hope you know how disrespectful it is to openly interact with mdni accounts
im not the only minor on tumblr dawg there are prob so many other minors who are reblogging and reading smut rn and who ACTUALLY sees mdni and is like “oh im gonna skip this since it says mdni!!😳” i doubt it😭😭 plus sumtimes i dont even go to every single acc i reblog and see if they have a mdni in there bio or wtv.. and u guys cant control everyone online do u know how many other things u could be worrying abt rn
enhypen who’s mtl to like messy sex, like creampies, cum running down your thighs allat.. 👀
a/n: chile i felt dirty writing this 😭. anyways trying to empty out my drafts and asks. promise im not ignoring anyone
who enjoys messy sex ?
most
jake
- its not on purpose... mostly not on purpose.
- he cums a lot, so thats already messy enough. but between lube, cum, his tears and your essence, it gets crazy!
- if he's feeling desperate, he might clean you up with his mouth, who's with me
niki
- is obsessed with the way you cream around him ... is even more obsessed when its paired with his cum. he doesn't mind the mess, or cleaning it up, but the post nut clarity makes him feel guilty for leaving you like that. meanwhile, you're glowing.
jungwon
- likes making you messy. squirting, creaming, drool, tears, makeup, you name it. otherwise, he's pretty clean, besides maybe finishing all over your body.
heeseung
- he's messy on accident. sometimes one of you get too into it and his dick slips out, some of his pre splattering on you. he also gets lost in the sauce pretty often, shooting loads back to back. then he has the nerve to fall asleep.
sunghoon
- he's a simple man! he cums on you or inside you. you're probably messier than him, and in that case he doesn't mind. but even when he's finishing on you, he tries his best to keep it in one area, like your stomach, or back.
jay
- doesn't mind it because he feels like a little mess is just something that comes with really good sex, but does try to keep it as clean as possible. if it does get messy he always has a towel under you, wipes on the nighstand and fresh sheets in the dryer.
sunoo
- he gets so annoyed when cum starts going places it wasn't supposed to. one time it flew into your hair and he felt so bad
- don't get me wrong, creampies and facials are cute in the moment but the clean up doesn't make it worth it for him
- he does get a little messy when eating you out though ... but you didn't hear this from enhaeil
yk its may and i notice tgat ur name is may and thsts so cute and funny to me hehe is it fun to have a same name as a month🥹if that was me i would giggle evertimew
JAKE WHEN HES JEALOUS AND HE LEAVES A BUNCH OF MARKS ON YOU PUHLEASEEE 🙏🙏
let me in (20cm deeper) - sjy
pairing: jake x reader
synopsis: He wasn’t supposed to care—but one jealous glance, one reckless FaceTime call mid-thrust, and now he’s fucking you like he needs the whole world to know you’re his. ✉️ 2144wc - tw ‼️ jealousy, possessiveness, oral (f receiving), rough sex, marking, face sitting, name kink, phone sex, humiliation, choking (light), degradation, creampie, overstimulation, praise kink, dom!jake
💌 mark me up and I’ll show up to uni the next day without a doubt 😵 pookie I love ur reqs sm send more 😘
He wasn’t supposed to care. That was the rule—his own rule. The one he made the first night he kissed you with too much tongue and not enough thought, when the two of you stumbled into your bedroom half-laughing, half-buzzed, and fully aware that this couldn’t mean anything. You were friends. Good friends. He liked your company, liked your voice when you read texts aloud with dumb impressions, liked how you made taking vitamins feel like a shared inside joke instead of a self-imposed regimen. But that was all it was supposed to be.
Until it wasn’t.
It started with something stupid—an Instagram story, of all things. Jake had opened his phone during a water break at the gym, wiping sweat from his brow with the hem of his shirt when he saw it. A boomerang. You. Smiling. Head tilted toward someone else. A guy. The caption was harmless—he’s so funny lol—but Jake felt his throat tighten.
He made it through the rest of his workout on autopilot, pushing harder than usual, muscles screaming for rest while his thoughts spiraled. You weren’t even doing anything wrong. You weren’t his. He wasn’t yours. But the image played over and over again in his head: you laughing like that at someone else’s jokes, leaning into their shoulder, letting them have the version of you Jake thought was just his for a little while.
And then you texted.
come over later?
i got wine and that ice cream u like 😋
Jake stared at your message for a full five minutes, heart thudding hard against his chest. His first instinct was to say no, to pull back and cool off, to remind himself of his stupid rules about boundaries and keeping things clean. But then he remembered your smile in that photo, how open and easy it looked.
He texted back.
be there in 15
He didn’t take his usual post-gym ginseng shot. Didn’t do his skincare. Didn’t even double-check his weekly checklist of personal goals.
Because suddenly, all Jake could think about was making sure you remembered exactly who you belonged to tonight.
You open the door barefoot and braless, wearing one of those oversized shirts that barely covers your thighs—probably on purpose. Jake knows you. You’re not oblivious. You know exactly what you do to him when you act like this: all casual and sweet and soft, like you’re not the same person who had their head on someone else’s shoulder earlier.
“Hey,” you say like nothing happened, already turning back toward the kitchen. “I opened the red. Wanna pour?”
He follows silently, eyes on the curve of your legs as you walk. There’s music playing—something soft and lazy—and he realizes it’s the kind of song people play on dates. Candlelight flickers on the counter. You always keep it cozy when he comes over, but tonight it feels too intentional. Too romantic.
He wonders if the other guy saw you like this.
Jake doesn’t say much as you hand him a glass of wine. He doesn’t joke around like he usually does. He just leans against the counter, swirling the drink, pretending not to watch the way you sip yours with a slight smirk.
“So,” you start, licking a drop of wine from your lip, “what’s with the face? You look like you benched your personal best and didn’t get praised for it.”
His jaw ticks. “Saw your story.”
Your brows lift. “What, the one with Yena’s party?”
Jake hums, gaze dropping to your bare thighs. “Yeah. That one.”
You lean a little closer, head tilting. “He’s just a friend, Jake. You jealous or something?”
There it is. The spark. The dangerous one.
Jake sets his wine down with a quiet clink. “No,” he lies, voice low and clipped. “Just curious why he’s got you laughing like that. I don’t remember you looking that happy the last time I made you come.”
The air thickens. Your smile falters for half a second, like you weren’t expecting him to be that blunt. Then it returns—slow, calculated. You set your wine down too, stepping between his legs where he leans against the counter.
“You could fix that,” you whisper. “If you want.”
Jake stares at you for a long, long moment. Every disciplined bone in his body screams at him to slow down, to play it cool, to not let you see how tightly he’s wound. But you’re close now. Too close. And your skin smells like warm sugar and sin.
And in this moment, with your mouth inches from his and your thigh brushing his jeans—Jake doesn’t want to be responsible. He just wants you wrecked and shaking, begging for the man you almost forgot was yours.
Jake doesn’t kiss you gently. He crashes into you like a dam finally bursting, months of restraint swept away in one hard press of his mouth. His hands find your waist, then your hips, then the backs of your thighs as he lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing. The wine glasses clink behind you, forgotten. Your shirt rides up, and Jake’s lips never leave yours—just grow hungrier, messier, more desperate.
“You drive me insane,” he murmurs against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck, biting harder with each inch. “Walking around like this… smiling like that… for someone else.”
Your breath catches when his teeth graze the base of your neck. “He didn’t even—”
“Don’t care,” Jake growls, already sucking a bruise into the hollow of your throat. “You’re mine when I’m here. You get that?”
You nod, already breathless, already aching. His hands slip beneath your shirt—warm, rough, and intent—and you gasp when he pulls it over your head in one smooth motion. He doesn’t give you time to feel shy. Doesn’t even pause.
Instead, his mouth is everywhere at once—on your collarbone, between your breasts, down your stomach. Each kiss is matched with a mark. Sharp nips that bloom into bruises. His tongue soothes them after, but it’s all part of the same rhythm: claim, soothe, repeat.
“Jake,” you whimper, squirming as he pulls your thighs apart with an easy grip. “You’re being—”
“Thorough,” he finishes, looking up at you from between your legs, eyes dark with jealousy and heat. “You let someone else make you laugh. I’m gonna remind you who makes you scream.”
And then his mouth is on you. Hot, focused, relentless. You grab at his hair, already trembling from how fast he has you unraveling—but he doesn’t stop. His grip tightens on your hips when you try to close your thighs. He growls against you when you arch your back. And when your voice cracks on his name, he moans like he’s starving for the sound.
By the time he pulls away, your thighs are shaking, your breath ragged. His chin glistens and his shirt is wrinkled from how hard you clung to him. And you’re already marked—neck, chest, thighs. Painted in him.
Your legs are still shaking when he stands back up, hands splayed on your thighs, eyes dark and heavy-lidded as they rake over your flushed skin. You expect him to kiss you again, but he doesn’t—not right away. Instead, he just looks at you for a second. Really looks. Like he’s memorizing the sight of you—lips parted, chest rising, already marked all over with proof of him. Then he breathes out hard and reaches down to undo his belt.
The sound of it slipping through the loops is enough to make your stomach flutter.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough, his cock already hard and leaking. “Not until I’m done.”
You barely have time to nod before he’s pulling you to the edge of the counter, lining himself up between your thighs. One hand grabs your waist—firm, possessive—the other wraps around the back of your neck, keeping your face close to his.
“Look at me,” he whispers, pushing in slow. “Every second of this.”
You cry out, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in as he stretches you. You’ve done this before—more than once—but it still knocks the air from your lungs. He’s thick, and he knows it, knows exactly how to make it burn just a little, how to pause halfway in so you feel every inch. Your walls flutter around him, body struggling to take it.
“Too much?” Jake’s voice is low but strained, jaw clenched as he waits. You nod and whimper, biting your lip, and he dips forward to kiss your temple, whispering, “You’ve got it. I’ve got you. You can take it.”
He pushes the rest of the way in and holds himself there, buried deep, letting you cling to him while your body adjusts. When you moan into his neck, hips twitching, Jake groans low in his throat.
“You feel so good like this,” he growls, voice roughened by restraint. “Tight… soft… mine.”
Then he starts to move—slow, deep thrusts that make the counter creak beneath you. His grip stays locked on your waist as he sets a pace that has your head falling back, cries tumbling from your lips with each push. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the kitchen, messy and raw, and Jake just keeps going—driving into you like he’s making a point.
“You don’t need anyone else,” he breathes into your ear. “I give you everything you need, don’t I?”
“Y-Yeah,” you gasp.
“Say it.”
“You do, Jake—fuck—only you.”
That pulls a growl from his chest. His mouth is back on your neck, tongue and teeth working over fresh skin, leaving new bruises over the ones that haven’t faded yet.
And when he comes—deep inside you, buried to the hilt—he doesn’t stop whispering your name like it’s a promise.
You’re already wrecked. Your cheek sticks to the counter, lips swollen from biting down on them, and your thighs shake every time Jake thrusts back into you. He hasn’t let up—not even a little—his cock buried deep, stretching you over and over with a punishing rhythm that’s more about proving something than just pleasure. And it’s working. You’re dripping. Whimpering. Ruined.
Then you feel the shift. Jake leans forward, still fucking into you, and you hear the soft beep of your phone unlocking.
“What are you doing?” you manage to whisper, voice broken, barely hanging on.
He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t have to. Because a second later, the FaceTime ring starts, loud and clear, vibrating right on the counter next to your face.
Your eyes snap open. “Jake, no—”
“Too late,” he grits, one hand curling around your hip, the other holding the phone up high enough to show everything. “He wanted your attention, didn’t he? Let’s give it to him.”
The screen flashes—connected.
And there he is. The guy from the night before. Confused, then wide-eyed, horrified.
Jake doesn’t stop thrusting. In fact, he slows down just a little, dragging each movement out, your slickness obscene in the quiet between the heavy sound of skin and your shaky moans.
“She’s a little busy right now,” Jake says, voice low and smug. “Thought you’d want to see what that laugh of hers really sounds like when it’s real.”
The guy stammers. “What the fuck—“
“Say hi, baby,” Jake murmurs, grabbing your jaw and angling your face toward the screen.
You don’t speak, but the moan that spills from your lips as he hits your spot again—that says enough.
Jake tilts the phone lower, angling it to show your trembling legs, the marks he’s left all over your skin, the way your body clings to him with every thrust. “You watching? You get it now?”
You swear you see him end the call out of panic—or maybe disgust. Either way, Jake tosses the phone aside the second the screen goes dark. His hand is back on your hip in a flash, grip brutal now as he fucks into you harder.
“Mine,” he growls. “All fucking mine.”
And this time when you cum, it’s not from his hands or his mouth or even his words.
It’s the thrill of being seen.
You wake up slow, your limbs heavy and sore, skin warm under the covers. The sunlight leaking in through the blinds feels too bright, too real, like it has no business touching a body that still belongs to the night before.
Your throat’s dry, your thighs ache, and every small movement reminds you of exactly where his hands were—how many times he pulled you apart and put you back together. You shift with a soft whimper, the soreness between your legs blooming deeper, and instinctively tug the blanket tighter around your chest.
That’s when you see it.
The marks.
Everywhere.
Faint bruises along your hips, scattered bites on your thighs, faded red fingerprints at your waist. There’s one on your collarbone, dark and angry, shaped like his mouth. And on your inner thigh, dangerously close to somewhere far more sensitive, his name. Sloppily written in deep purple hickeys.
You press your legs together and bite your lip, heart stuttering as the memory floods in—Jake’s voice, low and angry; his pace, rough and punishing; the look on his face when he hung up that FaceTime call like he had won something.
Because he had.
You hear him before you see him—soft footsteps, the clink of something ceramic. And then the door creaks open.
Jake steps in with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and a mug in each hand. He’s wearing only sweats, slung low on his hips, and his chest still has faint scratch marks from your nails. When he sees you awake, he grins—sleepy, soft, like he didn’t completely ruin you just a few hours ago.
“Mornin’,” he says, offering a mug. “You’re gonna need water too. You passed out right after…”
You take the drink without answering, eyes still locked on the hickeys.
He notices.
Jake sets his mug down, comes to sit on the edge of the bed, fingers brushing over your thigh. “Sorry,” he murmurs, sounding not sorry at all. “Got a little carried away.”
You glare at him half-heartedly. “You FaceTimed him.”
His smirk is immediate. “And he answered.”
You groan, covering your face. “Jake.”
“Hey,” he says gently, prying your hands away. His thumb grazes your cheek. “He needed to see it. I needed him to see it.”
You don’t respond. You don’t need to. Because when Jake leans down and kisses the mark on your neck like it’s sacred—when his lips brush over bruised skin like he’s trying to apologize without saying the words—you realize something else:
It’s not just about jealousy.
It’s about you.
You, and how he’s terrified of losing what you are—even if it means making the whole damn world watch him prove it.
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The idea of jake as your tutor giving you private lessons and fucking you mid session is driving me crazy I may need to be sedated please guys send me recs like this if you have any
[>⩊<] a few words to describe the story - smut, 21+, intense, vulnerable, devotion, cuffs, rope restraints, forced positioning, tension, slow-burn, edging, bondage, restraint, orgasm denial, overstimulation, praise kink, dominance, oral stimulation, multiple ruined orgasms, strict commands, teasing, sensory control, gentle at first but rough in the final, BDSM, consensual, trust, submission, powerful, caring, possessing, physical sensation, focusing, desperate, cursing
[>⩊<] 𝒹𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 @kitthee
“ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟᴇ”
You and Heeseung have known each other for years, but you decided to start dating last June after confessing to each other. He wasn’t JUST a boyfriend. He was sweet, kind, caring, loving, and always put your needs before his first. Every time you shared intimacy, sparks flew around you, love turned passionate, eyes dark with engagement.
One night while you were waiting for him to come home from work you couldn’t stop pondering about him in all the ways he could dominate you. He was basically always taking charge in bed, making your vision hazy every single time, and leaving you with amazing orgasms.
But.
You wanted something new, you wanted to see something extra unique and consensual. You had to be uneasy that maybe he would disagree, maybe he would be too tired… but it’s already too late to reverse your judgment.
The pair of cuffs were already waiting in your closet. They had just arrived today, simple, black leather, a tight metal chain precisely where your wrists were going to stay put.
But that wasn’t all. If you were going to get something so scandalous and kinky might as well get more, right?
Rope was just the perfect way of keeping you locked together totally. Maybe he wasn’t going to use it but why not make an effort?
Unaware, you heard the door open and heard the same suitcase thud on the floor, the door clicking. You were anxious but pushed through. You got off the couch, panties already damp thinking about it.
“Baaaabe?” Heeseung’s deep voice rose, calling for your presence and attention.
You appeared around the corner of the wall, smiling mischievously with a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“What?” He gazed back, smirking and then kicking off his shoes after untying them.
“I missed you. Can we have some fun?” You blurted out, you couldn’t delay it any hour. You felt your gut form a tight coil.
Heeseung remained silent for a moment, pausing and walking away in the direction of your shared bathroom “Give me a second and I’ll be right to you, baby”
Your excitement reached its peak - it wasn’t only going to be a surprise but also intense since it was the first time.
You were secure. Heeseung is good at everything, of course, he will handle you.
You ran into the tiny closet room inside the bedroom, bringing the fun items, and waited for him to enter your shared bedroom. You placed the items and sat down on the bed, body seeping into the comfortable mattress.
You heard footsteps, lifted your head and there was Heeseung, standing there and stepping in unaware of the items yet. You eyed him when he started to unbutton his shirt and approached him. You instantly pushed your body closer to his and he took the cue. His hand wrapped around your waist, holding you for no way out, and pressed his lips, connecting them with yours with an instant wet and slippery familiar tongue.
You kissed back extra passionately taking him by surprise. When you softly pulled away from each other you murmured:
“Can you… Use those on me today?” Your hand gestured towards the items waiting on the bed with intensity and desire. Your expression turned slightly gentle the moment you saw his gaze glimpse in that direction. He wasn’t saying anything, making your heart thud with tension.
“Are you sure?” Heeseung asked calmly, his eyes going soft, pupils dilated from worry that might not meet your expectations.
“Yes.. yes” Your eyes widened, wishing for the finest.
In a second, Heeseung picked you up and forced you back to his warm body.
In a minute, you were both stripped off your clothes with you lying on the unmade bed from last night, with Heeseung straddling you on top.
He was already operating with the cuffs, he pushed your arms above your head, and was already leaking hard between his legs. The black fabric paired with the silver metal clung to your skin and dragged the most fierce warmth in your chest. You let out a faded whimper when you attempted to move your wrists but were unable to. The stingy and tight feeling turns you on even more and he noticed it. He found your reaction priceless.
“Fuck, I did not expect this” Your boyfriend was already breathless.
Your eyes stared deeply into his facial features - his jaw, his nose, his eyebrows, everything. They trailed down as he was rushing his movements above your arms to make the cuffs really fucking tight figuring out you needed some roughness today. His member was rock hard, twitching and his muscles flexing.
“You look so hot” You whispered, voice hardly audible since you were already drooling just looking at him. You were so thirsty and desperate to get dominated like this.
Heeseung took the rope and instantly pushed your leg to the side, not even asking. He was going to do it himself, make you spread wide and perfect for him the way he wanted to… and that, that made you incredibly excited. Your nipples hardened as you could feel the incredible amount of tightness placed on the inside of your right thigh. When he tied your left leg you were spread entirely, your entrance fluttering, glossy. He admired every inch of how you looked in this very moment.
“You look so beautiful attached to the bed like this unable to move an inch, sweet princess”
Heeseung’s voice was husky by now, completely taken away by the image in front of his very own eyes. His mouth started to water, your eyes had created a twinkle in them, and your eyelashes were fluttering, your lips were hydrated and barely parted.
You were starting to really struggle, you felt like your thighs were already growing exhausted and your arms were weakly attached to the headboard of the bed.
His tongue found your peaked right nipple and instantly, you felt the tingly sensation inside your chest. You let out a louder whimper due to the restraint you were experiencing, which let Heeseung know this was going to be different from the other hundreds of times you had sex. He stimulated your left nipple with his thumb, barely touching it to let you know how much of a tease he can be tonight.
“Mm!” You wanted to clench your thighs so bad in that moment. Heeseung’s tongue twirled in a specific way that made you dripping wet. His finger was teasing your nipple so bad that it hardened even more; its texture was rock solid. You felt the desire filling inside your walls. You were practically throbbing around nothing.
Abruptly, you felt his fingers right over your pussy. You were so focused on his tongue on your right nipple that you never noticed his left hand leave its placement on your boob.
An entire jolt ran through your body making you shiver as his tongue gradually trailed up your collar and then your neck. You could feel his warm and heavier breathing.
“You wanna see how different your kind Hee can get?” Heeseung’s rumbly voice muttered against your skin as he started to taste the skin on your neck with the tip of his tongue, his nose bumping against your lower jaw. He could taste the perfumes paired with your body wash. His taste buds were met with bliss - you could feel the upper coating of his tongue switch its texture.
“..H.. Hee,” You sighed in lust.
Now the room wasn’t mute anymore. You felt his fingers gather up some of your dripping mess. Lewd, wet, and squelching sounds started coming from between your legs as his fingers twirled your soaked clit slower making you feel every single movement. He could feel your throbbing entrance, how much your body needed release but that day - those weren’t his intentions.
The next few minutes he constantly stimulated your clit with the right pressure, quickened twirls, and a slippery mess. You were gasping for air as his tongue was pulling on your skin and then smacking it between his teeth.
“I.. I can't—“You confessed, now Heeseung left a big hickey on the nape of your neck already visualizing its contrasting purple colour that will develop on your skin. He could feel your orgasm approaching in merely the next few seconds. It's some sort of heaven you found yourself in this extraordinary moment. Dominated by the fact that you did not know where to keep your focus - it was coming from multiple directions.
“I.. I’m so—“ Your moans were clear and repetitive by now, making Heeseung stop. He knew you were close. He drifted his hand away from your soaked warmth and bit his lower lip as he looked at you and your beautiful blushy face.
“Mm.. you don’t get to cum yet” he gazed down between your legs with a playful smirk. You figured out he had different plans. You felt the fright happening inside your abdomen from the edge that transmitted jolts through your bound legs.
He switched positions, grabbing onto your cuffed wrists for support and putting his entire weight there. He used his left hand to line up with your inviting and fluttering entrance
“You made me so fucking horny” Straightaway, Heeseung already started to thrust inside your soaked heat with such ease and at a slower pace so he could give you time to adjust. His entire length pushed inside making you flutter around his shaft. Your orgasm was withdrawn but he was already overstimulating you with the way he was handling you. Everything felt so right and incredible.
“M..mgh” your boyfriend let out a faint grunt, his eyes clutching for a second with his lips parted when he felt an unknown squeeze in your gummy walls. The edge made you so sensitive on the inside.
“F..Feels sso g..good’mh”
Quiet pleading whine escapes you as his thrusting was slamming all the spots making your eyes roll back. The bliss was so severe that you completely forgot that your arms were stinging, and there was no blood streaming through them due to how tightly the metal and leather of the cuffs were attaching around your wrists, which Heeseung kept shoving above your head with his intense grip too. Your thigh muscles are now numb from the consistent stretch, and your ankles are feeling the rough texture of the rope digging into the upper layers of your skin. You didn't know it would get better like this. This was unbelievable.
Heeseung was in a trance when he glanced down at you, seeing the pure pleasure you were submitting to, and then found your eyes filled with appetite. Those kinds of eyes were foreign. It was all he needed to release.
His breathing became heavier, and another faded grunt became known between his teeth as he felt your vaginal walls clutch the tightest they could.
“Ba.. Baby”
You let out a weak sob entirely from the daze you were in. Your chest was ascending constantly, your body so relaxed you could pass out from simply undiluted pleasure. You were right there, again. A second away from coming but your boyfriend… stopped in the proper beat - binding you to the point. You let out another silent sob that Heeseung completely ignored.
His breath froze. He let go of your wrists and his hand instantly shot downwards towards his member. He dragged it out and began to rub himself so he could release.
You watched, hole fluttering, lips pouting… your own orgasms disappearing again.
Warm vanilla coloured cum landed on your abdomen with a loud hiss from your boyfriend’s mouth. You yearned to scrape his back with your nails or run your fingers through his hair but this time you were sealed shut. From all the edging you were receiving, you also wanted the same - to orgasm. That was the second time he stopped it.
Heeseung’s eyes landed on yours, and unexpectedly the room became silent. Your body in a state of stillness turned him on. He liked to wait a minute or so until he could begin again. His cock loosened up directly, so all he could do was focus on his girlfriend, who was tied to the bed in the most eager manner ever. He worshiped it.
“Should I finally let my cute tiny princess, come?”
His deep voice fuelled the same fire inside of you that you always adored. You instantly nodded your head, wholly out of phrases. You couldn’t release any sound, your throat was dry, eye vision blurry.
Heeseung grinned and shifted his body out. He lowered his head to your swollen pussy and pushed out his tongue shoving lightly against your entrance. The connection made you shudder, which also made your arms lower slightly. The position covering half of your face. His eyes shot up. Voice evident and strict.
“Keep your arms above your head” Heeseung bit his lips when you attended instantaneously even though your muscles were vulnerable. He treasured the submission he had over you. So much control, so much devotion. He worked his mouth on your pussy. Nose tip nudging against you. He could feel how puffed and wrecked out you were after his cock. He could taste your mixed arousal from moments ago.
“M’hh—hee..”
You managed to let out a short moan, his name was never concealed. Constantly has to be there to let him know how much he satisfies you.
His tongue started to flap left and right at an ungodly fast pace. His saliva warms against your core, lips sucking your clit in place. The sound of you being feasted like this while your thighs quaver while also being tied drove you crazy. It was never like before. His tongue never ceased its speed leaving you completely frightened in a good way. Your orgasm was approaching and this time it felt sizzling inside you, your entrance constricted and your cries turned into loud whimpers. Your muscles felt painful, and your body was powerless to actually breathe. You retained your breath in your lungs and then… again. Heeseung stopped. For the third time. You were left breathless but no orgasm…
“I.. I thought you said—” you managed to voice out but his voice interrupted you.
“I can lie sometimes, princess” Heeseung soothed your inner thigh, letting the wave pass before he could start again. He watched you quiver, more arousal dripping in a heavy thick line out of your hole. Your pussy was soaped up, simply.
You glanced down and noticed how much he admired you this time, but with eyes that didn't scream “gentle Heeseung”. Not today.
“I c..—can’t feel.. m.. my legs” Your voice was dry and whiny. Your eyes are constantly watching his reaction to that. But he didn't even bother meeting your wrecked-out and begging state. A moment of silence fills the space between you two.
“You asked for it, didn't you..” Now his voice held so much dominance and strictness but that fueled all of your deprivations and desires. He didn't lack in anything. You liked to hear those words. You never knew he was capable of getting into such character. But how can you doubt Lee Heeseung?
He stopped caressing your inner thigh and slowly brought two thick fingers to your entrance. He slid them inside slowly, completely. Your breathing froze again. One single movement and you felt like you were gonna orgasm.
Heeseung took it slow. His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him. Your pussy is enduring and drenching his thick fingers so politely. He couldn't help but think about the next few seconds. He knew you were gonna orgasm really hard soon no matter how much he tried to edge you out. But he also couldn't help himself. He pushed his tongue out and stimulated your clit while fingering you.
Your spine arched so severely that a soft crack evaded beneath you, his left hand caught to hold you for some sort of relief while his tongue did not pause. In fact, it even huddled harder against your pussy for a moment while his fingers pumped inside you in a curl, stimulating your cervix.
“A--Aahh’y-yes—!!” You orgasmed for an extended time than you ever did. Heeseung was stunned, thoroughly. The room is pierced with your cries and shouts. He could feel his heart rate hesitate right there. Heeseung did not quit. He could feel your walls squeeze like a vice as 10 seconds passed while he was proceeding with milking you dry. After your orgasm, you almost passed out. He caressed your left thigh with his thumb and with his right hand, he gradually removed his fingers, a string attaching the tips of his fingers to your hole. His digits were halfway coated with white gloss. He sucked them dry and then sucked on your pussy one last time. He pulled back in a loud smack after he picked up and swallowed all of your flavored cum.
Warnings: oral sex(f! receiving), face sitting, pet names, praising, spanking, fingering
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Ni-ki x fem reader
It's yet another day when Niki lays in his favorite place — between your thighs. He promised you he'd just rest his head there and cuddle while you two watch a movie, but he's not afraid to break a promise — especially one like this one.
He started slow, with light kisses on your inner thighs, his hands tracing slow patterns on your soft skin. “Niki, the movie…” you reminded him, letting out a big sigh as you realized he's completely ignoring you and focusing on something else. His kisses became rougher, more eager, adding desperate bites and licks. You felt his hands all over your legs and waist , he traced his fingers along your hips and occasionally shifted under your top, near your bra, when he finally reached his destination — the edge of your shorts. He gave you a pleading look, making sure he's not crossing any boundaries because technically you wanted to watch a movie together. You responded with a small nod, your hands found their way over to his hair, your fingers tangling in it. Niki eagerly took your shorts and panties in one go — throwing them somewhere across the room. You swear you could see his eyes light up when he saw you bare, admiring it like an art piece. His hands locked harshly on your hips, wanting to keep you steady, as he planted passionate kisses on your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your pussy with each small lick. Your whimper and small tug on his hair made him smirk — he always loved seeing how desperate you are for him, how eager you can get. “You need something, darling?” he asked you, acting clueless even though he knew exactly what you meant. “Niki, please…” you answered with a pout, your fingers playing with his hair. “Please what? Use your words, pretty.” he teased you, kissing near your knees now, getting away from where you desperately want him. “Please, can you eat me out…?” you asked shyly, you always hated saying this type of stuff out loud, and he knew it, yet he couldn't help himself. The view of your reddish cheeks, a small pout, and begging but embarrassed eyes made his heart beat faster and, well, his cock harder. “Hmm, let me think…” he said between little bites alongside your hip and waist. His hands pushed up your shirt, uncovering your lacy pink bra with a little bow — Niki's favorite. His breath hitched at the view, tracing his long fingers on the lace, admiring how sexy you look under him right now. “Fuck, you knew what to wear, right?” he groaned as he squeezed your boobs together, placing small kisses on them. “Fine, I think you deserve it,” he murmured, kissing and licking your stomach as he got down between your legs again.
This time, without teasing, he placed a kiss right on your clit and savored your reaction — a small shake of your thighs and the cutest whimper. His hands kept you in place as his whole focus was on your clit — sucking on it, giving it small kisses from time to time. You tugged on his soft hair, letting out small moans while admiring your favorite view. Niki looked as if he was hypnotized, nothing could take him away from your pussy. He savored every drop of your juices, every little taste of your cunt. He became even faster, eating you out from your clit to your hole — pushing his tongue in and licking the entrance before getting back to focusing on your clit. Your thighs shook and your back arched before his hands grabbed you down on the bed, one of them sliding under your bra and squeezing your boob, his thumb tracing gentle circles around your nipple. You could hear him letting out small sounds as he got lost in you completely, all that existed for him right now was your pussy. He could feel that you're getting closer — shaky thighs, louder moans, his scalp burning because of your tugging, and let's be honest, he loves that pain. His pace quickened even more, sucking harshly on your clit as his two fingers found your entrance, pushing in smoothly because of how wet you are. The curl of his fingers brought you to the edge, your thighs almost smashing Niki's head, yet he stayed in his place, letting you ride out your orgasm. He continued with small licks and slow movements of his fingers inside you till you calmed down a bit.
Once he realized your breathing came back to normal and your legs stopped shaking this much, he flipped you over — positioning you right over his face. Your clit gently touched his nose as you grabbed the headboard to keep steady. “Niki, what are you—” before you could finish, he cut you off. “Come on, sit on me,” he interrupted while pushing your hips down, but you didn't completely let him. You put a little weight on him, scared to suffocate him, but it only made him groan. “Can't you listen? I said sit, the whole weight, don't play with me, Y/N,” he gave your ass a sharp smack, using your lack of focus at the moment to bring your hips down, finally letting him taste your pussy again. The overwhelming feeling was strong, making you forget about the possibility of suffocating Niki. He ate you out like he was a starved man, circling your clit, giving you gentle bites once in a while, meanwhile, his hands gripped your thighs and hips so tightly he left marks, but both of you didn't care — in fact, you loved them. Seeing all the marks he leaves on your body even several days after conjures up memories and makes your stomach flip. His tongue sped up again after sensing you're close, he kept you in place when your hips automatically bucked up. When you reached your orgasm again, he completely slowed down and became gentle again, with small licks and kisses before flipping you on your back. He left small kisses and licks on your neck while whispering into your ear, “My girl did so good,” “You're so tasty, I already miss it,” “You're so pretty, darling.” When you lifted your head, you saw the final credits showing on your TV screen, making you remember that you were supposed to be doing something else, but the movie was probably shitty anyway.
