he replies. “Never taken two at the same time?” 
You shake your head swiftly, feeling your heart race in your chest, panicking while you wonder how long the fairy dust will keep you in the air and how you can survive them. 
“The dust is not the thing keeping you up,” Jaehyun says, once again entering your brain. “I am. And you will survive us.” 
“Can you stop reading my mind?” You intend for it to come out with more anger but the last five orgasms had drained you out and your brain is starting to don’t work at its best anymore. 
“Why? You don’t talk, how am I supposed to know what’s running in your brain?” 
“You don’t have to? Maybe those thoughts are not for you —” Your voice gets muffled by Jeno’s cock in your mouth and you look at him with wide eyes. 
“Sorry but Mr. Greed it’s not the only impatient one.” The grin on his face is playful as if he didn't just shove his cock in your throat with no warning, stretching your mouth to an unbearable size. 
“Asshole,” Haechan hisses from somewhere, but you’re too occupied struggling with Jeno’s cock cutting your air to pay him any attention. 
“It’s big,” you muffle around his length, it’s girthy, long, and veiny and you aren’t prepared — mentally and physically — to take him in any hole. 
“Breathe,” he says, pulling out, you feel ashamed at the string of spit that connects your mouth and his tip, “but don’t talk.” 
You do as he orders, goosebumps forming on your skin as Jaehyun’s fingers touch your skin. He’s cold, of course, he is, but the contrast between his body and Jeno’s incredibly warm one makes your head dizzy. 
Jaehyun doesn’t tease you but still smirks hearing your thoughts getting messier with every passing second. He had promised himself he was going to stop using this trick and get into people’s brains while fucking them, but it’s just too much fun, and he knows he’s not the only one doing that. Jeno can read minds too. And when their eyes meet, they smirk knowing exactly what’s going on. 
But you don’t, you have no idea they plan to play with your brain more than they do with your body, snapping you to the point of no return, leaving you in shambles for the others to come. 
“I think you’d look better turned around,” the incubus whispers, caressing your chin and his touch is so delicate that you get on your toes, well, not really, you wouldn’t have the strength to do anything anyway, but your brain tries to pretend to be able to — and want to — fight what they’ll give you while an instinct feels you can’t take it no matter how much you want to. 
“You’re cold,” you whine when Jaehyun’s hands wrap around your waist completely and turn you so you’re giving him your back, curving up nicely, ass in full display, untouched hole winking at him. Even if you can’t see him, you perceive the way he’s looking at you, and you think you can hear his thoughts for how loud he’s thinking them. He can’t wait to own you and ruin you. 
“And you’re so warm, especially here.” 
You bite down a scream when he pushes into your rim after collecting some cum that was dripping out of your cunt, two long and cold fingers parting your tight rim with force. 
“Never done that, either?” Jeno asks, teasing you with an amused smile. “You really are an angel. An innocent, pure angel that got in trouble.” 
You don’t reply, you wish you’d find his teasing, condescending tone irritating but you find it hotter than you should and Jaehyun feels it in the way your body reacts, asshole clenching around him and cunt pushing out a river of cum while it convulses around nothing. 
“Should we teach her something new, Jae?” 
The ghost nods and you feel another finger make its way inside your ass, rubbing against your walls and making your head roll while your eyes squeeze shut. 
Jeno swiftly cups your chin and unfocuses you on your pleasure, bringing your face to his dick level again. “Lust is so fun when you know how to play with it.” You don’t know if it’s the way Jaehyun’s fingering you, but you don’t feel the same anymore, the way Jeno’s thumb is rubbing against your chin and cheek is making you dumb, lips falling open to invite him in. It’s so easy for him to get your attention and turn you into mud that you fear what he could do later. “Do you want me to teach you some tricks, baby girl? Sorry, I’m not a big fan of angels.” 
“Yes, please.” The reply slips out of your mouth before you can form it in your brain, it’s like you have no control over it — or your body — anymore.  
He smiles satisfied, loving the way you’re slowly falling apart, sanity leaving your brain and lust taking over with no other thought. “Open up, then.”
When your lips part more you expect him to push his cock in, but instead, two fingers fill your mouth. “Fingers are so underrated,” he says almost as if he’s answering your mind, and you wonder if he can read it too, but your thoughts are so hazed with pleasure and need that it’s getting hard to see through that. “I love seeing my preys get dumb just on them.” 
Your stomach twitches when he impliedly calls you his prey, something in your brain clicking, making your heart jump, happy to be his victim, whatever he is going to do to you. 
“Suck them harder, just like that,” he coos doing a pouty face but his eyes are piercing you and you’d wish to know what’s running in his brain. “Love having your mouth filled? It’s so much better than when you talk. Nice and quiet and dumb on us.” 
You nod eagerly, sure that you’re ready to take him fully without messing like the first time. Wanting to feel him again, have him sink so deep under your skin your only thoughts are about him. 
“I think she’s ready,” Jaehyun speaks again, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“No, I —”
“Shh,” Jaehyun shushes you verbally, but Jeno pushes his tip against your lips and waits for you to open up. 
“Just relax and this will work,” the ghost speaks, pulling his fingers out, and when you feel them press against your holes from both ends, you close your eyes, hoping they won’t get you destroyed. 
The moans they let out when they push into you could be enough to make you come on the spot, their hands securing their hold on you, Jeno’s in your hair and Jaehyun’s on your hips. They are strong and not giving you options but to stay there and take it. 
“So nice and tight,” Jaehyun moans before he drives his hips out and sinks in again. 
While you don’t find him uncomfortable, he’s thick and long but still human-like, Jeno’s dick triggers tears from your eyes as it fucks against your throat. 
“You’re so good when you don’t act like a brat, baby,” Jeno praises you, meeting your teary eyes, already anticipating your wrecked face when he’ll start to move into you with more force. “Can you take more?” 
It’s not a real question but you nod anyway, eager to satisfy him more. Not even knowing where this feeling comes from, but you want to be good for him, and your ass moves side to side almost like a puppy wagging its tail. 
They all find it endearing in the room, with small chuckles and groans leaving their mouths as they watch you lose your morals and rationality. 
The groan Jeno lets out when he starts facefucking you is deep and hits your core, pussy dripping and clenching around nothing while Jaehyun is pounding you with deep and slow strokes. They are both taking their sweet time with you, making you feel every inch of themselves, and you take it, drunk on the feeling. 
“See, it wasn’t going to be hard to take me here,” Jaehyun snickers, parting your asscheek, watching attentively as your hole welcomes him in with ease. 
Your hands reach Jeno’s thighs and stay there to keep the balance, and you look up at him. He looks like a God with his head thrown back, perfect, defined jaw in full view, burgundy wings moving behind him, and strong arms flexing as he keeps moving your head and using your mouth as a fleshlight. 
“Is it too much, baby?” He asks, and when your eyes meet you wish they didn’t, he messes up with you in a way nobody else ever did, hits your core with the slightest movement or word. Jeno grins when you shake your head. “Good baby, take all my cock, I know you can. We wouldn’t have picked you if we didn’t. We don’t like failures, and you’re not a failure, right?” 
You pull away gasping, mumbling alongside with moans, every hit coming from behind making it hard to form a thought, and even worst to say it out loud. “N-no, I won’t let you down.” 
“I doubt that.” For the first time in a while, you hear Yuta talk, his stern tone sending shivers down your back. “We know what happens after they fuck with you.” 
“Don’t worry,” Jeno replies to him. “She’s special, aren’t you?” He talks to you and you hum around him, the vibrations making him curse. And he wonders if Haechan’s right and you’re doing it on purpose, putting on a play for them, or if you’re really that naïve sometimes. 
“We’ll see, I hope for her she’ll make it out alive because I plan on having fun tonight.” 
A guttural moan ripples from your throat when Jaehyun cups your asscheeks before spreading them apart. It feels dirty and wrong but so good and another orgasm menaces to rip through you. 
“Don’t come,” he orders, slapping your ass and you yelp letting go of Jeno’s cock, an embarrassing amount of spit drooling on your chin. 
“But why?” 
“Because we tell you so,” Jeno replies sternly, shoving you on his cock again, making you choke around him, hitting the back of your throat so fast that the disgusting sounds you’re producing make you want to disappear.
“I bet she will fail and come,” Haechan snickers. 
“Bet, what?” Johnny asks. 
“Another round with her.”
“Fine,” the shadow hums before they seal the deal with a shake of hands. 
You’d rather don’t have an orgasm for the next ten years than fuck with Haechan again — okay that might be a lie, but you don’t want to see him win — so you try to use that thought to hold your pleasure in, letting them use you only for their pleasure, fucking into you almost as if they want to put you on a test. 
You even manage to hold it in while they come, the sounds coming from them almost animalistic, just like the thrusts they give you. 
You think they’re done with you, and even if you can’t hide you're disappointed you didn’t get to come with them, you don’t have the strength to take more, not from them at least. But you should know by now that they don’t think like you, and they are never satisfied. 
When they flip you around you feel in another universe even if you didn’t come, it’s like you're exploding with bliss and greed for more. 
“Tired,” you mumble, looking up into Jeno’s eyes with tears streaming down your face when they lay you against the table, the cold hard surface making you twitch. 
“No, baby, come here, let me give you some energy back,” he comments before pulling you on his thigh, he’s kneeling and his wings bat around you, shielding you completely for a second. “Feel better, baby?” He asks, studying your expression, trying to read deeper into you because there’s something about you that doesn’t fit in the puzzle of the night, but he can’t grasp it, and for now, he blames it on how perfect you are, inside out, exactly what he wants, loves and need, perfect to toy around and make obey. 
You hum, gifting him a dumb smile before your head falls back against his shoulder. Too lost in the haze, you miss their exchange of gazes and the way Jaehyun kneels in front of you, their bodies caging yours, trapping yours in between them. 
“What — what are you doing?” Your voice is shaky and you look around in surprise, trying to get a glimpse of the other two that are still waiting, but Jeno’s wings hide you once again. 
“Can you focus on us, angel?” He asks, cupping your chin to turn your face toward his with force. 
“Yes but — but aren’t you done?” 
You don’t expect the deep, mocking laugh to come out of Jaehyun’s lips, and you don’t even expect to find his eyes darker than they had ever been. “We’re nowhere done with you.” 
“How — how are you —” 
Jeno shushes you again, pushing two fingers in your mouth and forcing them against your tongue. 
“Just empty your pretty little brain and relax,” he whispers against your ears, pulling out of your mouth, spit dripping from your chin, teeth clenching when his cock pushes inside you, stretching you wider than Jaehyun before. 
“Fuck,” you cry out, head falling back, cunt clenching when Jaehyun pushes your legs flat against your chest before pressing his cock into you. “Wait —” your attempt to at least understand what’s going on fails embarrassingly, a deep moan choking your words, eyes rolling in the back of your skull while your lips gape wide, breath cut out of your lungs. 
“I told you not to think or am I wrong?” Jeno growls in your ear, fingers tangling in your hair and tugging behind. 
“I — I —”
“Shut up,” he orders, and that’s finally enough to make you shut up, letting all your doubts fall behind. All the blood in your brain rushes between your legs as they start ramming into you. 
“Fuck, so good, baby,” Jaehyun says, moving closer, his knees hitting Jeno’s. They have never done it like this before but he finds it easier to move you up and down on them, almost using your body like a toy. 
You’re completely gone. Their scent inebriates your brain, their muscles cage you, making you feel weak and powerless, the contrast of Jeno’s warm skin and Jaehyun’s cold one getting to your brain just like their hips working meticulously as they thrust into you alternately. Thick and big cocks pushing your holes open as they’ve never been before, and you wonder how it can be that enjoyable. It’s like they’re fucking the pleasure into you, you never felt this good before. 
“Please, please, let me come,” you beg, fingernails digging into Jaehyun’s back, eliciting a hiss from him. 
“Think you deserve it?” Jeno asks, nose snuggling in your neck before his teeth sink into the spot between your neck and jaw, causing your head to roll back and a louder moan to slip out of you. 
“Yes, I’ve been good, please.” To make the pleading more efficient, you look at Jaehyun with your watery eyes, trying to give him the most innocent look you can, even if it’s quite hard considering you’re sandwiched between them while you’re letting them rearrange your guts. 
“Come, but I hope you can take more, ‘cause we won’t stop,” he rasps. 
You hum, “Ye-yes, can take everything.” 
They all doubt that, thinking it’s a miracle you’re not passed out yet, but none of them says a word. Jeno and Jaehyun too busy feeling how the orgasm makes your holes squeeze them. The others too busy trying to dim the pain while jacking off as they watch you. 
And you know you would’ve been able to take it, but this orgasm hits you like a wave, dragging you underwater, making you struggle for air, muscles tired and skin burning as — of course — they don’t stop moving in and out of you. 
“Jeno,” you cry out, feeling you could pass out, trying to turn your head to meet his lips; whatever he had given you before, you need more. 
He sneers, looking down at you. “Need help?” 
You nod, pouty lips making him think you still look so cute even if you’re a complete mess, sweat pearling your skin, tears and spit drying on your cheeks, and not a single coherent thought in your brain. He loves hearing the mess that’s going on inside of you. So he kisses you again, his hands reaching your waist, brushing against Jaehyun’s that are already there, holding you so tight in place you’re sure they will leave imprints on your skin. 
“Is it too much for you, angel?” Haechan teases you from the sidelines, and when you pull away from Jeno’s lips you glare at him, a fire fuelling inside of you but when you open your mouth no words slip out. 
He snickers, shaking his head, giving you an ‘I told you,’ glare that makes your blood boil even more but you can’t pay him attention, you can’t even prove him wrong. 
“Oh, look at you, our dumb angel can’t even answer him,” Jaehyun mocks, caressing your burning cheek, tapping it lightly to wake you from your dreamy state, but it doesn’t really work. “You look like a mess, an angel should never look like this.” His thumb presses hard into your cheek, smearing around the mess of the eyeliner, mascara, tears and spit that sits on your face. “Are you drooling at how good our cocks are?” 
Only then you realize that you are, saliva dripping from the corner and pooling on your chin. Embarrassment takes over you and you move a hand up to clean your face but Jeno slaps it away. 
“Don’t you dare,” he orders, voice dropped lower than ever, ringing loud and clear in your ear, making you come again. It’s embarrassing to say at least, and you hate how long the orgasm shakes your body from head to toe. 
“So fucking nasty,” Yuta mutters from the side. “Who said she was too innocent for this?” 
You cry out, feeling ashamed. Never in your life has something like this happened. 
“I told you she’s good at masquerading,” Haechan will always find a way to mock you and you detest that you keep giving him reasons to do it. 
“It’s Halloween after all,” Johnny dramatizes, and you roll your eyes at the lame joke but Jaehyun’s hand on your neck is what makes them stay there, in the back of your head. He doesn’t apply pressure, only grazes your skin, feeling you gulp hard with every deep thrust they send against you. 
When their moans start to turn into feral groans you get that they are close too, hips slamming against you sloppily while their hands wonder on your body, it’s like they want to leave their fingertips all over you, want you to walk — probably crawl — out of there smelling like them, marked by them, leaking them. 
Jeno presses his face against one side of your neck and Jaehyun on the other, completely pressing you between their broad bodies and Jeno’s wings, kissing and biting your neck while they come hard, their cum filling your holes, trigging yet another orgasm, leaving you breathless and powerless, as it overflows in thick, sticky rivers of white splashing between your thighs, ass and even ending on your mound. 
“You did so well,” they both whisper at the same time, shushing you with kisses and brushing your wet hair away. 
When they leave you laying on the surface, you feel empty and cold, already missing the contact and warmth of their bodies, but you take the brief moment of calm to gain your breath back and stretch your limbs for what you can. 
“Hi, angel,” Johnny says. His body completely overshadows yours and you can barely make him out through your half-lidded eyes. He caresses your cheek while his eyes wander on your naked body. “So, so pretty, aren’t you? Even after they completely ruined you.” 
“Wa-want you,” you whisper, body lifting from the table underneath you to move closer to his, it’s hard to tell apart where his physical appearance ends and the shadow starts, but you think it’s thrilling. 
“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” You expect Johnny to talk but once again his shadow appears at his side and now you’re surrounded by two of him. You don’t really know how to feel about it. Two of him feel like a blessing and a curse at the same time. 
“They never get used to it,” Youngho snickers, smirking at your confused expression jumping back and forth between the two. 
“Not until we make them feel good,” Johnny replies, hand moving between your legs, smearing the mess of cum leaking out of you. “Angel,” he coos, “you’re so messy.”
“It’s not me,” you try to justify, voice clipping in your throat when he pushes two fingers in. You can’t stand teasings anymore and you whine. 
“Please, fuck me.” 
“Weren’t we enough, angel?” Jaemin asks, he’s not really mocking you, he’s impressed, to say the least. The few times they happened to do something like this together at least three of them went home with nothing, their toy for the night too far gone to do anything else. But you… you are different, and he feels like he’s missing something he can’t wrap his head around. 
Haechan on the other hand simply thinks you’re pathetic and unsatiable and has no problem reminding it again. “Of course, we aren’t, for nasty things like them it’s never enough.” 
He sparks a fire inside of you and you’d like to jump off the table and strangle him again, this time for real, while you’re reminding him that he’s the last person that can talk about being greedy, but Jaehyun’s voice inside your brain tells you to stop and you listen. You can only listen to the sanity he’s pushing in your brain and the instinctive reactions of your body because for the rest you feel like your brain has been emptied and filled with lust. 
Also, you can’t pay attention to Haechan when you have not one, but two, Johnny in front of you. Youngho is still weird, but all you can think it’s the way they’ll make you feel. 
Shivers run down your back while Johnny’s fingers move up and down your skin, his touch is like a light breeze. You barely realize that the room got darker and you look up at him. 
“We work better in the dark,” he replies before he starts leaving kisses on your skin, sucking your nipples with avidity. 
You jump when you feel Youngho move a hand between your thigh, fingers slipping inside you. 
“Do you want another one, baby?” Johnny teases after pulling away from your hard nipple with a loud pop. 
Your eyes widen. “You — you can create another one?” 
The chuckle that rumbles from their rib is deep and mocking. “There can be thousands of us.” 
Your lips open and close trying to let out an answer that simply can’t come out because you can’t even form it in your brain. 
“Don’t worry, though,” Johnny says, biting the side of your boob. “It will be just us… for now.” 
His comment can’t scare you enough because if you can have other him fucking you, you’re sure you’d take them all, any time and in any way. If all of them are so good with their tongue and fingers you want them all over you. And as if they can hear you, you feel Youngho’s hand cup the breast Johnny’s not paying attention to before leaning closer and sucking your nipple.  
You bite your lips, head rolling back and when you open your eyes, you meet Jaemin’s eyes, he has an amused expression on his lips, while his hand is wrapped around his cock, you smile at him faintly before you lock eyes with Johnny’s again. 
“Need you.” 
He smirks down at you, admiring the goosebumps forming on your body every time their hands brush your skin. 
“Should we give her what she wants?” He turns around, talking to his copy. 
“I think she deserves it.” 
Your toes curl in anticipation when Johnny lays down on the table and urges you to sit on his lap, and you’re reactive like a puppy waiting for a treat after following an order, and for now, your treat is a kiss and his cock sinking into your dripping warm walls. It’s so big you moan in the messy kiss and you shiver when you feel his shadow behind you. They are all over you, their limbs mixing with the grey substance surrounding them, you can barely see the others through it. 
“Johnny,” you whine, hands planting on his chest when he lays flat again and his hands wrap around your hips, holding tight and moving you to grind against him, throbbing hard clit rubbing against him, sending buzzes of electricity through your bones. 
“You’re still so tight, angel, even if they absolutely destroyed you. So warm and wet for us,” he moans, brows knitted together, and nose scrunched up as you squeeze your walls around him on purpose. 
The sound of a smack on your ass resonates in the room before Youngho parts your cheeks and spits in your rim. Your head falls against Johnny’s shoulder, biting down the embarrassment but your cunt squeezes around him tighter, and so does your rim, twitching in anticipation. 
The shadow’s hand pushes you flat against his owner, keeping you arched, perky ass in perfect view as his cock makes its way into you, once again filling you until you can barely breathe. You can’t even form words anymore when they start working on you. Of course they know how to do it, they’re the same person after all, doing their best to mess with your brain and fuck you dumber. 
It’s not difficult for them to set a rhythm of steady and deep thrusts. You can feel Youngho move, so his right foot plants at your side while the other knee supports his weight firm against the table, giving you deep and calculated strokes. While Johnny moves your body up and down on him with ease. 
“Are you tired?” Johnny asks groggily, fingers tangling in your hair to lift your head up from his shoulder. He wants to admire your fucked out state, puffy lips, lipstick ruined and glossy eyes. 
You shake your head but your brain is empty and you can barely hold your body up, chest pressed against his, the muscles of your neck hurting as he forces you in place. 
“No?” He coos before kissing you roughly and biting your lower lip. “Have you starved yourself for months waiting for this?” It’s obvious the answer is no, you couldn’t have known you would meet them, but you’re still eager for more, it’s like you’ve been kept sex-less for years, actually. 
“You — you just feel so good,” you blabber out, some spit drooling out of your lips and he promptly licks it off. 
“How many times did she even come?” You faintly make out Jaehyun talking and someone else answering his doubts with uncertainty, and honestly, you don’t even know how many orgasms you had. 
“Mo — more,” you stammer, looking at him with droopy eyes. 
“And then I’m the greedy one,” Haechan comments, watching as your hips keep grinding meeting them halfway, there might not be a single coherent thought left in your brain but your body is extremely reactive, it’s almost as if it’s moving on its own. 
You’re startled when another shadow parts from Johnny. 
“What were you expecting?” He mocks, signalling his other self to lift you up in a straightened position. 
“Found a greedy one tonight, you never call me for the fun,” the third shadow whispers next to your lips before kissing you, his hands wrapping around your body, placing next to Johnny’s and Youngho’s. “Should I pay attention to those beautiful tits?” He asks, cupping them fiercely, kneading the soft flesh. 
Your head rolls back and the nth orgasm washes over you, body trembling while you’re pressed between theirs and their shadows, almost as if dark clouds are all over you, it also feels chilly but you’re burning up, and the contrast forms new shivers on your skin. 
You hear them chuckle before they all pay attention to different parts of your body. Youngho starts kissing your neck. Johnny’s fingers rub against your clit in swift motions. And the last one of him sucks and rubs your nipples eagerly. 
You are burning up. Getting stimulated  everywhere you can. 
“Fuck, you’re so… so beautiful,” Jeno whispers, staring at your blissful contorted face. You really love this. 
“Isn’t she?” Johnny replies, caressing your face and pulling you down, making his second shadow groan in disappointment. “All dumb and high on our cocks, nothing in that pretty, little brain of yours.” 
And as an answer, you give him a dumb smile, followed by a messy kiss before you’re pulled up again. 
“Taking it so well for someone that wanted to run away before,” the shadow fucking your ass comments. “Not scared anymore?” 
You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut, pushing more tears down your cheeks. 
“We feel good, don’t we?” The third shadow murmurs against your skin, alternating sucks with quick flicks on your sensitive nipples, and you nod again, a slur of ‘yes’ slipping out your mouth. 
“We could turn you and move you around like a doll and you wouldn’t even mind,” Youngho groans, and you can feel him twitch inside you, thrusts getting sloppier, signalling you he’s close. “Fucking tease,” he and Johnny curse at the same time when you clench around them on purpose.  
“Want us to fill you?” Johnny asks, fingers moving faster on your clit, cunt getting incredibly tighter, suffocating his dick. 
You only hum, hands tangling in the other shadow’s hair, pushing him closer to your breast, telling him to suck harder. 
“Want your cum, please, please,” you scream out, tears flooding down your face, at this point fighting against all your limits and overstimulation. 
And that’s the last drop they need to come, violent orgasm washing through them as deep groans and moans fill the room, the third shadow disappears and Johnny pulls you flat against him, kissing you roughly while his hips fuck into you with more strength, making sure to give you all his cum. 
“Fuck,” the shadow behind you growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcefully pulling you flat against his chest, kissing you just like the owner of his physical form. “You’re so good,” he says in a low-pitched voice, coming inside you before he lets you fall on Johnny’s body again. 
“It’s okay, angel, it’s fine,” Johnny murmurs against your hair, caressing your head as you breathe panting, tears wetting his skin. “Are you okay?” 
You hum, whining when you feel Youngho disappear, a river of cum drooling out of you. He keeps you there for a while, calming your shaking body, reassuring you did great, and only when he’s sure you’ve gained some strength back, he leaves one last kiss on your forehead before slipping out of your hold. 
The table feels even colder now that you lay there in a pool of cum and sweat, chest rising swiftly, and eyes wet with tears as you look around the room, passing them one by one, feeling your head spin. 
“Look what we got here,” Yuta’s voice sounds sultry, reaching your ears muffled while pleasure is still hazing your brain. “All wrecked and ruined. You don’t look like an angel at all now,” he mocks, tentacles slithering on your skin. “You always leave me the less fun part.” 
“I think she has proved enough she’d do anything for a good fuck, she won’t disappoint you.” You don’t get the nature of Haechan’s comments, but you’re sure he’s not genuinely praising you. You don’t reply though, you stopped doing that a few minutes before when they fucked any willpower out of you. 
Yuta snickers, “Is it true, angel?” The petname comes out venomous, eyes glinting and split tongue licking his lips. Everything about him is of a beautiful red, the colour of love or of something worst in this case. He seems ruthless and you’re not sure him being the last one was a smart choice. 
“I — I just need some water.” Your throat is dry and you’re not really sure you can take him. 
“Some water will give you the energy to take these?” he asks, tentacles lifting in the air, leaving you gasping for air. 
But you still nod, strong-headed, or maybe dumb even, but you came to terms with it, tonight wasn’t made for you to be smart, just to have fun and do reckless things, and until now, you survived, so what could go wrong? 
“Here’s some water,” Jaemin hands you a glass, watching with a tender smile as you struggle to lift your body. 
“Here,” Jeno whispers, coming behind you, keeping you up. “Drink it all.” 
“Maybe you could use some alcohol,” Haechan says and Johnny silences him with a hit in his stomach. 
“Can you quit being an asshole for two seconds?” 
“I was being serious,” he replies holding his stomach. “It could help her loosen up.” 
“I’m fine,” you mumble, looking down at your shaking thigh when Jeno’s hand slips there, caressing you. 
“Are you sure?” It’s Yuta talking though, watching your body tremble and you gulp down water like a thirsty camel in the driest desert. He has no idea how you made it there without passing out, and either you’re really, really, desperate or you’re hiding something, but even he can’t get what it is. 
“I can take it, I want to take it,” the second phrase comes out in a shier confession, looking down at the empty glass, waiting for Jaemin to fill it again.
“Don’t drink too much or we will have unpleasant surprises,” Haechan chuckles. 
“You’re so disgusting you wouldn’t even mind,” Jeno tells him and the demon shrugs, mumbling a ‘maybe’. 
With one last check-in, both Jeno and Jaemin pull away from you, leaning you down on the table again. 
“Was it enough of a break for you, insatiable little thing?” 
You nod, eyes following the appendance crawl out of him and reach for you. 
“Are those humans not enough?” His eyes glint in excitement as he watches your eager face stare at his tentacles, he had never seen anyone so excited for this, especially after everything the others did with you. 
“No,” you reply shyly.  
“So the stories are true? What is that? They don’t care about your pleasure?” 
You nod, trapping your lips between your teeth when one of his tentacles passes down your thigh and rubs against your cunt before circling your waist moving up until it reaches your breast and then up to your neck. 
“They don’t,” you have no idea where you’re finding the strength to reply, but you do, chest panting harder with every touch on your skin. 
“And what makes you think monsters care?” 
“You — you do, you did,” you bite back a scream when the tentacle around your whole body moves away, leaving space for a thicker one to slip inside your sopping wet cunt. “Fuck,” your head rolls back, it’s not really thicker than the others you had but the texture is driving you crazy, it’s bumpy and it rubs against your walls deliciously. 
“What if I told you I’m tired of waiting and I don’t think I’ll pay much attention to your wants or needs?” 
“I — I don’t care.” 
“She only cares about getting used and filled, what’s not clicking, yet?” Haechan comments, and you can feel him roll his eyes, and your eyes snap open when you feel him right against your ear. You’d like to yell at him to step back but when Yuta leaves you empty you can only groan in disappointment and look at him, letting the demon nibble your skin. 
“What, angel?” Yuta has a devilish smile on his face, one eyebrow raised and you can see in his eyes he’s having the time of his life.  
You stutter without letting out a sound, blinking and shaking your head thinking you’re going insane. But when you open your eyes it’s still there, well, they are still there. “T-two?” 
Yuta hums, pumping his cocks and moving closer to you, his knees brushing against the table. They chose the worst place to have you but he’ll make it count. 
“You didn’t complain with theirs.” 
“It — it was different. How will this work?” 
Yuta doesn’t reply, his lips twitch in an arrogant, scary grin and then two tentacles grab your legs and push them open and flat next to your panting chest, the harsh movement causing some cum to drip out of you with an embarrassing sound that makes you cover your face for a slipt second before some other tentacles grab your wrists and pin them above your head. 
“Two dicks, two holes,” he winks, pushing in, bottoming in with a forceful thrust, thick cocks filling your abused holes once again. “See, we’re made for each other.” 
You only hum a reply, it’s not as terrible as you imagine it would be, at this point it can’t be when you lost track of how many dicks you had inside you tonight, whether it was separately or at the same time. It should be embarrassing but it’s not. Not even if the squelches are disgusting, even if you moan and squirm underneath him like crazy, and even if you look like a mess while they don’t. They are all surrounding you now, giving Yuta space to do what he wants with you but still humping themselves lazily as they watch the last drops of sanity being drained out of your brain. 
And you truly feel like you’re going insane, Yuta is everywhere,  inside you, outside, tentacles sucking your nipples, licking your clit, fucking you rough. You can’t tell if he’s using some sort of powers over you but it’s like the more he sucks and fucks, the more you crave, you don’t feel that tired, only eager for more. Pleasure dizzying your mind and making you melt in his hold. 
“Want to suck you,” you babble, looking at him with pleading eyes. As if you need to plead for it. 
“Want my tentacle, angel?” 
You nod swiftly, lips parting and tongue rolling out, the sight sinful and vulgar enough that could make them come right there and there. 
“How can I say no when you look so pretty?” And with that, he stuffs a tentacle inside your mouth, he doesn’t fuck your throat this time, letting you suck on it like a lollipop, getting off to the sight of your hollowed cheeks and closed eyes, long lashes falling on your wet cheeks while you suck on it as if your life depends on it. 
“Fuck, where have you been all this time?” Jaehyun groans, amazed by you and how well you keep reacting to everything they’re throwing at you, or you’re asking yourself. 
“Yeah, right?” Jaemin whispers, you got he doesn’t like to say much but the way he’s looking at you tells you everything. If he could keep you around forever, he would. And probably you wouldn’t mind either, not a dull moment with them around and your deeper, more primal needs would always be satisfied. 
You hum louder around the appendance, lower body grinding back against Yuta, following his movements lazily. And usually, he would last longer, but the way you’re sucking him, it’s driving him insane. 
When the tentacle pulls out of you, coming in your mouth, you choke on it again, rivers of white substance trailing in your hair, not meeting your eyes only because you promptly close them and then you feel Jaehyun’s cold hand move it away from your closed eyelids. 
“Want both,” you beg, pushing your hips up from the table, meeting Yuta’s surprised gaze. 
“Isn’t it what I’m al —”
“Both in one hole,” you shut him immediately, silence falling in the room as everyone stops in their tracks. 
“Aren’t you testing your luck a bit too much tonight, little girl?” Johnny asks, hoping to push some sense in you but you’re firm in your decision. 
“I want it,” you whine again, struggling in the firm hold of Yuta’s limbs. “Can you do it? Would it hurt you?” 
“Hurt me?” Yuta asks with the highest-pitched tone you heard from him tonight. It wasn’t like he really minded, but this did seem a bit too reckless coming from you. “You’ll end up being hurt.” 
You shake your head. “But I want it, we can always stop, can’t we?” 
Yuta thinks if I can stop but doesn’t say it out loud, instead, he pulls out of you, leaving you empty and gaping before he wraps a hand around his lengths and presses them together enough they can squeeze against your entrance, for your sake he stops for a moment and does a little trick, making the second cock smaller, for what he can, it’s not much and he still thinks you’re going to bend and break but if you want it that much. 
He pushes in slowly and you bite back a slightly pained scream with every inch that sinks deeper. 
Jeno is quick at trapping your lips with his, feeling a familiar energy eluding out of you but doesn’t dwell on it much. You simply are addicting, and he’s created to go crazy for everything that is just like you. 
“You’re taking him so well, angel,” Jaemin’s voice reaches your ear while you can feel his light, delicate touch on the few patches of skin that are not tormented by the other tentacles. 
Yuta growls groggily when he finally bottoms in, your tight, warm walls squeezing him to the point it’s hard to slip out. “Fuck — fuck,” his brows are twisted in a concentrated furrow and you see some sweat pool on his forehead. He had never done that before, other humans were terrified only at the sight of the two. That’s why he kept the second one hidden until his turn arrived and he was always the last, most of the time they didn’t even arrive there. But you, fuck, you were hypnotic and magical for all the things you endured that night. “Feel so fucking good. Is it good for you?” 
You nod eagerly, looking at him past Jeno and Haechan that are kissing your neck greedily, hitting other spots that make you shiver. “Fill me so well,” you reply breathly, muscles trembling as you feel on the edge again. 
Your words make something snap in him, now that he’s sure you’re enjoying it, his hips start moving on their own, he’s not going incredibly fast, enjoying the sensation of your body almost trapping him in and his cocks rubbing against your insides. But his pushes are deep and rhythmic, strong hands wrapping around your waist to fuck you back against him every time, and you’re sure that you’re going to have so many marks of that night on you for a long time. 
Your brain blanks out, head rolled back, and mouth closing and opening only to let out choked moans and sobs. And it’s still not enough, you feel empty, you need more, but asking for it seems impossible. And for the first time in the night, you're glad someone can get in your head. 
“I fear she wants more,” Jaehyun says, surprising Yuta, hips coming to a halt for a split second. 
“More?” He repeats to make sure he heard right. 
“Yeah, wants all her holes filled.”
Yuta groans loudly, throwing his head back and then pushes a tentacle inside you, not extremely thick because he feels like he's exploding, your tight insides squeezing him, and another thing inside you wouldn't have let him move. But for you, it's enough to fulfil a need. 
“Want more, angel?” Johnny asks, cock prodding at your lips and he doesn’t even have to ask that you try to take him in, the position it’s not the best but you make it work anyway. 
“Let go of her hands,” Jaemin orders Yuta, and his tentacles free your hands. The fairy and Jaehyun are fast at bringing them on their cocks, and you get the message without them saying a word. 
There is truly no sanity left in your body anymore. Yuta filling your cunt and ass, Jeno and Haechan sucking your nipples, Johnny in your mouth and your hands stroking Jaemin and Jaehyun. You’re filled to the brim with pleasure, and it’s so much it overflows, whole body shaking, broken moans muffled in your mouth and toes curling in your shoes as you feel the nth orgasm hit you. 
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” the tentacle monster rasps, watching how attentively you take care of the others and still try to fuck back into him. “Such a pleasant surprise.”
And then they can’t hold it back any longer, the room explodes with moans, groans, cries, and dirty, messy sounds of bodies and skins against each other. They all come, you can’t tell who loses it first, only feel your body get hit by their cum before they take a step back. 
Yuta lasts a bit longer, leaning closer to you as he gives one last forceful thrust, his cocks and tentacle emptying inside you, so much cum it spills out of you before he can even get it all inside. 
Static sounds fill your mind when the last orgasm washes over you, it comes a bit after his and it feels strenuous, you can’t even moan anymore, only sob with your head turned to the side and your body wriggling under his. 
“Can’t believe you’re real,” Yuta whispers, holding his body up with his hands flat against the table at your head’s side. “I wouldn’t have bet a candy on you.”
A faint smile paints on your face before you cuddle up in a fetal position, cringing at all the seed sticking to your skin, the movement making even more of a mess. 
“Are you okay?” When you blink your eyes you find Johnny kneeling at your level, brushing your sweat-soaked hair out of your face. 
You hum, moving your mouth to talk but no words came out. 
Jaehyun chuckles, “Now you need me?”
Yes, asshole. Tell them I’m fine.
“She’s fine and she called me an asshole.” 
“Oh, she’s doing amazing then if she can still be annoying,” Haechan chuckles, but unlike his comments of before his tone is playful and you find yourself chuckling too before your eyelids get too heavy and you fall asleep. 
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When you walk out of the room it’s past 2 A.M and you find Ningning waiting for you in the small bathroom on the ground floor. 
“Took you long enough, honey. I thought they killed you,” she whispers, pushing you inside, staring at your devastated state with an amused grin. The sleeves of the dress you made last minute are gone, the skirt is as dirty as your hair and your top barely stays on you. They didn’t kill you but close enough. 
You laugh her comments off, grabbing the clean clothes she’s holding for you, and groaning in front of the mirror. You have cum everywhere, but you don’t pay it much attention, hurrying yourself to finally pee and then change into your clothes, pushing the others in a bag. 
“Hell, never dressing like one of those ever again,” you chuckle, a disgusted edge in your voice while you walk out of there, throwing the fake wings — the only thing you have left of that horrible  costume, luckily enough the halo got lost somewhere else — under a bush next to the back door that gave to the backyard. 
“Are you done?” Ningning asks, handing you a cigarette when she notices you’re at least dressed up again, an appearance of normality on your face even if some cum dried in your hair and she knows she’ll have fun hearing you try to get it out in the morning. 
You smile, bringing it to your lips, “I think they just gifted me eternity with this fuck,” you breathe out, shaking your head, feeling stronger than ever before, inhaling deeply the cold night air that wakes you up fully from your haze. 
Your friend rolls her eyes, “I have no idea how you can fake it so well, and this time you risked it.” 
“I’ve spent ages crafting my skills,” you joke, intertwining your arm with hers, and passing her the cigarette back. “Should we go home?” You ask and when she nods you start to walk away from the house. 
“Was it good at least?” She asks, the only sounds filling the night are your heels on pebble stones and the faint music still coming from that place, dimming with every step you take further from there. 
Your lips curl in a smirk, eyes flashing red as you think of the night you lived, memories of it imprinted in your brain for eternity. “It was so good I might want to tell Satan this one.” 
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Kinktober Day 29
Dollification/Objectification - Yuta
!dom Yuta
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“How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?”
Yuta places one hand over your mouth to shut you up, while the other is three fingers deep in your cunt, stretching you out in preparation for him. Your relationship was purely physical, the attraction you shared was intense, fiery, a perfect representation of who you both were as people. Nights like this aren’t new to you, often called or visited in the early hours of the morning, drunk or sober, always horny. 
After a long makeout session in the entryway of your apartment, you were both naked, and you were growing more desperate and more… submissive by the second. Yuta had so much power over you, both physically and mentally, he knew how to command you, and how to transform you into exactly what he wanted.
You want to apologise, but remember his request, so instead you just continue to stare at him, attempting a blank expression although this is hard as he thrusts his fingers in particularly hard. It is demeaning to be laying under him like this, unmoving and unresponsive, but Yuta loves it, so by default, you love it too. He is hard, and you feel it with every grind into you, every second closer to having his cock, and holy shit, you need it.
You hope that your eyes are pleading, as words don’t leave your lips, and it takes every ounce of strength you have to hold yourself together as you cum around his fingers, your body shakes and you bite down on your lip so hard that it starts to bleed. Yuta groans at the sight of you, he can see just how much you are struggling and it turns him on tenfold. 
He pulls you through your first orgasm, and then takes his hand to his cock, stroking himself slick with your arousal, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment before focusing again, finding your entrance to tease at it with just the tip of his cock before slowly sliding in.
“You’re so much better like this,” He moans, “My toy to play with, to fuck whenever I want.”
Yuta starts off fast, not caring that you are barely through your orgasm, already oversensitive, he moves his hand from your mouth only so that you can breathe better, but you still had better not make a sound.
“My doll,” He teases you, “You fit me perfectly, you were made for me, weren’t you?”
He doesn’t want an answer, though you almost forget that, opening your mouth before shutting it again quickly when you see his expression change. As hard as you try, even with your mouth shut, muffled moans escape you as he fucks harder, faster, god, it feels so fucking good. Being used by him like this turns you on almost as much as it does for him. Soon though, he tires of the position, and pulls out of you to then flip you over onto your stomach, spreading your legs to fit between them, he guides your knees up so that your ass sticks out, perfecting the angle to thrust into you once more. 
You bite your hand now to try and stay silent, fists balled in the sheets while you take what Yuta gives, his cock deep inside you, body rocking with the force of his thrusts. His black painted nails dig into your hips as he pulls you back to meet him with every thrust, with each second it proves harder and harder to stay quiet.
“You’re nothing more than a hole for me,” Yuta growls, and you let out a gasp at the harshness of his words, “But you know that, don’t you? You like being filled, it’s all you know how to do.”
You can feel yourself begin to tense, both from the objectifying words that Yuta spits at you, and from the way that his cock makes you feel. You let your head roll to the side, giving yourself the freedom to stare at Yuta over your shoulder, smiling slightly as he catches your eye, tilting his head in another warning, though you can tell he doesn’t mind so much anymore, not when he has had you quiet for so long, and not when he is so close to finishing.
An exceptionally hard thrust has you cry out, breaking the silence, and Yuta groans in desire at the sound, now chasing that as well as his release, begging you to let go, telling you to no longer be quiet, but again to remember that you are purely there for his pleasure, his enjoyment, and right now the source of that enjoyment is the pitiful cries that leave you. 
You are screaming his name as you cum on his cock this time, clenching around him with force to bring him closer to his own high. It doesn’t take much longer, just some pleading from you, further whimpers and cries, pushing back into him as he thrusts into you is all that is needed to have him fall apart too, cock twitching inside you as he releases in hot bursts. The warmth is a familiar feeling, so used to it now after the many times he has done this exact same thing. He fucks you until he runs dry, no more left to give and he pulls out before moving off you and rolling onto his back on the mattress to your left.
His chest heaves as he comes down from his euphoria, pulling you closer to him to relax together, he brushes his red hair back off his forehead and then leans forward to press a kiss to yours. You know that he won’t be here for long, he never stays the night, and you don’t particularly want him to, but for now, this is nice, and welcomed after being so dehumanised and defiled.
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Wicked Games
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🕷️ kinktober — day 16: edging 🕸️
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pairing: haechan (nct) + reader (afab/fem)
genre: non-idol!au, smut
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, subtle d/s dynamics (dom!haechan), edging / orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), dry humping, fingering, haechan does eventually let reader cum, haechan calls reader ‘baby’
word count: ~1.3k
synopsis: your boyfriend’s favorite game? denying your orgasms at the last possible second <3
a/n: dedicating this one to my fellow haechan stan @jaylaxies (aria 💙) 🤭
posted: october 16, 2023
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Three times. Your boyfriend had basically taken you by the hand, leading you to the very brink, the precipice, of an orgasm just to rip it away from you right before you could have it. Each time a whine would tear through your throat and escape through your lips before he would hush you with a kiss, telling you that would be the last one. But it wasn’t, it never was. He was in one of those moods again.
Haechan would often get into these sadistic moods where he would thrive off of edging you, denying your release over and over and over again until he finally felt some sympathy for you. He luxuriated in the way your brows scrunched together and your mouth parted to let out a noise of unfathomable pleasure before it turned into squeaks of disappointment and frustration. A smile would spread across his rosy lips when your knuckles would tighten then unfurl after being played for the nth time. It was all a game to him, and he only scored points when you looked disheveled, disheartened, and dissatisfied.
“Hae- Haechan, please,” your voice came out in cracked breaths, desperation dripping off of your words.
“Yes, baby?” he was so patronizing in the way he addressed you, like he was so innocent.
“I need to cum,” you whimpered like a wounded animal, begging for mercy, “Please.”
“You need to?” he repeated, “Or you want to?”
“I-,” you had to be careful, because however you answered next would determine your fate in the next few minutes, “I need to.”
“That so?” he asked after a moment of consideration.
You nodded, hissing when his fingertips touched the bruises he left from gripping your thigh while eating you out just ten minutes prior. The corners of his lips twitched, wanting to form a wicked smile. He continued to trail his fingers along your skin, over your hips and waist, past your navel, creating goosebumps in their wake. Up the center of your chest and the column of your throat, finally the digits came to a halt at your chin. They tilted your face towards his own as he now hovered close to you on your shared bed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the taste of your pussy still present on them from his earlier venture.
“Then I shouldn’t make my love wait any longer, huh?”
A venomous undertone was latent in the way he spoke. Your eyes began to tear up as you realized this will either be the finale of your torment or just another round of his cruel little game. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take, but you wanted to cum so bad you couldn’t think straight anymore.
You breathed deeply in and out of your nose, gritting your teeth behind tight lips as Haechan’s fingers went back between your thighs, drawing meaningless lines and curves with the lightest touch possible. The skin between your thighs was sticky from the amount of arousal that had built up over the past thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of amusing foreplay turned into agony.
The first time, he had you pressed against the wall, your clothes still on. His knee was pressed against your cunt, expertly bucking up between your thighs until you were crying out his name and gripping onto his shirt for dear life. Then he was pulling away, tossing you onto the bed unceremoniously.
The second time, he was eating you out, relentlessly lapping at your clit like a piece of candy. And he didn’t stop until you were squeezing your legs around his head, moans spilling from your pretty lips. The same lips that whined out when he came up with a wet smirk on his own lips, mischief prominent in the way he moved up to kiss you.
The third time, he had been making out with you fervently, the two of you a mess of tangled limbs and mashed lips and teeth. He couldn’t hold back his grunts as he slotted his hips between yours and humped you. Both of you were still in your clothes, but only undergarments. You could practically feel his erection against your pelvis, the tip moistening his boxers as it bumped against your folds with every thrust of his hips. You were so close that third time, the closest you had gotten, only for him to pull away with a laugh when he noticed how pathetic you looked.
But now was the fourth time, and it seemed he was going to finger you. Usually your boyfriend liked to cum inside of you, so your chances of cumming soon were looking slim to none. Your chest deflated when you came to the realization, and Haechan noticed the shift in your expressions. A crack formed in his sadistic, playful demeanor.
“Want you to cum on my fingers. You can do that, can’t you, baby?” he kissed your cheek lovingly as his fingers finally slipped between the cushions of your thighs. The sides of his hands accumulated the arousal from your skin while his fingertips collected it from the depths of your slit. A chill went down your spine as you finally got him to touch you, like, actually touch you. Not with his knee or his tongue, “_________?”
“Yes,” you panted, already having forgotten the question. All you could think about was the pads of his middle and ring fingers teasing the slick skin around your clit. Your hips were bucking into his, yearning for more of him. He found it amusing, a cocky smile showing as he finally moved his fingers to your hole, dipping them in. His eyes watched your face contort with pleasure as he slowly sunk his fingers deeper, knuckle by knuckle, until he couldn’t go any more.
He slowly pulled his fingers out before thrusting them back in, repeating those fluid movements again and again. He created a pace that had your head digging into the pillows and your back arching. Your hands were clutching at his arm and the bed sheets, your fingernails denting his skin and your fingers twisting the sheets in their grip.
You were painfully aware of the wet sounds coming from between your legs. The squelching caused your ears and cheeks to burn with embarrassment, but it only turned Haechan on more than he already was. He loved knowing that he could make you this wet. That with a little foreplay and teasing, he could turn you into the biggest mess, and all without you cumming. If his pride could be measured it would’ve broken a scale by now.
“Cum on my fingers,” he said, gaze intense as he watched you get closer and closer to release. He knew your tells so well by now. The way you clenched around him was a dead giveaway, but your thighs also twitched and shifted, like you wanted to run but had nowhere to go. Your chest moved sporadically with your uneven, rugged breaths. Your moans became unbridled and carnal.
“Can I?” you whimpered, praying this wasn’t just some cruel joke he was making before he ripped the rug out from under your feet again.
“Yeah, baby, come on. Make a mess on my fingers, I want you to.”
Before he could even finish talking, you were already letting out a moan-like sigh, your hips pressing up against his soaked fingers. As soon as you finished, they fell back against the bed, and you were now aware of just how wet the sheets had gotten. But you didn’t care in that moment, and you wouldn’t for a while longer. You only cared about the buzzing sensation riding throughout your lower half, like electricity running through an electric fence. It crackled in your abdomen, your thighs, your toes, your clit. You forgot how good it felt to actually cum. Maybe now you were starting to understand why Haechan got off on doing this to you.
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