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✞ SUMMARY︰Your church had warned of the dangers of demons, their lustful nature and penchant for corruption and sin. Even with whispers of a sighting in a nearby town, you took little caution as you made your way to confession, meeting a strange traveller who would begin your descent into depravity.
✞ FIC NOTES︰18ᐩ ⋅ 16th century au ⋅ guilt + shame ⋅ religious themes
Shame burned in your gut over your blasphemy. The church altar was meant for confession and prayer, a place to seek forgiveness, but what you were doing was far from evangelical. If anyone were to walk in, you’d be excommunicated—or worse, sacrificed to purge your sins. Naked and kneeling, you waited patiently, his hand holding your chin firmly, forcing you to look up into his red eyes.
“Are you confessing your sins?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “Do you really think your God will absolve you after what you’ve done?”
The deep, taunting tone of his voice made you gasp, guilt swelling within you—but so did the growing wetness between your thighs. Wonwoo’s eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, a grin spreading across his face.
“I’m certain there’s no forgiveness for what we’re about to do on this altar,” he murmured, his voice dropping dangerously low, each word wrapping around you like a spell.
AUTHORS NOTE︰ i'm too sick to finish desecration, so please take this from my drafts ( ˟◡˟ ) ― xo Raye
✽ FIC NOTES︰18+ ⋅ established relationship ⋅ pet names (babe + darling) ⋅ swearing
✽ SMUT NOTES︰ bdsm themes ⋅ big dick ⋅ choking + crying ⋅ degradation (slut + whore) ⋅ hard dom!Mingyu ⋅ mild exhibitionism ⋅ pain ⋅ rough + unprotected sex ⋅ sub!reader
His lips dropped to your neck, finally giving you a chance to breathe. Fingertips pressed into your waist, his nails leaving crescent marks as he tugged you closer in his lap. Your hands weaved into his hair, scratching against his scalp as he sucked another bruise onto your throat. As soon as a new mark bloomed over your skin, Mingyu shoved you back roughly and moved to hover over you, all his clothes somehow still intact.
"I've been waiting for this all day, babe." He smirked as his tone dripped sarcasm. "Couldn't wait to get home."
If the hour you spent naked in his lap told you anything, Mingyu could and would wait. You were a different story. His kissing and touching and teasing had gone on far too long, leaving you dishevelled and covered in a sheen of sweat, with no relief in sight.
Mingyu's hands had been everywhere on your body, clinging to your curves as he kissed and kneaded your flesh, giving special consideration to your tits and ass. He made sure to ignore where you needed him most, not even letting you sit over his thigh.
You wanted him inside you since this morning. Mingyu slowly stretching you with his big dick in your dreams had you wet and ready as soon as you woke up, his side of the bed already empty. But you were good and didn't touch. All you did was text him some details of your dream, letting him know how much he was on your mind. You sent a picture or two, just to illustrate how much you needed the help only he could give.
You really didn't think you'd end up like this, begging and pleading for him to stop his taunts and fill you up.
"I'm not teasing, I just need to make sure you can take me." He smirked, the little quirk of his lips increasing your ire. "I'm not going to be gentle, not after what you pulled today, darling."
That had you keening and twisting as he chuckled darkly. You wanted all he could give you now, and it was so much, but he was feeling petty and denying you on purpose.
"Gyu, please—I need your cock, I can take it!" Tears of frustration were pricking along your lashes. You had been turned on for too long, and Mingyu never behaved like this unless you pushed him too far.
Sighing and shaking his head, his hands worked open his fly as he chastised you. "This is your fault. If you hadn't been so fucking filthy my cock would already be splitting you open."
His harsh words had your heart and pussy fluttering with anticipation. You took in his chest and abs as he pried off his shirt, looking down to see the very visible bulge of his hard cock. Heat flared over you as Mingyu removed the last of his clothes, finally showing you his heavy and throbbing dick. It had you spreading your legs automatically, and you didn't miss the way his erection jumped or the hoarse fuck that he tried to swallow.
"Such a fucking mess. Just from thinking about my dick?"
Slapping his cock against your slit, he coated his length as he ground his hips into yours, pleased with your cries. Satisfied with your wetness, he aligned his tip with your entrance, a brutal thrust burying him in your cunt. The sting had your lips parting in a silent scream as he pulled back, giving you no time to adjust. The drag of his cock was burning and the next roll of his hips had you calling his name, clinging to him for support as he fucked you hard.
"You said you could take my cock, don't act like you don't love getting fucked rough." He grasped your hips to keep you in place.
He was never this cruel, but maybe you finally deserved it. You did ignore his warning to save it for later and sent the second photo, a close up of your soaked underwear clinging to your chubby pussy. You knew there would be consequences, but you didn't imagine this.
This was so much better.
Mingyu was still running his mouth, making sure you knew how frustrated he had been, how close his coworkers had come to seeing your surprise selfie. "This is how whores deserve to be fucked—raw and with no prep."
He was being so mean, but this was scratching an itch you didn't know you had, making your cunt pulse around him as you got closer and closer. Sobs forced themselves from your chest, the mix of pain and pleasure had you incoherent, but Mingyu understood your broken pleas.
You were begging to cum, and if your throbbing heat meant anything, you were on the edge. And Mingyu was about to let you, getting lost in your pleasure and almost forgetting his purpose, until the ring of his phone cracked his concentration.
Stilling his hips with his cock deep inside, he caught his breath as he reached for his phone, silencing your whimpers for him to continue with his palm across your throat.
"Good things come to sluts who wait."
Just as he was about to pick up, you let out a sharp ah as you bucked against him involuntarily. Mingyu squeezed tighter, cutting off your air as a warning. "Will you stay quiet if I answer this call?"
He accepted the rapid nods of your head, picking up and loosening his grip enough to let you breathe. You thought the call was going to stop him from fucking you, but you were wrong, wrong, wrong. You weren't ready for him to slide out and sink his cock back into you so suddenly.
Moaning against your will, your boyfriend muffled you with brief pressure, his icy stare sending shivers throughout your body. You had to be good, you didn't know who might be listening on the other end.
"Sorry about that, there's a lot of background noise."
Mingyu kept his fingers pressed in place, giving you another chance to behave. Canting his hips upward, the head of his cock grazed your walls just right, forcing a loud yelp past your lips that didn't last. Choking you into silence, you struggled against his grasp as he apologized and hung up, exasperated.
"You just won't listen, huh? Well neither will I." Releasing his grasp on your neck, he surveyed your red face as you coughed and inhaled shakily, his face twisting into a smile. "I'm going to fuck you like you deserve."
It didn't matter what you cried beyond that point; he ignored it all. Grunting, he slammed into your sore body, pussy raw and red from the abuse, spasming as you approached another orgasm. Tears had been free flowing since your first peak, the overstimulation almost making you yell your safe word as Mingyu ruined you.
"Take it, whore. You provoked me and cried for this cock, and now you're being ungrateful?"
That had you writhing under him, your pussy clamping down impossibly tight as you creamed around him. Mingyu's pace faltered as you let go, sucking him deeper into your heat and breaking him.
“Such a fucking slut.” Groaning wildly, his hands squeezed the fat of your thighs, forcing your legs around his waist. “I’m gonna fuck you so full, make this pussy so messy.”
A few more thrusts had Mingyu falling over you, catching himself as you felt his cum pump into you, moaning shamelessly about how he loved you and your pussy. It was a relief when you felt his dick start to soften, the sting fading when he slid himself out to admire the way his cum flowed from your spent cunt. Proud of his work, he leaned down to connect your lips, feeling you tremble.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect. Are you alright, babe? Did I go to far?” His touch was instantly gentle, smoothing over the dimples on your thighs, calming you down. “Let me take care of you.”
✞ SUMMARY︰Your church had warned of the dangers of demons, their lustful nature and penchant for corruption and sin. Even with whispers of a sighting in a nearby town, you took little caution as you made your way to confession, meeting a strange traveller who would begin your descent into depravity.
✞ FIC NOTES︰18ᐩ ⋅ 16th century au ⋅ guilt + shame ⋅ religious themes
Shame burned in your gut over your blasphemy. The church altar was meant for confession and prayer, a place to seek forgiveness, but what you were doing was far from evangelical. If anyone were to walk in, you’d be excommunicated—or worse, sacrificed to purge your sins. Naked and kneeling, you waited patiently, his hand holding your chin firmly, forcing you to look up into his red eyes.
“Are you confessing your sins?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “Do you really think your God will absolve you after what you’ve done?”
The deep, taunting tone of his voice made you gasp, guilt swelling within you—but so did the growing wetness between your thighs. Wonwoo’s eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, a grin spreading across his face.
“I’m certain there’s no forgiveness for what we’re about to do on this altar,” he murmured, his voice dropping dangerously low, each word wrapping around you like a spell.
AUTHORS NOTE︰yay I can post again! as always hope you enjoy and tell me your thoughts ― xo Raye
✷ FIC NOTES︰established relationship ⋅ jealousy ⋅ possessiveness
Yunho always gave you excellent advice. It had been that way since you first met, with him always being your biggest supporter from chem lab to graduation. Even after your friendship evolved into something much, much more, he continued to surprise you with his gift.
You loved being on the receiving end of his counsel, and you were happy when he helped others too, or that was what you had been telling yourself lately. You were happy when he helped anyone but her. It wasn't your boyfriend's fault, he was just being himself, but you hated the way his new coworker was texting more frequently and asking for relationship advice.
It made you insanely jealous, which you hated to admit. You trusted Yunho, but you didn't trust her. She had been blowing up his phone all evening and interrupting your couch cuddle session, the sound of his latest notification making you snap.
"Why is she still texting you? Doesn't she know this is inappropriate?" You spat as Yunho looked at you, wide eyed and confused.
It didn't take long for his lips to shift into a smirk that lit up his eyes. He had you all figured out in ten seconds flat, as usual.
"Is my pretty girl jealous? Are you not getting enough attention?" Putting down his phone, his hand found your thigh as he twisted to face you. "Poor baby."
"No! I'm not jeal―" He silenced you by pressing his fingers over your pouting lips and shushing you.
"Aww, you're so cute when you're jealous. Let me make you feel better." Leaning into you, his eyes were focused on your lips, but he avoided them at the last moment, deviating to whisper in your ear. "Take your clothes off, now."
You were quick to obey, stripping off every piece of clothing and standing bare before your boyfriend. The way his eyes followed the curves of your body made you shiver, but you didn't dare try to cover yourself. He hated not being able to see all of you. You felt his eyes all over, and soon your chill turned to heat.
Yunho patted your spot on the couch beside him, taking your hand as you sat and guiding you to lay against the cushions piled at the end. "Lay back and spread your legs for me."
Gasping at his command, you slowly parted your thighs, letting him peek at your slit. It was actually difficult to open your legs for him, the air felt so cold compared to your hot pussy, but Yunho was impatient and did it himself. Gripping your knees and forcing them apart, he groaned as you whimpered at his roughness.
Watching his eyes darken as he took in your wetness made you squirm. Eyes lowering as he shifted, and you noticed the outline of his cock, already straining against his pants.
"Let me give you some advice baby," the tone of his voice made you catch his gaze, and he looked so serious leaning over you. "It's better to communicate your feelings instead of bottling them up. I don't like it when my girl is a brat."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Flushing hotly with embarrassment, you hid your face with your hands.
"Shh, it's okay. Trust me baby, I'm not interested. Now I'm gonna give you what you need." He leaned into the couch, finding a comfortable position as you waited with a pounding heart, peering though your fingers.
When he looked satisfied, his eyes locked with yours as he smiled insidiously. "You wanted my attention so badly, now you have it. Daddy wants you to touch yourself. I want to see you feel good."
Dragging your hands down, skimming your fingertips over your boobs, light enough to raise goosebumps and perk your nipples. Closing your eyes, you tugged at your nipples, panting as you felt Yunho's stare. You could hear him inhale sharply as you keened, loving that he was so focused even without seeing him.
It made you hot, your legs shaking slightly with anticipation as your fingers smoothed over your stomach, feeling the textured portions of skin that he loved to kiss before eating your pussy. Such thoughts made you realize your need, and you rushed to find your clit, but he held you back with a firm grip.
"Are you feeling that hot, pretty girl? Need to rub your clit already?" He waited for your nod of confirmation, even though your answer was obvious. "I'll let you, but brats need to listen to instructions."
Letting go of your wrist, you gently touched your finger tip to your soaked folds, the heat nearly burning your skin. As soon as you found your clit, Yunho gave his first order.
"Circle your clit baby―gently, slowly" You followed his command, listening as he told you to go slower and slower until you were touching yourself at a torturous pace.
Your thighs were quaking with effort, half from holding them wide and half from resisting the urge to disobey. You needed to cum, badly. Feeling Yunho's eyes on you like this and seeing his face contort with desire as his hard mask slipped for a second made your heart skip a beat and made you cry out. "Please Daddy, I wanna cum, I have to cum."
"Stop, not yet. Daddy still has so much special attention to give you. It's only for you baby, never for anyone else." Snatching your wrist again, he pulled your hand from between your legs, making your cunt ache with the loss.
Before you could breathe you felt two of his fingers prodding at your entrance, the wet sounds almost echoing in your ears as you clenched at the contact. Without warning, he buried his long fingers into your cunt, groaning as he felt you flutter around him, almost tipping you over the edge.
"Please, ah! ― Daddy I'm gonna―" you were so close, your body tensing even as you heard Yunho telling you no, but he was rubbing that gummy spot deep inside.
It was too much. You felt the snap, pussy squeezing his fingers tightly as you cried out with your release. Withdrawing his drenched fingers, Yunho tsked at your shaking body, disappointed in your behaviour. "Jealously makes you into such a brat."
He sat up onto his knees between yours, fingers undoing his belt, then his button, and finally inched down his zipper, almost as slowly as he made you touch yourself. Pulling his cock free, you took in his swollen length and red tip dripping precum. He dick was rock hard as it bumped against your pussy, searing hot on your sensitive slit.
A rough thrust had his cock spearing you, the stretch too much for you to handle as you whined loudly, but Yunho ignored you, not stopping until his hips were flush with yours, finally giving you time to adjust and prolong his teasing.
"There's no way I'm interested in her. Not when I have you baby, my little slut. Disobedient brat." Tugging his shirt over his head, he leaned down, his lips connecting with yours as his fingers dug into your soft waist, applying a bit too much pressure.
The buzz of his phone split startled you, the screen lighting up to show her calling, making you pout once again. He reached for the phone, picking it up and moving to turn it off, before smiling devilishly at you and wiggling it over your head.
"Should I pick up? I'm sure once she hears you crying for me to fuck you she'll get the hint." You had never been into exhibitionism but that made your breathing hitch and your pussy clench around Yunho as you said no, hard enough to make him grunt.
"Oh, my pretty girl is so dirty. Does that turn you on? Imagining her listening to me making you feel good―oh, fuck it does, I can feel it. Fuck, you're such a slut, my attention isn't enough, you still need more."
Dropping his phone to hold your hips, he thrust his cock into you harshly, like he was teaching you a lesson. Hard and intense, he had your eyes rolling backwards and your legs pushed up, letting him angle his cock to perfectly hit that spot that made you melt.
You were wailing as you felt the knot tighten again, your pussy throbbing with the drag of his cock along your walls. Warning him that you were close, he fucked into you harder, the tip of his cock bruising against your cervix as he tormented you, his own orgasm building.
"That's it, is my slut gonna cum? Yeah? Come for Daddy, come on my cock." The rasp in his voice did things to your cunt, as you felt your orgasm wash over, leaving you shivering and tingly.
Pulling out, Yunho cursed as he jerked his thick cock over your abdomen, moaning as cum coated your stomach, flowing into the creases of your skin.
Resting his forehead on yours, you both tried to catch your breath, and you were almost successful until you heard a muted voice calling out.
AUTHORS NOTE︰well here goes nothing! pls give me some feedback! this is my first time writing + posting anything and I'm looking for constructive criticism. is it too detailed, too cringe? let me know! ty ―Raye☻
✼ FIC NOTES︰ descriptions of reader's body ⋅ established relationship ⋅ makeup mentions ⋅ reader is a makeup artist
✼ SMUT NOTES︰oral sex ⋅ squirting
Everyone cleared out as soon as they were finished getting ready, leaving you and Seokmin all alone. You always did his makeup, and he was always the last in line for your chair. The other guys teased the pair of you about your preshow ritual, how Seokmin always needed you to calm his nerves.
They made wild assumptions of your activities, from you rocking him in your lap to you wiping away his tears dutifully with a cotton bud to not ruin his makeup. Each show they made a new joke, making you both laugh, but they were always off base.
Seokmin's heartbeat thudded against your fingers as they pressed into his neck, holding him still as you finished his eye makeup. You worked in the same order every time, eyes then base, finishing with his lips.
Turning to pop the blending brush into your holder, you pushed the makeup on the bench aside, clearing a spot to sit and hopping up. Staring into his eyes, the only signal he needed was you spreading your legs. The soft material of your skirt falling back to show him his ultimate source of comfort.
Your plush and dimpled upper thighs had his attention until your legs opened wider. Your bare cunt had him swallowing, slit shimmering with slick from anticipation.
"Oh god yes." Those were his only words before attaching his lips to your pussy, contented sighs and harsh groans audible between every lick.
Once his tongue had tasted every bit of arousal he could find, his focus turned to your clit. Sucking and lapping at your bud as you jolted and smothered moans, Seokmin tried to press himself closer. He wanted to drown in you, he needed it to relax.
Exceptionally talented with his tongue, he started working your clit in a pattern guaranteed to get results. Your legs reflexively tightened around his head as his hands held your hips, dragging your closer to the edge of the bench until he could cup your ass.
The change in position was just what you needed. Your heart was pounding in your ears and tingles were spreading over your skin. The next pass of Seokmin's tongue had you letting go, pussy clenching and gushing more of your juices into your thirsty boyfriend's mouth.
He kept lapping at you until you pushed his head away. Moving back, he gently let your limp legs down before raising his face to yours. Glazed eyes and a contented smile were accompanied by your slick, spread from nose to chin.
He always made such a mess during his ritual, and even more after the show.
sooo, I had emergency surgery on Friday and had an organ removed, which means I'll be away for a little bit! I have some partially completed fics in my drafts for October and I'll hopefully be able to get those finished up and posted soon. ― xo Raye
AUTHORS NOTE︰yay I can post again! as always hope you enjoy and tell me your thoughts ― xo Raye
✷ FIC NOTES︰18+ ⋅ established relationship ⋅ jealousy ⋅ possessiveness
Yunho always gave you excellent advice. It had been that way since you first met, with him always being your biggest supporter from chem lab to graduation. Even after your friendship evolved into something much, much more, he continued to surprise you with his gift.
You loved being on the receiving end of his counsel, and you were happy when he helped others too, or that was what you had been telling yourself lately. You were happy when he helped anyone but her. It wasn't your boyfriend's fault, he was just being himself, but you hated the way his new coworker was texting more frequently and asking for relationship advice.
It made you insanely jealous, which you hated to admit. You trusted Yunho, but you didn't trust her. She had been blowing up his phone all evening and interrupting your couch cuddle session, the sound of his latest notification making you snap.
"Why is she still texting you? Doesn't she know this is inappropriate?" You spat as Yunho looked at you, wide eyed and confused.
It didn't take long for his lips to shift into a smirk that lit up his eyes. He had you all figured out in ten seconds flat, as usual.
"Is my pretty girl jealous? Are you not getting enough attention?" Putting down his phone, his hand found your thigh as he twisted to face you. "Poor baby."
"No! I'm not jeal―" He silenced you by pressing his fingers over your pouting lips and shushing you.
"Aww, you're so cute when you're jealous. Let me make you feel better." Leaning into you, his eyes were focused on your lips, but he avoided them at the last moment, deviating to whisper in your ear. "Take your clothes off, now."
You were quick to obey, stripping off every piece of clothing and standing bare before your boyfriend. The way his eyes followed the curves of your body made you shiver, but you didn't dare try to cover yourself. He hated not being able to see all of you. You felt his eyes all over, and soon your chill turned to heat.
Yunho patted your spot on the couch beside him, taking your hand as you sat and guiding you to lay against the cushions piled at the end. "Lay back and spread your legs for me."
Gasping at his command, you slowly parted your thighs, letting him peek at your slit. It was actually difficult to open your legs for him, the air felt so cold compared to your hot pussy, but Yunho was impatient and did it himself. Gripping your knees and forcing them apart, he groaned as you whimpered at his roughness.
Watching his eyes darken as he took in your wetness made you squirm. Eyes lowering as he shifted, and you noticed the outline of his cock, already straining against his pants.
"Let me give you some advice baby," the tone of his voice made you catch his gaze, and he looked so serious leaning over you. "It's better to communicate your feelings instead of bottling them up. I don't like it when my girl is a brat."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Flushing hotly with embarrassment, you hid your face with your hands.
"Shh, it's okay. Trust me baby, I'm not interested. Now I'm gonna give you what you need." He leaned into the couch, finding a comfortable position as you waited with a pounding heart, peering though your fingers.
When he looked satisfied, his eyes locked with yours as he smiled insidiously. "You wanted my attention so badly, now you have it. Daddy wants you to touch yourself. I want to see you feel good."
Dragging your hands down, skimming your fingertips over your boobs, light enough to raise goosebumps and perk your nipples. Closing your eyes, you tugged at your nipples, panting as you felt Yunho's stare. You could hear him inhale sharply as you keened, loving that he was so focused even without seeing him.
It made you hot, your legs shaking slightly with anticipation as your fingers smoothed over your stomach, feeling the textured portions of skin that he loved to kiss before eating your pussy. Such thoughts made you realize your need, and you rushed to find your clit, but he held you back with a firm grip.
"Are you feeling that hot, pretty girl? Need to rub your clit already?" He waited for your nod of confirmation, even though your answer was obvious. "I'll let you, but brats need to listen to instructions."
Letting go of your wrist, you gently touched your finger tip to your soaked folds, the heat nearly burning your skin. As soon as you found your clit, Yunho gave his first order.
"Circle your clit baby―gently, slowly" You followed his command, listening as he told you to go slower and slower until you were touching yourself at a torturous pace.
Your thighs were quaking with effort, half from holding them wide and half from resisting the urge to disobey. You needed to cum, badly. Feeling Yunho's eyes on you like this and seeing his face contort with desire as his hard mask slipped for a second made your heart skip a beat and made you cry out. "Please Daddy, I wanna cum, I have to cum."
"Stop, not yet. Daddy still has so much special attention to give you. It's only for you baby, never for anyone else." Snatching your wrist again, he pulled your hand from between your legs, making your cunt ache with the loss.
Before you could breathe you felt two of his fingers prodding at your entrance, the wet sounds almost echoing in your ears as you clenched at the contact. Without warning, he buried his long fingers into your cunt, groaning as he felt you flutter around him, almost tipping you over the edge.
"Please, ah! ― Daddy I'm gonna―" you were so close, your body tensing even as you heard Yunho telling you no, but he was rubbing that gummy spot deep inside.
It was too much. You felt the snap, pussy squeezing his fingers tightly as you cried out with your release. Withdrawing his drenched fingers, Yunho tsked at your shaking body, disappointed in your behaviour. "Jealously makes you into such a brat."
He sat up onto his knees between yours, fingers undoing his belt, then his button, and finally inched down his zipper, almost as slowly as he made you touch yourself. Pulling his cock free, you took in his swollen length and red tip dripping precum. He dick was rock hard as it bumped against your pussy, searing hot on your sensitive slit.
A rough thrust had his cock spearing you, the stretch too much for you to handle as you whined loudly, but Yunho ignored you, not stopping until his hips were flush with yours, finally giving you time to adjust and prolong his teasing.
"There's no way I'm interested in her. Not when I have you baby, my little slut. Disobedient brat." Tugging his shirt over his head, he leaned down, his lips connecting with yours as his fingers dug into your soft waist, applying a bit too much pressure.
The buzz of his phone split startled you, the screen lighting up to show her calling, making you pout once again. He reached for the phone, picking it up and moving to turn it off, before smiling devilishly at you and wiggling it over your head.
"Should I pick up? I'm sure once she hears you crying for me to fuck you she'll get the hint." You had never been into exhibitionism but that made your breathing hitch and your pussy clench around Yunho as you said no, hard enough to make him grunt.
"Oh, my pretty girl is so dirty. Does that turn you on? Imagining her listening to me making you feel good―oh, fuck it does, I can feel it. Fuck, you're such a slut, my attention isn't enough, you still need more."
Dropping his phone to hold your hips, he thrust his cock into you harshly, like he was teaching you a lesson. Hard and intense, he had your eyes rolling backwards and your legs pushed up, letting him angle his cock to perfectly hit that spot that made you melt.
You were wailing as you felt the knot tighten again, your pussy throbbing with the drag of his cock along your walls. Warning him that you were close, he fucked into you harder, the tip of his cock bruising against your cervix as he tormented you, his own orgasm building.
"That's it, is my slut gonna cum? Yeah? Come for Daddy, come on my cock." The rasp in his voice did things to your cunt, as you felt your orgasm wash over, leaving you shivering and tingly.
Pulling out, Yunho cursed as he jerked his thick cock over your abdomen, moaning as cum coated your stomach, flowing into the creases of your skin.
Resting his forehead on yours, you both tried to catch your breath, and you were almost successful until you heard a muted voice calling out.
sooo, I had emergency surgery on Friday and had an organ removed, which means I'll be away for a little bit! I have some partially completed fics in my drafts for October and I'll hopefully be able to get those finished up and posted soon. ― xo Raye
AUTHORS NOTE︰well here goes nothing! pls give me some feedback! this is my first time writing + posting anything and I'm looking for constructive criticism. is it too detailed, too cringe? let me know! ty ―Raye☻
✼ FIC NOTES︰ descriptions of reader's body ⋅ established relationship ⋅ makeup mentions ⋅ reader is a makeup artist
✼ SMUT NOTES︰oral sex ⋅ squirting
Everyone cleared out as soon as they were finished getting ready, leaving you and Seokmin all alone. You always did his makeup, and he was always the last in line for your chair. The other guys teased the pair of you about your preshow ritual, how Seokmin always needed you to calm his nerves.
They made wild assumptions of your activities, from you rocking him in your lap to you wiping away his tears dutifully with a cotton bud to not ruin his makeup. Each show they made a new joke, making you both laugh, but they were always off base.
Seokmin's heartbeat thudded against your fingers as they pressed into his neck, holding him still as you finished his eye makeup. You worked in the same order every time, eyes then base, finishing with his lips.
Turning to pop the blending brush into your holder, you pushed the makeup on the bench aside, clearing a spot to sit and hopping up. Staring into his eyes, the only signal he needed was you spreading your legs. The soft material of your skirt falling back to show him his ultimate source of comfort.
Your plush and dimpled upper thighs had his attention until your legs opened wider. Your bare cunt had him swallowing, slit shimmering with slick from anticipation.
"Oh god yes." Those were his only words before attaching his lips to your pussy, contented sighs and harsh groans audible between every lick.
Once his tongue had tasted every bit of arousal he could find, his focus turned to your clit. Sucking and lapping at your bud as you jolted and smothered moans, Seokmin tried to press himself closer. He wanted to drown in you, he needed it to relax.
Exceptionally talented with his tongue, he started working your clit in a pattern guaranteed to get results. Your legs reflexively tightened around his head as his hands held your hips, dragging your closer to the edge of the bench until he could cup your ass.
The change in position was just what you needed. Your heart was pounding in your ears and tingles were spreading over your skin. The next pass of Seokmin's tongue had you letting go, pussy clenching and gushing more of your juices into your thirsty boyfriend's mouth.
He kept lapping at you until you pushed his head away. Moving back, he gently let your limp legs down before raising his face to yours. Glazed eyes and a contented smile were accompanied by your slick, spread from nose to chin.
He always made such a mess during his ritual, and even more after the show.