"It's one of those days," you mumble into the pillow, dragging the blanket up your shoulders further. "Can't do anything..."
San hums sleepily and reaches for your head, patting softly, "I'll take care of you, angel. You just stay comfy and I'll get everything ready."
San knows you better than you know yourself. He knows to make cereal for you, because you won't want to drink something with breakfast; so you can have the milk. He knows to get your most comfortable pajamas laid out on the bathroom sink. He knows to put the toothpaste on the brush for you — because today is one of those days where even getting out of bed will take everything out of you. So he makes everything as easy for you as is humanly possible.
"Can you sit up for me, baby?" And when the answer is clearly no, he crawls over you and picks you up with his arms tucked under yours; dragging you out of bed as you sniffle.
He eats slowly, matches your sluggish pace until you're done and shuffling back to bed. "Heyyyyy," he redirects you to the bathroom, "just the basics, okay? You don't even have to shower."
"I'm so tired, Sannie-"
"I know, I know, we can go back to bed after this."
He helps you change; albeit from one set of pajamas to a different pair. He wets your toothbrush and cheers you on silently from your side as you brushy weakly. "Have it in you to washy your face?"
"I dunno..." He grabs the soap and puts some on your finger tips, already turning the sink on.
"Let's do it." And do it you do, however long and drawn out the process is.
You practically fall back into bed, sobbing into the pillow from pure exhaustion while San turns of the large light in favor of a little lamp, joining you in bed and covering you with the blankets to shield you from the world.
And his praise is genuine as he says, "you did so well. I'm so proud of you." He is proud of you, even for the littlest of things.
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; Headcanons on how I view Yeosang as a lesbian.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Fem!Yeosang x Fem!Reader.
☆ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 311. ☆ — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut. ☆ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Yeo hated y/n, yeo grows fond of y/n, hand holding, lying, yeo cheats on her bf with y/n, kissing, sex books, pussy eating, scratching, scissoring, y/n ruined yeo, and jealousy.
♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @liaaaafixofff @chanscappuccino @eunseoksgirl @threepointstogrifendor @mingkisdoll @groovyravenagain @matznana @smuttaburger @barbtiny @yeosangholic1 @maliabobea15 @pyuddings @mourninglizzy @joonginism send a ask to be added or removed!
A/N — Yall just really have to see my vision with this one 😭. This sucks so bad bc I’m sick atm with hay fever 💔😔. It was supposed to be some hot enemies to fuck buddies agenda, but I got lazy. So we’re working with what I had the energy for.
Fem!yeosang who hated you because her boyfriend kept calling you to come hang out.
Fem!yeosang who after a while of being around you, she found herself fond of you.
Fem!yeosang who asks her boyfriend to call you to come over instead, she didn’t understand why she craved to be around you pretty much all of the time.
Fem!yeosang who always makes up excuses to be next to you, she’ll even grab your hand while walking too.
Fem!yeosang who lies to her boyfriend about having deeper feelings for you than she does him, telling him she loves him and not you. And that conversation kept her up all night.
Fem!yeosang who spent weeks sitting and trying to figure out if she had a crush on you or not. Texting you to ask you to never show your face again when she realizes that she does like you.
— “I thought I told you to stay away.” “I did.” “For three days. I told you to stay gone for the rest of my life.”
Fem!yeosang who doesn’t hesitate or think, she just grabs your face and kisses you when she sees you again for a ‘girls day’.
Fem!yeosang who reads books on how to learn to eat pussy, so that way she can surprise you one day instead of you having to tell her what to do. And she is indeed very skilled with her tongue.
Fem!yeosang who scratches her initials on your back, marking her own little claim.
Fem!yeosang who gets whiny whenever you fold her in half to get yourself off.
Fem!yeosang who only gets off on the thought of you, especially if she’s with her boyfriend.
Fem!yeosang who gets jealous whenever she sees or hears about you and other women, even though you two were never an official couple.
because sometimes, actions don't speak louder than words
OT8 x F!Reader
♡ — synopsis: how do the boys talk to you while they're hittin that shit crazy style
♡ — warnings: crazy dirty talk. i plead the fifth.
♡ — notes: thank you so much for 4k followers! this is a small token of gratitude, and if you've been on my blog for long enough, dirty talk is my favorite thing on earth, so heres some things i think the ateez men would say to you lovelies in bed <3
⌞They have something to say to you ...⌝
Hongjoong
Condescending, teasing, dumbifying, talks to you like you’re stupid.
"Your job is to lie there and pretend that pretty little brain of yours isn't there."
"You think you have half a mind to give me orders? What's gotten into my sweet little girl?"
"I can feel your heartbeat through your cunt, baby, you're so alive it makes me wanna fuck you to death."
"Don't give up now, pretty, show me what else you can do with that mouth other than run it.
"You're cumming? So soon? Such a sensitive pussy, you'll be a slick wreck before I even get my dick in you."
"Pretty baby loves when Daddy fucks her to sleep, hm? I kinda miss when you use that voice to scream for me."
"Stupid cunt can't stop drooling all over the place. She can't help it, baby, huh? Can she? Fix your face and answer me, slut."
"You have such a soft body; we're gonna see how much it can withstand."
"I don't think you understand how much you've fucked up letting a man like me get his hands on you."
"You're such a good listener when you're all fucked out, pretty girl. Don't worry, drift off. I'll use you until I think you've had enough."
Seonghwa
Gentle, coaxing, intense, talks to you like if he’s too harsh, you might break.
"Six. You're going to cum for me six times. I'm gonna get you there, baby, let me take care of you."
"You're so close, honey, focus. god you're so beautiful, it drives me insane."
"I love how my fingers get you excited, how they reach places you could only dream of touching."
“Is my gorgeous girl gonna cum for me? Yes, you are; don’t be shy.”
“I don’t mean to be so deep, baby, but you’ll be okay. You can take me, you always do like the angel you are.”
“Deep breaths, yes, that’s it. Feel me everywhere. Focus on feeling good; that’s all that’s ever mattered.”
“Open that pretty mouth, honey; I wanna hear those noises you make when you’re overstimulated.”
"Don't float away from me, come on. Snap out of it. Only 2 more to go."
"Please, bunny its the only thing I want, it's the only thing I need. Let me see those eyes when you cum. Don't look away."
"I just can't help it, baby, can't you go for 7? Please? Good girls always go above and beyond."
San
Encouraging, drunk, prideful, much like he’s overtly proud of how well you handle him
"That's it, talk to me, let me know what spots I'm touching."
"Mmm, fuck babydoll, your tummy's so soft, you smell so fucking good... you're perfect."
"I know it's a lot, but you got it, look at you... deep strokes. Don't let your body run from me, stay right there."
"I'm gonna get as many orgasms out of you as I can, hold back, and I'll force them out of you."
"You're so pretty- mwah!- so cute when I hit you deep baby, you look so blissed out."
"You take my dick like a champ, sweet girl. mhm, and you make me feel so good."
"Shh, suck on my fingers, like that. You have to be quieter, or the neighbors will complain about you again. I don't know what their deal is because you sound gorgeous."
"Take what you deserve, it's all for you. It's all for you... I'm so proud of you, baby."
"I love when you moan with your pussy in my mouth. Tell me more, sweetheart, let me hear what I'm doing to you."
"Right there? Hm? Yeah, I know. I know but 'm gonna fuck my shape into this pussy. I'm sorry, I know, keep cumming that's it. I'm not done yet."
Yeosang
Quiet, demanding, straightforward, much like he knows what he wants and always gets it
"Let me fuck you on your stomach, I know you'll cum the whole time if I do."
"C'mon get a grip, you're drooling all over my pillow, we just started, sweetheart."
"Keep your eyes on me. What did I say? Don't you wanna cum? I won't make you cum if you don't look at me."
"If you keep pushing back on my stomach, I'll bend you over and make you be still. Don't test me, love."
"You're not in charge here, sweetheart, lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you."
"I could do whatever I want to you, and you'd still thank me for it, wouldn't you, angel? My grateful girl, feel me give you what you need."
"You know how to do it, don't act like you don't. Smart girls like you shouldn't need reminders. Play with yourself, I'll wait."
"Why am I not moaning? Because I'm busy talking to you, angel. Don't be rude. Take this dick and talk to your boyfriend. You can multitask."
"I know I'm fucking you slow, but it's the only way you'll feel each and every part of me in that cunt. Dragging out your orgasms makes this so fun, pretty."
"If you pass out, I'll just fuck you back awake, I promise, baby. You won't miss me too much."
Yunho
degrading, objectively, mockingly, much like he knows better than you.
"You don't get to decide anything. I do what I want, and you'll like it anyway."
"Aw, fuck baby... those marks are gonna turn such pretty colors against your skin. Yeah, you'll wear them proudly for me?"
"Stupid slut, willing to humiliate yourself for me? Fuck you're addicting."
"Every time I slap you, you clench around my dick. That's kinda fucked up, baby. If I choke you, will you cum so hard you piss yourself?"
"Oh, but you like it this deep, baby. I know you, you like having your cunt stuffed full and your head emptied."
"Oh, you're so sad, beautiful. I love when you're sad, cause I can fuck it out of you, fuck you till you're so empty and all you can think of is me."
"Needy things like you need to be roughed up every once in a while, helps readjust that bratty attitude you like to get your way with."
"c'mon princess, tell me you love me. Tell me you love me, and I might kiss you. Would the bruises feel better if I kissed you?"
"Mm, I fucking love splitting this cunt open. So wet and so pretty, so beat up. What would you do without me?"
"You're learning so fast, baby, I bet you love that you can't cum without my permission. You are bound to me through your body."
Wooyoung
teasing, playful, bully-like, much like he finds your pleasure amusing
"C'mon say it into my mouth. 'Wooyoung...' like that. Let me taste my name on your tongue while I play with you."
"Good girl, good girl, yeah, you feel full? That's so cute, you have no idea all the things I can make you feel. i wanna drive you fucking crazy."
"You like when I whine for you. Pretty boy, pretty voice, yeah? You love being fucked by someone just as pretty as you."
"You're trembling, isn't that precious. Don't be so greedy, baby, I have all day to string you out."
"I know you're trying so hard for me to not cum, but I hate playing fair. I want you to fail. If I pinch your clit, will you fall apart?"
"Don't worry, I'll cover your mouth so you don't embarrass yourself. Yeah, there you go, now just focus on me hitting that spot."
"Let me see those pretty teeth you like to bite me with. Smile when I'm dicking you down, dollface, let me know that pussy feels good."
"You sure you don't like it when I make fun of you? My dick is so wet I keep slipping out. Mhm, I think someone likes being bullied."
"I love taking you against the wall. I can invade all your personal space, make you feel so trapped."
"I love it when you cum, and it makes me even fucking harder when I know you can't run from it."
Jongho
indifferent, lofty, careless, like he’s oblivious to the way he makes you feel
"I'm barely fucking you, and you seem so out of it. Don't tell me I've broken you."
"You don't know what's good for you, doll, c'mon let me do what I want. It might even feel good."
"You might be sore in the morning, but you're willing to make that sacrifice for me, aren't you, honey?"
"Hush, don't tell me you can't. No one wants to hear that, you can and you will."
"Why're you moaning so loud, hm? What if I grind into you? Will you quiet down?"
"C'mon, let's count, maybe it'll help you focus. Ground yourself, we've got a long way to go."
"You get so loud when I slap your clit, who knew you'd be so impolite. You hardly even fight, so pliant."
"You're mine. Your body does what I tell it to. Isn't that pathetic? So easily conditioned to me."
"Don't fight it, honey, cum. Let go so I can get back to teasing you until you cry. I love when you cry, it makes me so fucking hard."
Mingi
vulgar, unashamed, attentive, much like there’s no place he would rather be
"Oh, baby... feel every inch of me, arch that back, get me deeper. just like that."
"You're so small, I wanna crush you. You're so fucking cute, you make me lightheaded."
"I'm in your stomach? Oh, I'm sorry, baby. What if I pout? Will you forgive me? I'm so sorry. What if I pound that pussy harder, hm? How bout now, still mad at me, gorgeous?
"You're so warm around my dick... you're everything. Oh my fuck."
"Slow down? hm? Make me. Stop me, baby, you know what to do. I'm too heavy? not my problem."
"I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna take my time with you. imma give it to you the way you like."
"Don't tap, no running. You feel too good, baby. You hear how wet you sound?"
"Feel my hands, I got you. I'm holding you, baby; you aren't going anywhere. Ride it out for me."
"Moan my name properly, c'mon. You choke every time I fuck back into you; you're making me sad here, beautiful."
"I am being nice to you, mami. There's nobody nicer than me who can make this pussy cream all over your sheets."
summary: in which watching your boyfriend throw ass at seonghwa has never left you more turned on in your life
warning: sub bottom mingi, top reader, oral, pegging, anal fingering, anal
genre: smut
pairing: idol mingi x afab reader
word count: 2.1k
masterlist
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You watched. Its all you could do. You could vaguely hear Wooyoung squealing somewhere around you backstage. Mingi had told you days ago that him and Seonghwa would do troublemaker for the fanmeet. He had been vague about it. Had joked to atinys that they would yell at him to stop. But nothing…. Nothing prepared you for the actual performance.
Your boyfriend was throwing ass at Seonghwa who was trying very hard to not laugh as Mingi did the woman’s part of the performance a little too well. And you were frozen to the spot. Just…. watching. The laughter of Yunho, San and Jongho joined Wooyoung but you ignored them. Because…. It wasn’t funny. You were unknowingly clenching your thighs together as Mingi dropped down low. “What the fuck….”
“You’re telling me.” Wooyoung nudged you with his shoulder. “Your man is in heat or something.” Another round of laughter came from him and Yunho as all you could think about now as your boyfriend pulled Seonghwa closer, smirking, biting his bottom lip…. was that little box at the bottom of your closet you bought months ago. Sitting untouched. Unused. Mingi had no idea about the contents of that box. No idea you bought it because after watching him during dance practice one day…. watching the way his hips move…. the way his ass moves…. made you want nothing more than to fuck him like he fucks you.
And you knew he’d come home with you after the fanmeet was over. He always did when they had no major schedules consistently. You blinked as the fans cheered loud as Seonghwa and Mingi finished their performance and came giggling and laughing together backstage. You watched Mingi accept a towel from Yunho, wiping at the sweat that had gathered on his face and suddenly avoided his gaze when he looked towards you. Because he’d know. He would take one good look at you and know you were turned on.
“Baby…”
Fuck! He made his way towards you, hands sliding around your waist before moving to grip at your hip much like the way he had done in the choreo with Seonghwa. You could feel him lean his head down, nuzzling at your neck, planting a soft kiss there. “Another hour and we’ll be done.” Another kiss. “Mhmm… I’m going back to your place. Pretty sure I can’t look Hwa in the eye again for a while.” He was joking, still kissing at your neck when you said. It hadn’t registered you said anything at first. “I want to try something tonight.” Mingi smirked, hand coming around gently grab your chin and tilt your back to make you look up at him. “Yeah?”
You stated up at him, watching the way a lone drop of swear traces down the side of his face. “Yeah.” You returned his smirk. He had no idea what he was in for. “Remember…” you searched his eyes, gaze falling to his lips. “That time you joked about…” you bit your bottom lip and waited until Hongjoong passed by. “wanted to be pegged?”
Mingi’s smirk vanished. He blinked once. Twice. Your words resurfacing a memory he had forgotten about. Then, much to your surprise, he grinned, lowering his face right to yours, nose touching. “You want to fuck me, baby?” Now your smirk vanished. “What?” He teased. “You watched me out there…. all that turn you on?” You didn’t answer. Instead, you tugged his bottom between your teeth, reaching back to palm at his bulge in his pants. You let his lip go and breathed against his mouth. “You gonna scream for me tonight, Mingi?”
Seonghwa, who had just walked by the two of you, froze. “I’ve heard too much.” He avoided looking at either of you as continued towards Hongjoong who handed him a bottle of water.
Mingi didn’t even acknowledge him. His eyes had darkened and that damn smirk returned. “If you think you can make me.”
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The door to your apartment clicked shut behind you both, the sound of your footsteps leading the way down the hall. Mingi followed close, his tall frame moving with that easy grace, eyes fixed on you as you stepped into your bedroom and went straight to your closet, pulling out the box you had tucked away, and set it on the bed. When you lifted the lid, the strap on lay there in clear view, the thick purple dildo attached and ready.
Mingi stepped forward without hesitation, long fingers closing around the harness, lifting it to examine the silicone shaft. He turned it in his hands, gaze running over every inch before he started buckling the straps together. Once it was assembled he looked at you, voice low and steady. “Just so you know… I wasn’t joking about wanting this.” You moved toward each other at the same time. Your hands found the hem of his shirt while his reached for yours. Clothes came off in quick succession, his still sweat damp shirt peeled away to reveal the lean, cut lines of his torso, your own shirt and bra following until skin met skin.
Mingi’s pants dropped next, then his briefs, leaving him bare as he sank to his knees in front of you, palms sliding up your thighs as he looked up at you. “Need to taste you first.” He leaned tugged at your shorts, dragging them and the black lace panties you had in off before leaning in, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe through your folds before pushing inside you. The heat of his mouth sealed over your clit, sucking firmly while his tongue thrust deeper, curling and stroking. Your fingers threaded into his short hair, gripping tight as you rolled your hips against his face making Mingi moan into you, the vibration traveling straight through your core.
He kept the rhythm steady, tongue fucking you open while his lips worked your clit, sucking harder each time you ground down and your thighs started to shake. Pleasure built fast and sharp until it crested and you came with a broken sound, hips jerking, holding his head in place as your pussy pulsed around his tongue. He stayed there, licking you through every aftershock until you finally loosened your grip and let him pull back.
Mingi reached for the strap on as he stood just long enough to fasten the harness around your hips himself, adjusting the buckles until the dildo sat snug and ready. His hands lingered on your waist, thumbs stroking your skin before he dropped to his knees again and looked back up at you, eyes locked on yours, then leaned forward and took the head of the silicone dick into his mouth. His plump lips stretched around it, tongue swirling as he worked more of the length inside, sucking wetly until spit glistened along the shaft as he bobbed his head, taking it deeper each time.
You watched your 6ft boyfriend on his knees, throat working around the toy, and felt heat flood between your legs all over again. “You really did want this, didn’t you?” Mingi moaned around the dildo, the sound vibrating through the silicone as his hands slid up to cup your breasts, palms rubbing over your nipples, squeezing gently. The dual sensation, his mouth working the strap and his fingers teasing you, pulled a moan from you as he kept sucking, cheeks hollowing, taking the toy until his nose nearly brushed the harness.
You let him stay there a moment longer before tugging him up by the hair and kissing him. It was messy and urgent. Tongues sliding together as you both stumbled backward until the backs of your knees hit the bed. You broke away just long enough to reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out the bottle of lube you kept there. Mingi watched you a moment before he turned without a word, crawling onto the mattress and presenting himsel as he lowered his chest, arching his back so his ass lifted, long legs spread. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes half lidded and waiting as you coated the dildo generously, then used the same slick hand to part his cheeks.
One finger circled his rim before pressing inside making Mingi’s breath hitch and a low moan slip out as you sank your finger to the knuckle. You worked it in and out slowly, feeling him clench and relax around you. When you added a second finger he pushed back, taking both easily as you scissored them open, stretching him, prepping him thoroughly until his hole glistened and he was rocking into your hand. “Good boy.” You praised as you pulled your fingers free and lined the strap up. The blunt tip pressed against his entrance and you pushed forward steadily and slowly.
Inch by inch the dildo sank into him as Mingi’s fingers twisted in the sheets, a long, shaky groan leaving his throat as you bottomed out. You stayed still, letting him adjust, hands smoothing over the curve of his ass until he nodded, hips shifting back in silent invitation. You started with slow, deep thrusts. Each push dragged the toy almost all the way out before sliding back in and Mingi met every movement, rolling his hips in that fluid dancer’s motion, taking you deeper. The sight of his ass swallowing the strap making your own arousal spike. “Look at you,” you murmured, voice low and filthy. “Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a good boy for me.”
Mingi’s moan was louder this time as he pushed back harder, meeting your thrusts with increasing urgency. “I thought you wanted to make me scream,” he managed, voice strained and you gripped his hips tighter at that, picking up the pace. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as you fucked him in earnest. Mingi’s body moved with you, hips rolling back to take every thrust, long legs braced wide. “That’s it, princess. Fuck yourself on it.“ And oh did he. Mingi pushed himself up, hands flat against the mattress and bounced his ass back, taking the dildo all the way, crying out a little before you pulled out suddenly, slapping his ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Turn over.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice. Mingi rolled onto his back, legs falling open as you grabbed his thighs and spread them wide, pushing them toward his chest so he was completely exposed. The strap slid back inside him in one smooth motion at the same time your hand wrapped around his leaking dick, stroking from base to tip in time with your thrusts making Mingi’s head fall back against the pillows, a broken “Oh… fuck…” tearing from his throat as you set a relentless rhythm, pounding into his ass while your fist worked his dick. Precum slicked your fingers, making each stroke glide as Mingi’s moans turned into whimpers. His hips jerked between the two sensations, caught between fucking himself back onto the strap and thrusting up into your hand. His dick throbbed, aching and swollen, the tip shiny with cum.
You could feel his ass clenching rhythmically around the toy. “Such a pretty mess,” you were almost consumed by the sight of him. “Look at you leaking all over my hand while I fuck your ass. You love this, don’t you? Love being filled and stroked at the same time.” Mingi tried to answer but the words dissolved into helpless sounds as his body trembled, muscles flexing under sweat damp skin. His thighs shook in your grip as you kept the pace steady, driving the strap deep with every thrust while your hand twisted over the tip of his dick on each upstroke.
His breathing turned ragged and you could see the moment he tipped over, his ass clamped down hard, his dick jerked in your fist, and he came with a raw scream of your name as thick ropes of his release shot across his stomach and chest, his whole body locking up as his orgasm crashed through him and you fucked him through it, slowing only when his spasms started to ease. Your hand released his spent dick, letting it twitch against his abs as you leaned over him, pressing soft kisses along his jaw while you carefully pulled the strap free.
Mingi’s eyes stayed closed, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Sweat cool on his skin as you brushed damp strands of hair from his forehead. “You took that like a champ, princess,” you murmured against his ear and Mingi groaned, a tired but satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
He cracked one eye open, voice hoarse but laced with promise. “Wait until I can move… then your ass is mine next.”
♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @liaaaafixofff @chanscappuccino @eunseoksgirl @threepointstogrifendor @mingkisdoll @groovyravenagain @matznana @smuttaburger @barbtiny @yeosangholic1 @maliabobea15 @pyuddings @mourninglizzy send a ask to be added or removed!
Wife!san who likes when you lay on her chest so she can play with your hair.
Wife!san who cups your face in her hands and presses kisses all over your face whenever you’re crying, telling you ‘no more sadness for my baby, mama will make it better.’ And she always did, she always made you feel better.
Wife!san who likes to match her nail polish to your new set of nails, a subtle way of telling others you were hers.
Wife!san who shows off her wedding ring every single chance she gets, loudly saying ‘my wife and I are forevers.’ Emphasizing on the my wife part.
Wife!san who buys matching work out clothes, asking her mom to put ‘Mrs. Choi’ on both yours and her sets.
Wife!san who always pays for everything, even when you try to pay yourself. She’ll nudge you out of the way so she can use her card.
— “I got us matching hair ties!” “You did?” “My mom made them for us!”
Wife!san who digs her nails into your thighs, leaving crescent marks as she eats you out.
Wife!san who doesn’t like to use her fingers on you, but she will shove her entire tongue in your cunt over and over until you’re gripping her hair.
Wife!san who likes to watch you cockwarm her strap, giving shallow strokes while she’s finishing up work just to hear you whimper her name.
Wife!san who leaves lipstick marks all over your neck, paired with small hickeys that can be noticed if someone is looking hard enough.
Wife!san who makes you grind on her thigh whenever you’re out with yours or her friends, she likes making a fool out of you.
Wife!san who coos at you whenever she walks in on you grinding against a stuffy she got you as a gift.
pairing: college bf!yunho x afab!reader
genre: smut (MDNI!!)
wc: 3,916
warnings: smut (obv.), oral (f. receiving), praise kink, pet names, thoughts of self doubt & failure, overachiever reader, bad attempts at comedy
summary: you have an astronomy exam which Yunho helps you study for, when you got your exam grade back he has a surprise waiting for you back home
a/n: no, I am not going to address why I have been inactive for two years :3. also for your own sake please don't take astronomy it was so hardddd
You stared at your computer screen, scrolling through the dozens of pages of notes. The light burned into your tired mind, the words failing to stick. All of your course material was spread around you haphazardly on the bed, laptop on your thighs. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and rested against the headboard. After finally deciding to stop procrastinating and begin studying the night before your astronomy exam, you’ve since realized it was a bad idea. All of your detailed notes taken during the lecture no longer made any sense to you now.
“Baby?” Yunho peeked his head into your shared bedroom, “Why are you still up? It’s past midnight.”
“I can ask you the same thing,” you said groggily, “Don’t you have an 8 a.m. tomorrow?”
He smiled and made his way to the bed, “Yeah, but I don’t have an exam worth 15% of my grade tomorrow,” he said cheekily.
You groan, “God, I am going to fail this class,” you closed your laptop and roughly pushed it away from you.
Yunho grabbed it and placed it in your backpack.
“You are not gonna fail baby,” Yunho comforted.
He climbed onto the bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You leaned against his body, nuzzling your face into his chest. His faint remnants of the cologne he put on this morning lingers in his clothes. His smell washed your mind away from galaxy clusters, radial velocity, and dozens more worldly objects.
“What’s your grade in the class right now?”
“Close to a 70…” You answered quietly.
“Well Cs do get degrees!” Yunho says with a laugh.
You glared at him, but couldn’t help but smile just a bit at his joke, “Yeah - but you know me! When I got that 60 on the last exam I was freaking the fuck out. I thought everything was over for me. If I get anything below an 80, I’m a mess.”
When you got the last exam grade, Yunho was there to console you. You were a ball of tears and anxiety; the idea of failing and potentially falling behind in your classes riddled your mind. You told him that there was no coming back from such a failure and that you were going to drop out of college. After some kisses and countless words of affirmation, the intrusive thoughts of giving up had left your mind. But the idea of failure and being an idiot remained.
“How about…” He paused, “How about I help you study? Would that help?”
You looked up at Yunho, his golden brown eyes shined faintly in the dimly lit bedroom. You could tell that he wanted to help - anything he could do to lift some of the stress that was weighing you down.
“Okay…” You brought your laptop back out, pulling up your notes, “I’m not sure if this will work, though.”
“It’s worth a shot!” Yunho took your laptop and scrolled through all 42 pages you had.
After a few seconds of familiarizing himself with the material, he began to quiz you.
“What’s the ‘HR diagram’?”
You shot up, easily answering with confidence, “The ‘Hertzsprung-Russell’ diagram plots a star's luminosity against its surface temperature. Most stars are located on the main sequence, a diagonal band where higher temperature and luminosity stars are on the left. Lower temperature and luminosity stars are on the right!”
Yunho laughed heartily, “Okay astronomer Y/N!”
You posed like a cliche anime character adjusting their glasses, “I didn’t get bullied in middle school for being a nerd for nothing.”
Yunho continued to quiz you on numerous topics. But as you continued, you found yourself slipping; the spunk you had at the beginning was dimming.
“Describe the proton-proton chain.”
“Um…” You looked up at the ceiling as if the answer was written there. Or like you were looking into your brain to find the answer. Yunho knew this habit of yours signified you were thinking hard about something, trying to remember.
“The ‘proton-proton chain’ is when four hydrogen atoms produce helium and then it turns into carbon once it is really hot - this is common in really massive stars.”
Yunho was silent, looking at the computer screen contemplative, “Baby…You just described the CNO cycle…”
With a defeated sigh, you threw your head back against the pillows.
“It’s okay, baby. You just got them mixed up,” Yunho said while closing your laptop. He placed his hand on your head and gently caressed you, “If you just remember that the CNO cycle is for big, hot stars and the proton-proton chain is for small, cooler stars you got this exam in the bag!”
“It’s not that, Yunho…” You closed your weary eyes. He had been helping you study for over an hour now, but the information just wasn’t staying in your head. Ugly thoughts were clouding your mind again. The exam was in less than twelve hours, and you felt like you didn’t understand anything.
“I really appreciate you helping me out, baby… but I just can’t…” tears started to prick your eyes, “When I am in class all of my classmates seem to know what is going on and ask questions, but me…I’m still stuck on trying to wrap my head around the first lecture of the semester. It just doesn’t make sense. Maybe I’m just not cut out for college, maybe I’m stupid or something-”
The tender hand that was once caressing your head trailed down to your chin, making you turn to face Yunho.
“Don’t ever say that about yourself,” his voice was stern, but it never raised an octave, “I don’t want you to ever doubt yourself like that. You are one of the smartest people I know. Who earned herself scholarships based on her academics?”
He squished your face gently, making your cheeks puff out.
“Answer me, Y/N.”
“M-me,” you forced yourself to answer.
“You are smart - tell yourself that.”
You could feel hot tears trickling down your face, “I am smart,” you sputtered out.
Yunho smiled softly, “Good girl…” he removed his hand from your face and kissed the tear rolling down your cheek. Softly, he wiped your tears away with the edge of his sleeve.
You smiled, sniffling, “Thank you, Yuyu…”
“No problem, baby. Let’s get ready for bed so you can get some sleep, m’kay?”
You nodded. Once in bed, Yunho wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head on his chest.
“You know…I’m thinking about skipping my 8 a.m.”
You hit his chest playfully, “You already skipped that class this week!”
“Ow! Yeah, well it sucks and I don’t want to go,” he stuck his tongue out childishly.
You laughed and began to get comfortable, snuggling into his warmth. You tried recalling some of the questions Yunho quizzed you on, thinking back and trying to remember everything you could for the exam. As your mind was filled with stars, orbital galaxies, and pulsars, you could feel your conscious slip into the blackhole of sleep rotating endlessly.
It was five minutes before the exam. The lecture hall was full of thirty or so students, some of whom you haven’t even seen attend class since the beginning of the semester. All sorts of chatter and questions floated around the room as classmates discussed the upcoming exam.
You walked up the aisle to your usual seat and threw your backpack to the ground. Your stomach felt like an abyss of nerves as you sat down. Your friend swiveled in the seat beside you.
“Are you ready?” They asked, tilting their head in amusement at your nervousness.
You thought about all the notes you had written. The homework and the study guides. Yunho and his heartwarming effort to help you study. Some concepts were there, but not all.
“Not really,” you replied with a light laugh.
“It’s okay! It can’t be as bad as last time…right?”
Last exam, both of you got grades that you weren’t happy with. You recall how during the exam, you could hear a faint “What the fuck?” in the pin drop silent lecture hall. About five minutes in, one person left the classroom and you barely saw them around campus since.
“I’m hoping for above an 80,” you said. An 80 was always your goal, but after the last exam, you thought maybe you should lower your expectations. “Maybe a 75?”
“Nah, we got this!” They raised their fist into the air like a super hero, “We are academic weapons. The exam kicked our ass last time, but we are going to kick its ass today!”
The two of you chuckled, but it was cut short when the professor entered the lecture hall. His hands were full of paper copies of the test as well as scantron sheets. He passed the exam to every student faced down, standing at the front of the classroom once he was done.
“You have an hour and thirty minutes to complete your exam. I should have them graded later tonight. You may begin.”
The lecture hall was full of rustling paper as everyone turned over their tests. You looked at the first question and answered it right away. As you continued the exam you could feel the pit of nerves in your stomach shrivel. There were some questions you didn’t know the answer to, but it wasn’t as bad as you expected. When a tough question appeared on the page, you resorted to your old reliable habit of looking at the ceiling. You thought hard, picking at your mind for the answer. Yunho appeared. You remember him quizzing you on this.
Did it work? You thought to yourself. Did Yunho quizzing me last night really work to help study?
You continued with the exam. You saw your friend turn in their exam, giving you a thumbs up and mouthing “Good luck,” as they left the lecture hall.
Once you were done, you double-checked all of your work - then triple-checked them. You didn’t miss any or want to change your mind on any answers. You were one of the few students who was still taking the exam. Everything seemed correct. You got up with your backpack and exam papers and handed them to your professor. You couldn’t help but smile as now the exam was finally over.
You left the building, breathing in the fresh air. You felt alive again. The exam was over and you didn’t have to worry about it ever again. That is until another exam comes, of course. You checked your phone and saw two missed messages from Yunho: One before your exam started, wishing you good luck. And one a few seconds ago, asking how you did on the exam.
You texted back.
Y/N: I think I did really good! I think I got above an 80 but I really don’t want to jinx myself…
Y/N: The professor said that he should have the exams graded by tonight so hopefully I can know by then!!
You decided to go to the library to kill some time before your next class. Maybe even do some work. Checking your phone again you saw another text from Yunho.
Yuyu: No need to jinx yourself baby, I know you did amazing! You ate that test up, paper and all
You tried to stifle a giggle in the quiet space, you could tell that some people were looking at you a bit weird.
The hours ticked by as you kept checking your email to see if your professor had sent anything about the grades being posted, but nothing came up. Your last class of the day ended, allowing you to head to the bus station and go back to your apartment. You kept reloading your email, until finally, a new notification appeared. The message was from your astronomy professor with the subject line, “Exam Grades Posted.” You frantically navigated to your school’s dashboard to grades, scrolling down and clicking on your exam grade.
A surprised gasp escaped your lips as you looked at your grade. The shakiness of your hands made it hard to hold your phone.
87.
This was the highest you have ever scored on an exam for this class. You could feel joyful tears running down your face, you quickly wiping them away to try not make it noticeable to the person sitting beside you on the bus that you were crying.
You promptly sent a text to Yunho, sharing the good news.
Y/N: BABY!!
Yuyu: YES!!
Y/N: I MADE AN 87 HOLY SHIT I AM CRYING ON THE BUS RIGHT NOW OMG
Yuyu: OMG BABY THAT IS SO GOOD CONGRATULATIONS I KNEW YOU WOULD DO AMAZING!!
Yuyu: Wait, did you say you were crying on the bus?
Y/N: Yes 🥹
Yuyu: Aww my sweet baby…
Yuyu: Well I have a surprise for you, so hurry home okay 😙
A surprise? It was too soon for him to get you something for celebrating this grade, so you wondered what this could possibly be for.
Y/N: Aww baby, what is the surprise?
Yuyu: You will see 😙 Go to the bedroom when you get home, okay baby?
The bus screeched to a stop, you looked up from your phone and saw that it was your turn to get off. You thanked the driver and stepped off, speed walking to get home as soon as you could. What could the surprise be? You ran up to your floor and hastily unlocked the door.
“Yunho!” You called out. No answer.
You dropped your bag to the ground and slipped off your shoes, practically sprinting to the bedroom. You opened the bedroom door, the smell of Yunho’s cologne wafting around you. The room was dark, with only a couple of LED candles flickering around softly lighting up the space. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his chest and torso bare, only his pants remaining. The LED candles casted shadows on his toned body. He smiled and got up from the bed to wrap his arms around you, engulfing you in a comforting hug.
“Surprise baby,” he said deeply.
You could feel your face heat up as you rested your head against Yunho’s chest. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist. You looked up at him and you saw him looking down at you with his big puppy eyes.
“What is this for, Yunho?”
He smiled, brushing your hair out of your face and gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up.
“It’s for you, baby. You did so well on your exam, I want to give you your reward.”
He lowered his head to your lips and gently kissed you. Each kiss you shared grew deeper in passion. His hands tangled themselves in your hair, pushing you head closer to his. Your hands on his waist dug lightly into his soft skin.
“Yunho…” You whispered between kisses.
He backed your bodies against the wall, his hands rested on your head so you didn’t bump it against the wall. He lifted his knee and pushed it between your legs, a gasp escaped your parted lips.
Yunho groaned at your reaction, he rubbed his hands on the curves of your body, lifting you by the waist. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling yourself closer to him, deepening the kiss. He moved his head to your neck where he began to nip at your skin.
“I want to make you feel good, baby,” He said against your neck, “Can I make you feel good?”
You nodded your head, desperate for his touch, “Y-yes Yunho…”
His lips curled into a smile against your neck as he held onto your body. His hands held onto your hips as he moved your bodies to the bed and gently placed you on the soft mattress. His long fingers played with the button on your pants, he slowly unzipped them and you wiggled the clothing off of your hips. Yunho smiled as you remained in your shirt and underwear, he hooked his finger around the fabric and slid them down your legs.
You blushed a deep red as you were fully exposed to your boyfriend. Yunho rubbed your thighs, drawing lines on your curves.
“So pretty,” He said softly.
He dipped his head down to your thighs and began to pepper butterfly kisses on your inner thigh, moving dangerously close to your pulsing heat. You flinched as you felt him gently blow cool air onto you.
He noticed your reaction and smiled, “Ah, my baby is so sensitive already and I haven’t done anything.” He suddenly licked a long, wet stripe down your folds causing you to shudder.
“Fuck! Yunho!” You gasp, covering your mouth with shaking hands.
You felt Yunho's tongue playing inside of your wet core. His puffy lips sucking and kissing your clit. The vibrations of his groaning shook through your core.
“So good, baby,” He groaned, “You taste so good…”
The wet and lewd sounds of him devouring your pussy resounded through your bedroom. The pleasure was so intense you could feel yourself coming close and overstimulated. You twisted your fingers in his dark hair, pushing him closer into you.
“Feel so good, Yuyu…” You said through gasps.
He smiled against you, “So glad…”
His tongue flicked your clit which sent a wave of sparks through you.
“My baby deserves this…My smart baby…”
You could feel yourself reaching your high. His tongue was causing your mind to grow foggy, his words of praise sending you into a spiral. Your thighs were shuddering as you neared your climax.
“Yunho…” Your back arched as his hot tongue licked you before diving in again, “Fuck…I’m close…”
“Ah,” Yunho lifted his head up from your heat, gently rubbing two fingers along your quivering folds, “We can’t have that, we need baby’s reward to last as long as possible…”
You whined as he left your heat. Your body missing the contact, “Yunho…Please be nice.” You said with a pout.
Yunho smiled, he reached up to your face and pinched your cheeks, “Don’t worry baby, I’m not gonna leave you like this. I wanna try something, m’kay?”
Your eyebrow quirked up, curiosity covered your tone, “Try what?”
He grabbed your hips and effortlessly flipped the both of you over so you were sitting on his torso, his head rested on top of the pillows.
“Just listen to what I say? Alright? I know my smart baby can…” His hands rubbed up and down your hips. You nodded your head, you could feel your heat continue to pulse, looking for any form of contact from Yunho, waiting to be released.
“Good girl…” He looked up at you with a dark gaze, “Sit on my face, baby. You can do that, yeah?”
You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. You have always wanted to try this, but were too anxious Yunho might turn down your idea. But now, with him underneath you, asking you to sit on his face, it was all so much.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Yunho…”
Yunho laughed, “It’s alright baby, you won’t hurt me. I will tap your leg three times if it's too much, but I know I won’t have to, alright? Now come here and sit your pretty pussy on me.”
With a bit of hesitancy, you moved your body over Yunho’s face, carefully lowering yourself onto him. His hands were placed gently on your hips, you could feel the pressure of his hands tighten on your hips as you hover over him. He smacked the outside of your thigh causing you to slightly flinch.
“I said sit, not hover, baby.” He pushed your hips down forcefully and your pussy rested on his face. You shuddered as you felt him breath into you deeply, as if your core was his only source of oxygen. His tongue and lips went back to work, sucking and licking your pussy like an animal. You bucked your hips, riding the sensation, his nose nudging you clit.
“Fuck, Yunho…” You covered your face, feeling tears of pleasure prickling your eyes.
You felt Yunho’s teeth graze the inside of your thigh, gently biting your soft skin, “Yah, don’t hide your beautiful face from me, look at me when I make you come undone.”
You uncovered your face, revealing your fucked out expression. Sweat was sparkling your skin, tears glistened your eyes, a deep pink high lighted your cheeks. You looked down at Yunho with heavy lidded eyes to see his eyes wide with surprise.
“My baby is so close, I can tell…” His tongue and lips continued to work their magic on your pussy. You whimpered and moaned his name as your hips bucked faster on Yunho’s face reaching to your point of climax.
“Soon…Fuck…” You panted, warning Yunho of your release.
You felt Yunho's hands caressing your hips, rubbing them gently.
“Don't be afraid baby, you can come, I want to taste every bit of you,” He said beneath you, his voice sending vibrations through your wet heat.
You could feel yourself coming undone, your thighs shook as you released yourself onto Yunho. Your body quivered as he used his long tongue to lick up your essence.
“So yummy baby…” He said softly.
You stayed sat on top of Yunho, slowly stopping your bucking hips. Your body felt heavy with exhaustion as you used your last ounce of energy to roll off of Yunho and flop onto the bed beside him.
Yunho smiled and leaned over to give you a kiss on your cheek, “You did so good baby!”
He squished your cheeks, “Did my baby like her surprise?”
You collected your breathing and smiled up at Yunho.
“I loved it,” you said between hitched breaths.
“I'm glad,” he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his chest, “You studied and worked so hard for your exam this is the least I could do to reward you for such an amazing grade.”
The two of you laid together for a minute. With your head against Yunho’s chest you could feel his faint heartbeat thumping. The sudden sound of a text notification broke the silence between you two. Yunho reached over to your shared end table and grabbed his phone, he checked it and shot up.
“Ah! Food is here!” He said as he got up from the bed and threw a shirt on.
You looked at him confused, “Why is food here?” You got up from the bed and threw on some clean underwear and pajama shorts.
“I ordered some before you came here! I got your favorite! I thought you might be hungry after your surprise.” He showed his phone screen and the DoorDash notification showed a picture of a to-go order from your favorite restaurant at your front door.
Your heart swelled, Yunho knew you so well, probably better than you knew yourself. You stood on your tip toes and stole a kiss from him.
“If you keep acting like such a doting boyfriend I might have to give you a reward of your own,” your hands mischievously ran down to his ass and you gave him a firm squeeze. Yunho jumped at the contact and his face grew flushed.
“YAH! Y/N!”
You giggled and ran out of the bedroom, “Come on! Let's get the food before it gets cold!”
Yunho smiled and chased after you, secretly hoping you would keep to your word of his “reward.”
── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ ateez x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 explicit smut, domme kink, dom/sub dynamics, dom!reader, sub!ateez, light bdsm, mentions overstimulation, praise, degradation, teasing/edging, aftercare, orgasm denial, handjobs, rimjobs, anal fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), cumplay, mind games, choking, p in the v, use of toys (strap-on/chasity cage), pegging, crying, semi-public play, exhibitionism, dry humping, consensual power imbalance, nipple play, spit kink, foot kink, mommy kink, brat-taming, possessiveness ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ eight different flavors of submission <3 ── word count: ³.⁸ᵏ 💄 “mm… not until you beg for it. use your words.”
A/N: basically I was tapping into my domme brain and thought about how they are all so beautifully bottom but each of them would need a specific domme energy brought to the table, making them fall apart in their own filthy, unique way. please consume responsibly. this has been in my drafts for over a year and I finally finished wahoo! enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
ཐིཋྀ ⸻ domme energy types:
degrader ⸝⸝⸝♡ you like them embarrassed ⛓️ teasing, humiliation, name-calling
mindfuck mistress ⎊ you own their headspace ⛓️ anticipation, denial, slow unraveling
brat tamer 𖤐 you live for the backtalk just so you can ruin them painfully slow and put them in their place
overstim queen ⭑⭒ you don’t stop at one orgasm, you stop when they cry (and maybe not even then)
caretaker 𓂃𓈒𓏸 you ruin them gently ⛓️ praise, nurturing, and control with affection
power worshipper ⟡˚˖ you dominate through being adored ⛓️ they serve, you receive
now let’s see which hands each member crumbles under…
🐶 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈 ⸻ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽， 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗒
best domme match: overstim queen + caretaker
whimpers when you touch him, cries when you edge him. whispers “thank you” through tears after his third orgasm.
feeds off your praise and gets rock hard just from your voice.
wants to please you more than he wants to breathe.
he’s on his back, legs parted, wrists tied to the headboard in soft silk. flushed from head to toe, hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving with every shaking inhale, thighs trembling—he’s wrecked.
“you’re doing so well for me, baby. just one more, I know you can.” you purr, palms pressed flat to his chest as you straddle his hips, still hot, wet, and pulsing around him—your bodies warm and sticking together.
he whimpers, fingers curling into fists, trying to stay grounded.
he’s already come undone three times, and he’s barely holding on—hips stuttering, jaw slack, tears streaking down his reddened cheeks.
his abs contract, breath catching in broken gasps, his whole body on the verge of collapse. he blinks up at you with glossy eyes, mouth parted, barely able to form a sentence—completely gone, nothing but a pretty mess beneath you.
“please—I’ll do anything, I just want to be good for you—” he chokes, voice cracking.
his cock is aching, raw and swollen. so sensitive it jumps at every brush of your walls engulfing him, twitching helplessly even before you move.
your hips roll slow and cruel, dragging another raw sound from his throat as he squirms beneath you. you clamp down and his entire body jerks. he’s overstimulated beyond reason—hard again, throbbing inside you, scared of how intense it feels.
his head rolls back and he sobs helplessly, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming, blurring into pain. “I can’t- I—please, it’s t-too much…fuck.”
“yes, you can,” you brush the damp dark locks from his face. “you’ve been so good. just one more for me, sweetheart.”
if cock-draining was an olympic sport, you’d be taking gold with how many times he’s spilled himself inside you—but you still want more from your pathetically fucked-dumb angel.
he cries out, erection twinging uncontrollably in your wet heat as you grind down on him without pause, his hazy, fluttering gaze locking with yours.
“th-thank you—” he mutters breathlessly.
“good boy…” you whisper as your lips kiss his throat gently.
if he cums again, he’s finished—and he knows it. but he’s going to do it anyway, for you.
🔥 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂 ⸻ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌
best domme match: overstim queen + mindfuck mistress
his entire body is one big please wreck me signal.
gets sensitive fast, moans loud, loses his mind from overstimulation and slow control.
gets hard again and again even as he’s sobbing—you live for the way he breaks.
thighs squeezed together, whimpering when you pry them apart. he’s slouched in his gaming chair, flushed and leaking, cock twitching in the cool air like it’s begging for mercy.
you lean down and kiss his pelvis—slow, unhurried—before dragging your tongue up his length without giving him what he really wants. his hips jerk like you just short-circuited something inside him.
your fist wraps around him: slick with your spit and his cum, already stiffening again, thrumming hot against your hand. “such a pretty cock you have…always so eager for more.”
hovering over him with a smirk, your fingers brush just under the tip—barely—and he shudders, breath catching like it physically hurts to be touched.
you stroke him once. pause. twice. then stop again.
“p-please—” he gasps, hips shifting helplessly in the chair, chasing after your grasp. “don’t tease—just—”
you giggle—cruel and sweet—then click your tongue, “look at you—still twitching? didn’t I say I wasn’t done?”
he half-sobs, thighs tensing, needy little whimpers that melt into moans as he reaches out for your wrist, grabbing hold of the one that’s working him.
“ah ah,” you chide, shaking him off, “don’t get greedy.”
denied, his hand drops back and claws at the armrest, leather creaking under his piercing grip, knuckles white as you pump him in agonizing strokes, his whole body squirms under your touch.
he’s panting hard now like he just ran a marathon, each breath stuttering, chest heaving as your thumb swipes over the slit and makes him cry out.
“it’s t-too much, I can’t—oh fuck, fuck, I—” his voice breaks completely, your name caught on a sob, erection pulsing and leaking into your palm.
you tighten your hold a bit, edging him steadily, keeping him right of the precipice of release and then snatching it away. his body convulses in defeat, head thrown back, eyes fluttering and his adam’s apple bobbing with desperation.
it’s a sight, truly—how intensely he falls apart. his face red to the tips of his ears. eyes shining with tears he’s too wrecked to wipe away. and you’re not stopping. not yet.
“don’t you dare,” you grab him by the chin and kiss him sloppily, searching the inside of his mouth with your tongue before pulling away, “you’ll take it until I say so.”
his body shakes. “please—please—” he blinks up at you, pleading and barely coherent. he doesn’t know how much more he can take—his brain’s gone fuzzy, vision blurring at the edges.
but you don’t let up. milking him with unforgiving fingers until he’s ruined and still reaching in his chair: soaked, quivering, barely able to breathe past the sounds he makes for you.
🐱 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 ⸻ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗁
best domme match: brat tamer + degrader
talks back. tests limits. pretends he’s in control—until you yank it away ruthlessly.
loves being manhandled, tied down, and told to shut up.
melts when you finally praise him after making him work for it.
you’ve got him pinned to the wall, wrists bound behind him with your red lace thong. he’s smirking like he’s still in control—
one hand curls tight around his throat—unrelenting, possessive—the other shoved beneath his shirt, fingers grazing up to his nipple. you pinch, just hard enough to make him jerk. his whimper sharp and throaty.
“what’s that? not so smug now with my hand on your throat?” your nails drag lightly over his skin before giving the bud a sharper twist.
the grin slips. his lips part. he’s still trying to hold it in—chin tilted, jaw clenched—but the moan claws its way up anyway, all breath and tremble.
his lashes flutter, heat blooming high on his cheeks as your thumb brushes over his nipple again—slower this time, crueler. he gasps, hips twitching instinctively. melting.
“sensitive here?” you tease, lifting his shirt higher so you can duck your head and flick your warm tongue over the delicate nub.
when you suck, his whole body squirms, skin prickling.
“you—” he chokes out, breath catching again, eyes already glassy like he hates how much he likes this.
now comes the pouting—chin tucked, brows furrowed, cock rock-hard and grinding into your thigh like it had a mind of its own, unraveling like clockwork.
“f—fuck—” he throws his head back and gulps, “you.”
“aw, is my little fucktoy hard?” his face turns as red as a cherry while you giggle mockingly, “want me to make you cum?”
he nods too fast, hips rutting helplessly as your words echo in his head. he’s already leaking into his underwear, a damp patch darkening the fabric and sticking to your leg, giving him away.
“say you’re sorry or I’ll edge you tonight. over and over. no release.” you growl.
he freezes. whines low. “sorry—I’m really sorry, please…” he breathes, broken and dizzy for it, voice cracking as he begs.
you smile, devilish and slow, dragging your knee up against his clothed length until he sobs out another strangled whimper. “so needy for me already… and I’ve barely touched you.”
“p-please…” he choked gasps rumble from his chest as you rub your knee against his sensitive bulge.
“shut up and open your mouth,” you command, gripping his chin with a vice between your fingers.
hesitantly, he parts his thick lips. without warning, you drool spit onto his tongue and watch his eyes roll back, like he was drunk off the mere taste of you.
“swallow it, my pretty little slut.” you coo, biting and licking at his throat as he gulps hard, clutching your waist for dear life.
🪞 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀 ⸻ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁
best domme match: mindfuck mistress + power worshipper
he knows how to dominate—but loves surrendering to someone sharper.
tease him, make him beg to cum, humiliate him just enough to see him break.
wants to serve but will never admit it until you pull it out of him.
“you look so pretty like this. all that control gone,” your voice low in his ear and bruising clutch against his rear.
he hates how much he loves being vulnerable like this—nude, ass up, eyes locked on the long mirror while your fingers spread him open tauntingly slow, like you’re unwrapping a gift he doesn’t deserve.
“keep your eyes on yourself,” your nails digging into his hips. “I want you to watch the way you fall apart for me.”
he swallows hard, throat bobbing, cock twitching underneath him. he nods—barely. his voice is gone, replaced by shaky breaths and bitten whines.
“pathetic,” you don’t raise your voice, but it’s loud enough for him to hear. “wet and untouched. I should leave you like this.”
he flinches when your thumb glides over the glistening pink flesh between his cheeks, exposing his pretty little hole to the cool air and the full view in the mirror.
he can’t look away—even as his face burns, even as shame twists in his gut, his eyes stay glued to the reflection.
“look at you,” your breath hot on his skin as you lower yourself behind him. “fucking perfect like this—needy and soaked for me.”
your tongue drags slowly over the sensitive ring of muscle, teasing, licking with lazy precision until he lets out a guttural moan—sharp and wrecked—hips bucking forward only to be yanked back by your grip on his waist.
“want to cum already?” you tease, ignoring the way his hips jerk. “you haven’t earned it yet.”
he chokes on a sob, nodding frantically, face pressed to the sheets. “ah—fuck, please—” his voice cracks. “feels s’good, please…”
when your tongue presses in, firm and unyielding, his thighs tremble. head dizzy, back arched, hole fluttering as your spit slicks him up. each inhale punches through him, ragged and loud.
then your fingers follow—one, then two, pushing in soft and deep, scissoring him wide until his legs shake and his moans dissolve into pliant, broken whimpers.
“tell me what you are—” curling your fingers just right, you admire how he clenches and melts around you.
“…yours.”
🐺 𝗌𝖺𝗇 ⸻ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌
best domme match: brat tamer + caretaker
pushes back at first. growls, groans, tries to keep composure.
but once you get him on his knees? he gets addicted.
he worships hard, loves praise, and needs aftercare like air. you’ll ruin him, then hold him close.
he starts it—grinning as he wrestles with you on the couch, playful but smug, cocky with every dodge and grab.
you flip him fast, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists down. his breath catches. the smirk starts to fade.
“still think you’re in charge?” your lips brush his ear, tightening your grip until he squirms beneath you.
you slide off his lap and command—“on your knees, now.”
his chest heaves, hesitation flickering in his eyes. but he drops, slowly, sinking to the floor in front of you.
you walk away to the bedroom. his eyes follow you the whole time—until he sees what you pull from the drawer.
the strap.
he shifts on his knees, visibly aching—hard and straining against the fabric of his sweats, his breath coming shallow now as you approach him.
“open up.” you guide it to his lips, and he obeys. tongue first, then deeper—licking, sucking, moaning around it like it’s your real cock, completely devouring it. you groan at the sight.
he’s practically shaking by the time you pull back—spit-slicked lips, glossy-eyed, flushed. you’re mesmerized by how ethereal and slutty he looks, full of need and hunger.
“keep behaving for me… I’ll take care of you, pretty thing,” softly dragging your thumb across his wet mouth, “now turn around and bend over.”
he whimpers and drapes himself over the back of the couch, hips raised in full submission as you come behind him, shoving his pants to his ankles.
your palm caresses his hip as you line up the toy to his tight heat, sliding in slow—inch by inch—your hands firm on his waist as he moans, fluttering and clenching around your faux cock.
“you always fight so hard—until I’m inside you.” you tease, thrusting deep until his breath stutters, eyes rolling back as he claws at the cushions.
“p-please…fuck—d-don’t stop,” he begs and whines, legs trembling with every snap of your hips.
the pace builds, your voice in his ear—“that’s it, baby. just like that, be good and take all of me.” pressing your lips to the back of his neck, you reach around and fist his throbbing cock, stroking gingerly and watch him fold entirely under your touch.
when it’s over and he’s boneless and quiet, cum leaking down his thigh, he slumps against you, sweaty and panting, eyes sparkling with bliss.
you thread your fingers through his hair, lips brushing his temple as he shudders in your arms, murmuring praise—“you did so well, my good boy. I’ve got you.”
🐻 𝗃𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈 ⸻ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽
best domme match: overstim queen + degrader
built like a wall, yet you tear him down like paper.
he tries to be quiet, to hold it together. he fails.
the first time he moans for you, it’s all downhill—he’s vibrating, trembling, shocked by how much he’s falling apart. and you love every second of it.
you return home from store, parking in the driveway, neighbors chattering just beyond the windows, everything seemingly normal. that is, until you climb into the backseat.
“come here,” you grab at his shoulder and he hesitates for a moment but obeys, joining you next to the bagged milk.
making out turns heavy fast. his hot mouth moves lithely against yours, tongues massaging together, devouring each other. you straddle him within minutes, seated gently.
hands sliding up and down your thighs, squeezing your flesh and dusting his fingertips under the hem of your skirt. his hips jerk like he wants to stop it—but he can’t.
“fuck…baby—what are you doing?” he curses against your lips but you don’t hear a thing, moaning into him and unconsciously rutting your hips back and forth.
riding him over his clothes, your fingers tangle in his hair as you suck and nip his lips hungrily, until his head’s spinning from it.
soon enough you feel how hard he is under the denim, the bulge poking your cunt at the perfect angle for you to thrust against. “two more days of denial, right? so, you can have this.”
his cock is already on edge, drooling through the fabric at the slightest friction. he’s beyond needy and has been gagging for release, not allowed to touch himself either.
grinding your core with wrecking motion, it drives him crazy. his desperate hold roams behind you, gripping your ass roughly, kissing you with low, stuttering huffs.
he lets out a frustrated groan, your hands splaying across his muscular chest, nails digging in his shirt to keep him grounded as he spirals and squirms. you press yourself down harder.
“wait—hold on, I-” he’s babbling in protest but you won’t relent.
you rub more against the strain in his pants: once, twice, and then he’s convulsing, hips stuttering as he spills in his jeans, gasping with humiliation burning on his face.
“already?” you smirk mockingly, cupping his flushed face as his eyes flutter, “poor thing…and here I am just getting started.”
dragging it out, you roll your hips without mercy, his fingers dig into your waist—white-knuckled, useless—choking on whimpers that dissolve into sobs.
your mouth latches onto his throat. his soaked length twitches beneath you, still trapped in his boxers, painfully tender. the raw scrape of his damp clothes only worsens it, every drag over his erection feeling like fire.
he’s flustered and slick with sweat, his voice cracks as he tries to whisper through gritted teeth, “p-please, too much—can’t…”
he erupts again without warning, crying out, unsatisfied and messy, thighs quaking as his body writhes, trying to pull away but you just keep him pinned.
you coo at him as if he’s a toy, “make those sounds again. louder. let me hear what this does to you.” swiveling even slower over his cock, watching heat rise up his neck as he breaths erratically.
“didn’t think I’d get you like this, huh? look at you now.” your words taunt him, hating how much he loves it, hating how effortlessly he breaks apart for you.
eyes glassy, he begs—not for more, but for less. “b-baby…n-no more, I—fuck—can’t.”
your broken name caught on his tongue, he’s gone. completely gone, clawing at your skin, desperate to pretend it’ll stop the overwhelming pleasure tearing through him.
🦋 𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀 ⸻ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒
best domme match: mindfuck mistress + caretaker
sensitive, elegant, reserved—until he’s not.
you draw the filth out of him. loves when you keep him on edge. blushes when you praise him.
gasps and shakes when you whisper what you’ll do to him next. you control the build-up perfectly.
crimson rope over flushed skin, arms bound behind him, shoulders tense, the delicate ripple of pink silk under his thighs.
he sits upright against the pillows and headboard, completely nude, legs parted under your lingering, heated gaze. his perfect form on full display as you stalk the foot of the bed in awe.
“look at you…you’re such a pretty toy sangie,” you coo, biting the tip of your finger to resist touching him for now, “all tied up and on display—just for me.”
his eyes darting to where your lingerie hugs your curves. you settle between his knees, sitting on the heels of your feet.
leaning down, you kiss his knee, then the inside of his thigh, lips grazing closer—but you don’t give his cock any attention, instead you continue to kiss up his abdomen, trail across his hips, and drag your tongue along the crease of his thigh.
his erection reddened and twitching but untouched.
a shared kiss is…ravenous. full of need and lust, tongues rolling harmoniously, leaving your mouths wet and tingly. his body instinctively slumps forward, trying to get more of you.
resting your hand on his chest, you push him back, giggling under your breath, “down, boy. treats reward patience, right?”
you’re gentle but commanding, making him anticipate your next move. your finger circles around his tip, playing with the drooling pre-cum, watching him quiver under your touch.
“you look too cute when you’re trembling…think you deserve to cum yet?” his muscles tense under his bare skin at your toying words, already overwhelmed by the attention and praise.
“I’m going to suck your cock now, baby,” you whisper against his swollen tip, tongue flicking along the slit once, “and you tell me when you’re going to cum, okay? I want it all down my throat.”
his whole body shudders, nods too fast, voice caught easily.
you hum around his tip, the vibrations making him gasp—his thighs jerking on either side of you as your tongue laps at the underside of his cock.
then you take him deeper. slow, steady, until your nose brushes his skin and your throat flutters around him.
you pull off completely every time he gets close. he whines and stutters, “p-please, I was close…”
you smile, staring into his tear-brimmed eyes, “good, then do it again.”
he cries out, voice breaking, barely able to warn you through moans and sobs, “c-cumming—”
but you don’t stop. not even when he spills down your throat, hands fisting nothing behind him, whimpering as you swallow every drop.
when you finally pull off with a wet pop, he’s flushed and dazed, breathing ragged, barely able to lift his head.
“good boy,” you purr, licking your lips as you cup his jaw, “so pretty when you let go for me.”
🧃 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺 ⸻ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎
best domme match: power worshipper + caretaker
will literally cry while going down on you because he’s so desperate to please.
hands always roaming your thighs, eyes locked on yours, begging “please let me taste you again”.
he thrives on obedience and praise.
when you arrive home, he’s already in position, waiting eagerly by the door exactly as you instructed. it’s impossible not to smile.
on all fours, naked, wearing his collar and leash, and stuffed inside his chrome silver cock cage.
you take him around to the kitchen, settling your ass on the table as you part your legs in front of him, revealing a lack of panties covering your holes.
“wanna taste?” you tease, slipping your fingers through your wet folds as his eyes widen and a spit of drool lingers at the corner of his mouth.
he nods and licks his lips hungrily, rutting his hips against the air.
“tsk, tsk.” a soft moan escapes your throat as you played with yourself, making him whimper. “mmm…not until you beg for it. use your words.”
“please…please mommy…” he whines, his boba eyes shimmering with tears, “I’ll do anything, just let me make you feel good—”
you place the bottom of your toes to his lips, cutting off his cries.
“then prove it.”
kissing each toe like it’s holy, he sucks gently with his tongue attentively curling around them.
a hand grips your ankle as he moans into the arch of your foot.
his eyes glassy, silently pleading for praise—but you don’t say a word…not yet. he looks too pretty when he’s needy.
“enough.” you snatch your leg away, scooting to the edge of the table, pointing to the space directly between your thighs. “sit right here and stick your tongue out.”
he obeys without hesitation.
you move to bury his tongue into your juicy center, grinding on his mouth as your hand fists his hair, riding his face with ease.
“that’s it, hwa. just like that. keep your tongue out for me.”
eyes locked with yours, he groans into you and you giggle as his hands lovingly caress your thighs.
“you can move your tongue now. eat me as you wish.” that’s all the signal he needs to start sucking your aching clit, plunging his tongue deep into your hot core.
you curse his name, giving his hair another firm tug. he works you like you were his last meal, his devotion knowing no end.
his flat tongue glides up and down your insides, stirring the fiery pressure in your gut. “good boy, you’re gonna make mama cum.”
your cunt flutters around his tongue as your orgasm ripples through you and he laps up every trickle of cum that spills past his lips, moaning against your sopping flesh.
“you did so well, hwa,” you purr breathlessly, patting his head.
your foot flicks against his caged cock as you bite your lip with a devilish expression, “should I free you as a reward?”
“if you want…” he kisses your knee, stifling his grunts each time you give a soft kick to his crotch.
“you gonna cum a lot for mama if I let you out?” dragging your foot along his groin, you press lightly on his gut and watch him quiver with delicate restraint.
visibly swallowing hard, he still nods eagerly as he rubs his face against your leg, like a cat in heat.
“anything mama wants…” he rasps, earning a pleased grin from you, his patience attracting you like a moth to a flame.
── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ seonghwa x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 explicit smut, established relationship, romantic, domestic fluff, pregnancy scare/marriage talk, emotional intimacy, vaginal sex (unprotected), cum eating, squirting, food play, kissing, breast play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ even though I’m wifey, you can hit it like a side chick <3 ── word count: ².²ᵏ 🥞 “clearly, making food would have to wait.”
A/N: surprise surprise yes I am writing seonghwa again. don’t judge me, blame him /jk he has completely brainrotted me. but I just wanted to give y’all some dirty domestic action. I think I plan on opening my requests soon and start working on a longer series with hwa featuring a special guest but that’s all I say for now; so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
“What’s this?”
You’re in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter with chocolate chips, and you looked up to see Seonghwa holding a pregnancy test—the one you discarded this morning.
You cursed at yourself, annoyed you didn’t hide it better.
“Oh…yeah. I took it this morning.” You continued making breakfast, turning to the fridge to take out a carton of eggs.
“Well? Babe, I don’t know what the one line means.”
“Hwa, I’m not pregnant, relax.”
There was a beat of silence as you glanced his way, trying to read his expression. His eyes stayed fixed on the little plastic stick in his hand, his face frustratingly unreadable.
Not that it mattered. You were taking birth control.
These past few weeks, you’d simply felt…off. Taking the test seemed easier than letting your mind spiral.
A pregnancy was not in the plans, but you couldn’t act like it didn’t have your head spinning. Would Seonghwa want a kid with you? Are you even ready to be a mom? The whole thing fucked with your head.
Seonghwa turned the test over in his hand before setting it on the counter. He padded around the island on bare feet, slipping his arms around your waist. His body pressed to your backside as he nuzzled his chin onto your shoulder, gently kissing your neck.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, brushing your hair back.
“Of course. We have no plans for a baby, right?”
“I mean…no, but you look upset.” He admitted, his voice low and comforting.
You sighed, setting the whisk down.
“I was scared…and happy. I kept thinking, I don’t want to be pregnant. Then I’d think about having a little piece of us to love, and I’d get excited. Then it came back negative, and I was relieved…and then I got anxious that you— ”
Your voice caught, blinking away the tears fighting behind your eyes.
“That I what?” Seonghwa hugged you tighter. “Hey…talk to me.”
“That you wouldn’t want kids with me anyway.”
“Why would you think that?”
Turning to face him, you took his hands in yours.
“We’ve been together for seven years. Neither of us wants to get married or have kids right now. Sometimes I wonder if…maybe that’s just how it’ll always be.”
“Life isn’t a race. We have plenty of time to make those decisions together…when we’re ready.” Seonghwa delicately placed a kiss on your temple, then your cheek.
“How do you even know you’ll want me to have your babies?”
“Cause I already do, sweetheart.”
The words stole the air from your lungs.
Your lips parted, searching his face for even the smallest hint of hesitation.
There wasn’t any.
Your hands swept around his neck and you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. He moaned into your mouth, pushing your back against the edge of the countertop. The taste of him sent electricity through your body as your tongues rolled together, a familiar ache returning to your gut.
His hands lowered, gripping your ass in his palms.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” He mumbled against your mouth.
You leaned your head back and broke the kiss, leaving Seonghwa pouting cutely as you giggled.
“Let me at least finish breakfast first.” You protested weakly.
“Hm, guess you’ll be my breakfast instead.”
Seonghwa hooked his long fingers in the waistband of your shorts, snatching them down your legs quickly. You lifted your feet one by one, letting him take them off before tossing them to the side. He, in turn, stripped free of his boxer briefs without a second thought.
It was adorable how eager he was for you. He swiped away the bowls and food behind you before grabbing hold of your hips. Hwa hoisted you up, planting your bare bottom onto the counter in one swift motion.
Clearly, making food would have to wait.
Even though your families begged to see you and Seonghwa wed and have kids, you were enjoying the simplicity of just being in love. You purred his name under your breath before his lips crashed against yours with a needy appetite.
Your hands caressed the back of his head, lacing your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He scooted farther between your legs, his hands drawing you closer to the edge of the counter. His thick erection twitched between you as your lips moved lithely along each other’s.
“Hwa, I need you…please,” you whimpered, his lips ghosting down your jaw and latching onto your throat.
“Mmm…say that again, baby.”
His cool breath blowing along your ear, his tongue licking and tugging at the lobe.
The sensation curled down to your toes, forcing your grasp on him to tighten. Raspy moans fell from you, his mouth turning your head into a fuzzy mess.
“Seonghwa…I need you,” your hushed voice cooed as you rut your hips up and slip his cock along your slit, “I want you inside me.”
His body shuddered against you. Hwa suddenly met your eyes, his gaze lustful and hungry. A broken gasp caught in your chest as he made swift work parting your legs more, a hand guiding one of your legs onto his shoulder as he rested the other on the stool nearby.
“This is the only pussy I want to be inside of.”
Every word he whispered made you pathetically wet, blood buzzing in your ears and pounding the ruthless ache in your cunt. Seonghwa was the only one who ever made you feel this way without even being touched.
He tilted his head down and drooled lazily on his dick, lining it up to your entrance. Gliding himself up and down your folds, you shuddered and pinched his skin between your fingers. You inhaled a sharp bite of air between your teeth, arching your back as he tapped his length against your throbbing clit.
“Now you’re just teasing…” you muttered, earning a coy smile from him.
Fisting his shaft, he carefully stuffed himself inside your hot core, filling you completely.
“F-fuck!” You cried out loudly, his cock stretching your walls as he pushed deeper.
Your hand slapped against his naked chest as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were sharp, rough, and raw.
Each stroke twisting the knot in your belly as he bottomed out inside you.
“Hwa…” your whimpers of pleasure echoing through the kitchen as your dripping pussy fluttered around him.
From the sheer drive of his hips (and angle you were positioned), you were forced back, leaning on your arms with your hands gripping the island bar ledge. Hwa took advantage of your shift and gripped your hips, pounding into your cervix.
The ragged, incoherent noises tumbling from your lips were music to his ears. The air sweltered as the heat built from your bodies, arousal seeping around your skin as your hips shoved together.
“I love the sounds you make for me, princess.” He breathed heavily.
His velvety voice mingled with the searing squelching that filled the room, the harmony dancing through your dazed mind. The slick friction of his cock intoxicated you as his tip found that sweet spot almost instantly.
It was heaven—pure bliss.
Hwa softly kissed the inside of your knee. Tiny beads of sweat gathered at his brow. He gently wiped them across your skin as he rested his face against your leg.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you panted, laying your hand on his groin as his rhythm sped up.
It was too much.
The pressure in your belly grew more intense by the second.
Hiking your crop top above your breasts, Seonghwa latched his mouth to your nipple, lapping his warm tongue over the sensitive bud. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped in and out of you, the taut muscles in your stomach straining unbearably.
His cheeks hollowed as his puffy lips sucked lightly at your tender flesh. The carnal desire in his eyes stole your breath when he glanced up at your heated face, burying himself inside your cunt relentlessly.
“That’s it baby,” he huffed, seizing your throat in his palm, “—s’need you to cum all over me.”
Seonghwa kissed you passionately, teeth clicking with frantic need. A strangled noise released from you into his mouth, hips grinding together as the fire pooling in your abdomen burst and sent shockwaves through you.
“Hwa…” you mewled, vision painted with white sparks.
You tried to come down gradually from your orgasm, leaning forward as your pussy spasmed around him. You dug your nails into his muscly bicep—but Seonghwa refused. He grabbed the back of your hair, forcing your foreheads together.
“God, you feel s’good, s’fucking go—”
His voice caught, hips stuttering as a thunderous growl ripped from his chest. Thick, hot spurts of cum spilled inside your sopping core as Hwa rocked his hips back and forth, your folds milking every last drop from his cock. His grip in your hair tightened, his fingers digging into your scalp.
You lusciously squeezed around him. Feeling his orgasm, his length twitching against your juicy center, made time slow as if you were watching fireworks go off.
A combination of sweat and cum glistened brightly on your inner thighs. You could see droplets of sweat collecting on his upper lip and jaw. You loved it—the sweatier he was, the more you were turned on.
“Holy shit, baby. That pussy s’good.”
He kissed you again, more fiercely this time, but took his time tasting your mouth. The salty taste of his lips had you salivating for more.
You could never get enough of him.
“So you’re only going to put your babies in me?”
You rubbed your noses together sweetly.
“‘Til death do us part.”
Hwa stayed engulfed in your leaking heat, leaning back and caressing your cheek in his hand. Then, he suddenly slammed his cock to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
A mixture of screams and whines tore from your lungs, hands finding the marble ledge to ground yourself as Seonghwa continued to fuck you mercilessly. His hips moved with reckless abandon, ramming himself into your g-spot repeatedly.
There was little to no time for your orgasm to rapidly stir in your gut, but it felt different—like a burning rocket coming to shatter inside you. Seonghwa snapped your hips down harder against him, cursing your name under his breath.
This was the true definition of having your guts rearranged.
Your skin prickled as you exhaled unevenly, melting into the heady ecstasy.
“Hmm…that’s crazy it’s s’deep,” he hummed, his first load seeping out of you around his shaft, “f-fuck…your pussy feels s’wet.”
“Oh-oh my g-god…Seonghwa…don’t s-stop.”
The delicious wet noises wrecked you beyond comprehension. The piercing touch from his sopping erection set you aflame. Your walls clenched around him, head fried and dizzy.
You were royally fucked.
The crackling spring uncoiled and shot through you, body shaking as you came again, crying out silently. Juices trickled out of your pussy like a fountain, coating Seonghwa and the tile.
As your insides pulsed, they blindsided Seonghwa and pushed him out of you.
It was absolutely euphoric.
A full body orgasm that you never expected.
“Did you just…squirt?” he asked, eagerly looking from between your legs to the puddle on the floor.
“I-I think so?” you answered hesitantly, the blinding haze fading slowly from your eyes.
You weren’t entirely sure what just happened, it was brand new, but damn if you didn’t want to experience it again.
“Fucking hell…that’s hot.”
Wasting no time, Seonghwa glided his cock back into your cunt, hips resuming the same harsh pace as before. His hand wandered over your shirt and kneaded at your breast. His gaze met yours and you kissed him, lips moving lithely with sensual embrace.
If this is what being in love felt like, you never wanted it to end.
A series of groans and hoarse murmurs fell from Seonghwa’s lips into your mouth, vibrating through to your cunt as his hips tensed. He was close.
“Goddamn…baby, you’re gonna make me cum again.”
He held you possessively, shooting his load inside you for a second time, stuffing you full of his seed.
A beat of silence lingered between you until you both started laughing giddily, still breathless.
“What a pre-breakfast workout.” Seonghwa’s cock gingerly slipped out from your folds, letting his cum ooze out. A stream cascaded down your ass and onto the floor.
He looked insanely sexy and proud at that moment.
“Can I actually make us breakfast now?”
Seonghwa turned his head to the array of food and cookware beside you, and locked onto the open bag of chocolate chips by your thigh.
He picked two of them out and scooped them along the viscous fluids resting on your pussy then held them up to your mouth. You didn’t even think twice, just opened your lips and slurped the candy and cum from his fingers.
You had them for less than a second before Seonghwa kissed you, swirling his tongue to taste the rich tangy flavor. The kiss lingered even after it had all dissolved in your mouth. Your tongues rolled as your lips massaged together, moaning lovingly.
Nothing but you and him.
“I think my batter is better, but if you must.” He snorted cockily.
Chuckling, you rolled your eyes playfully, admiring his features. In your head, you plotted on ravaging him again after you got some energy from the scrumptious food you were making…
hongjoong has a heavy lean towards dominance. but if you can get him under you his whimpers are CRAZY. he’d try it out if you liked it! doesn’t take himself too seriously when he’s the one underneath. kinda embarrassed, actually. it might be a little awkward the first few times, but helping him decompress by taking the lead easily becomes something to look forward to. he will put you in your place if he feels you’re overdoing it, though. sorry.
seonghwa is a huge service dom. like he’s finishing just from eating you out. your pleasure to him is what matters most, and he’s gentle even when you ask him to be rougher. probably tries to be strict, but he crumbles so easily when it comes to you. he could lean into submission for sure. he enjoys watching you learn how to pull the strings. it’s just always a mind-blowing experience, no matter who’s doing what. that mouth on him is too good.
yunho would try submitting just for fun and end up liking it a lot more than expected. you bring it up and he’s like “haha sure”. fully expects that he’s gonna have to end up flipping you over. ends up breathless and kinda shy about it. in a ‘i just discovered something new about myself’ way. but he’d still prefer to call the shots most of the time. sorry again.
yeosang switch. he’s just overly eager to please. so he can either have you in a tight headlock from behind or be shaking as you deny him. so dynamic. malleable to whatever you want him to be. but he groans just the same no matter what. yum!
san is also a service dom. even in his dirty talk, he’s centering how you feel and what you want. he’d be so down to let you take charge, if you brought it up to him. but you’d have to ease him into it a little. vulnerability is huge for him regarding intimacy. trust is really important too, so that aspect really does it for him. like handing over full control to you is so sentimental that it turns him on. he slips into it so easily afterwards, he begs so pretty. yeah.
mingi’s just easy asf for you. he likes his hands on you as much as he enjoys your hands on him. he just loves having all your attention, regardless of the power dynamic. you could switch ten times in an hour without missing a beat. by the time you’re done, you don’t even remember who brought the handcuffs and who wore them or what day it is, really.
wooyoung can take any role from any position, genuinely. he’d try anything at least once and he would not make a big deal out of disliking something new. like oh, well, now you know, and you move on. zero shame. but shove your fingers in his mouth and spit at him, he likes it just because it’s you. he’s probably the most experimental member. so he encourages you to bring all your curiosity to your intimacy. he’ll have crazy requests too. everything’s just so easy and carefree that telling him you wanna try slapping him feels like discussing the weather. “could i slap you?” is met with a “how hard?” no further questions asked.
jongho prefers to have control. manhandling you is his favorite thing ever. you MIGHT get a little control if you’re with him for a while. don’t expect full on agreement the first few times you bring it up. he might laugh a little, but if you genuinely want to try, he’ll reluctantly give in. he’s just a little scared of vulnerability. but he also enjoys it a little more than he expected. will probably not admit it. you need to be really subtle if you try to spontaneously turn the tables. he’s just so focused on you that being submissive to him feels selfish. lots of trust and communication needed.
Synopsis: Felix, your sweet golden retriever boyfriend, has always been gentle with you, slow-paced, patient. But once he's certain you're ready, he finally loosens the reins on his restraint.
-or: Felix eats you out until your brain is nothing but mush and you've made a mess of his face.
Details: Felix x fem!reader, fluff, smut- cunnilingus, overstimulation, face sitting, forced orgasm (sort of), squirting, thigh kink (?), love bites, hickeys, Felix cums in his pants. wc: 5.1k
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The room went quiet as soon as the question had left Jisung's lips.
"What's the kinkiest thing you and Felix have done in bed?"
In all truth, the four of you - Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and yourself - had gotten a bit drunk, just hanging out after their dance practice ended. You'd just been waiting for Felix, really, but somehow it ended up being the four of you and a couple of beers. Even Felix indulged in one, which surprised you, as that was usually not his thing. But it was all in good fun.
However, even with the light buzz of the alcohol in your system, the question left you flustered. Even though it wasn't completely out of the blue, as Seungmin and Jisung were just having a discussion about the best sex position, you still hadn't expected the question directed at you.
In one smooth motion, Felix squeezed your thigh where his hand already rested, catching your attention. He gave you a look, you don't have to answer, not wording it out loud as he knew you could make up your mind for yourself. You didn't need his input, but he still let you know he was there.
You eyed the table for a moment, cheeks hot whether from the beer or the question or both, you weren't sure. You and Felix hadn't exactly been intimate yet. Your relationship was still new, and you both agreed you'd take it slow, build up your connection more, even if you were already completely infatuated with each other.
What you hadn't let him know yet was how desperate you were to take that step further. And what you didn't know was how he felt the exact same way, but didn't tell you in case it put unnecessary pressure on you to do something you weren't ready for.
Oh, he had no idea.
You chose not to feel awkward about the question, didn't feel embarrassed about the lack of sex you'd been having. It was a choice and one you were completely fine with. "You'd have to ask Felix."
You decided to give the ball to Felix, to let him decide how much he wanted to tell his band members about your nonexistent sex lives. You took another sip of your beer, glancing over at him.
The corner of his mouth twitched up as he ran his thumb across your inner thigh. You almost spat out your beer at that, tingles spreading all throughout your body. Sometimes you weren't sure he knew what kind of effect he had on you.
Felix put his hands up in defence, his eyes dark under the dim light. "A man... doesn't kiss and tell."
He laughed at the groan Jisung let out, while Seungmin only smiled, taking another sip of his beer in quiet amusement.
Later on, when the dorm was quiet, Jisung having left and Seungmin gone to bed, you were brushing your teeth with Felix after changing into your pyjamas.
You couldn't help but eye him, still a little tipsy from the beers and admiring his features more than usual. From every day that went by, you just seemed to fall more and more in love with him.
When you both got under the covers and Felix kissed you goodnight, expecting to fall asleep, you grabbed his wrist gently to catch his attention. "Lix," you whispered, biting your lip, hesitating.
He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, his features calm and relaxed. He could sense your hesitation and turned his face fully towards you, urging you to continue by making sure you knew you had his attention.
"Yes?"
You pursed your lips, looking into his eyes while your heart raced in your chest. God, why were you even freaking out about this? It was just Felix. But still, you felt vulnerable having to say the words out loud. The couple of beers you had consumed gave you that extra confidence to speak.
"You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should take our relationship a little further..." You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for his reaction. He looked a little confused. Even though he tried to understand you, he needed you to be a bit more specific. So you let out a small breath, somehow speaking even lower than before. "You know... more than making out."
He stilled a little, you could feel it, and it immediately made you overthink, silly as you were.
"Not because I don't enjoy just making out! I know we said we'd take it slow but... I'm just... really... horny."
He was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. You had no idea how much your confession had made his heart clench with adoration. He didn't even know how you could say something like that and still be so cute.
He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm, are you a little drunk, baby? If so, I'd rather have this talk tomorrow. Not that I'm not listening; I certainly am." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Your face warmed at his response. I mean, you were a little tipsy, but this had been something that had been on your mind for a while. But even through your stubbornness you could see his point; it'd be better to bring something like this up when you were completely sober and sure.
You pursed your lips. "Yes, I'm a little tipsy... but this has been something that's been on my mind for a while, seriously! I mean, of course only if you're ready, too. To take things further." You made your voice clearer this time, making sure he understood this was more than just the beer talking.
And he did look a little more thoughtful this time, a small glint flashing in his eyes. Thinking about finally taking things further with you made his own desperation rise up and his cock twitch in his sweatpants. But he remained calm, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.
"Alright... If you're sure you're ready, then so am I. I just don't want to pressure you," he said honestly, and before you had the chance to speak again, he continued, "But we'll still talk about this tomorrow, okay? Get some rest, angel."
He pulled you to his chest, and you definitely didn't protest. He was nice and warm and, well, the beers were making you quite sleepy. You hummed, sinking into his embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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You woke up to the familiar feeling of a nose nudging against your neck and hair tickling your skin. The faint sound of Felix's soft breathing filled your ears along with the chirping of birds outside. You had the window slightly ajar these days, seeing as it was getting hotter outside. It was a peaceful atmosphere to wake up in.
You felt surprisingly refreshed, but was less surprised by it when you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already afternoon. You'd slept for so long... but it had felt so good. And it was Felix's day off, so for once it was allowed.
You looked down at him when he moved and realised then that he was already awake, greeting you with a smile on his face, his hair showcasing how well he'd slept. At least half as well as you.
"Good morning, angel," he said, his voice a delicious raspiness that somehow made it even deeper. You'd never not enjoy waking up to that.
You smiled back, forgetting all about your phone and instead nuzzling into his warmth, counting the freckles on his face. "You're the angel here... Why didn't you wake me? It's so late now, and it's your day off!"
You didn't want to spend all day in bed with him when it was his only day off in a while... Though maybe that's what he preferred, seeing as he worked so hard these days.
He stretched out, the action making it hard for you to hold back your cuteness aggression towards him. He rubbed his eyes, rolling over to lay on his back.
"I only just woke up, right before you," he explained, reaching over to cup your hand in his as he checked his phone. He'd probably only just mustered up the energy to do so.
You lay there, just basking in the afternoon light while Felix answered some messages, quietly holding hands. After a while, he put his phone away and focused his attention on you again, resting on his side.
"Do you remember what you told me last night? Before we went to bed," he asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.
You didn't for a moment, feeling a little sheepish now that it was morning, and you weren't as confident as you had been last night. But he somehow always found a way to make you immune to embarrassment when it came to expressing yourself.
"...Yes."
"Do you still mean it?"
You met his eyes then, still soft, still gentle as they always were. There was nothing in them that told you not to be sure of your answer, and so you were. You were sure of what you wanted.
"Yes, I still mean it."
He nodded, rubbing his chin as if lost in his own thoughts for a moment, "You're sure?"
You let out a small chuckle, your lips curling upwards at his questioning. Oh, you were definitely sure. "Yes, I'm sure, Felix. The only thing stopping me would be if you didn't want to take things further."
He nodded again, still rubbing his chin, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gentle, not rushed, not letting you in on what was going on in his head. Just the same sweet Felix as always.
Then he pulled away, meeting your eyes. "Then... can I go down on you?"
He looked almost relieved to utter the words, his eyes big and boba-like, and he was nearly pouting. What you hadn't known all this time was how much he'd been thinking about it; finally eating you out. Sure, having sex with you was on his mind a lot, too, but there was nothing quite as arousing as the thought of finally tasting you. He already knew you'd taste exquisite, no doubt there.
Your mouth formed an 'o', a little taken aback by his question. Or rather, his face when he asked it. He looked so innocent, and he was, in your head, innocent. But then the memory of him beneath you while you were making out with him on his lap flashed before your eyes, the small whimpers and touchy hands despite how much he tried to hold them back. Then him having to use the bathroom ten minutes after you'd decided to stop, because he was still so hard in his pants, but would never vocalise it - wouldn't want to rush you.
Truly, you did not understand how much of a pervert he actually was. Not yet, anyway. He was good at hiding it.
He let you process his question because he knew he was being forward, but he didn't take it back either, didn't rush you to answer. He let it hang in the air for as long as you needed.
You swallowed the lump in your throat that had kept you from speaking, all shy eyes and lip-biting.
"Yeah, that's- I mean, if you want to..."
"But do you want me to?"
You glanced at his lips, thought of his tongue and how it'd feel on your cunt. Fuck, you wanted it. So much. "Yes. Definitely."
Felix smiled, his hand snaking down to your thigh to pull you closer and move himself between your legs. You couldn't see it from this angle, but he was already embarrassingly hard at the thought of eating you out. He'd been thinking of it all morning.
He squeezed your thigh. "Then can I taste you now, baby?"
His voice was deeper, clouded by the arousal he felt already, infecting you as it sent a thrill between your legs, where he was posed up. You nodded, watching him as he shuffled backwards on his knees until he had both of his arms hooked under your knees, face so close to your clothed core already. It was a little intrusive, but you just about held back the urge to hide behind your hands.
His thumbs rubbed over the part of your thighs that wasn't covered by your night shorts. "Say it out loud. I need to hear you say the words. Tell me I can have a taste."
His coaxing, almost pleading words made your core throb with need. Just the way he looked up at you from between your legs had you aching for more.
"Please, Lix. Put your mouth on me," you breathed out, almost unable to fully get the words out.
His smile would've been almost reassuring had it not been for the obvious excitement on his face, his fingers slowly tracing upwards until they reached the hem of your shorts.
Slowly, he slid them down your legs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, making sure you felt safe. But once your panties were on display for him, he moved his gaze there, almost moaning at the sight of the soft cotton material.
"God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to make you feel good, angel. I've been waiting for so long."
His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subconsciously pulling you closer to his mouth where his hands held you in place. Your legs tensed up when his tongue darted out, rolling along your soft skin, followed by the gentle nibble of his teeth, marking you.
Feeling his mouth so close to your core and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your thighs made your cunt sob for more. But it was even worse when his face got close enough that his nose nudged against the fabric of your panties while he pressed kisses to your thighs, until he at last pressed a kiss over your sopping cunt. You let out a small whine, laying your head back against the pillow, because watching him do that was making you lose your mind.
He mouthed at your panties, wetting them more than they already were from your arousal, letting out small moans against you. The vibrations made pleasure bloom where you needed it most, your legs closing together around his head on instinct.
"Lix... mm- feels good," you hummed, trying to keep your voice down. You felt a little embarrassed when you made any noises, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, even if you had been wanting it so badly.
He continued to mouth at you through your panties, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the material, imagining the real deal beneath it. His grip on your thighs tightened only when you were about to squeeze his head completely, gently pulling them apart again.
"Then keep your legs apart, okay? I want to take my time with you," he hummed, meeting your eyes for just a second before putting all of his focus on your cunt again. He looked almost mesmerised, hungry. And when you saw that look in his eyes, you chose to shut up and lay back down. You wanted to see him get carried away, like he seemed to have been wanting for as long as you.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs and exposing you to him fully. He hummed, gently placing your slick underwear beside you on the bed before lying down on his stomach, face lined up with your cunt.
He licked his lips as he took you in, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. You felt shy under his hungry gaze, but you stayed still, wanting to see what he would do.
After looking at you for a long moment, he finally put his mouth on you, his lips softly pressing against your wet cunt, almost like he was making out with you. You hummed, shutting your eyes for a second as you took in the feeling of his soft lips on such a sensitive part of your body.
He moved slowly at first, just kissing you there at his own pace before licking a stripe through your walls. You squealed then, hand reaching down to hold onto something. His hand came up, meeting yours without taking his mouth off of you, gradually gaining a pace with his tongue shoving into your cunt.
You bit your lip to try and silence the sounds that threatened to escape you, squeezing his hand while your hips bucked up for more. He let out a low moan against you, slurping up everything you gave to him, getting lost in the taste of you.
"You taste so good... so sweet..." he mumbled against you, his hair brushing against your thighs as his head bobbed slightly. You whined at his words, only to be broken off by a moan when his free hand reached up and his thumb pressed tight circles over your clit.
You cried out then, not even aware of your whimpers and moans as pleasure overtook you. You were so close to coming, it was embarrassing. It had just been so long since you'd been touched, even by yourself, and all this built-up tension with Felix left you so sensitive and desperate.
"A-ah, Felix..! I'm so close-" You interrupted yourself with a shuddering moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he continued to thrust his tongue into you, and his finger kept moving so flawlessly against your clit.
He groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips against the mattress as he had been doing since he got comfortable there. His cock ached in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum that would surely stain them. But he didn't care. He needed more of you.
"Cum for me... Please cum... Let me taste it, please baby." His words were muffled against your cunt, but it didn't matter once you finally felt your orgasm wash over you.
You let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your hips twitched against his face. Your hand moved from his to grip his hair tightly instead, tugging lightly at the strands. He kept licking over you, using his mouth to its best ability while he felt your walls gush around his tongue. He sucked up the arousal and cum you gave to him, licked you clean until your legs twitched around his head from overstimulation.
He pulled back, completely out of breath, your slick lining his lips as he looked up at you. You met his eyes almost deliriously, still coming down from the high he just gave you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you, unable to help himself as he let out a small chuckle. He moved to rest on his knees between your legs again, kissing you with your slick still on his lips.
"I'd ask if you felt good but... given your sounds, I'll assume the answer is yes," he spoke lowly against your lips, teasing you a little. You whined, but didn't really care all that much - not when he'd just made you feel that good.
"Was I that loud?"
He thought it over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's just hope Seungmin isn't home."
Before you could think on that too much, like he knew you would, he lay down on the bed, looking over at you with an almost expectant smile.
"Come here, baby."
You looked at him for a moment, aware of your half-nakedness now that the orgasm had washed away, before scooting over to him. He placed his hands on your hips, settling you over his lap while he got comfortable against the pillows, like he hadn't just eaten you out so obsessively seconds ago.
You could feel how hard he was beneath you, his cock poking up through his sweatpants right against your bare cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively grinding down against him, to which he stilled your hips with a pained groan. Your brows furrowed slightly.
"No, baby... I just want to focus on you right now. Sit on my face," he practically moaned, hands already trying to manoeuvre your body upwards.
You were almost a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to feel his cock after waiting for so long, but you decided to let him run the show. After that orgasm, you'd just about give him whatever he wanted.
He could sense your slight disappointment even as you crawled up towards his face, chuckling at your reaction. "Come on. Be patient, hm?"
You nodded despite your heart's desires, moving to straddle his face instead. It felt vulnerable being in this position above him, but you didn't really mind - that was until he started pulling you impossibly closer to his face.
Your hips twitched, unfamiliar with the change of position, how he tried to make you sit down on him fully. "Lix, this is fine. I don't want to, like... crush you."
Your face heated up when he chuckled, his hot breath fanning your cunt, enough to make you squirm. "You won't crush me. Just sit down. Trust me," he urged you, placing a kiss over one of the marks he'd left on your inner thigh.
He held a firm, comfortable grip on your hips, before moving his hands down to your thighs as soon as you found the courage to sit on his face. He wanted to keep you there, in case you lost confidence, too desperate to have you like this to risk you pulling away for even a second.
Your hips stuttered the second his mouth was on you again, already managing to be as wet as before and even more sensitive after coming once already. His tongue started licking you again, rolling against you first and then letting his lips envelop your pussy lips.
You were already moaning again, closing your eyes in pleasure and then taking in the sight of him eating you out from this position. Your fingers found his hair once more, tugging on the blonde strands when the pleasure became too overwhelming.
He kept you there, held still against his face as he got lost in the taste of you. He was sure he was seeing heaven at times, his hips grinding against the air uselessly while his nose nudged against your clit.
Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, unable to help how your hips seemed to chase his mouth, grinding against his face and throwing your head back.
You could hardly understand Felix when he spoke against you again, only focused on how the vibrations of his deep voice affected you, "So good... just like that... ride my face..."
And you did, whether on purpose or not, it didnt matter, because the pleasure had consumed you now. You weren't in control of your own body anymore, chasing the second orgasm that threatened to blow over you.
"G-gonna... gonna cum again- Felix!" you sobbed. The shred of dignity you had left tried to move off of him, but his hands kept you locked in place, mouth moving to suckle on your clit, letting you smother his face.
You almost fell over, riding his face as you came all over it. He caught your cum with his mouth, slurping it up just like before, like he had been parched for weeks.
You were a panting mess above him, eyes shut and head thrown back, still overwhelmed with pleasure even when his mouth pulled back for air.
Truthfully, Felix had been almost suffocated by your thighs and your sopping cunt. But he'd done it to himself. He didn't care about the lack of air as long as he had your cunt on his face. He panted beneath you, gauging your face from where he lay as he caught his breath.
But once he'd gotten enough air, and you still weren't over the orgasm, he went back in. I mean, your warm pussy was still right in his face - so tempting, almost begging for his attention. He just had to.
You practically flinched when his mouth met your cunt again, the only thing holding you steady being his hands that kept you in place. You tugged on his hair, like that would make him stop, but he only moaned against you at the feeling, the vibrations almost making you cry.
"F-Felix..! Felix, s-stop-. I-it's too much!" you choked out, body heaving as your knees gave out beneath you. You lost your balance and had to settle for holding yourself up against the mattress as Felix continued his assault on your cunt.
"Just one more... one more, baby... you can do it..." Again, his words came out muffled against you. But even if his mouth wasn't buried against your cunt, you weren't sure you'd be able to comprehend his words anyway with the waves of pleasure currently crashing down on you.
High-pitched sounds of agony or pleasure or both left your mouth, out of your control, and you weren't even fully aware of it, too far gone. Your hips twitched and thighs ached from the position he had you in, but all you felt was your next orgasm closing in on you, swirling around in the pit of your stomach.
The corners of your eyes stung with tears, barely able to catch your breath as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. But it was much more intense than before, your body tensing up as you came.
"L-Lix! Lix-! C-coming..!"
Felix groaned beneath you as you came, followed by even more of your juices when you squirted, soaking his face. Just then his own hips thrusted into the air, and at the feeling of your cum hitting his face, he came too, moaning against your cunt before pulling away to catch his breath.
It had been all he needed - he should be embarrassed, really, to have cum in his pants like this. But he wasn't - far from it. He didn't need anything other than being stuck between your thighs like this to get him off.
You hadn't even noticed him coming, gasping for air yourself, unsure of your surroundings as you crashed onto the mattress. Felix released your legs then, looking over at you to check if you were okay. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face as he rolled you onto your back, rubbing your sides affectionately.
Even with his face still dripping with your cum and his sweatpants soiled, he needed to check on you first.
"Hey, baby. Are you good?" he asked softly, watching as you still tried to catch your breath.
Your eyes fluttered open, and you could just about manage a nod and a quick look at his wet face. You groaned. "Did... did I seriously squirt on you?" You would've been more embarrassed if he hadn't just completely wrecked you.
He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, you did. It was amazing."
You groaned again, but he didn't pay it much mind, leaving for the bathroom instead. He came back with two glasses of water and a new pair of sweats for himself, his face dry now. And you were a little more conscious, to say the least.
"Thank you," you said when he handed you the glass, sitting up a little to drink from it. He kissed your cheek in response, taking a sip of his own glass before standing up to change into the sweatpants.
Your eyes widened, having just noticed the dark patch on the crotch part of them, making it obvious what had happened while he was busy pleasuring you. He noticed your staring and felt his face heat up despite himself. "I couldn't help it when you were moaning like that and... well, I think I'm gonna have to make you squirt like that every time. It was too good."
Somehow you were the one with a hot face now, and chose to drink from your glass to spare yourself the embarrassment. Even then, you found it hot how Felix had gotten off to pleasuring you. You surely didn't mind it.
He changed into the new sweatpants with his back turned to you, and you couldn't help but check him out from behind, enjoying the view for the few seconds it was there.
He sat down on the edge of the bed once fully changed, grabbing a wet cloth off the nightstand you hadn't even noticed before. You still felt a little delirious, that much was certain. He carefully spread your legs, wiping down your inner thighs and then your sensitive cunt, making sure you were fully clean. Once done, he set the cloth aside again.
You were both silent for a moment before he spoke up quietly, "It wasn't too much for you at the end, was it? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away..." He cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting yours for a second as he rested a hand on your waist, a silent comfort.
You managed a small smile, placing your hand over his before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed, kissing you back instantly, cupping your cheek. When you pulled back your eyes met his, still glistening from the aftermath of your intimacy.
"It was perfect. A little overwhelming, but I really enjoyed it, Lix. Did you?" You felt like you already had the answer to that but you were just making sure. You had to ask.
"Are you serious? That was the best thing I've ever done." His eyes widened enthusiastically, his hand clasping yours. You both just smiled at each other for a while, giddy about the new step in your relationship.
His phone dinged then, where it lay on the nightstand, and seeing who it was from, he grabbed the phone off the table. A small wince escaped him, scratching the back of his head before showing the text to you.
"Somebody isn't as happy as us, that's for sure..."
You looked at the text from Seungmin, grimacing at the screen;
Thanks for waking me up, totally won't be an awkward breakfast. Assholes -_-
i also cannot stop thinking about the man thats making everyone gay
bf!san x f!reader
content: morning intimacy, clingy!san, munch!san, san loves talking to his girl(not you 1% of the time), oral, fingering, strong armsmsm...
wc: 1.5k
thinking about san...
you hated to be one of those girls, but your boyfriend was heaven.
he feels like his bones were made to accommodate the slope of your hands along his neck and along his mountainous shoulders. you liked stirring swirls with the tips of your acrylics into his messy black hair in the morning.
the sun streams through the half-broken blinds of your apartment, blanketing san in a patterned ray of light. his gentle eyes closed sleepily, practically purring at the feel of your hands and your body warmth beneath him. you lie with your back against the headrest, pillows stuffed beneath your lower back, whilst san lounges comfortably with his head in your lap.
his big, soft hands hold your thighs together like a pillow he fears will iceberg beneath his ear. the comforter is thrown haphazardly over your bed, the fitted sheet lifting off the corners of the mattress. proof of a… busy night.
every time you all but shift beneath him, he grumbles and holds your thighs together. “move again, and i’ll lock your legs together.”
tempting, but you did not need to rile him up this early in the morning. san was much like a cat. cute, fickle. particular.
you wont sit still? he'll do something to help you to relax.
the fingers on your thighs splay wider as if to grab more of your flesh, and he turns his head and begins dusting the tops of your thighs with kisses.
“my sweet, pretty girl.” san murmurs against your skin, a teasing, pouty tone to it. this is how it starts. with buttering you up.
he moves the blanket so his broad shoulders are exposed to the gold morning light, the grey tanktop doing little to hide the proof of his hard work. he can almost feel the way your eyes laser in on his back, and he can't help but smile as his wandering hands move to slip your panties down your legs smoothly. his warm kisses never cease, sensual and promising.
your hands slip away from his hair in surprise, and he nearly throws a fit as he grumbles and grabs your wrists and brings them back to the top of his head. his hands are back on your body in no time, holding both sides of your waist as you might melt through his fingers and massaging your hips with that perfect amount of pressure.
the feeling evokes a content sight out of you, and you find your upper body stretching subconsciously.
“there we go, big stretch, babydoll. good morning to you too,” san teases you with that stomach-flipping grin, and you narrow your eyes to tease him back. he, however, drags his worked, big hands down your waist, along the curve of your hips, back down to your thighs, where he wastes no time in spreading your legs in a way that can only be described as greedily.
“i wanna say good morning to her too…” he growls very quietly under his breath, hastily pushing your thighs back and up against your stomach. “she's always so happy to see me.”
the evidence of “her excitement” is clear: strings of arousal that cling to your lips, spread nice and pretty from the way san holds your legs open. his hands travel along your outer thighs, up your sides, all the while his head lowers between your thighs, eager.
“you were excited first,” you attempt to retort, to resume some semblance of control. you knew you had none; you were so weak for him. and when his heated tongue lay flat against your cunt, and his thumbs pressed into your lower stomach, you had only been proven right.
he squeezed your body like a stress toy, the muscles in his back twitching with every register of your taste. he moaned, so prettily. his mouth moved slowly and deliberately. leisurely, open-mouth kisses. deep, wide licks and hungry swallows. anyone he could tell he was doing it 100% for you would know he was lying if they saw and heard the way san was making out with your pussy.
your head falls back against the headboard, the bones in your legs liquefying as your boyfriend eats breakfast.
“hello, beautiful,” he purrs into a suckling kiss against your clit, and you feel an overwhelming mix of emotions come over you. you grip his hair harder, and he bites his bottom lip with a grin and a laugh as he spits between your pussy lips.
shame, embarrassment, arousal that burned too bright, it ached low in your stomach. you hated it when he talked to your cunt. but the way your stomach tightened in response spoke volumes every time.
when he starts kneading your lower stomach, deep and slow like he was working knots out of you, and gently kitten licking right under your clit, you pull his hair so hard he hisses in pain.
“aww, baby, you’re making this so hard for me.” san pouts and one of his hands lightly smacks your stomach. “i'm tryna keep you clean, but you won't stop dripping all over the sheets, always so messy!”
you sniffle and moan, one of his hands falling away from your waist and slithering between your legs, gathering the stickiness he's pulled out of you all over his middle fingers.
your body twitches at the new touch, and san moans long and low around your clit as he slides his fingers knuckle deep inside you, quick to scrape against that spot, and stars were bursting at the back of your skull.
“d-oh fuck… s-san, mmm…” your words dissolved into mindless, blissful pleasure. a horny smile spreads across your lips as san pushes his fingers deeper into your cunt.
“my gorgeous, sloppy girl.” san slurs against your pussy, his eyebrows furrowing as he eats you like he was imagining it was your lips. his eyes close and his hand squeezes tighter, his thumb presses deeper. his fingers curl harder inside of you, his tongue turns merciless against your clit, and his moans drag feelings out of you that should be illegal.
for some reason, you just could not take it this morning; it all felt so intense for some unknown reason. your hips bucked against his mouth, his fingers repeatedly caught on the ridge inside of you, and your legs began to shake.
san pouts and clicks his tongue out of pity, moving his fingers in deep, wavelike strokes that made your throat feel like somebody was trying to pull it out of you through your stomach. “aww, babydoll, you’re shuddering. it feels so wrong when you cum without me kissing you.”
this is true. he loves to drink your noises when you cum, feel the warmth of your teeth as you shatter on his dick, fingers, abs… etc. he would normally abandon the meal and just finger you until you snap, but, god. he couldn't stay away from your pussy.
warm and sweet and wet. your plush thighs hugging his ears like muffs. your nails against his scalp like a reminder of how he makes you feel. he frowns, like some innocent, wronged cat whose tail you’ve stepped on. but the way his fingers curl and the way he kisses your clit tell different stories.
the hand still holding your waist, and effortlessly your body against the bed, lands another slap against your stomach, and your limbs jerk.
“c’mon, let go, sweet girl. cum. it'll feel so good if you do, and it’ll make me sooo happy,” and he really couldn’t help himself at this point. his lips suction to your clit one last time, pulling away with a wet pop, wasting no time and lifting himself and swallowing your parted lips in a heavy kiss.
his fingers fucked you faster, his thumb moving up to circle your slick clit in place of his unfair mouth. he nibbles your bottom lip with a grin and kisses you so deep with a desire to take you can’t find your breath.
“don't you wanna make me happy, babydoll?” he practically begs into your mouth, and everything inside of you screams to make your heaven of a boyfriend happy. you cum so hard you would’ve thought he was fucking you.
then again, that's how it is with san every single time, and you still haven't gotten tired of it. he just knows what to do, so assertive, so caring, such a man.
coming down from your high, your grip onto his tanktop and bury your face into his neck, huffing and puffing, whining softly as his fingers slowly circle inside of you, working it out as he whispers praises in your ear.
you breathe in the smell of his cologne from the day before, and it makes your stomach tingle. vanilla, whiskey, patchouli, something so intoxicating it's hypnotic. the sun paints his tanned skin a radiant gold, and suddenly you get overwhelmed with the urge to bite him.
you do. he complains with a return bite to your shoulder, and you moan in response. he pauses and licks the bite and smiles, squeezing your waist with anticipation.
you’ve riled him up again.
btw the fragrance im refrencing is nightclubbing by celine. he mentioned he wore it in an interview one time and im a huge fragrance nerd and the notes are so sexy
Synopsis: Felix, your sweet golden retriever boyfriend, has always been gentle with you, slow-paced, patient. But once he's certain you're ready, he finally loosens the reins on his restraint.
-or: Felix eats you out until your brain is nothing but mush and you've made a mess of his face.
Details: Felix x fem!reader, fluff, smut- cunnilingus, overstimulation, face sitting, forced orgasm (sort of), squirting, thigh kink (?), love bites, hickeys, Felix cums in his pants. wc: 5.1k
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The room went quiet as soon as the question had left Jisung's lips.
"What's the kinkiest thing you and Felix have done in bed?"
In all truth, the four of you - Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and yourself - had gotten a bit drunk, just hanging out after their dance practice ended. You'd just been waiting for Felix, really, but somehow it ended up being the four of you and a couple of beers. Even Felix indulged in one, which surprised you, as that was usually not his thing. But it was all in good fun.
However, even with the light buzz of the alcohol in your system, the question left you flustered. Even though it wasn't completely out of the blue, as Seungmin and Jisung were just having a discussion about the best sex position, you still hadn't expected the question directed at you.
In one smooth motion, Felix squeezed your thigh where his hand already rested, catching your attention. He gave you a look, you don't have to answer, not wording it out loud as he knew you could make up your mind for yourself. You didn't need his input, but he still let you know he was there.
You eyed the table for a moment, cheeks hot whether from the beer or the question or both, you weren't sure. You and Felix hadn't exactly been intimate yet. Your relationship was still new, and you both agreed you'd take it slow, build up your connection more, even if you were already completely infatuated with each other.
What you hadn't let him know yet was how desperate you were to take that step further. And what you didn't know was how he felt the exact same way, but didn't tell you in case it put unnecessary pressure on you to do something you weren't ready for.
Oh, he had no idea.
You chose not to feel awkward about the question, didn't feel embarrassed about the lack of sex you'd been having. It was a choice and one you were completely fine with. "You'd have to ask Felix."
You decided to give the ball to Felix, to let him decide how much he wanted to tell his band members about your nonexistent sex lives. You took another sip of your beer, glancing over at him.
The corner of his mouth twitched up as he ran his thumb across your inner thigh. You almost spat out your beer at that, tingles spreading all throughout your body. Sometimes you weren't sure he knew what kind of effect he had on you.
Felix put his hands up in defence, his eyes dark under the dim light. "A man... doesn't kiss and tell."
He laughed at the groan Jisung let out, while Seungmin only smiled, taking another sip of his beer in quiet amusement.
Later on, when the dorm was quiet, Jisung having left and Seungmin gone to bed, you were brushing your teeth with Felix after changing into your pyjamas.
You couldn't help but eye him, still a little tipsy from the beers and admiring his features more than usual. From every day that went by, you just seemed to fall more and more in love with him.
When you both got under the covers and Felix kissed you goodnight, expecting to fall asleep, you grabbed his wrist gently to catch his attention. "Lix," you whispered, biting your lip, hesitating.
He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, his features calm and relaxed. He could sense your hesitation and turned his face fully towards you, urging you to continue by making sure you knew you had his attention.
"Yes?"
You pursed your lips, looking into his eyes while your heart raced in your chest. God, why were you even freaking out about this? It was just Felix. But still, you felt vulnerable having to say the words out loud. The couple of beers you had consumed gave you that extra confidence to speak.
"You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should take our relationship a little further..." You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for his reaction. He looked a little confused. Even though he tried to understand you, he needed you to be a bit more specific. So you let out a small breath, somehow speaking even lower than before. "You know... more than making out."
He stilled a little, you could feel it, and it immediately made you overthink, silly as you were.
"Not because I don't enjoy just making out! I know we said we'd take it slow but... I'm just... really... horny."
He was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. You had no idea how much your confession had made his heart clench with adoration. He didn't even know how you could say something like that and still be so cute.
He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm, are you a little drunk, baby? If so, I'd rather have this talk tomorrow. Not that I'm not listening; I certainly am." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Your face warmed at his response. I mean, you were a little tipsy, but this had been something that had been on your mind for a while. But even through your stubbornness you could see his point; it'd be better to bring something like this up when you were completely sober and sure.
You pursed your lips. "Yes, I'm a little tipsy... but this has been something that's been on my mind for a while, seriously! I mean, of course only if you're ready, too. To take things further." You made your voice clearer this time, making sure he understood this was more than just the beer talking.
And he did look a little more thoughtful this time, a small glint flashing in his eyes. Thinking about finally taking things further with you made his own desperation rise up and his cock twitch in his sweatpants. But he remained calm, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.
"Alright... If you're sure you're ready, then so am I. I just don't want to pressure you," he said honestly, and before you had the chance to speak again, he continued, "But we'll still talk about this tomorrow, okay? Get some rest, angel."
He pulled you to his chest, and you definitely didn't protest. He was nice and warm and, well, the beers were making you quite sleepy. You hummed, sinking into his embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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You woke up to the familiar feeling of a nose nudging against your neck and hair tickling your skin. The faint sound of Felix's soft breathing filled your ears along with the chirping of birds outside. You had the window slightly ajar these days, seeing as it was getting hotter outside. It was a peaceful atmosphere to wake up in.
You felt surprisingly refreshed, but was less surprised by it when you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already afternoon. You'd slept for so long... but it had felt so good. And it was Felix's day off, so for once it was allowed.
You looked down at him when he moved and realised then that he was already awake, greeting you with a smile on his face, his hair showcasing how well he'd slept. At least half as well as you.
"Good morning, angel," he said, his voice a delicious raspiness that somehow made it even deeper. You'd never not enjoy waking up to that.
You smiled back, forgetting all about your phone and instead nuzzling into his warmth, counting the freckles on his face. "You're the angel here... Why didn't you wake me? It's so late now, and it's your day off!"
You didn't want to spend all day in bed with him when it was his only day off in a while... Though maybe that's what he preferred, seeing as he worked so hard these days.
He stretched out, the action making it hard for you to hold back your cuteness aggression towards him. He rubbed his eyes, rolling over to lay on his back.
"I only just woke up, right before you," he explained, reaching over to cup your hand in his as he checked his phone. He'd probably only just mustered up the energy to do so.
You lay there, just basking in the afternoon light while Felix answered some messages, quietly holding hands. After a while, he put his phone away and focused his attention on you again, resting on his side.
"Do you remember what you told me last night? Before we went to bed," he asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.
You didn't for a moment, feeling a little sheepish now that it was morning, and you weren't as confident as you had been last night. But he somehow always found a way to make you immune to embarrassment when it came to expressing yourself.
"...Yes."
"Do you still mean it?"
You met his eyes then, still soft, still gentle as they always were. There was nothing in them that told you not to be sure of your answer, and so you were. You were sure of what you wanted.
"Yes, I still mean it."
He nodded, rubbing his chin as if lost in his own thoughts for a moment, "You're sure?"
You let out a small chuckle, your lips curling upwards at his questioning. Oh, you were definitely sure. "Yes, I'm sure, Felix. The only thing stopping me would be if you didn't want to take things further."
He nodded again, still rubbing his chin, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gentle, not rushed, not letting you in on what was going on in his head. Just the same sweet Felix as always.
Then he pulled away, meeting your eyes. "Then... can I go down on you?"
He looked almost relieved to utter the words, his eyes big and boba-like, and he was nearly pouting. What you hadn't known all this time was how much he'd been thinking about it; finally eating you out. Sure, having sex with you was on his mind a lot, too, but there was nothing quite as arousing as the thought of finally tasting you. He already knew you'd taste exquisite, no doubt there.
Your mouth formed an 'o', a little taken aback by his question. Or rather, his face when he asked it. He looked so innocent, and he was, in your head, innocent. But then the memory of him beneath you while you were making out with him on his lap flashed before your eyes, the small whimpers and touchy hands despite how much he tried to hold them back. Then him having to use the bathroom ten minutes after you'd decided to stop, because he was still so hard in his pants, but would never vocalise it - wouldn't want to rush you.
Truly, you did not understand how much of a pervert he actually was. Not yet, anyway. He was good at hiding it.
He let you process his question because he knew he was being forward, but he didn't take it back either, didn't rush you to answer. He let it hang in the air for as long as you needed.
You swallowed the lump in your throat that had kept you from speaking, all shy eyes and lip-biting.
"Yeah, that's- I mean, if you want to..."
"But do you want me to?"
You glanced at his lips, thought of his tongue and how it'd feel on your cunt. Fuck, you wanted it. So much. "Yes. Definitely."
Felix smiled, his hand snaking down to your thigh to pull you closer and move himself between your legs. You couldn't see it from this angle, but he was already embarrassingly hard at the thought of eating you out. He'd been thinking of it all morning.
He squeezed your thigh. "Then can I taste you now, baby?"
His voice was deeper, clouded by the arousal he felt already, infecting you as it sent a thrill between your legs, where he was posed up. You nodded, watching him as he shuffled backwards on his knees until he had both of his arms hooked under your knees, face so close to your clothed core already. It was a little intrusive, but you just about held back the urge to hide behind your hands.
His thumbs rubbed over the part of your thighs that wasn't covered by your night shorts. "Say it out loud. I need to hear you say the words. Tell me I can have a taste."
His coaxing, almost pleading words made your core throb with need. Just the way he looked up at you from between your legs had you aching for more.
"Please, Lix. Put your mouth on me," you breathed out, almost unable to fully get the words out.
His smile would've been almost reassuring had it not been for the obvious excitement on his face, his fingers slowly tracing upwards until they reached the hem of your shorts.
Slowly, he slid them down your legs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, making sure you felt safe. But once your panties were on display for him, he moved his gaze there, almost moaning at the sight of the soft cotton material.
"God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to make you feel good, angel. I've been waiting for so long."
His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subconsciously pulling you closer to his mouth where his hands held you in place. Your legs tensed up when his tongue darted out, rolling along your soft skin, followed by the gentle nibble of his teeth, marking you.
Feeling his mouth so close to your core and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your thighs made your cunt sob for more. But it was even worse when his face got close enough that his nose nudged against the fabric of your panties while he pressed kisses to your thighs, until he at last pressed a kiss over your sopping cunt. You let out a small whine, laying your head back against the pillow, because watching him do that was making you lose your mind.
He mouthed at your panties, wetting them more than they already were from your arousal, letting out small moans against you. The vibrations made pleasure bloom where you needed it most, your legs closing together around his head on instinct.
"Lix... mm- feels good," you hummed, trying to keep your voice down. You felt a little embarrassed when you made any noises, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, even if you had been wanting it so badly.
He continued to mouth at you through your panties, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the material, imagining the real deal beneath it. His grip on your thighs tightened only when you were about to squeeze his head completely, gently pulling them apart again.
"Then keep your legs apart, okay? I want to take my time with you," he hummed, meeting your eyes for just a second before putting all of his focus on your cunt again. He looked almost mesmerised, hungry. And when you saw that look in his eyes, you chose to shut up and lay back down. You wanted to see him get carried away, like he seemed to have been wanting for as long as you.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs and exposing you to him fully. He hummed, gently placing your slick underwear beside you on the bed before lying down on his stomach, face lined up with your cunt.
He licked his lips as he took you in, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. You felt shy under his hungry gaze, but you stayed still, wanting to see what he would do.
After looking at you for a long moment, he finally put his mouth on you, his lips softly pressing against your wet cunt, almost like he was making out with you. You hummed, shutting your eyes for a second as you took in the feeling of his soft lips on such a sensitive part of your body.
He moved slowly at first, just kissing you there at his own pace before licking a stripe through your walls. You squealed then, hand reaching down to hold onto something. His hand came up, meeting yours without taking his mouth off of you, gradually gaining a pace with his tongue shoving into your cunt.
You bit your lip to try and silence the sounds that threatened to escape you, squeezing his hand while your hips bucked up for more. He let out a low moan against you, slurping up everything you gave to him, getting lost in the taste of you.
"You taste so good... so sweet..." he mumbled against you, his hair brushing against your thighs as his head bobbed slightly. You whined at his words, only to be broken off by a moan when his free hand reached up and his thumb pressed tight circles over your clit.
You cried out then, not even aware of your whimpers and moans as pleasure overtook you. You were so close to coming, it was embarrassing. It had just been so long since you'd been touched, even by yourself, and all this built-up tension with Felix left you so sensitive and desperate.
"A-ah, Felix..! I'm so close-" You interrupted yourself with a shuddering moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he continued to thrust his tongue into you, and his finger kept moving so flawlessly against your clit.
He groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips against the mattress as he had been doing since he got comfortable there. His cock ached in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum that would surely stain them. But he didn't care. He needed more of you.
"Cum for me... Please cum... Let me taste it, please baby." His words were muffled against your cunt, but it didn't matter once you finally felt your orgasm wash over you.
You let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your hips twitched against his face. Your hand moved from his to grip his hair tightly instead, tugging lightly at the strands. He kept licking over you, using his mouth to its best ability while he felt your walls gush around his tongue. He sucked up the arousal and cum you gave to him, licked you clean until your legs twitched around his head from overstimulation.
He pulled back, completely out of breath, your slick lining his lips as he looked up at you. You met his eyes almost deliriously, still coming down from the high he just gave you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you, unable to help himself as he let out a small chuckle. He moved to rest on his knees between your legs again, kissing you with your slick still on his lips.
"I'd ask if you felt good but... given your sounds, I'll assume the answer is yes," he spoke lowly against your lips, teasing you a little. You whined, but didn't really care all that much - not when he'd just made you feel that good.
"Was I that loud?"
He thought it over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's just hope Seungmin isn't home."
Before you could think on that too much, like he knew you would, he lay down on the bed, looking over at you with an almost expectant smile.
"Come here, baby."
You looked at him for a moment, aware of your half-nakedness now that the orgasm had washed away, before scooting over to him. He placed his hands on your hips, settling you over his lap while he got comfortable against the pillows, like he hadn't just eaten you out so obsessively seconds ago.
You could feel how hard he was beneath you, his cock poking up through his sweatpants right against your bare cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively grinding down against him, to which he stilled your hips with a pained groan. Your brows furrowed slightly.
"No, baby... I just want to focus on you right now. Sit on my face," he practically moaned, hands already trying to manoeuvre your body upwards.
You were almost a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to feel his cock after waiting for so long, but you decided to let him run the show. After that orgasm, you'd just about give him whatever he wanted.
He could sense your slight disappointment even as you crawled up towards his face, chuckling at your reaction. "Come on. Be patient, hm?"
You nodded despite your heart's desires, moving to straddle his face instead. It felt vulnerable being in this position above him, but you didn't really mind - that was until he started pulling you impossibly closer to his face.
Your hips twitched, unfamiliar with the change of position, how he tried to make you sit down on him fully. "Lix, this is fine. I don't want to, like... crush you."
Your face heated up when he chuckled, his hot breath fanning your cunt, enough to make you squirm. "You won't crush me. Just sit down. Trust me," he urged you, placing a kiss over one of the marks he'd left on your inner thigh.
He held a firm, comfortable grip on your hips, before moving his hands down to your thighs as soon as you found the courage to sit on his face. He wanted to keep you there, in case you lost confidence, too desperate to have you like this to risk you pulling away for even a second.
Your hips stuttered the second his mouth was on you again, already managing to be as wet as before and even more sensitive after coming once already. His tongue started licking you again, rolling against you first and then letting his lips envelop your pussy lips.
You were already moaning again, closing your eyes in pleasure and then taking in the sight of him eating you out from this position. Your fingers found his hair once more, tugging on the blonde strands when the pleasure became too overwhelming.
He kept you there, held still against his face as he got lost in the taste of you. He was sure he was seeing heaven at times, his hips grinding against the air uselessly while his nose nudged against your clit.
Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, unable to help how your hips seemed to chase his mouth, grinding against his face and throwing your head back.
You could hardly understand Felix when he spoke against you again, only focused on how the vibrations of his deep voice affected you, "So good... just like that... ride my face..."
And you did, whether on purpose or not, it didnt matter, because the pleasure had consumed you now. You weren't in control of your own body anymore, chasing the second orgasm that threatened to blow over you.
"G-gonna... gonna cum again- Felix!" you sobbed. The shred of dignity you had left tried to move off of him, but his hands kept you locked in place, mouth moving to suckle on your clit, letting you smother his face.
You almost fell over, riding his face as you came all over it. He caught your cum with his mouth, slurping it up just like before, like he had been parched for weeks.
You were a panting mess above him, eyes shut and head thrown back, still overwhelmed with pleasure even when his mouth pulled back for air.
Truthfully, Felix had been almost suffocated by your thighs and your sopping cunt. But he'd done it to himself. He didn't care about the lack of air as long as he had your cunt on his face. He panted beneath you, gauging your face from where he lay as he caught his breath.
But once he'd gotten enough air, and you still weren't over the orgasm, he went back in. I mean, your warm pussy was still right in his face - so tempting, almost begging for his attention. He just had to.
You practically flinched when his mouth met your cunt again, the only thing holding you steady being his hands that kept you in place. You tugged on his hair, like that would make him stop, but he only moaned against you at the feeling, the vibrations almost making you cry.
"F-Felix..! Felix, s-stop-. I-it's too much!" you choked out, body heaving as your knees gave out beneath you. You lost your balance and had to settle for holding yourself up against the mattress as Felix continued his assault on your cunt.
"Just one more... one more, baby... you can do it..." Again, his words came out muffled against you. But even if his mouth wasn't buried against your cunt, you weren't sure you'd be able to comprehend his words anyway with the waves of pleasure currently crashing down on you.
High-pitched sounds of agony or pleasure or both left your mouth, out of your control, and you weren't even fully aware of it, too far gone. Your hips twitched and thighs ached from the position he had you in, but all you felt was your next orgasm closing in on you, swirling around in the pit of your stomach.
The corners of your eyes stung with tears, barely able to catch your breath as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. But it was much more intense than before, your body tensing up as you came.
"L-Lix! Lix-! C-coming..!"
Felix groaned beneath you as you came, followed by even more of your juices when you squirted, soaking his face. Just then his own hips thrusted into the air, and at the feeling of your cum hitting his face, he came too, moaning against your cunt before pulling away to catch his breath.
It had been all he needed - he should be embarrassed, really, to have cum in his pants like this. But he wasn't - far from it. He didn't need anything other than being stuck between your thighs like this to get him off.
You hadn't even noticed him coming, gasping for air yourself, unsure of your surroundings as you crashed onto the mattress. Felix released your legs then, looking over at you to check if you were okay. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face as he rolled you onto your back, rubbing your sides affectionately.
Even with his face still dripping with your cum and his sweatpants soiled, he needed to check on you first.
"Hey, baby. Are you good?" he asked softly, watching as you still tried to catch your breath.
Your eyes fluttered open, and you could just about manage a nod and a quick look at his wet face. You groaned. "Did... did I seriously squirt on you?" You would've been more embarrassed if he hadn't just completely wrecked you.
He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, you did. It was amazing."
You groaned again, but he didn't pay it much mind, leaving for the bathroom instead. He came back with two glasses of water and a new pair of sweats for himself, his face dry now. And you were a little more conscious, to say the least.
"Thank you," you said when he handed you the glass, sitting up a little to drink from it. He kissed your cheek in response, taking a sip of his own glass before standing up to change into the sweatpants.
Your eyes widened, having just noticed the dark patch on the crotch part of them, making it obvious what had happened while he was busy pleasuring you. He noticed your staring and felt his face heat up despite himself. "I couldn't help it when you were moaning like that and... well, I think I'm gonna have to make you squirt like that every time. It was too good."
Somehow you were the one with a hot face now, and chose to drink from your glass to spare yourself the embarrassment. Even then, you found it hot how Felix had gotten off to pleasuring you. You surely didn't mind it.
He changed into the new sweatpants with his back turned to you, and you couldn't help but check him out from behind, enjoying the view for the few seconds it was there.
He sat down on the edge of the bed once fully changed, grabbing a wet cloth off the nightstand you hadn't even noticed before. You still felt a little delirious, that much was certain. He carefully spread your legs, wiping down your inner thighs and then your sensitive cunt, making sure you were fully clean. Once done, he set the cloth aside again.
You were both silent for a moment before he spoke up quietly, "It wasn't too much for you at the end, was it? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away..." He cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting yours for a second as he rested a hand on your waist, a silent comfort.
You managed a small smile, placing your hand over his before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed, kissing you back instantly, cupping your cheek. When you pulled back your eyes met his, still glistening from the aftermath of your intimacy.
"It was perfect. A little overwhelming, but I really enjoyed it, Lix. Did you?" You felt like you already had the answer to that but you were just making sure. You had to ask.
"Are you serious? That was the best thing I've ever done." His eyes widened enthusiastically, his hand clasping yours. You both just smiled at each other for a while, giddy about the new step in your relationship.
His phone dinged then, where it lay on the nightstand, and seeing who it was from, he grabbed the phone off the table. A small wince escaped him, scratching the back of his head before showing the text to you.
"Somebody isn't as happy as us, that's for sure..."
You looked at the text from Seungmin, grimacing at the screen;
Thanks for waking me up, totally won't be an awkward breakfast. Assholes -_-
Pairing: Boyfriends!Yunsangi x Fem!Reader
Tags/warnings: no smut, pure fluffy stuff, some adult language, just yunho, san, and mingi being the best and goofy boyfriends, fem petnames, purely fictional stuff
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