pairing: ot8 ateez x f!reader
a/n: i've had this in my docs for months. oops and i rarely post, sorry for any errors, i didnt really do any revision. some parts i may have gotten a little lazy, lets ignore that.
he would be breathless, his hands placed loosely on your hips as you bounce on him at your own pace. hongjoong would be leaning back against the studio couch, as he lazily looks at your figure, just at the sight of you he wants nothing more to pound into you. wanting to make you a whimpering, crying mess. but alas he refrained from doing so and letting you use him as you please. the small studio echoed the sound of skin slapping and squelching noise of your mixed arousal. he was so thankful the walls were soundproof. “like how it feels baby?” he hisses as you clenched around him. “you just love using me as your fucktoy, dontcha?” letting out a dry laugh. you couldn't speak coherently as the pressure was building up in your stomach. he saw you were close and brought one of his hands to your puffy cunt, thumb drawing circles around your clit. it caused you to jolt and open your eyes, looking directly at hongjoong, he smirked, “c’mon, i know you can milk me so good.”
the room was dimly lit, a warm and cozy ambiance as rain trickled and tapped onto the windows of seonghwas room. you came over to spend some quality time with him but it seemed like seonghwa had other plans in mind. he leaned against the head of the bed, hands firm on your waist as he guided you up and down onto his length. the pace was slow but everytime you sank down onto him, it always seemed to hit the right spot. making you have to hold onto his shoulders for support, it made your mind foggy with all the pleasure that's running through you, sighs of content fell from your lips. “you’re taking me so well baby” he would moan into your ear, pulling you closer till there was no space between you two. as you continued to bounce on him, as you bottomed out. you began to grind your hips against each time you sank down, it made seonghwa hold on you tighten along with the most prettiest noises to fall from his lips, “keep doing that and just watch how i fill you up”
the hardwood floors felt a bit rough on your knees, you knew you’d be bruised up by the next morning but that didn’t matter right now. your pace was quick and steady, trying to get you two off quickly before anyone walks in. you came to drop off some lunch for yunho as he was practicing some choreography, he was clearly frustrated as he couldn’t perfect a move. when you walked in with a bag of food, it was immediately forgotten and thrown to the floor as yunho within seconds was in front of you, attaching his lips to yours. which brought you here, your thighs burned from keeping up with the quick pace but the feeling of yunho's long length filling you in all the right spots of your gummy walls overweighed that pain. “fuck, you feel so good around me, keep moving like that baby.” he crooned, one hand placed on your waist and the other caressing your bare breast. you moaned, mouth hung open as you couldn’t give him a proper response. the sound of skin slapping filled the dance room. yunho held you close, picking up the pace “gonna stuff you full of my cum, yea?”
you and yeosang would workout regularly together, for him it was arms and chest today and for you it was leg day. on this particular day you wore relatively short shorts. everything was going good till he saw you do your squat reps. he immediately stopped what he was doing and put his undivided attention towards you. all he could think of you bouncing on him, stuffing you with his cock. his loose sweats seemed to feel tighter with every passing second. it was to a point he could no longer handle it, he grabbed you and immediately took you home. the second you got home he stripped you, rather than you working out at the gym, you worked on him instead. the bouncing on his cock, at a quick steady pace burned your thighs more than any other workout you could do. “you were driving me insane back there, pretty.” yeosang moaned, you both were sweaty, hair sticking to one another's foreheads. you leaned back, placing your hands on his strong thighs as support. every time he would bottom out at this angle he would hit a different spot that made you roll your eyes back, not only was it a new sensation for you but also yeosang. your walls felt tighter around him, feeling you flutter as well made him let out a breathy moan, his lower abdomen tightening as he felt close to his peak. he brought his hand down to rub tight circles on your swollen clit, “keep going, cum with me, jagiya.”
he couldnt wait a moment more. after a dinner with his family, san couldnt stop thinking about how tenderly you were with the children in his family. which is how you were now, skin slapping against each other in an empty parking lot. the car shook with every movement made. the two of you were sweating, the heat compacted as it made the windows fog up. your dress was hiked up, breasts spilling out from the top, bouncing up and down with each movement you did as you rode him. “you have no idea what you do to me jagi.” san pants into your ear as he plays with your breasts, pinching your hardened nipples. you could only moan in response to him. both your bodies were sweaty and sticky, his lids were heavy, admiring you through his thick lashes, cheeks flushed a rosy tint. every time you sunk down onto san he would stretch you out deliciously, making you let out the most beautiful sounds that san could only hear. though, he couldn’t bare it anymore and needed to take control, be able to fill you to the brim with his seed. he gripped tightly onto your hips, making you halt your movements. which made you whine from the lack of friction. before you could blink you were flipped onto your back placing you into some form of a mating press—from the lack of space in the car. “i’m going to stuff you so full of my seed, so your belly swells with my baby.”
it happens every time, every stop of the tour. mingi always has a high after performing; an adrenaline that turns him on. immediately after performing their final song and saying his goodbyes he practically runs to were you wait for him. wanting to congratulate him for his hard work—he has other things in mind. he gets a hold of your hand, dragging you through the halls and finding an empty dressing room. his pants were just above his knees, legs spread out as you rode him fast. your skirt lifted up your waist, you would slip him out fully to then sink down on him. his thick cock would stretch you out making you let out a whiny moan. no matter how many times you rode him you still had a hard time adjusting to his size. “god your’re so fucking tight” he growled, he loved seeing you like this; taking him whole in your tight cunt. it wrapped around him so deliciously, seeing you swallow him was more than enough for him to cum right on the spot but he refrained wanting to enjoy this a little longer. the slapping sounds echoed the room, your eyes were closed shut as you focused to ride him, hardly having any time to prep yourself, mingi let you a dark chuckle seeing you fall apart on his fat cock. “open your eyes baby, i wanna see your face as i wreck you.”
it was a free day for wooyoung from his hectic schedule and he decided to spend it with you baking. but it wasn’t long before you guys began to mess around by throwing flour at one another, which then led to one thing after the other. now the two of you were on the kitchen floor, you bouncing on wooyoung. flour covered each others faces and bodies. on the side of him was a bowl of buttercream, he brought two fingers into the bowl, bringing it to your breast and smearing it around your areola. he leans down to wrap his mouth around the cream, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. you let out a whimper as you feel him around your bud and as you slide up and down his length. once he is done lapping everything up he lets go of your breast with a pop, “mm so sweet.” he begins to grab more of the sweet buttercream, dragging it along the top of your breast, up to your collarbone, neck to the corner of your mouth. wooyoung would lick his way up till he attached himself to your lips, where you could taste the sweet buttercream he lapped up. you both moan in unison as you grind down onto him. “fuck, we should bake more often.”
it was a quiet night in with jongho, you guys decided on doing a movie night. you both finally agreed on a film that recently came out back in the states. with your arms wrapped around his and your head laying on his shoulder. it wasnt till a sex scene came on, causing you feel heat and slightly shift. it turned you on, not because of the people but of the act, thinking that it was you and jongho. you look up at jongho who was looking intently at the scene, his breathing seemed shallow. thats how you came to be with you bouncing on jongho, the movie completely forgotten. his hands were gripping your ass, guiding you with your movements. your moans and his groans filled the living room, muffling the sound of the tv. you felt yourself closer to your climax and began to pick up the pace, the sound of slapping skin became louder. your walls began to twitch around him, making him let out a low moan, “fuck, you’re close baby.” one of his hands loosened his grip on you, lifting his hand and immediately bringing contact with your ass with a ‘smack’. you let out a yelp but the sting felt so good, your hands grips his arms tightly. letting out more whines and moans, you were very close to your peak, “c’mon baby, cum on my cock.”
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