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synopsis : : jongho has always loved you quietly — not with big gestures, but with small, consistent things: walking you home, remembering how you take your coffee, holding the umbrella even when he’s getting soaked. you’ve dated other guys, chased louder versions of love, but nothing ever felt as safe as his silence.
genre : : established relationship
warnings : : none
word count : : 0.6k
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—Jongho hears the jingle of your keys before the door even clicks open. The soft rustle of your coat, the weight of your bag dropping onto the floor, and your voice — low and tired but still so familiar — calling out from the hallway.
“I’m home.”
It’s only two words, but it still makes his chest go warm.
He doesn’t call back right away. He’s in the kitchen, stirring the pot on the stove with one hand, scrolling through a half-followed recipe on his phone with the other.
Then, he feels it — your arms slipping around his waist, your face pressing into the middle of his back, cold from outside and completely exhausted. He exhales, breath catching slightly at the contact. Your presence wraps around him in that slow, familiar way — like a favorite blanket pulled over shoulders.
“You’re early,” he says quietly, glancing over his shoulder though he doesn’t expect a reply.
“Mmm,” you hum, barely audible. “Boss let me leave before I started swearing in front of clients.”
He laughs under his breath, letting the rhythm of your breathing sync with his. “Sounds about right.”
“Pasta okay?” he asks, stirring again, keeping his voice low like he doesn’t want to startle the peace that’s settled around you both.
“You could serve me burnt toast and I’d still say thank you,” you mumble, breath warming the cotton of his back. “But yeah. Pasta sounds good.”
Dinner ends up on the couch, in mismatched bowls, eaten under a shared blanket. You sit curled into his side, knees drawn up, your feet tucked between the cushions, your head resting lightly on his shoulder. You talk a little — venting about your coworkers, complaining about the commute, laughing in that tired way that sounds more like relief than amusement.
He listens, nodding, occasionally adding in a soft comment or chuckle. But mostly, he watches. Watches the way your eyes get sleepy halfway through a sentence, the way your fingers curl around the rim of your bowl, the way you lean into him like gravity just keeps pulling you closer.
When the dishes are abandoned in the sink for tomorrow and the lights are dimmed, you both end up back on the couch, wrapped in each other more than the blanket. You’re in one of his shirts now, sleeves rolled up messily, and your hair is still a little damp from a quick shower. He sits first, back against the cushions, and you climb over him, half-asleep already, shifting until your head finds his chest and your legs tangle with his like it’s second nature.
Your arm drapes loosely across his waist, palm splayed warm against his side. Your cheek presses into his chest, your breath slow and steady, syncing with the rise and fall beneath you.
Jongho tilts his head slightly until your hair brushes under his chin. He lets his hand rest on your back, rubbing slow circles through the fabric of his shirt, on you now, like he could soothe even the echoes of your bad day.
He lowers his eyes to look at you, your face relaxed in sleep now, no tension between your brows, no tightness in your jaw. Like the weight you carried all day has finally settled somewhere gentle.
He brushes a few strands of hair away from your face with careful fingers, then rests his hand there, lightly against your temple, as if holding you in place would keep the moment from slipping.
He kisses your forehead, barely a breath against your skin. Then leans back, lets his eyes linger, a small, helpless smile forming as he watches you sleep.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, sub!jongho x gn!dom!reader, but reader has a strap, uhh a lot of humiliation kink, degradation, pegging, will absolutely not be your cup of tea if you’re not into this, might be kinda ooc honestly
bom note: ribos can we discuss this innate urge we (yes WE) have to destroy this man. he probably (definitely) wouldn’t be into pegging, but this is my blog i write what i want!!!
He won’t admit he likes it. A lot.
He hates that he’s hard right now.
He hates that he’s lying on your bed, waiting for you to destroy him. He hates that the anticipation is building in his gut, making him impatient for what’s to come. He hates that he likes this anxiety. Like a roller coaster ride he knows will make him sick, but he rides it anyway.
“You look really cute right now.”
Jongho scrunches his eyes closed. He doesn’t want to be acknowledged, but he also wants you on him and in him as soon as possible. His face grows beet red and he has to cover his cheeks with his forearms, hiding from you when you finally climb onto the bed and lean over him, caging him in with your arms. He’d think your attempt is cute against his giant body in any other situation.
But he’s too embarrassedly hard to think right now.
Your hands running over his tummy make him jolt, finally forcing him to make eye contact with you. His stomach churns at the cocky smirk you wear.
“Just…hurry up.”
“Y’wanna get fucked that bad?”
A shiver runs through his spine at your harsh words. This is so fucking humiliating. But the worse it gets, the harder his cock grows. He’s not gonna say it he’d rather die but you can tell. You know every tick of his body.
You lean down to kiss along his soft jawline. Your lips are soft and kind to him, like how you kiss him in the morning when you’re greeting him. Then you move down, towards his collarbone, until you reach the swell of his chest. One of your hands stays rubbing circles into his hips, and the other comes up to tweak at his nipple.
He wants to curse at you so bad, but he can’t. He doesn’t allow himself. His head falls back against the pillow because he doesn’t want you to see the way his blush deepens at your touch.
“You like this,”
His voice is breathless, “No I don’t.”
“Then tell me to stop.”
Silence. His jaw is set and his eyes are closed. He doesn’t want to see the look on your face. You press your strap to him now and his back arches off the bed the tiniest bit. There’s a small, shocked groan that almost slips from his throat. You smile to yourself at his attempt to choke it back.
“Spread your legs more,”
Jongho does as he’s told.
“Good. If it’s too much, you tell me.”
He doesn’t say anything. He only lies there with his arms on his face and a burning humiliation all over his being. You reach up to his face, slapping his hands away gently and cupping his face until he’s forced to look at you again. His cock jumps.
“If you wanna get fucked you have to speak. Say you understand.”
His brows furrow as he looks up at you, pout evident and frustration bubbling below the surface, “Fine.”
“Disappointing.”
Jongho throws his head back onto the pillow, “This is fucking…embarrassing.”
“But you like it. Your thighs are shaking.“
“Shut up.” An instinct he can’t stop.
He sees you raise an eyebrow, “Bratty, aren’t we?”
You lean in towards his red face, kissing his round cheek softly and whispering your words into his skin so they’ll stick forever, “Don’t worry, Jongho. I’ll fuck it out of you.”
And he can’t stop the breathy, quiet whine that slips out of him. Another instinct of his.
𖤓 summary: the one where you wake up too soon from a wet dream and your boyfriend is there to help you... relieve the tension.
𖤓 warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, established relationship, some degradation, bdsm dynamics, yeo is a bit of a mean dom!! you've been warned!!, use of the color system, some choking, fingering, spanking, lovebites, oral sex (f receiving), edging, unprotected sex (don't do that), yes there's aftercare im not a monster
𖤓 dom!yeosang x fem!sub!reader
𖤓 author's note: i know i said i would post this by the end of march but wedding planning and school and work are consuming my life!!!!! finished this with a literal ear infection bc i NEEDED to put it out into the universe lol. this was originally inspired by the fact that yeosang uses the replica lazy sunday morning fragrance and quickly spiraled into depravity. yeosang wrecks me every day of my life and i KNOW he gets nasty. he's too quiet to be anything other than a dom, sorry! this is also my first time writing a relationship with bdsm dynamics so please feel free to leave (constructive and kind) feedback!
𖤓 word count: 5.9k
𖤓 read it on ao3 here
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“Sangie, please” you moan into your boyfriend’s neck, his cock plunging in and out of you at a relentless pace.
“What is it, pretty girl?” he teases, his fingers finding your clit, circling the sensitive bud to match the pace of his thrusts.
”I’m so close, baby, fuck,” your hands tangle in his dark hair as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. He licks a firm stripe from your collarbone to right below your ear, never slowing his hips.
“Come on then, baby, fall apart around my cock,” he growls into your ear.
The pleasure settles in your core, hot and heavy, building and building as your bodies move in sync. He hits that soft spot inside of you, and you cry out, his name falling off your lips over and over like a mantra.
“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, “fuck, I’m gonna —“
A loud crash startles you from your sleep, pulling you from your delicious dream. The soft morning light creeps through the blinds of your shared bedroom, casting gentle stripes across your duvet. The city outside is still quiet as you try to shake the heat from your system, Yeosang’s cold empty side of the bed helping bring you back to reality. You let out a slow breath, stretching your tired muscles, trying to jumpstart your body, ignoring the wetness that had begun to pool in your sleep shorts thanks to your subconscious. You roll over to face your nightstand, squinting at the clock — 9:15 AM. Yeosang always wakes up earlier than you, and sleeping this late is out of the question, unless he’s on his deathbed with a cold.
You untangle from the sheets, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to stretch, letting your feet rest on the sun-warmed wooden floor. The morning light shines bright through your window, the warmth melting into your skin. You hear rustling in the kitchen, and realize the sound that startled you awake must have something to do with your boyfriend making you both breakfast, like he does every Sunday.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you throw a fuzzy cardigan over the tank top you slept in, to match your shorts. Yeosang always gifts you sets of loungewear, because he knows how happy it makes you to laze around the house in something cute. You make your way down the hallway, the warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting around you the closer you get to the kitchen. You round the corner to see your boyfriend bent over the sink, washing dishes from last night’s dinner. A fresh pan of cinnamon rolls sits on the counter next to him. Your favorite.
“Good morning, Sangie,” you softly say from the doorway, so as not to startle him. He peaks over his shoulder at you briefly before turning the water off, a breathtaking smile consuming his features. His gray sweatpants hug his slender hips, and the tight black tank top he’s sporting gives you an unobstructed view of his broad shoulders and strong arms. God, he looks good.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he coos, his deep voice still raspy from sleep. He quickly dries his hands on a dish towel before discarding it on the counter and making his way over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a warm hug, his familiar scent enveloping you. His fingers rub absentminded circles on your skin as he holds you, his hot touch reminding you what you were dreaming about before you were jolted from your sleep. You feel your cheeks warm, thinking about how, in your mind, he was inside of you moments ago.
“Did I wake you? I tried to wash everything quietly, but the pan we used last night slipped and I banged it on the counter,” he kisses your forehead, the lingering warmth of his breath working you up even more.
“It’s okay, baby,” you pull back to kiss his nose, trying to shake the heat from your body. “I needed to get up anyway. I missed you.” You wonder if he can tell how hot and bothered you are. He knows your body like the back of his hand, and when you’re needy, he picks up on it right away.
“Yeah? Were you dreaming about me?” He squeezes your hips before releasing you, picking the dish towel up and walking back to the sink to hang it up.
“No,” you blush, sensing he already knows the answer. He chuckles darkly, leaning back on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“If those pretty little moans I heard coming from our bedroom are any indication, I’m gonna have to call you a liar, baby,” he smirks at you as your soft smile falls from your face. “Wanna try to answer truthfully this time?” The tone of his voice has shifted from the sweet, doting boyfriend he was moments ago, the version of him you only see in the bedroom starting to crack through the surface.
“Y-Yeo, I—“ you stumble over your words. Of course you gave yourself away, how embarrassing. Your face feels like it’s on fire.
“What was I doing, hm?” Yeosang prowls toward you slowly, a strand of his dark hair floating down onto his forehead. “Tasting you? Fingering you? Fucking you?” He stops in his tracks, waiting for your answer.
The words coming out of his mouth have your mind reeling, a pit of pleasure settling in your belly. You let your cardigan fall from your shoulder, suddenly aware of how his hungry eyes are raking over your body.
“Fucking me,” you barely recognize the sound of your voice, breathless and desperate, “you were fucking me,”
“Mmm,” his deep voice sounds like honey, “and how was it, hm? Did I let you come?” He creeps closer to you, only a few steps away.
“I-I woke up, before I could,” you start, trying to hide your embarrassment.
“Oh, jagiya,” he finally closes the distance between the two of you, slowly wrapping one arm around your body, his hand snaking down to cup your ass. “You must be so pent up, my love.” His other hand comes up to your neck, brushing your hair away to ghost his lips over your bare shoulder. He trails featherlight kisses up your shoulder, to your neck, settling right by your ear. “Do you want me to help you with that?” His deep voice whispering over your sensitive skin… he knows what that does to you.
You’re nodding before your voice catches up. “Yes, Sangie, please,” you whisper, bracing yourself on Yeosang’s shoulders as he nips at your neck. He nods at your pleading, willing as always to take care of you.
“Should I bring you to bed, or take you here first?” He bites down on your shoulder, growling into your skin.
You whimper at the sensation, “now, Yeo please, I need you to touch me now,” your hands float up to his hair, lacing through his dark locks.
“Mm,” he tuts, “what if I want to do both?” He pulls away from you to look into your eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. He brings a hand to your chin, thumbing your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him instinctively, and he hooks his thumb on your bottom teeth, tilting your head up at him. “Why don’t I make you come once here, and then I’ll take you to bed and fuck you back to sleep.”
You nod as you close your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around it, drawing a deep groan up his throat.
He moves quickly, popping his thumb out of your mouth to plant his hands on your hips. The room around you spins, and suddenly your back is pressed up against him. He wraps an arm around your stomach and brings his other hand to your throat, caging you in his grip. You feel his hardness pressing into your ass as he rolls his hips into you. You whimper, leaning into him, chasing every little touch he’s willing to give you.
“What does my baby want?” He whispers in your ear, tightening his hand on your throat and sliding his other down to ghost his fingers under the band of your shorts, “should I bend you over the counter and have you come around my fingers? Or should I put you on the counter and fuck you with my tongue?” He squeezes the sides of your neck gently, just enough to make your head spin.
“F-fingers,” you choke out, rolling your ass over him.
He shoves you forward, into the counter, the hard marble digging into your hips as he moves his hand from your stomach to the middle of your back to push your torso over the countertop. You brace yourself, planting your hands on either side of your head, and he releases your throat to grip your hair, tipping your head to the side and squishing your cheek into the cold surface.
“Don’t tell me you’re so fucking cock hungry that you forgot your manners,” he scolds you, ripping your sleep shorts down with one hand and smacking your ass with a loud crack.
“Ah-! Fuck,” you cry out, the pain warming you from the inside out, a rush of arousal flooding your center. “Please, I want your fingers Sangie, please,”
”Good fucking girl,” he coos, “and no panties, huh?” He pulls his hands from you and takes a step back, leaving you bent over the counter with an angry red handprint blooming on your naked ass. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this, fucking hell,” he runs a hand through his hair as he admires you.
You know he’s teasing you by not touching you right away, so you take it upon yourself to kick your shorts to the side and prop one shaking leg up on the counter, presenting yourself to him.
“Mmm, you’re practically dripping, jagi,” he zeroes in on your center, “you must’ve been really close in that little dream of yours, hm?”
Before you can formulate a snarky reply, he’s behind you, plunging two fingers deep inside of you, using his free hand to grip your hip and hold you in place. You stammer out a curse at the sensation, your mouth hanging open against the cold countertop as he stretches you out. He immediately finds that tender spot inside of you, pressing the pads of his fingers against it over and over and over.
“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, that familiar pit of warmth settling in your stomach.
“Already squeezing around my fingers like you’re gonna come? I’ve barely touched you,” he teases you, his mean, dominant facade slipping into place.
“F-feels so good Sangie, can’t help it, mmhn,” you’re practically drooling on the counter as he pistons his fingers in and out, reaching deep inside of you.
He pulls his fingers from your center, bringing his hand down hard on your ass again. You cry out against the marble, tears blurring your vision as his fingers find your swollen clit. Your knee almost buckles underneath you as he expertly swirls around it, so familiar with your body, but he holds you up with a firm hand on your hip.
“You wanna come, baby? Hm?” He quickens his pace, dipping his fingers inside of you to gather more of your arousal.
“Yes, please,” you whimper.
“Then come.” He almost sounds bored as he applies just the right amount of pressure to make you crumble in his hold, holding you steady as your body shakes.
“T-thank you,” you cry out, your climax washing over you, wiping out all your strength.
“So good for me,” Yeosang whispers, holding you in place, letting your body go limp over the countertop. He rubs both thumbs into the small of your back, letting you come down for a few quiet beats before bringing you back to the moment.
“Color?” He quietly asks, the tone of his voice softening for a moment as he turns his attention to your hips, softly massaging your joints.
“Green, very much green,” you sigh between breaths.
“Then come on, pretty girl,” he growls from behind you, pulling his hands from your body and taking a few slow steps backwards, “you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
You push yourself up on the counter, slowly lowering your trembling leg to the floor.
“Yes, please Yeo,” you turn to face him, leaning back on the sturdy surface behind you, your brain still fuzzy and your hearing a bit muffled. His fingers are glistening with your arousal, the outline of his cock pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Your core pulses at the sight.
“Then let’s go,” he beckons you, taking a few more steps backwards toward your shared bedroom, fire simmering behind his eyes.
You follow his lead, your unsteady legs carrying you a few steps before your boyfriend raises a hand up to stop you.
“Nuh-uh,” he scolds you, shaking his head.
You tilt your head at him in question, the teasing lilt in his voice making you dizzy as you realize what you’re in for. So he’s in this kind of mood.
“Crawl.”
Dropping to your knees without a second thought, a gasp leaves your lips as you hit the floor, the deep growl in his command making your body react instantly.
“Good girl.“ His cock twitches in his sweatpants. “Now, you can follow me.” He smirks at you as you lower your hands to the floor, and you feel thankful that the warm sun flooding through your kitchen windows has heated the floorboards.
You keep your eyes locked on his while you follow him on all fours, making sure to exaggerate the sway of your hips and the arch of your back as you crawl.
“Well, don’t you look so pretty on your hands and knees for me, hm? Obedient little slut.”
Heat spreads across your cheeks at the emphasis on his last word, knowing he’s only saying it because he knows how much you love it.
He walks backwards the whole way to your shared bedroom, power radiating from him in the way he carries himself, his dark eyes trained on you as you crawl for him. His mouth hangs open as he watches you, and you can tell he’s testing his own self control. You follow him over the threshold, watching him as the backs of his knees hit the mattress, dropping down onto the edge of your bed. He spreads his legs wide, leaning back as he tilts his head to the side while he contemplates his next move.
“Come,” he pats the mattress between his thighs, and you crawl forward to the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs, looking up at him through your lashes. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping your head back.
“As much as I’d love to have you falling apart around my cock in the next few minutes, I haven’t gotten a taste of you yet.”
“O-oh,” his words warm your center, the way he’s looking down at you only making you feel more desperate for his touch.
“Normally I’d make you earn it, but after listening to your slutty fucking moans all morning I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he wraps his hand around your throat again, squeezing firmly before guiding you up to your feet, standing along with you. He flicks at the shoulder of your cardigan with his free hand. “Off,” he demands. You shimmy out of it instantly, letting it drop to the floor and pool around your feet.
“Give me your color,” he whispers, his grip on your throat loosening.
“Still very green, my love,” you smirk at him as he nods, squeezing tighter again.
“So pretty with my hand around your neck,” he praises you, your head spinning as you work to inhale. “I can’t, fuck,” he lets his resolve crack, crashing his lips into yours.
He kisses you hard, fingers carding through your hair as he parts your lips with his tongue. “I’ll take my time with you later,” he mumbles against your mouth, swiping his tongue over yours. You kiss each other like you’ve been apart for weeks; desperate pawing, panting, whining.
“Lay down,” he orders you, groaning at the string of saliva connecting your mouths as he pulls away from you. He holds your waist as he spins the both of you around, putting you at the foot of the bed before pushing you onto the mattress. You catch yourself on your elbows, scooting back as he crawls on top of you, sloppily kissing you the whole way, moving together until you’re settled in the pillows against the headboard.
He kisses you from your lips, up to the hinge of your jaw, down the column of your neck. You lay back against the pillows, so familiar with the way he loves to map your body with his mouth. He spreads your legs with his knees, splaying you open wide for him, your bare cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden exposure.
He kisses down to your chest as his hands run up your thighs, bypassing your aching core to run up your stomach, one hand dipping beneath your tank top to palm your breast. You gasp at the sensation of his calloused hand kneading your supple flesh, a whine escaping as he runs a thumb over your nipple. He pulls your tank top up with his free hand, exposing your breasts to the cool air.
“Sangie,” you thread your fingers through his hair as he kisses down the valley between your breasts, tightening your grip when he catches one of your nipples between his teeth. “Fuck,” you whisper, looking down at him as he flicks his tongue over it. His eyes meet yours briefly before they roll back as he sucks your nipple into his mouth.
“Baby,” you whine, the feeling of his mouth on you making your head spin. “I need you,”
“Mhm,” his mouth pops off of you briefly before his teeth graze over the top of one of your breasts, the sensation dissolving into pleasurable pain as he bites down.
“Ah!” You yelp as his teeth scrape over your skin, panting as he soothes the bite with his tongue, sucking with the intention to leave a mark.
“You forgot your manners again, pretty girl,” he bites you again, on your stomach this time, and you glance down to see the first mark blooming with shades of red and purple as he paints another.
“Fuck, I—“ your voice catches in your throat at the third bite, lower on your stomach, inching closer to where you need him. ”Please Yeo, I need it,”
“Need what, hm? Use your words,” the next bite is harder than the last, and it has you squirming, desperately pushing your hips into him as his teeth dig into the inside of your thigh.
“Your mouth, please, please,” you rock your hips against nothing, your boyfriend keeping his distance to encourage more of your delicious whining.
“You sound so pretty when you beg, my little whore,” he spreads your legs wide, fingers splayed across the insides of your thighs. He watches your cunt clench at the word, smirking to himself before spitting directly on your heat.
“Oh,” you feel his warm saliva slide from your clit to your entrance, the sensation making you squirm underneath him. “Sangie, please,”
“Mhm,” he finally settles between your legs, threading his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to his waiting mouth.
He licks the blooming purple bite on your thigh, trailing wet kisses up, closer and closer, pressing one last kiss before finally spreading you open with his tongue. Your back arches instantly, leaning into his mouth. He licks you from your entrance up to your clit, groaning at the taste of you.
“Fuck,” you whine, gripping his har, holding him against you. He laps at you, flicking the firm point of his tongue over your swollen clit over and over.
“Mmm,” he growls against you, the vibrations drawing a whimper up your throat. He eats you like a man starved, as he always does, digging his fingers into your hips and caging you in against his mouth.
“So good, Sangie, ah–” you yelp as his teeth scrape against your clit, a low chuckle vibrating through you at your reaction. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth, one hand loosening its grip on your hip to weave around to your throbbing entrance.
You feel two fingers inching up the inside of your thigh, the light touch prickling goosebumps across your skin. The moment you look down at him, he pops his mouth off of you, briefly sucking his fingers into his mouth, your arousal shining on his chin. His dark eyes don’t leave yours as he guides his fingers to your center, teasingly running them through your wetness before plunging them deep inside you.
“Ah!” You cry out at the sudden sensation, deep arousal coursing through your body as you watch your boyfriend rut against the mattress in time with the thrust of his fingers. He finds that tender spot inside of you easily, hitting it with each pump.
“So tight, are you sure you’ll be able to take me? Hm?” He scissors his fingers inside of you, the sound of how wet you are making his cock twitch in his sweatpants. “Gonna stretch you open so I can stuff you fucking full,” you whine at his words, his dirty mouth driving you mad. “My pretty little cocksleeve, made for me,”
“I can take you,” you nod, watching him add a third finger, the stretch stinging at first but quickly dissolving into pleasure. “I can, I can,” you repeat, “m-made for you Sangie, I was–” your words evaporate into thin air as he sucks your clit into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over and over.
You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, warmth rushing to your center. You roll your hips on his mouth, holding him against you, hoping he’ll let you get there. He must sense you trying to take control, slowing his fingers slightly. Feeling your orgasm fading away, you whine, struggling to push your hips harder onto his fingers. He chuckles against you before pulling away completely.
“Fuck!” You cry out in frustration, “what the fuck,”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he scolds you, pushing up onto his knees between your legs, a dark patch spreading on his sweatpants where the head of his leaking cock presses against the fabric. “Trying to come without my permission, and you think you can speak to me like that?” You feel your cheeks reddening as you realize what you did, your eyes widening at the hard set of his jaw. He’s pissed. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, tilting his head to one side until his neck cracks.
“Flip over.”
You’re frozen, propped up on your elbows staring at him, mouth hanging open. “W-what? I–”
“Did I stutter? Flip the fuck over. Ass up. Now.”
You scramble to roll onto your stomach, pushing up onto your hands and knees. “I didn’t mean to, Yeo, I’m s-sorry,” your cunt is throbbing in anticipation as you spread your thighs wide, dropping onto your elbows just how you know he wants you.
“I’m sure you didn’t, greedy girl,” you hear shuffling behind you, feeling him getting closer to you, but not yet touching you. “How many, hm? Five?” You feel fingers ghosting across the middle of your back, trailing slowly down your spine. “Ten?” You shiver, knowing you can take ten but desperately wanting him inside of you sooner than that.
“You’re lucky my cock is fucking aching right now or I’d do fifteen,” he growls, “how about five, hm?” His hand glides over the swell of your ass, and you have to stop yourself from leaning into his touch.
“Five,” you confirm, settling into the pillows beneath you.
“Five it is.” His hand disappears and your breath hitches in your throat. “Count.” A crack rings through the room as he spanks you hard, the warmth of the sting rushing straight to your core.
“One,” you cry out, breath heaving.
“Good.” Another spank, a little harder than the last.
“Two,” your pussy clenches at the burn, and you can already feel the skin of your ass turning red.
He doesn’t warn you before spanking you a third time, but he lets his hand linger to soothe your angry skin for a moment.
“Three,”
Another.
“Four,” your voice cracks, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Color?” Your boyfriend asks from behind you, a hint of worry in his voice.
“Green, I can do it, one more,” your words rush out, wanting to let him know you’re okay.
“One more,” he confirms, bringing his hand down one last time, keeping it there to massage your sore skin.
“Five,” you sob into the pillow, finally leaning into his touch, letting him guide your hips down to the mattress.
“You did so well, pretty,” he leans over you, kissing you behind your ear as he brushes your hair to the side. “My good girl,”
“Please, baby, I want you,” each hard smack on your ass only made you more and more desperate for your boyfriend. You know he wants to take care of you, check in, make sure you’re okay, but you need him badly. You roll over onto your back, and he hovers over you, only softness and concern in his eyes now. You open your legs, pulling him between them, his hardness resting against your core through his sweatpants.
“I’m okay, please Sangie,” you reach for him, cupping his cheek in your palm, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, tugging him closer.
“Jagi,” he whispers, “are you sure?” He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger a moment before pulling back to look at you.
“Mhm,” you nod, your hand trailing down to the hem of his tank top. He lets you pull it up slightly before helping you take it off completely. His skin glows under the sunlight streaming through your windows, casting gentle shadows to emphasize each one of his muscles. You pull your own top off over your head too, fully bare for him. You roll your hips against his clothed cock, drawing a groan up his throat.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he drinks you in, admiring your soft form. All dominance has faded from his mannerisms, loving and sheer want taking over.
“Kiss me,” you reach for him, and he meets you halfway to press his lips to yours. His need for you takes over, and he licks into your mouth as he rushes to pull his sweatpants and boxer briefs down. His length bumps against your heat, Yeosang hissing at the feeling, rocking against you as he kicks his pants off completely.
He breaks the kiss to kneel between your legs, fisting his angry, leaking cock. He pumps himself twice as he adjusts his positioning, running the tip of his cock through your arousal. “Ready?” He asks, nudging at your aching entrance.
You nod, reaching for him. He leans over you, letting out a shuddering breath as he pushes into you, filling you in one swift thrust. You moan at the feeling, the sound swallowed by his mouth against yours. He pulls out to the tip as he glides his tongue over your bottom lip, then slams into you.
“Shit,” you mumble against his lips, licking into his mouth. He meets your kisses hungrily, tangling his tongue with yours as he moves his hips, slowly at first, then pumping into you with a slow and steady rhythm.
You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back as he picks up the pace, hitting deeper with each thrust, but not quite deep enough.
“Harder, Yeo,” you break the kiss to ask, “need you deeper,”
He chuckles darkly, knowing just how to get the angle you need. He straightens, staying inside of you as he lifts your hips with ease, keeping you suspended in a solid grip as he guides your hips to meet his thrusts, instantly hitting your g-spot.
“Fuck, yes,” you cry out, letting him masterfully handle your body, bumping against that sensitive spot over and over.
“So pretty taking my cock,” he praises you, fucking into you impossibly hard, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. “I love you so fucking much, my good girl,”
“I love you,” you pant, getting closer and closer to the edge as he fucks into you, but you want to take care of him first. “W-wanna ride you, Sangie,” he slows down at your proposal.
“You sure?” He knows your body must be spent, but you’re determined.
“Wanna make you feel good,” you whine, “please?”
“I can’t say no to those eyes,” he grins.
He pulls out of you to roll you on top of him, easily maneuvering your body until you’re straddling him, his head nestled in the pillows. He lays back, eyes twinkling as he waits for you to take over.
You reach for his cock, wrapping your fingers around it, his eyes rolling back as you slowly pump him. “Mm,” he moans at the feeling, resting his hands on your thighs as you adjust to line him up with your entrance. His fingers dig into your thighs as you slowly lower yourself onto him, gasping as your clit grazes his skin once he’s fully seated inside of you.
“Fuck, jagiya,” he runs his hands up your thighs and around your hips to hold you still for a moment. “Be gentle with me, I don’t want this to be over too soon,” he chuckles.
“We have all day, baby,” you lift your hips slightly despite his firm grip on you, but he doesn’t stop you. You drop back down, drawing another beautiful moan from his lips. His grip loosens as he gives in to you, and you start bouncing your hips, his cock reaching deep inside you. You plant your hands in the middle of his chest as you find your rhythm.
He watches you with lidded eyes, his jaw hanging open as you take what you need. He reaches a hand up to palm your breast, your head falling back as he thumbs your nipple. It doesn’t take long for your climax to start building, his thumb on your nipple and your clit rocking against him bringing you right back to the precipice.
You know he’s close too, his breathing turning shallow and his grip tightening on your hips.
“Come here,” he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss him.
The new angle gives him space to plant his feet on the mattress and roll his hips up into you, matching your rhythm.
“Need to fill you up,” he pants,
“Yes, please,” you squeeze around him, feeling him twitch inside of you. Warmth spreads throughout your body as you inch closer and closer to release, each rock of your clit against him pushing you there.
“Come with me,” he commands you, your body tensing in his grasp as it washes over you. He fucks up into you twice more before he stills, spilling hot inside of you, groaning into your mouth. He lowers his hips slowly, guiding yours with him, staying inside of you, letting you collapse against his chest.
You both struggle to catch your breath, holding each other close while you come down. He strokes your hair, and you let your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, listening to the slowing beat of his heart.
“Wanna get more comfortable?” He asks, and you laugh, suddenly aware of how sore your hips are feeling, and the stinging lingering on your ass from your earlier punishments.
“Mhm,” you let him lift you off of him, guiding your pliant form onto your bed. He rolls you onto your belly, settling behind you to massage your hips. He rubs gentle circles into your skin, the soreness and tension in your tired muscles melting away under his skilled hands.
“I’ll be right back, my love,” he softly says as he hops up to wiggle back into his sweatpants, “I want to get something to clean you up, I’ll just be a minute.” He kisses your forehead before padding out of the room. You stretch your tired limbs, listening to the rustling and sounds of running water from down the hallway.
A moment later, Yeosang comes back into the room, his arms full of various things for you. He plugs in your heating pad, letting it warm up as he wipes his release from your inner thighs with a warm towel. You watch him as he bustles around the room, setting water and Tylenol on your nightstand and fluffing up your pillow for you. He grabs you a clean pair of underwear and one of your big sleep shirts, gently helping you dress, peppering you with kisses all the while.
You snuggle up facing his side of the bed, letting him cover you with a blanket and lay your heating pad over your lower back. He finally slides under the blanket with you, and you lay your head on his chest, throwing one leg over him, effectively caging him in. He chuckles at your clinginess.
“How’re you feeling?” He whispers, peppering kisses along your hairline.
“Perfect,” you nuzzle into him, and he rests his chin on top of your head.
“That wasn’t too much?”
“Of course not,” you assure him. “If it was, I would’ve told you to stop.”
He nods, accepting your response, wrapping an arm around your waist. You lay together in comfortable silence for a moment. You feel yourself starting to drift off, until his voice cuts through.
“Baby?” Yeosang says, a note of hesitance in his tone.
“Hm?”
“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers, squeezing your waist.
“Of course,” you respond, rubbing a finger over a freckle on his chest.
“I dropped that pan on purpose.” You can hear the smile in his voice as he confesses to you.
“Kang Yeosang!” You scold him through your laughter, lightly smacking his chest. You prop yourself up to look at him, and he sheepishly smiles back at you.
“Sorry!” He apologizes half-heartedly, “I didn’t want you having all the fun without me.”
“Well next time,” you inch closer to him, “why don’t you wake me up with your mouth instead,” you brush your lips over his as his arm tightens around your waist.
”You don’t have to ask me twice,” he kicks the blanket off of you to roll you onto your back, crawling on top of you, swallowing your giddy giggles as he kisses you. He spreads your legs with his knees, dropping gentle kisses down your jawline. You quickly pull your heating pad out from under you and toss it on the floor.
“Quick,” he whispers, “pretend to be asleep.” You close your eyes as he slides down your body, settling between your legs once again, and you realize you’ll definitely be in bed for the rest of the day.
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bom i’m back because i went in my instagram saved folder to show someone something(ironically another pair of wild shoes) and realized i had the reel i was talking about saved so here it is
warnings: 18+ MDNI, meandom!jongho x fem!reader (once again lol), overstimulation (w a vibe), degradation, crying
pissing jongho off never really works in your favor.
“Can’t…no more…”
Jongho drags the vibrator-on its highest setting, slowly up through your folds again. It works to spread your slick all over, showing you without words that he doesn’t really believe you. Even if your thighs are shaking against his pretty hands, he holds them still. Even if your voice grows hoarse from all the moaning, he listens to the silence.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it?”
He asks this with the evilest smile, moving the hair out of your face from his position above you to watch the way the sweat gleams on your face. Cute.
He enjoys watching you writhe in a cloud of pain and pleasure. In fact he loves it. He loves that he’s the only one who gets you like this, broken and vulnerable and mumbling nonsense as he makes you cum for the umpteenth time with just his hands. It’s a view he worked hard for.
You grasp his wrist tightly as the coil in you grows to a burning point again. The pleasure is bordering on giving you a sugar rush with the sweet, encouraging look he gives you and the tender way he holds your body. It’s contrasted with the meanness of his voice and the way he shoves the vibrator against your puffy clit harsher as the tears grow in your eyes.
“Shoulda known better,” he presses a kiss to your cheek as he whispers into your ear, “You know how I get when you send me pictures like that.”
Your body jolts as he presses the vibrator against your skin until it’s practically a part of you, “Making me think about this pretty pussy all day at work…”
His words are like a gateway to another dimension, releasing something in you that crawls over your body and makes all of your senses go numb. There’s really nothing in your mind except Jongho’s touch. He doesn’t stop even as your tears roll down onto the pillow.
You try to push his arm away, but your body is too weak to really do anything, “Jongho, please…”
Jongho turns the vibrator off. He finally climbs on top of you, covering your entire body like a blanket and soothing your screaming nerves. He admires you for a moment, watching the way your chest rises and falls and your eyes water. It doesn’t help his aching cock. He’s not done with you yet.
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