03’ liner, 23 y/o. also known as @hinatashiftz for my reality shifting content ( hinatashiftsz on tt ). boynextdoor’s favorite home. estp. male writer. multi stan. he/they. a public freak. sanrio, hirono, & sonny angel holic. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
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🏷️ haven’t posted since my first storytime a whole year ago but you can never take the freak out of me so I’m back
pairing : fanboy!jaehyun x fem!idol!reader
synopsis : while away on tour, your boyfriend has to find something to relieve himself...and what could be better than a photo of you?
warnings : male masturbation, cumming on inanimate object, puppy play, jaehyun is kinda a loserrrrr /pos, i think thats all sorry if not guys :( everything written is consensual and between two adults
lower case intended !! minors do not interact !!
standing inside a random k-pop store, jaehyun found that it made him irrationally jealous to hear your fans talk about you.
if being hidden behind countless nda’s wasn’t hurtful enough, the fact that so many people thought they knew you was torturous. they thought they knew your complete personality, what you’d say and do in certain romantic– sometimes even sexual– situations.
“i think y/n would be the kind of girl to like the chase more than the actual relationship.” one girl said, giggling as she held onto your group’s latest album. her friend nodded, “oh, definitely!”
they couldn’t have been more wrong. you hated the chase; hell, you confessed to jaehyun within a week of knowing him due to hating the anticipation. he knew it was a stupid thing to get angry over; they were just fans being fans…he understood that, but still– whether they knew it or not, they were talking about his girlfriend right in front of him.
“excuse me,” jaehyun finally cleared his throat, startling the two girls. “i’m trying to reach the shelf behind you…” he explained, avoiding direct eye contact. they looked towards each other before muttering an apology, stepping away from the shelf that held all the albums your group had ever produced.
“are you a luvbug too?” the taller girl asked excitedly. jaehyun carefully picked up your group’s latest release before turning to the girls and nodding sheepishly. “uh- i- yeah, yeah.”
the girls squealed excitedly, “who’s your bias?! mine’s-”
“y/n.” he answered before the shorter girl could finish her sentence. “excuse me,” he pushed past the two and made his way to the counter, hurrying to purchase the album.
the two girls stared at each other before shrugging, giggling to themselves about the awkward y/n bias they’d met.
‘abt to go on stage !! ttyl, love you puppy <3’
jaehyun frowned at the text on screen, whining to nobody as he lay his head onto your pillow. despite you currently being one month into a six-month world tour, the silky pillowcase still smelled like your expensive perfume.
since the two of you met, you’d dreamed of performing in arenas – stadiums – full of fans. you had trained relentlessly for it, working yourself to the point of exhaustion or worse.
he was happy for you, really, he was… but he also missed you like crazy. the sound of your laugh, the tired smile you always gave him when coming home from practice, and how your hugs were intoxicatingly cozy.
you and jaehyun did your best to stay in contact, facetiming whenever you could and texting in between. both of you just trying your hardest to keep the romance alive, both emotionally and… sexually.
sitting up, jaehyun bit his lip cautiously as he grabbed the sealed album that sat on the wooden nightstand. he ripped the seal cautiously, prying open the album and shuffling through the various inclusions.
he paused occasionally when flipping through the photo book, smiling proudly at how you— in his opinion— stood out as the visual of the group; capturing his whole attention with a single photo.
eventually though, he got to the backwards facing photocards. his heart thumping with anticipation as he carefully flipped one card, frowning with disappointment as he found that it was a unit card of the maknae and your group’s dancer.
they were nice girls, but they weren’t you. they weren’t his girl.
he let his heart rate pick back up as he turned over the last card, eyes twinkling with enthusiasm at the sight of your smile. it was a beautiful pc, in his totally unbiased opinion.
you were holding up a simple peace sign, smiling at the camera— hair styled to frame your face perfectly.
he pushed away the rest of the album, carelessly letting the inclusions and cd fall to the floor. he whined pathetically, uncomfortably hard and terribly embarrassed at how quickly the erection occurred.
he felt his heart pump against his rib cage, breath staggering as he shakily pressed his palm to his clothed cock. letting out a barely audible whimper, hips bucking greedily into his hand making his thighs shake as he attempted to hold himself back.
he imagined the ways you’d make him wait, how your soothing yet stern voice would remind him that— “good puppies are patient, don’t you wanna be my good puppy?”
and god, jaehyun wanted nothing more than to be your good puppy. your good boy, good pet, good play-thing.
whatever you wanted, jaehyun wanted to be the best at it. he wanted the satisfaction of knowing that you were fully, wholeheartedly satisfied with his performance.
you, you, you.
you intoxicated jaehyun’s thoughts, making patience a thing of the past as he humped his own hand before sloppily unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants and boxers off.
his erection sprung out in an almost-comical fashion. he whimpered as he spread the precum that was budding from the tip down his length, twisting his hand around his cock and starting to pump himself closer and closer to an orgasm.
“c’mon myungie, you wanna cum for me— don’t you?” your voice rang in his head, making him whimper and nod to himself.
”w-wan’na be a good boy-“ he panted, eyes brimming with tears as he worked himself closer and closer to the edge. “g’gonna cum s’so much, ple-please!” he choked out, teasing the tip just as you’d taught him too before leaving for tour.
you were stern, but you weren’t cruel. expecting a stupid pup to go months without an orgasm was just torturous.
his chest rose and fell rapidly as he bucked into his own hand, tears glossing his vision as the muscles in his abdomen tightened and coiled around a ball of pleasure.
growing tighter and tighter, closer and closer.
he blinked away his tears, catching a glimpse of your photocard and grabbing it with his free hand. he let out a shaky breath, a strained whine slipping from his lips as he held the card close to his slit.
the orgasm was intense— a loud, needy moan rattling the bedroom walls. sticky white liquid coating the card and seeping into the premium paper.
the sight of his cum covering your face, your card made his mouth water. he was desperate to lick his satisfaction off of your skin as you praise him, desperate to taste you again.
he let the card fall against the sheets, staining the luxury fabric with his cum as he slowly recuperated himself; his heart rate beginning to calm.
jaehyun knew you’d come home eventually, but until then— he’d settle from being your biggest fan from afar.
a/n : this has been in the works for a minuteeee <3 i’m currently on vacation with my family so i couldn’t proof read this one to the best of my ability !! so sorry if its doo doo :(
“you make me wanna try on feminine” riwoo x f!reader wc. little over 1k warnings: smut 18+ mdni !!! sub!riwoo , feminization , riwoo gets called a girl , little humiliation , use of toys & anal play (m) , slight dacryphilia , little riwoo thought thats been plaguing my brain , enjoy !!
“i-i dont know about this,” riwoo hid behind the door of the bathroom that connected to your bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror for the nth time since he put on the outfit you wanted him to put on. he didn’t understand why you were so set on putting him into situations like this, but he was open to try new things with you because it made you happy and he was able to find new things that he liked and didn’t like.
so that’s how he ended up slipping on a pretty pink nightgown-like dress that you picked out for him. you were out shopping and thought this pink would look so cute on him, you just had to buy it.
he debated on whether he should wear underwear under it or not, you gave him a pair to put on but he felt a little embarrassed already just from wearing the dress. but he couldn’t hide that under all the embarrassment, he was still turned on. his cock twitched against the dress fabric as he thought about your reaction to him like this, and he decides to put on the matching panties you got for him to keep himself in place.
“c’mon baby, lemme see” your voice was soft, comforting, just what riwoo needed from you to build enough courage to finally walk out of the bathroom and towards you, who sat on the edge of the bed. he whimpered as he watched your reaction, your jaw dropping before smiling so sweetly at him, like he was the cutest thing you ever saw (he was). walking closer to you, he was so shy, but you reached out for his waist once he was close enough to you, resting your hand on his hip while you took him in fully.
“mmm… i knew you’d look so cute, just like a pretty girl all for me” there it was, the reason you wanted him to wear the dress. you had mentioned feminization to him but he doesn’t remember much about it, he thought it was simply you wanting him in a dress just to see it.
riwoo felt his cock twitch again at your words, he was still a little embarrassed but the way you watched him has him ready for whatever you plan on doing to him. you stand up, hand still on his waist while your other hand reaches for his face, cupping his jaw and pulling him close to you for a kiss. you kiss him a little eagerly, gripping his waist tighter and pushing his body against yours. another whimper slips past his lips as you kiss him, you kiss him harder as if you wanted your bodies to connect.
your hand on his jaw slides down his neck and further down until you reach his chest, dragging your fingers along the hem of dress before sliding your hand down to caress his nipples over the fabric. the action causes riwoo to gasp and moan into your mouth, and you smirk against his lips.
you tweak with with both of his sensitive buds through the dress, and riwoo is having trouble keeping his balance from the sensitivity. your grip on his waist is the only thing keeping him from buckling down onto the floor. he didn’t know what to do with his hands so he just grabs at your shirt weakly, praying that your teasing would be over soon and he could get some relief from the aching between his legs.
when your grip on riwoos waist loosens, and you pull away from his mouth to look at him, you see that he was enjoying this more than he let on. your pretty boy was shy, and he always needs that extra push from you to tell you exactly how he was feeling. your eyes trail down his body and you can see how tight he has his legs pressed together, not giving him any relief but it’s helping him stay still, and you notice the growing wet spot on his dress. you press your finger against the spot, then dragging it to push against his tip over the fabric. his body jerks and you giggle.
“riwoo, your little cock is leaking through your panties, you like this that much? you like being my pretty girl?” riwoo whines at your words, nodding his head while mumbling a string of pleas for you to touch him more.
so after feeling him up some more you, you guide him onto the bed, laying him against your chest, sitting in between your legs while you keep his legs open with your own, pushing his dress up to his stomach while you keep his panties on, moving them to the side just to free his leaky cock. you coo at him, he’s so cute like this, all needy and shy.
reaching for the drawer by the bed, you grab the bottle of lube and the baby pink vibrator that you use on riwoo from time to time. his body shudders at the sight, not knowing what was going on in your head. it could go either way, edging him, or overstimulating him to tears. he feels like no matter what he was going to cry, he was so sensitive already.
you honestly didn’t even need the lube, all the precum that leaks out of riwoo has him wet enough for your hand to slide across him with ease.
when your hand finally makes contact with his cock his back is arching off your chest, your thumb swiping across his tip repeatedly as you collect more of his arousal that bubbles out of his cock.
“my babys so sensitive,” you speak directly in his ear, his body trembling at the feeling of your breath tickling his ear and neck. “look at you, riwoo… making a mess all over yourself” he finally looks down, and he shuts his eyes and shakes his head. he really was making a mess, he doesn’t think he’s never been like this before, and seeing your hand wrapped around him had him ready to cum already.
“mmh- p-please… wanna cum- ah-!” riwoos hips lift up into your hand, and you use your free hand to pinch his inner thigh as a warning to keep still. his head falls back onto your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you squeeze the base of his cock.
“aw, my pretty girl wants to cum?”
you didn’t even have to use the vibrator yet with how close riwoo was already… he looks like he might explode if you even turn the device on. maybe next time you’ll use it on him. your hand was soaked in riwoos arousal, and you drag your other hand down past his cock, fingers making contact with the cute metal plug the boy wore. you push down against it, and riwoo lets out a choked out sob at the combination of his sweet spot inside of him being stimulated and your other hand still working his sensitive cock. tears that filled his waterline finally spilling with a couple blinks, and he bit his lip so hard he was sure he would draw blood.
“you like this a lot, don’t you? maybe i should buy a strap, fuck you like a girl. you want that baby?” you were evil, so so evil, but riwoo was so, so horny that he doesn’t even care. in fact he likes it, loves how you can get him to do whatever you want, how you can make him feel so embarrassed and turn him on at the same time.
“mhm!! want- want it, f-feels so good, please let me cum- please, please ple- ngh!” his words were barely coherent, hips rutting up into your hand once again. he was so close you didn’t even care to make him stay still, wanting to watch him fall apart in your hands.
“let go, pretty, make a mess for me” you mumble into his neck, kissing the flesh softly in contrast of the way you’re touching him. you suck right at the sensitive spot on his neck, right under his ear and with another swipe over his tip he was cumming, another sob leaving his lips and arching his back as his orgasm took over. he throbbed in your hand, his milky white cum shooting onto his stomach, some getting onto the dress fabric. you keep stroking him to milk him of every drop of cum thats left in him, it leaks and gets all over your hand but you don’t mind. riwoos breathing slowly going back to normal, still shaking slightly as he comes down from his high.
once you felt like you had tortured him enough, you let go of his cock and he sighs, eyes drowsy and body going slack against you. you lick up the cum that soaked your hand, humming at the taste before moving from behind riwoo so you could get him cleaned up.
“are y-you really going to buy a strap?” his voice was weak, and his eyes had a look you couldn’t decipher. you just give him a soft smile and place a sweet kiss on his lips.
“i’ll buy you whatever you want if it makes you cum like that every time, now lets get in the shower, baby”
a/n: a small step into pushing my secret riwoo girl agenda… also this scenario is just… yeah 🩷 i hope you guys liked it !!!
i think woonhak would get jealous really easily. he gets the slightest feeling that someone is looking at you for too long, or talking to you too sweetly, he's pissed off. of course he wants people to be nice to his baby, but not too much where it can be seen as flirting. he's the type to create a scenario in his head and get mad about it as if it was reality.
when you both get home he's all whiny, complaining about how people were flirting with you right in front of him, and whining some more over how you just "let" them be overly friendly with you. all you can do is roll your eyes at his bratty behavior.
woonhak loves to fuck you when he's feeling jealous. its like he has something to prove, like he has to know that he'll be the only person in your brain. he fucks with a purpose during these times, a little rough but you like it. you let him have his way most times when he gets like this, letting him get his frustration out before he goes back to being your baby.
cums in you and then likes to watch it drip out, licking it up and burying his face into your pussy to make you cum again on his tongue. he has to show that he's good at everything, making you feel good makes him feel important, like you'll keep him around if he's a good pleaser.
lots of affirmation and reassurance is needed too. he's honestly yapping during sex, going on about how you're his and no one elses. "you're mine right? you only want me, right?" his voice cracks, he needs you hear your say it. that you're his, that no one compares to him.
notes: fem!reader, academic rivals to lovers, dom!woonhak, wet dream, dirty talk, degradation, praise, oral sex (both f and m receiving), 69, squirting, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), semi-public sex, creampie, woonhak is a little mean here, very very little angst :')
a/n: woonhak has been wrecking me so much lately he is SO uggghhh. anyways hope you enjoy this one!
you can’t stand him.
there’s an incessant knot coiled in your belly whenever you crossed paths, whenever his eyes locked on yours.
every day, you think about ways to take him down a peg, to put a damper on that cocky grin that masquerades as kindness. you fantasize about outsmarting him, delivering the final argument to a debate that successfully shuts him up long enough so you can gloat in his face. you dream about tripping him in the hallway. you hope that he comes down with a fever on the day of an important test.
you wish nothing but the worst for kim woonhak.
and that would be perfectly fine. your anger would be understandable. valid? maybe not. but it would be accepted, considering the position you’re in relative to him.
it would be fine if he weren’t the pride and joy, the superstar, the golden boy of your year.
everyone tells you that his teasing is just in good fun, that it’s a valiant effort to get closer to you.
you think that the people around you might actually be fucked in the head if they thought that unceasing pestering translated into acts of friendship.
you sigh, willing your shoulders to relax as you lift your head, returning your attention to your professor. he’s discussing something, you’re not entirely sure what. normally, you’d be all ears, wanting to get every syllable committed to memory so you can do your absolute best in this class, but there’s a huge, monumental weight sitting in your stomach.
your professor says something about a project.
yes, a project. the project. the one he just brought up a few minutes ago. the one he started calling out partners for. kazuha and sungho. jaehyun and dongmin. donghyun and minju.
woonhak and–
your eyes lock on the man sitting across the aisle from you.
woonhak smiles, innocently enough that it just looks like he’s being polite. but you know your new, totally-not-rage-inducing partner is sniffing you out, trying to gauge what your reaction to your professor’s announcement is.
well, woonhak can go fuck himself.
your professor claps his hands and you flinch, your attention drawn away from the bane of your existence.
“seeing as there’s only about fifteen minutes left in our class, i’ll allow this time for you to speak with your partners,” your professor declares. “remember, this is twenty percent of your grade, and it’s due in three weeks. better get to work!”
a collective grumble arises from your classmates, but you grit your teeth together, keeping your butt rooted to your seat. if the universe wants to mess with you, the least it can do is have woonhak come to you.
to his credit, you see through the corner of your eye the vague shape of him getting up from his seat. you keep your eyes downcast up until the very moment he stops next to your desk. you look up at him with the most neutral expression you can summon.
“hey, partner,” woonhak greets, one corner of his mouth turning up as if the whole thing was oh-so-amusing.
“hey,” you respond curtly. you hear him snicker quietly to himself before pulling up an empty chair and plopping himself next to you.
you catch a whiff of his cologne, and you think, begrudgingly, that at least he smells good. it’s one of the few things you do like about him. he always cleaned up well, uniform worn perfectly pressed, his hair sitting at the juncture of ‘styled with effort’ and ‘i didn’t really try’.
not that you paid much attention to his appearance.
sometimes, he’d roll up the sleeves of his button-down, especially when the day was at its end. like right now. he sits on the chair backwards, his arms propped up on the back, his chin coming down to rest on them.
you can just make out the faint outline of the veins that run along and beneath his skin.
you blink, shifting away from woonhak’s arms, your eyes instead snapping up to meet his. he smiles again, and your stomach jolts violently. he doesn’t even have to do much. your body reacts at the smallest trigger that has anything to do with him.
“guess mr. choi wanted to see what would happen if he put his two best students together,” woonhak muses, tilting his head to the side. he’s still looking at you, pupils running over your features. or at least you think they are, and for a brief moment, he stops at your lips before licking his own.
“oh wow, is that an actual compliment from you?” you sneer, narrowing your eyes at him.
woonhak chuckles, reaching over to toy with your pen. you swat at his hand, but he returns the action, lightly shoving your own out of the way. he grabs your pen and twirls it between his fingers.
you watch, already silently fuming.
“my bad. let me rephrase,” woonhak says, bringing your pen up to his mouth. he catches it between his teeth, nibbling on it absentmindedly.
his tongue pokes out for a moment, and your stomach flips again.
“i guess our professor wanted to see what would happen if he put the best in his class–that’s me–with the second rank, who can barely keep up. that’s you.”
your foot shoots out before you can stop it. it connects with woonhak’s shin and he yelps, straightening in his chair. he scowls at you, grabbing at his leg.
“why do you get so butthurt over jokes?” woonhak pouts.
“jokes are meant to be funny,” you retaliate immediately.
“and i’m not laughing, kim woonhak. now, listen to me while i tell you what we’ll do for this project.”
-
of course, woonhak didn’t give you an easy time, because he never does.
the class ended with your head pounding and a frown etched deeply on his face. he got up from the chair with a curt, ‘yeah, whatever,’ as you were reminding him of the internal deadlines you set. he walked away from you, gathering his things before storming out of the classroom.
you didn’t think he’d be so pissed over you kicking him, but oh well.
you’re burrowed in your bed now, typing furiously on your laptop as you attempt to get a head start on this godforsaken project. you’d texted woonhak again some minutes ago, reminding him of the material he needed to research. he replied with a thumbs-up emoji that annoyed you for the rest of your dinner.
you pause, staring at the blinking text cursor on your open document. you were supposed to list down all the parts of your project, but the momentary shift of your thoughts to woonhak has derailed your focus. you sigh, attempting to type out the words, but you’re pulling up blanks. after typing, erasing, and typing in increasing frustration, you close your laptop, opting to rest your eyes for a while.
it’s only 11 P.M., but you feel yourself getting drowsier by the second. you figure it’s just from the stress of the project, and perhaps a quick nap before resuming your work wouldn’t hurt anyone.
you’ve only dozed off for a few minutes when you feel your phone vibrate violently under your cheek.
“what the fuck,” you mutter under your breath. you check the screen and see that someone is calling you.
the caller ID registers as ‘kim woonhak’.
“what the fuck,” you repeat, jamming your thumb over the ‘answer’ button.
“what do you want?” you bark into your phone.
“hi, ______,” woonhak’s voice croons from the other end. you pause, taking in the cadence of his words, the way he says your name; a strange flutter erupts in your chest.
“sorry, did i interrupt something?” woonhak asks after a moment.
“my sleep,” you deadpan, throwing an arm over your eyes. you sigh, wanting nothing more than to fall back into the sweet embrace of slumber.
“sorry about that,” woonhak says. there it is again, the low, almost enticing quality to his tone.
“woonhak, tell me what you need, or else i’m hanging up,” you threaten lightly, voice taking on a breathy quality.
what is wrong with you? why is your heart rate suddenly picking up?
“i like it when you say my name,” woonhak declares. you can hear him smile as he says this.
you’re speechless for a few moments, your arm flinging off your face and your eyes snapping wide open. if your heart was beating fast a moment ago, it’s definitely racing now.
“can you say my name again?” woonhak implores, his voice lilting teasingly.
“i don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, kim woonhak.” your voice shakes towards the end, and you cringe. but you can’t help it. the whole strange ordeal is putting you on edge.
and, weirdly enough, your thighs clench together as you hear woonhak chuckle.
“why do you pretend like you don’t like it?” woonhak accuses.
“like what?” you respond, putting as much bite as you can into your words.
“the attention i give you.”
your stomach lurches as you try to process his words.
you don’t. you don’t like the attention he gives you. you hate the teasing, the pushing of all your buttons, the constant reminders of how he’s so much better than you. you hate the way he speaks to you, so different from how he talks to everyone else. so unlike the way he approaches the other girls in your class, always so gentlemanly and charming.
why can’t the same be afforded to you?
“_______? you still there?” woonhak calls out.
say it again. fuck, say my name, woonhak.
your eyes fly open a second time, your heart pounding against your ribcage. your hand is empty, your phone buried under your pillow. you quickly check the call log and relief floods your senses when you see it void of woonhak’s name.
a dream. it was all a dream.
you swallow, trying to make sense of it.
why would you dream of him?
you check the time and see that it’s past midnight now. your laptop lies forgotten at the foot of your bed, and you decide that it’s for the best. you deserve some rest and reprieve from the constant barrage of thoughts that involve your classmate and biggest rival.
you turn your lamp off, burying yourself under your blanket once more, and praying for a dreamless sleep.
-
“are you listening to me?”
you blink, eyes focusing back on the man in front of you. woonhak looks at you with a questioning raise of his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth tilting up as well.
the library is still around the two of you, the only sounds coming from the drone of the large air conditioning units and the occasional scratches of pen against paper and soft typing on laptops. your own device is open in front of you, your project file pulled up, but the letters swim in front of your eyes.
you’re supposed to be brainstorming ideas on how to present your work, but all the two of you have accomplished over the last hour is a ridiculous amount of bickering over whether canva or google slides is better.
you’ve both mellowed out into an uneasy truce, agreeing to cross that bridge when you get there.
“sorry,” you mumble, averting your gaze from woonhak’s scrutinizing eyes. “can you repeat that?”
woonhak settles his chin on his hand, leaning closer across the table towards you. you pretend not to notice, scrolling aimlessly through your screen.
“i said, we have enough responses from our survey,” woonhak explains. he reaches over and fiddles with the ribbon bookmark on your planner. you shoot him a look, and his hand pauses as it winds the material around his pointer finger.
“we can start organizing and encoding the data,” woonhak concludes.
he moves on to grab your pen next, and you swiftly snatch it up before he does.
“stop touching my stuff,” you warn, glaring at him.
woonhak grins, leaning back in his chair. you watch as the fabric of his uniform shirt shifts over his broad shoulders, rippling against his arms. you know he works out; you see it on his social media from time to time. not that you check his social media regularly.
“should i touch you instead?”
your head snaps up at near breakneck speed as you stare daggers at woonhak. he seems to find your annoyance amusing, as he always does, because he’s breaking out into an even wider smile.
“i have half a mind to cancel our work session later so i don’t have to see your face any more than i have to,” you whisper in indignation. your face grows hot as woonhak seems unfazed by your scathing words.
“hey, if you want to do all the work, that’s fine by me,” woonhak says, throwing his hands up. “but i’d feel more comfortable if i can monitor our progress. i have to make sure you’re doing the work properly, you know.”
this does it for you. you snap your laptop shut, shoving it inside your bag before collecting your things. woonhak just watches you, expression still relaxed, oh-so-blasé about the whole thing.
“8 P.M. at my dorm. you know where my building is. don’t be late,” you rattle off through gritted teeth before stomping off and out of the library.
-
at exactly 8 P.M., a soft knock emanates from your door.
another one of the few things you like about kim woonhak is his ability to be punctual. you unlatch your door and cautiously peek through the small gap you’ve opened.
“have you eaten?”
you pause, head tilting in confusion. as expected, woonhak is standing in your doorway, a hand behind his back. his bag is slung over one shoulder, and his sleeves are rolled up again. you try not to stare at the way his fingers fidget with the fabric of his pants.
“uh, no,” comes your puzzled reply.
“cool. i brought food,” woonhak reveals, brandishing a brown paper bag. immediately, you’re greeted with the smell of spices, and as if on cue, your stomach grumbles loudly.
woonhak notices and grins. you flush, your bottom lip coming between your teeth.
“oh,” you say plainly. “i–um, thanks.”
you open the door wider and step aside, letting woonhak into your dorm room. you’re suddenly conscious of how everything looks. you hurry to clear space on your desk, shoving papers and trinkets aside. you can feel woonhak watching you, and you nearly drop a ceramic figurine in your haste.
you fight the urge to let out a biting remark, to ask why he’s being a decent human being all of a sudden. you hate the guy, but surely a good deed didn’t warrant a telling off. still, the twisting in your stomach tells you it’s not just the hunger.
“you can put the food here,” you say, gesturing to the desk. woonhak walks over and does so, then turns to you while he unpacks the contents of the paper bag.
“i got you the spicy kind of kimbap,” woonhak begins. “that okay?”
you stare hard at woonhak, still trying to figure out his angle. your silence causes woonhak to pause, his expression turning inquisitive.
“if it isn’t, i got tteokbokki too in case,” woonhak offers, gesturing to the tupperware in his hands.
“why–”
you stop yourself, recalibrating your question. the absurdity of it all is messing with your head, hindering you from creating a cohesive thought, let alone a sentence.
“you didn’t have to bring me food,” is what you settle for.
woonhak snickers, pulling up your plush office chair for himself. a twinge of annoyance pokes at you almost instantly.
“hey, i’m hungry, too,” woonhak says in defense. “i can’t work on an empty stomach, especially if i have to hear you talk for an hour straight.”
ah. there it is.
you roll your eyes, not having the energy to argue because, despite your pride, you are starving.
“thought i lost you there for a moment. good to see you’re still an asshole,” you grumble, clearing out the pile of clothes from the standard-issue desk chair from the university. you drag it across the room and seat yourself next to woonhak.
your knees brush briefly, and both of you flinch away.
“why are you nice all of a sudden?” you ask, reaching over for one of the foil-wrapped kimbap rolls.
woonhak looks at you like you grew a second head.
“i like beating you in academics, but i’m not going to let you go hungry,” woonhak says, his signature pout settling on his lips. he takes a large bite of the kimbap, gesturing to your own unopened one.
“eat. don’t tell me you hate me that much that you’re willing to refuse perfectly good food?” woonhak’s voice warbles around his food, and while you’d usually sneer in disgust at his less-than-desirable manners, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.
woonhak’s own expression softens and he laughs along. the tightness in your chest loosens as you finally allow yourself dinner.
-
“i’m just saying, it would be better if we write our own sections, then go over the whole thing together so we can both have a say on its final form.”
you rub at your temple, the familiar need to get violent with woonhak bubbling up inside you once more. your short-lived peace was indeed that: brief, with fleeting conversations as the two of you finished your dinner. the containers have been diligently disposed of, and in their place sits your laptop on your desk, the file to your project staring back ominously at the two of you.
“i think it would be better if we wrote each section, or at least its outline, while we’re together so that we can both pitch in where we can,” you counter as patiently as you’re able to.
woonhak is leaning back on your office chair, his own laptop open on his lap. he looks even more relaxed and disheveled than when he came in some hours ago. his glasses sit at the tip of his nose and you fight the urge to push them back up yourself.
“that would take too much time,” woonhak reasons. “it would be more efficient if we at least get some words on the document, then we can refine it later.”
you pause. you did see the validity of his argument. better to have something than agonize over a near-empty piece of work until inspiration strikes. you sigh, tilting your head back as you feel one of your eyelids twitch. no doubt a product of your exhaustion.
“you know, you can just say you want to spend more time with me, ______.”
you turn your head and glare daggers at woonhak. once again, he seems unfazed by your frigid response to his antics.
“what’s your problem?” you ask, righting yourself in your seat. “does torturing me make you that happy?”
“i’m just teasing, _______,” woonhak says defensively. he puts his laptop away, leaning forward so he can brace his elbows on his knees.
from where you sit, you’ll be able to reach over and touch woonhak.
not that you want to.
don’t you, though? don’t you want to touch woonhak? run your fingers through his hair, leave imprints of your fingertips on his pristine glasses as you pull them off, drag your nails down his sturdy shoulders?
“if being an asshole is teasing, yeah, sure,” you mutter, distracting yourself with a loose thread from your skirt. your uniform is rumpled, the first two buttons of your blouse undone. you hadn’t changed out of it, too embarrassed to slip into anything comfortable around woonhak. who knows what he has to say about your pajamas.
“i don’t get why you have to say all that shit to me,” you complain, a bubble of emotion forming in your chest.
“what shit?” woonhak asks.
you scoff. “don’t pretend you don’t know what i’m talking about.”
“well, i don’t,” woonhak replies, almost petulant in his tone.
“all that stuff about me being second best, about never being able to reach your level, what about that? huh, woonhak?” your arms cross tightly across your chest, expression stony as you watch him process your words.
woonhak lets out a breath, scooting closer. the drag of the office chair’s wheels against the floor is loud, your body jolting as his chair bumps into yours. his knees press against the side of your thigh now, and your whole body nearly erupts in fire.
“but you like it, don’t you?” woonhak interrogates, crowding into you.
your first instinct is to pull away, to strike him across the face, ask where he got the audacity from. but there it is again. the traitorous wash of his cologne over you. the mischievous glint in his eye that has you pausing, reassessing what it is you truly feel for kim woonhak.
“or, at least, you like me enough to tolerate it,” woonhak concludes, raising an eyebrow as if asking you to confirm.
“why would i like you?” you counter, turning your body so you can face him fully.
woonhak’s eyes leave your face to watch as your knees slot perfectly between his, a slow, subtle smile creeping on his lips.
“i ask myself the same thing, ______. especially when you’re blushing this hard.” woonhak pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. you watch, completely entranced, his words barely registering with you.
“why can’t you just tell me what it is you want to tell me?” you manage to get out despite the heat in your face.
“obviously, you get off on my reactions. so you must like it, too. or like me enough to tolerate it.”
woonhak’s words are parroted back to him, and this is when his face splits into a grin. his teeth digs onto his bottom lip, his eyes sweeping down your body.
“see, this is why i like having you as my so-called rival,” woonhak says lowly, hands coming down to rest on your thighs.
you gasp, your own hand shooting out to grip woonhak’s wrist. he looks at you cautiously, waiting for you to refuse him, to tell him to back off. you stay perfectly still, your breathing growing more labored with each passing moment.
woonhak runs his palms down your skin, and you bite back a moan. his hands hook around the back of your knees, and he tugs you forward, sending you stumbling over his lap. your hand awkwardly grasps at woonhak’s arm as he adjusts both of you atop the chair.
you’re sitting fully on woonhak’s lap, thighs flush against his, the heat between your legs dangerously close to where you can see a faint outline in his pants. you can hardly believe it. but the solid pressure of woonhak’s hands against your waist grounds you, telling you this is real and not another one of your dreams.
“so quick to figure things out,” woonhak whispers. “my brilliant _______.”
your mouth falls open as your body caves in at his words. his lips are on yours in the blink of an eye, both of you letting out long, drawn-out sounds as you finally let yourselves go.
your fingers finally run through the strands of his hair, downy and pliant under your touch. woonhak’s hands wander lower, grabbing the flesh of your ass through your skirt. a shiver runs through your body.
“fuck, need you so bad,” woonhak grunts against your lips.
“bed. now.” your voice is surprisingly steady as you scramble off his lap, woonhak automatically responding, following as you rise. his arms encircle you as you both fumble your way towards your bed.
you fall into a heap, you on your back with woonhak catching himself above you. you continue to kiss fervently, your hands wandering everywhere and anywhere over woonhak’s body. you start frantically unbuttoning his shirt, and he does the same with your skirt, slipping the zip down. you kick it off impatiently once it’s loose enough, wriggling yourself out of your underwear soon after.
“wanna eat you out,” woonhak says, voice rough.
you pull away just enough to look at him. his eyes are wild, hardened as he takes you in.
“but i wanna suck you off,” you admit, the ghost of a smile gracing your lips.
woonhak mirrors your expression as he hurriedly undoes his pants. he throws them and his underwear onto the floor, where your own bottoms are, forgotten.
“that can be arranged,” woonhak says, kissing you once more before securing an arm around your waist.
he flips you two over so that you’re on top, the heat from his straining member oh-so-near to your leaking core.
“well get to it, then.” woonhak nudges you and you huff, flipping yourself over his reclined form. you swing your leg over his face, drawing your cunt closer to his mouth while you bring your own lips closer to his hardened cock.
he’s leaking precum and your mouth waters at the sight. woonhak hisses when you grab the base, his breath ghosting over your folds. you both moan in unison, quivering beneath each other’s touch.
“god, look at you,” woonhak moans before latching his mouth over your clit from below. you lurch forward in surprise, the drag of his tongue against you ripping a whine from you.
you steady your breathing enough to focus on the task at hand. you lick a stripe from his base to his tip and woonhak groans against you. you take his head into your mouth, suckling momentarily, swirling your tongue over his slit. you take more of him, sinking down further and further until you feel him hit the back of your throat. there’s still more of him, and this turns you on even more.
he’s huge. and he’s all yours.
you draw back, then slide back down, setting up a steady rhythm. woonhak continues to emit noises from below you, sending delicious vibrations through your soaking pussy. in turn, you hum around his dick, and it’s like a feedback loop of you nudging each other closer and closer to your release.
soon enough, you feel yourself right on the brink, and woonhak twitches in your mouth around the same time. you take in as much as you can of him, swallowing around his head once you feel him nudge your throat once more. woonhak cries out, his hips jerking up. you gag around him, but you don’t have any time to react as he spills himself in your mouth.
you pull off him, jerking him off the rest of the way, your lips and chin covered in his cum. your hole begs for attention as it continues to leak your arousal. woonhak devours you once more, running his tongue frantically over your clit. you feel the pad of his thumb press over the puckered hole of your ass, and this is where you lose it.
you cum hard over woonhak’s mouth, and a strangled noise escapes him, his hands planted firmly on your thighs as he keeps you in place. you grind down on his face as you ride out your high, your limbs suddenly weak.
you feel liquid running down your legs, and you realize what you’d just done.
“shit, i’m so sorry,” you apologize quickly, tumbling off woonhak.
his face and mouth are drenched, and so is the collar of his uniform. he pushes himself up on his elbows, a lazy smile on his face.
“you’re good,” woonhak reassures. “that was hot, not gonna lie.”
you huff out a laugh, letting yourself plop down unceremoniously on your bed. woonhak shifts closer, using his sleeves to dry himself off. he spots the box of tissues you keep on your bedside table and goes to grab you a few, handing them to you with that same boyish smile you’ve come to crave over the months you’ve known him. you clean yourself up, letting the silence blanket both of you.
but, whether it’s post-nut clarity or something else, the reality of the situation suddenly comes crashing down. meeting woonhak’s eyes, your chest constricts, and you immediately spring up, climbing off the bed.
“that was fun,” you concede. “but that was totally crossing a line.”
“a line i’m glad we crossed,” woonhak declares, tone challenging as if imploring you to agree with him.
“i think you should go,” you say instead. “we can finish up tomorrow after class.”
woonhak gapes at you, opens his mouth like he wants to say something, then decides otherwise. he collects his clothes from the floor just as you’re pulling up a fresh set of sleep shorts you grabbed. you turn away, avoiding the sight of woonhak until he’s completely decent.
“thanks for the food,” you hurriedly say as he goes to collect his things.
“and the other thing,” you add, your face heating up once more.
woonhak turns to you, his mouth pressed into a thin line.
“no problem. thank you, too. and see you tomorrow.”
-
the class seems to be dragging on for longer than it should, and your temples are starting to throb. your professor is droning on about the lesson, periodically calling on students to share their thoughts, in hopes of catching those who are slacking off.
and just your luck, you watch as your professor’s eyes land right on you. you accept what’s coming next.
“ms. _______,” your professor addresses you. “what do you think of this aspect of this theory? does it hold enough validity for it to be proven true?”
you stand, presenting the very bare bones of your argument, not caring much at this point if you’re a little off on what your professor is looking for. you’re tired and stressed and still reeling from the events of last night.
as if on cue, you turn your head just the slightest bit and catch woonhak’s eyes. he’s staring straight at your face, not even hiding the fact that he’s panning down to glance at your chest, then at your thighs, before running his gaze back up to your eyes.
“ms. _______,” your professor cuts in gently. you blink, turning your attention back to the older man in front of you.
“you’re presenting your argument to me, not to mr. kim.”
you hear a couple of snickers and coughs around, and you make a point to stare pointedly at myung jaehyun, who is grinning uncontrollably at the whole ordeal, eyes flitting between you and woonhak. his face melts into neutrality once he sees you looking back.
“actually, i think, while her argument is sound, it’s heading towards the wrong direction.”
you grit your teeth at the sound of woonhak’s voice, your fists clenching at your side.
“oh? kindly elaborate, woonhak,” your professor implores.
woonhak stands up and faces you, only the center aisle separating the two of you.
or is it the thickening tension that comes from knowing what sounds woonhak makes when you choke on his cock?
god, you hate him.
you want him all the same.
woonhak begins to counter your points, and with every sentence, you realize he’s actually making a really good case for himself. which annoys you even further. and for the sake of being stubborn, you decide to argue back.
“you’re being very tunnel-visioned about this,” you say with a scowl. “obviously this theory shouldn’t be looked at through just one lens, and yet you’re making very bold, very sure statements about its validity.”
woonhak’s eyebrows raise at this, but he quickly schools his expression into one of satisfaction. you’ve taken the bait once again. you both get what you’re here for.
an argument. an excuse to throw jabs at each other, albeit only verbally. a chance for you to watch him eye you like you’re his next meal, and an opportunity for him to relish in the flush of your cheeks and the drag of your tongue across your lips.
you debate for a couple of minutes more, the whole class seemingly entranced with the display of wits before them. your professor lets it go a little longer, just as amused. he decides to put a stop to it once he sees that you and woonhak have stepped out onto the aisle; a little bit more, and the two of you would be toe to toe.
“i believe that the point has been made,” your professor cuts in. “there is no one way to view this theory, and it is why it remains exactly that. a theory.”
both you and woonhak pause, your heart beating wildly in your chest. you look at each other for a moment before you turn, depositing yourself back onto your seat. you realize that your hands are trembling, and you clench them even harder in an attempt to stop the movement.
you don’t look at woonhak for the rest of the class
-
“you reserved the study room, right?”
you shoot woonhak a look, and he merely smiles innocently at you, eyebrows raised as if waiting for a response.
“do i look like someone who would forget?” you grumble, stomping up the library’s front steps. woonhak races ahead of you and holds the door open.
you ignore the way your stomach flutters as you enter, the cool library air soothing your warm skin.
you’ve been tense all day after that debate in class. heck, you’ve been tense since last night when you and woonhak were moaning into each other’s mouths. but you made a promise that you would finish part of your report today, and you won’t let a little misplaced romp with your biggest academic rival derail that plan.
you and woonhak proceed to the front desk as you both turn in your school IDs for the use of one of the private study rooms. in retrospect, isolating yourself with woonhak in a secluded space probably isn’t the smartest idea after what happened last night, but it’s too late now. you’re directed towards the hallway to the side, and before you know it, you and woonhak are entering the small, soundproof space.
“cozy,” woonhak comments, depositing his bag on the table. he pulls the blinds down over the small window and draws the curtain hanging over the see-through door.
“don’t start,” you warn, already pulling your laptop out.
“are you done organizing the data? do we need more respondents?” you ask, avoiding all eye contact with woonhak. you’ve positioned yourself across the round table from him, refusing to get within reaching distance of him.
“yes, i’m done, and no, we don’t,” woonhak answers. you feel him watching you, as he’s been known to do lately, and it’s taking everything in you not to get all up in his face and ask why he keeps doing this.
“good,” you say, finally seating yourself. “you can work on the introduction, background, and method and procedures. let’s work on the related literature together, then i can work on the analysis and summary. how does that sound?”
finally, you turn to woonhak and he’s looking at you with an impossibly wide grin. you feel your neck heat up, images of last night flashing through your eyes.
“so we’re doing it my way, after all,” woonhak teases, leaning over the table and openly surveying you.
“you were right. is that what you wanted to hear?” you taunted back.
woonhak chuckles, shrugging. “personally, i want to hear something else from you.”
“don’t be disgusting,” you cut in, equal parts indignation and arousal swirling in your belly.
how dare he? how dare he be so crass yet so attractive?
“i wasn’t so disgusting when you were making those noises last night.”
a silence befalls the room. you and woonhak observe each other, merely a couple of feet apart, and yet a valley of unspoken things lies between you two. your eyes glance at the corners of the room where the ceiling meets the wall. where cameras would usually be.
“there aren’t any behind you, either,” woonhak confirms what you’ve been trying to figure out. the casual nonchalance has you shifting in your seat.
“how long are we going to pretend, _______?” woonhak continues, rising from his chair.
you follow, pushing your chair back as you stand. you refuse to allow a single moment where he can look down on you. you’re eye to eye now. if woonhak reaches out, he’d be able to pull you to him, do with you as he pleases.
you worry that this is all you ever wanted.
how ironic.
“come here.”
woonhak’s words are barely out of his mouth before his hand is circling your wrist, yanking you towards him. your bodies slam together violently, your mouths smashing against each other in a messy, breathy kiss.
you’re glad woonhak concealed the room beforehand. anyone walking by would have seen you two devouring each other’s faces.
woonhak maneuvers you towards the table, and you hop up backwards, letting yourself settle on the hardwood. you pull woonhak flush against you, hooking your legs around his hips. you press yourself to the front of his pants and he groans, grinding into your already wet heat.
“should have done this sooner,” woonhak mutters, reaching beneath your skirt to yank at your underwear. you whimper as you feel the fabric drag down your thighs.
he discards it onto the floor and flips your skirt up and around your waist.
“do you know how cute you get when you’re pretending my words aren’t getting to you?” woonhak asks, smirking as he presses two fingers against your aching core.
you gasp, eyelids fluttering shut as he massages through your folds, quickly locating your clit.
“i know they annoy you, but i also know it also turns you on,” woonhak continues, spreading your arousal around before plunging a finger inside of you.
“fuck, woonhak,” you moan, your hand gripping the front of his shirt. he eases another finger in and starts pumping slowly, savoring the shifts in your expression.
“you like being called second best?” woonhak interrogates. “or do you just like it when i do it?”
you whimper, turning away in shame.
because it’s true. in your deepest, sickest, most twisted fantasies, you let woonhak degrade you, demean you in ways you know only he can. and it looks like those fantasies are about to come true.
“don’t do that,” woonhak demands, his other hand grabbing your jaw. he turns you back to him, eyes set with something dark.
“look at me when i talk to you.”
you nod your acquiescence, meeting his heated gaze. he’s moving his fingers faster inside you now, the table rocking gently with every slam of his fingers against your hole.
“need you to repeat what you did last night,” woonhak says, curling his fingers against that one spot inside you. “need you to make a mess all over me.”
you clamp a hand over your mouth as an embarrassingly loud moan threatens to escape you. sure enough, woonhak is drawing you closer and closer to your release, the familiar pressure building low in your belly.
“i c-can’t. not here,” you whisper shakily. “the m-mess–”
“yes, you can,” woonhak interrupts. “i’ll clean it up, don’t worry.”
a shiver runs through you as you feel yourself tumbling even closer to your orgasm. woonhak reaches as deep as he can, presses against your spongy walls.
“that’s it. let go for me, baby.”
your vision flashes white and you feel yourself clench around woonhak’s lithe fingers. he pulls them out just as you release all over him, drenching his shirt and the top of his pants. he rubs circles on your clit and you bite down hard on your lip to keep yourself from crying out.
eventually, you’re reduced to a twitching, panting mess. half-undressed, uniform wrinkled, with evidence of your orgasm splashed all over the floor.
“good girl,” woonhak praises, licking the remnants from his fingers. you watch in rapt fascination as he cleans himself of you.
“my turn.”
woonhak unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, yanking his bottoms down just enough to let his cock free. instinctively, your legs widen once more as he steps between your thighs, carefully avoiding the drops of liquid on the floor.
“i’m clean, by the way,” woonhak says, as if an afterthought.
you nod. “so am i. and i’m on the pill. hurry up before i change my mind.”
woonhak snickers, brushing his tip against your swollen folds. you moan softly, pulling him closer by his uniform tie.
“please, need you to fuck me,” you whine, batting your lashes up at woonhak.
he slides in, one fluid motion, until the base of his cock meets your pelvis. you both gasp in surprise, adjusting to each other. he stretches you out wider than what you’re used to, and woonhak is muttering about how tight you are.
“oh, fuck.” woonhak’s voice breaks at the end as his hips snap up. you gasp, falling back onto your elbows.
woonhak pulls back and slams in, pulls away, then back in. he repeats this, building up his pace as you let yourself go in the pleasure.
“yeah, that’s it,” woonhak breathes, grabbing your hips. “take it.”
the table is creaking louder beneath you now, but you pay it no mind. not when woonhak is fucking you this good.
“oh, god.” your voice comes out breathless.
“woonhak, please,” you plead, pulling him down towards you. he braces himself on one arm, dipping his head so he can kiss you.
he slams his hips hard against yours, over and over again, masking your moans with his mouth. you can feel yourself getting close once more, and you know woonhak feels it, too. he’s breathing loudly in your ear, your name falling from his lips occasionally.
“gonna feel so good when i cum inside you,” woonhak grunts. “you’d let me, right? you’d let the guy who’s better than you cum inside?”
your body burns with shame as you gasp, clutching woonhak even closer. he takes his cue and fucks you even harder, his grip bruising at your hips.
your second orgasm washes over you and you feel yourself clamping down on woonhak. he moans in your ear, hips stuttering. he stills, spilling himself deep in you. he thrusts the rest of his orgasm out, whimpers falling from your mouth as the oversensitivity sinks in.
finally, woonhak stops, pulling back just enough. he sees the hair plastered to your face and neck, and he reaches down to brush it away.
“you look a little tired, ______.” woonhak’s words come out teasing as he hauls you upright, still deep inside you.
he rocks his hips gently, and you groan, your forehead falling onto his shoulder.
imagine 3sum with mulnyangz, pegging sungho and with each thrust hes rubbing dick to dick with Leehan. Sungho is definitely a whiner and he’s so soft meooow
18+ mdni !! wc. 655 warnings. sub!taesan, slapping, degradation (he gets called a bitch), mommy kink, color system used. ty @tsandoll for the idea :3
taesan was going to pass out he felt like. his brain is hazy, his cock is aching, and his skin was on fire from how many times you slapped him across his face. he fucks into you at the pace you set for him, trying his best not to cum inside of you because he know the rules; he cant cum until he makes you cum first, and if he messes up the pace more than three times he wont get to cum at all.
“look at me taesan” your voice barely reaches his ears, he hears you but he doesnt move, head still turned to the side and eyes shut. you grab at his face hard, forcing him to look at you. “keep up the pace, you're getting sloppy” you slap him again, and he lets out a mix between a hiss and a whimper. he tries his best to keep up his pace inside of you but he keeps missing his rhythm, earning slaps from you each time he misses a beat.
“s-sorry, ill do better mommy”
“you better, or you wont get to cum tonight”
he wasnt usually this pathetic. he would be able to satisfy you and take whatever you give him, but tonight was different. he was extra sensitive and everything you said to him went through one ear and straight out the other. taesans body goes limp, burying his face in your neck as he continues to fuck into you.
"a little slower sannie, mommys close" you breathe out, your voice stays flat as if you werent interested. taesan slows down just a little, trying to cheer himself on in his head to keep himself going. he doesnt know how much longer he's going to last, but he doesnt want to know what youll do if he cums before you. "sit up baby, wanna see your pretty face" you grab him by his hair to pull him from your neck.
"you're mommys little bitch, right?" you coo at him, your sweet condesending voice ringing through taesans ears.
"yes, mngh, i-im your bitch" he moans, struggling to keep his body upright. you grab his face again, squeezing hard. he looks at you with his flushed cheeks, mouth forced open from the force you were grabbing him with.
"thats right, you're gonna make me cum?"
"y-yes gonna- gonna make you feel good" he stutters, hips stuttering as well but you dont notice luckily for him.
"you look so pathetic right now sannie," he whines and whines, not able to keep his mouth shut from how good he felt being inside of you.
with a few more thrusts you're cumming, clenching around taesan so hard he has no control over his body anymore and cums right after you, filling you up before you could give him permission to cum.
"didnt mean to cum mommy, m'sorry please dont-" you cut taesan off with a kiss, thinking he was too cute with his stammering. he was a little too distressed for your liking though and you were getting a little worried.
"whats your color baby?" you were pretty rough with him tonight, you wouldnt be shocked if he was done for the rest of the night.
"y-yellow" taesans face was burning red, like he was embarrased for wanting to slow things down and stop. you help him pull out of you, he hisses at the loss of contact and you sit up all the way, changing the position so you were sitting on taesans lap instead. you embrace him in your arms, and he hugs you tightly. you can feel his racing heartbeat through his chest, and you hugh him tighter until his heartbeat and breathing regulates.
"did such a good job pretty boy. i wont punish you tonight my love. lets get you cleaned up" you kiss him again, then kiss all over his face until you both get up to go shower.
w: little fluff at the beginning but mainly smut, softdom!sungho, shy!reader, lots of teasing and edging, sungho is kinda condescending, over the clothes shit, little mentions of fingering, pet name ( baby, my love, babydoll ) | wc: 1.1k | might have typos oops | author's note: now that I'm writing again I just want to write sm more now
“ You didn’t need to do this for me, my love “
Yes you did, or at least you felt incredibly drawn to make a dessert of any kind, preferably something easy, for Sungho’s birthday this year after Sungho made a joke about how you always buy the same dessert for him from the same store every year.
“ Yes I do~ especially after your comment..” You said with a pout, looking down at the floor as you kicked the air sheepishly.
Sungho laughed out loud before grabbing you by your waist and sitting you down on his lap where he sat at the kitchen table, right in front of your tiramisu cake.
“ well it looks very good, thank you, baby “ Sungho said before planting a kiss on your neck softly
You flinched at the sudden feeling of his lips on your skin and you tried, attempted to get up from his very strong grip out of pure shyness of the whole situation and failed.
Sungho held you down on his lap with one arm wrapped around you like it was the easiest thing in the world, which you honestly found a little hot but you were more focused on getting his reaction and opinion on your tiramisu cake than the pool that was slowly but surely forming in your panties.
He pulled the plate closer to him then grabbed the fork, digging into the cake slowly. He leaned close to you, his face just mere centimeters from yours–
“ This cake looks so~ good, babydoll..look how wet it is “ He mumbled into your ear lowly, sending shivers down your spine
Your focus quickly shifted as you felt your boyfriend’s fingers slowly edge closer towards your inner thigh and inching closer to your clothed pussy but your eyes darted back to him as he suddenly let out a low moan, your face heating up at the sound.
“ W-Why did you make that sound-? “ You asked, stuttering over your words, shifting around on his lap uncomfortably from the wetness in your pants continuously growing by the second
Sungho chuckled, a grin plastered on his face as he looked at how flustered you seem to be and of course, he acted like he had no clue in the world why you were acting this way.
“ What do you mean? I mean- the cake is really good, my love- Honestly you should have a bite too “ He said happily with this undertone of having something up his sleeve..
“ No it’s okay it’s supposed to be for you-” Sungho cut off your sentence as he shoved a big piece of the cake into your mouth, making you widen your eyes in shock
He laughed and placed the fork down on the plate
“ aw baby~ , I’m sorry.. Was it too big for you ? “ He asked in a teasing manner before swiping a little bit of the whip cream on the corner of your lip
“ it’s all over your mouth, here let me help you “ He suggested before leaning in and kissing your lips roughly
His hands trailed down from your waist to your hips and held you impossibly close to his body with a strong and firm grip on your body, almost like his nails were digging into your skin as he kissed you deeply, his tongue swiped along the bottom of your lip, asking for an entrance which you gave him immediately. You lost the fight in dominance quickly to Sungho who kissed you like he had starved for days prior to this birthday dinner.
It was like Sungho knew when you would begin to melt for him and pulled away from you, acting yet again as if nothing had happened, leaving you disheveled and catching your breath as he took another bite of the cake.
He threw his head back and let out another low moan, you watched him, licking your lips, still craving for more where he left you.
“ Baby.. you need to bake more. This is genuinely.. Hm..what’s the word..” Sungho trailed off and slipped his fingers inside your pants, rubbing circles on your clothes clit above your underwear.
Upon feeling the massive amount of wetness gathered on your underwear, he couldn’t hide how it made him feel for a split second and let out a small giggle before letting out a long sigh to go back into his pseudo thoughts about the cake.
“ oh right- delectable.. This cake taste very delectable “ He spoke as he continued to eat while you tried to keep your composure on his lap.
He held you down more on his lap as you felt just how hard he was, his fingers moved faster then quickly moved your underwear to the side and rubbed your clit, teasing your hole and practically edging you. You slapped your mouth, to keep the moans inside but sungho grabbed your hand away while shaking his head
“ no baby, come on talk to me.. I’m telling you about your baking, don’t you have anything to say to me ? “ He asked, almost condescendingly
You bit your bottom lip and tried to regain your breath for a moment before speaking, trying to seem calm, cool, and collected as if your legs aren’t shaking from the amount of edging and teasing he’s doing to your pussy, as if he can’t feel the heat radiating off of your body onto him and almost as if he can’t feel how fucking wet you are.
“ I feel like…you’re trying to distract me..” You breathed out, grabbing onto his shoulder
He laughed and shook his head
“ How in the world could I be distracting you right now? “ He replied then sank his two of his fingers into you fully with ease, leaving you gasping for air.
“ I’m not even doing anything” Sungho added
Your mouth dropped open into an ‘ O ‘ shape while your eyebrows furrowed inward
“ S-Sungho.. Stop teasing me already.. “ You breathed out again, unable to speak properly at this point while he began to move and thrust his fingers in you
He laughed once more
“ what are you talking about, baby ? “ He asked teasingly, leaning in close and watching every ounce of your body, watching how you reacted to him
You threw your head back onto his shoulder and let out a soft but loud enough moan, grabbing his hand and stopping him
“ Just.. just fuck me already “ You practically begged
And you don’t need to tell Sungho twice.
His demeanor changed quickly, he took his fingers out of you, basically jumping up onto his two feet and swooping you into his arms bridal style towards his bedroom
“ I wanted to do birthday presents first before dessert, babydoll..”
WC. 3.2k | WARNINGS: Stalker!Leehan, Sub kinda bratty! f!reader, Use of Leehan’s real name ( Donghyun ), takes notes of you and watches you through security cameras, leehan and reader are roommates, unprotected sex ( don’t do ! ) kinda mean leehan!, degrades reader a little!, teases reader , pussy eating!, orgasm denial!, after care and a little fluff at the end!
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There were only two issues about Donghyun that bothered you, your growing feelings towards him and how secretive he is about his personal life, especially with the journal he carries around. He’s constantly writing little notes into his journal and slams it close when anyone comes anywhere remotely close to him while he’s writing and he gets very fidgety when someone touches his journal as well.
This particular morning, Donghyun was leaving in a rush to avoid getting another absence in his attendance. You, on the other hand, surprisingly had no plans that day. No classes, day off from work, no plans with friends due to them having work or classes, or both. An hour went by as you sat on the couch watching your favorite television show when your eye finally caught attention of Donghyun’s secret journal on the coffee table where you laid your feet. Your eyebrows raised in curiosity while you crossed your arms across your chest, forgetting about the show even existed for a minute as your mind wandered of the contents the journal could contain.
No. You couldn’t. Donghyun is not only your roommate but a good friend of yours , and your crush of course. You had to respect his wishes of not messing with his journal, but.. what if the journal happened to fall on the floor… leaving the journal open.. then it wouldn’t be your fault that it was opened and read, right ..? You sat there trying to convince yourself to push it off the coffee table and trying to justify your reason as if he was standing over you in the room. You could swear it was like he had his eyes on you, watching you. You felt a shiver down your spine and looked around for a moment before sighing. He’s not even here, he’s at school, why are you freaking out.
You bit your bottom lip anxiously as your heart raced, wanting more and more just to kick the journal off the coffee table just to see what’s inside. In swiftness, you looked away quickly and kicked it off the table. Hearing the plop on the floor, you instantly jumped to your feet and went around the coffee table to see the journal.
Only to find it still close on its back.
Fuck it.
As if your body had a mind of its own, You quickly went down and sat on your knees while you picked up the journal and flipped to a random page. Your stomach dropped as you read what was written but you couldn’t even stop yourself reading more and more.
May 30th, 2023
Today is Y/N’s birthday and of fucking course she went to school in the most beautiful outfit i’ve ever seen on any human ever. I couldn’t stand staying at home for even another minute thinking and imagining all the people that are going to stare at her, what they are gonna say, what they could possibly do, what they are even thinking when they see her walk by, the way men could just eye fuck her as they walk by . It’s gotten easier to follow her when she leaves out in public, distancing myself enough to not be weird and to still see them and anyone who could surround her from any angle. I told myself to wait in the cafe across from her classes but I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t pull myself away from her surroundings, I can’t and I hate being away from her all the time. I’m sitting in the back of her class pretending to be a student which was easy to do. What wasn’t easy to do was listening to this fucking guys talk about which one could “ bag her first and get her in bed first “ , I was shaking in anger and I had to hold myself back with everything in me to hurt them-
June 5th 2023
It’s midnight, around the time Y/N touches herself and she always tries to stay quiet for me. She’s so cute like that, even cuter when she can’t stay quiet and I can hear her whimpers and whines through the walls. Fuck. I can hear how wet she is. I bet she tastes so.. good. I don’t just need her, I crave her, all the time, everyday. I think about her making those noises for me, how beautiful she would look under me, squirming under my touch, how sensitive is, how tight her pussy is, how her lips would feel on my body, I need her like a drug-
June 15th, 2023
I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before, everyone always asks me why I’m angry at school on the day’s Y/N is at home and it’s because LIKE I SAID I CANNOT STAND BEHIND AWAY FROM HER LIKE THIS. She asked me last night why i was gone so late last night and it was the cutest thing ever, but it’s all for her, I had ran around town looking for security cameras for the apartment and-
If you weren’t already in shock from the pages you’ve been reading about yourself, your jaw had practically smacked the floor when you read the last line. You dropped the journal onto the floor subconsciously, quickly looking around the apartment for where the cameras could be when suddenly you heard the keys furiously opening the door followed by the door being slammed closed.
“ Y/N, we need to talk!” Donghyun’s voice echoed through the apartment as you scrambled to your feet, collecting yourself and sat on the couch again, pretending like nothing happened when he probably already saw you from said cameras.
“ U-Uhm, Yeah w-what’s up?” You responded back, looking at your phone, pretending to be texting while you continued to freak out, feeling your heartbeat race as his stomps grew closer to the living room.
You looked up from your phone to see Donghyun staring at you, his face flushed in a bright red, his tongue poking the inside of his mouth while he crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes, dark, digging into you. “ What were you doing ?”
“ I was watching netflix.. and making plans for late-“
“ cut the fucking bullshit, Y/N” He spat at you, your gaze immediately avoiding his, looking anywhere but him. Fidgeting with your hands not knowing what to do next, but somehow, this also excited you. You could gradually feel the heat rushing to your core, you rubbed your thighs together and bit your bottom lip. Donghyun scoffed, walking over to you, grabbing you by your hair as he forced you to look up at him. Before looking into his eyes you noticed the tent forming in his pants, making your face turn into a bright red when you looked into his eyes.
“ I just fucking caught you reading in my journal, and you’re turned on by this, aren’t you?” He spoke in a low tone, you looked away from him again for a second before he grabbed your face again.
“ answer me.” He groaned, you nodded your head immediately in embarrassment making him laugh.
His smile turned into an evil-like grin, “ you’re acting much cuter than I could have ever imagined..” He crouched down to your height, holding his weight with his hand on the couch behind you while he leaned in and took in a big sniff of your scent. You sat there as your body tensed up, he’s never been this close to your body before in such a way. The hair on your body standing as he smelled your body, he leaned in as he stuffed himself in the nook of your neck, taking in more of your scent. Slowly making his way down your body as he continued, his nose dragging down your breast and your stomach while moaning against your body. You closed your eyes gently, starting to breathe heavily with need. Watching Donghyun slowly lose himself on you, made you lose your absolute mind and made you crave him more than you ever have.
Donghyun lifted himself off of you with a big but soft moan that escaped his lips while tilting his head back. He looked back into your eyes as you sat with your hands in your lap, thighs rubbing against each other with your face in a bright color of pink and your chest rising and falling as you breathed heavily. “ Do you see what you do to me?” He said while grabbing your thighs firmly “ now you’re gonna see what bad girls get when they don’t listen to me”
Donghyun got up and grabbed you by your waist, picking you up and lifting you over his shoulder with ease. You whined and squirmed around, fighting against him as if you didn’t want this to happen but in reality, you’ve dreamed of nights like this. He striked your ass with a hard spank causing you to let out a loud, high pitched moan. You covered your mouth as he laid you down on the bed, embarrassed. Donghyun smiled as he hovered over your body, he kissed up along your body because even though this was a punishment, this was his first time doing something with you and still wanted you to feel his love through his touches, and you very much did feel that. Your heart fluttered as he kissed along your body, his hands slowly caressing your body as they made their way up, grabbing your wrist and holding them above your head. “don’t do that again.. I want to hear you..” He mumbled while he looked into your eyes, you stared into his eyes and melted, nodding your head in agreement.
He slowly inched down your body once again, and stopped at the waistband of your pajama shorts. He looked up at you with curious eyes “ Can I..?” He asked and you nodded yet again but that caused him to shake his head “ yes or no.” he asked firmly and you chuckled, nodding your head again “ yes, Donghyun..” you responded and he grinned. He grabbed at your shorts and tugged them off your legs and tossed them to the floor. Your hand went flying to cover yourself but Donghyun is always one step ahead. He grabbed your wrist in time and pinned them above your head “ don’t fucking move them again. I want to see you, all of you.” he spoke out before looking down and couldn’t fight off the smirk when he saw the wet patch that was forming on your underwear. “ all this.. for me?..” He asked as he ran his middle and ring finger down your pussy, causing you to tense up for a moment and let out a soft whimper “ y-yes..”
He bit his bottom lip as he watched his fingers glide on your underwear, spreading the slick more along your underwear and watching the wet patch grow. “ fuck..” he groaned lowly, You watched him with your mouth hung open as soft, little moans were spilling out your lips the more he teased your cunt. Donghyun finally brought his fingers to your clothed clit, rubbing in smooth, fast circles, he looked up at you watching as you let out a loud gasp. Watching while your hands gripped onto the bed sheets below you, your knuckles turning white the closer and closer he brought you to your orgasm, quickly feeling the knot form in your stomach. Taking notice of how wet you’ve become and how your body was reacting, he pulled your panties to the side as quickly laid down on his stomach bringing his face to your cunt as his tongue attacked your cunt like a wild animal.
Even with your fingers alone, you’ve never felt your orgasm on such a level like Donghyun did for you, your legs squeezed in his head as your hands flew to his hair, tangling your fingers into his locks. Until suddenly, you could feel the rush slowly leaving your body. You looked down quickly as you see Donghyun’s face covered in your slick, with a big fucking grin on his face. You threw your head back into the pillow and whined loudly “ why did you fucking do that” You pouted and he scoffed, hovering over your body as he leaned in close, kissing along your neck teasingly “ because, bad girls don’t get what they want so fucking easily. “
You looked up at him, sexually frustrated to have your orgasm stripped away from you. Eyebrows scrunched together while you pouted angrily which quickly faded away as you watched Donghyun grab the ends of his shirt and pull over his head onto the floor. Your hands subconsciously moved forward, running along his chest and abs before grabbing your wrist quickly “ what did I just fucking say, Y/N. You’re so dumb for me and my cock aren’t you? “ He spat before letting out a chuckle while he started to unbutton and slip off his pants revealing his big cock that was being restricted in his boxers that were stained in precum , your mouth watered as you imagined how full his cock would make you feel. You looked up at his eyes as his face was flushed yet again but he rolled his eyes trying to keep his act together.
He grabbed the end of your shirt and looked into your eyes for confirmation “ yes donghyun..” you reassured him, he leaned in and kissed your forehead before pulling the shirt off your body and onto the floor. You leaned in and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, looking up at him with puppy eyes, he laughed and looked away from you shyly, nodding his head “ yes, Y/N, jeez you make this hard you know?” He stated which made you giggle. You slowly pulled his boxers down, watching his hardened cock that was covered in precum, hit against his stomach, he groaned as the cold air hit his cock and as it hit his stomach. You looked up at him biting your lip before officially throwing his boxers off the bed.
In this moment it was as if you both had the same mind, you both leaned in, grabbing at each other, pulling each other in closer to your bodies, connecting them together as your lips clashed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers again in his hair as he grabbed your body pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around your body. His kiss was so messy, so needy with desire for more, his tongue exploring deeper into the kiss. The both of you moaning into each others mouth within the kiss, you felt your body heat up as you could feel his hard cock twitch against your wet cunt, begging for it to be inside already. He pulled away from the kiss, resting his head against your forehead as he grabbed your waist, positioning his cock at your entrance.
Due to what he had done before with your pussy, leaving it wet with arousal for him, made it easier for him to slip inside and bottom out. Your eyes widened as you felt all of him inside of you, looking up at him with your mouth hung open and he looked at you the exact same. The feeling of your warm pussy, suck him into your cunt, gripping around his cock so perfectly. “ fuck.. It’s like you were made for me.” He moaned out into your ear. He has very clear and obvious plans to punish you, but his desire for you and to make the both of you feel good were even stronger than those plans.
He grabbed at your thighs as he pulled out all the way until his tip was the only thing left inside of you before slamming himself back into you, thrusting into you at a rough, fast, rhythm and pace. Donghyun leaned into your neck, kissing, biting, licking leaving various marks along your neck while keep his exact same pace and rhythm, making you lose your mind. You felt as if you were in a different universe, your nails grabbing onto his shoulders and scratching down his back as pleasure was racing through your entire body, you would have to apologize later for the scratches but that’s a problem for later you. You finally felt that same feeling from earlier, your orgasm was approaching faster than before since he left you breathless the last time with no finish and you could tell he was quickly appearing his orgasm as well.
His thrust and rhythm were gradually becoming messy and uncoordinated unlike how they were a few minutes before. He threw his head back as he felt the walls of your pussy gripping him like crazy, throwing him closer to his orgasm. “ I-I need to pull out- f-fuck” He moaned out, furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated on only pleasuring you and holding off so he could cum on you until-
“n-no! p-please- cum i-in me p-please donghyun- c-cum with me!” You moaned out loudly into his ear while tightening your legs around his waist which is what set him off. He threw himself quickly to your lips, messily connecting your lips again as you both chased your orgasm. Yours happily reached before he did, you pulled away from the kiss, with a string of spit between your lips as you screamed out his name in pleasure and grabbed his hair roughly. Coating his cock in your cum as he quickly followed, he leaned into your neck and moaned loudly against your skin, filling your pussy with his cum. He continued to thrust but at a slow pace into you to come down from both of your highs and finally stopped when your body jumped from overstimulation. You put your hand on his chest and he laughed breathlessly, slowly pulling out of your pussy with a soft moan and watched as some of his cum dripped out of you.
He looked up at you as you laid on your back against the mattress, completely and utterly fucked out, trying to catch your breath as your hair was a mess. He smiled softly at you and he was also catching his breath, admiring your body for its beauty. He kissed along your body and trailed up to your lips, kissing them softly. “ Stay right there, don't move..” He mumbled against your lips before getting up off the bed, leaving the room and coming back in a few seconds later with a towel and wet wipes. He leaned in and cleaned your body from sweat and cum from the both of you. After cleaning himself as well, he laid down next to you’d cover the both of your naked bodies with the blanket and looked over at you. You smiled softly, chuckling softly as you leaned in and messed with his hair “ so what happened to you punishing me, hm Donghyun?”
ok i LOVE that ive found a nsfw blog for my favs! was wondering if i could request some softer nsfw for taesan? i feel like he’s always got this cool-boy upfront but when youre alone tg hes so down bad for u 😩
omg there's so many of us!! i love the little community we have here of bnd nsfw accs <3 welcome here! and totally, i loveeee down bad taesan so much! i hope this is what you asked for, but if not then please let me know!!
as a die hard romantic, taesan is just such a perfect guy for you. if you've heard how he talks about an ideal partner and the songs he loves, you'd know just how much of a gentleman he is. i don't imagine him to be very into pda in front of people apart from hand holding and waist grabbing (sometimes jealous kisses when men who aren't him look at you too long), but he's totally different behind the door. once it's just you two, he's clinging onto you so tightly, not letting you get even an inch away from you. he'd love laying his head on your chest and hearing your heartbeat while he draws on your bare back. his love for you gets expressed in so many ways, and it translates into bed as well. the way he holds you is so soft yet firm, grasping your figure as if you're a piece of artwork that he doesn't want to let go. every kiss would be soft, as if he was kissing clouds. he'd always be the gentleman and take the lead, but he also does things that have pleased you before without you telling him to. he's just a lover at heart, and sometimes his actions just speak louder than his words. and best believe, he will do anything to hear your lips ask him for more, so in that way he'd tease a lot leading to long foreplay before anything more happens <3
warnings - chastity cage, sub!myungjae, pretty hard dom!reader, slight humiliation, use of puppy and pup as nicknames, mummy kink, checking colour
a/n - too much fluff this month. had to get this out my system
15:33 - “jaehyun! we’re going out!” sungho exclaimed, standing at the doorway with riwoo, “jae?!”
jaehyun cleared his throat, trying to stop the whine from bubbling out his throat. he picked up the blanket from his bed, covering himself with it as he opened his bedroom door. not that they could see anything, anyway, but better safe than sorry.
“okay! y/n’s coming round soon,” he responded, voice tight as he tried to grind against the material in his hand.
“oh god, good job we’re leaving, eh?” riwoo teased, waving goodbye to his leader, “bye!”
jaehyun whimpered at his words, waving goodbye and disappearing back into his room. he threw the blanket back on the bed, looking down at his cock, locked in a cage. it was straining against the material, the cage fighting against the boner that was threatening to arise. it didn’t hurt, but jaehyun was so uncomfortable - he’d had it on for almost the whole week, leaving him on monday night with the promise of unlocking him on his next day off (saturday).
“myungjae?” your voice rang through the dorm, sickly sweet as he appeared out his room, tears already lining his eyes at the mere fact you were there.
“y/n,” he whined. he only had a t-shirt on, spending the morning trying fruitlessly to touch himself through the metal. you giggled when you saw him.
“oh my baby,” you cooed, pulling him into a hug, jaehyun’s head burying into the crook of your neck, “what’s wrong?”
he pulled away, glaring at you as you laughed.
“did you miss me that much?!”
“you know i did,” he breathed, voice small, “please, y/n.”
you rolled your eyes, “are you that desperate, myungjae? just a horny puppy, aren’t you? i bet you’ve been trying to touch yourself even through that cage, right?! it hasn’t even been a week, pup. god, what am i gonna do with you?”
“please touch me,” he cried, a tear falling down his cheek, “please… i’m so hard.”
you looked down, pulling up his t-shirt and seeing his red cock, head straining at the bars. you rolled your eyes.
“get on the bed, then,” you sighed, your boyfriend scrambling back to his room to climb on the bed on his knees. you walked in, shutting the door and approaching him. stood at the base of the bed, you dug your hand into your pocket, pulling out a small key, myungjae crying at the sight of it. “you want this?”
he nodded desperately, sniffling, “please. please, i’m so hard and– and i’ve been good! i haven’t touched myself.”
you scoffed, “only because you couldn’t. oh i like this, hmm? you don’t even get the chance to break my rules. how did you like it, puppy? knowing i owned your cock. knowing you can only touch yourself when i say so.”
he nodded, rocking back and forth on his knees as you started undressing slowly until you were only in your underwear. he could feel his cock pulsing now, taking a deep breath and trying to take his mind of the restrictive material, “i– i l–loved it. i loved it, i did.”
you smiled, “me too, pup. i love it so much, you’ve already made me so wet.” myungjae bit his lip, watching as you got on your knees in front of him, your hand threaded in his hair as he looked up at you through teary eyes. “can you eat me out?”
his eyes turned wide with worry. “b-but i– my—”
“i know. i’ll unlock your little cock afterwards,” you hummed, “don’t you want to make mummy feel good?”
he nodded desperately, “yes. yes, can i touch you, mummy, please?”
you smiled, “of course, baby. so good for me, so obedient.” his hands flew to your body, touching you all over as he kissed at your neck and chest, laying you down and licking over the material of your panties.
he could feel the material of the bedding brushing over the tip of his cock through the bars of the cage, tears lining his eyes every time it did, his body practically bursting.
“myungjae?” you called, as he nibbled at your thighs, pulling your panties to the side. his cock leaked at the sight of you laid out in front of him, “jaehyun? look at me.”
he took a deep breath, looking at you with wet eyes and a teary face, breathing uneven.
“what’s your colour, baby?” you smiled, placing a hand on his face.
“g-green,” he sobbed, “i–i just— hurts, now…”
“it hurts, my love?” you cooed, “i’m sorry, baby, i thought i could tease you some more, hmm?”
“no! it’s– it’s okay. w–want to make y–you feel good,” he sniffled, tears continuing to fall as he wiped his face.
“i’m okay, baby,” you smiled, sitting up and placing your hand on his face, “why don’t we get you out of the cage first, hmm? i know you’ll give me at least three rounds, anyway, yeah?”
he nodded desperately, laying down against his pillows as you got the key from the bedside table, undoing the small lock on the cage and taking it off, jaehyun’s red cock almost immediately springing up, tip leaking constantly.
“you’re so hard, baby boy,” you cooed, gathering some of the precum off the tip and spreading it around his cock, beginning to pump slowly. his body twitched as you touched him, not used to the stimulation.
he whined at the first brush of your finger, moaning loudly as you started pumping, “m-mummy, i’m not gonna– not gonna be able to hold it.”
“you cum whenever you need to, baby,” you cooed, working over his hard cock and red tip. his body was flailing around the bed, hand gripping onto your thigh desperately as he bucked his hips.
“i– i— cum,” he babbled, thoughts incoherent as the liquid spurt from his tip, covering your hand, his t-shirt and the exposed skin of his stomach.
he moaned loudly as you worked him through it, panting and looking up at you lovingly as you finally let go. you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his chewed up lips.
“was that okay?” you murmured, jaehyun nodding quickly, “you wanna fuck me, puppy?”
“yes! please,” he whined, grabbing at your body as you smirked, grinding his already hard cock against your clothed heat.
“so good for me,” you smiled, pulling your panties to the side and sinking down. your eyes rolled back in your head as jaehyun moaned loudly.
“i– y/n– i’m gonna—” he stuttered as you moved down, painting your insides with his cum as you bottomed out on his cock. you smiled, biting your lip and leaning down to kiss him, grabbing his face harshly. he was flushed red, both embarrassed and so turned on– you knew how he loved being humiliated.
“you just got your cock inside me and you’re already cumming?” you teased, scoffing, “god, you’re so desperate, pup. and you’re already hard again?! are you in heat?”
jaehyun tried to stutter out a reply, his face red as he arched his back, trying to stop himself fucking up into you.
“come on then,” you taunted, “if you’re that horny, use it. fuck me, myungjae. show me why i shouldn’t lock your cock up again.”
warnings - spit kink, fingering, dom!taesan, fem nicknames used (baby, princess), use of tae’s real name, kind of gross descriptions but i’m just super horny
a/n - oh nothing….😔just taesan with a spit kink………😮💨 just plaguing my brain these days…..😵💫
20:11 - “look at me, baby.”
you were snuggled into your boyfriend’s side, watching youtube videos together from the laptop balanced on your knees. taesan’s naturally larger frame and the way your body was slumped against the pillows and his body meant he had at least a head on you. your head leant on his shoulder while his rested on top of yours.
you took your head off his shoulder, looking up at his command. his hand had been working soft circles into your thigh all night, you should’ve known how he was feeling, but if didn’t click until you looked up, taesan’s large hand coming to grab your jaw, his finger tapping twice on your cheek. as if trained, your mouth opened for him. a wide, cocky smile overtook taesan’s lips before a large glob of spit dripped from his mouth into yours. you swallowed, taesan’s hand letting go of your jaw as you smiled.
“good girl,” he murmured, kissing your forehead and letting you go back to your original position.
but now you were frustrated. you put the laptop down and pulled away, looking at him with a pout.
he smiled lightly, “what, baby?”
“you can’t just do that, dongmin!” you exclaimed, whining like a baby in a way that only him and his teasing could reduce you to.
“i always do baby,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows in mock confusion.
“yeah, but– but— but it’s different!”
“how?” he chuckled.
“you know how,” you grumbled, falling back against his chest.
taesan pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing down the outside of your thigh. the skin was bare due to your pyjama shorts, goosebumps appearing in the wake of taesan’s light touch.
you sighed, leaning into him as suddenly his hand moved inside your thigh, spreading your legs apart with a domineering hand, his fingers ghosting your clothed cunt. your breathing became uneven as you looked up at him, a pouting look on your face.
“what?” he chuckled, now drawing circles on the fabric. you opened your mouth wordlessly, taesan smirking before spitting again into your mouth, sealing the act with a kiss this time.
you moaned as his lips clashed against yours, his hand now patting your bum to get you to lift your hips, pulling your pyjama shorts and panties down in a swift motion when you did.
“good girl,” he breathed, pulling away for just a second before smashing his lips to yours again.
one finger continued to trace lightly against the inside of your thigh as he pulled away, leaving your bottom lips touching, his tongue just crossing over into your mouth, but his face was far away enough that he could watch your expression as he spread the lips of your pussy with skilled fingers before moving one to press against your clit.
he started circling the bud, as you panted, your mouth still open, desperate for his lips and for his spit.
he moved his thumb to be working on your clit, his middle and ring finger beginning to spread your wetness all over your cunt before playing with your entrance.
your hand flew up to taesan’s face, cupping his cheek before moving to tangle in his hair as his fingers began to pump in and out of your hole, in and out.
“move your hips, baby,” he cooed, “fuck yourself on my fingers, come on.”
“please,” you whined, doing as he said.
his eyebrows raised, his full lips pouting as he shook his head, expression feigning confusion, “please what?” you whined, embarrassed. “say it, princess.”
“please spit in my mouth,” you whispered, taesan smiling, his fingers not letting up as he kissed the outside of your lips before spitting harshly in your mouth, kissing you sloppily afterwards.
his fingers started pumping faster, your moans being lost, drowned out in your boyfriend’s mouth, wet sounds from both activities filling the dark bedroom.
you whined, not even attempting to pull away from taesan’s delicious lips, even as your orgasm drew closer. you felt him smile against you, fingers inside you speeding up and digging further against your clit.
moaning, back arching into him, your orgasm washed over you as you finally pulled away from his mouth. both of your lips swollen and wet with spit, he watched with a proud smile as you moaned and whimpered, hips riding his fingers through your orgasm.
“i need to get my cock wet now,” he panted, a lust-filled smile on his face.
you smiled, catching your breath, “which one do you want?”
