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sit on his face and use his nose for my own pleasure? suck him off and stop whenever he's about to cum until he's shaking, face wet with tears, and his lips bitten red, voice high and whiny while begging for me to let him cum? possibilities are endless.
cory is thinking about... leehan having a mommy kink ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆
inspired by an ask i received on april 21st <𝟑 .ᐟ
the first time something other than your name slipped out during sex, you paused completely.
"mm-mph! fuck- mommy-"
the moment you stopped, leehan instantly felt a pit of guilt in his stomach. you and him talked through every decision together, especially when it came to trying new things in bed.
it was good for both of you, since the pair of you had always struggled with immediate change. plus, who could ever deny that communication was a good thing?
"s-sorry, i shouldn't- i should've-"
his breathing was still strained, limbs shaking from the sensual activities the two of you had been participating in just moments prior. The feeling of your wetness still subconsciously clenching around his length wasn't helping, either.
you slapped your hand over his blabbering mouth, making his eyes widen-- "say it again."
your hand slowly lifted from his face, and he felt his adam's apple bob in his throat before speaking, "please ride me, m-mommy."
electricity shot up core and need sparked through your entire body as his shaky voice rang out. the thick smell of sweat and amber incense filling your lungs as your sank back down on his lap.
he whined, hips bucking upwards to fill you up as much as possible. you continued to lift yourself up and down, enjoying the burn taking over your muscles everytime you did so.
"f-fuck, mom-mommy--"
"c'mon baby, c-cum for your mommy." you encouraged, humming contently as he let out a high-pitch whine. his head tilted upwards as he neared his release, the rhythmic thumping as your bodies moved in unison; you were sure the two of you would be receiving yet another noise compliant soon... but that was a problem from tomorrow.
"c-close, close close close!" leehan's lashes were wet with tears as his heart quickened, "say please." you said firmly, making eye contact with your nearly-fucked out lover.
"please, please let me-" he let out a sharp whine as he felt himself grow closer and closer to spilling inside of you, "m-mommy, please let me cum!"
you ran a hand through his red hair as you gave him permission, gasping as you began to fill his warm seed ooze out, filling your insides with a comfortable warmth that only turned you on more.
"good boy, fuck, you're such a good boy for mommy." you praised as you regained control of your breathing, not caring to wait until leehan had done the same before letting your pace grow sloppy as you chased your own orgasm.
he let out a soft, surprised cry as you rode him at your own desired speed-- practically fucking him into the mattress until you reached your release.
you collapsed next to him in bed, his legs still shaking from being used.
"you're calling me that every time we have sex." you breathed, gazing up at the ceiling of your apartment. leehan's eyes widened with excitement as he nodded, happy to do whatever his mommy asked of him.
cory speak ! : i've come to the realization that i only post when i'm really depressed/anxious.... don't know what that says about me but what i do know is i <3 being a freak !!
pairing : sub!jongseob x dom!fem!reader [non idol au!!]
synopsis : the movie is boring, so you find something else to do. something else to play with... and poor jongseob? he'll be quiet like the good boy you know he is.
warnings : public play, mommy kink, hand jobs, hair pulling, degrading, humiliation kink sorta, dacryphilia, some praise, everything written is consensual and between two adults
lower case intended !! minors do not interact !!
the movie was boring. it was some indie film about war that for some reason was put into theaters for one night and one night only-- you'd barely been able to stay awake through the opening scene.
you could tell your boyfriend, jongseob, felt the same way. his eyelids heavy as he tried his best to stay awake.
rolling your eyes, you decided to save this date night from becoming totally boring.
slipping your hand underneath the popcorn bucket startled jongseob just enough for him to look at you, and when you began palming at his soft dick through his pants.
his eyes widened as they met yours, even in the dim cinema you could tell his cheeks were a flaring shade of red. he gulped, eyes asking you what the hell you were doing.
"keep quiet." you whispered, looking between the screen and your sub. "watch the movie, baby."
he nodded, heart thumping against his chest as he attempted to ignore the feeling of your hand on his growing erection. he gasped quietly, one hand gripping onto your thigh as the other gripped onto the popcorn bucket tightly.
jongseob was.... noisy. to say the least. and typically, you loved hearing your boyfriend's pathetic noises, the thought of finding out just how loud he could get excited you like nothing else.
but... you also loved giving jongseob a challenge. watching him squirm as he tried his best to obey a command you knew was difficult for him.
"you feel that, angel?" you asked gently, tilting your head and whispering into jongseob's ear. your breath against the cartilage of his ear making him shudder. you traced his clothed erection with your fingertip, the hardened length was bulging through his sweatpants-- practically begging to be played with.
he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain control of himself.
"--feel how mommy got you so hard? so fast?" you were confident in your whispering, confident nobody would hear you degrading your boy. besides most of the people in the theater had either left or fallen asleep.
a soft whimper left the back of jongseob's throat as his cock twitched without his permission. reminding him of just how pathetic he was in this situation.
"d'you know why that is?" you smiled softly at how jongseob shook his head meekly, as if moving any part of his body would make him hornier. "it's cause you need this. you're a slut, because i trained you to be." your tone turned sharp, making jongseob's head spin.
he let out a louder whimper as you tugged at his hair, popcorn bucket falling from his hand and spilling out onto the sticky cinema floor. a few heads turned your ways, but you managed to place your hand back in your own lap just in time.
"are you okay, honey?" you asked, louder than you had been speaking before. just enough to create a false narrative for the strangers around you.
jongseob's chest was rising up and down as he nodded, stumbling over a yes.
"y-yes momm- i- ma'am-" his cheeks matched the same shade of red as the theater seats at this point, and you found that it was driving you insane.
once you were absolutely sure the theater went back to the bore that was the movie, you went back to palming at your submissive's hardened cock.
he shifted in his seat, growing overly impatient-- biting his lip and taking a deep breath. his eyes widened, head turning to you swiftly as his eyes filled with a mixture of lust, panic and embarrassment as your hands dipped inside of his pants and past the waistband of his boxers.
jongseob's eyes instantly squeezed shut as he gripped onto both arm rests, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he attempted to keep himself quick.
you scooped up some of the precum that was dribbling from his tip, using it to slicken up his cock before wrapping your hand around the length and slowly beginning to slide your hand up and down.
the feeling was intoxicating. your touch was already heaven to seob, but the adrenaline high of knowing that getting caught could ruin both your lives? god, he felt like the room was spinning.
"look at you, you're shaking, baby." you teased, keeping the same pace you'd started at. you weren't in a rush to make your boyfriend cum, nor were you in the mood to overstimulate him.
just one good orgasm would be enough to cure your boredom.
jongseob murmured something intelligible under his breath, the slurred words shaky.
"hm? what was that?" you tilted your head, sitting up straighter. "you need to speak up for mommy, sweetheart."
he whined at this, shaking his head and accidentally letting another-- nearly silent-- "nhm!" slip through his lips. his eyes widened, only to fill with embarrassed tears as he looked around nervously.
you shushed him, grabbing his chin with your spare hand and carefully turning his gaze to meet yours. "just look at mommy. can you do that?" you asked, smiling proudly at how quickly jongseob nodded his head up and down.
judging by the way jongseob's cock was twitching every time you swiped your hand up and down, you knew your sub was close to cumming.
"you wanna cum, don't you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. jongseob's silent tears fell harder as he nodded, feeling like he was going to explode any moment.
the concept of falling apart inside of a theater-- wanting to fall apart inside of a theater was embarrassing. humiliation flooded his body, clashing with the adrenaline rush he got from being played with in public.
they fought for domination. almost as if with every pump of your hand, one gained more power of him. the waves of emotions were dizzying, his brain turning to mush slowly as he looked you in the eye.
you were so pretty. so gentle but so stern. so mean but so sweet. so you.
"mommy-" he couldn't help himself, his tone was quiet but talking risked moaning-- and his moans would be anything but quiet. "i know, mommy knows." you comforted, snaking your hand into his hair and gently tugging at the strands-- smoothing the strands out just before he let out pained whimpers.
"cl-" you shushed him. you loved your sub, but loving him also meant knowing him and you knew that if jongseob talked right now it'd result in making a bigger scene than either of you needed.
"go ahead, cum for mommy." you nodded, letting out a mocking coo as he leaned forward and buried his face into your chest. the change in position made milking his cum out of his cock a bit uncomfortable, but you decided not to ruin your boy's orgasm tonight.
you pumped him until there was nothing left spilling out, his milky substance ruining his boxers and threatening to leak through his sweatpants. you were glad you told him to change into a darker shade than the original grey pair he had earlier today.
jongseob's tears wet your hoodie, the overwhelming sensation of release paired with everything else he was feeling could only be processed through crying.
using your clean hand, you rubbed comforting circles on jongseob's back as you kissed the top of his head. dipping down so you could whisper into his ear,
"mommy's got you, baby. you did such a good job for me, sweetheart."
a letter from dove!… anon idk if you even want this anymore but here i am posting it after 2 months gulp…
SUNGO ꜜ
you don’t care what people think when they see you with sungho. people make assumptions all the time. just because they think that stuff doesn’t make it true. most of it is actually pretty funny.
like the fact that his friends seem to think he’s the dominant one in your relationship.
if they paid more attention, maybe they’d notice. they would see how fidgety he gets when he stumbles and you say “sorry, excuse him. he’s so clumsy.” they would notice how often he texts and calls you throughout the day, asking if he can go here or do this.
the public displays, you think, are subtle, but if people knew what to look for, they’d recognize the dynamic between the two of you. it’s what you do in private that would surely change how they see the two of you.
“aww, what’s wrong?”
the second you speak, sungho’s lips part—so well trained, so eager to make sure he doesn’t disappoint—but no words come out. just sounds. ragged gasps and embarrassing whines that bring a cruel smile to your lips. he wants to tell you what’s wrong, he just can’t.
he still hasn’t given you an answer. you exhale sharply through your nose, crossing one leg over the other, your eyes narrowing. “are you really that stupid, sungho? do you need my help to answer a single question, too?”
sungho pouts, but he doesn’t deny your words. instead, his cheeks blossom into the most adorable shade of pink. “please let me touch myself, noona. it hurts so much…”
“what hurts, baby?” reaching out, your fingertips trace faintly over the outline of the bulge straining against his pants, eliciting a gasp from him. “this?” immediately, sungho nods, sinking his teeth into his lower lip to maintain his restraint.
he’s been good. it’s the least you could do.
“fine, go ahead . but don’t cum until i say so, understand?”
more below the cut! ꜜ
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RIWOO ꜜ
he’s the one who wanted this. this was his idea. you were just playing along with the fantasy.
you were hesitant in the beginning. having sex with someone who wasn’t riwoo wasn’t something you ever thought you’d be doing when you first entered this relationship, but you got more and more used to it as time went on.
“fuck, you’re so much bigger than—ah—my boyfriend…”
riwoo’s eyes meet yours through the crack in the door, and he wonders what you see when you look at him. he hopes you think he looks pathetic, that the sight of him fucking his fist while watching you get ravaged by someone else makes you want to spit more harsh words directed at him.
through your never-ending moans, you manage to answer his prayers. “feels so good… riwoo never fucks me like this.” and you’re right. he doesn’t fuck you like that, ever. he won’t let himself. it’s so much better when he gets to watch other people do it to you in his place.
the best part is when you’re close. your mind gets fuzzy whenever your orgasm starts creeping up on you, and when that happens, he gets to hear you scream his name because your brain to mouth filter disappears within the haze of pleasure. it’s always enough to make him cum on the spot with a quiet little whine, spilling his load into his hand, watching as some of it drips down onto the floor near his feet.
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JAEHYUN ꜜ
you always figured jaehyun might be into something like this.
he always comes when you call. he never questions your requests, no matter how outlandish. he insists that he belongs to you—every single part of him.
“jaehyun!”
as expected, he never strays too far. the second you call his name, he’s entering the living room, stood directly in front of you as he eagerly awaits what you have to say. he hopes it’s a command.
“strip. now.”
a tingle travels up his spine. he loves when you talk to him like that, straight to the point as always, no room for disobedience. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t even nod, just starts peeling off his clothes later by layer until he’s bared to your scrutinizing gaze. you point downwards, towards the floor, and he kneels without a second thought, inching himself as close as you’ll allow.
you let him get close enough, then hold out your hand, signaling for him to stop. the silence stretches for several moments. if jaehyun is nervous at how intensely you’re staring at him, he doesn’t let it show. you sigh, your voice cold when you decide to speak again. “my coffee was cold this morning.”
his eyes widen, the memory of his mistake flowing back to the forefront of his mind. you see his lips part, but you don’t allow him a chance to explain himself. you press down the toe of your heel against his half-hard cock, scoffing under your breath when he bucks his hips up into your shoe. “mm… please, mistress—”
jaehyun gasps at the feeling of you pressing your foot down harder. “shut up. you don’t speak unless i say you can.” you remind him, shaking your head. poor thing is already leaking precum all over your new shoes. guess you’ll have to make him lick them clean later.
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TAESAN ꜜ
“hey guys! so glad to see you all again.”
leaning in closer to the camera, you flash a smile to the screen, much to your viewer’s delight. it hasn’t been long since you started streaming, and you’re steadily growing in popularity with each new post—partly because you’re so pretty and charismatic… mostly because of taesan.
your eyes scan over the comments, trying to read them out before they disappear. one in particular catches your eye. “where’s kitty?” throwing a quick glance to your left, then back towards the camera, you pick it up, giving everyone a good view of exactly what they all come to see.
taesan, with his furry ears perched on top of his head and collar secured around his neck, is the main attraction. he lies in near the bottom of your shared bed, sprawled out on his back, his naked skin shining with sweat and his thighs and abdomen stained with several rounds worth of cum. your hand hasn’t stopped moving up and down his achingly oversensitive cock yet. you’ve been doing this before you even turned the camera on, and now he’s had, what? four? five orgasms? he can’t even remember.
“isn’t he so cute?” you giggle, placing the camera back down on your desk. taesan mumbles something, but neither of you even try to understand whatever it was, knowing that he’s far past the point of coherency by now. “i hate having to punish him. he’s usually such a good boy, but i guess even good pets break rules sometimes.”
the people love it. they eat it up every time, donating ridiculous amounts to see you edge him or choose something from your toy box to use on him until he cries.
you perk up at the familiar chime of a donation coming through. $300, and all you had to do was “milk him dry plssss.”
“don’t pass out on me yet, kitty.”
taesan whines, his body jolting when you lightly pinch his thigh. did he even have a choice?
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LEEHAN ꜜ
“look at us,” you whisper, resting your chin on leehan’s shoulder, turning his head to face the mirror. “don’t we look so pretty?”
leehan stares back at his reflection, but says nothing. he almost doesn’t recognize himself. the makeup, the way you’ve styled his hair, the lingerie you’ve made him put on… he really does look like a girl. he looks pretty.
“isn’t this so fun?” smiling, you take his hands in yours, pulling him up and away from your vanity. “i love sleepovers. should we paint our nails next?”
leehan looks away, averting eye contact with you. “i… could we maybe do something else?” something less embarrassing is what he probably means. maybe even something normal, like watching a movie or baking cookies. he doesn’t expect you to sit him on your thigh and tell him to get himself off.
“you think i can’t feel how wet you are?” you tilt your head to the side, hooking your finger underneath the waistband of the frilly pink panties you’d made him put on earlier, pulling it as far as you could before letting go. the elastic snaps back against his hip, which makes him hiss quietly in pain. “now be a good girl and do it. i know you know how. you probably do it all the time for the boys, don’t you?”
with your guidance—because he was clearly too shy to start on his own—leehan rocks his hips back and forth along your thigh. the wet stain on the front of his underwear gets more and more prominent the more he moves, and so does his embarrassment. even so, he didn’t want to stop. being treated like this was kind of… hot? it was weird, and he’d probably never admit it to you out loud. he’d just leave his evidence in the form of his rapidly approaching orgasm, and maybe you’d get the hint that he wanted to do this again sometime.
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WOONHAK ꜜ
what was so hard about eating a girl out? you were only letting woonhak do this because he claimed he knew what he was doing. you didn’t realize he was one of those guys. the kind that always boast about how good they are at making girls cum. you’re not even the slightest bit close right now.
you sigh loudly, again, lowering your phone to see if woonhak is any closer to being finished so you can fake an orgasm and shoo him away—but no, his head is still buried between your legs, much to your disappointment. rolling your eyes, you go back to typing on your phone, no longer interested in paying him any attention.
“mmph—” it’s quiet. so quiet, you almost thought the sound was coming from your phone. the faint creaking sound that you didn’t think was important enough to pay attention to. “shit…” woonhak stands up, sheepishly clutching at at front of his jeans. this time, you put your phone down, sitting up to get a closer look at whatever he’s trying to hide from you.
“did you just cum?” the question is so blunt, it startles him. he looks at you, mouth agape, ears burning as he debates wether or not if he should tell the truth. like you don’t already know. what a joke.
“uh…” he looks away, unable to meet your eyes all of a sudden. “maybe?”
your disbelief renders you speechless. what was he doing, humping the bed while he was attempting to eat you out? just when you thought he couldn’t get any more pathetic, he finds some way to prove you wrong.
you can’t help it. you laugh at him. the loud kind that never seems to end no matter how hard you try and reign yourself back in. you think you hear him leave at some point, his footsteps fast and anxious, but you don’t care to check. you’re already texting your friends to let them know where woonhak falls on your ranked list.
kim woonhak. 1/10. can’t eat pussy to save his life. came in his pants lol.
omg it’s cory… i was literally thinking about u yesterday how r u!!
— kati @ilysungho ♡
HEHEHE >.< hi kati i'm okay!! started a new job so my anxiety is at an all-time high :,< but before that i spent the past 9 days hanging out with lori irl so like you win some you lose some
CORYYY MY GOAT HAS RETURNED!!! (I missed u so much) (not in a parasocial way I swear I’m glad u had an amazing week) (I am just constantly on the leehan x reader tag bc he’s my silly guy) IM GLAD U HAD THE BEST WEEK EVER YOU DESERVED IT!!!!!
❤️❤️, 📹 anon
WAAA THANK YOU SORRY FOR RE-DISAPPEARING LIFE WAS CRAZY FOR AWHILE