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Obsession ; Lee Donghyuck

Pairings: Ex Boyfriend! Donghyuck x Fem!Reader

Genre: angst, smut

Description: trapped in a web of desire and destruction, you find yourself drawn back to donghyuck—a man who thrives on your desperation, wielding your vulnerabilities like weapons for his amusement. he's cold, cruel, and intoxicating, a storm you can't resist even as it tears you apart. torn between guilt and longing, between a love that nurtures and a lust that consumes, you surrender to the chaos, knowing he’ll leave you broken but always coming back for more.

Warnings: donghyuck being your piece of shit ex that you can’t resist, infidelity and questionable morals, fingering, unprotected sex, use of swear words

a/n: it’s been such a long time since i’ve written something, but i saw the dreamies live three weeks ago and i couldn’t get haechan out of my head. also isn't a riize post oops. also trying to slowly ease back in to writing a bit more smut without cringing :)

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“i’m starting to think you’re enjoying this a lot more than you let on,” he drawls, his voice a velvet blade, cutting through the fragile resolve you tried to muster.

what could you say? what excuse could possibly justify why you always found yourself drawn back here, like a moth courting the flame it once swore to avoid?

the door swings open, and there he stands, the glow from the hallway casting a golden halo over his sharp features—a devil in disguise. his lips curl into that infuriatingly lazy smile, a smirk that teeters on the edge of arrogance and amusement, gaze raking over you, deliberate and slow, before his fingers loop around your wrist and pull you inside.

the warmth of his touch shoots through you, a traitorous shiver trailing in its wake and he catches it, of course, his smirk widening, as you practically feel the weight of his ego swelling in the confined space.

nine months. nine months since you stormed out of this very apartment, every door slam echoing your hurt, every bitter word hanging in the air like a ghost. you had left him, shattered and raw, swearing it was the last time. yet, here you were—cruel fate, or perhaps just your own weakness, leading you back to the scene of your undoing.

“shut up, hyuck,” you murmur, keeping your gaze firmly anchored to the floor. even now, you can’t bring yourself to meet those molten eyes, the ones that always seem to see right through you.

“cute,” he muses, his tone dripping with mockery. “you think pretending to hate this will make cheating on your boyfriend any easier to justify?”

the words hit like a lash, shame igniting across your skin. but then he moves, closing the space between you with the ease of a predator circling prey. each step is deliberate, calculated, until your back hits the edge of his marble countertop, the cold surface seeping through your clothes, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him.

his hands settle on the small of your back, the grip firm but not harsh, like he knows he doesn’t need force to reel you in. his touch drags you forward, and your breath catches as the cool metal of his rings presses against your sides, tracing small, maddening circles.

shame courses through you like a tidal wave, bitter and suffocating, but it’s no match for the inferno he stokes within you. desire, hot and all-consuming, rises to meet his touch, stealing the air from your lungs as he tilts his head, lips ghosting dangerously close to yours.

in this moment, your body betrays you completely, leaning into his pull, despite the fractured pieces of your conscience screaming in protest.

and he knows. god, he knows.

“look at me,” hyuck’s voice is a low, deliberate murmur, the kind of sound that slithers down your spine and pools in your stomach. his lips hover near the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath prickling your skin. your fingers dig into the edge of the table, the hard wood biting into your palms as you fight the tremor threatening to buckle your knees.

you don’t dare obey. you know better than to meet his gaze—those dark, magnetic eyes that have always been your undoing. one look, and you’d be lost. he’d have you exactly where he wanted, and like the fool you are, you’d let him.

instead, you shake your head in protest, squeezing your eyes shut as if that flimsy barrier could shield you from the pull of him. you don’t see it—the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, the way that wicked grin carves its way across his face, sharp as a blade and twice as dangerous.

and then you feel it.

his hand wraps around your neck, firm and unrelenting, his grip just enough to force your eyes to fly open. a gasp tears from your lips, sharp and startled, as you’re dragged back into his orbit.

“you know I hate asking twice, angel,” he says, his voice dripping with mock sweetness, though the pressure of his hand tightens ever so slightly. your pulse throbs wildly against his palm, and you hate—hate—the way it echoes the same rhythm pounding between your thighs.

he sees it all. knows it all. and the glint in his eyes says as much.

as if to drive the point home, hyuck pulls you closer by the neck, erasing the last sliver of distance between you. his gaze doesn’t waver, locked on yours like a predator reveling in its prey’s surrender.

“but of course,” he purrs, his lips curling into a smirk that’s pure sin, “you probably like making me have to bend you to my will.”

you can’t speak. whether it’s from the pressure of his hand around your neck or the weight of his question, you’re not sure. but deep down, you know the real reason—the truth festering in the corners of your mind that you could never bring yourself to admit.

how could you say it aloud? that you relished this? that the chaos he stirred in you, the reckless abandon he ignited, was something no one else could replicate? certainly not your sweet, dependable boyfriend.

your boyfriend. the thought flickers briefly, like a distant beacon you don’t really want to follow. he was kind, attentive, always answering your texts with care, never vanishing into thin air to “enjoy the night” or leaving you second-guessing yourself.

he was everything hyuck wasn’t. and yet, here you were.

because there was something about hyuck—the way he upended your calm, the way his unpredictability set every nerve in your body alight. you knew the butterflies in your stomach weren’t some romantic thrill but a warning, your body screaming danger. yet, you ran toward it anyway, like a ship steering straight into the storm.

you’d leave your boyfriend’s place with flimsy excuses—work, errands, anything to mask the truth—and find yourself here, wrapped in donghyuck’s intoxicating pull.

donghyuck, with his honey-brown skin that seemed to glow in the dimmest light. donghyuck, with his dark hair falling just so, framing those piercing eyes that stripped you bare, laying your soul out for him to toy with. no one else had ever reached you like this—peeling back layers you didn’t even know existed, exposing raw emotions you didn’t know how to hide.

and he knew it. of course he did. that’s why he’d send you pictures of other girls he was hooking up with—deliberate, cruel, knowing exactly what it would do to you. he fed on your reactions, thrived on them, wielding them like a blade. and like the masochist you were, you let him. you always let him.

“enlighten me,” he taunts now, his lips curling into that smug, wolfish grin. “why is it you keep showing up at my door, hmm?”

“i thought you told me you found everything you deserved in him.”

his voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it, sharp enough to cut. he knows the answer, of course. he always does. but he wants to hear it fall from your lips, to drag the truth from you as if it’ll make his triumph all the sweeter.

“words, angel. i need you to use them,” he coos, his mockery wrapped in honey. his lips purse into a feigned pout, as though this were some mundane conversation, as though his fingers weren’t still wrapped firmly around your neck, holding you in place.

“i-i…” the words stumble from your mouth, fractured and useless. the dizziness comes next—a hazy swirl from the weight of his grip, but worse, the heat that floods your body as his lips descend.

they graze your neck, soft yet deliberate, each kiss a spark igniting a trail of fire beneath your skin. goosebumps erupt in his wake, your body betraying you yet again. you head tilts of its own accord, baring your throat to him as if in surrender.

and hyuck? he chuckles softly against your skin, low and smug, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“so eager for me. i wonder,” hyuck murmurs, his voice a silken blade that slices through the last of your composure, “if you’re this pliant for sungchan.”

the name lands like a blow, a reminder of the person you’ve betrayed in your spiral back to hyuck’s clutches. your breath hitches, eyes squeezing shut as the sting of guilt prickles behind them.

you bite down hard on your lip, desperate to stifle the sob building in your throat. what kind of person does this? what kind of girlfriend are you, when your body—traitorous and weak—only seems to come alive for him?

a single tear escapes, tracing a slow, shameful path down your cheek. hyuck’s low chuckle follows, dark and knowing. the click of his tongue reverberates through you, his enjoyment as palpable as the air that thrums with tension.

he releases your neck, his hands sliding up to cradle your face instead, his thumb swiping away the tear with a tenderness so contradictory it makes your chest ache.

“don’t cry, silly girl,” he croons, his tone both mocking and saccharine. “i already know the answer to that question.”

you try to look away, but his grip keeps you steady, his gaze locking onto yours with the kind of intensity that burns.

“of course you don’t,” he continues, his lips curving into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “nobody knows how to make you feel this way but me. that’s why you keep coming back.” he leans in closer, his words brushing your skin like an intimate caress.

“isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

your resistance crumbles under the weight of his words. against your better judgment, your eyes meet his, truly meet them, for the first time tonight. you take him in, every detail. the dark flecks in his irises, the scattered moles you once traced with your fingertips, the way his hair falls a little longer now, grazing his lashes.

your heart slams against your ribs, a violent rhythm that feels too loud, too desperate. you swallow hard, unable to tear your gaze away as your eyes trail down, drinking him in like you’re parched and he’s the only thing that could ever quench you.

god, he hasn’t changed. not a bit. he still burns with that same maddening allure, that magnetic pull that sets your world ablaze. the fire he ignites in your stomach roars to life, an uncontrollable inferno that only he seems capable of sparking.

and that’s the most terrifying part of all.

you’ve tried to move on, tried to fill the void he left behind with someone kind, someone stable. but it was all in vain. every attempt to leave him behind had been futile. every lie you told yourself unraveled the moment you stepped back into his orbit.

because no matter how much you pretended, no matter how much you wanted to believe otherwise, some part of you—the most vulnerable, broken part—would always belong to him.

the silence between you is unbearable, charged with the kind of tension that tightens around your chest like a vice. his thumb lingers on your cheek, dragging slow circles as if savoring the tear he just wiped away. his gaze, dark and piercing, drinks in every crack in your composure, but there’s no softness in his eyes—only cold amusement.

“you’ve always been so predictable,” hyuck says, his voice as smooth and sharp as a blade. “throwing yourself at the things you know will ruin you. it’s almost pathetic, angel.”

your breath hitches, and his smirk deepens, smug and unrelenting as his hand drops to your throat again, holding you in place. his grip isn’t tight—yet—but the promise of his strength makes your knees tremble. you wish you could deny the power he has over you, but the truth is in the way your body responds to every word, every touch.

“maybe,” you manage to whisper, though your voice wavers under his scrutiny. “maybe i like the way it feels to fall.”

he lets out a low laugh, humorless and biting. “oh, i know you do. that’s why you’re here. why you always come crawling back.”

his hand slides down to your collarbone, then lower, the heat of his touch searing through your clothes. his eyes rake over you, slow and deliberate, like you’re nothing more than something to be dissected, picked apart piece by piece.

“you’re just so easy to break,” he continues, his lips curling into a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “always so eager to let me destroy you.”

your fingers twist into his shirt, your grip trembling as you try to ground yourself, but it only seems to fuel his cruel amusement. his free hand wraps around your wrist, pulling it free with a force that feels more like a warning than a rejection.

“look at you,” he says, tilting his head as if observing something trivial. “you don’t even try to hide how much you like this, do you?”

the sting of his words slices through you, but shame only tightens the knot of desire in your stomach. he knows it—sees it in the way your lips part, the way your chest rises and falls as you fight for composure, how you’re struggling to clench your thighs together.

“say it,” he demands, his grip tightening on your wrist as he yanks you closer, his voice a low growl in your ear. “admit it. admit that no one else can make you feel like this.”

you want to fight, to cling to some shred of dignity, but it’s useless. he’s already unraveled you, stripped you bare, and he knows it.

“i hate you,” you whisper, but even to your own ears, it sounds like a plea.

he barks out a laugh, sharp and mocking. “liar,” he spits, before his lips crash into yours.

the kiss is rough, bruising, a clear reminder of how little control you have. his hands are relentless, sliding over your body like he’s claiming you, like every inch of you belongs to him alone. and in this moment, it does.

the counter digs into your back as he presses you harder against it, his grip firm and unyielding. your fingers claw at his shoulders, desperate to find something to hold onto, but he doesn’t care. you’re nothing more than a toy in his hands, a distraction to pass the time.

when he finally pulls back, his eyes are cold, calculating as they search your face. he doesn’t need to say anything to remind you of your place—you see it in the smug curve of his lips, the way his gaze lingers like he’s already grown bored.

“see? that wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with condescension as his thumb brushes your bottom lip.

“you always give in eventually. it’s almost too easy.”

your chest heaves as you try to steady your breathing, your head spinning from the intensity of him.

to him, you’re nothing more than a game. a way to stroke his ego, to remind himself of the control he wields. and yet, despite knowing that, you still find yourself reaching for him, your fingers grazing his arm as if you can’t bear to let go.

hyuck chuckles, low and derisive, before shaking his head. “pathetic,” he says, the word cutting deep, but you don’t flinch.

because he’s right. And you hate how much you like it.

“hyuck—” your voice cracks, trailing off as your fingers clutch at the hem of his tank top again. the fabric is soft but stretched taut in your grip, an anchor in the storm of your own undoing. you tug him closer, your hands trembling, though whether it’s from desperation or shame, you can’t be sure.

“what?” he drawls lazily, his voice dripping with mockery. “what do you need from me, princess?”

the nickname isn’t affectionate. it’s laced with condescension, a sharp reminder of how thoroughly he has you wrapped around his finger. you can feel the weight of his gaze, studying you like a specimen caught under glass, a plaything meant only to amuse him.

and you hate yourself for the way it thrills you.

hyuck tilts his head slightly, feigning ignorance, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrays him. he knows why you’re here—of course he does. this is his game, after all. you’re just the piece he maneuvers however he pleases.

“come on,” he presses, his voice smooth and teasing, like a predator drawing out its prey. “you’ve got something to say, don’t you?”

your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling as you try to force words past the lump in your throat. but all you can manage is a shaky, “hyuck, please.”

his smirk widens, and the way his eyes gleam—dark, triumphant—makes your stomach churn with both desire and self-loathing. “please,” he echoes, as though the word tastes foreign on his tongue. “you’re so weak. you can’t even say what you want, can you?”

the sting of his words leaves you breathless, but it only tightens the knot of longing in your chest, and most importantly between your thighs. you’ve walked willingly into this trap, after all.

this is what he does—feeds on your vulnerability, siphons every ounce of emotion you have to give, leaving you hollow and craving more.

he closes the sliver of space between you, his shadow swallowing you whole. his eyebrow arches, the picture of bored indifference.

“you’re an adult,” he snaps, his tone sharp enough to cut. “start acting like one. if you want something, you better speak.“

your grip on his shirt tightens as you stare up at him, trembling under the weight of his presence. the cruel set of his jaw, the way he looks at you like you’re nothing more than a toy he hasn’t finished playing with—it shouldn’t excite you the way it does. but it does. god, it does.

you take another deep breath, trying to piece together a coherent thought, but your mind is a blur, your words caught somewhere between your heart and the tightening ache in your stomach. he’s watching you unravel, his gaze cold and calculating, like he’s already grown bored of this moment and is waiting for you to catch up.

“hyuck,” you whisper again, though it’s more of a whimper now, your voice trembling as you meet his eyes.

he chuckles, low and derisive, the sound reverberating through you like a pulse. “that’s it?” he taunts, his hand shooting out to grasp your wrist. his fingers curl around it firmly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that you’re his for the taking.

“all that begging and you can’t even tell me what you want? what a waste of my time.”

his hand moves, gliding from your wrist to the base of your throat, his thumb resting just below your jaw. he tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze back to his, his smirk cruel and unwavering.

“let me guess,” he says, his tone mocking as his eyes trace over your face.

“you want me to ruin you, don’t you?” his voice slithers through the air, coiling around you like a noose.

your breath caught in your throat, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as his eyes bore into you—dark, sharp, dissecting every inch of your trembling frame. the room felt impossibly small, the air heavy with the weight of his presence, thick and suffocating, like you were drowning in him.

“you want me to take every last shred of dignity you have,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, “and destroy it.”

the words hung in the air, a challenge, a promise, a sentence. you felt the floor beneath you disappear, the groundlessness of your own desire swallowing you whole. the ache inside you was unbearable, raw and clawing, a hunger that could only be sated by him.

he tilted his head, watching the way you trembled, the way your lips parted without sound, as if your body couldn’t keep up with the hurricane of emotion ripping through you. his smirk deepened, cruel and predatory, as though he were feeding off the desperation radiating from you, drinking it in like nectar.

“do you see yourself?” he sneered, dragging the back of his knuckles down the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way you leaned into his touch despite his words. “allit takes is a few words, and you’re already falling apart for me.”

your voice faltered, your throat tightening as shame and longing tangled into one insidious knot. he knew exactly what he was doing, dangling you on a string like some pitiful marionette, pulling at your every weakness with precision, unraveling you with his callous control.

you craved the way he broke you down, stripped you of everything you thought you were until all that remained was your raw, unfiltered need for him. it was dangerous, maddening, addictive. the fire in his eyes burned too brightly, and yet you leaned closer, knowing it would consume you.

“say it,” he pressed, his hand cupping your chin now, forcing your gaze upward to meet his. his grip was firm, unyielding, and the dominance in his stare made you feel as though he could see every fragile piece of you, exposed and laid bare.

“say you want me to ruin you.”

You swallowed hard, shuddering, your chest heaving as you try to steady yourself, but it’s no use. you’re already undone, every wall you’ve built crumbled to dust at his feet.

“i—” you start, but the words die on your tongue as his grip tightens slightly, just enough to make you gasp.

“speak, princess,” he sneers, his smirk widening. “if you can’t even do that, stop wasting what little patience i have left for you.”

the cruel dominance in his tone makes your head spin, your body betraying you as heat blooms in your core. you hate him. you hate how easily he breaks you, how effortlessly he pulls you apart. but more than that, you hate how much you need this. need him.

“i want- i want you to ruin me. love it,” you finally manage to choke out, your voice barely audible. tears prick at your eyes, but you don’t care. he’s already seen every ugly, vulnerable part of you. there’s nothing left to hide. “i love the way you ruin me.”

hyuck’s smirk sharpens, his satisfaction rolling off him in waves. “good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your lips. “you’re learning.”

he tilts his head, his smirk curving into something sharp and predatory. His fingers trail down your jaw, the cool press of his rings sending shivers through you.

his touch is light, teasing, but there’s nothing tender about it. every motion feels calculated, designed to make you unravel just a little bit more.

“you’ll say anything I want, won’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and condescending. “you’d do anything just to keep me interested. it’s disgusting.”

“you hate yourself for it, don’t you?” he continues, leaning in until his lips are just a breath away from your ear. “hate the way you keep coming back. like a moth to a flame. like you don’t know you’re going to get burned.”

you can’t answer, can’t even look at him. your head dips, but he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze back to his. his eyes are dark, devoid of warmth, but the power they hold over you is suffocating.

“you think you’re special?” he asks, his tone almost amused. “that i actually care about you? that i lose a single second of sleep wondering if you’ll come back?”

“i know what you are,” he says, his voice soft but laced with venom. “you’re nothing without me. just a sad little thing, begging for scraps of attention.

“is that why you keep coming back, hmm? because no one else would put up with how pathetic you are?”

you flinch, the tears threatening to spill again, but his smirk only deepens, pleased with how easily he can manipulate your emotions. his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, tracing it slowly, almost mockingly.

“cry all you want,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough for his breath to ghost across your face. “it won’t change anything. you’ll still be here, won’t you? letting me do whatever i want. because you can’t help yourself.”

“hyuck,” you whisper, the sound of his name barely audible. your voice shakes, and you hate how desperate you sound, but the way his eyes glint with satisfaction tells you he loves it.

“what is it, angel?” he mocks, tilting his head as if he’s genuinely curious. “tell me what you want. use your words like a big girl.”

you bite down on your lip, struggling to force the words out. Your mind is a mess, every coherent thought drowned out by the sheer presence of him—overwhelming, suffocating, intoxicating.

“say it,” he demands again, his tone hardening as his hand drops to your throat, the pressure just enough to make you gasp.

“i want you,” you finally choke out, your voice breaking. “i want—”

he cuts you off with a laugh, sharp and cruel, as if the mere idea of you wanting him is a joke. “of course you do,” he says, his grip tightening slightly.

“you always want me. no matter how many times i push you away, no matter how many times I remind you that you’re nothing to me, you come crawling back. like a good little toy.”

you squeeze your eyes shut.

“open your eyes,” he commands, his tone cold and unwavering.

you hesitate, but his hand tightens around your throat, and your eyes snap open instantly. His face is so close now that you can see every detail—the sharp lines of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble, the glint of malice in his eyes.

“good girl,” he says, the words dripping with mockery as his thumb brushes over your pulse. “you’re so easy to control. so desperate to be wanted, you’ll let me do whatever i want, won’t you?”

you nod, your breath hitching, and his smirk widens.

his other hand trails down your side, his touch firm and possessive. the room feels hotter now, the air thick with tension as he presses his body against yours, pinning you against the counter. his gaze never wavers, holding you captive as he takes in every crack in your resolve.

“you don’t even care that this is going to destroy you,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his smirk curling into something sharper, more dangerous. “you just want to feel something, don’t you? even if it ruins you.”

he’s right. you can’t deny it, can’t fight the truth in his words. no one else makes you feel this way—alive, raw, completely undone.

“my room. now.” his voice cuts through the charged air, sharp and commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

he doesn’t bother sparing you another glance, already turning on his heel as if your compliance is a foregone conclusion. of course, it is.

you scramble to follow, nearly tripping over yourself in your rush to keep up with his lazy, unhurried strides. the disparity in your urgency and his indifference couldn’t be more stark, and it only serves to amplify the tight coil of tension in your chest.

there’s no warmth in the way he looks back at you—if he even bothers to look at all. he doesn’t need to. he knows you’ll follow, knows you’ll stumble through fire and glass just to stay close enough to bask in his shadow.

it’s dehumanising, and yet you can’t stop. you don’t want to stop.

your breath comes shallow and quick, anticipation crackling in the air around you like a live wire. the hallway feels endless, every heavy footfall echoing in the suffocating silence. it’s all-consuming, this quiet, and it does nothing to mask the way your heart hammers against your ribs or the way your palms tremble.

hyuck barely spares a thought for your clumsy attempts to keep pace, his hands shoved casually into the pockets of his sweatpants. if anything, he seems amused by how desperate you are to match his rhythm, your starry-eyed eagerness practically oozing from your every movement.

“you’re really just a pitiful thing, aren’t you,” he mutters under his breath, the words low and dismissive, but it hits you like a freight train nonetheless.

when he finally reaches the doorway to his room, he doesn’t pause. he pushes the door open with a careless shove, the motion so casual it’s as if he hasn’t already consumed every one of your thoughts, hasn’t already rendered you into this trembling, obedient shell of yourself.

he strides inside without looking back, leaving you lingering at the threshold for a heartbeat too long. the hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed.

“are you just going to stand there?” his voice is sharp, laced with irritation, as he glances back over his shoulder. The way his lips curl into a faint smirk is a silent dare. “or do you need me to drag you in, too?”

the air feels thinner now, harder to breathe, as you finally step inside. the door clicks shut behind you with an unnervingly loud finality.

“look at you,” he says, turning to face you fully now. His eyes rake over you, slow and deliberate, and it feels less like admiration and more like dissection. like he’s picking you apart piece by piece, savoring every crack in your composure.

“you can barely stand still,” he taunts, his tone thick with mockery.

“what’s got you so worked up, hmm? is it the way i talk to you? the way i remind you just how insignificant you are to me?”

your throat feels tight, your pulse hammering in your ears. but even now, even when he’s baring his cruelty so plainly, you can’t bring yourself to turn away.

hyuck takes a single step forward, the distance between you shrinking until there’s barely a breath of space left. his hand finds your chin again, his grip firm as he tilts your face up to meet his gaze.

“do you even realize how pitiful you look right now?” he murmurs, his smirk twisting into something sharper. “standing here, waiting for me to throw you a bone. it’s almost sad.”

almost. the word lingers, cruel and deliberate, reminding you that whatever scrap of validation he might offer will always come with a price.

but it doesn’t matter, not when his thumb brushes over your lip again, not when his presence feels so overwhelming that you can’t think straight. the shame, the desperation, the sheer exhilaration—it all blends together, until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

his gaze darkens, his smirk never wavering as he leans in just enough for his breath to ghost over your lips.

“you love being treated like this. like a toy I can pick up and toss aside whenever i feel like it.”

“of course you do,” he says, answering his own question with a laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. “you wouldn’t keep coming back if you didn’t.”

he pulls back slightly, just enough to give you a moment to catch your breath, but the space he leaves feels suffocating in its own way. his hand doesn’t leave your chin, his thumb still resting against your skin as he watches you with a cruel sort of satisfaction.

“go on, then,” he says, his tone light but laced with command. “tell me how much you need me. how much you hate yourself for it.”

and you know he’s enjoying every second of this—the power, the control, the way you’re crumbling under his touch. because for all his apathy, for all his cold detachment, there’s nothing he loves more than watching you fall apart for him.

“i need you,” you whisper, voice trembling as your fingers clutch at his shirt. “please. i want you so badly—please, hyuck.”

the words tumble out of you like a confession, raw and unfiltered, and for a fleeting second, the weight of your own desperation threatens to crush you. but then his laughter cuts through the silence, low and mocking, and it draws your focus back to him.

he leans against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk as he takes you in. your tear-streaked cheeks, the way your chest heaves with shallow breaths, and that reverence in your eyes—it’s intoxicating. you look at him like he’s something divine, something worthy of worship, and he drinks it in like it’s his lifeblood.

“you’re a fucking mess,” he says finally, his voice laced with amusement. “crying, begging—do you know how stupid you look?”

his words are cruel, but his tone is almost light, as if this is all just a game to him. and maybe it is. you can’t be sure anymore, not when he tilts his head to the side and his dark eyes glint with unspoken intent.

“you really can’t help yourself, can you?” he muses, reaching out to swipe a thumb across the wet trail of a tear, his touch deliberate but devoid of any real tenderness.

“such a wretched little thing.”

his hand doesn’t linger, pulling back as quickly as it came, and the absence of his touch feels like a punishment in itself. you shift, uncertain, waiting for him to say something more, to give you some sign of what he’ll do next.

“you’re my stupid girl,” he says, his tone almost conversational, like he’s stating a simple fact. “aren’t you?”

his grip on your chin tightens, just enough to demand your response, and you nod weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“yes.”

his grin is wicked, devoid of anything remotely kind, and he lets go of your chin, stepping back just enough to make you feel the loss. he watches as you sway slightly, unmoored without his touch, and the satisfaction in his expression is unmistakable.

“good. on your back for me, pretty.”

the command, simple and sharp, slices through the tension thickening the room, and relief rushes through you like a flood. you obey instantly, scrambling toward the bed with a clumsy urgency that only feeds his amusement. propping yourself up on your elbows, you inch backward until your shoulders press into the edge of his bedframe, waiting for his next instruction.

hyuck takes his time, leisurely closing the space between you as his dark eyes sweep over your body. his tongue darts out, wetting his lips, and his gaze lingers shamelessly on the curve of your thighs, the hem of your skirt pushed just a little too high, the knee-high socks hugging your legs like they were made to tempt him.

“you’re such a sight,” he says, more to himself than to you, his voice low and edged with a cruel sort of amusement. “and all mine to play with.”

heat blooms across your skin under his scrutiny, but you stay perfectly still, holding your breath as though any sudden movement might break the fragile thread of attention binding you to him.

“you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he steps closer, towering over you now, his shadow stretching across your trembling form. the corner of his mouth tilts into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“take everything i give you without complaint, right?”

you nod frantically, lips parting to form a shaky affirmation, but he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“words,” he reminds you coldly, his tone clipped. “you know i hate repeating myself angel.”

“yes, hyuck,” you blurt, voice barely above a whisper. “i’ll be good. i’ll take it all.”

satisfaction flickers across his face for a fleeting moment before he leans down, pressing his palms into the mattress on either side of your head. his proximity sends a shiver rippling through you, his scent—clean, sharp, and intoxicating—wrapping around you like a noose.

“no tapping out until i say i’m done.”

the warning in his voice is as sharp as the glint in his eyes, and the way he says it leaves no room for negotiation.

it’s not a question, it’s a sentence, handed down by the man who holds all the power in the room, and you know better than to argue.

“yes,” you whisper, though your voice trembles. “yes, hyuck.”

hyuck doesn’t rush. he takes his time watching you squirm, his fingers tugging at the edge of your skirt as he basks in the control he wields so effortlessly. the corner of his mouth twitches, his smirk deepening as his eyes lock on yours.

his hand reaches out, brushing against the side of your face, his touch deceptively soft as he tilts your chin up.

they trail lower, down further until he stops at your thigh, tapping it once, then twice, watching your face for any reactions.

you try your hardest to stay still, taking heed of his earlier words, knowing that any time you showed your impatience or tried to take the lead would only make things worse.

leaning down, he places a soft kiss on your stomach, before placing several more down the expense of your thighs. it’s torture, having him so close to where you wanted him to be, yet still too far.

“you’re getting better at being patient for me, aren’t you angel?”

you nod, sucking in a harsh gasp as he uses his middle finger to pull at the hem of your panties, as he slowly slid them down till they stopped mid thigh.

stupidly, your cheeks heat up as you feel embarrassed as the way hyuck’s gaze rakes over your bare skin, hungry even, as he positions himself between you, your legs encompassing his broader frame.

without warning he plunged a finger inside of you, not caring to take off his rings because he knew you liked it like that, the edge of the metals soothing your burning cunt.

you cried out his name, fingers clutching the sheets as a way to anchor yourself against donghyuck’s viscous attacks. the spontaneous addition of his tongue only intensified your pleasure, and he worked hard to make sure your body stayed planted on his mattress.

the truth was, sungchan was too soft when it came to having sex with you. he was always too concerned with not hurting you, taking things excruciatingly slow as he constantly checked up on you, asking if you were okay, pressing soft kisses all over your body.

he was the complete opposite to hyuck who so violently used your body like it was nothing more than a ragdoll to him, bending and moulding you to his liking, throwing you around and treating you like nothing.

even now, you shudder as he adds another finger licking and sucking on your cunt as if starved, making your toes curl and your fingers card through his hair.

it’s embarrassing how fast you feel yourself approach the edge, the tell tale sales making themself more apparent as you moan pathetically, your senses on overdrive.

“you wanna cum?”

“please —fuck— please please please. i’ve —shit — been such a good, such a good girl.”

“good girls don’t fuck their exes while their boyfriends wait at home. you’re not a good girl, you’re a cock drunk whore,” you clench around his fingers at his harsh words, another pathetic moan escaping your lips.

“yours—shit— your whore.”

the grin that breaks out in hyuck’s face is so wide yet so delicious as he adds a third finger, your whines only spurring him on as he uses his thumb to trace circles on your clit.

one particular thrust has your head thrown back against the pillows, your hands instinctively reaching out to his wrist, the pleasure becoming unbearable.

“that’s the spot, isn’t it baby?”

“oh hyuck– fuck it feels so so good.”

you’re incoherent, the only thing on your mind is chasing the delicious orgasm burning in your lower stomach. thoughts of sungchan have been pushed so far back in your mind, your own selfish release tainting you.

“yes– yes– yes,” you’re chanting, your words slurring as you buck your hips to the pace of hyuck’s feelings that piston in and out of your dripping core, legs already shaking uncontrollably until you scream out his name, gushing all over his fingers as your thighs trap his hand.

“look at all this mess you made slut,” he doesn’t seem to care much about your sensitivity of having just orgasmed, collecting your juices with his fingers, spreading them all around your lower body, as if he were painting on a canvas.

“i’m not even close to being done with you,” he tells you once he’s done, tugging his shirt off with one hand, hastily reaching for the drawstring of his sweatpants as he discards of them somewhere near the foot of his bed.

It had only been two weeks since hyuck had last been inside you, but staring at the heavy bulge protruding through his boxers, you knew the stretch would burn all the same.

as he grabs a hold of your ankles in his hands, you can’t help the eagerness spread so obviously on your feautures- biting down on your lip as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

like a habit your hands hold onto his thighs, your eyes trained on his cock as he holds the base of it, so dangerously close to your welcoming, wet pussy.

as much as he ridiculed you—mocked you for being the desperate little thing you were, so consumed by lust and your filthy cravings that you discarded every shred of dignity—there was a flicker of something untamed beneath his carefully crafted exterior.

hyuck prided himself on being detached, the puppet master pulling your strings for his amusement, but even he couldn’t entirely deny the rush that coursed through him as he looked down at you now. the sight of you, flushed and trembling, your ruin written all over your tear-streaked face, did something to him. something primal.

you were his creation. his masterpiece. every tremor in your limbs, every shaky breath, every ounce of humiliation and need—you wore it like a brand, and he was the one who burned it into you.

and that knowledge? it fed something dark inside him, a satisfaction so raw it was almost animalistic.

be tilted his head, the smirk on his lips widening as his eyes roamed over you again, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second.

“look at you,” he drawled, voice dripping with derision. “you don’t even know how filthy you look right now, do you?”

your lips parted to respond, but no sound came out, just a shaky exhale that betrayed every effort to keep yourself composed.

he chuckled, low and cold, the sound curling around you like a chain and you feel a shudder wracking through you at his words.

“that’s right,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, his smirk twisting into something cruel. “you’re mine. no grace, no dignity, no self-respect—just a pretty little mess for me to destroy over and over again.”

“you ready for me princess?”

you nod, heart leaping out of your chest in anticipation, throbbing as the tip taps on your clit twice.

as he pushes in you can’t help but screw your eyes close, the feeling euphoric as he sinks in. your legs automatically come around his waist and his hands reach up to cup your breast, squeezing them between his palms, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive bud.

but he knows how you really like it, and so both hands dance up your body till they stop at your neck. he squeezes, hard enough at first to knock the wind out of you, delighting in the way your moans now come out in breathless squeals as he drives himself impossibly deeper into you.

He reached out, fingers grazing your jawline before gripping your chin, forcing your head up until you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His touch was firm but cold, an unyielding reminder of who held all the power here.

“i could tell you to walk out that door right now,” he said, his thumb brushing over your trembling bottom lip, “and we both know you wouldn’t make it five steps. you’d be back before you even reached the elevator.”

you whimpered, the sound pitiful, but it only made his grin widen, his amusement at your weakness as sharp as a blade, revelling in the way you were falling undone on his cock.

“say it,” he demanded, voice low and commanding. “tell me why you’re here. why you keep sneaking off from your boyfriend.”

“b-because i— fuck” you stammered, your words catching in your throat as tears pricked at your eyes again, feeling him so deep inside of you that you were sure he would leave a mark, the tip kissing your cervix so deliciously.

“because you need me,” he finished for you, his tone dripping with mockery. “say it, angel. i want to hear you admit it.”

your breath hitched, shame warring with the unbearable heat pooling in your stomach and the way he lifts your legs and lazily throws them over your shoulders.

“i- i need, i need you,” you whispered, the words so soft they barely reached your own ears, any morsel of strength dissipating.

“of course you do,” he murmured, the satisfaction in his voice undeniable. “you need me to tell you what to do. yo remind you what you are.”

“he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as his hand slid lower, skimming the edge of your waist as his nails dug into the plump flesh, eliciting a hiss from your lips at the cocktail of pleasure and pain.

“a toy,” he continued, his voice a velvet whip. “something for me to use when i’m bored. isn’t that right?”

you swallowed hard, tears slipping down your cheeks as the last vestiges of your pride crumbled beneath his words.

“yes,” you choked out, your voice raw and broken.

“i’m your stupid toy. stupid slut, stupid toy,” your words are garbled, hardly making sense as he kisses up your neck, feeling dizzy as his hair tickled your skin, the sweet smell of his cologne mixed with sweat invading your senses.

he pulled back just enough to look at you again, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.

“sweet angel,” he said, the praise cutting as it was rewarding. his thumb swiped at a stray tear, his smirk softening into something even more chilling.

“now let’s see if you’re as obedient as you claim to be.”

the night stretched painfully as hyuck pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, cruelly making you keep score, and rewarding you with a harsh slap to the cheek if you were wrong.

you were writhing in his hold, your hands feebly pushing against his pelvis as you reached the climax yet again, swallowing shallowly as you will yourself to manually breathe.

“good slut, there you go. how many was that?” he makes no effort to stop to help you catch your breath and your eyes gloss over, and your mouth lolls open, the feeling of being filled so well too much for your brain to handle.

a stinging pain accompanies your right cheek as punishment for not answering hyuck’s previous question and he flips you over on your stomach, plunging into you without warning.

“dumb sluts so fucked out she can’t even use her fucking mouth,” he enunciates every word with each thrust, your thighs quivering as you bury your head into the sheets.

you had no more intelligible answers to any of hyuck’s words, brain turned to mush as the sound of skin slapping together becomes overbearing.

“too – fuck – too much – can’t– fuck please hyuck,” you whine, tears spilling from your eyes as you try to find strength to speak.

“what was that? you want more’” he’s cruel in the way he lifts you up by your neck till your body is plush against his own, the new angle only making your eyes roll back even further.

“i don’t give a fuck about how you feel. i’ll be finished when i decide i’m done with you, so be a good cum slut and take it all.”

he presses a kiss to your temple before releasing his hold on you, fucking you further into the mattress, your whole body quivering as your face screws tight.

it feels like you could snap at any moment, your body so frail and limp, as the only thing that keeps you from collapsing in a heap on hyuck’s bed is the firm grip he has on your hips.

“fuck.. pussy’s sucking me in so deep, it’s practically made for me,” he groans, the restraint he had been practicing for the last half hour withering, his face screwing at the feeling of your walls hugging his cock unbearably tight, like it didn’t want to let go.

he wanted to push you even further, to keep going until you teetered on the edge of life and death, but he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

he lifts one of your legs up, jackhammering into you with as much force as he could gather, using his strength to keep you in place as he continued to fuck into you.

“fucking take it, useless slut. that’s all you’re good for,” his chest rises and falls, dick twitching at the sight of your head cocked to the side, eyes glimmering from all of your tears as you try to push him away, your body seizing.

“move that fucking hand and take it,” he swats your hand away with ease, deepening your arch as you let out a sharp gasp before your body is convulsing again, your fourth orgasm of the night washing over you with such intensity that hyuck had to hold you up by the waist to stop you from collapsing.

it was hard to keep you in one place as he fucked you through your orgasm, but he’s bigger and stronger than you as he tightens his grip on your body, racing towards his own release.

“gonna fill your pussy till it’s dripping down your thighs. hope that – shit – hope your fucking boyfriend finds out how much of a whore you are.”

his thrusts get choppier as he loses himself to the feral urge to fill you up, to paint your insides pearly white and let the world know who had the ability to ruin you like this.

“yes please – need it – need it please – need it so bad,” a heavy groan rips through donghyuck at your words, thrusting into you a couple more times, pushing himself impossibly deeper inside of you as he pours hot spurts of cum inside of you, overstimulating himself so that it reaches deep before he lets go of you as you fall into a heap on his sheets.

the room felt oppressively quiet now, save for the sound of donghyuck’s soft footsteps as he moved away from the bed. he didn’t look at you, didn’t speak. his attention was already somewhere else, his movements casual, indifferent, like nothing had just happened.

you lay there, sprawled across his sheets, the aftermath of it all still clinging to your skin. your chest heaved as you tried to steady your breathing, but the hollowness in the pit of your stomach made it impossible to feel grounded.

you turned your head, watching as he crossed the room without a backward glance, already flipping the power button on his game console, simply throwing a towel in your direction with an infuriating amount of carelessness.

the screen illuminated the corner of the dark room, and you could hear the familiar chime of the startup music as he slid onto the chair, controller in hand, as though this was just another ordinary evening for him.

for you, though, the silence pressed down harder. the ache in your chest began to mingle with something sharper, something you were too scared to name.

your phone buzzed from the nightstand beside you, pulling you out of your haze. the sound felt jarring in the stillness. turning your head, you reached for it with trembling fingers, watching the screen light up, and the name at the top of the message.

sungchan.

i miss you. let me know when you’re home safe, okay?

the words reverberated in your chest, soft and full of kindness, the exact opposite of everything donghyuck was.

sungchan was stable, predictable, safe—the type of person who held doors open and kissed you goodnight like it was second nature. but here you were, sprawled out in another man’s bed, the ghost of his hands still lingering on your skin.

you turned your head toward donghyuck, searching for something in him. something human. something that might tether you to the idea that this meant more than it did. but there was nothing—not even a flicker of acknowledgment as he barked a low curse at his game, his focus unwavering.

and yet, despite his cruelty, despite the hollowness he left in his wake, you felt yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. it wasn’t love, and it wasn’t even lust—it was the gravitational pull of your own self-destruction.

the bed creaked as you sat up, the cool air biting against your bare skin. your phone buzzed again, its screen lighting up the darkened room. sungchan’s name flashed across it once more, and the guilt twisted like a knife in your chest.

this was wrong.

you knew it was wrong.

but as much as you wanted to gather your things, to walk out of this apartment and leave donghyuck behind for good, you knew you wouldn’t.

“you’re thinking too loud,” donghyuck muttered, his voice cold and detached as his fingers moved deftly over the controller. he didn’t even look at you.

“i should go,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

this time, he glanced over his shoulder, raising a brow in mock amusement. “then go,” he said simply, his tone devoid of care, as if your presence—or absence—meant nothing to him.

your throat tightened, tears threatening to spill again. you gripped the edge of the sheets, your knuckles white, your mind warring with itself. every rational part of you screamed to leave, to call sungchan, to beg for forgiveness.

but the irrational part of you—the part that craved donghyuck’s indifference, his cruelty, the way he stripped you down to your rawest form—kept you rooted in place. because for all the emptiness he left behind, donghyuck made you feel something.

the shame, the desire, the heartbreak—it was all consuming, chaotic, alive. and as much as it hurt, it was better than the numbness you felt everywhere else.

your phone buzzed again, the sound cutting through the air like a razor. sungchan was waiting. he always was. and yet, you turned your gaze back to donghyuck, who had already dismissed you, his attention back on his game.

you would stay.

you always stayed.

and as you sank back into the mattress, staring up at the ceiling with tears pooling in your eyes, the frailty of your willpower sank in like a stone. you hated yourself for it, hated how weak you were, hated how easily he broke you.

but deep down, you knew you’d come back again.

you always did.

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[kisspurins]

been thinking of kitchen sex with anton lately...

definitely not thinking abt how anton is soooo big and sooo tall and how he would easily corner you against the counter n if you pushed at his chest and called him stupid for messing with you when he knows you're cooking rn he would just laugh n push himself against you n say how hes been "missing you" and how can you not melt when he says it in such a sweet way!!!! hes sooooo strong too even if you tell him later he can cage you in and press against you 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

kitchen sex with anton is mean purely bcs he can't wait another second to prep!!! loves bending you over the counter n can't think abt prepping your hole to take him even though hes entirely too big :( would hold your hips down to keep you still with his hand pressed flat against your back and you feel like you're breaking when he just pushes the tip in!! kisses your shoulders and your neck while hes pushing his fat dick into you and his groans are soooo dizzying all deep <3 feel like he loves whispering the sickest things to you when he has you bent over too... like him saying all the things he can do to you n how he could do anything when you listen n do everything he says <333 loves talking abt fucking a baby into you like this especially :( gets so hard and his balls are so full of cum all hes thinking is your tummy all round and plump and he knows you don't wanna get pregnant but you'd do anything for him!!!!

or maybe kitchen sex with anton but hes doing it just to be mean!!! too impatient he doesn't even take your clothes off!!! pushes your skirt / dress up or pulls down your shorts / pants far enough to where he can slip your panties to the side n he can play with you 🙂‍↕️ his fingers are so perfect he loves finger fucking you to the point you can barely stand n your legs are jelly n he has to hold you up 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ loves pushing everything out his way so he can lay you flat on the dining table so he can spread your pretty legs n eat your pussy <3 dont get me started hes soooo sick with eating you out :( spits on your pussy n tongue fucks you just to edge you n never lets you cum in his mouth bcs hes not doing this to make you cum!!!! hes doing it to watch you thrash around n break down when he denies you again!!!

[kisspurins]

sungchan and size kink and spanking… 😵‍💫

god sungchan and size kink n spanking go hand in hand :( hes such an ass guy to me and loves having you spread across his lap even if its non sexual :(( just likes you laying there and he'd grope and feel on you for soooo long!!!! sometimes smacks your ass if he needs to get up n needs you to move n its a more playful thing!!!!! other times hes spanking you to hurt you :( channie is so ruthless with spanking me thinks 🙂‍↕️ holds you down with his arm pressed around your back and his hands are soooo big... and hes soooo strong </3 feel so sick and restricted because hes absolutely not even letting you think you can get free!!! you'd be kicking your legs and whining for him to get off and he traps your legs between his and he really spanks so hard :( just wants to get it through that he's really upset with you and he has to do this :( says it "hurts him more than you" and you can tell bcs his bulge is pressing against your tummy </333

size kink with him is more him conditioning you into believing you're too small for him and for anything!!! doesnt matter if you're taller than him or bigger than him sungchan always makes you feel incapable of doing anything without him :( trying to do simple things like cooking and he would come behind you and press you against the counter asking "whats my little baby trying to do? you're too small to do this" and everytime it knocks you out of focus :( and he knows it does but it makes him feel good to get you to feel so tiny!!!! likes having you on your knees for him all the time so he can treat you like a pet :( running his hands through your hair and pressing his bulge against your cheek </3 would grip your chin and force you to look up at him and you look so small and pliant and he LOVES it!!! channie is also massive.... so so big...... wrapping your hands around him and you can barely fit them all the way around even with two hands :( cant fit him in your mouth without your mouth hurting and being so so sore :( and he gets the biggest ego boost out of it!!! just forcing you to take him bcs it doesnt matter how small you are hes gonna make it fit 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ and hes so so ruthless with it :( just loves how much hes bigger than you and how it gives him so much control

(not so much spanking but if you were on your knees trying to jerk him off he absolutely smacks you around :( loves how weak you are and you immediately get submissive how he wants you and makes you say thank you daddy after each time he slaps you around </333)

[kisspurins]

hii!! i just discovered your blog and i really like the way you write ^^ could i ask either sungchan or eunseok (or both lol) x virgin!reader. thank you!!

୨୧ warnings｜dom sungchan and eunseok，size kink，corruption，virgin!reader，double penetration，anal，no protection，fat cock chan and seok，poly implied

when your boyfriends find out you're a virgin, immediately you could feel the tension between them bursting at the seams. between men there's a pride thing when it comes to taking a girls virginity and you could tell neither one of them were going to settle for being 'second'

for sungchan, when he thinks of you being a virgin he can never stop himself from letting his mind wander. every little thing you do has him thinking of how innocent you are and all the ways he can corrupt you :( he thinks of how he can treat you like a princess and make your first time the most special experience in the world and how slowly over time he can turn you into the perfect good girl for him <3 when eunseok thinks of you being a virgin, he thinks of how he can completely and fully break you. how it would be to have you spread open for him, eyes full of curiosity that so quickly gets replaced by the feeling of fear. how it would be to make it fit, your eyes wide and mouth opened for him to use and play with to his liking. taking your virginity isn't about the experience being special its about him making you so dumb you think of him only.

both of them combined is like constant whiplash. sungchan's sweet touches of encouragement while he kisses you, tongue pushed deep inside your mouth and exploring every single inch. his fingers dancing in your hair and down to the back of your neck to push you closer. him compared to eunseok's mean cold stare, hands on his belt as he watches you both makes you nervous. hearing him call you a liar because theres no way a virgin is so calm with tongue kissing, how his presence fills up the entire room. and suddenly being pulled away from channie and into seokies lap and :( he kisses you so rough and so sloppy... spit dripping from the corner of your mouth and his hands groping every part of you that he can touch!!!! you get so entirely messy n seokie does that off the bat to establish what dynamics are about to be present!!! its honestly a little shocking seeing channie get so small when seokie is pulling you around :( chanie going "come on seok be nice" and he sounds so defeated trying to do better for you but seok just tells him this is how he has to train you !!!! only way you'll know what to expect in the future </3

both of them have insaneeee size kinks btw 😞 both are so much bigger than you and its so easy to dumb you down enough to where you feel completely at their mercy and like the smallest lil thing in the world :( eunseok loves the mental mind games he can play on you </3 asking why cant you fight back when hes holding you down n pulling your clothes off n asking if you're just too small!! too small to think too small to push him away too small to do anything for yourself and :( pouting n fat tears rolling down your face bcs you feel so helpless n sungchan's holding you down too so maybe you are too little :( saying sorry n seokie makes you physically say you need him to do everything for you </3 sungchan is of course him making you feel small mentally but thats so easy when hes just insanely huge. every single part of him is huge and :( his dick being as big as his forearm and :( blinking at him and eunseok because they're both so big... too big for you when you've never felt anything before and !!!!!! just so hard not to feel dizzy and dumb :(

thinking seokie laying down on the bed n he tells you to get on top and you think hes being sweet to you finally n letting you control the pace :( thighs trembling while trying to push his blunt fat tip inside n your fingers keeps slipping :( accidentally letting go n hes so heavy slapping against your cunny n the only reason you aren't doubling over is because sungchan is holding you up :(( eunseok gets so frustrated when you can't push it in, smacking your hands away n squeezing the base of his fat cock n pushing the tip in and your eyes immediately roll back n your mouth drops n </333 shaking n sobbing holding onto him telling your seokie that it hurts n you can barely breathe ☹️☹️☹️ sungchan would distract you by kissing all over your shoulders n neck but all you can do is sob on eunseok's dick as he smashes himself all the way in n hes pressing into your g-spot </3 doesn't give you time to adjust just starts rutting his hips up into you n you feel so beyond dizzy!!! drool dripping onto his chest n he calls you so gross but his hips smack against you so roughly :( you're so out of touch from the pain you don't register channie behind you pressing you down on your boyfriends chest and you choke on your sobs when you feel him pressing against your hole, panicking and whimpering out little no's but seokie telling you to shut up n kisses you and :( just sobbing n sobbing when sungchan gets his tip in your asshole n you think you're gonna split in half.... sungchan feels so entirely bad too but the way you're squeezing around him and you feel so warm make it harder for him not to press down onto your back n push inch by inch of his dick in </3 hes so nice n gives you a second before he starts moving n trying to match pace w seok n yeah 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you get so cock drunk you're barely responsive just nodding n babbling whine they both chase their orgasms </3 make you cum around them soooo much..... just white rings of cum but they can't stop using your perfect tight virgin cunny n mhm mhm

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eunseok thoughts ♡ ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

୨୧ pairings｜boyfriend!eunseok x reader

୨୧ warnings｜dark content，hard dom eunseok，slapping，spit play，gagging，a littleee anal play，spanking，humiliation，piss kink，exhibitionism，oral (m receiving) but really throat fucking

thinking about bf eunseok who loves being mean just for the fun of it 😞 would like telling you to listen n focus on him when he knows you can't when your pussy aches :( n since you aren't listening he slaps you :( immediately makes you all dizzy bcs hes so rough n you feel so helpless n dumb :( makes you say thank you even though your cheek hurts n you wanna cry so bad <3 but if you cry he just slaps you again 😞😞😞 thinking abt spanking too talking abt smacking :( loves laying you over his lap n smacking your ass so hard n makes you count n thank him for each one like a good little girl !!!! when your ass is all red n bruised he would rub his big long fingers against your cunny n slide your wetness up to your asshole n pressing his thumb in <333 even if you cry abt the "wrong hole" he shushes and pushes in more

touches you in public n makes it so obvious for everyone to see too :( pumping his fingers inside n making you whimper n whine n doesnt even care if people are watching !!! makes you order yourself and its no fun bcs you're dripping everywhere n your hips are stuttering you can't talk !!!!! the type to edge you sm you have to go to the bathroom together bcs he makes you piss all over yourself n :( has to clean you up n make it all better :((

thinking thinking so bad abt how he would spit in your mouth 🙂‍↕️ i'm usually not into it but seokie would love holding your chin and telling you to open your mouth so he can kiss n suck all over your tongue that when he spits in your mouth its so hard to register :( loves when you're on your knees n pulls your hair in pigtails so he can use it to guide you up n down his heavy fat cock !!! can barely fit in your mouth but he forces it in n fucks so deep in your throat your eyes are rolling back n you feel sooooo bad!! but seokies not stopping until hes cummin so deep down your throat you can feel it in your tummy :( so much spit dripping from his slipping himself in and out and he love loves it and <333 holds you down when hes cumming n you're gagging all over him :(

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eunseok ddlg… 😵‍💫 need it desperately :(

eunseok ddlg 🙂‍↕️ i could talk soooo long about this he seems like one of the members thats into it the most (seunghan is a VERY CLOSE runner up) and he does it to absolutely humiliate you <3

୨୧ warnings｜noncon touching，extreme ddlg，soft... hard dom eunseok，forced submission，big dick eunseok ALWAYS，praising，fake sympathy，daddy kink，spit play mentioned，degradation，face riding and forced penetration (no prep) mentioned

seokies the type to dumb you down and treat you as if you're incapable and too stupid to even think about or do anything for yourself !!! n when he does it so much you start believing him :( you get so brainwashed by him and ofc you trust your daddy so you need him for everything !!!!! he would make you call him daddy all the time!! even with friends around you have to say sorry and ask if you can have your daddy with a please bcs you have to be sweet n polite :( makes you sit on his lap and he'd be running his hands up your hips and all over your belly n pressing between your thighs making you buck into his hand n whine even when people were watching with no shame 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

you're just too little and his babygirl he even picks out your outfits and helps you cook and clean (definitely not so he can grope and play w you in the bath when hes "helping you clean") !!!!! you have the best daddy in the world he even has a special room for you where he keeps all your stuffies and your fun little toys!! his toys he uses for you too <333

the type of eunseok you get depends on how you act that day!! if you're his sweet obedient girl he would treat you like you're the most precious thing on earth T_T tongue kissing (w so much spit its dripping down your chin n he would rub it all over your face t get you messy like a good daddy would!!!) would let you ride his face n he'd hold your hands to keep you steady n rocking and even lets you squirt (maybeeeee could talk abt piss) in his mouth n kisses you after!!! would call you his pretty little princess n says how much daddy loves you n you feel sooo loved <3

if you're fussy and bratty and throwing tantrums all day he would be sooooo mean.. would have to put you in place and sometimesss that means no prepping before he fucks you!! just feeling his fat tip pressing into your hole and thrashing bcs hes so big but hes so strong n :( would hold you down while hes fucking into you and telling you this is what you deserve for acting up!!! even if you try to whimper n tell him it hurts he would act like he feels bad :( saying how "daddy's so sorry" while hes pressing his hand against your mouth so he can fuck you without hearing you bitching !!! calls you a stupid little girl and messes with you abt how you can't even fight back and you start believing all hes saying while hes drilling into you repeating it :(( wouldn't even let you cum until you're crying n hysterical begging him going "m so sorry daddy please please please" and maybe he'll be nice 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (thinking abt the meaner things he would do but i have to be normal /gen)

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noncon eunseok..

୨୧ warnings｜perv!eunseok，noncon，somnophilia，coercion，manipulation，mean dom eunseok，sisters!boyfriend eunseok，size kink，yn gets muffled with panties，no protection，groping

thinking about your older sisters perv boyfriend eunseok seeing you for the first time and you're so sweet and kind to him in your house shorts that are so tiny and hug your ass so perfectly and its just so hard for him not to immediately get so obsessed and fixated on you!!! he does small things at first like accidentally walking in on you in the shower when hes over, lingering in the bathroom and making comments about how good your body wash smells and how your sisters just doesn't compare and you let it go because hes just being friendly!!! or ignoring when you catch him peeping in your room, unaware of the camera he has on to catch you at your most vulnerable!! you even ignore how you feel so weird like someone is staring when you touch yourself late at night when eunseok spends the night! just a coincidence theres always a puddle of cum by your door!! must've been something else!!! you never think until he starts making big moves and getting inappropriate with you and you know this is wrong that this shouldnt happen!!!

sometimes when your sister falls asleep on the couch he comes by your room and lays with you in bed, saying how he just wants to bond and that it's innocent when he slips his hands under your shirt to grope you :( feeling you over your bra and you don't understand why hes doing it to you!! telling him to stop and that you're gonna tell but he gets so mean.... wrapping his arm around your neck and holding you down so he can grope you more without you bitching and it hurts so much not being able to breathe :( he would kiss your cheek and forehead and tell you to "just be good" and to take it and you do :( not wanting to upset him anymore and especially since he said he would do way worse to your sister if you tell or scream.... just have to take whatever it is and it leaves you feeling icky all over and so sad :( tears constantly falling after he leaves and tells you theres no way that was r**e bcs he didn't go inside!!! this goes on for months and months :( one day eunseok just gets so sick of the teasing and touching!! its just not satisfying him anymore... he needs to be buried inside and hes so pent up n frustrated from not having you how he wants that he just breaks!!!

thinking about him sneaking in your room when your sister falls asleep and for a little he just watches you twist and turn, taking in how perfect you are and how bad he needs you :( wearing nothing but a tank and your panties like you wanted him to come and do this when you're giving him easy access!!! lifts the cover off you and peels your panties down so your pussy is peeking and he wants to take it so so bad... but your hole looks so tight and you're so tiny and he's thinking about how his fat cock probably isn't gonna fit :( hes gonna have to wake you and make it fit but you bitch allll the time and hes already pent up he doesn't wanna hear it!! his dick is aching and hard in his boxers and he can't stand it anymore :( hovering over you and hes so big and strong feeling him pressed against your back already knocks the breath out of you!! jumping up with a gasp and starting to panic once you feel something prodding against your hole!!! going "what're you doing seokie?" and pouting to try to stop tears from rushing down and he wraps his hand around to press against your mouth to shut you up before even responding!! forcing himself inside and immediately you're kicking and whining like he knew you would and it annoys him :( taking your panties from the side and forcing them in your mouth before pressing his hand back down and you can barely breathe or focus on anything but his tip hitting your cervix and it hurts so so badly :((

crying into his hand so much and drooling from feeling him pressing deeper :( mumbling "st—stop! seokie— stop" and telling him no no but he ignores you :( calling you stupid because you can't even make out what you're saying!! leans down to whisper in your ear "you made me do this. this is your fault" over n over again while hes fucking you dumb and all you can think about is how big he is how much it hurts for a while :( your eyes rolling back for him and your brain getting so mushy when he goes harder and faster.... pussy leaking all over him and the sounds of the wetness when he pushes in again and again is so loud!! cock twitching while he's buried inside you saying how "you feel better than your sister" and how "your pussy is so perfect" how you were "made for his cock" and you believe it woth every single thrust that hits your g-spot!!!

eunseok never stops hitting that mushy spot, fucking you until you're limp n humming to his responses 🙂‍↕️ he can feel you desperately clenching around him as he splits you open shaking your head and growing to frantic when you're so close, repeating no while he presses more body weight on you to get you tired and it works :( his hand covering your mouth leaving so he can hold onto your hips and pound you into the bed and you're really so ditzy when you cum all over him :( shaking and twitching so much while he continues to fuck you through your orgasm </3 cumming so deep inside your walls are painted white and all of him :( and he leaves you like that :( cunny on display and ruined and panties in your mouth :(( leaning down to kiss your cheeks and tell you how you can never tell your sister what happened, how she would hate you for letting him do what he did and all you can do is twitch :( just knowing when he leaves this won't be the last time he's gonna have you like this

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hi babyy .. any thoughts about eunseok or anton?? 'm feeling both of them today :(( i feel like they will take care of their sweet girl so well.. i hope ure having a nice day >3<

hiii !!! thank you for sending an ask !! i'm so sorry this is so super duper late! i hope you're having a lovely day today !!! ofc i have thoughts abt seokie n tonie 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

୨୧ warnings｜soft dom eunseok and anton，reader gets called bunny and princess，praise，daddy and sir kink，cum play，size kink，dumbification，impregnation kink，riding，fat cock riize always，overstimulation

seokie n ton love taking care of their sweet girl :( actually one of their favorite things to do!!!! you're just all theirs and they wanna always make you feel good and like their perfect girl!! they show it in suchhh different ways though n it always makes you feel like a little princess 🙂‍↕️

seokie's type of spoiling is through ddlg </3 lets you be as submissive and small as you want n always takes such good care of you!!! makes you feel so small too :( would notice of you were getting needy or if you were feeling sticky bcs you cling to him a lot and it makes him happy you feel so safe and protected that way :( always goes "gonna tell daddy whats wrong bunny?" and his voice is so soft n sweet you melt immediately :( get like a baby in heat n start begging him to do anything to you!!!! seokie feels you're always feeling the best when you're dumbed down so he talks down to you :( asking if your pretty head is empty and if thats why you can't tell him what you want!! if you need daddy to do every single thing for you bcs you're too little n dumb to think to do anything for yourself :( gets you to the point you're just absent mindlessly nodding to every single word he says n decides to help you then </333

eunseok loves fucking you doggy when he can press your head into the bed n his whole body weight is ontop of you n you can't fight :( kissing your back n mumbling how hes gonna cum so deep in your pussy he'll have you dripping for days!! how you would look so cute with your dada's baby, one hand on your stomach while hes drilling into you saying hes gonna get you pregnant n how pretty round you would be n can't help it :( love when he talks abt fucking a baby into you so much!!!! eyes rolling back n small out of breath moans turning pornograpic the closer you get n eunseok keeps his promise!! cumming alllll inside n not letting a single drop drip out :( holds inside like hes just knotted you 🙂‍↕️

anton is different from eunseok bcs he lets you get what you want immediately 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ can come up to him tugging on his shirt telling him you need him n he lets you have him :( the only problem is that hes soooo big :( so strong n tall too he always towers above you n when he lets you get what you want you forget how he always size trains you before taking him :( too big to fit inside your cunny n asking him for help n he makes you call him sir :( would help!!!! loves his lil sweet princess <3 doesn't mean he can't tease n doesn't like how bigger he is!!!! tonie the type that makes you ride him bcs its so cute to see you struggling :( eyes fluttering n mouth dropped bcs its sooo good!! would lay your head on his shoulder n whisper "tonie please... can't do it," n he can't be mean to you :(( always ends up holding you down by your hips n fucking up into you </3 fat tip hitting your cervix over n over again you feel so dizzy n full of him!!!! keeps hitting your g spot n making you mushy n everytime you think you're gonna cum he pulls out n you're too tired to fight back so you just whine n whine for him to stop :( only lets you cum after edging you so many times n makes you go "please let me cum sir... need you.. need your cum inside." n pushes so deep inside to color your cunny </3

when you cum anton still doesnt stop :( needs you to be absolutely blissed out you're no longer responding even if that means fucking out orgasms that you don't have </3 holds you against his chest while you're sobbing from the overstimulation and shushes you :( saying how you're doing so well for him!! his perfect sweet princess taking all his fat dick </3 how he just wants one more n he knows you can do it n you wanna be so good so you keep cumming around his dick :( goes until you're twitching n squirting all over :((( only then lets you get a break n you're so cloudy but you love it!!!!!! love when tonie takes good care of you like this </333

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hi jia plsplsplsplspls can you write something about wonbin... i just know hes a mess... hes so cute...

୨୧ warnings｜perv and pussy drunk wonbin

you would never be able to tell wonbin's an undercover freak 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ hes so sweet n gentle with you in front of everyone else and treats you like his special little princess bcs thats what you are!!! but no one knows how messy n whiny he gets when hes got you all alone </3 wonbin lovessss pussy!!! he sleeps breathes thinks pussy!!!!!! so insane how your pussy just makes him melt and turn into a complete mess!!

thinking so strongly abt perv wonbin who loves sniffing your used panties when he misses you :( if you were gone to class or work n he missed you he would lay in bed sniffing your panties bucking his hips into nothing until he cums all over himself </3 doesnt even have to have his his dick touched when thinking abt how your panties and how they've touched your cunt when it was dripping and wet n god sometimes he even puts the panties in his mouth :( licking and sucking at the pussy part just in case he can taste you from it !!!!! makes a wholeee mess!! cum all over himself n sometimes on your sheets from how long hes laid there getting himself worked up :( spit on the sheets from how long n passionately hes been sucking on the panties to the point they're soaking n all used up!!!!!! binnie always says hes so so sorry but his head is so cloudy n hes a mess n always does it again :( just begging to get between your legs all the time </333

when he gets in your pussy hes the same way :( ruts into you like hes in rut n cant stop !!!!! holding you down n your legs up n pounding into your sore pussy until hes edging himself into passing out :( always saying "know this pussy belongs to me... all mine...." n his hips wont stop :( not even if you beg n beg him to slow down a little :( but you know your binnie can't help it !!!!! not his fault your pussy fits perfectly for him n feels so good!!

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https://x.com/prttykidd/status/1841215861555708296?t=zyObxA-CabJYy1RefuS1kQ&s=19

This with daddy eunseok

the haters will attack and try to sabotage you but know i stand with you nonie 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ this is sooo daddy!eunseok

going from playing games with him n being silly to him pressing down on your panties n holding your legs open when you try to close them :( so strong he forces them back open n rubs your clit through your panties until you're soaking n its all wet n poking out :(( maybeeee seokie even gets down on his knees n sucks at your clit through the fabric 🙂‍↕️ getting it more icky with spit and it's dripping everywhere but he doesn't care!!!! he loves getting his baby all messy n icky <333

omg don't even get me started on eunseok and head bcs he is not nice :( straddling over your body n fucking his fat cock down your throat n your eyes are red n swollen from crying bcs hed pushing too far back !!!!! can't think abt anything but swallowing his load and making him proud !!! even when he pushes your head down n mumbles abt how daddy's gonna break your throat <3 not even worrying abt it bcs seconds later hes cumming all over your face n in your mouth n you're in absolute bliss >3< !!!!!

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mm thinking of how seunghan is known to he the softest and kindest man ever but they dont know his hidden side where he's literally the most deranged guy ever :(( he would tell u how he's doing it for ur safety and he'll also tell u what he's doing is just a way of him showing his love but gosh.. what he's doing is so disgusting but u cant think so otherwise because it makes u feel bad :((

oh nonie you're soooo right 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ hannie is so corruption but in the worst ways possible with how deranged n sick he is :( knows he can manipulate and mold you into his perfect girl bcs you don't know any better!!! he loves you sm and he would never do bad things to you!! ofc not!!!!!

୨୧ warnings｜dubcon，dom seunghan，anal，free use，exhibitionism，humiliation，dry humping，reader gets called princess n pocket pussy，manipulation，scent kink，spanking mentioned，breeding kink，nipple play mentioned a lil

first we have to talk about seunghan and free use!!! loves bending n pulling you on his dick whenever he feels like it!! calls you his lil pocket pussy while hes fucking you and always does it when you're not particularly free!!!! could be working on something n he comes groping n playing with you 🙂‍↕️ always saying how much he needs you :( does it on work video calls and has no shame n loves pinching your nipples n getting them all perk n hard <333 if he was super mean he would suck on your nipples till they're sore n sensitive with the audience :( even when you're so shy n trying to cover the cam he just tells you to pay attention and you always listen to your hannie :((

thinking specifically abt seunghan who records n takes pictures of you in gross positions or doing gross things :( would love having you on your knees n pushes your face in his bush n holds you there until you start tapping his thigh bcs hes pushing you down so hard and hair is poking your cheeks n chin <3 makes you lick n beg him even just to suck his tip!!! n absolutely makes you lick n such his balls 🙂‍↕️ n doesn't let you touch even if you're dripping all over the ground!!!!! takes videos n zooms in on your face n your eyes are all red n teary n zooms in on your wetness dripping n calling you a dumb mutt <333 threatening you saying hes gonna send it to allll his friends to show what a slut of a princess he has!!!!!! even if you ask him later why he records he says hes doing it for your safety!! needs to keep you in your vulnerable moments for himself n hes keeping them alllll safe for him n you don't have to worry abt it at all!! sometimes its confusing bcs he still touches n plays with you like this in front of his friends too n you wonder if hes really telling the truth but he loves you!! hes protective of you!!!!!

is this a safe space to talk abt anal... seunghan would love it sooo much!!! loves flipping you over n slipping in your pussy n hes so rough n mean slapping your ass n pulling you back against him <333 he loves breeding sm too :( wants to breed you n get you all full m round but he doesn't wanna get you pregnant!!! he just wants to fuck you full 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ soooo its only right he switches holes!!! you whine abt how it hurts n you're not ready but he just loves fucking your ass n cumming inside sm you're dripping of it when he pulls out!!!!! doesnt prep you bcs he likes how you twitch n squirm n pushes the cum inside your ass with his fingers n makes you lick them clean after </3

last one i prommy but dry humping <333 this is just one of the things he does to make you feel gross 🙂‍↕️ makes you hump his leg to get his attention n wont look at you until you pee cum all over him <3 has to feel the wet spot n you have to spread yourself out n show him your sticky panties n ask him to plan look :( its so so embarrassing and so humiliating because seunghan doesn't even give into pouting n tantrums!! makes you beg n cry for him to acknowledge you n you have to be a gross girl :( maybeeee then he lets you move onto humping his hugee bulge if he's feeling generous!!!!

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pleaplsepleaseplease can you give us shotaro thoughts i loveeee your writing and i need taro thoughts.....

ofc!! i'm so happy you like my writing omg 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

shotaro absolutely has the BEST stroke game in the entire group and nothing will change my mind!! gf said that to me and it altered my thinking bcs its so right!!! even if he wasnt big (he sooo is n so thick) just with how in tune with his body he is, he'd be able to get you shaking in minutes :( hes a dancer too so his rhythm is sooo different n his thrusts so sharp n strong it makes you dizzy :( taro the type to fuck you doggy n its so good n hitting all the right spots your body just crumbles n its just him holding you up until hes done with you <333

also teehee helloooo shotaro n spit play <3 but rather than spit play he just really reallyyyy loves tongue kissing sm T_T slowww n passionate n holding your head still so he can push his tongue in n suck n you feel so icky with your spits mixing together but he just keeps pushing your heads together (spit dripping down your chin.... him rubbing it off with his thumb n pushing his thumb inside your mouth so you can take all his spit)

alsoooo thinking abt fingering with rings w taro!!! he loves fashion and dressing up everyday!! has sm pretty jewelry and his rings are so pretty n perfect n he always says he likes them better when they're coated in you >< would have you on his lap in front of a mirror and spreads your legs so you're alll open n makes you watch as he streches your cunny with his fingers <3 even when you whine n go "nono" bcs you're worried you'll mess his rings up he just shushes you and pushes his fingers so deep the coldness of the jewelry is on your clit n its soooo sick bcs he teases like hes gonna slide all the way in so you're buried to the hilt <333