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choisanboobenthusiast · 7 months

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Princess part two

Pairing: sub!mingi x fem reader

Genre: smut MDNI

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: you and Mingi finally do the deed and well, a few others things...

Warnings: this is filthy, established relationship, unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), begging begging begging, pet names, slight spit play, spit used as lube (just for a second), choking, anal fingering (our princess receiving), creampie, overstimulation, crying... I think that's it whew!

a/n: wow thank you guys SO MUCH for all the love on part one, I really wasn't sure what to expect upon posting it. I hope part two does it justice. Thank you guys for reading and liking and reblogging and commenting, it all means so much as I work really hard on these. Anyways, happy reading friends! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Part One

"I swore..." Mingi sighed defeatedly. "I swore I had one in there."

Mingi had been nervously shuffling around in his nightstand drawer searching for a condom, but not having much luck while you lied beside him, your naked body pressed to his muscular back. You threw your leg over his thigh, tracing little shapes into his skin and giving his head tiny scratches right where his hair met his nape. Mingi loved being little spoon, loved being wrapped up in you and for once feeling a bit smaller than the near giant he was. But at the moment, instead of being able to just enjoy the warmth of your body heat in total innocence, all your slight touches on his skin, the feeling of your leg over his own, your hard nipples grazing his back casually every once in a while were causing him to quickly grow hard again.

He shut the bedside table drawer, a bit forcefully, and huffed out. Disappointed that he couldn't find what he was looking for as the insatiable need to be inside you took over him. "Sorry... I don't have one."

"Hmmm." You pouted, placing languid kisses across his shoulder and neck, letting your hand wander over the expanse of his stomach and venture up towards his chest. "Mingi, baby, we can just do it without one."

"R-really?" If he'd had cat ears they would have perked up in excitement.

"If you're okay with it." Your hand found it's way in between his pecs, fingers dancing lightly over his sweaty skin. "I trust you."

He nodded. "I trust you, too."

"And you're absolutely sure you wanna do this?"

"So fucking sure." He answered. "Like very, very sure."

You smiled, kissed his neck lazily and nibbled at his earlobe while the hand on his chest grazed gently over one of his nipples. You let your finger circle over it slowly and he took a shaky breath. "My good boy can't wait to be inside me, can he?"

"No, can't wait." He sighed out. Just like that, he had snapped back into the same headspace he had previously been in and you were more than willing to take the reigns.

"You're my good boy, right Mingi?" You pinched his nipple lightly, the action eliciting a tiny moan from his lips.

"I-I'm your good boy."

You let your hand travel down his torso before taking his aching cock back into your hand, slowly pumping up and down. Mingi shuddered under your touch, his own hand going to rest on your wrist as he groaned.

"How do you want to do this? What position?"

"I don't care." He choked out. "Whatever you wanna do, I don't care."

You quickly switched your position, leaving your spot behind him, pressing on his shoulder to make him lie on his back. You continued stroking him slowly as you straddled his thighs again, relishing in the way his muscles tensed and his eyebrows scrunched. His hands splayed over both your thighs, rubbing into your flesh gently. He looked at you then with a bit of desperation, not having to say anything at all for you to know that he need more than your hands. You let go of his cock and shuffled upwards, placing your wet pussy on top of his member but not moving just yet. His hips jerked just slightly at the contact and his fingers dug into your skin for a moment. You began to slowly move your hips back and forth, resting your hands on his chest while you covered his dick in your slick. He moved easily in between your folds due to how soaked you were from sucking him off. You couldn't believe how big he felt like this, moving through your wetness, the head of his cock bumping into your clit with every one of your movements, you began to wonder how he was going to fit inside of you at all.

Beneath you Mingi was close to losing all composure, his face flushed and sweaty, his hands grasping at you as you ground into him. He couldn't believe how sexy you looked like this and he couldn't believe how much he loved it when you controlled him. He could do nothing to stifle the whimpers that continued to fall from his mouth, not that he wanted to anyways. He enjoyed making those sounds for you, he could tell you liked the way his voice sounded when it came out strained and he wanted nothing more than to continue to please you.

Above him you were quickly becoming breathless, the need within you building relentlessly as you continued to rub yourself over him, your pace increasing. The way he sounded, the way he looked, the way he felt, god you were so lost in him, and you loved it. You were driving yourself to the edge, seeing how far you could push yourself before the ache became too much and paying close attention to how far you were pushing Mingi as well. He was getting more restless, his back arching just slightly off the bed as he pushed his hips up to meet your thrusts in the middle, his body practically begging for you to impale yourself on his cock already. When you tweaked both his nipples his mouth fell open as he released a sound that was nearly a cry and he started to beg.

"Please, f-fuck-" His voice caught in his throat when you pinched particularly hard. "N-need ugh need you, please. Fuck, this feels so good, you're so wet. Fuck me, please just fuck me." He was whining and babbling, begging so nice for you.

"Baby boy, you sound so pretty." You complimented, taking your hands from his chest, leaving his nipples hard and red as his chest heaved. "Want me to fuck you so bad, huh?"

"Yes." His pretty brown eyes pleaded with you as his hands ran up and down your sides, detouring to your chest where he absentmindedly played with your nipples before cupping and squeezing the flesh of your breasts. "Want it, please."

You leant over him and kissed him with need, entangling your tongue with his as he continued to massage your chest, the movement of your hips never ceasing. You stroked Mingi's hair and face, breaking the kiss to stare at him. You had never seen Mingi look so fucked out before and you hadn't even fucked yet. "Mingi, baby." You said sweetly, staring into his eyes. "Are you okay to keep going?"

He nodded and snaked his arms around you, pulling you flush with his chest. "I'm good." He smiled. "I am so fucking good." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing and nibbling at your skin before he whispered shyly in your ear. "I want... you to use me."

"Oh, is that right?" You were trying your best to sound intimidating despite the way your heart was jumping around inside your chest. "Want me to sit on this pretty cock?" You ground into him aggressively as he whined and nodded his head. "Ask me nicely, just one more time, and I'll give you what you want baby."

"Please." He complied immediately. "Please, wanna make you feel good. Fuck yourself on me, use me however you want, I'm yours."

You sat back up and hovered just slightly above him, taking his cock in your hand, feeling your slick covering him completely. He was already throbbing from the stimulation you'd given him and you guessed he might not last very long once inside. You rubbed the head of his cock in between your lips, applying extra pressure with your hips when it met with your clit. You did this a few times, the first of a few things you did to grant his wish to use him. Finally, you lined him up with your entrance, sinking yourself over just his head which slid in easily. He gasped and squeezed your thighs harshly, the muscles in his abdomen tensing noticeably.

"Just relax." You cooed, gently caressing one of his arms with your free hand. The sentiment served as a reminder to yourself as well, knowing it might be a little bit of a struggle to take all of him inside you.

You began to lower yourself further, slowly taking him in, inch by inch. Your hands braced on his little waist as he filled you and your eyes closed in pleasure at the stretch. It seemed to take forever, your pussy pulsing around him the further you took him in, your heart beating faster. He felt so good inside you, so big, and you felt full to the fucking brim when your pelvis finally met with his, at which point you were both a mess. The sensation of finally being inside you, fully seated, nearly made Mingi cum right on the spot. But he wanted you to fuck him, so he put every ounce of control he possessed into keeping himself from busting immediately. That didn't mean he was composed though, actually quite the opposite. As soon as your hips met he let out a long and low groan and his hands couldn't seem to find a resting point, wandering aimlessly over your body.

You started slow, pulling yourself up off of him nearly all the way before lowering your body down again. The second time he bottomed out an even more sinful noise escaped his throat and he pressed his head back into the pillow beneath him. You repeated your actions several more times, completely enthralled with the way he sounded and basking in the pleasure of taking him in over and over again. Eventually his hands came to rest on your hips, urging you to move just a little faster. You obliged, picking up your pace slightly, watching his face contort with euphoria.

"There you go, princess." You said breathlessly, watching his face go red at the nickname. "Just let go. Does it feel good, baby?"

"Mmm." He whined. "You're so uhhng s-so tight. Am I- do I feel good?"

"Mingi, you're perfect." You sighed, increasing you pace even more. You leant over him slightly, your hand slithering up to his neck where you gave it an experimental squeeze. His eyes seemed to glimmer at the action. You kept your hand there as you began to fuck him harder, pulling groan after groan from him as you squeezed his throat gently, applying a little more pressure occasionally. As you continued to bounce on him you slowly trailed your hand further up his neck, then to his cheek, brushing your fingers over his pink skin and then tracing the plush of his lips. His mouth already hung open, as if it were inviting your fingers in. With a little hesitation you slipped your pointer and middle finger past his bottom lip and as if he could sense your apprehension, he swiped the tip of his tongue over your fingertips. You pushed your fingers the rest of the way into his mouth, sliding them over his tongue and pushing them back. He closed his lips around your digits, sucking on them gently, basking in the saltiness of your skin as his tongue swirled over your fingers.

You were riding him like a bull, fucking his mouth with your fingers and grasping at his shoulder harshly with your other hand. His voice was muffled by your fingers stuffed in his mouth but the sounds he made weren't any less heavenly. You fell forward onto his chest, your hips slowing slightly as you focused on the brush of your clit against his pubes. You removed your fingers from his mouth, tracing over his glistening lips as he parted them. He tugged on your hair and pulled you in for a messy open mouthed kiss, all spit and tongue.

Despite thoroughly enjoying your time on top and the way you got to take control of him, your body was beginning to tire in this position. You needed a break. You pulled back from him just slightly, your lips brushing over his as you spoke. "You on top now, Min. Don't pull out." He nodded and kissed you once more before returning his arms to their previous place around your middle. He held you tightly to him, grunting lowly as he maneuvered your connected bodies, making sure to grant your request to stay inside you as he did so. Your arms naturally found their way around his shoulders and once beneath him you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him and running your fingers down his collarbone and over his chest. He propped himself up on his elbows, resting them on either side of your head while your hands stroked his back lovingly.

"You're gonna fuck me now. I want it hard and fast, Mingi, do you think you can do that for me?"

"Yes." He nodded quickly and dipped his head down to kiss along your jaw, moving slowly to your neck as he began to drag his dick in and out of you. "Anything for you."

Soon enough he was rutting into you fervently, groaning and huffing with every snap of his hips. The angle he had you in caused him to hit deeper within you than he had before and you dug your nails into the skin of his back to try to stay grounded, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He was a sweaty, moaning mess, as were you and you couldn't believe he had lasted this long. The fact that he came earlier was probably helping a lot. Your skin stuck together and the sound of his balls slapping into you echoed around the room as he continually reentered you. You reached down and squeezed his plump ass, urging him to fuck you as deep as he could. Then you had an idea, one that you weren't completely sure about but you knew he would tell you to stop if he was uncomfortable.

You slowly inched your dominant hand inward, waiting for any sign of disapproval or discomfort and when met with none you slipped your hand gently in between his cheeks, your middle finger just barely stroking at his entrance. He let out a choked whimper and his hips stuttered but he looked at you and nodded, giving you permission to continue. With his mouth agape and eyebrows knit together you brought your pointer and middle finger back to his mouth.

"Get them nice and wet for me."

You didn't have to ask him twice, his mouth chasing after your digits. He slobbered all over them, soaking them in his saliva, all while trying to keep a steady pace with his hips though it faltered somewhat. After what seemed like a sufficient amount of wetness covered your fingers, you carefully removed them from his mouth and brought them back down to his ass. With your other hand still resting on his ass cheek you pulled slightly to allow yourself better access to his hole. You rubbed the tips of your fingers over his entrance in a circular motion before very gently pushing the tip of your middle finger past his rim. One knuckle deep and his movements ceased completely, his head falling forward beside yours as he nuzzled into your hair.

"Don't be nervous, okay? I'm gonna be very gentle with you." You thought for a moment as he nodded slightly. "Do you have lube, Mingi? It'll feel a lot better that way." He nodded again and you carefully removed your finger. He stretched his arm to the bedside table, luckily still in reach even while he was fully sheathed inside you, and opened the drawer. He found the little bottle quickly and passed it to you. You squirted a generous amount in your hand and rubbed it over his hole before adding some extra to your fingers for good measure. You positioned your middle finger back at his entrance, circling it gently. "Once I'm inside I want you to start moving again, but just relax for now, okay?"

"O-okay." He breathed.

You knew you were pushing him, you weren't sure if he'd be able to actually follow through but you knew he'd try. "Have you done this before?" You asked.

"No."

"It'll feel good, I promise."

He breathed right into your ear as you pushed your finger past his rim again. It sunk in easily thanks to the lube and you began to work your finger in further.

"H-holy fuck." Mingi stuttered, his voice as high pitched as you'd ever heard it.

"Yeah? Feels good, baby?" Just as you did before you grasped at his cheek, opening him up for you as your finger slowly went deeper. "You can take the whole thing right? Two maybe?"

"Mm-mhm." His whining was nearly endless, tiny little sounds seeming to escape him with every breath.

You prodded at his entrance with your pointer finger, carefully and slowly working it in next to the other. He gasped upon the intrusion and wound a hand into your hair, those sinfully angelic sounds still being spoken directly into your ear. "Doing such a good job, Mingi." You praised. "Just a little more."

"It's s-s-so, I feel, hah o-oh-" He groaned loudly as you got deeper, the feeling of his previously untouched hole being stretched and filled giving him a whole new sense of euphoria. He felt like he couldn't breathe or speak or think. The only thoughts in his mind were of how it felt to be balls deep in your soaking cunt while your fingers filled him. But he remembered what you said, that he was to move again once your fingers were inside and shit, he was going to try. He used whatever strength he had left to drag his dick out of you before shoving himself back inside. He continued, trying his best to pick up the pace a little.

"Fuck yes, Mingi." You moaned, your fingers fully sheathed in his tight hole. "Such a good boy."

This seemed to egg him on and he moved his hips faster, which caused your fingers to move in and out of him at the same pace with which he was fucking you. "Ah! I'm gonna, gonna cum!" He announced suddenly.

"Come on, baby, cum for me." You plunged your fingers as deep as they could go and it sent him toppling over the edge with a cry of your name. He looked like a god, with his mouth agape, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, eyes shut tightly. You were so close to cumming too and nearly did at just the sight of him. His hips bucked into you aggressively, his dick hitting so deep within you, you swore you could feel it in your stomach. He thrust into you a few more times, pumping his cum deep inside you as your walls clenched unforgivingly around him and his entire body shook above you. With the last few strokes of his cock you could feel his release being pushed out of you, dripping down your ass and staining the sheets. Finally, his hips stilled and you noticed he was gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white.

You slowly removed your fingers, gently massaging his ass as he started to come down. But you weren't finished. "Make me cum, Mingi." You ground your hips upward. "I'm so close, Min." You were trying to sound demanding but it almost sounding like you were begging. You did your best to regain your composure. "Don't stop fucking me."

"But I-" You bucked your hips up at his protest and he whimpered loudly. "I- okay."

He did as you said, starting very slowly, battling the overstimulation. With every stroke he choked out broken moans but he didn't stop. He picked up the pace, fucking you hard and fast like you said you wanted. You dipped your hand in between the two of you to rub your clit, knowing it would only be moments before you were climaxing. At this point he was an absolute fucked out mess, shaking and whining and... crying? Oh, Mingi was crying. At first you were worried but when he moaned in between his little sobs and mewled into your ear before kissing you messily just below it, your worries disappeared.

"Just a- unghhh just a little more for me." You could feel your orgasm building, the coil within you wrapping up tighter and tighter with each passing second. The way his huge cock split you open and drug against your walls had you reeling. You weren't sure if he knew it or not, but with every one of his thrusts his cockhead punched into your g-spot.

"Please, want you to cum." He muttered, tears still falling from his eyes. "Cum on my cock, please baby. Need you to cum."

The way he begged you to cum had you doing so almost immediately. Your pussy clenched hard around him as the pleasure radiated throughout your body, your muscles tensing as you shook and moaned and clawed at his back. Mingi cried out as well, the feeling of his sensitive cock being overstimulated even further only caused him to shed more tears. But he helped you ride out your orgasm, despite feeling totally overwhelmed. Soon enough your body went limp beneath him and you stroked his back gently as he sniffled, still buried within you.

"Mingi." You breathed, chest heaving still as you brought your hands to cup his face. "You okay, baby?"

He nodded shyly, closing his eyes and nuzzling his face into your palm while you swiped at his tears. "I'm really good." He confessed, pecking you sweetly on the lips. "You're so good."

You giggled a little and hummed. "Mmm, you're so good too, Min."

He pulled his softening dick from inside you, both of you shuddering a bit at the feeling, and collapsed on the bed beside you, half his body still atop yours. He had stopped crying and you ran your fingers through his hair, earning yourself a satisfied smile while he traced his own fingers over you arm. You lied there silently for a little while, just enjoying the calm and quiet as you touched each other lovingly.

Soon after, you showered together, all the while Mingi peppered you with kisses and cuddled you close to him. It was playful and loving and probably one of the longest showers you'd ever taken. After showering you returned to what you had been watching, snuggling up on the couch together under a blanket, downing some water and thanking yourself for picking up some extra snacks on the way over. You dozed off at some point, with your head on his chest and his heartbeat in your ear, fully content to be wrapped up in his big warm arms again.

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gingersxng · 2 months

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Stepbrother

pairing: f!reader x Mingi

Summary: from being an only child living with her dad and his new wife to the next day having your new stepbrother rearranging your insides

Genre: smut 18+

Notes: stepbrother mingi, dom!mingi, sub!reader, lots of kissing, cursing, fingering, oral m.receiving, big dick mingi, unprotected sex (always be safe), cum eating, cream pie, bulge kink, may have forgotten something I wrote this at 3am

Words: 1.7k

you were just a normal college girl living a kinda normal life at home with her father and his new wife. you had pretty good grades but didn’t have a lot of friends so you usually spent most of the time alone. it was always a relief to come home to your room and crash down on your bed.

you had fallen asleep as soon as you came home and woke up two hours later by a gentle knock on the door and your dad telling you to come down for dinner. you rubbed your eyes and stretched out your body before you sat up and did a fast check on your phone, your dad had tried to call you several times and sent a text message telling you to put on some nice clothes and then he had a surprise waiting for you. you furrowed your eyebrows wondering what it could possibly be. well maybe you should get your ass up and put on some clothes. as always you opened your wardrobe and just stared for a couple minutes because you never had anything to wear. after a while you remembered you got a new black skirt and your paired it together with a black top and some silver accessories. you took one last look in the mirror before you headed downstairs. you were met by your dad, his wife ofc and a guy.. you felt your heart drop down to your stomach. “there you are y/n! we’ve been waiting for you sweetheart” your dad greeted you. the tall blonde guy in your hallway gave you a little smile which made your cheeks blush. “this is Mingi, my son” your stepmother said patting him on the back. “you’ve never met each other yet so we thought it was time” your dad looked at you with a big smile on his face. you gave Mingi a shy smile and went into the dining room along with the others.

your parents talked the most of the time while you and Mingi were quiet, you could feel his gaze on you and it gave you butterflies. your dad never told you his new wife had a son so this felt so strange somehow. Mingi were one and a half year older than you and you would lie to yourself if you said he wasn’t cute cause omg. “Mingi’s gonna move in with us” you almost choked on your water when you heard what your dad just blurted out. “t-that’s great” was all you could say. you felt your cheeks getting hotter and the butterflies went crazy now. you’ve only known about your so called stepbrother for an hour and had now become a blushing mess.

after dinner your parents went into the living room to watch some late night tv and Mingi went to grab some of his stuff. you had went back to your room trying to take in the new information and you seriously didn’t know what to think. you were sure things would get easier when you got used to all this but right now it felt like your whole life had changed. you could hear someone walking up the stairs and you knew exactly who. it was Mingi and he went by your room and into the room across yours to unpack. he raised one eyebrow at you before he disappeared. gosh isn’t he dreamy you thought to yourself. you decided to remove your makeup and change into your sleepwear before heading to bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about him and it bothered you like crazy.

the next day you woke up around 1pm and you’d got a message from your dad. they had went to some friends and would be back in a few hours. you put the phone down on your nightstand and went to the bathroom to wash up. when you got downstairs you heard a deep voice from the kitchen. “morning” you almost jumped a bit cause you had completely forgotten that you weren’t alone anymore. Mingi sat at the kitchen island eating a bowl of cereal, he’d just woken up too. “good morning” you said a smile forming on your face. there was some awkward silence for a bit, you sat yourself at the opposite side of kitchen island facing Mingi while you ate your breakfast. yet again you could feel him watching you and your heart skipped a beat. “sooo.. y/n huh? that’s a pretty name” his deep morning voice vibrating right through you. “well, thank you” you blushed. “doing anything today?” he asked as he gave you a little smile. dang that smile could make you melt like a popsicle. “nothing special, I guess I’ll watch some tv” you replied while putting your dishes away. Mingi couldn’t help but sneak a peek down to your ass that was covered up by a pair of very short sleeping shorts, your ass cheeks falling out of them.

you put on your favourite show and made yourself comfortable on the couch. Mingi decided to join you cause he didn’t have anything better to do and that would be a good excuse to be with you more. you were watching an adult romance series on Netflix, you loved those kinds cause it always gave you butterflies. Mingi was sitting beside you and he was on his phone almost the whole time. you felt yourself heat up when a hot scene came up on the screen. you tried to keep yourself calm but you couldn’t help but press your thighs together a little. a loud moan came from the tv and caught Mingis attention. “what the..?” was the only thing he said. he turned to you and couldn’t help but notice your state. cheeks flushed, thighs pressed together and bottom lip between your teeth. a smirk formed on his lips looking down at your thighs. “you like this show huh?” he whispered into your ear. you pressed your thighs harder turning to face him. he placed a hand on your thigh giving it a light squeeze earning a little whine from you. his hand travelled to the place you needed him the most, he began to rub small circles on your clothed clit. your eyes shut tight at the sensational feeling. your wetness were leaking through your grey sleeping shorts, Mingi licked his lips at the sight. “damn so wet already” he chuckled. you bucked your hips onto his hand to get some friction. he pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of contact. “I think we should continue upstairs since our parents could come home anytime” he said taking your hand and dragging you upstairs.

when you got into your room and locked the door you pushed him down on your bed climbing on top of him. you smashed your lips onto his, you opened your mouth welcoming his tongue inside. his hands grabbed your ass cheeks giving them a hard squeeze making you moan into his mouth. you started to place kisses down his neck then lifting up his shirt to place more kisses onto his torso. his low groans made you clench onto nothing. Mingi watched as you went further down to the waistband of his pyjama pants, you brushed your hand over his bulge earning a moan from him. you pulled down his pants revealing his big cock leaking precum at the tip. your eyes widened seeing how big he was. he smirked at your reaction. you didn’t waste any time and got down on him starting to lick up and down his length before putting him into your mouth. the tip hit the back of your throat making you gag, he brushed your hair away from your face. “fuck, just like that” he threw his head back into the pillow. you used your hand at the base of his cock while licking the tip. Mingi fought the urge to fuck up right into your mouth at the feeling. you could feel his dick twitching in your hand so you stroked him faster and put him into your mouth. he let out a cracked moan as you felt him release down your throat. you went up to his face to kiss him letting him taste himself.

he pulled down your shorts and dragged his fingers up and down your folds collecting your juices, never breaking the kiss. he pulled out his fingers and rolled you over onto your back placing himself between your legs. his tip teasing your aching hole. “pls Mingi..” you whined. “so needy darling” he finally pushed himself inside slowly to give you time to adjust. you could literally feel your eyes roll back into your head. you arched your back letting out a long moan, you’d never felt anything like this before. as he began to thrust faster and deeper into you your moans started to sound like something from a porn movie. you put your hand over your mouth to keep quiet cause you wouldn’t want to take the risk of your dad hearing his daughter being fucked by her stepbrother.

Mingi watched as his cock went in and out of your wet pussy. he pushed down his hand on your lower abdomen feeling how deep he was in you. he hit your g spot over and over again and you could feel yourself clench around his cock and a knot building up in your lower belly. Mingi sped up his pace feeling how close he was too. “damn…fuck” he threw his head back, his big adams apple bulging out as you felt him paint your walls white. not long after your knot loosened and you milked all over his dick. he leaned down to give you a kiss, cock still inside you.

“guys we’re home! and we got takeout with us!”

shit!

“we better get down there before they suspect anything” you said smiling. Mingi pulled out grabbing a towel to get you cleaned up. “since we can’t date I guess we’ll continue to fuck instead” he said with a playful smirk on his face. you just rolled your eyes at his comment. you both put on some clothes and went downstairs.

“what have you two been up to today?” your stepmom asked. you felt yourself blushing yet again. “we’ve been talking and got to know each other a little better” you said looking at Mingi. “well that’s great! I hope you’ll get close soon” she said proudly.

oh if she only knew.

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seventhcallisto · 5 months

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Calli my dear beloved pookie wookie bear

What are some random kinks you think ateez would have?

Xoxo your honey pookie bear 🤭♥️

That's the loml yall. My honey pookie bear 🤞 kissing my screen rn thank u for this ask

MDNI! SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

Woo boo — spitting. choking. dirty talking. crying.

Wooyoung loves spitting. Lull your tongue out and let him spit in your mouth, let him spit on your clit. Spits on his cock when its already bottomed inside. Your hole is weeping, but he still spits. spit in his hand so he can work his dick, just spit. He's so dirty and sloppy. Such a whiney, loud mess that was so cocky seconds ago. "Is this all for me?" n then "m please! right there! oh-" Grab his throat too, please, squeeze it tight when he cums and he'll double over so hard his face scrunches and tears well up in the corner of his eyes. Can not stop dirty talking either. "so tight ng- this pussy knows it's mine" Such a filthy mouth that acts so pretty when he wants to. Whether he's domming or subbing, he's always talkative until you get a hold of his cock and just tug. Whimpers so loudly. Babbles as much, too. He's just so easy to mess up. Especially when you wrap around him, will not keep his hands to himself, and will not shut up. He cries easily. He loves to make you cry, too, but he gets overwhelmed with his oncoming orgasms it's sooo common. "Keep going! Keep going pleaseplease- don't fucking stop- Oh- fuck" He loves it when you coo at his tears, gets his cock throbbing so needily. Kiss them away while you pump him and he'll cum on the spot. please make sure to give him so much love afterward. He gets too blissed out n can hardly move. He needs reassurance from his pretty baby after.

Mingki love — size differences. rimming. cockwarming. marking.

Mingi. Yeah, you know exactly. Mingi has the urge to just puff up in your presence, no matter how small or cute you make him feel. He'll always know he's bigger in bed when he's trying hard to push himself past your walls and bottom out. It's just so much. His cock hardly fits and his body completely drapes over your own. "You're so small. Shit." Please tell him you need him deep. Cause he needs to feel you that deep, too. Will rim you. His cock tip dragging to your hole and trying to push past the tight band there that he stretched out earlier, and then he pulls back to swipe it up your folds and clit. He groans so loudly, so breathy. "I need you on top, baby, please." Please sit on his lap and ride him. He loves it so much and loves to see how small you are on his thighs, smacking your hips down on his own. And when he finishes, let him sit inside for a little. It'll get him going so quickly again. He'll be so eager, scratch him too. Leave filthy marks. He wants to be able to see them the next day and know he's yours n you're his. Admires your handy work in the mirror. "Baby, you left a bruise.. no! Don't say sorry, It's hot." Tell him you need him as much as he needs you, and he'll do his best to hold off his prolonged orgasm. He's a good boy, so treat him like that means something. Treat him like he's smaller when you're done. The size kink goes both ways for him. Hug him like he's smaller and kiss his head. Be the big spoon for a little bit.

sanie bub — creampies. rough. hair pulling. overstimulation.

San, let him rawdog. Period. That's what gets his gears going. Loves to feel you so close and intimately. He can't stop staring. "I can't help it kitty, you're just so fucking pretty" He's got no filter at the way he tries to get you to squeeze just so he can feel you clench up around him. Sanie has a hard time pulling all the way out cause you hold him so tight in your walls. So he's pounding you down instead of pulling out, which is creating a white base around his cock that has him whimpering. He'll pull your hair if you ask,, but pull his hair- It has him moaning so loudly, trying to bite his lip so he isn't getting yall in trouble the next morning. He's so fucking rough, snapping and leaving angry marks against his own skin. He definitely squeezes you too hard, cursing under his breath. "Oh- yes kitty, just like that, squeeze me- fuck" His hips won't stop and he definitely is overstimulating the both of you, it's just so addictive to him. He angles his head down to see you leak, the best part is he'll leave him cum inside, and want to watch it fall out of you when he pulls out. Having you sit on his face so he can eat you out afterwards. "Need to feel you on my mouth too, you'll let me right?" There he goes for more than once. Again, he's addicted. His tongue won't stop even if you're tugging away. His arms will interlock across your thighs and have you just about suffocate him. Groaning on your taste.

pretty seongie — mommy/oppa. oral. praising. breeding.

seonghwa. It might just be me, but he has a big oppa/mommy kink. Mommy definitely can be used between the both of you, exchanged in passing depending on the positions. "You need mommy to do that for you?" 'n "Mommy.. i need you so bad." It makes him feel special because he'll definitely take care of you so well in those ways. He makes you cum many, many, many times and wants you to feel good before he does. All the while, eating you out over and over again, always stopping just so you don't get too overstimulated and then digging his face back in. He always noses your clit because he knows the shape of it drives you wild, he can't control his own tongue, it's digging and prodding your cunt for an orgasm that's already there. Licks up everything you give him and more. As soon as he's done, he's telling you how well you did for him. "My good baby, so good for me," kissing you softly and telling you everything you need to hear and more. He's so good at praising. He worships everything you give him. Once he finally gets inside, he's done for. He can be loud but will get worse if you tell him to breed you, complete demeanor change. "Need oppa to put a load in you baby? 's that what you want mm-". "Gonna give you my babies, have you full of my cum-" Just let him breed you until he's satisfied. He gets lost in the pleasure of it all, constantly saying how good you two would be as parents. He's terrible, you're terrible, but you're always safe, and that's what matters.

joongie baby — defiling. fingering. edging. clothed.

Hongjoong. When he sinks in, it's always going to feel like the first time for him. Cause nothing compares to your cunt dragging him in so tightly. Definitely has a defiling thing, whether you're the one making him un-pure or he's the one making you un-pure. He wants to ruin you for anyone else cause he knows you have already ruined him. No one works you better than hongjoong does, especially when he pistols his nimble fingers into your gummy spot over and over again, but he'll always know your cues and slows right before you can actually reach your high. "No pretty, not yet. Let me feel you some more." he can edge you for hours, and just as you begin getting so frustrated about it, he switches you around and slips himself in. He prefers it loud, but there's something about hongjoong that hates taking the time to pull his clothes off. He's too eager, and he skips it, he prefers to fuck you in his shirt with your panties pulled to the side. Just pulling his pants down enough to slip himself inside of you. Now you're both worked up and he's slamming his hips into yours- there's a trail of cum from the two of you and he's just so loud with his whiney voice. When you think he's going to cum he slows down and tries to hold off, edging himself with whimpers "no pretty- i wanna cum with you-" He, air quotes, talks, you both through it when you finally cum in unison. "You're so perfect- my perfect girl-" whines at the end of that. As soon as you're done he's slinking down on top of you. He needs head pets. Sorry, not sorry.

pup yun — domesticity. fingers. free use. public.

yunho. He screams passionate sex, roses on the bed, and a dinner that you two cooked to complete perfection. He's just so soft and in love with you. The domesticity gets him hard, and he stands up and attentive when you turn to him to ask him about something so simple. "You'll be my wife one day. I promise, make you the happiest girl in the world, Mrs. Jeong" He just loves to be wrapped in a house with you. He wants to be used by you, too. Your pleasure is completely his. He's came a couple of times untouched when he ate you out. You want it rougher? Okay love, anything for you. You need him harder? Don't gotta ask twice- the bed is creaking. "You can have it all honey, i'm all yours." You can have him whenever, and he'll be happy to provide! Your kinks are his kinks. But there's something that completely bends when you ask him to use his fingers on you in any way. Suddenly, he's getting so sloppy and staring you so deeply in the eyes. His long and thin fingers working into you, or around your neck, or even in your mouth. "You like my fingers in your mouth? Wider honey." He might actually nut like that, too. Pull him aside after a performance, shove him in a room, and use him. He'll try to hold back groans and whimpers as you wrap around him and just completely obliterate him. People are right outside, but you're so horny you're taking him in the nearest room, it gets him so worked up he doesn't even notice how your mixed bodies are squelching, his hands gripping against your thighs to keep you flush to him. "Please- we have to be quiet honey please- ah-"

babygirl yeo — body worship. toys. pet names. sharing.

yeosang worships you. The ground you walk on, talk to him long enough, and his eyes will cloud over with devotion. Stand close by, and he'll memorize everything you do. so it applies in bed, too. He kisses everywhere so affectionately. "So pretty." It can go both ways, n when it does, he gets so shy just watching you drag your fingers up and down over his cock. Admiring his muscles and skin. He involves toys cause he likes the watch you squeeze around them. It gives him the perfect visual of how it would be once he's in you. "I'll help you out as soon as I'm done love" Will never push you, but if you let him, he'll use a vibrator on you all day, under watchful eyes of course, never does it when someone's nearby or you're talking but as soon as you seem to relax he starts it up n the pressure gets you so needy for him. Use pet names for him, call him baby, love, handsome, daddy- anything, he loves it, loves to hear your voice, and feel how much you mean those nicknames when he's digging himself inside you, his cock n heart throbbing affectionately. "Say it again, tell me it again." I can see yeosang enjoy watching you with someone else, but only someone he chooses, someone he knows can't have you officially or take you away from him. Probably wooyoung or san. "Do it, she can take it" Those two get so pussy drunk off of you n he completely understands, working his cock as he watches san use your mouth and whine about how well you take it. All the while, he's so silently watching, counting every time your eyes water, you never gag cause yeosang has worked you up that well with his own cock, taught you how to take big dicks.

jjongie bear — teasing. different places. lingerie. thigh riding.

jongho. You're not allowed to be publicly affectionate with him cause he gets shy, especially in front of the guys, but he's allowed to squeeze your hips as he walks pass or breeze his crotch against your ass as he stand behind you. His hand runs up your thigh under the table, and all the while, he smiles and laughs with his hyungs. Ghosting it over your boob when he wraps his hands around you from behind in an 'innocent hug' out of everyone's view - he's terrible. Such a tease. Smiles as soon as you notice, asking a simple question such as "Why are you looking at me like that jagi?" As soon as you get home, you're stripping your clothes off and teasing him as well, cause that's where you work your magic. When he notices the new bra, it's like his cock leaps when he notices your panties are the same color, too. He loves coordinating colors, especially on you. You're so pretty when you know what suits you. N suddenly, he's helping you take off your jewelry and spinning you around to face him, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone. His finger tugging on your panties hem "this new? Looks so good on you." he's taking it off in the next second, helping you sit across his thigh urgently. He guides your hips back and forth against him, whimpering his name, and he responds back with encouraging soft words. All the while he stares down at your cunt, leaving a wet spot on his jeans, it's so sexy to him that you get off on his muscular thigh, watching you beg for more stimulation. "sit still and look pretty, I'll help you jagiya" As soon as you cum with a cry of his name he's dragging his pants down and lining up with your entrance, he bottoms out so quickly and comes just as quickly after a few angled thrusts. Makes sure you get to come a second time, as an apology. "Im cumming jagi- cant hold it-" give him a sec please.

(I think they'd all have these ones: Breeding. Oppa. Size difference. Aftercare. pure honorable mentions, tbh. I will not go into details. I NEED THEM IMMEDIATELY RAAAA)

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Win Me a Bear // Our Precious #4

Win Me A Bear (Our Precious series 4)

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Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader ft. Woosan making out.

Warnings: smut, switch!jongho, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, a little bit of manhandling, bit of anal fingering, subtle dirty talk and degradation, choking and bruising, use of sex toys (vibrator).

Note: if you're uncomfortable with any aspect of this chapter, topics, and the warnings, then please do not proceed. Not proofread.

Gist: after a week into moving in with your new flatmates, you and Jongho feel a lot closer to each other than before. With that closeness, your sexual tension becomes thick and unbearable. So, when Jongho suggested he'd "take you out" to the university fest, you didn't know he had other intentions to it. Not to forget, he even gave his all to win you a bear at a random game stall.

Word Count: 15,912

The mug of coffee in your hand proffers you a little bit of warmth while Mingi's cold brown eyes were piercing through yours. Another day, another stone-hearted glare from him, another attempt at appeasing your mind. It's no surprise, but the grounds have already been established that you two are eternally bound in a hellfire. Arguments are to strike on the daily basis, and you were prepared for those consequent feelings to surface somehow. On the contrary, you no longer had to worry about his unreasonable resentment towards you. It was clear as a day to you when he firmly said or called others to be addicted to your 'cunt'.

You momentarily cringe at yourself recalling his said words, not that you could resist yourself from reeling back into that night. Things went well that night, you had stayed over for dinner with them and ironically, Yunho joked about how he had the 'dessert' first and then the dinner. Of course, you were his dessert, metaphorically speaking. Conversations carried on were all too basic until Wooyoung asked you for your sexual preferences, the nitty gritty details about your personality in bed. It didn't take long for things to get awkward all around the table, So Seonghwa shooed everyone away to their rooms and asked for your help in doing the dishes with him. Now, you could be biased, but the conversation you had with him was way better and liberating than others. You could tell you were hella attracted to him, and not just for his appearance, but also for his personality and the way he speaks.

Which would explain why you were in the kitchen with him currently; you and Mingi's little battle of standing true through 'intense' eye contact had been deemed worthless by Seonghwa.

He clears his throat, and announces, "quit it you two!"

Mingi clicks his tongue and looks away, "move, you're in my way."

He clenched his jaw, spitting his words with an aggressive tone which you didn't find it quite right. You pressed your lips together and opened your mouth to retort, however Seonghwa having predicated the argument bubbling amid you two, soon scoffs out, "be more polite to her, Mingi. It costs you nothing."

Your attention trails towards Seonghwa, who apparently was trying to flip a pancake in the pan. His back faced Mingi, but he didn't fall short on conveying his authority. Leaning against the kitchen counter, at a distance from Seonghwa, you confusedly look at Mingi and he offers you a very dramatic eye roll and a sigh.

"I need to get my bowl for cereal," he explains further, shaking his head and then turning on his heels, "you know what? Never mind, I'll skip on breakfast today."

Your brows scrunch together, before you could say anything, Seonghwa beats you to it, "have your breakfast, Mingi. You're not going anywhere on an empty stomach."

"Ugh," he groans, "you're always breathing down my neck."

He turns back around, and you move from the counter; watching him drag the drawer out and take a red coloured bowl, you muse for a little and then take a deep breath. Mingi was...he was...God you had no words to describe him, or his appearance. He was tall, intriguing, he was buff, hot, and he had the most kissable lips you had ever seen on a guy. You were thirsting over him, pining to caress his lips with yours for at least a second to know what they tasted like. Probably bitter, your subconscious replied. Mingi fiddles his fingers across the oversized graphic shirt he had worn, an action which causes for the material to strain around his chest and expose off his pointy nipples. His pecks looked delicious, you were drooling mentally over them and him...

You need to get a grip!

"Angel, would you mind sitting on the dining table?" Seonghwa asks, stacking the baked pancake over a plate which already had some. "I'll bring your plate right away."

He smiles at you, waiting for you to take an initiative, or maybe, he was waiting for Mingi to leave. Without saying, Mingi does leave, paddling his feet away to the dining table where two boxes of cereal were sitting atop along with a carton of milk. Morning haze sunshine breaks through the balcony doors, flooding the living and the dining space with golden rays of heat; you were greeted by the sound of birds chirping when you had awoken, alongside Seonghwa's groggy voice asking you for coffee. When you woke up, way early than you could ever have, you found yourself sitting idle on the dining table and watched the sunrise percolate the dawning night sky. A beautiful blend of purple and orange had taken over, intriguing your senses and proffering deep thoughts to your mind, as Seonghwa had also accompanied you.

"I'm good here," you smile back at him, wide and bright, letting your eyes linger over him for a minute longer than they should have. "I like spending time with you."

You shrug, looking down at your mug and he lets out a chuckle, rolling his loosened sleeves further up his forearm, before pouring a ladle of batter into the pan. The sounds of sizzle reverberate, easing out the awkward silence between you two.

"Me too," he says, cracking into a grin, "you're fun to have around. And your elaborate imagination makes it even better."

"Unfortunately, some don't like my presence here," you mutter under your breath, Mingi's ear perk at your sound but his mouth doesn't yap as it usually would. "Well, their loss."

Seonghwa lets out a soft titter, "it sure is."

You again let your eyes rummage over Seonghwa's figure a little longer; he towered over the counter, wearing a burnt orange shirt with its sleeves rolled up till his elbows and paired it with black trousers, and had a navy-blue apron covering it all. He liked cooking. It seemed like it; not from the way he was flipping the pancake or preparing dinner, but by the apron he tied around his waist—it had his name embroidered on it in a pretty shade of pastel blue and green.

"There you go," he mumbles, stacking the freshly made pancake on top of already made ones on a plate and hands it to you.

"Let me finish my coffee first," you remark, pouting.

He rolls his eyes playfully at you and strides towards Mingi who was sitting peacefully and enjoying his cereal while scrolling through his phone. Placing the plate in front of him, Seonghwa flashes him a bold smile and pats his back twice before returning next to you. The stove is shut off, and he takes a breath of relief.

"How did you sleep last night?"

Seonghwa initiates and you gulp the sip of coffee in a haste to answer, "slept well. Actually, Jongho and I were talking about our classes till late night yesterday. You know, basic things."

"Really?" he instigates, "just about classes?"

"Yes, what else?" you state as a matter of factly, and shake your head. "I agree there has been some tension between us for the past few days, but I swear, it's nothing I can't handle."

"The tension between you two is so thick you could practically cut it with a knife," he adds, "you two need to fuck it out."

"Fuck what out now?" Yunho chimes in, his footsteps ascending into the kitchen.

"Her and Jongho's sexual tension..." Seonghwa answers him, and you both earn nothing as a reaction from him.

Yunho's sleepy eyes caress your face, and then Seonghwa's, his bed hair looks cute on him and for a fact, his flushed face was giving your head some ideas you didn't want to have. The squishy cheeks you had started adoring so much were practically cherry red, cute. Yunho walks straight over to the refrigerator and pulls it open to grab a chilled bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap in no time, he gulps the entire bottle down. You're staring at him, biting your lip, controlling your arousal to make a splash in your panties—basically, you were helpless since he was riling you up by just drinking water. And why wouldn't you be, staring at his sharp jawline and the way his adam's apple quivered with every gulp of water he took, gave you an ecstatic rush of thrill.

A few drops of water trickle down his chin and neck, eventually soaking into the white shirt he had worn; pulling the bottle away from his lips, he crushes it in one hand and flings it into the trash can just situated at a feet's distance from the refrigerator.

He heaves out a sigh, "that felt good."

You swallow thickly before raising your mug up to hide your flustered cheeks.

"Did you sleep well, Angel?" Yunho asks you, and you nod, not caring to bring the mug away or anything.

His brows stitch closer to each other on his forehead. "Okaaaaaayy." He drags his word as if he had another question in the waiting. "Are you going to attend the university fest today? I suppose it's the last day of it..."

You nod again.

Seonghwa scoffs, "Jongho asked her to company him tonight, right? Well, I believe that could be a perfect opportunity to fuck it out."

You nod. Yet again. But this time you were bewildered to learn Yunho's reaction; his face falls, lips turning to a frown and eyes darkening in mere seconds. He was jealous. And you wanted that to happen. Not because you were pining for his attention, but because he had regarded your relationship to be purely sexual and not romantic. Yunho did not want to be romantically involved with you; he had made that clear the day you moved in. It hurt you in all ways possible because you were, with certainty, yearning something more than sexual intimacy from him. God doesn't give with both hands, and he surely missed out when he was constructing your love life.

Regardless, Yunho feigns a frail smile. "Oh, that's nice. Have fun tonight. And use protection."

He turns on his feet and trudges over to Mingi; settling himself down next to him, he places his hand on Mingi's thigh and the two get lost in a conversation. You're staring at him, wondering if there was an elucidation to his behaviour. He has the very right to be jealous, but he has no right to express it when either of you had agreed to keep your relation exclusive to physical intimacy.

Oh, men are confusing!

"Angel?" Seonghwa calls out to you and jerk from your trance, "yeah, I'm here..."

"You knew what you were getting yourself into, there's no point in moping," he continues.

"I'm not moping!" you defend yourself, "it's the way he acts—the week before me moving in, he was different. He'd come unannounced to my dorms; we would not fuck or do anything intimate actually but at least he'd show me some sort of affection. We'd talk a lot, we'd cuddle..." You were rambling, you knew it, but you continue either way, "ever since I moved in here, somehow the other guys' influence drives him away from me, most of the times. I am not complaining, but he can do better than get jealous of others and not acknowledge my existence at all."

"Angel," Seonghwa enunciates your name in a 'butterfly in your belly' manner, "we're all different from each other. You know it for yourself, right. Give him some time. He'll bend eventually."

"I don't want him to bend," you whine a little, "I don't know what I want from him."

Seonghwa chuckles, finding your silliness admirable. "That's why we don't do girlfriends. They're complicated."

"I'm taking offence in what you've just said, thank you very much," you poke your tongue out at him.

"What I'm trying to say is," he drawls on his words, "we're all incapable of understanding women, albeit some of us having older sisters—we haven't yet adapted to their clinging and constant need for attention."

As he shrugs, a nerve in your head nicks and you're forced to glare at him. "Sorry, but don't ever have a girlfriend, Seonghwa."

"I'm trying not to," he pouts, "but it's been hard ever since you moved in."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothin—" an alert on his phone buzzes too loud, silencing him with a frown on his lips.

Scooping his phone out of his pocket, his brows scrunch together in concern as reads whatever was it was on the screen.

"Alright, I got called in early at work," he murmurs, stuffing his phone back in and untying his apron; he hangs his apron over your shoulder and hands spatula to you, remarking, "I'm leaving this job to you. Make delicious breakfast for everyone, Angel!"

With that he walks past you and disappears down the hallway on your left. You're dazed, shocked, wondering what the hell happened in the blink of an eye because you quite obviously were staring at Mingi and Yunho in the state of bemuse. Not to mention, you did appear like an idiot to them, with the apron on your shoulder and both your hands occupied with your coffee mug and the spatula. Yunho clears his throat and Mingi stifles a chuckle, while you're forced to roll your eyes at them and Mingi's immaturity.

"I can't cook!" you squeal, groaning softly.

"I'll help you." Jongho's voice rings in your ear, getting louder with his ascending footsteps.

While he stifles a yawn by pressing his lips together, his eyes crinkle by the corners and he makes his presence right in front of you. He grabs the apron from your shoulder without hesitation and walks over to the counter with the stove top. The remaining oil from the last time, sizzles in the pan when he turns the stove on. You watch him tie the apron around his waist in a beat and roll the sleeves of his grey sweatshirt till his elbows. Gradually and carefully, he pours a ladle full of batter onto the pan and forms a perfect circle. You're drinking your coffee at a slow pace, perusing, observing, admiring. The sexual tension which had been filled up to the brim of your stomach was now spilling out, like an overflowing sink.

"Jongho, prepare a plate for me while you're at it," Yunho calls out shortly before continuing the conversation between him and Mingi. They spoke in tongues, weird mumbles which you couldn't discern quite well.

You were certainly feeling some type of way, though all you could do was swallow the bitterness with the gulp of coffee and drag your feet to Jongho. Standing next to him, after you had put your mug in the sink, you offer him help. He refuses. And you whine.

"Oh, come on. Seonghwa put the responsibility on me."

"Yeah, he did. But you can't cook." Jongho states, "as a matter of fact, you said so yourself."

"Agreed, but I can at least try," you retort, reaching for the ladle in the bowl of batter. "If I don't push myself to learn in these circumstances, then when will I?"

Jongho lets out a hefty breath, "nope. You can learn some other time, Angel. For now, if Yunho doesn't get his breakfast, he'll castrate me."

You narrow your eyes at him, judging him. "What, he will—he's not going to castrate you! That's...oh come on, he won't castrate you."

"He will and I know it," he offers you a knowing smile before putting the ladle back in the bowl of batter and picking up the flat spatula. "He might seem like a sweet-innocent-puppy type but in reality, he's not."

You watch him flip the pancake at the end of his words—with your mouth parted slightly, you glance towards Yunho and Mingi in the dining space, both grinning ear to ear, taking to each other. The contrast of Jongho's words puts you in a position where you're left to mull over his actual personality. No matter what angle you looked at him from, Jongho's speculations were baseless in your opinion. How can a guy with a golden retriever energy turn into an agitated chihuahua for that matter?

"Are you sure, Jongs?" you muse, biting your lip. You tear your gaze off of him and focus on the said man—Jongho had a peculiar stare fixed on you, probably because of the new nickname you had allotted to him.

"You know who came up with my nickname, baby bear?" he questions and answers it himself, "he did. And you know how he did? It was in spite. Apparently, I pissed him off when I touched his gaming setup or something. So, I don't play with that guy anymore. Figuratively."

"Geez, relax. I understand," you roll your eyes, "so, when he says he has a side to him, which I probably won't like, he means it?"

"Only if you have a death wish then provoke him. Be my guest. See where that leads you." Jongho shakes his head.

While talking to you, he's gotten at least three pancakes stacked on a fresh new plate; whistling to himself, he trudges over to the dining table and places the plate in front of Yunho. Meanwhile, you're still caught in the trance of mediating the conversation you just had with Jongho. Oh, you'd love to provoke Yunho. A lot. In fact, your mind had already started thinking of ideas and trickeries to get him irked.

"Angel to earth?" a light voice wakes you up and you find yourself staring at a wide eyed Seonghwa.

"Hey, Hwa," you mumble noting the closeness between you and his hands holding your shoulders.

He lets out a vague chuckle, "lost you there for a moment." he takes a short pause before kissing your cheek, "just came by to say I'm leaving. So, I'll catch up with you tonight. I hope you two would've fucked by then."

"Seonghwa!" you whine out loud, brows creasing, lips parting, and cheeks heating up. From the corner of your eye, Jongho is strolling back into the kitchen, lips moving to some incoherent mumbles. "He's coming, shoo! Off you go. You're embarrassing me."

"I mean it, Angel," he whispers, "out of others, he's been yearning to spend more time with you—since the time you two have known each other."

"What are you two on about?" Jongho casts you a confused glare, standing a feet apart from you two.

"Nothing," Seonghwa utters in urgency, "see you tonight, Angel. Bye." He pecks your lips and shuffles out of the kitchen.

Once the door closes shut with a thump, you mentally let out a groan and turn around on your feet, wanting to hide your red cheeks from Jongho. Seonghwa's intentions had bothered you a lot, hell even looking at Jongho put images in your head—the kind you don't want anyone to see. Early morning you had been aroused to your own imagination; picturing yourself being trapped under him, while his cock pounded into you and you squirmed wrapping your legs around his waist. Though what exhilarated you most about him was the fact that you'd get to watch him bare.

"You two are a little too close, aren't you?"

You scoff, "it's because we've been talking a lot as compared to others."

"We used to know each other even before you knew any of them," Jongho pouts.

"Aww, are you feeling left out, baby bear?" you lean over to ruffle his hair.

Jongho lets out a soft growl before taking a step close to you, and closer and closer—till you're pressed up against the kitchen counter. Your back aches to the protruding marble countertop, but when you're trapped by his body, you couldn't be any less concerned about it. Jongho's arms are on either side of you, clutching the counter tight enough to not let you escape. His eyes are trained on you, hungry, a little maniacal and so fucking possessive. Lips turning to a scowl, he tilts his face closer to you, his breath ghosting your skin and riling you up even more. You take a deep breath, involuntarily resting your hands on his forearm—ready to push him off of you any moment, but you hold back. Because the dark in his eyes had you paralysed.

"Yeah, I'm feeling left out," he grunts, pushing his body into yours; how obstructing your clothes were, it angered you. "I feel like you're not interested in me."

You shake your head, gulping, "I am. I really am..."

You're rendered breathless when he buries his head in the crook of your neck. Littering kisses and soft nicks of his teeth on your skin, you can surely tell he was loving the way you shuddered under him. Even more so when his body is all pressed up against yours, pushing you further down on the counter. His arms wound themselves around your waist, and you're urged to hop on the counter. Sitting up, propped against his body like a puppet, you nudge your head to a side to give him better access to leave striking bruises on your neck.

The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane. Your pleasure knew no bounds when you wrap your legs around his waist—the flimsy oversized tee you wore rides up your thighs, exposing your boy-shorts and the little wet patch near your cunt. You were glad he couldn't take a note of it, not exactly when he aligns his crotch perfectly over yours and starts grinding.

"Oh dear lord," a moan hitched in your throat, feeling his boner press tightly against your cunt.

He bucks his hips at a gradual pace, stretching out yours and his arousal in waves as his cock rubbed up and down your slit. Retracing his lips from your neck to your jawline, he draws a shallow breath in and pecks your lips softly. You're left muddled when he takes a step back, loosening his grip on your waist, and letting his warmth dissipate from you. It was torturous. The work of devil was to take you high and leave you dry, aching to have a taste of something only he has. Disappointed by his feat, you mewl under your breath and stare at him with your half-lidded eyes.

He has a smirk on his face, "I'm saving you for the end of the night."

"That's not fair," you whine, capturing the attention of the two sole spectators sitting at a distance from you. "You can't just..."

"Yes, yes I can, Angel." Jongho's smirk widens.

"Keep it hygienic in the kitchen, you freaks," Yunho grumbles out loud, jerking you out of your daze and making you scoff. He adds, "we cook food in there. I better not get any bodily fluids in my mouth."

"Says the one who let me cum on his face," you scoff and roll your eyes, hopping off the counter. It was all a disquisition of his jealousy and nothing more. "Don't be such a hypocrite, Yun. I know you'd rather watch me get railed on the counter."

"Touché," he licks his lips and glances at Jongho, "I'd rather participate than watch."

Mingi creates a retching sound with his throat and groans, "gross! Why can't we have normal conversations in the morning which don't have to revolve around performing orgies in the kitchen?"

"Because nothing about us is normal?" Jongho instigates, "well whatever the fuck it is, I'm outta here." With that he leaves you stranded in front of two pairs of judgy eyes.

"I'm going to take my leave too."

You nod awkwardly, having not moved on from what Yunho had said. It did occur to you that you had wasted a lot of time in the kitchen, when in actuality, you could've gotten showered, dressed, and headed off to your early lectures. It's not too late yet. So, you drag your feet out of the kitchen and promenade down the hallway on left; it led you to the staircase leading up to where your room was. The dimly lit hallway on the second floor, houses four rooms, two on either side. Your room was on the extreme right, beside Yeosang's room and right opposite to your room was Mingi's and Jongho's shared room.

The moment you've slammed your room door, you slump against it and expel a lung-shattering breath. Was this how it's going to be now? The said proposal was to become their fucktoy because their kinks were unconventional for normal women—but it did not state you'd be their prey twenty four by seven, and either of them could lurch at you and have you in any way they please. You will have to talk about it with Hongjoong. You really have to.

You get on your feet and let your eyes meander around your room for a second longer before deciding to take a shower and leave for your classes. Your room wasn't much, a little spacious with an adjoining bathroom but that was all there to it. Though, taking the other rooms in consideration, yours was a little better—however, Yeosang's was a masterpiece. After leaving the dorms and due to your financial situation, you couldn't afford a bed—all you had was Wooyoung's old futon. And you had to sanitise it inside out. Either way, you were thankful for the futon and the extra cabinets around, plus a full sized closet which housed all your clothes. The it's and bits you brought from your dorm room were your mirror, your clothes and your shoes. Yes, the gazillion pair of shoes and boots you owned. You added a little whimsical vibe to the room by hanging a pastel green dreamcatcher by the window which opened to the backside of the loft, giving you the view of an elm tree, and some rose bushes planted by Seonghwa himself.

In no time, you get showered and dressed; you were flaunting your outfit in your body sized mirror propped against the closet, right in front of your futon. Going causal, you wore a pastel pink sundress, which was long enough to cover up till your knees and paired it with a black cardigan. You packed your hair in a high ponytail and teased a few strands of your hair to let them frame your face. Spraying some perfume on yourself, and adorning appropriate accessories, you grab your tote bag and head out.

The rest of your day is devoted to your lectures and experimental lab work; you Jongho and had intercepting classes together, but they were few considering you both had different subject groups. At the end of the day, you were back at the loft and the moment you enter inside, you're greeted with Wooyoung and San. More specifically, Wooyoung was chasing San. You were least bothered witnessing the roommates run after each other in their matching sweatshirts and boxer briefs. Yeah, even boxer briefs. The main concern should be they were wearing only boxer briefs on their lower body.

The two are engrossed in furling curse words at each other, something you didn't want to hear, or waste a fraction of your mind understanding. Howsoever, they halt their movements and smile at you, both at the same time; you're casting your confused gaze on them, sitting on the couch, while they're a few feet from the coffee table.

"Hey Angel!" they sing in unison, and you pout, "hey, guys. Uh...what is happening?"

"Oh, this?" Wooyoung oscillates his forefinger between the two of them. "Just what we do. San ate what was clearly marked as mine—"

"—there was no note! And the refrigerator is everyone's property!" San interrupts him.

"Uh, there was a note, ya jerk." Wooyoung snarls, "I specifically put a note because I know you would eat it!"

"But hey, what's yours is mine too, right?" San teases, "to be fair, last night's leftovers were a little stale."

"Because you weren't supposed to eat them!" Wooyoung seethed through his gritted teeth, ready to spring into a sprint but San holds his hands up in defence.

"Wha—why? Was it one of your experiments, again?" the latter deadpans, "Wooyoung, I swear to god, I'll kill you!"

You're amused to witness how the scene unfolds, this time San was chasing Wooyoung around, with his hand fisted and raised. Two of them circle the dining table, and come back in the living room; Wooyoung eventually comes to sit next to you and San stands by his feet, arms folded over his chest which rose and fell.

"Why are you so..." you're about to complete your words when San glares at you. "He's a culinary student, he creates—innovates! But sometimes they turn out to taste like shit. When he knows he's fucked, he slides it in the refrigerator and waits for any one of us to taste it. And we do, because of course it's too tempting not to. And then, we're the victims of his escapades!"

Oh boy. He was fuming. He was rambling.

"I don't understand what you're complaining about when you licked the plates clean!" Wooyoung retaliates in a whine, "and I used blue cheese, how the fuck did you think it tasted stale?"

"Oh god, leave it," San pouts and slumps himself next to him, both of them eventually and forcefully lean on you. "Hey, Angel. How was your day?"

You clear your throat to answer San's question, "tiring, but I made through it."

"And Jongho?" Wooyoung bounces his brows at you, smiling slyly.

"What about him?"

San clicks his tongue, "did the two of you fuck somewhere, perchance in the library?"

Your cheeks turn red, "seriously, fuck you two."

"You will eventually," they both sing in unison, and you groan, but a loud ring resonates in your space you're coerced to calm down.

Bringing your phone out of your tote bag, which still apparently was stuck to your shoulder, and take a look at the recent messages you had received. It was Jongho, the bear emoji was obvious. You smile to yourself, not caring if the latter two were eying you smugly enough to speculate something and open his texts.

Baby Bear 🐻: Meet me in the parking lot.

You: Why?

Baby Bear 🐻: I think we've got someplace to be. I'm waiting for you. Hurry up.

You: Alright. 😗

Stuffing your phone in your bag, you hastily rush out of the living room to get your bedroom; the first thing you do is, fling your tote bag somewhere on your futon and make a quick sprint to the bathroom. Seemingly as the night strings you along, there was a slight possibility that you two were going to fuck. You couldn't ignore the sexual tension between you two, nor could you turn a cold shoulder over to the vicious salacity you two had trapped in your souls. It was time. It was time to—as Seonghwa would say it—fuck it out. So, the only smart thing to do was, clean yourself and maintain proper hygiene before going out of the apartment.

Satisfied with your choice of lingerie and perfume (of course you wanted to smell good for him), though at some point you wondered if it were really worth it to present yourself on a silver platter for him. Well, to hell with it. You really like Jongho, have been crushing on him ever since you met him in the physics laboratory. It was an accidental meet, but heartwarming in a way. The more you talked to him that day, the more you were attracted to him. However, he was your first real friend in the university and didn't want to jinx it by confessing your feelings which could even be unrequited.

And so, you thought.

Jongho was interested in you as much as you were in him. The unprecedented number of glances he'd spare your way when you'd have your classes together, or when he'd purposely join your class, regardless having a different schedule but same subject group, all of it soon started making sense. As your mind would profoundly accept his feelings to be true, your heart longed for him to make the first move. You didn't quite understand how your level one romantic feelings soon turned into level four sexual attraction. If you could spell out a reason for your unbridled attraction toward him, then it would be the remarkable anticipation of knowing whether he has an undomesticated side or not.

Jongho, on the surface, appeared to be one of those distinguished men who would rather stay vanilla in bed and take every concern about his lover in consideration. Although, after the little morning thrill, you were starting to think there's more to Jongho than he lets you in on. Maybe tonight could be the night you get to witness his ferociousness.

The thought itself drives you wild, forcing the urge to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the strain in your cunt. But you already know you were getting aroused and letting your slick drench your panties. You trap a whimper in your chest and head downstairs, coming face to face with Wooyoung and San who were making out on the couch. How weirdly the dynamic had shifted, or how ironic the situation was—weren't they just running after each other?

You press your lips together, amiably struck by the way their moans were dispersed in the living space, and how gradually louder they were getting. San had crawled into Wooyoung's lap and the latter had his arms around his waist, roaming and what not—two of them lost in their own carnal desires to notice your presence lurking near the coffee table. You let out a squeak and head straight to the front door, leaving the two be for what they were.

The humming buzz in your mind had dissipated long back, but your senseless ponders kept revisiting you. Unseeming, but not quite unforeseen, you were yet to venture into their world of kinks and their unconventional sexual tastes. Their preferences, their choices, their specific interests and disinterests—all of it coerced a beautiful theory of carnality.

You take the elevator all the way down to the lot, holding onto your crossbody bag (courtesy of your mom who had gifted it to you when you were leaving home). The prolonging darkness, yet the slithering lights of the randomly affixed lampposts were a bit too exhilarating. You knew where Jongho had his car parked, he drove a black Mercedes g-wagon, obviously gifted to him by his parents—which sort of put you in the delirium of understanding how wealthy his background was. Regardless, you guide yourself through the line-marked paths to the space where Jongho always parks his car.

He stood leaning against the driver's side, looking through his phone; the blaring light of his screen lit up a part of his face. His lips were fixed in a pout, seemingly in a deep thought about something or mindless panic. Either seemed unlikely because his face beamed when he noticed you walking towards him. The trifling thoughts of his prosperity were long overdue for you as you approached him. You couldn't help but let your lips tweak into a smile.

He was dressed in the same clothes you had seen him in before at the university; a black dress shirt and black trousers, with a checkered long coat covering his fit. As you've observed and had been making some remarks, Jongho did not like to reveal much of his skin and he would always remain covered from his neck down. You wouldn't mind seeing him wear a button down shirt, moreover with its few buttons undone at the top to expose his chest or a nimble of his skin. But, it was his preference and there wasn't much you could do about it.

"Took your own sweet time, didn't you?" he mocks, rushing to the passenger's side to open the door for you. "Never mind."

"I assumed we'd go directly after our final class, but I couldn't find you anywhere in the university." You muse, "where were you?"

"Ah, right. Yes, we did have a plan rather I was on my way to you, when I had a revelation and had to make a quick trip somewhere. So, I thought it's better to pick you up from the apartment," he explains, standing by the door, offering you a silly smile.

You hum along and he closes the door, and strolls to the other side, quickly slipping into the driver's seat. Amidst the darkness, you catch the twinkle in his eyes, and then the subtle nudge of his head implying for you to open the glove compartment.

"I got you something."

You shrug off any inconspicuous intentions he relied and pulled the compartment open. There was a tiny paper bag with a pink bunny printed on it. Upon holding it in your hand, the bag rattled with something inside, a box perhaps.

"What's in it?" you're skeptical, of course.

"Open it." His answer doesn't suffice your bubbling curiosity.

Pouting, you take the tiny little box out of the bag and stare at it a minute longer; a purple box with silver ribbon tied around and put in a bow at the top, it rattled with your hand as you tugged at the perfect bow and unravelled the ribbon around it. Your anticipation had no bounds, and you ached to know what was inside it. To your bewilderment, as you flip the top off, you find a tiny egg-shaped vibrator resting on lavender velvet sheets curled around it. You pinch it up in your hand and narrow your eyes at it first, then at Jongho.

He stifles a chuckle and leans over to fish out a small remote from the box, something you had failed to notice before.

"I have different preferences, Angel." he licks his lips, directing his lust-filled gaze onto you, "which at times involves all these things." He toys with the remote with his thumb, before snatching the vibrator from your hand. "Come on, get here."

He pats his lap twice, an easy indication you chose to follow without any hesitation or concern. Alright, not without an only concern: you'd be in public, possibly all night, would that mean...? You trembled as you crawled over the space where the gear selector was and rested your hands on one of his thighs. As your upper body was propped over his lap, your ass was sticking out in the air.

"You're okay with this, right?" he needs a confirmation from you, and you nod, biting your lip, "I mean, I am, but I didn't know you were into this, Jongho."

"There are lot other things you don't know about me, Ange," he whispers.

In a splinter of a second, he places the vibrator and the remote on the dashboard. Tracing a hand down your back, where his fingertips elicited shivers along your spine, he catches the hem of your dress in between his fingers and pulls it up to your back. Your dress rolls into the small of your back, while his fingers graze your inner thighs. His forefinger and middle finger run along the lines and slot themselves into your slit through your lacy panties, rubbing up and down—you let a mewl slip your lips, closing your eyes to the eerie sensation of his fingers rubbing you down.

Jongho was utterly delighted to hear your frail whimpers, your silly attempts to quiet yourself down while he worked you up. Not only that, he had caught up on the tiny wet patch on your panties.

"You were dripping even before I did anything to you," he instigates, "what were you thinking about? Or was it someone else?"

You shake your head, glancing at him, "it was you. All you." your voice turns breathy the more you speak and delve into the pleasure his fingers were proffering, "I—I was thinking what it'd be like to be under you...or—or on top of you."

"Oh," he mumbles, "you have a wild imagination, Angel."

His pace picks up, the tip of his fingers pressing further down against your slit and your folds; he takes a pause, however, and pushes your panties to the side. Grabbing the vibrator from the dashboard, he contemplates for a minute, while you're prefiguring a burning sensation in your cunt at its insertion. You clench around nothing, yearning to feel something to wrap your walls around; Jongho knows of your eagerness from Yunho and Seonghwa, who had given the others a glimpse of what exactly it was to fuck your tight little cunt, your mouth and your throat.

He wasn't going to give in to your desperation, not until he's played with you or riled you enough. From the slickness of your cunt, and how it coated your folds, he could tell the vibrator would slip just right in, without any impediments.

"Jongho, please..." you mumble under your breath, quite inaudible but his ears perk up to it.

He chortles, "honeybun, a minute please."

You gasp when you feel his other hand slapping your buttcheek lightly; he brings the same hand closer to your cunt, pushing two fingers past your folds and letting them slide inside. Only the tips of his fingers submerged in you at first, and then bit by bit he was knuckles deep, curling them inside to let his nails scratch your walls. His fingers did not reach as deep as Yunho's would, but they were reaching in enough to cause more of your wetness to spill out.

"I wonder why this cunt is still tight after being fucked by him..." Jongho groans, and your walls clench around his fingers even tighter than before.

It was the way he had brought up Yunho in the conversation, in an unseeming way to make you whimper.

"He's gotta have the biggest and the most girthy cock out of us all," he adds, mumbling, "well, Mingi comes in second to him. But—fuck—fuck, you're swallowing my fingers in, hun. Are you that eager?"

You hadn't realised when your walls had tautened around him, but you could feel the rapture of pleasure taking over you when his fingers kept thrusting further in.

Nodding your head, you mutter, "I want you."

"You're not getting me so easy," he titters softly, pulling his fingers out and you whine at the emptiness, "now, take a deep breath for me."

You do as told, taking a deep breath in, while Jongho adorned a admiring smile; he was picturing how divine you'd look squirming and wiggling around as he played with your cunt by using the vibrator. Hell, he even went as far to picture you under him with his cock thrusting in and out of your tight cunt, clenching tightly to milk out his orgasm. Jongho pushes those foreboding thoughts to a side and nudges the tip of the vibrator against your folds. The silicon head of the vibrator slips right in, eventually, it's entirely fit in your tight little hole with small ring sitting outside.

"Make sure it stays in, alright?" Jongho straightens your panties and gives a playful smack to your cunt before grabbing your jaw to forcefully make you face him. "If you don't, I'll punish you. You understand that?"

You nod your head vigorously, reassuring him and watch his lips curl into a sly smile. He licks his lips before leaning in and capturing yours with him. The kiss is slow at first, filled with his muffled mumbles while you're struggling to keep yourself up on his lap. He brings his hands to your waist and pulls you on his lap for you to straddle him properly. The space is confined, yet your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. You're deepening the kiss, pushing your lips further into his with your tongue caressing his lower one.

He parts his lips in amusement, and you take it as a perfect opportunity to slither your tongue in; both of your tongues are rubbing together, engulfing each other in the long awaiting warmth and desire. His fingers dig in your waist, leaving marks in your flesh, even through the dress you wore. Your body shudders immensely when you hear a click and the vibrator starts buzzing inside you. The vibrations were mellow, yet steady paced and drawling your body into a state of frenzy. You gasp and pull back from the kiss, reading the teasing smirk on Jongho's lips.

"This is just the beginning," he states, "well, we ought to leave now."

You crawl out of his lap and get into the passenger's seat, crossing your legs over to contain the vibrations and your wetness to seep out from your panties. You would definitely not like to ruin the leather seats.

"You're insane," you mumble under your breath, too bothered by the vibrations buzzing in your body and buckle yourself in while he does the same.

"Not quite," he adds, igniting the engine and revving it up, "you haven't witnessed the extremities of my insanity yet."

You suppress a moan and gander at him, eyes teary from the pleasure. He shrugs and drives out of the parking lot. The drive to the university is smooth and somber, Jongho blasted some soft euphoniums and a little bit something from the classical genre. His playlist was surprisingly good, but all you could focus on was the vibrator bustling in you and driving you closer to your edge. Though, you know better than to release your pent up tension in one go. You had to hold it in. Your life depended on it.

Jongho parks the car in the parking lot specifically meant for the fair; he kills the engine and draws his keys out before getting out first and then helping you. Your feet touch the ground and all that's been contained in your panties starts slipping out, trickling down your inner thighs. You didn't think you'd get so wet, never from the vibrator at least. This was torture. In fact, the slow vibrations were starting to feel more painful than pleasurable; you wanted him to speed it up, release you from your misery.

The fair was conducted on the large campus ground, which before was considered barren and dead; the lights, the haze and the peeks of the giant ferris wheel were all too exciting for you. As the two of you begin walking together, side by side, your hands interlaced, Jongho reads your mind. More likely, he reads the troubled lines on your forehead and the way your lips were twisted and trapped between your teeth.

"You're not cumming unless I say so," he states, leaning over to whisper it in your ear. "Hold it in."

You were definitely going to go crazy by the end of the night; more so than before because you had just caught a glimpse of him slipping his hand into the pocket of his pants. He was fiddling with the remote, aching to speed it up. The walk to the entrance of the fair from the parking lot was quite troublesome than you had anticipated. You were constantly met with passing students and others; however, the public was mostly limited to the university students. They had their eyes on you. And the fright of being discernible and perceivable was slowly creeping up your spine.

Jongho doesn't seem fazed by the situation, he drags you further into the crowds, the random stalls of neon and bright lights, and the detrimental chatters of the passersby. Many people occupied in the game stalls hooted and cheered, while some couples had found themselves an empty and dark alleyway to make out and carry out other physical activities. You could sense the scent of sex and sweat in the air, not too surprised because these things were pretty common in your university.

On either side of the gravelled pathway, there were countless stalls and tents of various games and playthings. Some stalls were selling antique and handcrafted items, while some were live artistic corners. The bright and broad fairy lights overhead and randomly situated lamps, were the only light sources for the beguiling night of moonless sky. Not exactly moonless for the moon to hide behind the clouds. Even when surrounded by the buzz of people, you hear a click and the vibrations in your cunt pick up their pace by a notch. You mewl, and gasp at the unprecedented change.

"Fuck, Jongho," you mumble, looking at him with blurry vision.

He muses, "what is it, dear? Do you need anything? Maybe something to drink, water, or anything else?"

His teasing sense of self was far more wretched than the situation you were put in. You swallow thickly and your eyes fall on a stall behind him; win a bear stall. The colourful and cuddly teddy bears lined along the top and some strewn below. Though your main focus was fixed on the pyramidal stacks of cups on a long bench and a play-gun rifle in the attendee's hand.

"What is it?" he mumbles and turns on his heels to trace your gaze to the stall. "Oh, that looks fun. Which one do you want? Come on..."

In a blink, he's dragging you by your hand toward the stall, keeping you close to him as you stand across the counter with the attendee offering you a small smile. There's an underlying confusion about how you were able to keep up with his fast feet, because in a sense your body was shuddering to the immense jolts of vibrations coming from between your legs. Your spine tingled in all odd ways, and as the night air chilled your bones, there was no way you could hold onto your urge to come undone.

"The pink one?" he asks, "or the brown one? Oh, the brown one looks classic and seems more cuddly."

Your lips form a soft pout as you glance up to look at the teddy bears hanging up on sort of clothesline. "You know what, the brown one resembles you."

"Ah, it really does, doesn't it?" he laughs out, fishing out a ten dollar bill. "I'll win it for you."

With a confident wink, he grabs the gun from the attendee and gets in stance. He places the rifle's butt over his shoulder—one of his hands slips under the forestock and the other one gently wraps around the trigger. The toy gun is already loaded with three pellets, each turn giving you three chances to hit and collapse the cups stacked. Jongho squints one of his eyes to get precision and pulls the trigger—he misses his first shot.

"Dang it!" he hisses, glancing over at you and offering you a light shrug of his shoulders. "I'll get the next one."

"I don't doubt that," you smirk, folding your hands over your chest and resisting the very urge to squeeze your legs together.

It was uncontrollable, the knot would soon form in your lower abdomen and strain your gut; this was torture in a cruel way, and Jongho was glad he was getting the worst out of you.

"Alright."

He misses his second shot too, forcing you to press on a chuckle because of course you didn't want to belittle him; either way, he wasn't brought down by your presence. Not dwelling for long on it, he aims again and shoots.

He misses the third time too.

"Again," he sneers at the attendee and flicks a ten-dollar bill at him.

This attempt leaves you and him a little hopeful; he hit two shots out of the three, both aimed at the lower ones. Only one cup stands, and that defeats the purpose of everything. Jongho continues to prolong his attempts, overall spending more than eighty dollars on it. During his last attempt, he gets in stance with his unwavering confidence and aims. This time, he topples down all the cups and gives you a haughty smile; the curve of his lips is satisfying for both of you, because for the time being he played, you were dying with the rough droning of the vibrator.

The attendee hands you the brown teddy bear you had been eying from the beginning; you hold it in your arms, hugging it close to your chest. It was warm, cuddly and cosy, just as you picture Jongho to be. You bury your face in the back of the teddy's head and sniff, it had a whiff of murk and a bit of dust. Jongho observes you closely and keenly, he wonders your purpose behind sniffing it; though, you know you would convince him to cuddle the bear so that it smells just like him, the scent you found weirdly alluring and pleasant. Jongho had a fine scent to him, more refined and sophisticated—a tinge of lavender with woody undertones. A lavish perfume indeed.

"You like it?" he questions you, stuffing both of his hands in his pockets.

"Hmhm, I love it, to be exact." You assure him with a smile, yet you were concerned and predicting whether he was fidgeting with the remote in his pocket or not.

"Would you like to eat something?" he adds, intertwining your hands. "I think I saw a stall selling corn dogs over there."

"Fried food would just cause me bloating," you whisper, unable to contain yourself while walking with him.

The pressure building between your legs was too much to dither any of his words or even your so-called cravings. You weren't exactly hungry, and while you're about to purport your theory of not wanting to eat anything, your eyes catch a glimpse of two men near a lamppost. Jongho's and your pace of stroll wasn't as fast as it'd be compared to being remarkable; you were blending with the crowd perfectly fine for the two others to notice you amidst the waves of it.

Yunho and Mingi, both tall giants were standing under a lamppost; Yunho's lips clasped a cigarette, its tip inflamed red while dusty white smoke levitates in air. You're keen on generalising them, noting how closely they stood to each other—moreover, they were sharing a blunt. You did not take them to be smokers, definitely not. Nonetheless, finding out an oddment about them doesn't make them any different in your eyes.

You catch yourself staring at them, having no ill intentions whatsoever, regardless you couldn't tear your eyes off them. There was something so ministerially ambiguous about them that you wanted to stare at them as long as you could. Jongho had not figured out where your gaze was, rather, he, himself was busy looking around to find some food stalls.

"Are they...?" you mumble, posing an outward question to Jongho.

He turns his head, "what did you say?" his eyes must've fallen over the two men you had been ogling for a while now. "Yunho and Mingi...? Right, they said they'd be here too."

"All by themselves?" you retort, crooning your neck to fixate yourself on Jongho's silhouette.

"Not exactly, I'm not sure about Yunho but Mingi has a girlfriend. So, it's probably both of them," Jongho mutters, staring back at you, "why do you think he isn't allied to our proposition?"

"Well for starters, he despises me. And also he considers me a whore."

Jongho chuckles, "not exactly. Look, his unresolved resentment towards you is his deal, to be fair. I don't have a say on that part. To the contrary of what you've already stipulated, Mingi does have a girlfriend."

He shrugs, "they're on and off a lot, awfully lot. The persistent back and forth is annoying. Trust me, you don't want to be on either side of it. I speak from experience."

"How does his relationship dynamic affect you, or as a matter of fact, any of you?" you raise another question.

"Hmm," he hums for a second, "I'll put it in a much better context. When they're away from each other, Mingi is a mess. When they're together, Mingi is still a mess."

"I shouldn't be pointing a finger at his relationship when mines pretty nonexistent. But, at times, Mingi's outbursts have been a little too personal to handle." He continues, "hence, they both push and pull till they're breaking each other apart."

"I suppose, it paints a picture in my mind with the context you're describing," you shrug, "Though, don't you think they're both toxic for each other?"

"A lot," he adds, "I'm not going to pretend I don't see it; alas, It's not my place to pass a judgment or say anything about them."

"Why not?"

"Because he doesn't like it," he laces your hands with his and pulls you into a different lane leading down to the humongous ferris wheel.

The strings of fairy lights overhead were endearing for their warmth and light. Although, taking a detour forced you to hold a last and longing glimpse of Yunho and Mingi; both who were waiting, sharing a blunt, dressed in jackets. Mingi had a denim jacket overlayed on his outfit, it leant more toward the causal point with baggy jeans and a fitting graphic tee. Where as Yunho wore a leather jacket, snug around his shoulders and chest and underneath was a red button shirt—with practically most of the buttons ripped open to expose his chest—and black pants. His faded blue hair glimmered under the light of the lamp, while Mingi's hair showed prominent streaks of gold amidst the pitch black. The fumes of the cigarette disappear once Yunho stubs it onto the stalk of the lamppost and flicks on the ground.

"What, are they...?" you halt in your steps, not because of the question you posed but rather because of what you had seen.

Turning a corner hadn't completely denied you of the other two's presence, they were still there in your vision line, both talking in themselves and grinning. You, however, had the worst of your curiosity pique your attention when you saw two women approaching them. A brunette, in her own haste, wrapped her arms around Mingi's neck and pulled him in for a kiss; whereas a red haired and much shorter to Yunho, hugged his chest and pressed a kiss to cheek, all while being on her tippy toes for him.

You could hear the sound of your heart shattering in your chest. Particular moments were blurring against you, but Jongho's voice was much soothing than the reveries you were threading along.

"Pay them little to no mind, Angel, please," he whispers, letting out a sigh then and thumbing a button on the remote in his pocket.

You were benumbed by what you had to witness prior, not noticing how dismally the vibrations had halted in your stead. One of Jongho's arms slides around your waist, while other traces small, easing, and gentle circles on your shoulder.

"I did not expect that," you swallow thickly, glancing at Jongho as your grip on the teddy bear grows tighter. "Well, I'm not even sure what I was expecting from him."

"Ange, it's—you don't have to keep expectations from either of us," Jongho sighs, "agreed, we all proposed an amoral bargain to you, and that's where it's at. It'll always be just that. If you're hopeful for something more with any of them, then you might be wrong. They're not wired that way."

"I can't say it on behalf of the others, and I don't care about them, as long as I get to love you."

"You—Jongho, what are you saying..." you shake your head in disbelief, wanting him to say something to justify himself but he doesn't give you an answer.

Rather, he's dragging you down the gravelled lane and you're trying to keep your steps in line with him; the stalls, the people, the unseeming chatters, zoom past you in a strange way. You're anticipating again, though there's nothing much left to when he brings you to the ferris wheel. You're protesting against it—you were terrified of heights.

"Jongho, I don't do well with heights..."

"You'll be fine, I'm here with you."

Your whines were in vain, because he's already buying tickets for the two of you; standing in the queue, you were still fixated on what you had seen. Was she, his girlfriend? Or someone he was seeking out as a significant other because you were only there for his sexual pleasure? Was he tired of you already? What was his deal?

"Angel?" you flinch when Jongho's warm hand cups your face, "I told you to not think about it."

"I'm trying not to," you lie.

And it shows he doesn't believe you. "I—just come with me."

Not much time passes till you and him are seated in a car, both sitting next to each other. The teddy bear is propped on your lap, holding close to your chest while you squint your eyes tight and rest your head onto its own. You were terrified of heights, and certainly did not like it when the wheel started moving, levitating you higher off the ground. Jongho's hand was intertwined with yours, and his other arm had been snaked around your shoulder to pull your body close to his chest. Your feet trembled, even without seeing how high you had been placed now; Jongho warmth was a constant however, alleviating the alarming thrill of being so high up in the air.

"When I first met you," he begins, causing you to raise your head and look at him. "I was beguiled by your presence, everything about you was just so damn charming and there I was, a basic man with a much basic aesthetic." He pauses for a second, leaning into rest his forehead over yours, "I was eager to be your friend and I know I had to take it slow because anything could scare you off. At least I thought so."

He takes a deep breath, "I've always considered you as the beautiful little butterfly I would chase around when I was a kid. It would never come to me. And the more I chased, the further it flew away. Never in my grasp. Later on I realised, I had to be patient and gentle with it. I had to let it know that I'm not going to harm it."

You couldn't help but smile, knowing how well he had distracted you from looking down, or even thinking about Yunho's ordeal.

"I could never hold the butterfly in the palm of my hand, and I probably didn't want to. You're that butterfly I keep running after and I know it too I can't keep you tied to me," he continues in a mere whisper, "look, it's beyond my control to tell others how they want to treat you. But, know that I'm not going to sit around and watch them manipulate you for their own gain. I'll always be here for you." His breath drawls and he steers his eyes off of you for a mere second, only for a second, and continues, "and if you feel betrayed by Yunho, then tell him, make it known. He likes women who are straightforward. So, give it to him straight. Though, there's no way in hell you're beating yourself up over that dickhead's actions."

"Okay?"

It almost makes you chuckle, his nonchalant way of bringing your spirits up; and not just that, he's sneaky enough to get his hand toying with the remote in his pocket. You take a deep, not knowing of his stealthy little trickery, and gradually brave yourself to look around. The view from the top was absolutely breathtaking, the citylights, the atmosphere, the distant details of your own university—everything was perfectly scenic. You're enjoying the view in itself, till you feel a familiar buzzing resound from between hour legs. Jongho's lips curve to a knowing smirk, delicate however playfully cruel.

"You...!" you squirm and clasp your lips tighter; with your fleet movement the capsule is sent in some motion as well. Leaping sideways, you hold onto Jongho's arm, constraining yourself closer to him.

He isn't surprised, moreover, he's revelling in your bodily shudders and quivers. It's almost impossible for him to control his untamed desire any longer, he needs you and he needs you now. Though, considering you're high in the sky, he probably won't do anything that's too brute or moronic. Instead, he finds you gazing up at him, tears coating your eyes and making them glassy; you nibbled on your lower and dared not to look away from him, for your own sake.

The vibrations were sending you to a place of pleasure, and pain; because of how constant and intense the buzz was, it was painfully obvious that it wasn't enough to make you cum. However, it was adequately diverting you closer to your edge. In a sense, you were on fence, with one side having the comfort of your post-orgasm, and other the torment of overstimulating yourself.

You wind up holding the teddy closer to your chest, eyes fluttering in an immense craving to feel his lips on his. And as if on cue, as if he had read your mind, he dives in. The mere contact at first is similar to a brush of feather, and then all hell breaks loose. He's pushing his lips further into yours, cupping your face with both of his hands to keep you fixed in a place while he deepens the kiss. Pure lust. All his desires were coming true, and mind you not, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

A rumbling grunt is stuck in his chest and he forces his tongue into your mouth without any warning. The warmth of his tongue engulfs your own in a sloppy and wet mess, his hot breath fanning your cheeks and heating them up even more so—because he had just started to shove his tongue down your throat. You're agonisingly caught in a dilemma, one being so wretched and deep; what were you supposed to focus on, the buzzing in your cunt, the heat of his tongue proclaiming yours, or the wetness seeping out into your panties? Although, the most recent thought would be exempted from the list pleasure and put in a list of worries.

Suffocation stings your lungs and you pull back to take a deep breath in, lips wet, tongue abused by his own, and your heart palpitating in your confined chest. You're fucked, so fucked. All you could think of was how much longer would it take for you to writhe under him, in pleasure.

"Fuck, I need you, Jongho. I need you bad," you mumble, and lurch your head into his; the kiss resumes, heated, hot, passionate and painful with his canines sinking in your bottom lip.

"I don't think I can wait till I get back home," he murmurs against your lips and slides his hands down from your face.

"Then maybe we shouldn't."

Did that wreck his mind. But to put you in more discomfort, you were on a ferris wheel which rotated at a turtle's pace. The wait would have to be longer.

They say, good things come to those who wait. And you two had been waiting for this; the moment the ferris wheel hit the bottom, you were dragged out by Jongho, hand snug in yours. Somehow, you managed to have a hold on the teddy bear and his hand, a little muddled but equally excited to what he has planned. Sprinting down the same lanes and paths, he brings you to the parking lot—impatiently, he pulls you to his car and unlocks it to open the passenger's door.

"Jongho!" you gasp as he pushes you inside and haphazardly tries to strap you in.

"I'm sorry, I can't hold it in anymore, you know it too."

To help him, you do pull the strap over your head and click it in; Jongho rushes to the driver's side, he settles in and doesn't bother putting on his seatbelt. He revs up the engine and presses hard on gas. You're out of the parking lot in a blink of an eye, watching the scenery run you by. Still squirming and sobbing from the burning sensation in your lower abdomen, you bite down harshly on your lip. You were done for. So done for. You didn't care about anything but Jongho. You wanted him to break you in half, just the way he would break his breakfast apples in half. However, that seemed unlikely and quite cringe even to yourself.

The moments are dithered to nothing when you're thrown into the motion of the car stopping; he had hit the brakes all too sudden for you to catch yourself. When the daze subsides to your fully aware conscious, you find yourself amid an abandoned road, covered by trees and nothingness. It wasn't too stupefying to realise this road ran past behind your university, and hardly anyone ever took this route to get anywhere at all. The darkness surrounding both of you is sublime, and the nifty breezes of the night are drifting along the clouds to reveal a crescent moon stuck in the sky.

Without any hint of awareness, Jongho is out of his seat and is rushing to snatch you out as well. His grip on your forearm tightens and leaves behind a bruise as he pulls you into his body; the door closes behind you with a loud bang and he drags you to the back of the car. You stumble with his fast paced steps, slipping on the gravel underneath. But that's not your main concern; you're worried about Jongho's intentions when he pulls the rear cargo door open and pushes you inside. The backseat had been folded over to create more space in the back—he velvety surface under you was comforting and soft on your skin when you lay yourself down, propping your upper body up on your elbows to look at him.

Jongho grits his teeth, tugging the coat off of his shoulders and flings it next to you. "Never thought I'd indulge in this sort of thing, in nature too."

You nod your head vigorously, "yes—yes, I understand, now—please—please get it out of me. I need you."

The night air cuts through your skin, you spread your legs apart to show him the mess you were down there. He was not astonished to find your panties all slick and wet, rather, he had pictured what you'd be like to the inflicted stimulation; and what he had pictured in his mind, made his cock strain in his pants.

"Patience, honeybun," he coos, fishing out the remote from his pocket. He keeps it in his hand, while he rolls the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. "What's the rush? We'll just ruin this beautiful night."

Click!

And your mouth falls open slack to the budding tension between your thighs; he had upped the setting to its highest, and the vibrator was moving impeccably fast inside you. Your body shudders and goes limp for a hot second before you clasp your eyes shut and fist your hands. The burning sensation in the pit of your stomach crawls up your spine and makes you squeal. You're done for, a few more minutes and you'd know how intensely the knot would untie.

"Hmm, quite the response I was hoping for," Jongho mutters under his breath, a teasing smirk curving his lips as he takes a step closer to you. "Your body is so intriguing and beautiful, Ange," he adds, "you are wildly intriguing. And I must say, it's going to be a joyride unravelling you."

You mumble in your broken state of mind, wanting nothing but him to give you the sense of relief you've been craving for. "Jon—Jongho, please, just, can you—will you please just—fuck, you're fucking a jerk."

"Uh-huh, got a foul mouth on you, do you?" he clicks his tongue, ghosting his touch along your arms to cup your face, "well guess what? Some other time, if you curse at me like that, you'll be getting the worst end of me."

"But for now, I'm going to let it slide."

He leans in to capture your lips with his, hungry, devouring with a fervent want for you. It was all too evident in the haste he carried in his actions; his hands were slipping from your face, tracing down to wrap them around your waist. Meanwhile, his tongue had already slithered past your lips, wetting your skin along the way. You don't care for the tongue, or the way his teeth were nibbling down on your lower lip, all you could focus on was the maddening purr of the vibrator stuck deep in your cunt. The way your flesh was sizzling because of the heat and daze of your orgasm reaching you, there was no way you could hold it in any longer.

Though, Jongho had other plans for you. His lips, entangled in yours, gradually trail down your jawline and neck, searing kisses and leaving behind deep suckles to bruise. You gasp, moan, whimper—you were on ninth cloud under his touch and had no clue how to voice your pleasure. Regardless, the whispering moans, and the voiceless groans, were a clear indication to Jongho that he had you where he had wanted you all along. Desperation had no bounds for you, rather, you did not understand what to anticipate anymore.

Too engrossed in alleviating the tension in the pit of your stomach, you growl and wrap your arms around his shoulders. The tighter you held on to him, the more relaxed you felt. Although, that might be an understatement since the vibrator had now started sending painful tremors throughout your body. You throw your head back, and angle it in such a way as for him to get better approach to sucking purple bruises on your skin. He doesn't waste any time in biting and licking your flesh, creating a myriad of hickeys down your neck and throat; you certainly did not expect Jongho to bruise or mark you like this.

He pulls back only a little, for the fraction of the minute to lower the setting on the vibrator. While he rummages his hands back onto you, tugging the hem of your dress up till your waist; his hands roam again, first cupping your tits through the dress and then pulling down on its neckline to tear it off. You gasp, hearing the sound of your dress being torn to shreds. Jongho suppresses a chuckle, he was in awe at how beautiful your chest was, and how full his hands were as they groped your tits.

"One day I'll be fucking these tits," he murmurs, out of breath, pinching your nipples through the cups of your bra. "But today, we ought to ruin your tight little cunt."

"Jongho—yes, please," you mewl in utmost desperation, wrapping your legs around his waist and bucking your hips to feel something of his crotch. "Ruin—ruin me, please. I want you to—I want you to fuck me dumb."

You don't know how you were able to string those words along, but you knew how urgently you wanted to feel full by his cock. The torment of delay in your release was slowly creeping up your spine and going right to your head. You were rendered senseless, and brainless, because the only thing on your mind was his cock which would soon thrust in and out of you.

Jongho is sly with his hands, he winds a hand around your back and unclasps your bra, swiftly letting it fall down; the tattered pieces of your dress flutter against the night air, chilling your skin and spine. But the miserable vibrations were still dragging out your release and the dire need to feel his cock in you. While you're in your head, thinking about him, the warmth of Jongho's hands engulfs your chest. His hands grope and knead your tits, thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples to over-stimulate you. The pleasure in between your legs and on your chest was soon turning into pain, anguish, torture.

"Alright alright," Jongho lets out a small laugh, sensing you heat up and shudder uncontrollably, "I'll grace you with my cock, that's what you want right—to be fucked dumb by me, and my cock?"

You nod your head, not caring about anything else in the world. Jongho couldn't really suppress his amusement and admiration for you; in a haste of his own excitement, he picks you up and settles down in the back himself. You're straddling his laps, eyes squinted tight and tears staining your cheeks. His hands were toying with your taut nipples, pinching them—bruising them a little red.

"You can ride my cock, can't you?" he smugly questions you, hands dragging down to either side of your waist.

To respond to him, you nod your head again and you receive a hot and hard slap to your tits.

"Words."

His grunt makes you snap your eyes open; more tears rush down your cheeks, but you didn't care as long as you were staring into his deep brown eyes. They were dark, intimidating, dominating—you quickly swallow and take a deep breath.

"I will—I want to ride your cock," you somehow stutter, but keep your gaze locked on him.

"Good girl," he praises you, sliding his hands under your dress to pull the panties off.

Rather, he doesn't pull them off at all. He holds at the flimsy and delicate straps of your panties and snaps them in two; the remaining fabric slips out of dress and falls onto the ground. You pout, when the realisation of him fully dressed comes to your mind. In a sudden moment, you fumble your hands to unbutton his shirt. Jongho titters softly before pushing your hands away and then tracing his along your thighs. He pushes the remnant of your dress, which apparently was only clinging on your lower half because of how ruthlessly he had ripped off the top and rubs a forefinger along your slit. He's glad to find your dripping wet, your slick coating his finger in beautiful sheer shade.

He pulls back his hand and lets the other rest on your waist. "Fuck, you really love to be teased, don't you? It makes you wet, right—when we fucking rile you, play with you and..." he pauses to let out a deep chuckle, "I can't fucking believe how wet you are right now, mewling for my cock—such a pretty little thing, my pretty little slut wanting to take my cock in."

His words were...provoking. They were fueling the want even more, and you know you couldn't control yourself any longer.

"Jongho, I'm so close. I'm really—fuck—I'm really fucking close." You are on the verge of crying, your voice breaking till it reaches him.

"Oh, hun. You're not going to cum until I say so," he says, whirring his words with a little satire. "And dare if you do..."

He trails, merely whispering as he quickly unbuckles his belt and then pulls the zipper down; while he's tugging on his pants, you start grinding on his crotch, wanting to feel more of his erection. You do feel his cock through his briefs, however for a short while as he wastes no time in pulling them down as well and letting his cock free from the confines. Glancing through your half-closed eyes, you watch his cock spring up and rest on lower abdomen; the tip adorns an alluring shade of red, glimmering with bits of precum and the veins on the shaft bulge out. He was girthy. As compared to Yunho and Seonghwa, he was a little smaller, but the girth compensated for it. The thought of your cunt being stretched around his cock brings butterflies in your stomach and you leak out even more, not forgetting about the vibrations either.

"Click a picture, hun. It'll last longer," he teases in a calm tone, "or maybe I should send you one."

You softly mumble something incoherent in your mind and nod your head without even realising what it was for. Jongho's hands slip down to your waist to stable your body before bucking his hips into yours. His girthy cock grinds onto your slit, the tip hitting your clit every time he rocked his hips up. You were driven into a frenzy from the heat of his cock rubbing on you and the buzzing of the vibrator inching you close to your orgasm. Though, Jongho toys with the remote again, after having fished it out from his pocket, and the setting lowers down a notch.

The silly pace of his cock grinding onto you makes you wrap your arms around his shoulders; you hold yourself in one place as Jongho buries his head in the crook of your neck. He leaves behind another couple of hickeys down your neck, and bites down on the ones he had already marked before. The wetness, the warmth, the touch of his tongue on your skin is all too much, in addition to the little endeavour he had taken on below. One of his hands slithers down to your thighs, gradually dragging closer to your cunt. He hooks his finger into the ring of vibrator hanging out to hold it place, while he nudges you with a bite on your neck.

"...just a minute, hun," he says, out of breath, palming the underside of your thighs to prop you up on your knees for a meagre moment. "Can you take it in?"

He questions you slyly, smoothening his thumbs on your skin to calm you down. You were taken aback by the question posed, rather than replying to him, you start sinking lower into his crotch. Carefully and gently, he aligns the tip of his cock with your cunt as you hold onto his shoulders to get much needed leverage.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..."

You're chanting breathlessly, feeling his cock stretch out your walls, and not only that, but the numbing vibrations from the vibrator were sending you into a sensory overdrive. The dilemma was off putting, not knowing how the vibrator and his cock were fitting inside your tiny cunt. To be fair, it was a minuscule device which fit snug inside, continuing to vibrate its way to your long awaited and a very painful orgasm. Jongho's hands crawl up to cup your butt for a second then delicately graze past to the small of your back to help your body against his.

"Fuck—just—just swallowing me in like that...?" he taunts, "no wonder—ah hell!" he grunts under his breath as he bottoms out in you, filling you up with his length and girth; mostly his girth. Chuckling softly, he murmurs, "haha, no wonder the guys are and were so eager to fuck you. Honestly—fucking hell—honestly, this was worth the wait."

You mewl, "Jongho—can't—can't take it—fuck, I don't think I can—"

"Oh, hun. You'll have to hold out. I can't have you ruining my—fuck."

You're resting your head on his shoulder, arms moving down to entwine around his chest; he bucks his hips into yours, letting his cock plunge into you as he feels your walls tighten around him. He knew he wouldn't last too long with you clenching him out. So, he rather gets to it without wasting much time. A moan shatters your lungs when he picks up his pace. Even you start grinding your hips onto his, rolling them in eights to intensify the pleasure. The mellow vibrations of the vibrator were merely any distraction now, especially since it was stimulating both of you.

The whimper you had trapped in the back of your throat comes rushing out—you hadn't realised how full you'd be till now, considering Jongho's cock pushed the vibrator further inside you with every long thrust. He kept his pace steady regardless wanting to ruin you completely. One of his arms slides up your back to rest on your neck, while the other drops down to your ass. The warmth of his fingertips skimming around your asscheeks.

You knew where it was headed but were too over your edge to realise it, not that you cared at this point. Breathing hard, you bury your face into his chest. Drool slips out of your open mouth every time you try to breathe out—it stains your chin and rolls down to soak his shirt. The urge to have nothing between the two of you was overwhelming, meaning the shirt had to go. Somehow, all while keeping the tempo of your hips straight, you fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eagerly pulling them apart. Your desperation was admirable to him, he even goes as far as to let out an amused chuckle before slapping your ass lightly.

"Want to see me without it?" he muses, "you should be honoured to see me like this, you know."

You nod your head and tug at the ends of his shirt, watching it slip off till his shoulders obstructed it entirely falling off. His chest was on full display, making you drool even more at the sight of his slightly chubby belly and fleshy chest. You could bury your face in between his pecs and nuzzle your nose deep into it; that's a newly found urge for you.

"Have a—you have a good—have a good body, Jongs." You stutter, trying to keep your rhythm in synch with his thrusts.

"Yeah, you think so?"

"Hmhm, it's cute—really fucking cute—I love—I love a little squish."

A small breathless titter crosses his lips and lets a smile stay behind. Jongho's brows contort together, eyes closing; he had been tipped off the edge, only so slightly to urge himself to speed it up. The rhythm of your hips falters to the budding tension in your gut, while Jongho's thrusts pick up their pace and become more pronounced than before. Moans slip into the heated air between you two, mouths merely apart from each other. You had the urge to bite down on his plump lips, turn them a prominent shade of crimson but your thoughts are cut off by him when his finger protrudes into your other hole.

Your lungs crumple with a gasp, wanting to breathe again to ease out the stretch of your virgin hole; it was unlikely how comfortably his finger was slipping in, considering you had never been penetrated or done anything involving it.

"Jongho—Jongho, a little—a little faster, please," you mutter under your breath, feeling a little restless and overwhelmed by the pleasure washing over your body.

He chortles, heavy from the exertion, "desperate to cum, are we? Let's—let's grant you your wishes then."

Huffing out a breath, you nod your head in a daze while his cock plunges deep into you, although you were mostly losing yourself to the way his cock stretched you out and his finger playing with your hole. He lets his finger curl inside, pushing on the delicate wall of flesh between both of your holes; you were trembling with the urge to just come undone, having ceased your movements altogether. You let him do the work, let him buck his hips into yours. Your cunt swelled up to the tip of his cock pushing deeper, while his finger continued to press forward, confining his cock to your cervix, while it slid in and out. The way he had gotten you to tighten around him was clearly bringing his own high to the play.

"I'm going to—I'm so close, Jongs," you moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and burying your face into his chest. You were indeed close, feeling the burning sensation consume the pit of your stomach before straining one last time.

His half-lidded eyes fixate down on you, on how your lips were trapped under your teeth and how your eyes were squinted tight—he knew your orgasm was only a thrust away. Fumbling around to hold your waist with his free hand, he ruts his cock into you, letting it plunge a little further than before. You clench around him, urging to milk his cum out while he was buried so deep inside you. It takes for one drawling thrust of his to make you come undone, the knot appeasing itself in your gut while your juices dribble down and make a splash.

"Fuck, baby—you just—you just made a big mess on my cock."

Jongho suppresses an amused chuckle, noticing how your body quivered in his hold while he continued with his thrusts. You could feel him pulsate, sending tremors to your spine and mind; he throbs immensely as he moves, rocking his hips at an untamed pace to chase his high. Your clenching cunt was enough to tip him off, but the way he was playing with both of your holes and using the other to tauten your walls even better, made him curse out in a mere whisper before spilling himself into you, his cock twitching uncontrollably, still buried in you. The lurching waves of his orgasm get caught in your velvet walls, his warmth fills you up and while some leaks down your slick thighs, he empties himself completely into you.

"That..." he trails off, nudging your arm to pull you back, "everything's okay, right?"

You nod, arching your back to feel his limp cock and his finger sliding out of you. "I'm fine—but this—holy fuck, we—we should've done this sooner, don't you think?"

"You're telling me?" he scoffs, tangling his hands around your waist and letting them rest on the small of your back. "No wonder we had so much sexual tension trapped between us. The wait was worth it."

In the cold night breeze, you heave out a warm breath and peck his lips, giggling softly. "Indeed it was."

You're both breathless for a moment, arrested in each other's embrace to even feel the cold night air nipping at your bare skin. Jongho helps you crawl out of his lap and then, proceeds to lay you down, propping you up against the folded seats. Carefully, and gently, he pulls out the vibrator and flings it to a side; he then cleans you up, roughly with his handkerchief and drapes your body with his long coat. He promises to clean you up properly when the two of you get back home and you hold it against him.

Having a dizzy smile on your face the whole ride back to the apartment, you couldn't help yourself but ponder on the meagre feelings you felt towards Jongho. The untimely yet expected emotions bubbled under your skin because you had always wanted to be somebody to him. Jongho may not have a keen interest in expressing himself well, but he does it for you, he becomes a little more vocal when he's around you and takes pride in his kinks and desires. He knows what he wants from you and you know what you want from him; the two of you were strung together in a web of affection, perhaps even love.

In mere an hour, you find yourself in the apartment, in the darkened vestibule leading to the living room, muffling your feet against the floor till you're in the kitchen. There's no one lurking around, no sounds reverberate either, making you assume that everyone had fallen asleep. Though, it's the not same when Jongho closes the door behind him, causing a thud to collapse the absolute silence of the house—he clicks his tongue before putting his car keys in their designated place and wandering off to the kitchen with you.

He hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, peeking over to observe your musings. The refrigerator was wide open, beams of light flooding out to fall on your faces—you were contemplating on picking out a snack; as usual, Seonghwa would keep a few containers of chopped fruits for you and the others, in case anyone had their hunger roiling their stomach in the middle of the night. You pick out a container consisting of chopped melon, and Jongho groans softly near your ear. Rolling your eyes, you put the container back and instead pick out an other one containing neatly diced papaya and watermelon. You're about to turn around and leave, when another set of footsteps emerge into the kitchen, sounding from behind you.

You grasp onto the refrigerator door, realising it was Yunho, shirtless, walking towards one of the cabinet counters to pull out a drawer; he rummages thoroughly through it, searching for something whilst his foreboding conscience wasn't fazed by you two. Something crinkles in the sullen serenity, and your attention falls onto a glimmering, foil-like, square pinched in his fingers. You had a clear doubt about what it was—nothing else shines like that, and what else would he need in the middle of the night if not that?

But you were proved wrong when he tore off the crinkly packet and pulled out, what deemed like, a candy. He popped it in his mouth and turned on his heels to walk out, not before addressing something to you two.

"As I said in the morning, don't fucking spoil the kitchen, ya freaks."

With that he leaves and you roll your eyes, Jongho lets out an amused laugh instead. "Next time, maybe?"

"Sure."

Though you were smiling back at Jongho, you couldn't really comprehend how possessive and overly envious you were getting over Yunho, and today's suspicion casts you a different light to see him through. Besides, the way your arrangement had been made with these seven men, you were worried about getting hurt by either of them. Because you never really had any luck with relationships—or the unrequited type of love.

To your uncertainty, Jongho flips you over and pushes you against the refrigerator, closing the door in the process. He buries his head into your neck, and peppers your skin with soft kisses.

"Round two in the shower?" he poses you a question and you let out a soft moan, "uh, Jongho..."

"Aw, is my honeybun tired?" he coos, biting a good chunk of your flesh.

You weren't. You just weren't in the mood after seeing Yunho like that.

"Not really," you answer, sighing softly, "well, you better make it quick." You knew he was grinning ear to ear, tracing it along your skin as it widens.

"Don't think that's possible, but no promises."

And your lazy eyes catch the glimpse of the teddy bear he had won for you, giving you the sense of comfort before slipping into the memories of the night, the same which happened a few minutes ago. Jongho was definitely going to ruin you, however you wondered if there was ever going to be anything more to you and Yunho in this arrangement. You smile at Jongho and let your lips spell out,

"My crazy, sex starved bear."

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yeoyeos · 2 years

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Sounds and phrases they would make in bed [ateez]

warnings:name calling[princess,good girl,cockslut,sir,tiny,whore,fuck toy,daddy,little thing,captain,baby,slut,master]

lmk if I missed something

hongjoong -

soft groans in your ears while you're screaming istg. he has SO MUCH self control he'll just moan softly in your ears while whispering, i kid you not, WHISPERING INNCOENTLY the dirtiest shit you've ever heard making you go dumb

"aww can the little thing not take captain's cock? thought you were my good cockslut, what happened?"

seonghwa -

full on moaning for sure, i don't think he'll be able to hold anything back especially if it feels amazing, his hands speak for him by groping you everywhere but hwa gives so much praise, even degrading praises, while kissing you all over and fucking you like a maniac

"moan for me princess, that's it, now be a good girl and cum for me. don't forget to let everyone know who's fucking you like this too"

yunho -

i think he'd be silent as fuck. little groans here and there but other than that he's not making much noise. suck his dick tho and he's gone. full on pulling your hair and moaning loud as fuck

"shit tiny, just like that, take all of my cock want you to choke on it for me"

yeosang -

another one i think is quiet as fuck, makes more noise than yunho though. occasionally groans and whimpers a little bit but you'll hear nothing especially if he's hard domming you, he wants to hear you moan and focus on your pleasure alone but he talks a little just to see you unravel for him

"such a whore. bent over like a slut for master to fuck you dumb bet you like being treated like a fuck toy don't you?"

san -

ALL the noises. moaning, groaning, whimpering, dirty talk. he doesn't shut up but you LIVE for it. he likes to get dirty and messy and he'll remind you about it every chance he gets while he fucks you like a demon

"hear that baby? all our cum dripping out your pretty tight cunt, making daddy feel so good"

mingi -

begs and pleads and won't be able to keep anything in. maybe not the best at dirty talk but sometimes he'll let out the most back arching sounds and phrases that have you cumming on the spot weather he's domming or subbing (yes he's a switch fight me)

"look at your tits bouncing for sir, you look so pretty for me"

wooyoung -

tbh i think its just begging and pleading from wooyoung no matter what. another one who can't hold his sounds in, he'll stutter with everything he's trying to say but moans the loudest as he cumming

"fuck that feels s-so good, bounce yourself on my cock for me please please please"

jongho -

quiet hard dom mostly. if you ask for it he'll probably let out couple noises like groaning in your ear or telling you how good you're making him feel but i think he might beg for your cum like

"c'mon baby. i need to feel your sweet cum all around my cock, make daddy feel good baby"

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mingkismain · 1 year

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long time coming

mingi x fem!reader

word count: 5k

porn w/ plot, piv, jealousy sex if you squint, also size kink if you squint, dom/sub dynamic sorta, little bit of praising and degrading, choking

MDNI, smut under cut

**7;45p**

You only lived ten minutes away from the boys but you figured you would give yourself an extra five to get there in case there was traffic. Before you left your apartment you gave yourself a final once over in the hall mirror. You had decided to keep your outfit simple since you were only going to be hanging out at their house, little top big pants for tonight. And of course to cause a little commotion you had decided to go with one of your tighter fitting, low cut, tiny tops. You nodded to yourself and made sure you had your essentials—phone, wallet, keys, and the liquor you had promised them—and made your way to the car. You sent a text to San that you were on your way over and began the quick journey.

**8:00p**

You arrived exactly on time, happy that you had left the house a little earlier. For some reason you couldn’t shake the slight nerves. You thought it was weird you had these feelings tonight, considering you had hung out with these guys so many times before and never felt like this, must just be excitement you’re mistaking for anxiety.

You sighed to yourself and went to knock on the door, before your fist could make contact with the wood the door swung open to reveal Yunho.

“Oh my GOOOOOD here she is!” He swooped you up into a huge bear hug, allowing you to smell the liquor already in him.

“Hello Yunho! Seems like you got a head start,” you laughed as he nearly dropped you to the floor. All the commotion brought the other boys to the door. They all took their turns saying hello and giving you hugs. Mingi was one of the first members aside from Yunho to come give you a hug. When you saw him come towards you you took a slightly deeper breath in. He looked good tonight, and from the once over he gave you and your figure, he thought you looked good too. Once he closed in on you and gave you a hug hello, lifting you off your feet for a second, you felt some sort of new feeling. The gaze he held with you once you were back on your feet also gave you a little wave of butterflies, but it didn’t last long as another member swooped you up and away from him. But something inside of you was telling you he would be trouble tonight.

Once the welcomes were over you all made your way into the kitchen. On the way Hongjoong made conversation with you, draping his arm over your shoulders.

“So how have you been? How has your latest project been going?” He made his way to the mountain of liquor bottles and made himself a drink. You followed behind him and made a drink with the liquor you brought.

“It’s going really well! These drafts are hopefully getting their last round of edits, and after that we can get started!” Joong was referring to the film you had begun working on, the budgets had finally gotten approved and the last edits of the scripts were getting a [hopefully] last once-over before production began.

“That’s great! I’m really excited for you,” He leaned back against the kitchen counter, bracing himself on his arms. The way he was standing, his arms flexed in such a way you couldn’t help but stare, you only realized you were zoned out when he waved to get your attention again.

“You like what you see?” He pushed off his arms and moved closer to you, his chest nearly touching yours. You snapped back to the current moment and realized how close you two were now standing. You could have sworn he was about to lean in and try to kiss you but Yeosang and San came running into the kitchen yelling. The noise made Hongjoong take a few steps back, both of you now standing there with flushed cheeks.

“Everyone get in the kitchen we’re taking shots right now!” Yeosang rummaged through the cabinets while yelling for the rest of the boys to get in here. San joined him in the search for the shot glasses, pulling them out of the cabinet once he found them.

The boys all gathered around the kitchen island, everyone at different intoxication levels; Yunho being the most drunk, next being Yeosang and Seonghwa, San, Mingi and Wooyoung joining them, and Hongjoong, Jongho, and yourself trying to catch up. San poured the shots and distributed them around the kitchen island, he yelled at everyone to wait before they took their shots, as he wanted to say something first.

“All right listen! I want to make a little toast before we drink. Now I just want to say how much I appreciate all of you and I’m really happy we could all be here tonight,” He smiled and motioned for everyone to raise their glasses. “Now, let’s all get on the same level as Yunho and have a good time!” And with that everyone whooped and hollered as you all took your shots, Wooyoung and you sharing a grimace at how the liquor tasted. You and him running to the fridge to look for some sort of chaser.

“I usually don’t do shots, but when Yeosang tells you to, you just follow his orders,” Wooyoung reached over the fridge door to grab your drink out of your hand and steal a sip.

You nodded, “I mean how could you not listen to him when he looks like that? Yeosang could get me to do anything if he asked right.”

Wooyoung chuckled at your remark, as he leaned off the fridge door so you could shut it, San made his way over to you two, wrapping his arm around Wooyo’s waist.

“Hi San! Having a good time?” You stood up from the floor and leaned on the fridge.

He pulled Wooyoung closer to him, making him blush, “I definitely am, think I might have a few more drinks. I’m down to do another shot if you two are?”

Wooyo shook his head, “Look as long as it’s not the tequila that just had me and her running to the fridge, I’ll do it. But definitely no more tequila.”

You nodded in agreement with Wooyoung and San shrugged his shoulders, loosening his grip on Wooyo’s waist as he made his way to the liquor bottles. San pulled out some of the bottles, clinking them as he did so. Then he made his way to the fridge to grab more ingredients for whatever he could be making. Wooyoung and yourself watched as he worked his magic in front of you.

Once he was done he yelled for the boys to come back to the kitchen, you groaned as you realized what he had just made.

“That’s right! You two are going to do blowjob shots! No hands, just use your mouths!” San seemed so impressed with himself, the other boys started cheering and hollering. “Now, first one to get the shot down gets a slap on the ass.”

You cackled at the winners reward. You knew Wooyoung wouldn’t mind San slapping his ass, but you wanted someone else to slap your ass, and here he was making his way over to get a good look at what was going on.

Even though Mingi could clearly see over the other members, he still wanted to be front and center to watch you take this shot, you could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head, but you didn’t look at him just yet. As you stared forward, you heard San count down.

“3...2...1! Shots!”

Both you and Wooyoung had your hands behind your backs as you licked up the glasses to get to the shot. As you licked the whipped cream off the glass you looked up to see Mingi staring right at you, licking his lips as you two locked eyes for a moment.

You could get used to looking at him from this angle.

You looked back from him over to Wooyoung to see him struggling to get the glass into his mouth, you laughed as you were able to get the shot glass into your mouth with ease and down the shot quickly. The boys cheered as you took the shot glass out of your mouth. Wooyoung gave up and grabbed the shot glass with his hands, accepting defeat.

“Looks like we have a winner!” San cheered, “now as promised, winner gets a slap on the ass!”

Oh shit, you had forgotten that the ass slap was for the winner and not the loser. You laughed as San made his way over to you, hand already winding up. His hand came down with a pretty audible crack.

You yelped, “oh my god San did you have to be so rough with it!? Do you slap Wooyoung’s ass this hard?”

He laughed, “I slap his ass WAY harder than that! You got lucky.”

Wooyoung stood next to you cackling at San’s remark while Hongjoong grabbed some more liquor and poured another round of shots, you and Woo groaning at the thought of mixing even more liquor. Hongjoong filled up the shot glasses once again and passed them around the island. As you picked yours up you noticed the liquor was pink, you held it up to your nose and sniffed it, almost gagging at the all too familiar scent.

You groaned, “Pink Whitney???? Really Hongjoong? You’ve got to be kidding me, where did you even find this white girl shit anyways?”

He laughed, “I found it while we were on tour in America, I liked it so much I brought some home with me.”

You pulled a face, you couldn’t believe him and the others liked this stuff. I mean sure it wasn’t the worst, but too much could lead to some terrible decisions.

Anyways, Hongjoong counted down from three, then you all cheered as you took your shots, You and Wooyoung having to fight to keep yours down considering you two just did blowjob shots no later than five minutes ago.

You and the boys made your way into the living room where Yunho hooked his phone up to the speakers to put the music back on. He put on something booming with a heavy bass. By this point you could definitely feel the effects of the liquor taking over. You made your way over to the center and started dancing with Hongjoong, encouraging the other guys to come dance. Everyone made their way over, except Mingi. He watched from the couch, his eyes never leaving you, and with a little help from the alcohol in your system, you decided to give him a show.

You knew Mingi was attracted to you as much as you were to him, you had just never acted on it. Partly because you were so intimidated by him, and partly because you hadn’t realized up until recently when you two had shared a few too many moments that just couldn’t be written off as accidental.

You continued to dance with Hongjoong as Mingi kept his eyes on you. It started off innocent, just sharing a space, copying each other’s moves, then you started to close the space, getting close enough to make your chests brush against each other. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mingi shifting in his seat, looking like he was getting ready to stand up, you looked up at Hongjoong to see him staring down at you, although you weren’t sure it was a friendly stare. There was something in his eyes, but you just wrote it off as all the alcohol catching up to him and kept dancing.

After some time Seonghwa came in and stole you from Joong, spinning you around like you were in a ballroom. At one point he spun you into a dip and you let your head hang back. As you looked towards the ground you could see a long pair of legs making their way towards you, and you had about two guesses as to who could be approaching.

You hadn’t heard what Mingi said to Seonghwa but he gave you up as his dancing partner and you were now with Mingi. You were a little nervous as to what your actions had led up to, but you were also turned on by it, wondering what it could make him do.

Yunho had changed the music, it was still bass heavy, but it was a slower tempo. Mingi pulled you in closer to his chest and you two swayed to the music. At some point he leaned down so he could whisper into your ear, “You know, I know what you’re doing here. Making a scene, trying to get me jealous.”

You tilted your head back to try and reach his ear, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just here to have a good time with my friends.”

He huffed a laugh, “honey, you are going to get yourself in trouble. You’re playing a dangerous game here.”

“Who says I don’t wanna get in trouble?”

“Y’know, I definitely could have pinned you for having some sort of thing for that.”

You turned now to face him, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Mingi raised his eyebrows at you, instead of saying anything he spun you back around so your back was flush against his chest, you two dancing along to the beat.

You looked around the room and noticed San and WooYoung were still up dancing, borderline dry humping each other. You saw Seonghwa and Hongjoong sharing a joint on the couch, Yunho going to join them. You weren’t sure where Jongho had gone off to, might have passed out somewhere considering the time. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Yeosang in the kitchen, making another drink.

As the night continued into the late hours, you and him continued to sway in the living room, every so often he would kiss your neck and you would push your hips up against him to work him up. You two kept dancing until most of the others had gone off to bed. At some point Mingi couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and led you to his room, shutting the door behind you.

He spun you around so your back was against the door as he got closer to you, “like I said earlier, you’re playing a dangerous game tonight.” He closed you in with his arms above your head.

You tilted your head up so you could look into his eyes, “and like I said earlier tonight, who says I don’t want to get into trouble?”

He huffed, “c’mere pretty girl.”

He finally closed the distance between you two and kissed you. He brought his hands down to cup your cheeks, then continued to move them down until he reached your ass. He gave your ass a squeeze, encouraging you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. He didn’t stop kissing you as he made his way back to his bed, laying you down so he was on top of you. He spread your legs open with his knee and settled himself in between them. As he did this his hands started to wander again, moving from your ass to your hips, up to your breasts. He stopped kissing you and looked at you, “is it okay if I touch you?”

You took a second to catch your breath, “yes it’s okay, please touch me.”

With your approval he snaked his hands under your shirt, his large hands stretching out your top a little. He didn't stay at your breasts long enough, they were just a stopping point as his hands traveled further up your chest, eventually resting on your neck. He pulled back to look at your face as he experimented with the placement of his hands. You gave him a little nod and he started to tighten his grip on your throat. You instinctively placed your hands on his wrists as you gasped at the feeling, rolling your eyes back a little.

Mingi smirked as he came down to your ear, "who knew you'd like this? I haven't even touched you yet and I've already got you in the palm of my hand. Such a good slut for me."

You were so shocked by what he said you let out a little whimper, "more- Mingi I need more."

"Don't worry love, I'm just getting started with you."

He loosened his grip around your neck and moved to strip you of both of your clothes. Starting with both your shirt and his, then moving to remove your pants and panties. Leaving him in his pants and you fully naked.

He leaned back down to kiss you, slowly trailing from your lips down to your neck, stopping to bite and leave a mark or two. He then moved down to your breasts, kissing down your stomach, and finally to where you wanted him most.

When he was finally eye level with your core he kissed up your thighs, "you're so fucking beautiful, I'm going to absolutely ruin you."

Before you could react to what he had just said he licked a painfully slow strip up your pussy. You gasped and reached to tangle your fingers in his hair as he started to eat you out. You'd never felt a tongue as big as his on you, it felt like he could swallow you whole. He continued to lick and suck, focusing mostly on your clit, making your legs start to shake. He pulled back once he felt your legs closing in on his head, "such a good girl, taking my tongue so well. Let's see how well you take my fingers yeah?"

You looked down at him and nodded, silently pleading with him to give you what you wanted.

He put his thumb on your clit, lazily rubbing in circles, "no baby that's not gonna cut it, I need you to use your words."

You tightened the grip you had on his hair and whined, "Mingi baby please, use your fingers on me, I need you in me please."

He quickened his pace on your clit, getting just a little faster but not enough to bring you even close to your orgasm, "see? That wasn't so hard now was it? Now be a good slut for me and take what I give you."

The sounds that came out of you as he finally inserted his finger into you were damn near inhuman. Just his one finger in you felt like it was too much, he had you moaning uncontrollably and you were starting to get too loud. He brought his other hand back up to your throat and squeezed,

"Shh, can't let the others hear how whorelike you're being can we? Be a good slut for me and keep your voice down or you'll pay for it."

You'll pay for it?

Well how could you say no to that?

A wicked smile flashed across your face as he continued pumping his finger in and out of you, every few thrusts he would hit your g spot, you decided on one of those thrusts you would let out a rather loud, borderline pornographic moan. He tightened his grip on your throat again and came down to your ear, biting it before he whispered, "With what you just did I'm beginning to think you like the idea of being caught, huh? You want someone to come in and see how much of a little slut you're being for me."

He added another finger to you as he kept his hand around your throat, not grabbing at you anymore, but it was just resting there, reminding you to behave. With his added finger he quickened his pace, stretching you out and bringing you closer to your edge. His fingers felt like they were splitting you in half, you couldn't imagine what his dick would feel like, you moaned at the thought of him breaking you in half.

He moved his hand off of your throat and moved back down so he was facing your cunt, as he kept pumping his fingers he added his tongue to your clit, making you arch your back off the bed and grip his hair again. You were panting and shaking as he continued his relentless pace on you, feeling your orgasm sneaking up on you, you tugged on Mingi's hair, whimpering, "baby 'm getting close."

"Beg for it."

You tried to open your half-lidded eyes to look at him, "wha-"

He pumped his fingers in and out of you harder, "I said beg for it slut. Beg me to let you cum."

You could hardly form a thought and this man wanted you to beg? It took all the energy in you to give this man what he wanted, but you tugged at his hair and whimpered, "baby please let me cum, I've been so good for you, I need to cum please-"

He stopped sucking on your clit but continued to fuck his fingers into you as he looked at you, "you think you've been good enough for me? That's cute." He pulled his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss of sensation. He leaned back as he started to slip his pants and boxers off, cock finally free and in front of you. Your jaw almost fell onto the bed as you looked at him, he was huge, both thick and long. You were starting to think he really was going to break you in half tonight.

He crawled back ontop of you, guiding his cock to line up with your entrance, "You want this baby?"

You grabbed at his shoulders, practically clawing at him, "yes, please, please baby give it to me."

You both looked down to see him sliding into your cunt, stretching you out. Both of you moaning at how it felt.

Once he bottomed out he looked at you again, "you alright honey? Feel good?"

You nodded, "yes, please fuck me."

He propped himself up on his elbows and began to pound into you, his cock hitting everywhere you needed him to hit. He felt so big inside of you you were sure you'd feel it tomorrow and the day after.

The sounds of him fucking you and both of your moaning started to fill up the room, Mingi long forgetting what he had said about keeping quiet.

He leaned in to kiss you, "look at me baby, wanna see how good I'm making you feel."

You opened your eyes to look into his, you immediately felt another wave of arousal hit you, there was something about looking into his eyes as he drove into you that made it so much hotter. You reached your hand up to cup his cheek and pull him in for another kiss, he moaned your name as he pulled away from you.

"Wanna flip you over, fuck you from behind."

You nodded and pushed his shoulders a little so he would get the idea, pulling himself out and flipping you onto your stomach, lifting your hips up off the bed. He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust himself into you, totally bottoming out, not giving you any time to adjust to the new angle. You had to bury your face into the pillow to muffle the moans you were letting out. He roughly gripped onto your hips as he began to pound into you, fucking you into the mattress. He took his one hand off your hip to land a smack across your ass, you gasped at the feeling.

"Yeah, that feel better than the one San gave you earlier?" He landed another one and you let out a moan.

"Yeah baby that feels so good, do it again please." He indulged you and smacked your ass again, drawing another moan out of you.

With all of the stimulation Mingi was giving you, you could feel your orgasm sneaking up on you, panting and whimpering as you got closer.

"Mingi baby I'm getting close again, can I please cum this time please?" You turned your head so you weren't talking into the pillow, turning your head so you could catch a glimpse of his face. He looked so hot like this, brows furrowed tightly together, mouth slightly hung open, panting and moaning as he fucked you hard.

He reached down to pull you up by your hair, pressing your back into his chest while he continued to fuck you, "I think you've been a good little fucktoy for me. I think I'll let you cum this time."

You moaned as thank yous fell from your lips, his hand coming down to rub your clit. All the stimulation was getting to be too much, with a few more thrusts Mingi could feel you cumming on his cock, your legs shaking as moans and whimpers escaped from you. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm as he chased his own high, overstimulation slowly creeping up on you.

He pushed you back down as he continued to chase his own high, his thrusts started to feel more feverish and his panting got louder. He leaned over you to whisper into your ear, "where do you want it baby?"

"On me."

He nodded and kissed your temple before sitting back up and thrusting into you a few more times. You heard him moaning as he pulled out and jerked his cock a few times before he came all over your ass and back. Moaning your name and groaning as he rode out his own high. When he finally came to he leaned back over to you, "stay right here, gonna go get a towel. Be right back."

You lowered your ass down so you were laying flat on his bed, you were in a post sex fog. The sound of the door shutting brought you out of the deep fog, then the feeling of the damp towel on your lower back helped bring you out some more. You sighed at the feeling of it on your skin and your heart swelled a little at how gentle Mingi was being right now, as if he didn't just call you a slut and pound you into next week.

Once you were cleaned up he reached around on the bed to find your underwear and one of his shirts for you to wear, when you put it on you were practically swimming in the fabric. Mingi found his boxers and slipped those on, then pulled you in for a deep kiss.

He sat back down on the bed with you and pulled you into his lap, "did you enjoy yourself love?"

You sighed and kissed him again, "yes, you're amazing. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yeah, you're fucking perfect."

He gently pulled you off his lap and laid you down next to him, pulling your back to his chest. Once he started to play with your hair it didn't take long for you to fall asleep.

You woke up to the sun shining in your face and a throbbing pain between your legs. You sighed and tried to stretch, only to find huge arms wrapped around your waist, Mingi sound asleep behind you. You stirred a little, hoping to gently wake him up, but it was no use, he was still out cold. You tried one more time to gently wake him up, and it worked a little, he started to open his eyes.

"Good morning Mingi."

He took a deep breath, yawning in the process, "good morning doll, did you sleep well?"

"I did, did you?"

"Yes love."

You sat up on your elbows and faced him, "Are you hungry? I am and I can smell someone cooking in the kitchen."

He smiled, looking up at you, "yes I could eat, you wanna go see who's cooking?"

You nodded and made your way out of bed, only for your legs to horribly ache, you had to brace yourself on the bed for a second, Mingi stifling a laugh behind you.

"Oh wow, wonder what happened to you," He said through laughs, "looks like you went too hard doing something last night."

You sighed, "yep. No idea what could have caused this."

You both laughed at each other and left his room, you made your way into the kitchen to see everyone had beat you to the island. Seonghwa and Yeosang were making breakfast, San, Yunho, Wooyoung, Hongjoong, and Jonho were gathered around the island, everyone in different states of hungover and tired. You said a good morning to all the boys in the kitchen, half actually saying good morning back, the other half groaning.

Seonghwa turned around, "You're just in time, breakfast is ready."

Everyone perked up at the idea of finally eating, everyone grabbing plates and bowls and practically shoving their chefs out of the way.

Yeosang and Seonghwa shared a side glance, "animals." Yeosang huffed as he went to make another pot of coffee.

Once everyone had their servings you all sat down at the kitchen table, everyone silently enjoying their food.

That was, until San spoke up, calling your name to get your attention, "so...you think Mingi is the better ass smacker of the two of us?"

You nearly choked on your coffee, "do I what??"

Everyone paused to turn to San to see what he would say next, "Oh Mingi forgot to tell you? Him and I have the pleasure of sharing a wall, and I heard a few things you two were doing last night." He turned to talk to the rest of the table, "And apparently Mingi has better hands than I do!"

The rest of the guys fell into a fit of laughter, you and Mingi sharing the same red cheeks.

At the damn breakfast table?

Could've waited until at least lunchtime.

crossposted to my ao3 as well

do not re-upload or translate my work.

#mingi smut #mingi x reader #ateez smut #ateez #ateez x reader

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star1117-archives · 2 years

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬

➵ Pairing : OT8 X Y/N

➵ Genre : Smut

➵ W.C : 882

➵ Warnings : Description of sexual situations, Mentions of crossdressing, Mentions of degradation + praise, Mentions of punishments + rewards, Mentions of BDSM, Mentions of brat/brat tamer dynamic, Mentions of marking, Mentions of size kink, Mentions of pet play, Mentions of cockwarming, Mentions of oral [m receiving], Mentions of dumbification, Mentions of spooning.

➵ A/N: Initially intended to be a MTL. Under 15’s DNI.

➵ © 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

Most

Mingi

Wooyoung

San

Yunho

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yeosang

Jongho

Least

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

“P-Please! Im sososo close! Please Y/N!”

Pillow Prince.

All he desires is to be handled with care and praised when he’s doing good. Mingi just gives off baby boi vibes, kiss him and hold his hands while you dominate him.

He’s not exactly a needy sub but he will whine if you tease him, probably will cry if you degrade him. Always asks for permission to come.

Guilty pleasure? Crossdressing, he loves it when you fuck him in a skirt and tell him how pretty he looks. He’s your good little prince, so just make sure he remembers it.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

“Fucking make me Y/N, bet you can’t do shit.”

Bratty Bitch.

Wooyoung loves to test boundaries both in and out of subspace, meaning he usually needs punishments and strict rules if you wanna have any sort of control over him. Keep that bitch on a leash, if he barks he probably bites too (skdjdh sorry im crying).

He kinda likes fighting with you for dominance so if you manage to gain control in that way he’s just a needy boi who does whatever you ask if it means he’s pleasured.

He’ll whine, hold you close, kinda seems like someone who will leave marks all over you, and most definitely beg for release, babbling mindlessly.

𝐒𝐚𝐧

“More please, g-give me more Y/N. I promise i can take it!”

Pretty baby.

He wants you to treat him like shit and make him take it like a good boy.

Slap him, choke him, call him every name under the sun and he’ll just look at you with teary eyes and beg for more. All he wants is for you to make him feel inadequate, like you’re doing him a service by even being in his presence.

Paticularly likes it when you bite his lips and rake your nails down his body.

His guilty pleasure? When you call him a useless fucktoy.

Mix praise with degradation on his soft days and he’ll be yours forever.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

“I made you feel good, didn’t I Y/N? Doesn’t pup get a treat?”

Pup.

Bark bark bitch you know what im saying? He is into pet play but even just calling him pup gets him weak at the knees.

If youre shorter than him he has a size kink, the thought of someone so tiny dominating him and being in control is so arousing to him.

If youre taller whooWEEEE he loves the way you make him feel small, might come just from being called “little one”.

He also liked to ask for permission and loves the incentives of rewards if he does well.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

“I missed you Y/N..Love you so much..Feels- so good. Soso good.”

Babie.

Joong’s a kinda person who when he slips into subspace, he just wants to be held and cared for.

At times yes he’ll be a bit bratty just to get his way but usually he’s just tired and compliant. Pamper him, tell him how good he’s doing, how good he looks.

His guilty pleasure? Cockwarming after sex. He just wants to feel close and intimate with you, snuggle into your chest and fall asleep with your kisses and compliments.

He just loves to relax and unwind with you, thanking you again and again for helping him.

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

“S-shit! Fuck Y/N, your mouth f-feels so good!”

Obedient babe.

Seonghwa is definitely a needy sub, but his main mission is to make you proud. He’ll do whatever it takes for you to praise him, wether that’s going down on you or waiting for you to let him cum.

He absolutely loves it when you go down on him however, and he’ll be a needy mess the whole way through. He’s probably the type to ask if he can pull your hair or fuck your face too.

Although he slips up sometimes and gets carried away by his need to be relieved, he’s probably the most obedient out of the guys.

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

“N-ngh! More.. pl-lease- mmh!”

Touch-starved muffin.

I can see him being non-verbal in subspace, like if you like dumbification he’s your dude. He mostly relies on whines and touches to convey his needs and makes the cutest whimpers.

He tends to cling to you during sex, wrapping his hands around your waist. He also can be really shy in the beginning stages, and kinda likes when you force him to say all the filthy things he wants you to do to him.

He’s very cuddly after sex, just wanting to spoon with you (he likes either position).

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

“Am i doing okay Y/N? Y-you want me to go deeper?”

Shy cub.

Jongho is a very quiet and shy sub, probably the type to muffle his moans and whimpers. This is probably why he usually lets out a few tears when he comes, from pure relief.

Like Seonghwa he’s very obedient, loving when you care for him so tenderly like he isnt the strong apple destroyer we know him for.

Caress his cheeks and praise him a lot, he may hate pda but he loves it when you kiss him softly and tell him what a good boy he is.

Has a soft spot for the name cub but will never admit it.

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livealittleoc-cb · 1 year

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“I tried giving you a second chance at life and you took advantage, oh what a shame.~”

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Kim Ari / Jay Brookes

⋆｡°✩ Witch, Blessed as the Fire Elemental, Specializes in Necromancy

⋆｡°✩ In the royal guard a high ranker, is amazing with a sword which is what allowed her to rank up so fast just in her freshman year

⋆｡°✩ Has a side hustle selling potions && spellbooks in a small shop she rents out

⋆｡°✩ She was cursed destined as the next Reaper

⋆｡°✩ Another animal lover! She has 6 familiars:

Masked Peacock Spider named Webby

Little Brown Bat named Cotton

Fairy Penguin named Buttons

Barn Owl named Zack

Luna Moth named Estrella

Raven named Professor Night

Aussie Shepard named Cookie

Rides a Galineers Cob named Maximus for Royal Guard stuff

Shares the shop with a Phoenix she named Peony, she came with the shop

⋆｡°✩ From Frayce, the human equivalent to León, Spain [Is mixed: Astuasia/Korean [Dad] Frayce/Spanish [Mom]]

⋆｡°✩ She/They | Pansexual, Demisexual, Polyamorous | 21 [College Junior] | 12/12 [Sagittarius] | 5’0”

⋆｡°✩ She is:

a closed book

blunt

chaotic as shit

likes to push people’s buttons

scared of romance && closeness

used to be treated not nicely

deep deep down is actually very caring, soft, funny, && insecure

Extras

⋆｡°✩ her birth given name is: [redacted...for now...]

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: black like coals with specks of orange && red

⋆｡°✩ eyes might change color: warm tones [happy], dark red [anger], sadness [light grey]

⋆｡°✩ small balls of fire appear around her when overly angry or annoyed, sometimes when flustered

⋆｡°✩ likes: danger, orange red && grey colors, likes spicey foods but loves sweets, cookies (her favorite sweet), coffee, smoking, slight drinking, books, cuddles/hugs, babies, animals

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: rude people, humans [subjective, not all humans], being ignored

⋆｡°✩ languages: english, korean, spanish [with spain accent], italian, a little bit of german

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ sub; some of her kinks are body worshipping [receiving], size kink, praise [giving && receiving], degradation [receiving], shibari [receiving], rope play, marking [giving && receiving], collaring [giving && receiving], breeding [receiving], toys, bdsm, hair pulling [giving && receiving], pain kink, impact play [receiving], orgasm control [receiving], gagging [recieving], choking [giving && receiving]

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ she is open to most kinks including pain kinks, kinfe kinks, etc.

⋆｡°✩ she is willing to dom if it is talked to her before hand, she might have to be guided through certain acts

⋆｡°✩ even if she is willing to try most kinks once it does not mean she will always been in the right headspace so please don’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to!!!

⋆｡°✩ her eyes turn a deep orange when arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: skull

⋆｡°✩ uses 💀 on dash

Relationship Statuses

She is dating Set/Sebastian!!!

⋆｡°✩ at disney && just vibing

⋆｡°✩ dating [2/4-5]: @k-venturetime Seonghwa [blood sucker 💋❣️] [2.18.23] && @monsterhigh-cb Chaewon [boo bear 👻💐] [3.10.23]; interested && curious of @clubwnderland Mingi [GiGi! / reaper buddy~] && @multi-joong 🩸 [old man ⏱️]

⋆｡°✩ happily dating set/sebastian [her chaos puppy 🐕] [her && seb will be taking ONE more partner(s) together]

⋆｡°✩ friends: @welcome-to-maniac Jisung [the ride or die / the plug 🧢⚾️], @divineblood-cb Jisungie [buttercup!~ 🧈🧨]

⋆｡°✩ family: @welcome-to-maniac Minho && Chan [big brother && father chan 🍻🥃], @kardpackcb Jiwoo [her pack && bestie 🦋🏡], @k-pop-shelter The Pack [home 🏠💕]

Tags:

⋆｡°✩ realtionship tag(s): #❣️❤️‍🔥hway [handsome man ship tag], #🍓🍰little strawberry [handsome man shop tag], #👻⚰️chaeay [little ghostie ship tag], #💜❤️‍🔥boo baby [little ghostie ship tag], #💙❤️‍🔥minay [tall handsome man ship tag], #🔥⚡️twin flame [tall handsome man ship]

⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ music tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ inspo tag(s):

faceclaim: @/yuprntae on instagram

#💀jay.txt

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yungisstar1117-writes · 3 years

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ATEEZ As Subs

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To clarify: imo I think ateez could all be switches, but this isn’t an accurate representation of them. I am in no way saying i know what they’re like. Originally had this as a MTL but yeah…

Pairing: OT8 x Gn!Y/N

Genre: Smut

Taglist: @jwnghyuns @serialee @galaxteez @a-soft-hornytiny @yunhospuppy @mychicagodaddyjohnny @roan-baekhyun-empire-bloodhaire @ferryberryhwa @nyghtwolff-1117 @yuyusmist @mabeloveseonghwa @thatoneoldergroupstan @totheworld-thisisnct @multidreams-and-desires

(dm me/send an ask if i forgot you or you’d like to be added ❤️)

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Most

Mingi

Wooyoung

San

Yunho

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yeosang

Jongho

Least

Mingi:

”P-Please! Im sososo close! Please Y/N!”

Pillow Prince.

All he desires is to be handled with care and praised when he’s doing good. Mingi just gives off baby boi vibes, kiss him and hold his hands while you dominate him.

He’s not exactly a needy sub but he will whine if you tease him, probably will cry if you degrade him. Always asks for permission to come.

Guilty pleasure? Crossdressing, he loves it when you fuck him in a skirt and tell him how pretty he looks. He’s your good little prince, so just make sure he remembers it.

Wooyoung:

“Fucking make me Y/N, bet you can’t do shit.”

Bratty Bitch.

He kinda likes fighting with you for dominance so if you manage to gain control in that way he’s just a needy boi who does whatever you ask if it means he’s pleasured.

He’ll whine, hold you close, kinda seems like someone who will leave marks all over you, and most definitely beg for release, babbling mindlessly.

San:

”More please, g-give me more Y/N. I promise i can take it!”

Pretty baby.

He wants you to treat him like shit and make him take it like a good boy.

Paticularly likes it when you bite his lips and rake your nails down his body.

His guilty pleasure? When you call him a useless fucktoy. Mix praise with degradation on his soft days and he’ll be yours forever.

Yunho:

”I made you feel good, didn’t I Y/N? Doesn’t pup get a treat?”

Pup.

Bark bark bitch you know what im saying? He is into pet play but even just calling him pup gets him weak at the knees.

If youre shorter than him he has a size kink, the thought of someone so tiny dominating him and being in control is so arousing to him.

If youre taller whooWEEEE he loves the way you make him feel small, might come just from being called “little one”.

He also liked to ask for permission and loves the incentives of rewards if he does well.

Hongjoong:

”*moans* I missed you Y/N..Love you so much..Feels- so good. Soso good.”

Babie.

Joong’s a kinda person who when he slips into subspace, he just wants to be held and cared for.

At times yes he’ll be a bit bratty just to get his way but usually he’s just tired and compliant. Pamper him, tell him how good he’s doing, how good he looks.

His guilty pleasure? Cockwarming after sex. He just wants to feel close and intimate with you, snuggle into your chest and fall asleep with your kisses and compliments.

He just loves to relax and unwind with you, thanking you again and again for helping him.

Seonghwa:

”S-shit! Fuck Y/N, your mouth f-feels so good!”

Obedient babe.

Seonghwa is definitely a needy sub, but his main mission is to make you proud. He’ll do whatever it takes for you to praise him, wether that’s going down on you or waiting for you to let him cum.

He absolutely loves it when you go down on him however, and he’ll be a needy mess the whole way through. He’s probably the type to ask if he can pull your hair or fuck your face too.

Although he slips up sometimes and gets carried away by his need to be relieved, he’s probably the most obedient out of the guys.

Yeosang:

”N-ngh! More.. pl-lease- mmh!”

Touch-starved muffin.

I can see him being non-verbal in subspace, like if you like dumbification he’s your dude. He mostly relies on whines and touches to convey his needs and makes the cutest whimpers.

He’s very cuddly after sex, just wanting to spoon with you (he likes either position).

Jongho:

”Am i doing okay Y/N? Y-you want me to go deeper?”

Shy cub.

Jongho is a very quiet and shy sub, probably the type to muffle his moans and whimpers. This is probably why he usually lets out a few tears when he comes, from pure relief.

Like Seonghwa he's very obedient, loving when you care for him so tenderly like he isnt the strong apple destroyer we know him for.

Caress his cheeks and praise him a lot, he may hate pda but he loves it when you kiss him softly and tell him what a good boy he is.

Has a soft spot for the name cub but will never admit it.

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mingis-lightbulb · 2 years

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2:42am

A/n: I feel like being a menace (also this has been on my mind.)

Taglist: @mingissoggywaffles @damissub @yungisstar1117 @beomnoi @wooyoungsbae @maarkcraft @blessednhighlyfavoured @do-you-actually-care @winterciella @soft-teddybear @sanraes @kimroieho

Warnings: Dom! Mingi, Sub! Reader, oral sex (f receiving) Somnophilia, unprotected sex, slight degradation.

You sighed softly to yourself.

You were unbelievably horny, and Your adorable boyfriend, Mingi was fast asleep in your shared bed.

You didn't even know if he was into what you wanted to do to him. Watching Mingi dance on stage, put a filthy thought into your head.

Waking Mingi up with sex.

It bothered you because you didn't want to do this and it be something that he wasn't into. It was eating you up inside, you just wanted his fat cock in your mouth fucking your throat until you couldn't speak. You had wrote about it in your diary recently, you wished that you could easily ask him and tell him your fantasies but you found yourself quiet and unable to talk to him.

Frustrated you turned on your side, wanting to let Mingi sleep in peace and you'd deal with your problem later, sighing you closed your eyes slowly falling asleep.

It was only a few hours later that you were pulled from your sleep. Groggy your eyes drifted to where Mingi was seeing his spot of the bed empty. You didn't think anything of it because he would get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

You closed your eyes again, trying lull yourself to sleep until you felt something against your clit. You let out a sharp gasp, pulling back the covers a bit and your eyes widened.

Mingi's soft eyes were looking right back at you, a small smile tugged at his lips. "Good Morning Babydoll.." He mumbled, his morning voice still very prevalent meaning his only been up for a bit. You were about to open your mouth to say something but Mingi went back to work, his tongue exploring your wet cunt.

A choked moan left your lips as you tried to buck your hips against his face, but his strong hands held you in place. Mingi glanced back up at you and you thought you'd burst right there. He looked so needy yet dominate at the same time, as if he was waiting for this moment this entire relationship.

He quickly raised up, licking what ever slick was left on his lips. He goes to kiss your lips, chuckling at the confused look on your face. "Didn't expect this huh?...my slutty little doll..." He muttered, dropping down to press kisses to your neck. "N-no..i didn't.." You reply as he sucks on a spot, only raising up after he's left a mark on your skin.

"I read your book."

His words made you freeze, "I didn't know my innocent babydoll was such a filthy little whore.." He smirks as he aligns himself at your entrance. "Wanting Daddy to fuck her awake..such a dirty baby." Mingi teases before slamming his hips into yours.

You let out a loud cry of pleasure that gets swallowed by Mingi as he kisses you again. He started a rough pace, soft grunts leaving his body as you clench around him already. You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Mingi runs his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission. You nod as he slips his tongue in your mouth, his grunts getting louder as your tongues danced together.

Mingi's cock rubbed deliciously against your cervix, ghosting against it which each thrust. Until that one thrusts that has you moaning his name into your passionate kiss. Mingi pulls away, watching as a string of saliva connects the two of you. "Mhm..i hit your sweet spot didn't i? Is my babydoll gonna fall apart on my dick?" He groaned out as he hooked on of his arms under your leg to raise it, hitting a new position making you cry out again.

"Y-yes im close, so so close..." You moan out, your eyes fixed on Mingi in the dimly lit room. His shirt was off and you could see a thin layer of sweat illuminated by the single lamp in your room. He wore a teasing expression on his fave that occasionally changed into one of pleasure as you clenched around him.

Mingi kept hitting that sweet spot that had his name falling from your lips like a mantra. "Go ahead...fall apart on my dick babydoll, go ahead~" He nearly growled and that sent you over the edge. You arched your back as you felt your high come over you, Mingi was just praising you as you did. Calling you his "good babydoll" and "innocent princess", saying how much of a good job you dick for him.

You barely had time to react before Mingi had turned you over on your stomach, rasing your ass in the air. You could hear him chuckle as one of his hands rubbed against your asscheek.

"Mhm..lets do another one of your fantasies and turn this cute little ass of yours bright red~"

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hwa-joongie · 3 years

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Stream Tease

Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Location: Y/n & Seonghwa’s apartment

Names: Baby/Princess (for s/o), Baby/Oppa/Sir (for Seonghwa)

Word count: 4,171 :))))))))

(T/W) Kinks: daddy/oppa kink, hair pulling, oral, hard dom Seonghwa, choking, dacryphilia, begging, spanking, praising, degradation, filming/camera, over stimulation, sub y/n, after care, accidental leak of videos

Seonghwa has been at the agency for what felt like days to y/n. Seonghwa was getting ready for a comeback so he would have long nights at the agency just to come how and sleep the whole time he got off. While y/n was at home cleaning and cooking for him so that way he would have a home cooked meal whenever he would get home. Seonghwa was grateful to her for what she did. But as time grew y/n started to feel more lonely. One night it was supposed to be a night where Seonghwa was off. Y/n had the whole night planned out. But the boy's managers told him that they had to do a live last minute due to them having a comeback soon.

Seonghwa had texted y/n saying ‘Hey baby. I won’t be able to make it tonight. The managers told us at the last minute that we needed to do a live. I’ll try to be home soon, ok?’ Once y/n got that text she already had dinner made on the table with candles lit. She read the text sighing at it texting him back saying ‘Ok. Well I just got done making dinner baby so it’ll be in the fridge when you get back. I’m going to take a shower.’ y/n locked her phone putting up all the food trying to not cry. After Seonghwa read his girlfriend’s text he sighed about to text her back until he heard Wooyoung say “What kind of ice cream do you guys want?” Seonghwa told his younger member what he wanted forgetting to text y/n back and started playing a game waiting on the boy to come back so they could start the live.

As y/n finished her shower getting dressed in her pajamas she decided to call f/n to tell her what happened. f/n picked up the phone saying “Hey! What’s up?” y/n, who had her phone on speaker, said “I’m upset.” Her friend then said “What happened?” y/n sighed, rolling over on her stomach saying “Well Seonghwa was supposed to spend some time with me tonight. I had a whole night planned out. I made dinner. I lit the candles that were on the table. I even broke out the good wine. But I got a text as I was putting the food on the table from him saying that he won’t be able to make it because the managers told him at the last minute that they need to do a live. I already put the food up and I already took a shower. So I’m practically ready for bed pissed off.” f/n who was sitting in her studio in their old apartment said “You know you can always tease him into coming home right?” y/n's ears perked up saying “Answer my FaceTime.” y/n jumped up from the bed FaceTiming f/n. She answered the phone only to see her best friend rummaging through the clothes hanging up in her walk-in closet. She finally found what she was looking for holding 5 hangers in her hand. y/n held up a black lingerie bodysuit saying “This one?” f/n looked at it saying “Come closer.” y/n was still holding out saying “Remember I bought this when we went to the mall back home?” f/n nodded her head saying “Yes I remember. But it looks old so that’s out.” y/n tossed it to her right holding up a white bodysuit f/n automatically said “The color compliments your skin. So it’s a maybe.” y/n set it on the door handle and lifted up a red one. f/n shook her head saying “I’m not a fan of it.” y/n said while tossing it to her right “Ok so that’s a no” y/n then held up a light purple bodysuit saying “This ones my favorite.” f/n looked at it saying “Does he like that color though?” y/n shook her head “No he doesn’t like the color but he loves it on me..” f/n then sighed saying “Then it’s a no.” y/n then said “This one is the last one.” She held up a dark blue colored bodysuit f/n immediately said “Yes. That’s the one.”

y/n decided it would be best to do her hair and make up while f/n was on the phone so that way she was able to tell her what to fix and what to do. y/n’s phone finally went off with a notification from the boy's V-Live channel saying that they were now live. y/n said “Hold on imma grab my laptop.” y/n ran off screen to grab her laptop from her side table getting on FaceTime there while watching the live on her phone. Ateez then said “8 makes 1 team! Hello we're Ateez!” HongJoong started talking about what all they were doing and what they were going to be talking about. f/n said “Why is my boyfriend so hot?” y/n, who was doing her mascara, looked over at her friend saying “Because we choose hot boyfriends that’s why!” f/n nodded in agreement saying “Do a Cherry red color lipstick then you should be good!” y/n nodded her head saying “Ok! I’m going to hop off so that way I can start the teasing process.” f/n smiled saying “Good luck! Try to not die!” y/n hung up the FaceTime putting on a red lip stain knowing if she put on regular lipstick it would be all over her face. She then got changed into the lingerie set.

Whenever Seonghwa would go on tour and couldn’t bring y/n she would almost always tease him. But whenever he would come home she would have to call off work for a few days knowing she wouldn’t be able to walk let alone deal with the consequences he had in store for teasing him while he was away. y/n knew what she was doing when she took f/ns advice. That's why f/n told her to not die because she knew what was going to happen to her best friend. y/n got situated on the ground in front of their body length mirror. Snapping a quick picture of her typing out ‘Man I wish you were home right now you look so good on the live..:(‘ sending it to Seonghwa. On the other end Seonghwa was eating his ice cream in the conference room with all the boys at the end of the table. His phone buzzed in his hands seeing it was a text from his girlfriend. He clicked on it thinking it was just her telling him goodnight but in actuality it was the picture she sent to him. He was able to shield his phone away from the members that were sitting next to him. He looked up at the phone with a smirk texting back ‘Oh no. Is someone not following the rules right now?’ Seonghwa knew he had to hurry up with the live but he couldn’t make it seem obvious. He started eating his ice cream when he got a text from y/n saying ‘Man I wish I was that ice cream:( you know you could’ve had me by now but you have to work.’

Seonghwa smirked down at his phone typing back ‘Baby I’m going to need you to stop or else you’re gonna have to be punished. You don’t want that do you?’ y/n smirked, finally getting Seonghwa where she wanted. She snapped a picture of her in the mirror ass up saying ‘But I’m already ready to be punished come home oppa.’ Once Seonghwa got that text he felt his pants get a bit tighter. Seonghwa looked over to his left and whispered to HongJoong saying “I need to go like now.” HongJoong looked at him confused but once he saw his best friend adjusting his pants he sent a text to the manager that was behind the phone telling him that Seonghwa wasn’t feeling too good and that they needed to cut the live short by a few minutes. The manager gave the ok to end it letting the boys know it was time to go. They said bye to all the fans turning off the live Seonghwa was the first to get up rushing out of the room causing the boys to look at HongJoong who said “He has to go deal with y/n.” The boys now understanding the situation Mingi said “Ew. That’s disgusting. I did not need to hear that. She’s like my little sister.” Seonghwa texted y/n, 'You better be on your knees in front of the mirror by the time I get there.’ y/n texted f/n saying ‘Thank you for the help. I’m going to die tonight.:)’ f/n then texted back ‘Have fun!’

Since Seonghwa took y/n’s car to work today he sped home only to find out that y/n did what he told her to do. She was sat all pretty in front of the mirror with her hands in her lap. He smiled at the girl saying “So you do know how to listen baby girl. I’m surprised.” y/n smiled saying “Well you did tell me to be on my knees by the time you get here so I did what you told me.” Seonghwa looked down at her saying “You’re wearing my favorite too. Did you just want daddy to come home?” He lifted her chin up caressing her cheek with his thumb. She nodded her head saying “Yes sir.” Seonghwa smirked down at the girl saying “You baby you have to be punished because you broke two of the rules.” y/n smiled saying “But you liked it didn’t you?” He shook his head “Don’t be bratty. Or else the punishment will be worse.” y/n took his thumb into her mouth sucking it while looking up at him. He looked down at her groaning, saying “You’re killing me baby.” y/n pulled her mouth away with a pop saying “Good Oppa.” He looked at her in the eyes saying “I guess I have to shut you up huh?”

y/n who was now looking up at him saying “Yes sir.” He grabbed ahold of her hair pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail saying “You know what to do princess.” y/n eagerly undid his belt and pants lightly touching Seonghwas bulge in the process. Once his cock sprung free she looked up at him as if asking to start. He only nodded his head saying “Go ahead princess.” y/n automatically went ahead wrapping her mouth around him going all the way down. She had her hands on his thighs which he swatted away saying “No hands. You know this.” y/n put her hands behind her back. y/n was only able to get half of his dick in her mouth until he thrusted the rest of his length in her mouth causing her to put her hands on his thigh.

He pulled out of her mouth that had strings of saliva from her mouth on his dick. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow saying “What have I said about your hands? Are you going to be a good slut and take it or am I going to have to make you?” y/n looked up saying “Make me daddy.” He then let go of her hair causing her to drop back onto the heels of her feet. He walked over to the closet opening the drawer, he came out of the closet with a pair of handcuffs. Seonghwa looked at the girl saying “This will stop you don’t you think?” He cuffed y/n’s hands behind her back he grabbed ahold of her hair again tying it up with the hair tie that is always on his wrist. He looked down saying “Open. Now.” y/n obeyed the man standing in front of her by opening her mouth. He then pushed all of his dick in her mouth causing her to gag. He chuckled saying “I know you can take all of it to stop messing around. Keep it open for me just like that.” As Seonghwa started face fucking her causing tears to run down her face spit dropping onto her chest he moaned out “You’re being such a good slut for me beautiful. Taking all of me. Look at those tears.” As he was coming close to his edge he pulled out saying “You’re not getting my cum just yet baby girl. Come on, let’s get you on the bed.” He helped her stand up due to the fact she was still handcuffed. He undid them causing her to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss. He mumbled against her lips “Jump.” as he said that she jumped up into his arms. He walked her over to the bed laying her down saying “I’m sorry for me being at work all the time. Since you did so well taking all of me it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

Seonghwa did his best to take off the bodysuit without ripping it. He finally succeeded looking at y/n smiling. y/n said “Thank you for not ripping it.” Seonghwa then said “I can’t rip my favorite outfit on you can I?” y/n smiled saying “You could have. If you wanted to buy me a new one.” He shook his head saying “I would’ve bought you a new one anyways. All you have to do is ask. Now just enjoy this ok?” y/n nodded her head listening to her boyfriend who was now kissing down her body leaving marks all over her. Once he got to her sweet spot on her neck he made sure to leave a hickey right there causing her to bite her tongue. He looked up at her saying “Let out those moans for me beautiful. I want the neighbors to hear how good I’m making you feel.” With Seonghwa saying that y/n let out a moan. Seonghwa smirked, satisfied with hearing her moans falling from her mouth. Seonghwa made his way down until he reached her thighs. He pushed them apart, kissing the inside of one while caressing the other teasing y/n. y/n moaned as the soft kisses got closer to her heat. Seonghwa let the hand that was caressing her thigh he let it just graze the side of it causing her to let out a whine saying “Stop teasing me.” Seonghwa looked up from in between her thighs saying “Remember how I said you broke two rules? This is one of the punishments, baby. Now if you’re a good girl I’ll let you cum on my tongue.” y/n threw her head back onto the pillow saying “But I had good intentions for breaking those rules!” Seonghwa chuckled, going back in between her thighs saying “Well your actions have consequences.” He started back to kissing one thigh while one hand started to caress her heat.

Once he felt like y/n had enough teasing he decided to finally give in to her. He kissed right on her clit making her shiver in pleasure smirking at the wetness he caused he said “Did I do that?” y/n hummed in response to him. He wanted her to use her words so he gave her pussy a little love slap saying “Use your words beautiful. Or else I’m going to stop.” y/n moaned saying “Yes you did oppa.” He smiled while rubbing his index finger up and down through her wet slits saying “And who is the only one that can do this? Hm?” y/n let out a moan saying “You sir.” Seonghwa, being happy with her response, said “Good girl. I think you deserve to cum on my tongue now.” And with that he pushed in a finger and let his mouth latch onto her clit. She let out a sigh in relief that he was finally letting her feel some type of friction down there. She grabbed onto his black hair holding him where he was trying to keep him there. He pulled away from her pussy saying “How does my baby feel? Hm?” y/n said “I need more please.” Seonghwa looked at her with a raised eyebrow saying “More? Like another finger?” y/n screamed out “Yes please! I need more! I need your tongue and fingers please daddy!” Seonghwa then said “All you had to do was ask.” He pushed in a second finger while saying “You’re so tight baby I may need to fuck you more.” He started going at a decent pace not really going fast or slow.

y/n let out a big moan saying “I’m close oppa. Don’t stop!” That caused Seonghwa to move his hand faster as y/n reached her climax. Seonghwa pulled out his fingers putting them in his mouth while saying “You still taste as sweet as ever baby. Now do you want me to fuck you like a slut or are you done for the night?” y/n looked down at the boy who was on his elbows saying “Please fuck me like a slut.” That caused Seonghwa to smirk and the words she said brought out demon Seonghwa. He said “Well then. Get face down ass up facing the mirror. I’m recording this tonight baby. So that way I can go back and watch when I’m missing my cock sleeve.”

y/n did as she was told, getting into the position while Seonghwa undressed of the clothes that were still on him. y/n was now on the corner of the bed ass up waiting for Seonghwa. As she felt the bed dip she stuffed her face into their white comforter. Seonghwa caressed her ass before giving one cheek a slap saying “Count.” y/n’s eyes were now brimming with tears as he spanked each cheek 15 times. He then said “Don’t do that again, got it?” y/n nodded her only to have Seonghwa to grab the ponytail pulling her head up saying “What did I say about using your words huh?” y/n saw her face in the mirror saying “I’m sorry I meant to say yes sir.” Seonghwa said “Good slut. Now are you going to take all of me or do I have to stop here?” y/n shook her head fast saying “No please! I’ll be good!” Seonghwa smiled at the mirror seeing his girlfriend's tear stained face saying “That’s my good girl.” As he said that he pushed himself in without any warning bottoming out in her. He groaned while feeling her tight walls clench around him. He said “You’re still so tight even after I prepped you.” After Seonghwa bottomed out he automatically hit y/n’s g-spot. Causing her to grip onto the bed sheets harder turning her knuckles white. Seonghwa started at a decent pace letting y/n get used to the feeling knowing it has been awhile since they’ve been intimate like this.

Once y/n got comfortable she said “Faster please.” Seonghwa grabbed ahold of her neck from behind holding up his cellphone pointing it towards the mirror saying “Say that again baby so the camera can hear you.” y/n then screamed out “Faster please!” Seonghwa chuckled saying “That’s my girl. You’re such a cock hungry slut aren’t you?” y/n who’s eyes were now closed in pleasure said “Yes oh my god yes! Don’t stop daddy please!” That caused Seonghwa to turn off his camera throwing it to the top of the bed. His one hand still on her neck the other now on her waist pounding harder into her. That caused y/n to cum for the second time. Seonghwa let go her neck letting her fall back onto the bed. Seonghwa gave no mercy not stopping as she came undone fucking her until she was seeing stars. He slapped her ass saying “You’re doing so well baby. Can you give me two more?” y/n shook her head saying “No I can’t.” Seonghwa pulled out causing y/n to whine at the loss of friction. He flipped her over onto her back saying “You can give me two more. I know you can baby.” Seonghwa was now in between her legs on his knees. He kissed her knee going down on her thigh biting it lightly causing her to let out a gasp causing him to smile when y/n looked down at her thigh they’re was now a love bite she looked up at him saying “Really?” He moved his body up saying “I got to have my baby girl remember who she belongs to.” He kissed her hard pushing himself back into causing y/n to gasp into the kiss giving Seonghwa a chance to put his tongue in her mouth.

As Seonghwa pushed deeper into her smirking saying “How many more are you giving me baby?” y/n looked up into Seonghwas eyes saying “Two oppa.” Seonghwa smiled at the girl saying “That’s my good girl.” He put a hand on her throat saying “Now can I fuck you how I want now?” y/n nodded her head saying “Yes sir. Use my body however you want. I’m your toy.” He smiled saying “Well in that case I’m not going easy and I’m going to need you to cum more than twice.” y/n nodded her head as Seonghwa started thrusting in and out of her. Seonghwa had one hand pressed down on her throat while the other was on her boob twisting and pinching it causing y/n to cum for the first time in the new position. Seonghwa looked at the girl beneath him saying “That’s my girl. Give me another.” Seonghwa threw one of her legs over his shoulder causing him to go deeper hitting a new spot causing y/n’s legs to shake and her to moan. He moved his hand from her throat to her leg holding it against him kissing her calve. He pounded into her even harder chasing his high back. y/n was almost over the edge when Seonghwa said “I’m going to cum in you. Take it like a good slut got it?” y/n nodded her head saying “Yes sir fill me up please.” y/n’s eyes rolled back as she hit her climax clenching around Seonghwa causing him to cum. He pulled out of her flopping down on the bed next to her pulling her in close saying “You know the things I say I don’t mean right? Like those names I would never call you besides in the bedroom.” y/n smiled snuggling deeper into his chest saying “I know baby. You say it everytime. Can we get dressed and eat I’m hungry.” Seonghwa laughed saying “Yes after I clean you up.” Seonghwa got up from the bed walking into their bathroom. y/n’s phone then started to ring she rolled over grabbing it off the charger answering it without seeing who was calling. f/n was FaceTiming her she answered it to see f/n holding in her laughs saying “Looks like you had fun thank god you’re not dead. But you may want to die after I tell you what I’m about to tell you.” y/n looked at her friend confused saying “What do you need to tell me?”

f/n then said the unthinkable “Seonghwa accidentally sent the video he took of you in the mirror to the group chat.” y/n clicked out of the call opening up the group chat to see the boys now talking about Seonghwa and about how hot y/n looked. y/n then yelled “SEONGHWA! WE NEED TO TALK.” Seonghwa came in with a wet rag saying “Yeah what’s up?” f/n then said “Check the group chat.” Seonghwa grabbed his phone opening the group chat seeing what all happened saying “Oh my god. What did I do..” Wooyoung then texted in the group chat ‘I mean I knew Seonghwa hyung liked being called oppa but who would’ve thought he was into stuff like that. Especially little innocent y/n.’ Seonghwa then said “I’m sorry baby! I’m so sorry!” y/n rolled her eyes saying “I’ll call you later f/n!” f/n waved bye to the girl before she hung up. y/n said “I’m not mad just embarrassed and at least they now know how you treat me.” Seonghwa smiled kissing her lips saying “I love you baby!” y/n kissed him back saying “I love you too! Now can we get cleaned up please I feel all gross and sticky.” Seonghwa nodded saying “Yes baby then we can get some food.”

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Jerk | Ateez OT8

Summary: After a long couple of weeks that consisted of nothing but photoshoots and filming, San came up with an idea to help the members loosen up a bit.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Azeez/OT8,,, Yunho is still a major sub and subby Wooyoung and Jongho

Word Count: 3.1k

Smut Warning: Jerk circle, high-key a little more than a jerk circle, yeah… definitely way past a jerk circle, obviously MXM, MXM touching, masturbating, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, orgy? Idk they’re not really fucking??? Dick sucking, mouth fucking, kinda ass eating? and Yunho and Wooyoung are pretty cum sluts

@jonghoshoe @cloudyyeonnie @barnesbabee and I forgot the other person who told me to @ them but 😳

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All the members had been super stressed and tired after a long week of photoshoots and filming, so San had offered to set up a movie night for the members. Unfortunately, Yeosang, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Mingi had made a dinner reservation which left the rest of the members with San.

Regardless, San was happy to pick a nice movie and some snacks to eat. San thought it would be funny to pick a raunchy movie and watch it together. Maybe make one of them a little bit flustered… Flustered was the word he wanted. Horny MiGhT nOt have been the word he was exactly looking for but he’d take what he got.

The four of them were lying across the floor, San lying on Seonghwa’s lap, and Wooyoung and Yunho were underneath a blanket. They were mindlessly eating popcorn while they were half-watching the movie that San had picked out until suddenly everyone’s head snapped up as the room filled with moans.

Originally everyone had thought it had been one of them but then they heard loud female moaning and it obviously couldn’t be them. Their eyes were glued to the TV screen like the horny boys they are, “San?! What kind of movie is this?!?” Seonghwa shifted underneath San.

San laughed and turned to face Seonghwa while still on his lap, “Dunno, I just picked something random.”

Their attention is back on the screen, minus San who keeps his eyes trained on Seonghwa’s face and the subtlest amount of pressure on his crotch.

The camera panned down to show two people in the middle of some pretty intense sex. There was a gasp from one of the boys as it suddenly showed boobs bouncing, “Are you sure this isn’t porn?!” Seonghwa pushed San off of his lap as he adjusted his pants.

“What do you mean Hyung? Is it getting you a little bit… excited?” San’s eyes flicked from his eyes to the obvious boner in his sweats.

Wooyoung snorts and starts to laugh loudly and Yunho elbows him, “Wooyoung don’t act- you have one too.”

There’s a pause. A long pause as the four of them is staring at each other. San has a mischievous glint in his eyes and he exchanges glances with Wooyoung and Seonghwa. Yunho takes the hint and his cheeks immediately get red, “San- Don’t even think about it-”

“Aw come on! Why not? It’ll be fun!” San raised his eyebrows suggestively at Yunho.

Yunho knew he was right… he honestly wanted to but he just needed to make sure San was being serious and not just joking like how he normally is.

“Right Hwa? It’ll be fun, huh?” As San spoke, he kinda pulled on the waistband of his sweats revealing his V line.

Wooyoung and Seonghwa spoke up at the same time, “It’ll be fun.”

Their attention turned to Yunho whose face was still bright red. His fingers were fiddling with his sweats before San spoke back up, “It’s okay Pup. Need some help?”

San takes Yunho’s hand and leads him until he’s in front of the three boys. They each have their hands somewhere on Yunho: San was busy taking his shirt off, Seonghwa was pulling his sweats off, and Wooyoung let his hands trail down Yunho’s stomach down to his leaking red cock.

Yunho was already shaking from the several pairs of hands on him, until suddenly everyone took their hands off of him, “Lay down babe.” Wooyoung’s hands slowly push Yunho down on his back.

The remaining boys circle Yunho as he looks up at them with wide eyes as they all rush to undress.

San moves to straddle Yunho’s lap and takes both his cock and Yunho’s in his hands. He has both hands wrapped around both cocks and he slowly starts to thrust his cock in his hand and against Yunho’s.

Yunho’s hands immediately reach up to grip San’s wrists, “Ah- Wait! Fuck-”

“It’s alright Pup. You can cum as many times as you want. And you’re gonna be our pretty little cum dump.” Yunho’s blush spread to his neck and chest from being called a cum dump but he’d gladly take everything his members gave him. He wants to be their stress reliever.

Yunho nods and lets himself relax as San continues his soft thrusting. Seonghwa takes Yunho’s hand off of San and replaces it with his cock, Wooyoung doing the same.

Yunho feels an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and satisfaction as everyone is using him for their own pleasure. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lip in between his teeth as his eyes switch between the three different cocks, “Moan for us, pretty boy. Let us hear those pretty noises of yours.”

Yunho’s eyes are trained on Seonghwa and his cock until San begins to jerk him just right. Loud whines and groans flow from Yunho’s mouth as he tries to angle his hips away from San’s touch as Yunho’s cock throbs at San’s touch, “S-San! Sansansan! His grip on Wooyoung and Seonghwa’s cocks tighten as he’s on the verge of cumming.

“Go ahead. Make a mess.” The room is filled with moans from the four boys as they’re all pathetically close to cumming after such a short period of time.

Neither of the boys can remember the last time they touched themselves, or each other, with how busy they’ve been and it was all crashing down on them at once.

The first to cum was Yunho. Yunho was always so sensitive and everyone knew exactly how to touch him, so he hardly ever lasted more than 4 or 5 minutes without being edged but Yunho’s lucky he loves being overstimulated because it happens pretty much every time.

Yunho’s hips were grinding into San’s hand alongside his cock as his cum squirts all over his stomach and chest.

Yunho’s soft begs of their names and the movements of his slick, cum covered hands made Wooyoung and Seonghwa cum almost simultaneously all over Yunho.

The two boys sat back for a minute to catch their breath and watched as San continued to rut against Yunho’s cock, “Please Sannie! G-Give it to me! Give me your c- Hnng-” Yunho’s cock started throbbing harshly as he was on the verge of cumming twice in a row, “Cum. C-Cum on me. Please! H-Hurry before I-I cum again!”

San laughed softly as he glanced to Wooyoung who already looked worn out, “It’s alright Pup. We’ll all give you so much more.”

San’s cock made lewd squelching noises as his cum was mixing with Yunho’s. It wasn’t until San looked down at Yunho’s cock and stomach was he about to cum.

San was typically the one who had the most stamina out of the boys, but everyone knew that he had a weak spot for Yunho.

San’s eyes were glued to Yunho’s cock that was still fully hard and red from the overstimulation. His eyes trailed up slightly and loud moans spilled from his lips as he was looking at Yunho’s cum stained abs contract from his incoming orgasm, “G-Gonna give it to you P-Pup.”

With a shaky voice, San let out a couple of drawn-out whines as he gripped onto his cock tightly as he watched Yunho’s facial expressions closely until he came on Yunho.

The cum of the four boys was mixed on Yunho and they all looked down at him with flushed cheeks and heavy breaths.

San removed himself from Yunho’s lap and grabbed onto Wooyoung’s hand to pull him onto Yunho, “Go on Woo.”

Wooyoung lets out a whine as he bends down to take Yunho’s cock in his mouth. Wooyoung eagerly sucks on Yunho’s cock that’s most definitely too big for him, and groans as he tastes Yunho’s and San’s mixed cum.

Yunho whines loudly as Wooyoung sucks on him like it’s what he’s made for, “W-Wooyoung! Ah- fuck! G-Gonna cum!”

Just as Yunho was about to cum, the front door swung open and Wooyoung pulled away from Yunho quickly. Yunho let out a pathetic sob as he started to grind his hips into the air trying to chase Wooyoung’s mouth.

Yunho didn’t even notice the door open or the rest of the members stopping in their tracks as they saw the naked boys in the middle of the room.

It was only until Mingi let out a loud laugh, that he finally looked in their direction, “Need some help there?”

Mingi didn’t hesitate to drop his things at the door to make his way towards his poor friend who had the most desperate look on his face.

As Mingi made his way to Yunho he simultaneously removed himself of his clothing, leaving a trail of clothes, “M-Mingi! Please!”

At this point, Yunho didn’t care who touched him. He was just so desperate to cum. His eyes were practically begging for Mingi to do absolutely anything to him. Since Mingi was significantly bigger than Wooyoung, he was easily able to take most of Yunho down his throat. Yunho immediately gripped Mingi’s hair and his hips thrust into Mingi’s throat with loud moans.

Yunho suddenly forgot about the rest of the boys who had only previously just walked in, and was only focused on Mingi’s mouth.

Jongho had absolutely no words as San looked at him with a lopsided smile that was very innocent compared to the sight in front of them.

Jongho felt himself become flushed and hot as he practically ran to his room. San laughed softly because he knew that Jongho would get over his pride and join the rest of them in 10 minutes max.

Hongjoong and Yeosang were stood in the same spot as they glanced at each other before Yeosang spoke up in a condescending tone, “Are y’all really that desperate?” But in the same breath says, “One of y’all move over.”

Everyone’s attention is drawn back to Yunho as he lets out a choked sob as Mingi sucks him off just like he loves so much, “G-Gonna cum again! Please Mingi! It- ah!”

Yunho’s whines and begs got cut off as his second orgasm ripped through his entire body. His back arched beautifully and his hips were squirming as Mingi continued to take everything Yunho was giving him.

Mingi’s deep groans were vibrating Yunho’s over-sensitive cock and Mingi finally pulled away with a loud pop.

In Jongho's room, he can hear the loud whines and desperate moans coming from Yunho, his leaking cock begging to be touched. His hips ground themselves into his mattress to get some kind of pleasure without actually touching himself because, in all honesty, he was too embarrassed to do so.

“J-Jongho!” Jongho let out a soft whine as he heard his name being called by Yunho.

“Jongho, sweetheart… there’s no need to do it all by yourself.” Jongho looked at the doorway and saw Seonghwa standing there, completely naked and cock hard, as he referred to the way he was rutting himself onto the mattress, “Come let us help you… Yunho will be more than happy, you know.”

Seonghwa holds his hand out for Jongho to take, and finally, Jongho sucks it up and gets up. He lets Seonghwa take him to where the rest of the members were and everyone’s attention was on him.

Yunho sits up and Jongho's eyes are glued to his cum stained figure and his cock twitches. Seonghwa lets his hands run over Jongho to help him relax a little bit before he starts to undress him.

Jongho makes his way to Yunho to sit on his lap. Yunho wraps his arms around him, smearing cum on the younger boy.

Jongho shoves his head in Yunho’s neck as he starts to grind himself on Yunho’s cock. San looks at Yunho in amazement. He can’t believe that Yunho is still as hard as before, his erection never going down.

He turns his attention to Yeosang who is stroking his cock as he’s watching the two boys in the center of the circle they’ve created, “Look at our pretty whores.”

Jongho let out a loud moan at San’s words. He turned to look at them and saw San’s hand making his way down Yeosang’s abs down to grip onto his cock.

Jongho's eyes were shifting to each member as he saw them each with either theirs or another, cock in their hand. Jongho’s body suddenly stiffened as he thrashed harshly as Yunho took hold of his ass and began thrusting along with Jongho.

Mingi who had previously just been with Yunho cocked his head at the sight in front of him. His cock was throbbing and deep moans spilled out his swollen lips as he harshly jerked himself off.

Wooyoung let out pathetic whimpers as his eyes were glued to Mingi who was next to him. His eyes were glossy and his eyes were begging for Mingi to touch him. Wooyoung took hold of Mingi’s hand and almost started crying with relief at the friction.

In turn, Mingi did the same. He grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and wrapped it around his leaking cock. Mingi thrust himself into Wooyoung’s hand and before he knew it, ropes of cum squirted onto Jongho’s ass.

Jongho felt the hot cum squirt on his ass and soon after he felt it once again, and turned to see Wooyoung with tears falling down his red cheeks, “Pleaseplease fuck! M-Mingi fuck! F-Feels so good!”

Jongho suddenly got overwhelmed. Yunho’s touch feels 10x stronger and he cums. Yunho lets out another sob and he can’t stop the tears that begin to spill from his eyes as he cums for the third time.

Jongho and Yunho’s cum mixes together and Jongho lets himself back onto his knees and Hongjoong makes his way in front of Jongho and pushes his head down so he could swiftly push his cock past his pretty lips.

Until now, Hongjoong had stayed mostly quiet, only softly jerking himself as he watched the rest of his members, but Hongjoong became restless.

Jongho gripped Hongjoong’s thigh as he began to thrust into his mouth. Jongho let out choked noises but further tilted his head to take more of Hongjoong’s cock.

From behind him, he felt something slide between his ass, and then he heard Yeosang’s voice, “S‘alright. Not gonna fuck you. At least not today…”

With that, Yeosang started thrusting himself between Jongho's ass in time with Hongjoongs.

Jongho's choked moans and groans were vibrating against Hongjoong’s cock. Jongho had his eyes glued on both Hongjoong and Yeosang who were above them, and he let out a loud sob when Yeosang pulled Hongjoong in for a long kiss.

Jongho watched with droopy eyes as Hongjoong shoved his tongue into Yeosang’s throat. As their make out got more intense, so did both of their thrusts. Jongho's eyes were watering and he was gagging as Hongjoong’s cock continuously slammed against the back of his throat.

An accidental swallow around Hongjoong’s cock was the final trigger and his cum shot down Jongho's throat. As he came down from his high he pulled away from Yeosang and slowly pulled out of Jongho's mouth, with a string of saliva connecting the two.

Yeosang turns around when he hears a chorus of groans and sees Wooyoung attaching his lips to Yunho.

Yeosang is watching with a flushed expression as Wooyoung is licking and sucking all the cum off of Yunho’s cock, thighs, stomach, and chest.

Wooyoung let’s out content hums as he makes his way up Yunho’s body, making sure not to miss a drop of cum on the way,

“Such a cum slut.” San laughs condescendingly at Wooyoung, “then, when Yeosang is finished, why don’t you go and help clean Jongho up?”

Wooyoung eagerly nodded and turned his attention to Yeosang, “H-Hyung, please! Cum. Please cum! I-I’ll be a good boy and clean it all up for you!”

Yeosang lets out a shaky laugh, “Y-Yeah? You’ll clean up Jongho like a good boy? Like a good little cum slut?”

“Yeah- y-yours. Your cum slut.” Yeosang let out a deep groan at Wooyoung’s words and he finally let himself cum. He smirked slightly in between his deep moans and grunts as he made sure to cover Jongho‘s ass, and even slightly lower to his balls, with cum.

As soon as Wooyoung could tell Yeosang was done, he pushed him to the side and immediately made contact with his ass.

At first Jongho was fine. It was only on his cheeks that Wooyoung had been so eagerly licking the cum off, but then he pulled away and before he knew it, he took the entirety of Jongho‘s cock in his mouth, taking the last bit of cum off of it.

Jongho squeezed his eyes shut and his entire body spasmed as Wooyoung spread Jongho open and licked and sucked around his rim, “Woo! Ah- fuck!” And without any warning, Jongho came for the second time.

Wooyoung’s eyes widened and he somehow managed to place Jongho‘s cock in his mouth to catch the rest of his cum.

Jongho was completely exhausted. He was leaning most of his weight on Wooyoung who held onto him tightly.

Yunho was spaced out with heavy breaths as Mingi carefully played with his hair.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong had gotten up to get washcloths and bottles of water to help clean the rest of the members up.

Seonghwa passed a washcloth to a couple different members so they could help each other. Mingi gently ran the washcloth over Yunho’s face to wipe his rosey tear stained cheeks then over his stomach and thighs to clean him up as much as possible.

Wooyoung was ever so gently cleaning Jongho because of how worn out and sensitive he was, and San and Yeosang were both lying across the sofas with a dreamlike gaze on their face.

“Thank you San. It was fun…” Yunho mumbled as him and Mingi walked off to his room to take probably the best sleep he’d get in weeks.

“Maybe next time we’ll have even more fun… what do you say, Jongho?” Wooyoung ran his fingers through his hair as Jongho laughed softly as he nodded.

San was already most definitely thinking about the next time something like this could happen… he was just dying to absolutely ruin one of his pretty friends.

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