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Little flower | Mafia!Seonghwa x reader

Pairing: Mafia leader! Seonghwa x reader

a/n: requested by _starmmi_, I don’t frequent mafia fics so apologies for any inaccuracies 😭

Summary: You’d just moved into the big city for work, but crime rates are through the roof and the whole place is run by one of the most powerful mafia groups. One night you’re almost mugged, but you’re saved by an unlikely figure who takes an interest in you.

Tags/warnings: MDNI, intimidation/threats but no harm depicted, slight angst then comfort, rich!Seonghwa prepared to spoil reader, yandere!seonghwa (instantly obsessed with reader), slight manipulation, breeding kink(breeding talk and impregnation), pet names (Flower, dove, darling), fingering, unprotected sex, praise

Disclaimer: not meant to represent him as like this irl or condone these behaviours irl, goon responsibly

word count: 3k

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You wrap your arms tighter around your shivering form as you hurry down the sidewalk, cursing your past self for not grabbing a coat. The night air is crisp against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake with every step. You were usually home much earlier than this, but work ran late and now you were walking home in the dark.

With only a few blocks left to your apartment, your pace quickens, eager to get out of the streets this late at night. Yet your ears perk when suddenly there’s a slight shuffle behind you. You don’t dare turn back, opting to keep your head down and walk on. Wrong choice.

A masked man jumps out from the next alleyway, you try to turn and run, only to find another one behind you. In an instant they’ve grabbed your arms, yanking you into the darkness. A scream erupts from your throat, but a gloved hand is quick to clamp over your mouth.

“Empty her pockets”, a gruff voice spits, holding you tightly as you attempt to squirm out of their grip.

You shake your head profusely, “I don’t have anything!”, you cry out, still muffled behind the hand. They ignore your words, patting your pockets for the slightest loose change.

“Bullshit!”, the man growls as he fishes your wallet out of your jeans. Your heart jumps into your throat as they chuckle sadistically.

“We don’t like to be lied to.” The other snarls in your ear. You squeeze your eyes shut, fearful of what’s to come.

“Gentleman!”, a voice booms from the entrance of the alley. The two men immediately drop your arms, turning to the source of the noise.

“Did I teach you to go around roughing up women like some second-rate con men?”, He chides, stepping forward. The men cower like dogs, and you know instantly he must be their leader.

“No, boss.” The once burly man almost whimpers, unable to meet his steely glare.

“Drop her wallet and get out of my sight!”, he sneers,” If I catch you doing some shit like this again, it won’t be a warning.”

With a chorus of “yes boss, sorry boss.” your wallet is gingerly placed back in your hands and the two men scurry off into the night. You sink to the ground, fear pumping through your veins.

“Are you alright?”, your saviour asks, kneeling next to you. At this distance, you can finally get a good look at him, and your heart skips a beat. You expected the mafia boss to be some wizened old man, not the slick back heartthrob in front of you.

Overcome with emotion, you’re at a loss for words. Stammering, you don’t even register the relief flooding through you until the tears start cascading down your cheeks.

“You poor thing”, the man sighs, a gloved hand coming up to gently wipe away your tears. “I don’t know why they’d be trying to bother a pretty flower like you”, he tuts, eyes darkening as he thinks of your attackers.

“Thank you”, you whimper, shivering against the cold brick of the wall beyond you. He quickly takes notice and sheds his coat, wrapping it around you. The fabric is silky smooth, unlike anything you’ve felt before.

“There’s no need to thank me”, he shakes his head with a smirk. Gracefully he stands up, reaching out a hand to you. “Come on.”

Wordlessly, you take his hand and electricity passes between your fingertips. He pulls you close to him and begins guiding you out of the alley. Gently purring on the street sits a slick black car, luxurious and shiny with tinted windows. He quickly opens the passenger side door, and beckons you in.

He exudes the aura of a hard-cut diamond, expensive and dangerous. His dress shirt is rolled up at each sleeve, revealing toned arms. He watches your eyes intently as if trying to figure out your next move.

“I don't even know your name”, you choke out, gaze darting between the plush seats and the handsome stranger. Sure he saved you from robbers, but that didn't mean all his intentions were pure.

His eyebrows shoot up at your words, shocked yet bemused,

“You must be new in town?”, he chuckles, leaning against the car.

“Park Seonghwa,” The name rolls off his plush lips like a title, filled with connotation that he's not to be messed with. “And you?”, he questions, catching you off guard.

“Y/N”, you murmur, finally daring to meet his gaze.

A glint of interest flickers in his eye as he nods, committing you to memory.

“A beautiful name”, he purrs, “Now that we’re acquainted-” he pats the hood of the car, gesturing to the seat. Everything in you is saying to run, to make an excuse, anything.

So it's unfathomable why you find yourself stepping into his car, settling into the soft seat. He quickly closes your door, making brisk strides around to ease into the driver's side.

Once he gets in, his eyes trail across your shaking form. “Poor little dove”, he coos, reaching out to stroke your cheek once more. “It's too dangerous for you in a city like this”, he scolds, “you need to be kept safe, locked away.” His knuckles tighten on the steering wheel as he begins driving.

“I can handle myself,” you scoff at his words, crossing your arms.

“You couldn't handle two low-level goons”, he fires back, and you can't say he's wrong.

“But you're adorable when you're indignant anyway”, he smirks at your pout.

“I think I'll keep you.” He says it so casually you don't even register his words for a moment.

“Keep me?” you repeat quietly, thinking you surely must have heard him wrong.

“Keep you safe, housed in my villa”, he clarifies as if that made it better. Although it kind of did.

“You won't ever need for anything again, a gorgeous flower like you deserves the lap of luxury”, he begins to ramble, the car drives past your apartment and keeps going.

“Aren't we moving rather fast-”, you stammer out, he quickly interrupts.

“You need me.” he insists gruffly, “this place is full of insane convicts and I know because I employ half of them. Imagine if I wasn't there just now to save you!” he lets out a dry laugh.

“You don’t have to worry anymore,” he speaks firmly, “You'll be untouchable in this smoking crater of a city, because you'll be my darling little wife.” he's entrenched in his fantasy, eyes darting to you hungrily in the mirror.

“If anybody tries to even get close to you-”, he trails off in a deep growl. You feel almost crazy for it but the tamber in his voice sends shivers through your body, flooding down below.

Sure he was being rather brusque, but being set for life when it came to safety and money sounded rather nice, not to mention he was obviously handsome. “I have always wanted a big wedding”, you mumble, shocked at yourself for considering the idea.

His eyes light up at your words, “Darling, you can spend a million on just the dress if you want. We’ll have the whole city in attendance, you just say the word”, A grin tugs at his lips as he speeds up the car.

“What about all my stuff back at my place?”, you question, thinking of your well-worn clothes.

“Buy new ones”, he casually shrugs as if it's obvious, “in the morning we’ll go shopping, get you a whole new wardrobe and whatever else.”

“Tonight, though, I’m gonna make you mine”, he growls, practically licking his lips as he tries to balance watching the road and staring at you.

The car pulls up to a massive gate which opens instantly, giving way to a long winding driveway. Up at the top is a building you can only describe as massive.

“Welcome home darling”, he coos, drinking up your shocked expression. He parks the car in a garage amongst many others, and quickly steps out to take your hand. He holds you closely, as if you’ll slip away from his grasp if he lets you stray too far. “I’ll show you our bedroom”, he purrs in your ear, emphasising the plural.

Suddenly you’re whisked away, roaming through ornate halls filled with priceless art and antiques. Seonghwa navigates the maze-like pattern seamlessly and pulls you into a large room

A velvety bed sits in the middle, and he practically throws you on it, eyes dark. You bounce off the plush material, landing splayed out like a marionette.

“Gonna make you all mine”, he grunts, taking off his tie. As his shirt falls slack, you catch a glimpse of his toned chest, already slick with anticipation.

He crawls onto the bed, almost drooling as he stares you down. His gaze is intense, sharp.

Despite yourself, you reach out to touch his face, familiarising yourself with the sharp curves of his features. He leans into the touch like a dog, obsessed. Your thumb pads over his plump lips and suddenly he's on you, lips smashed into yours.

He kisses you ferociously, tongue sliding across your lips and taking no time to force its way into your mouth. You can't help the whimper that escapes your throat but he hungrily swallows it.

“I wanna hear all the pretty noises you make, darling”, he groans, pleading eyes staring at you with adoration. He's quick to remove his jacket from you, throwing it somewhere in the room.

His careful hands run up and down the sides of your body, teasing at the edges of your clothes but not daring to make a move.

“It's like unwrapping a Christmas gift,” he mutters, stopping to palm his bulge through his pants. You try to start wiggling out of your outfit but he's quick to stop you, restraining your hands above your head.

“You just lie here and look pretty”, he growls, “I’ll take care of you.”

You nod, flustered, and he slowly but surely starts dragging your pants down your thighs. His breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you, helpless and exposed. He takes off each article of clothing gradually, like a museum proctor examining precious items.

“I already knew you were gorgeous, but this is just icing on the cake”, he sighs out, in awe of your form. His hands move to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands and watching for a reaction. You squirm under his touch, and he loves the sight. “You're ravishing”, he gasps, leaning in to press soft kisses against your skin. “This perfect body was made for me,” he whispers between kisses.

He steps away for only a moment to shed more clothing, gloves and shirt being discarded, kicked across the room. As he returns to you, his fingers find their way to your dripping hole.

“Look at all this mess down here”, he smirks, running the wetness around your entrance.

“You need me, don't you my little flower”, he taunts, fingertips just barely entering your hot centre.

“Say it.”, he growls, palming your pussy with his large hand.

“I need you”, you whimper out, blissful under his touch. His eyes almost roll back at your words, biting his lip as he tries to keep his composure.

“Again”, he grunts out, forehead touching yours as he looms over you.

“I need you Seonghwa”, you moan out, and instantly he crumbles. One arm is lifting your leg into the air while the other delves into your pussy, pumping two fingers slowly inside.

“I know darling, I'm gonna give you all of me”, his words come out in choked moans as he feels your wetness gush around his fingers. He slides in and out, obsessing over the feeling of your soft walls contracting around his digits. The thought of that same sensation on his cock makes his head spin.

He quickens the pace of his fingers, pumping in and out of you just to watch how you writhe and twitch, how your eyes flutter closed as moan after moan falls from your pretty lips.

“Gotta get you stretched out so you can take this dick”, he coos, scissoring his long fingers inside of you. Your legs kick as pleasure flows through you, but he presses a firm hand over you, a silent command to stay exactly where you were.

A white hot ball of tension begins to build in your stomach as his skilled fingers dip in and out of you, muttering praises as he watches, entranced by your pussy. Suddenly a hard slap comes down on it, sending vibrations from your clit to your damp hole. You whimper, unconsciously grabbing at his arm to his amusement.

“My little dove, I own you”, he growls, shifting position to where your hips are lifted from the bed and he’s finger-banging into you. Your back arches as you lean into his touch, chasing the orgasm he’s so eager to provide.

Your loud moans and wet sounds echo in the massive room, you’ve got no care for volume though as you sink further into the soft pillows, squirming at his touch.

It takes only a few more pumps for you to freeze, choking out, “Hwa, I’m cumming!” in gasping breaths. He groans heavily at your words, speaking up his finger work to bring you right to the edge.

“Cum for me, darling, cum on our bed”, he snarls, drinking in your pleasure. His words are enough to push you over the brink, and suddenly you’re pressing your legs together as your orgasm washes over you. Seonghwa watches in pure ecstasy, glassy eyes trailing over your body. “I wanna memorise that visual”, he sighs, still playing with your sopping cunt:

As you finally come down from the high, he just leans over you, softly kissing your head. “Now, I’m gonna fertilise that pussy”, he smirks at your convulsing hole. He wriggles out of his pants, finally revealing his aching cock that had been yearning for you for the past hour.

As he gets back on top, his twitching member brushes against your hole. He pays it no mind, though, capturing you in a sweet long kiss. A purposeful move. So that when his cock rammed into you, you'd be moaning into his mouth. The head of his cock pushes into your silky walls with ease, letting a deep moan exit your lips as he hip-rolls into you.

He stretches you out, walls fluttering to accommodate his length. “You're so tight around me baby, so perfect”, he stutters, eyes glued to the conjunction where his massive cock broke you open.

As his thrusts become rhythmic, his head pressed to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings. “You’ll look so good with that pregnancy glow”, he whimpers, eyes rolling back as he envisions it. “Roaming around our house, carrying our baby.” The thought of it elicits a growl from him as he picks up the pace, dick slamming into your pussy.

His words are lost on you as you only manage to moan incoherently, legs wrapping around his body as he pulses inside of you. His head nuzzles into your shoulder to quell to rough gasps and moans that leave his mouth at the feeling of your insides.

“Gonna fill you up”, he growls into your ear, “I’ll make a mess inside this pretty little hole”, his grunts turn into moans as your walls clamp around him. His tip hammering against your cervix, you lie there, head thrown back, mouth agape, as he pounds deeper and deeper into you.

Without warning, he lifts both of your legs, folding them against your chest. The new position lets his dick enter even deeper than before and it’s enough to make you unravel on the spot. A mewl curls out of you as your climax squirts out, dampening the mattress. The look in Seonghwa’s eyes is near deranged as he’s showered with your juices.

“Look at the mess you’re making for me”, he growls, punctuating each word with a rough thrust back inside you. “All for me”, he repeats over and over, making sure you know who you belong to. “Nobody else could make you cum like this, Nobody.” he rambles off, pressing wet kisses across your face.

His thrusts soon become sloppy, digging into you at any angle he could. His breath ran ragged as he fought to keep his eyes open and watch you taking him. “I’m gonna fill you up, darling”, he spurts out, grip tightening on your hips to throw you back against him.

“Fill me”, you whine out, and he growls at your words.

He puts all the last of his energy into pounding his orgasm into you, when the ropes of cum start to shoot out he only keeps going. “We gotta get it deep in there, darling, so you can give me an heir”, he coos, keeping your hips lifted so his climax stays pooling inside you.

Finally, he collapses against you, dick still twitching inside. Like a light switch, he’s back to gentle, kissing your forehead and humming about what a good job you did.

“Tomorrow, I’ll have a bassinet flown in from Milan”, he smirks.

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Kinktober Day 7 - Yandere!Fae King!Seonghwa + Queen & Praise

@stopaskinf Said: Yandere royal fae seonghwa with Queen and praise 🫶 A/n: I kinda went wild with this one.... whoops lmfaoooooo but in my defence, Hwa is one of my muses and this could have been even longer still... It did become longer lmaooo, I added more even after I originally finished this prompt cause I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's intense, but in a good way. All I'm gonna say is: Yan!Fae King!Hwa is a BEAST 🤭 Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features, Minor Angst to start, Squirting, Oral (fem. rec)... There's a lot :) Word Count: 7,004 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

“My Queen,” A pleased hum escapes honeyed lips. “I’m so glad that you could join me.”

His eyes are sharp as they watch your every movement at the edge of the sacred pool. The crystalline water is as still as stone, even as a gentle breeze drifts through the surrounding forest. Behind him, a soft waterfall feeds into the spring, flowing from the surrounding cliff face.

Seonghwa’s long, wet hair is pushed away from his face, silver droplets of water beading against his skin. Dark eyes glint with affection as he meets your gaze, gently treading the water and awaiting for you to submerge yourself inside of the sacred pool with him. A ritual which he has waited far too long to complete with you at his side.

Cautiously, you dip a toe into the water. 

While Seonghwa has already stripped himself of any offending materials that would hide him from you, the only thing bare about you seems to be your feet. However, the moment your skin breaches the surface, you seem to grimace, retracting your foot and taking a small step backwards.

Seonghwa frowns, his head tilting slightly in concern.

“Why do you hesitate, My Beauty?” The slow trickle of water sliding off of his skin cascades into the pool below as he stands to his full height. The smooths planes of his chest are on full display, the depth of the pool just covering him below the waist as he slowly begins to make his way towards you. “Do you not wish to join me?”

“I do!” Your words come out a little rushed, eyes going wide. “I just-“

The way your voice seems to catch in your throat, whole body deflating as you sigh has his frown deepening.

“Is something the matter?” By now, he’s reached the edge of the pool. Tilting his head up, his dark eyes meet your own once again. Nothing but concern resides within. The way you seem to shrink further in on yourself the closer he gets only serves to make his heart ache.

Something is wrong, and he will do everything in his power to find out what.

Standing on that little ledge, you avoid his gaze. Your hands wring themselves together in front of your body, shuffling from foot to foot. Blinking, you exhale a soft sigh through your nose.

“Seonghwa,” Briefly, your eyes dart to his own before averting them to the side once more. “Why are we doing this?”

Your question catches him completely off guard. “What do you mean, My Love?”

You hesitate, pursing your lips.

“I mean,” You let out another soft sigh, turning your head to the side. “Why me?”

Seonghwa blinks. “Why not you, My Love?”

Again, you seem to fidget in your spot, refusing to meet his gaze. The way you remain silent sparks a memory inside of his mind. He’s only ever seen you act like this twice before, and each time resulted in him gladly lathering his hands in the blood of those vile creatures that sought to deceive you.

“Who told you more lies about yourself?” Seonghwa sees red, lips curling over fangs in a snarl.

Your eyes go wide, finally turning to meet his sharp gaze. “No one told me-“

“Who?” His voice booms out across the forest, a flock of birds taking off in the distance.

You flinch back, breath catching in your throat.

Immediately, his expression softens, features losing the intense shadows that have fallen across his face.

“I deeply apologize, My Love.” He reaches out gently for you, taking your hand into his own. “I did not mean to frighten you.”

You shake your head, your lower lip beginning to wobble as tears line your vision.

Painfully, Seonghwa’s heart squeezes in his chest. The very last thing he ever wants to do is make you fear him. He is meant to protect you. To hold your heart in his hands just as you hold his in your own. There is nothing that he wouldn’t do for you, and the last thing he ever wants is to make you upset.

“My Love, please do not cry.” With ease, he pushes himself out of the pool and onto the ledge you’re standing on. Water drips onto the earth as his arms surround you, your legs soon giving out as you both sink to the ground. “I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you. The mere thought of anyone feeding you filth about yourself makes me want to tear apart their very souls.”

“I know, Seonghwa,” you hiccup lightly, wiping at your eyes. “I just-“

Your breath catches once more, and he brings a hand up to cup the side of your face. Gently, he guides your gaze to his, wiping at your tears as he waits for you to collect your thoughts.

“I still don’t understand why you could ever want me.” Your words are but a mere whisper on your lips, but it’s as if they are a loud siren ringing inside of his head. “I’m not like you. I’m not menacing, or powerful. Hell, I’m not even that pretty. I’m only human, and yet you want me? I don’t know why you’ve always been so adamant about me. I’m not anything special.”

The way you avert your gaze as you speak those final words has his heart aching inside of his chest.

Gently, he pulls you in closer, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek.

“My Love, will you please look at me?” Seonghwa keeps his tone soft, eyes flitting over every inch of your features as he studies you before him.

Cautiously, you flick your gaze over to his own.

“Would I ever lie to you?”

You blink, brow furrowing lightly as you sniffle. “You can’t lie.”

“My point exactly. I cannot lie. Nor would I ever want to when it comes to you.” He replies earnestly, staring deeply into your eyes. “Every moment you have spent with me, I feel as if I have been reborn anew. I could get lost in the way your mind stimulates my own. You aren’t afraid to tell me off when I’m being a ‘nincompoop’,” you chuckle at that, “and I could never get mad at you for that. You are the one person I could listen to without question. The one person who has touched my very soul. No one else can say that. You are my choice, and I would never choose otherwise. To me, you are perfect. Flaws you believe you have are simply what makes you, you.”

Your expression softens, a fresh onset of tears lining your eyes.

“I will never let anyone fill your mind with such poisonous thoughts. There is nothing I am not willing to do for you. If anyone so much as questions you, or doubts my choice, then I will not hesitate to dispose of them in the most brutal ways I know how.” Both of his hands are now cupping the sides of your face, forehead coming to rest upon your own. “So what if you are a human? You are still braver, stronger, more intelligent, and unbelievably more incredible than half of the fae that live under us. Not to mention how you’re the most stunningly beautiful woman I know.”

“There is no one else in this world that I would rather have as my queen other than you.” He tilts his head forward slightly, brushing his nose against your own. “Whether still human or soon to be fae, you will always and forever be My Queen. My one and only queen. The only one I will ever want. The only one I will ever need. I love you. I love you, and nothing - no one - will ever change that.”

Your breath catches in your throat, swallowing thickly as his words wash over you. The sincerity alone that you can see shining within his dark gaze says it all, and you cannot help the way your heart positively flutters.

“Seonghwa,” The call of his name is but a tender whisper upon your lips. “I love you, too.”

The curl of his lips upwards is nothing but loving as he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks. A moment later, and he closes the distance between the two of you, kissing you softly. The way your hand comes up to cup his own cheek has him humming against you, pulling you in closer.

“Now,” He mumbles out, flicking his tongue teasingly over your bottom lip. “Will you join me, My Queen?”

You pull away, wiping the tears that linger from your face. A soft smile rests on your lips as you trace your hand down his neck and lightly over his chest. “With pleasure, My King.”

The way he shivers beneath your touch says it all.

Leaning in to place one final kiss to your cheek, Seonghwa slides back into the sacred pool. His eyes never leave your figure as you stand back to your feet, gaze hooding over as he sees you reach for the hem of your shirt.

He licks his lips, cock twitching in anticipation.

Long since has he desired you. Long since has he wished for this day, and now that it is finally here, he plans on taking his time with you. No longer shall you doubt his affections for you. No longer will you question your beauty. Once he’s done with you, you will be his, and he will finally be yours.

“My Beauty,” he hums, noticing the way you seem to still hesitate to remove your clothing. “Never be afraid to reveal yourself to me. There is not a part you that is unloved by me.”

Subtly, your hands tighten over your shirt. A movement his eager eyes catch in the sunlight that filters through the surrounding trees. Seonghwa cannot help the way his breathing deepens, hands lightly skimming the water surrounding him in attempts to release some of the tension from his body. It’s taking everything within himself right now not to jump you, to tear your clothes from your flesh and ravage you like he’s long since desired.

His jaw clenches, cock twitching once more.

The slight hitch in his breath is audible even to you as you finally remove the material of your shirt. The way he’s staring at you, eyes dark and predatory, his chest heaving with every breath through his parted lips, makes you shiver. You cannot help the way you swallow thickly, shifting to cover your arms over your body.

A low growl escapes him, those same shadows falling over his features as he tilts his head the slightest bit forward. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me, My Queen. I want to see every delectable inch of you.” 

A deep rumble fills the air. A tone you’ve never heard him use before with you. It makes you shiver, heart stuttering excitedly in your chest. You can feel your whole body heating as he continues to stare at you with such a ravenous hunger held within his gaze.

Slowly, you lower your arms.

“That’s it,” He purrs, sinking back beneath the water so that only his head is visible. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, tongue darting out to wet your lips. “If you say so, then it must be true.”

“My Queen,” A devilish grin stretches across his features, eyes glinting as your fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants. “Would I ever lie to you?”

The soft upturn of your lips as you shake your head says it all.

Seonghwa’s grin stretches wider across his face, tongue flicking over the bottom of his fangs. Carefully, he kneels on the bottom of the pool, cock throbbing beneath the water. With every inch of your bare skin that you expose, his hands twitch, body beginning to shake in need. The longer he goes without touching you, without feeling your body pressed against his own, the closer his sanity gets to snapping.

The moment your pants drop, the material pooling around your ankles, a curse in the old tongue escapes him. He tosses his head back, eyes fluttering closed briefly as he takes a deep breath in in an attempt to steady himself.

His hand settles over his cock.

“My Queen,” The title is but a moan against his lips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Slowly, he begins stroking himself, cock twitching in his grip. His eyes never leave your figure for one second, not wanting to miss a single movement of your body. Your bare skin beckons him, begging for him to touch, and cover you in his marks.

The small, bashful smile he can see playing at your lips has him squeezing his hand firmly around the base of his cock.

“Fuck- you’re so beautiful,” He pants, leaning back slightly in the water to admire you. “Just the sight of you alone makes me want to come undone. You make me so unbelievably hard, My Love.”

A soft giggle fills the air, setting his heart racing. He cannot prevent the low groan from escaping his throat as he sees you step in closer to the edge of the pool. The way your one hand comes up to slip a finger teasingly beneath the band of your bra makes his head spin.

“I cannot wait to have my hands all over you,” He sighs, eyes nearly fluttering at the mere thought as he slowly strokes over his cock. “I promise to show you a pleasure unimaginable, My Love.”

“You please me just by being you, you nincompoop.” You grin, toeing the edge of the pool.

“There she is.” A pleased laugh escapes him, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “There’s the queen I know and love.”

Slowly, you lower yourself onto the ledge, dipping your feet into the water. Your hands rest beside you on the rocks to steady you, glancing up to see Seonghwa stalking towards you.

The moment you submerge even just a part of yourself into the sacred pool, it’s as if the water becomes crystal clear. Your breath hitches as you catch sight of his hard cock practically throbbing between his legs, the tip an angry red.

“The feeling is very much mutual, My Queen,” He purrs, sliding his hands teasingly up the back of your calves. Extending his claws, he lets them dance along your skin before his fingers are hooking beneath your knees. A blink, and he pulls you flush against him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he rests his forehead against your own. “Your mere existence in my life is the most wondrous thing I have ever had the pleasure to experience.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, hands immediately finding purchase on his shoulders. His eyes seem to flash at your touch, shivering beneath your hold as you trail your fingers up his neck. Delicately, you cup his face, your breathing deepening as anticipation claws at your stomach.

A shiver caresses your spine as you feel him slide the claws of his one hand delicately up your side. Teasingly, he slips a finger beneath the band of your bra.

Seonghwa looks down briefly before darting his gaze back to your own. “May I?”

You nod, already feeling breathless just from such a simple touch. “You may.”

Without wasting a single moment, Seonghwa snaps the band of your bra. You barely even register how quickly he tears the offensive material off of your skin, the movements too quick for your eyes to follow.

A low, appreciative moan escapes him as his hands come up to cup your breasts.

“Fuck- you have such pretty tits, My Love.” He squeezes your flesh appreciatively, and you can feel the way his cock twitches against your core. Humming contently, he pushes them together, burying his face in your breasts and inhaling deeply. “You smell incredible.”

A pleasant shiver caresses your spine, hand coming up to thread lightly through his hair. A small smile toys at your lips, pushing your chest further into him as he nuzzles against you.

“All for you, My King.” You sigh, your eyelashes fluttering in bliss.

The low, rumbling growl that shakes his chest can be felt against your own. His dark eyes glance upwards to meet your own as his fangs flash.

“Mine.” He snarls, sinking his teeth into the swell of your breast, directly over your heart.

A loud moan escapes you, arching immediately into his touch. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging gently at the stands as you feel him growling against your skin. Your legs tighten around his waist as you feel him pull his head back only to begin laving his tongue over the fresh bite in the next second.

“Mmmh,” he hums, nuzzling your breast affectionately with his nose. “I can never get enough of you.”

Gently, his tongue flicks over the wound, staunching the bleeding with his magic. Tenderly, he admires you, thumbs beginning to circle over your nipples as his eyes hood over. Again, he squeezes your breasts, lips parting at the feel of them in his hands.

Rolling your hips against his own, you decide that two can play at this game.

The groan he lets out is music to your ears.

Finally, you release the hold you have on his hair, dragging your nails down the front of his chest. The way you feel him shiver beneath your touch has your lips twitching upwards smugly. Only, that smirk is immediately wiped off of your features as you feel him steal your lips with his own.

The kiss is desperate, his tongue delving into your mouth and needing to feel your own. His hips roll into your own, creating a steady pace as his one hand slips behind your back.

He pulls you closer, claws pricking against your skin.

“Do you have-“ he parts from you only briefly, “any idea-“ his fangs nip your bottom lip, “how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

His lips are back on yours, kissing you like you are the very air he needs to breathe. Slowly, steadily, he begins leaning you back over the rocks you rest upon, hovering over you as he greedily swallows all of your sounds.

“Long since-“ he pants, beginning to kiss down along your jaw, “have I dreamt-“ he nips at the skin of your neck, grinding himself against you once more, “of claiming you as my own.”

A loud whine of his name escapes you as you keen beneath his touch.

“That’s it, My Queen,” He hums, tracing his hands lovingly over your sides as he begins to kiss down your body. “Tell everyone who you belong to. Tell the universe who your eternal servant is. Cry out my name as I finally make you mine.”

You arch into his touch, eyes squeezing shut as you moan. His lips ignite a fire beneath your skin, tracing a path over the swells of your breasts until he wraps his lips around one of your nipples. Gently, he begins to suck on that pert little bud, his fangs teasingly scraping against the sensitive skin.

His cock throbs as you writhe beneath his touch, chest rumbling in contentment. His dark gaze watches your every movement, eyes locked on your every expression as he releases your one nipple with a wet pop. No time is wasted before he’s laving his tongue across your skin, eagerly moving to suck your other nipple into his mouth.

He hums, flicking his tongue over the pert bud.

Your hand returns to his hair, pulling him in closer against you as your hips shift against his own. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and from the way you feel him smile against your skin, you can just tell that he can hear how it beats for him.

“My Seonghwa,” Your voice is but a pleased, airy hum. “My King.”

A snarl unlike anything you’ve ever heard before escapes him.

“That’s right, My Queen,” He places a final kiss to your nipple, grinning widely against your skin. “I am yours. I will always and forever only be yours.”

You practically purr down at him, eyes hooded in pleasure. “Mine.”

Seonghwa’s hips jerk against you, a shameless moan falling from his lips. His breathing deepens, low growls escaping him with every exhale as he continues to make his way down your body. His claws gently scrape against your skin, biting and sucking his marks into you as he slowly settles between your legs.

“I belong to you, My Queen.” The intensity of his dark gaze takes your breath away. “I always have, and I always will.”

Tenderly, he places a kiss directly over your clothed clit, humming as his eyes flutter in bliss. His fingertips trace up your thighs, admiring every inch of skin presented to him, and loving how you feel pressed against him. 

Turning his head, he begins to nibble at your inner thigh. Kisses are placed meticulously over such sensitive skin, tongue coming out to flick over each new mark he gives you. His touch is gentle as he settles your thighs over his shoulders, nuzzling closer and closer to your core as he slips his hands beneath your ass.

His eyes fall shut, inhaling deeply. A shudder wracks his entire body, lips parting as he begins to pant once more.

“Your scent is intoxicating, My Love.” A gentle confession as he noses along your clothed slit. His tongue darts out to flick against your panties, and he moans, whole body shaking in need. Not even a moment later, his eyes are flashing open, a desperation you’ve never seen before shining within. “Let me devour you.”

With those words, he shreds through your panties, burying his face between your legs.

The most guttural groan escapes him as he drags his tongue through your folds, the taste of you making his head spin. His grip tightens on your ass, claws pricking into your skin as he pulls you in closer to him. Lips press against your clit, kissing it gently before suckling eagerly at your precious little bud.

His hot breaths can be felt against your cunt as he rubs himself into you, his eyes fluttering with every drop of you he can taste on his tongue. For far too long he’s waited for this moment, and now that it’s here, he plans on savouring it. Not one part of you will go untouched - unloved - by him tonight, and as the sun arcs high across the sky, he knows that he has all the time in the world.

After all, he’s only just begun.

Slipping his hand from your ass, he guides his fingers up to part your folds. Eagerly, he thrusts his tongue into you as he opens you completely to him, his nose pressing firmly against your clit. He moans into you, swirling his tongue before he’s curling the muscle, flicking the tip against you as he presses in as deep as he can.

His eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your thighs beginning to tremble around his head. His nose slides over your clit as he drinks from you, desperately suckling every drop that pours from you and begins to drip down his chin.

Whimpers and whines of his name fall shamelessly from your lips, hand returning to tangle your fingers in his hair. The way you pull him in closer only causes him to let out a pleased snarl against your cunt. The feeling makes your whole body tremble, moans beginning to rise in pitch as he brings his lips back up to suckle on your clit.

Shaking his head back and forth a few times, Seonghwa begins to flick the tip of his tongue over your clit. The hand he has gripping your ass squeezes your flesh appreciatively once more, tugging you even closer to the edge of the pool. Carefully, he slides his touch along the underside of your thigh, slowly lifting his fingers from you to sneak them beneath the water.

A moan reverberates against you as he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself in time with his movements over your cunt. His chest heaves as he squeezes the base of his cock. He's already so close to tipping over the edge from your blissful cries, to the way your thighs threaten to close around his head at any moment. The way you feel dripping down his chin, your sweet nectar bathing his tongue as your scent begins to cover him has his cock twitching, his own body beginning to shake.

You can feel a tight pressure building within your abdomen, your walls beginning to rhythmically clench around nothing as your thighs tense. Your hips begin shifting over his lips, grinding against his face in time with his movements over you.

“Fuck- My King! Right there-“ A broken cry escapes you, eyes squeezing shut as he continues to desperately suck your clit between his lips. “You’re gonna make me-“

A loud whine escapes you, moans falling in succession as you tumble right over the edge. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whole body shaking as your back arches from the intensity of your orgasm. Desperately, your hands cling to his hair, fingers buried in his locks as you hold him to you.

A feral snarl greets your ears.

Without wasting a second, Seonghwa slips his tongue back down to your entrance. Only, this time, as he pushes the soft muscle into you, it doesn’t stop.

A scream of his name tears from your throat as you feel his tongue growing inside of you. The muscle thickens, the tip eagerly stroking along your sensitive walls as you come, your whole body shaking uncontrollably.

A stuttering moan escapes him, his eyes rolling as he buries his tongue within you. Finally, he no longer has to hold himself back, each exhale but a low growl as he feels your walls spasming around him. With every pulse of your warmth, every flutter of your cunt over him, his tongue grows, pushing deeper within you and filling you to the brim.

He jerks in his hand, deep, guttural moans reverberating against your cunt as he comes with you. The feeling of you surrounding him, of you crying out for him and him alone sends him right over the edge. His whole body shakes, heart close to bursting from how much love and desire floods his veins for you in this very moment.

Only now, he can never get enough.

“Oh… my fucking god!” You can barely prevent your eyes from rolling, that familiar pressure within your abdomen feeling as if it hasn’t receded in the slightest.

Whimpers and moans continue to fall from your lips, harmonizing along with his pleased growls as he massages the tip of his tongue against your inner walls. He seems to be drawing a pattern against your innermost sensitive spot, your breath stuttering with every press against you. You can feel yourself dangerously close to the edge once more, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath.

The moment he presses his thumb over your clit, circling that swollen little nub as his tongue continues to work inside of you, you scream. Your orgasm crashes into you, vision going white as you squirt all over his face. Your grip is like a vice, clinging to him as a lifeline as your whole body shakes in ecstasy.

The snarl that tears from his throat is nothing short of feral as he feels you flood his tongue. His whole body trembles alongside your own, the intensity and meaning of this moment washing over him as he finishes spelling his name in the old tongue deep within your cunt. He can feel his cock throbbing between his legs once more as he guides you through your high, each whimper and whine you give him causing an insurmountable sense of pride to swell within his chest.

Gently, he continues to circle your clit with his thumb as he begins to slowly retract his tongue. The way your breath stutters, high pitched moans still escaping you with every minuscule movement over your cunt causes the corners of his lips to twitch upwards. His hands are soon back on your thighs, lightly stroking his fingers over your skin to help ground you as you come back down to this moment here in time with him.

Finally, his tongue slides out of you.

“You don’t know-“ he breathes out, voice ragged as his chest heaves, “how fucking sexy that was.” His dark eyes flick to your own, laving his tongue teasingly over your cunt. “I want to make you do that again.” He flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit, loving how your whole body twitches in response. “I will make you do that again.”

“Seonghwa…” his name is but a breathless whine upon your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, My Queen, especially when you come for me.” He hums, continuing to clean you with his tongue. Not a single drop is meant to go to waste, and he makes sure of that. “You did so well for me.”

A pleased sigh falls from his lips as his eyes flutter shut, savouring this moment with you. He tilts his head to the side, gently resting against your thigh for the moment as his hands continue to rub tenderly against your skin.

Turning slightly, he places a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “Are you ready to become one with me, My Queen?”

The way he looks up at you through his lashes says it all. Nothing but tender love and devotion is held within his gaze, amongst something much darker. Something primal that sets your heart racing, yet still makes you feel safe and secure held within his arms.

A tender smile pulls at loving lips.

“I would love nothing more, My King.”

Seonghwa wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace. Gently, he submerges the both of you beneath the sacred pool, nothing but your heads kept above the water. His grip is firm, one hand squeezing your ass while the other supports your back. The feeling of you wrapping your legs around his waist has his cock twitching against your core, a low, pleased growl escaping him.

Slowly, he turns toward the waterfall.

“I love you,” His hand comes up to tenderly cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin.

You smile, mirroring his actions. “I love you.”

Leaning forward, Seonghwa presses his lips to yours. His movements are slow, wanting to savour this moment, as well as the feeling of you in his arms. The way your bare skin feels pressing right up against his own is making his head spin, anticipation clawing at his stomach.

Pulling away, he rests his forehead against your own.

A soft gasp escapes him as he feels you reach down between your bodies, grasping his cock in your hand. His eyes flutter as you begin stroking him slowly, squeezing your hand over the head of his cock a few times before circling over it with your fist.

Lining him up with your entrance, you make sure you’re staring deeply into his eyes. Teasingly, you drag the tip of his cock through your folds, moaning lowly as you bump the head against your clit a few times.

His breathing deepens, eyes the darkest shade of brown you’ve ever seen as he stares intently at you. He doesn’t want to miss a single movement, a single expression you’re giving him as he prepares for the moment he’s been anticipating since he first laid eyes upon you.

“Become one with me, My King.” You breathe out, pushing just the tip of him against your entrance.

His heart soars, nothing but warmth and love flooding his veins.

“With pleasure, My Queen.” A low growl escapes him, tilting his head to rest his forehead against your own.

A soft gasp escapes you as you feel him beginning to push into you. The head of his cock parts your fold briefly before he’s pulling his hips back slightly only to roll them forward. With each movement, he sinks deeper and deeper inside of you, his hands squeezing your ass. You can feel his claws pricking at your skin, your arms settling around his shoulders to pull him in closer.

“You feel incredible around me.” He moans, chest heaving as he attempts to maintain some form of control over himself. “So fucking soft… and warm.”

A pleased hum escapes you, nudging his nose with your own as his eyes flutter. The way you can feel him practically pulsing within you as he bottoms out has your lips parting in a moan.

“Feel so full with you inside me.” You hum, fingers threading through the hair on the nape of his neck. “Like you were made for me.”

His hips jerk at your words, a devious smirk tugging at his lips. 

“I was.” His grip tightens on your ass, his hips rolling up into yours. “I was made for you, My Queen. To love you. To cherish you… To please you.”

Again, he rocks himself into you, grinding his hips against you as he presses you firmly against himself.

Your eyes flutter shut, lips parting in another moan.

For a moment, he admires you. Nothing but love and adoration can be seen in his eyes as he reaches up to trace a finger over the side of your cheek.

“Do you trust me?”

You blink, not even having to think about your answer as you smile so tenderly at him. “With my life.”

The moment those words escape you, his lips are on your own. His hands tighten over you, pulling you flush against himself as he kisses you desperately. The way your legs tighten around his waist only makes his chest rumble in content, tongue parting your lips and eagerly swallowing your every sound.

Slowly, carefully, he begins walking towards the waterfall.

You cling to him as he moves, leaning in to trace your lips over his skin. Teasingly, you nip at his jaw, flicking your tongue over his pulse and hearing how he moans in response. His breathing deepens as you clench around him, his cock throbbing deep inside of you.

Pausing just before the waterfall, Seonghwa meets your gaze.

“My Queen.” He growls out, eyes flashing as shadows fall over his face. “For all eternity.”

With those words, he submerges you both beneath the flow of water.

The sensation only lasts a few second, for he doesn’t stop there. You grip him tighter, expecting to feel the cool sensation of stone pressing into your back at any moment. Only, the feeling of being laid atop of something plush and soft has you blinking your eyes open in mild surprise.

“From now, until the end of the known universe,” Seonghwa’s soft voice reaches your ears, his hand reaching out to trace gently over the side of your face as he stares down at you so tenderly. “This place shall always be ours.”

Your breath catches slightly, taking in the sight of a small cave hidden behind the waterfall. Blue and white crystals glow softly, illuminating the interior of the space. You seem to be resting on a large bed of moss, various flowers of your favourite varieties littering the floor.

Nothing but tender love and affection can be seen in your gaze as you stare up at the Fae before you. A look which is mirrored in his own eyes.

“Just lay back and relax, My Queen,” He smiles down at you, standing tall. His hands slip down beneath your knees, pushing your legs up gently. “Let me take care of you.”

Softly, he rolls his hips into yours, fingers digging lightly into your skin. His tongue comes out to wet his lips, some strands of his wet hair falling over his eyes and framing his face.

A soft hum escapes you, purposely clenching around him as you admire every bare inch of his exposed skin. You can see the tips of his pointed ears peeking out from his dark locks, his dark eyes locked on your figure. The muscles in his abdomen tense, and you can feel him twitch deep inside of you as he rolls his hips into your own once more.

His fingers tighten on the backs of your thighs as his eyes flash. Not even a moment later, he’s pulling almost all of the way out of you only to thrust back into you sharply.

Lowly, you moan, eyes rolling slightly as you clench around him.

The corners of his lips quirk upwards as another sharp thrust is made.

“Fuck- Look at how beautiful you are, My Queen.” He moans, hooded gaze taking in the way your whole body shakes with each calculated thrust he gives into you. “You take me so well; I never wish to be parted from you again.”

His pace is slow, making sure to bury himself deeply within you with each sharp thrust he makes. Seonghwa is sure to watch your every reaction carefully before he’s trailing his gaze down your body. His lips part as he watches his cock sink into you with each thrust, eyes fixated on the way your delicate warmth sucks him in.

A loud moan escapes you as he rolls his hips into yours after a particularly sharp thrust. Almost instinctually, you reach out for him, only for him to meet you halfway.

In an instant, your hands are pinned beside your head, fingers intertwined with his own. His looming figure towers over yours pinned beneath him, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he grinds himself into you. The way your whimper catches in your throat has a devious, and a little unhinged, grin pulling at his features.

“I’m going to fill you so full of me, you’ll always feel the impression of my cock buried deep within this tight little pussy of yours.” A deep rasp is all that escapes him, setting a steady pace as he thrusts into you. “Gonna fuck you so full of my love you’ll never question me again.”

A choked gasp of his name escapes your lips, ending on a whine as he snaps his hips against your own. Immediately, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as you squeeze his hands.

He squeezes back.

A wicked grin stretches across his features as he sets a brutal pace, fangs glinting in the light of the cave. The way your body bounces with each thrust into you makes his head spin, eyes eagerly drinking in every expression you make.

Countless moans and low curses fall from your lips. Your eyes are squeezed shut, head tossed back onto the earth as you feel him hitting that special spot deep within you with every thrust. You can feel that all too familiar pressure building within, and you gladly give yourself over to the feeling.

“You’re the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.” He growls, leaning in to lick up the side of your neck. “I could never get tired of such an earth shattering beauty beneath me.”

“Seonghwa-“ Your breath catches, a long moan escaping you as you arch into his touch.

“Come for me.” His voice is but a snarling command, desperate as he meets your gaze. “Come for me, My Queen. Let me feel you claiming this cock as I claim you.”

Seonghwa releases his hold on your one hand in order to slip his between your bodies. His thumb finds your clit, circling that little swollen nub as he pounds into you. Nothing but rumbling growls escape him with every exhale, begging you to fall apart for him as he pleases you with everything he is.

With one final flick over your clit, you scream his name.

The fingers you have still intertwined with his own cling to his hand as a life line. Your back arches from the earth, whole body shaking violently as your orgasm washes over you. High pitched whines and whimpers escape you, chanting his name like a mantra as you squeeze around him, thighs trembling as you hold him to you.

The moment he feels you clenching around him, his cock twitches. Seeing you come undone beneath him like this sends him right over the edge, and with one final thrust, he’s burying himself deep within you.

A loud moan of your name escapes him, chanting your title like a prayer as spurt after spurt of come escapes him. The way he can feel your combined releases leaking out of you and dripping onto his balls makes his head spin, his thumb still circling languidly over your clit.

He needs to make sure he’s providing nothing but the utmost pleasure to you that you can conceive of. He needs to see you falling apart again, and again, and again.

After all, His Queen deserves nothing but the best from Her King.

Slowly, you begin to calm down. You chest heaves, thighs still twitching as you feel him finally still his thumb over your clit. The way he presses his finger against that swollen little nub causes you to clench, whining from the pressure.

A deep chuckle reverberates from within his chest, his lips pressing softly against your own. Finally, he removes his thumb from over your clit, bringing his hand up to gently trace his fingers over your ear.

Your now very pointed ear.

“My Queen,” He hums, a pleased rumble shaking his whole being as he sees the faintest flash of fangs behind your parted lips.

You open your eyes, meeting his own dark gaze with a newfound intensity swirling deep within your own.

“Welcome home.”

[urturningviolet]

After hours | CEO! Hongjoong x Secretary! Reader

Pairing: CEO!Hongjoong x Secretary!Reader

Summary: Your boss Hongjoong has been working himself to the bone lately. One night when the two of you are staying late, you offer to help him relax.

Tags/warnings: MDNI, office AU, oral (male!receiving), dom!hongjoong (and he likes being called sir🤭), petnames (good girl, baby, etc.), praise, slight hair pulling, cum eating

Word count: 1.7k

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Kim Hongjoong was CEO of the most successful music distribution company in Korea, nay, the world. Being as busy as he was, he was quick to hire a dutiful secretary to keep him on track. You’d been working with him for two years now: scheduling, making calls, the works. You were succinct with your work and he appreciated you for it.

The sun was setting over the cityscape as you finished copying the last of the new-hire contracts. You just had to bring them to Hongjoong then you'd be free to go home for the weekend.

“Mr. Kim?” You softly announce your presence, knocking on the office door. The room was at the very top of the building, with floor-to-ceiling windows all around that let the warm glow of the sunset envelope it in orange. Sat in the middle, a picturesque vision of an overworked man, was Hongjoong. Leaning over his desk with furrowed brows, hair falling out of its slickback into his eyes, he was attentively peering at his laptop.

He jumps with a start as he notices you enter,” Ms. L/N! I didn’t see you there.” His eyes dart to you, frazzled. He sighs, settling into his chair and rubbing his temples.

“I’ve got the last of the contracts you requested, sir,” You place the folder on his desk with all the rest.

“Ah, thank you, I almost forgot”, he mutters, shaking his head.

“Unless you need anything else, I’ll be taking my leave”, you smile curtly.

“Go ahead, I’m burning the candle at both ends tonight”, he sighs, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Despite how badly you want to call it a night, you can’t help but notice how he fidgets, rapidly tapping his pen against the desk in tune with his shoe lightly tapping on the floor.

“Are you alright, sir?”, you question, lingering by the desk. He stops for a moment, almost thrown off by the question.

“Don’t worry about me, somebody has to keep this place afloat,” he laughs dryly, running a hand through his hair. “Suppose I’m just stressed, that’s all.” His chair creaks as he leans back, turning to gaze out the window longingly.

“Would you like to see about pencilling in a vacation?” you query, already trying to run the numbers in your mind. He’s quick to decline though, shaking his head.

“No, I mean it’s a more…personal kind of stress”, he trails off, cheeks tinged with pink. “It’s nothing, really.” he dismisses. Your curiosity is piqued by his words, though.

Cautiously you put out, “Talking about it might help, if you don’t mind, of course.” You hope it’s not crossing too much of a boundary to ask, but you’d been practically attached to his hip for so long now, you couldn’t help but think of Hongjoong as somewhat of a friend.

His eyes soften as he looks up at you, a slight smile playing at his lips, “You’re too good to me, I should be giving you a vacation.” He gives another small chuckle, subtly trying to lighten his mood.

“Not to sound crude but I’ve been- pent up”, he mutters, wringing his hands. He busies himself by fiddling with his watch, unable to meet your eye.

“Pent up?”, you repeat, not quite understanding.

He sighs, trying to think of how to put it.

“You know I’m not married, I spent all my young years building a company for Pete’s sake!”, he clamours exasperatedly. “Some parts of my stress are… hard to handle alone”, the last part comes out in a near whisper, a sure change of demeanour from the cut and dry leader you saw each day.

“Oh.”, you gasp, realisation flooding you.

“I'm sorry,” he shakes his head, tossing it into his hands. “I don't know why I'm rambling on to you about this, head home for the night.” He waves a non-committal hand, turning his chair away.

His words repeat in your mind, it would surely be inappropriate to go any further. Then again, nobody else was in the office.

“I-I could help.” you quietly suggest before you can stop yourself. His eyes dart up, shocked but intrigued.

“Y/N”, he gasps out lightly, the air in the room growing thick and warm with tension.

“My job description is to help with your every whim, isn't it?”, Your voice is low, but certain.

“You’d do that for me?”, he questions, eyes trailing over you. He swallows heavily, and you trail the motion with your eyes. The room suddenly feels impossibly warm, frozen in between your decision and what comes after.

You give a shaking nod, but he holds out a hand to stop you in your tracks. “I need a verbal yes, Y/N”, he speaks firmly, eyes brimming with sincerity. “I’d never want to take advantage of you.”

“Yes sir”, the words leave you instinctively, but he doesn't seem to mind. A low growl erupts from his chest as he sits up to shed his suit jacket. Quickly he rolls up the sleeves of his pressed shirt, the picture of elegance. He scoots out from the desk, spreading his legs expectantly.

“Here,” he commands, gesturing to the spot between his thighs. You start walking towards him, but he's quick to stop you, a smirk growing on his face. “On your knees.”

Blushing, you drop down to the floor. His gaze never leaves you as you crawl on your hands and knees until you're in front of him, under the large mahogany desk.

“Good girl, you've always been obedient,” he growls, reaching out to stroke your cheek with his thumb. His eyes darken with lust as he looks down at you, strands of hair falling over them.

It's clear to see his bulge beginning to grow, straining against his pants. Your fingertips dance over it and he croons, throwing his head back. Sensing an opportunity, you start palming him through the fabric.

“You're such a tease”, he grunts, breath already running ragged. Your hands find the cool metal of his belt buckle, and he's quick to lift from the chair and help you get it off. Fabric drops to the floor as he sheds all that covers his lower half, and to say you were stunned would be an understatement.

Hongjoong’s throbbing cock bounces out of his boxers, tip flushed with the same flowery pink as his wet lips. Not like you'd thought about your boss's dick on the regular, but you'd think a small man would be small everywhere. It was clearly the opposite here.

“You look shocked,” he taunts, enjoying your wide-eyed awe at his length. “Think you can fit it in that pretty mouth?” he coos teasingly in such a tone that you think no matter what, it's gonna find its way deep in your throat.

Feeling bold, you lick a stripe up his cock, tongue lingering against the tip. His whole body shudders, hands moving to weave into your hair.

“Eager girl, let's see how much you can take.” Before you can respond, his hands are firm on the back of your head, pushing himself into your wet mouth.

He grunts with satisfaction as his throbbing member first enters your mouth. It snugly fits inside, cheeks hollowing as you suck him in. Even with only the first few inches, your lips stretch to accommodate his size.

Halfway through, you're already drooling.

Hongjoong takes it upon himself to push you further down his length, stroking your hair.

“You can fit it all in there, I know you can,” he cooes. Your eyes water as you strain against him, and he loves it. Your Bambi eyes fluttering up at him, tears prickling at the corners as you work overtime for him.

When he pushes you to the brink, bottoming out, it's almost too much. His hands go slack in your hair as his sensitive cockhead pokes the back of your throat, warm and wet.

He throws his head back, beads of sweat beginning to slide down his face. The warm sunlight cascading through the window casts him in an almost heavenly glow, perfectly posed as he looms over you in his chair.

“You're doing so good for me, baby”, he grunts, hands tightening in your hair as he pulls you back up his throbbing length. Spit dribbles out of your mouth as you come up for air only for a moment, he's quick to slam you back down. A choked moan flies out of him as your eyes cross, gagging underneath him.

At the start of this day, you didn't think you'd end it getting throat fucked by your boss. Not that you were complaining.

Contrasting with his sharp thrusts, his hands pat and scratch at your hair, silently comforting. No words are exchanged, and perhaps none are needed to say that this wouldn't be the last time.

His dick pumps in and out from between your lips, coating them in pre-cum and saliva.

“You're so pretty when you're messy for me”, he mumbles, patting your head. You can only hum in agreement, the vibration wreaking through his body. “I won't last long if you keep looking at me like that.”

You take that as a challenge, staring up at him with glassy eyes as you slurp his cock up and down.

His strokes become less rhythmic as his orgasm approaches like a forgotten tidal wave. You keep your lips wrapped tight around him, beckoning his release.

“Does my good girl want cum in her mouth?”, he questions with a grunt, biting his lip to hold himself back.

You nod as best as you can, mumbling through the mouthful of cock, “Yes sir.”

Those words are enough to make him lose it. Suddenly you’re practically choking as cum invades your mouth, the sticky substance comes out in spurts, reaching the back of your throat. His load is massive and almost fills your entire mouth, His firm hands keep you down to swallow it all though.

Eagerly, you swallow down all his juices, returning to lick up and down his rod to clean it. He shivers in the chair, hand loosely stroking your cheek

“Good girl”, he purrs.

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mingi - concert

word count : 519

happy mingi day !!

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“mingi, you gotta leave,” you say to him in the midst of kisses. “you literally need to get on stage.”

“can’t help how hot you look right now,” mingi replies.

you practically push him off of you. “after the concert, dumbass,” you scold him.

he groans but gives you one last kiss on the cheek.

“see you in a bit,” he says to you, “love you.”

“love you!” you say as he starts walking away while fixing his in-ear monitors.

you grab your camera that’s on a table and leave to get into a good spot for the next set. you find yourself near the main stage with fans partying during hongjoong’s set. you quickly snag a few photos of the captain with the bbtrippin crew.

right before mingi’s set starts, you hurry over to stand in front of the extended stage. mingi’s set starts and you immediately start taking some photos with your camera. mingi performs and it takes a lot for you to not stand there and ogle at your boyfriend.

he performs passionately with the dancers supporting his stage. you manage to get some great photos of him.

you walk a bit to get a new angle for your photos. mingi moves across the stage, and you follow him to get some close up shots of him.

as you take some photos, you notice him wink at you through your viewfinder. you capture the moment but shake your head afterwards.

“oh my god, he winked at us!”

“he’s so fucking hot.”

you barely hear some atinys behind you but chuckle when you hear them talk about your boyfriend.

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you meet mingi in a hallway after the concert. he comes out dressed in more comfortable clothes.

“i saw that wink,” you immediately say to him.

he smirks, “i know,” he replies. he leans in and kisses your cheek.

“tonight was a good show,” you say to him. “all of you did great,” you add.

“thanks, baby.” mingi kisses you again. “let’s go out. have some fun while we’re here.”

you nod, “i just need to drop my stuff at the hotel first. i have all of my equipment with me,” you mention to him. “tell the managers that we’re going out.”

“already did,” he mentions, “got the okay for us to be on our own tonight,” he adds.

you raise an eyebrow, “and where’s that exactly?”

“our hotel room.”

“song mingi! oh my god!” you groan at him and cover your face. “you’re ridiculous.”

he laughs, “i’m kidding, baby. there’s some places nearby that some of the staff mentioned. let’s go take a look and see if we want to go,” he says. “promise that i’m not trying to just make out with you the rest of the night.”

you roll your eyes, “yea, as if your words have stopped you before.” you kiss him, “let’s go handsome, gotta show you off to the locals,” you say and take his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together.

“before or after i make out with you?”

“i’m gonna slap you.”

“didn’t think you’re into that.”

“baby, stop it!”

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why were they so Tiny here!!! (feat. Amanda Ms P)

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catboy hongjoong

that is all

[urturningviolet]

Fuck that anon, I loved your gym trainer San fic. 10/10 San x chubby reader is the best thing ever 😤😤

aww yall are gonna make me cry😭

in our hearts we are all with San in the gym fr

[urturningviolet]

wtf kinda drugs is that anon on holy shit. I’m sorry ur getting harassed omfg. Why are we so mad at a fic that’s been clearly tagged 💀 take the L anon and move on 😭

literally i’m so perplexed😭😭 i would’ve understood being mad at the mingi fic but the one with san literally just has consenting adults doing what they want i don’t even know what they’re calling harrasment

[urturningviolet]

Then you don't know what harassment is. Your shitty little personal trainer fic with San? If you seriously thought that was sexy then you're a horrible person. But you've already made that clear from this whole interaction. I'm done here. This is clearly a waste of time.

if you’re done why do you keep leaving responses😭 nobody else has a problem with that fic you’re ridiculous just block me already if i’m causing you this much distress

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I can read I'm an editor with accolades little kid. That wasn't the fic I was referring to. It figures that your only response would be to call me stupid though. I literally just checked the one I was talking about to see if I was wrong? And you did not put a warning on it. This is honestly so funny but I have to go to work. So go get harassed at the gym or something. Seems like you enjoy that. I refuse to continue this fruitless nonsense with an imbecile who clearly doesn't care about anyone but themselves.

none of the other fics i’ve written include anything even close to harassment😭 you’re tripping ridiculous bru

and i didn’t say you were stupid but if the shoe fits

[urturningviolet]

The lack of remorse or empathy is astounding. Not to mention you completely missed my point. If you HAD tagged correctly I never would've even seen your post. You didn't even put dead dove in the notes for the fic I was referring to. So I repeat, you're an ass. I hope you grow up one day. In the meantime, I will be blocking you. Your writing sucks anyway. 🖕🏽

mfs love to lie just say you can’t read💀💀

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That's so funny, because I h8 when you morons expect people who don't follow your blog to delve into lore and decipher your descriptions in order to avoid the content. You could just tag your shit correctly so people can block it. Regardless, harassment is not okay to be fetishizing and some of us have been through it and are traumatized. Clearly not you. Most people are literally just searching for fun little things to read and have tags that upset us blocked. We're not looking to research you in order to avoid content you shouldn't be posting anyway. You're the ass here dude.

you don’t have to delve into lore to read the multiple tags that were at the very top of the post it said somnophilia, non-con, dark/unhealthy themes😭😭 and the post itself was tagged with dead dove do not eat

get a grip, you were warned and read it anyway that’s not my issue

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show me

[ S. Mingi ]

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summary: in which your boyfriend wants to watch you for his birthday

warning: dom mingi, sub reader, masturbation, double penetration, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

pairing: idol mingi x afab reader

word count: 3.3k

masterlist

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The stadium roared, no, shook, with the sheer volume of the crowd. You felt it deep in your chest, the thump of the bass vibrating through the soles of your shoes, the screams echoing in your ears. The air was warm with heat from bodies pressed together in the pit, lights flashing in rhythmic pulses that painted everyone’s faces in shades of crimson and gold.

And then he stepped forward.

Mingi.

Your Mingi.

You hadn’t seen him in person for over a month, FaceTime and late night calls had been all you had, and it was nothing compared to this. He was all sharp lines and overwhelming presence, towering under the stage lights, that white tank clinging to his chest and shoulders like it was made for your hands to pull at. The silver chains across his collarbones glinted with every movement, and the black leather glove on his right hand gripped the mic like it was an extension of him. But it was the bandaid with ROAR scrawled across it in jagged black, that had your stomach tightening.

He was a vision of sin onstage, sweat slicking his skin as he moved with an easy, commanding confidence, his voice pouring through the speakers with that deep, resonant growl that had your thighs pressing together in the dark. Every time his eyes scanned over the crowd, you swore he found you, lingering just a fraction too long before that knowing smirk curved his lips.

When the beat dropped, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, head tilting as his hair fell across his forehead, and you knew he was doing this for you. Every thrust of his hips, every low, raspy line into the mic, every flex of his bicep when he lifted his arm, it was all calculated, all meant to drive you insane. And it was working.

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Backstage was chaos. Staff weaved through each other with headsets and clipboards, members of Ateez disappeared into dressing rooms one by one, the smell of sweat, cologne, and stage fog clinging to the air. You stood off to the side, your pass lanyard warm against your chest, pulse still racing from watching Mingi tear up the stage.

Then he appeared, chest still rising heavy from the performance, hair damp and pushed back from his face. The tank top he’d worn on stage was gone, replaced with an oversized black hoodie that did little to hide the way his shoulders filled it and the now black tank out. That ROAR bandaid was still across his nose, a reminder of just how badly you wanted him.

“Hey,” he said lowly, that deep voice still gravelly from performing. His gloved hand came to the back of your neck, pulling you in so his forehead almost touched yours. “Missed you.”

You opened your mouth, but he smirked and shook his head. “I’ve gotta do my birthday live after the show, just a quick one for the fans.”

You tried not to let the disappointment show, forcing a smile. “Right. Of course.”

He squeezed your neck gently, his thumb brushing your jaw. “Don’t pout, baby. I’ll make it up to you after.”

And then he was gone again, swept back into the post show whirlwind.

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The hotel room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning. The moment you shut the door behind you, the silence felt like a stark contrast to the deafening chaos of the stadium. Mingi was still there, somewhere backstage, doing his birthday live for the fans. You had smiled and kissed his cheek before slipping out with his manager, knowing it would take him at least an hour to get back.

The shower was exactly what you needed, steam curling around your skin, the pounding heat easing the tension from your muscles. You stayed under the spray longer than necessary, head tipped back, replaying flashes of him on stage in your mind. The way his chains had caught the light, the way his voice had dipped low on certain lines, the way his hips had rolled in time with the bass. By the time you turned the water off, your pulse was unsteady for a completely different reason.

You stepped out, grabbing one of the hotel’s thick white towels and wrapping it around yourself. Drops of water slid down your legs as you padded into the bedroom, the city lights spilling in faintly through the curtains as you sat on the edge of the bed, towel tucked in at your chest, meaning to check your phone, but it was still in your bag across the room. Instead, you let yourself sink back against the pillows, eyes half lidded as your mind wandered.

One month without him had felt like forever. No warm body pressing you into the mattress, no voice in your ear telling you exactly what he wanted to do to you. The ache between your thighs had been building since the second he stepped on stage tonight, and now, alone in his bed, it was almost unbearable.

Your towel loosened as your hand drifted down, parting it just enough to expose the curve of your hip. You let your fingers trace the line of your stomach before slipping lower, between your thighs. A soft sigh escaped you as you brushed over your clit, your body already tuned to the memory of his touch.

You weren’t thinking about the fact that he was still live, grinning for thousands of people. You weren’t thinking about time or whether you could get off before he returned. You were thinking about his hands, big, warm, ringed, confident, pinning you down, his deep voice rumbling against your skin as he told you not to hide your sounds from him. Because, fuck, he loved hearing you.

Your fingers moved in slow circles, the towel slipping further open, heat curling low in your stomach. It wasn’t enough, not compared to him, but right now, you didn’t care.

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The room smelled faintly of Mingi’s body wash, steam from your shower still lingering in the air, clinging to the curtains. The towel was somewhere on the floor now, forgotten. You were sprawled across the bed, legs parted, skin still flushed and damp. Your chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, the faint tremor in your thighs a telltale sign you’d already come once.

Your fingers were still between your legs, moving in slow, teasing circles, chasing the embers of that first orgasm you already done gave yourself. You didn’t hear the door click. Didn’t hear the quiet footsteps on the carpet.

“Mhm….” the sound caught in your throat, your head tipping back against the pillows but deep inhale behind you made you jolt.

When you opened your eyes, he was there, frozen in the doorway. Mingi. He still had on that black hoodie, studded with silver along the seams, the hood down so you could see the damp strands of his hair falling over his forehead. His glasses were slightly askew from pushing them up too fast, chains resting heavy against his chest, but it was the ROAR bandaid still cutting across his nose that made your stomach twist. His lips were parted, breath just a little uneven, eyes locked on you like he couldn’t decide where to look first.

“Baby….” his voice was low, hoarse from the show, almost disbelieving. “What the hell…”

You swallowed, the heat flooding your cheeks under his gaze. “You…. you weren’t supposed to be back yet.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. His eyes roamed over you, lingering on the slick sheen between your thighs, on the way your fingers were still resting there. “You’ve… already…..” His throat worked around the words. “You already got yourself off?”

Your breath caught, your fingers twitching against yourself like your body couldn’t stop even under the weight of his stare. “Couldn’t wait.”

That made something flicker behind his eyes, heat, want, possession. He stepped forward slowly, deliberate, his chains clinking faintly as his shoulders squared. “I’ve never seen you like this before,” he murmured, voice dark with a mix of awe and hunger.

Your breath stuttered when he reached the side of the bed, his presence filling the space, that deep post show rasp curling around every word as you started to pull your hand away, but his came down over your wrist, not to move you, but to press it right back between your legs. “No,” he said firmly, shaking his head just enough for the damp strands of hair to fall against his cheek. “Don’t stop.”

“Mingi…”

“I said don’t stop.” His gaze burned into you, dark and unblinking behind the thin lenses of his glasses. “You think I haven’t thought about this? Wondered how you do it when I’m not here?” He tilted his head, that ROAR bandaid catching the dim light. “Show me.”

Heat shot straight through you, your pulse pounding in your ears. He stayed standing at the edge of the bed, towering over you, arms folded loosely now, like he had no intention of touching you until you obeyed. The only contact was his thumb brushing slow, lazy strokes over the inside of your wrist, urging you on.

You swallowed hard, letting your fingers move again, slow circles over your clit, just like before. His eyes followed the motion, his jaw tightening as if he was memorizing every detail. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low enough that it felt like it sank right into your skin. “just like that. I want to see how you make yourself fall apart without me.”

Your thighs twitched, your breathing growing heavier under his stare. Every flicker of your fingers seemed amplified by the way he was watching, like nothing in the world existed but you and the movement of your hand.

“Faster,” he said suddenly, and you almost whimpered at the sound of his command. “I want to see you get close for me, baby. I want to see exactly what I’ve been missing when I’m not here to do it for you.”

You tried, God, you tried to pretend he wasn’t there. To close your eyes and sink into the familiar rhythm you fell into when it was just you, alone and aching. Your fingers moved over your clit in tight, practiced circles, the kind you knew would push you toward that sweet edge faster.

But it was impossible to block him out. Not with his presence like a gravitational pull, not with his breathing uneven and his gaze so heavy you could feel it like heat on your skin. You could hear the faint hitch in it whenever your hips rolled up, see the flex of his jaw each time you let out a soft gasp.

Your head fell back, a shaky moan slipping free as your thighs trembled. You were already teetering, but you wanted more, you needed more.

Without thinking, you rolled onto your knees, facing away from him. The towel was long gone, nothing between his eyes and the slow arch of your back, the way your hips tilted back toward him. One hand stayed on your clit, but the other slid down, between your legs, until you could push two fingers inside yourself.

The stretch made you gasp, your walls clenching around the intrusion. You started moving them, shallow at first, then deeper, curling them just right as your hips began to rock back, riding your own hand like you would his.

Behind you, Mingi let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a curse, low and guttural. You could almost picture him, glasses slipping a little lower on his nose, hair still damp from the stage, that ROAR bandaid cutting across his nose as his mouth parted in disbelief.

You pressed harder on your clit, fingers thrusting deep as you found the rhythm you always used when you needed to fall apart fast. Your breath came in broken, shaky moans now, each movement of your hips sending another wave of heat curling low in your stomach.

“Fuck…” his voice was strained, hoarse, like it was costing him everything not to touch you. “You… really do this when I’m not here?”

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. You were too close, your body tightening around your own fingers, your thighs trembling as you kept moving just the way you knew would push you over the edge.

You were gone, completely lost in the slick heat between your thighs, your own fingers working you toward that blinding edge. Your head hung forward, breath ragged, hips rocking back with every thrust of your hand.

You didn’t hear him move.

The sudden press of his chest to your back made you jolt, but before you could even turn your head, he was pushing forward, thick, hot, and unrelenting, sinking into you in one smooth, claiming thrust.

A choked cry tore from your throat, your body instinctively clenching around him and your own fingers still buried inside you. The stretch was dizzying, your fingertips now pressed flush against the underside of his length, trapped there by the way he filled you.

Your first instinct was to pull your hand away, but his gloved one shot out, gripping your wrist hard enough to make your breath catch. His voice was a low growl against your ear.

“Keep them right there.”

The command sent a shiver straight down your spine. You could feel everything, every inch of him grinding against your knuckles, every pulse of heat from his dick as he started to move. Slow at first, almost savoring the way your body fought to adjust to the double stretch, then faster, harder, until you were rocking forward with every thrust.

Your fingers rubbed along his length with each movement, the sensation so raw and intimate you couldn’t stop the moan that ripped out of you. His free hand slid up your stomach, up your chest, holding you back against him as he drove deeper, each thrust pushing your own fingers deeper into yourself.

“Feel that?” he rasped, his breath hot against your neck. “That’s how I fuck you when I’m here. You think your hand can compare to this?”

Your answer was lost in the broken, breathless sounds spilling from you, your body shuddering under the relentless rhythm he set.

Every instinct in you wanted to give in right there, to let the dizzying combination of him and your own fingers push you over that edge. But Mingi didn’t let you. He kept that punishing rhythm just long enough for your vision to blur, then slowed, almost to a grind, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in inch by inch. The deliberate drag of his length over your trapped fingers made your toes curl, made your breath hitch in frustration.

“You’re close already,” he murmured against your ear, his voice dripping with control. “And I’m not done watching you yet.”

You whimpered, hips trying to chase him, but his hand splayed across your chest and stomach tightened, holding you still. He gave you a slow thrust, making sure you felt every thick inch of him and the way your fingers rubbed along his dick. “Beg for it.”

“Mingi…”

“Beg,” he repeated, the single word low and sharp.

You swallowed, the need clawing at your chest too raw to ignore. “Please. Please, baby, I need it. I can’t…”

That was all it took. His hand left your stomach to grip your hip hard, pulling you back as he slammed into you again, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. Each thrust forced your fingers deeper, the sensation making you gasp with every movement.

He was relentless now, hips snapping forward in a steady, devastating pace, his breath rough against your neck. “That’s it, don’t stop touching yourself,” he groaned. “Want you to feel all of me when you come.”

Your walls clenched tight around him and your own fingers, the double stimulation tipping you past the point of no return. Your moans turned into ragged cries as the pleasure hit, sharp, hot, overwhelming. You came hard, your body trembling against him, nails digging into your own thigh as your fingers fluttered inside yourself alongside his thrusts.

Mingi groaned low in your ear, his pace faltering as you squeezed around him, milking every ounce of control from him. “Fuck…. just like that, baby. That’s mine. All mine.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Mingi pulled out and manhandled you onto your back. The mattress dipped under his weight as he flipped you, his hands sliding under your thighs to hook your legs over his broad shoulders.

Your body was still twitching from your last orgasm when he reached down, grabbing your wrist. You blinked in confusion until you realized… he was guiding the same two fingers you’d just had buried inside yourself up to his mouth.

His eyes locked on yours as he sank back into you, wrapping his lips around fingers more, sucking deep, slow, and filthy. The wet heat of his mouth and the obscene sound of him moaning around your fingers made your stomach clench all over again, eyes fluttering half shut as his tongue curled around the digits. He sucked like he couldn’t get enough, the lewd sounds filling the room as he gagged slightly when he pushed them deeper, refusing to let go.

And all the while, his hips were moving, slamming into you with a rhythm that made the bed creak, every thrust hitting deep enough to make you gasp around the haze of pleasure. The combination was dizzying, the stretch of him inside you, the sight of his cheeks hollowing around your fingers, and the way his moans vibrated straight through your skin.

Your fingers twitched in his mouth, and he sucked harder, his throat working as if he was tasting every bit of you. The sight alone had you clenching around him, and he groaned so deep it rumbled through your bones.

“Mingi…” you tried to breathe, but it came out a broken whimper as his pace picked up, each thrust sharper, hungrier. His free hand gripped your hip, keeping you exactly where he wanted you as he drove into you relentlessly, your own fingers still trapped in the wet heat of his mouth.

Every time he moaned around them, you felt the sound sink into your core, winding you tighter and tighter until you were trembling under him, the pleasure building so fast it was almost unbearable.

It hit you fast, too fast.

One hard thrust, then another, and your entire body tightened, the coil inside you snapping so violently it stole your voice. Your head tipped back, a choked cry tearing free as you shattered under him, every muscle locking around the thick length of him still driving into you.

Mingi didn’t slow. If anything, the feeling of you spasming around him had him pounding harder, hips snapping into you with deep, bruising force. His mouth was still on your fingers, sucking and gagging like he couldn’t get enough, moaning around them so loud you felt it all the way down to where you were clenching around him.

The mix of his guttural sounds, the stretch of him, and the heat of your own release made your vision blur. You could barely breathe, barely think, just feel him, everywhere. His pace stuttered, grip on your hip tightening almost painfully as a ragged groan ripped from his chest.

He pushed deep, so deep you swore you could feel his pulse inside you, and you felt the hot rush of him filling you. His hips jerked once, twice more, his moans muffled by your slick fingers still in his mouth, until every last drop was spilling into you.

He finally let your hand go, leaning over you, his forehead damp against yours as both of you fought for breath. Your legs trembled where they were still draped over his shoulders, your chest heaving.

A slow, wrecked smile curved your lips as you whispered, voice hoarse, “Happy birthday.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up, his eyes heavy lidded and dark. “Best birthday of my life,” he murmured, still buried deep inside you, like he wasn’t ready to let go.

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[urturningviolet]

I’ve got soft & hard thoughts about this…

The soft? He’s so precious and cutie pie, and just in general a big baby.

The hard? He’d be such an obedient submissive, he’d do whatever you told him to exactly how you told him to do it. Because his goal is to please you, and only you.

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i h8 when i say dead dove do not eat and mfs still open the fic and say omg there’s a dead dove in here😭😭😭 like I told you

[urturningviolet]

Pairing: sub!mingi x soft dom! reader

a/n: literally dropped to my knees seeing the vid from this screenshot ^ he’s so baby, a subby mingi drabble had to come

Summary: you’ve been working all day and your boyfriend is especially needy

tags/warning:MDNI, short drabble, established relationship, soft boy mingi, handjob/oral (male!receiving), begging, cum eating, domestic pet names (baby, hun, sweetheart)

Word count: 1k

Your eyes crinkle with strain as you scroll through the last of your work. You’d been in your home office all day, typing away at documents. Your boyfriend, Mingi, had wandered in periodically since he got home, bringing you water or urging you to take a break to no avail.

“Y/N~”, he whines, extending the last syllable. “My darling, my love, my reason for being.”

“5 more minutes, hun”, you mutter, eyes not leaving your laptop.

“You said that an hour ago, baby”, he groans, throwing his body over the back of your chair dramatically as if he’d perish without another minute of your touch.

With a smirk, you turn around to face the pleading man before you. It was almost silly now to think of how you were intimidated by him when you first met. After months of dating, he was putty in your hands. You reach out to cup his face and he instantly leans into your palm, a grin tugging at his lips.

“Are you really this needy?”, you tease, gently stroking his face in your hands. He embraces your touch, eyes closing slowly like a cat.

“Maybe…”, he drawls out, gazing at you with a crooked smile as a blush floods his face. Wordlessly, you pull him closer, connecting your lips. He melts into the motion in an instant, tongue darting out to swipe against your bottom lip.

“My sweet boy”, you coo, hands falling to trail down his chest, “Let’s take this to the bedroom”

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Steam is practically filling the room as Mingi bucks into your hands, you slow him, holding his cock in a grasp just hard enough to make him quiver.

“Baby~”, he mewls, hips stuttering against you. You’ve barely jerked him off for 5 minutes and he was already coming undone in your hands.

“Hmm?”, you reply innocently, swiping a finger over his leaking tip. Still eyeing him, you take your pre-cum covered hand and press a single digit against your tongue. His half-lidded eyes watch your every movement as you begin sucking your finger, cleaning it of his arousal.

“Please baby”, he continues, struggling to form words between his wanton moans. “Need it, mmph”, he mumbles, almost inaudible. His eyes squeeze shut, breathy moans flying from between his lips as he tries to keep still for you.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to speak up”, you tease, using your wet hand to give his dick painstakingly slow strokes. Your other hand lies on his hip, a firm but gentle reminder to stay put.

He squirms under your touch, desperate for release. “I need it in your mouth, baby”, he whimpers. Eyes trailing him, you hold up his cock to lick it from base to tip. He shivers at the feeling, already crooning with delight. The pink head twitches in the dim light of your bedroom, throbbing with every touch.

Finally, you swirl your tongue around the tip, popping it into your mouth. His dick was too big to suck all at once, but he was more than content with you sucking on the top and stroking what you couldn’t reach. Saliva dribbled onto his thighs as you bob your head onto it, tongue teasing the underside. The mix of your spit and his precum made the perfect lube to slide your hands up and down his eager shaft.

“It feels so good baby”, Mingi purrs, his cheeks flushed, lips plump and parted, his knuckles going white as he gripped the sheets below him. The sight of you working his cock had him practically in tears, whimpering and pleading for you to just keep going. He gently rocks his hips up and down, hissing at the friction of your tight suction around him.

Lips taut, you hit every move to elicit those precious whines from him. While your tongue teased the vein along his sensitive underside, one hand stroked the base and the other cupped his balls. The room fills with the noises of your wet slurps and his small moans which go straight to your core. You whimper around his cock, going faster and egging him on with pleading eyes.

“Oh shit”, he grunts, feeling a wave of pleasure as he looks down at your glassy-eyed expression. You pull away for only a moment with a satisfying pop, saliva and precum connecting his cock to your lips.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby?”, you coo, using the excess wetness to jerk his cock even faster.

“Yes, yes oh my god”, he repeats, eyes fluttering as you stroke him so hard and tight it feels like fucking into you. “I’m gonna cum baby”, he whines, unable to control the series of moans that creep out of his mouth.

“Cum for me sweetheart”, you demand, popping the tip back in your mouth as you continue stroking wildly. He bucks up into you, loving the feeling of his cockhead hitting the back of your throat. Nails dragging down his thighs, you hold your breath and finally swallow the whole thing up. The veins pulsate against your tongue and Mingi practically short-circuits.

In an instant, his cum is spurting out, accompanied by light and airy moans. You keep sucking, increasing the intensity until he’s shot ropes down your throat. Satisfied with your work, you pull away and make a show of swallowing his load. As he lies back, out of breath, you press kisses up and down his shaft to make him flinch.

“Thank you baby”, he mutters, breathing heavily as he tries to recollect himself.

“My good boy”, you coo, crawling up to press a kiss to his lips.