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𝐬𝐤𝐳 ౨ৎ "don’t look at me like that”

—the room is quiet… but not peaceful. it’s the kind of silence that feels heavy, like the air already knows what’s about to happen.

𝓟airing::skz x reader

𝓖enre::smut, tension, romance,pure PWP

𝓦arnings::Creampie, dominant energy,unprotected sex,overstimulation,multiple orgasms,edging e begging,dom/Sub,riding kink humiliation kink,noona kinkbreast sucking,choking,hair pulling, slapping,light degradation + heavy praise,brat taming

𝓐/n ::I’m only writing fics in this aesthetic from now on because I loved it 🤍

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𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom walls, painting everything in warm amber and deep black. Bang Chan sat against the headboard, shirtless, his broad shoulders tense with the kind of restraint only he could maintain for so long. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the faint outline of his hardening cock already visible beneath the fabric. He watched you with dark, focused eyes — the responsible leader, the one who always stayed in control.

“You sure about this, baby?” he asked, voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. His hands rested on your thighs as you straddled him, but he wasn’t gripping hard. Not yet. “We can go slow. I don’t want to rush you.”

You smiled down at him, fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath your palm. He was trying so hard to be careful, to set the pace, to make sure everything stayed safe and measured. That was Chan — always observing, always calculating, always the one in charge.

But tonight, you wanted something different.

You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear. “I don’t want slow, Chan. I want you.”

Before he could respond, you reached between your bodies and freed his cock from his sweatpants. He was already rock hard, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with precum. A sharp inhale escaped him as your fingers wrapped around his length, stroking slowly from base to tip.

“Fuck…” he breathed, jaw clenching. His hands flexed on your thighs, fighting the urge to take over. “You’re going to kill me like this.”

You positioned yourself over him, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds. You were soaked — dripping with need after teasing him for the past twenty minutes. Chan’s eyes darkened as he watched the way your wetness coated him, his breathing growing heavier.

“Baby, wait — condom—” he started, always the responsible one.

You shook your head, sinking down just enough for the tip to stretch your entrance. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you.”

A deep groan tore from his throat as you lowered yourself further, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was delicious, filling you completely until your ass met his thighs. Chan’s head fell back against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut, veins standing out on his neck from the sheer effort of staying still.

“Shit… you’re so tight,” he rasped, voice strained. “So fucking wet for me.”

You stayed there for a moment, letting yourself adjust to his size, feeling every thick vein and ridge inside you. Then you began to move.

Slow at first — rolling your hips in deliberate circles, grinding down so your clit rubbed against his pelvis with every motion. Chan’s hands slid up to your waist, gripping firmly, but he let you set the pace. His eyes were locked on where your bodies joined, watching his cock disappear inside your pussy again and again.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and encouraging, still trying to maintain control. “Take what you need, love. I’ve got you.”

But you wanted more.

You planted your hands on his chest for leverage and started riding him harder. Faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his ragged breathing. Your tits bounced with every downward thrust, and Chan’s gaze burned as he watched them, one hand moving up to cup and squeeze one breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “So beautiful riding my cock like this.”

You leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot deep inside you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as pleasure shot through your body. Chan’s hips twitched upward instinctively, driving himself deeper, but he caught himself, forcing his body to stay still.

“Don’t hold back,” you whispered against his mouth before kissing him hard. “I want all of you.”

That seemed to crack something in him.

His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. His kisses grew hungry, tongue sliding against yours as you kept riding him, faster now, your pussy clenching around his thick length with every bounce.

“God, you feel incredible,” he growled between kisses, voice dropping even lower. “So wet… so warm… squeezing me so fucking tight.”

You sat up straighter, hands braced on his shoulders, and began bouncing properly — long, deep strokes that made his cock slam into you repeatedly. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him echoed loudly. Chan’s abs flexed beneath you, his breathing turning into heavy pants.

He was losing control. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way sweat beaded on his forehead, the way his hips started meeting yours halfway despite his efforts to stay still.

“Baby… slow down,” he tried, even as his voice cracked. “I’m supposed to— fuck — I’m supposed to take care of you.”

You smiled down at him, grinding down hard and rolling your hips in tight circles. “Then take care of me by letting me fuck you until you can’t think straight.”

A broken moan left his lips. His head fell back again, exposing the strong column of his throat. You leaned down and sucked on his neck, biting gently, and that was it.

Chan’s control finally shattered.

With a deep, guttural growl, his hands grabbed your ass hard, fingers spreading your cheeks as he started thrusting up into you with raw power. The bed creaked violently under the force. He fucked you from below like a man starved, hips snapping up to meet every downward bounce you made.

“Fuck… fuck, you win,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Ride me. Use me. Take everything.”

You moaned loudly, the new intensity making your walls flutter around him. His cock was so deep, hitting places that made stars explode behind your eyes. You kept riding him through it, thighs burning, but the pleasure was too good to stop.

Chan’s eyes were half-lidded, dark with lust, watching you with something close to reverence and desperation. One of his hands moved between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.

“Come on, baby,” he urged, voice rough. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel you.”

The combination of his thumb on your clit and his thick cock stretching you pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as you cried out his name. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, making your whole body shake.

But you didn’t stop riding him.

Even as your orgasm faded, you kept moving, slower now but deep, savoring the way he throbbed inside your sensitive walls. Chan groaned, his own pleasure building rapidly.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” he warned, breath hot against your collarbone.

“Good,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him messily. “I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up, Chan.”

His eyes rolled back for a second, a broken moan escaping him. “Fuck… you’re going to ruin me.”

You picked up speed again, riding him with everything you had left. Your ass slapped against his thighs repeatedly, your pussy creamy and dripping down his cock and balls. Chan’s fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise as he helped guide you, meeting every bounce with powerful thrusts.

“I’m close,” he gasped, voice strained. “So fucking close, baby.”

You clenched around him deliberately, rolling your hips in that way you knew drove him crazy. “Then cum for me. Let go.”

With a deep, guttural groan that sounded almost pained, Chan came hard. His cock pulsed inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. He kept thrusting through it, hips stuttering, filling you until you could feel it leaking out around his length.

Even after he finished, he didn’t let you go. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you flush against his chest as both of you panted heavily. His cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured against your hair, voice hoarse. “I was supposed to stay in control… supposed to take care of you.”

You lifted your head, smiling softly as you brushed damp hair from his forehead. “You did take care of me. But sometimes I like taking care of you too.”

Chan let out a tired, breathless chuckle, dimples appearing despite how wrecked he looked. His hands stroked up and down your back tenderly, even as his cock remained inside you, softening slowly.

“Give me ten minutes,” he said, kissing your temple. “Then we’re doing that again. But this time, I’m not holding back at all.”

You laughed softly, nuzzling into his neck, feeling his cum slowly drip out of you. The responsible, controlled Bang Chan had finally cracked — and you couldn’t wait to break him again and again until both of you were completely exhausted, spent, and utterly satisfied.

The night was far from over.

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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

The room was dark except for the faint city lights filtering through the half-closed curtains. Minho sat against the headboard, completely naked, his lean, toned body relaxed but his eyes sharp and dangerous. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed, resting against his lower stomach as he watched you with that signature smirk — half amusement, half hunger.

You straddled his thighs, heart racing. He had been teasing you for the past hour, edging you with his fingers and tongue until you were dripping and desperate. Now he wanted you to ride him… but on his terms.

“Get on it,” he ordered, voice low and calm, almost bored. One hand lazily stroked his cock, spreading the precum over the swollen head. “You wanted to be on top so bad. So show me what you can do.”

You positioned yourself over him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his length before slowly sinking down. The stretch was intense — Minho was thick, and the way he filled you made your mouth fall open in a silent moan. Inch by inch, you took him until your ass met his thighs, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Minho let out a quiet hum of approval, but his hands stayed at his sides for now. “Good girl. Now move.”

You started rolling your hips, finding a rhythm. Slow and deep at first, savoring the way his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Minho’s eyes never left your face, watching every expression, every gasp.

“Faster,” he commanded.

You obeyed, bouncing on his cock with more force. The wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room — obscene and loud. Your tits bounced with every movement, and Minho’s gaze dropped to them, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Riding my cock like a needy little slut. Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes— fuck, yes,” you moaned, hands braced on his chest as you rode him harder.

Minho suddenly sat up straighter, one hand gripping your waist tightly while the other tangled in your hair. He yanked your head back sharply, exposing your throat. The sting made you clench around him.

“Don’t you dare slow down,” he growled against your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock until your legs give out. Understand?”

You whimpered, nodding as best as you could with his fingers twisted in your hair. He released your hair only to slap your ass hard, the sharp sound echoing. The burn spread across your skin, making you jolt and sink deeper onto him.

“Answer me properly,” he demanded, slapping your ass again, harder this time.

“Yes— I’ll keep riding you,” you gasped.

“That’s my good little whore.”

He leaned back again, but his control never wavered. Every time your pace slowed even slightly, his hand came down on your ass — firm, stinging slaps that made you cry out and move faster. Your thighs were already burning, but the mixture of pain and pleasure kept you going.

Minho’s hands roamed your body possessively. He pinched your nipples, twisted them, then soothed them with his palms. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open with every bounce.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me,” he groaned, voice rougher now. “Such a messy pussy. Keep going. I want to feel you get tired.”

You were getting closer, the angle hitting your g-spot perfectly with every downward thrust. Your moans grew louder, more desperate. Minho noticed.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, grabbing your hair again and pulling your face close to his. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “You cum when I say so. Keep fucking riding.”

Tears of overstimulation pricked your eyes as you forced yourself to keep bouncing. Your legs trembled, muscles screaming, but Minho’s grip on your hips kept you moving. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving his cock even deeper, making you see stars.

“Minho— please—” you begged, voice breaking.

“Please what?” He slapped your ass again, then gripped both cheeks, spreading them as you rode him. “Please let you cum? Or please fuck you harder like the desperate slut you are?”

“Both— fuck, please—”

He chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerous. Without warning, he yanked your hair back again, harder this time, forcing you to arch your back as you kept bouncing on his cock.

“You’re getting tired already, aren’t you?” he taunted, watching your face. “Legs shaking. Pussy clenching so fucking tight. But you’re not stopping. Not until I’m done with you.”

Your thighs burned. Sweat slid down your back. Every bounce sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure through you, but exhaustion was setting in. Still, Minho refused to let you slow down. He slapped your ass repeatedly — left, right, left again — each strike pushing you back into a faster rhythm.

“Faster,” he growled. “Ride me like you mean it.”

You sobbed in pleasure, pushing through the fatigue, slamming yourself down on his cock over and over. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy swallowing him was constant now. Minho’s breathing grew heavier, but he still looked in complete control, eyes locked on where your bodies connected.

“Look at that,” he murmured, almost reverently. “My cock disappearing inside your greedy little cunt. So fucking pretty.”

He reached between your bodies and rubbed your swollen clit with two fingers, fast and precise. Your vision blurred.

“Minho— I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“Cum,” he finally allowed, voice rough. “Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”

Your orgasm crashed into you violently. You cried out, body shaking as your pussy spasmed hard around his thick length. Minho groaned, feeling you squeeze him, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting up into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking uncontrollably.

But he still wasn’t done.

Even as you came down, legs trembling violently, he gripped your hips and forced you to keep moving.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” he hissed, pulling your hair again. “You’re going to keep riding until I cum. Understand?”

You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming intensity. Your body was exhausted, thighs screaming, but Minho’s dominance kept you going. He slapped your ass again, harder, the sting cutting through the haze.

“Faster. Milk my cock.”

You pushed through, bouncing on him with everything you had left. Minho’s control finally started slipping — his hips snapping up more desperately, low grunts escaping his lips.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “Such a good little fucktoy. Taking my cock so well even when you’re tired.”

Your second orgasm built quickly, faster than you expected. Minho could feel it.

“Again,” he ordered. “Cum again. Now.”

You shattered around him a second time, sobbing his name. The feeling of your pussy pulsing around him finally pushed Minho over the edge.

With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you until it leaked out around his cock. He kept thrusting through it, hips stuttering, making sure every drop stayed deep inside you.

For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the wet drip of his cum leaking from your used pussy.

Minho finally released your hair, his hand moving to stroke your back almost gently. But his voice was still dark when he spoke against your ear.

“You did so well, baby. Riding me until you couldn’t anymore… Such a perfect little slut for me.”

He pulled you down against his chest, still buried inside you, his arms wrapping around your exhausted body. His lips brushed your temple.

“Next time,” he whispered, voice low and promising, “I won’t let you stop even after I cum.”

You shivered in his arms, completely spent, thighs still trembling around him.

Minho smiled against your skin — that dangerous, beautiful smile.

And you knew he meant every word.

————

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

Changbin’s back was pressed against the headboard, muscular arms gripping the sheets tightly as sweat rolled down his chest. His breath came out in short, desperate pants. You had been riding him for what felt like forever — at least twenty-five minutes straight — bouncing, grinding, and using his thick cock like it was nothing more than your personal toy.

And he was losing his mind.

“Fuck— baby… please…” he whimpered, voice hoarse and broken. His usually deep, powerful voice had turned into soft, needy whines. His cock was so sensitive now, throbbing painfully inside your tight, soaked pussy after being ridden without mercy for so long.

You didn’t stop.

Instead, you planted your hands firmly on his broad chest, using his strong body for leverage as you lifted your hips and slammed back down again, taking every inch of him in one smooth motion. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy swallowing his cock echoed loudly in the room.

“Mmm… you feel so good, Binnie,” you moaned, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Your cock is so thick… perfect for me to use.”

Changbin’s head fell back against the headboard with a thud, a broken moan escaping his lips. His muscular thighs trembled beneath you. “It’s too much… I’m so fucking sensitive— ahh!” His voice cracked as you ground down hard, rolling your hips in tight circles so his swollen tip rubbed against that perfect spot deep inside you.

You didn’t care.

You were chasing your own pleasure, using him shamelessly. Your juices coated his cock, his balls, and even dripped down onto the sheets. Every time you sank down, more of your cream painted his skin.

“Shit— baby, slow down a little,” he begged, voice turning into a needy whimper. His hands moved to your hips, not to stop you, but just to hold on. “My cock… it’s so sensitive now. You’ve been riding me for so long…”

You leaned forward, biting his bottom lip before pulling back with a smirk. “But you love it, don’t you? You love being my toy.”

Changbin’s cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded frantically, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure. “Yes— fuck, yes I do. Use me… use my cock however you want. It’s yours.”

Satisfied with his answer, you sat up straighter and started bouncing harder. Your ass slapped loudly against his muscular thighs with every drop. The wet squelching sounds were obscene. Changbin’s thick cock stretched you so perfectly, veins dragging against your walls with every movement.

He was a mess underneath you.

His abs clenched and unclenched rapidly. Sweat made his skin glow under the low lights. His nipples were hard, chest heaving as he tried to breathe through the overstimulation. Every time you slammed down, a high-pitched whine left his throat.

“Fuck— I’m so sensitive… it hurts but it feels so good,” he sobbed, eyes squeezing shut. “Please don’t stop… don’t stop using me.”

You reached back and grabbed his balls gently, massaging them while you kept riding him relentlessly. Changbin’s whole body jerked, a loud moan tearing from his chest.

“Ahh— baby! That’s— fuck, that’s too much!” His voice cracked again, turning into desperate little whimpers. “I’m gonna cum again if you keep doing that…”

“You already came twice, Binnie,” you purred, not slowing down even a bit. “And you’re still so hard for me. Such a good toy.”

You sped up, riding him with pure selfishness. Your tits bounced wildly in front of his face. Changbin’s eyes were locked on them, tongue hanging out slightly as he panted like a dog in heat. He wanted to touch them so badly, but you had told him to keep his hands on the sheets — and he obeyed like an obedient puppy.

“God… you’re so deep,” you moaned, grinding down especially hard so his cock pressed against your cervix. “I could ride you for hours.”

Changbin let out a pitiful whine, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming sensitivity. His cock was aching, raw, and incredibly sensitive, but he couldn’t get enough of you using him like this.

“Please… kiss me,” he begged softly, voice trembling. “I need you closer.”

You leaned down, pressing your chest against his as you kept bouncing on his cock. Your lips met his in a messy, desperate kiss. He moaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours sloppily as you fucked yourself on him. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper, and you both groaned at the same time.

“You’re getting louder, Binnie,” you teased against his lips. “Are you gonna cum again?”

He nodded frantically, hips twitching upward weakly, trying to meet your movements even though he was exhausted. “I think so… you’re squeezing me so tight— fuck, I can’t hold it.”

You sat back up and started riding him with renewed intensity, hands planted on his shoulders for balance. Your pussy clenched around him deliberately on every downstroke, milking his oversensitive cock.

Changbin’s head thrashed against the pillow. “Baby— baby, slow down! I’m too sensitive— ahh, shit— I’m cumming!”

His third orgasm hit him hard. His cock pulsed violently inside you as he spilled again, thick ropes of cum flooding your already soaked pussy. His whole body shook, muscles straining as he moaned loudly, almost sobbing from the intensity.

But you still didn’t stop.

Even as he was cumming, you kept bouncing on his cock, chasing your own high. The overstimulation made Changbin’s eyes roll back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain.

“Too much— too much— please, I can’t—” he whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks now. His cock was twitching wildly, still hard despite how sensitive it was. Every movement of your pussy felt like electricity shooting through his body.

You moaned loudly, feeling another orgasm building fast. “Just a little more, baby. Let me use you until I cum.”

Changbin nodded weakly, completely submissive. “Yes… use me. I’m your toy… only yours.”

You rode him through his orgasm and beyond, the mix of his cum and your juices making everything even wetter and sloppier. The sounds were absolutely filthy. You reached down and rubbed your clit fast, using his cock to push yourself over the edge.

When your orgasm finally hit, it was powerful. Your walls clenched hard around his oversensitive length, milking him as you cried out. Your body shook on top of him, thighs trembling violently from how long you had been riding.

Changbin whimpered underneath you, feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze him. “So tight… you’re squeezing me so good— fuck…”

You kept moving slowly through your orgasm, grinding down on him until the pleasure became too much for both of you. Finally, you collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.

Changbin’s arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you close even though his cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks. He was a complete mess — flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and soft little whimpers still leaving his lips every few seconds.

“You’re going to kill me one day,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “Using me like that… fuck, I love it so much.”

You smiled against his neck, gently clenching around his sensitive cock just to hear him whine again. He did — a soft, broken sound that made you giggle.

“Too sensitive?” you asked teasingly.

He nodded, hiding his face in your hair. “Yes… but don’t pull off yet. I want to stay inside you a little longer.”

You stayed like that for a long time — your body resting on top of his strong frame, his cock still buried deep, slowly softening inside your cum-filled pussy. Changbin kept stroking your back with shaky hands, whispering how much he loved being used by you.

Even completely exhausted and overstimulated, he was already thinking about the next time you would ride him until he couldn’t think straight.

Because for Changbin, there was nothing hotter than being your personal toy.

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𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

The bedroom was bathed in soft, golden light from the bedside lamps. Hyunjin lay sprawled elegantly across the silk sheets like a Renaissance painting brought to life — long limbs relaxed, dark hair fanned out across the pillow, lips slightly parted. His lean, toned body was completely bare, skin glowing under the warm lighting. His cock rested hard and flushed against his lower stomach, already leaking precum just from watching you.

He looked utterly relaxed. Almost lazy.

A spoiled, beautiful pillow princess who had no intention of doing any work tonight.

You climbed onto the bed and straddled his narrow waist. Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as he looked up at you, a slow, dreamy smile spreading across his face.

“Are you going to take care of me tonight, angel?” he asked, voice low and smooth like velvet. He didn’t move to touch you. He simply rested his hands beside his head on the pillow, wrists relaxed, completely surrendering control.

You leaned down and kissed him deeply. He hummed softly into your mouth, letting you lead the kiss, his tongue lazily brushing against yours. When you pulled back, his lips were shiny and his cheeks already flushed.

“Yes,” you whispered against his jaw. “I’m going to use you until I can’t anymore.”

Hyunjin’s breath hitched, but his smile only grew. “Good. I want to watch you.”

You reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He was incredibly hard, long and beautifully thick, the head glistening. You stroked him slowly, spreading his precum, and Hyunjin let out a soft, breathy moan, eyes fluttering but never closing completely. He wanted to see everything.

You positioned yourself over him and slowly sank down.

A long, pretty whimper left Hyunjin’s lips as your tight, wet heat enveloped him inch by inch. His head pressed back deeper into the pillow, exposing the elegant line of his throat.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he breathed, voice already turning breathy. “So warm and tight around me…”

You didn’t give him time to adjust. Once he was fully buried inside you, you started moving — slow, deep rolls of your hips at first, grinding down so your clit rubbed perfectly against his pelvis. Hyunjin’s hands stayed on the pillow, fingers curling loosely into the sheets as he let you use him.

His eyes were half-lidded, dark with pleasure, watching intently as your body moved on top of him. Every bounce made your breasts sway, and his gaze stayed locked there, mesmerized.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured dreamily. “Riding me… using my cock like it’s your favorite toy. Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.”

You planted your hands on his chest for balance and began bouncing properly. The wet, slick sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room. Hyunjin’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, his long lashes fluttering every time you slammed down.

He looked ethereal — flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair messy against the white pillow. A spoiled prince completely lost in pleasure.

“Harder,” he whined softly, hips twitching just slightly underneath you, but never really thrusting up. He wanted you to do everything. “I want to feel you take me deeper.”

You obeyed, riding him faster, your ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. Sweat started to glisten on your skin. Hyunjin’s cock throbbed inside you, hitting all the right spots as you angled your hips just right.

“Oh my god…” he moaned beautifully, the sound high and melodic. “You’re going to ruin me like this. My cock is so deep inside you… I can feel everything.”

You leaned forward, changing the angle, and Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back for a moment. A broken, pretty whimper escaped him as you rode him harder, your pussy clenching around his length with every stroke.

His hands finally moved — not to control you, but to rest gently on your thighs, fingers stroking your skin tenderly.

“You’re so wet,” he gasped, voice trembling with pleasure. “I can hear how soaked you are. You love using me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, bouncing faster. “I love your cock, Hyunjin. It’s mine tonight.”

A shudder ran through his body at your words. His head pressed deeper into the pillow, lips parted as soft, needy sounds kept spilling out of him. He looked completely blissed out — the picture of a pampered pillow princess who was more than happy to just lie there and be used for your pleasure.

You sat up straighter again, hands on his abs, and started riding him with pure selfishness. Long, powerful strokes that made his cock disappear completely inside your dripping pussy every time. The wet squelching sounds grew louder. Your juices were dripping down his balls and onto the sheets.

Hyunjin’s breathing was ragged now, but his eyes stayed on you, drinking in every detail — the way your tits bounced, the way your face twisted in pleasure, the way your pussy stretched around him.

“Faster, angel… please,” he begged sweetly, voice cracking. “Use me more. I want to feel you get tired on my cock.”

Your thighs were already burning, but the pleasure was too good. You kept riding him relentlessly, slamming down hard, grinding in circles, then bouncing again. Hyunjin’s moans grew louder, more desperate, but he never once tried to take control. He simply lay there, letting you fuck yourself on him like he was nothing but a beautiful, breathing dildo for your satisfaction.

“Fuck— I’m so close already,” he whined, fingers tightening slightly on your thighs. “You’re going to make me cum just by using me like this…”

You reached down and rubbed your clit while continuing to ride him, chasing your own orgasm. Hyunjin watched with hooded eyes, lips trembling.

“You look so pretty when you’re about to cum,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Keep going. Take what you need from me.”

Your orgasm hit you hard. You cried out, body shaking as your pussy clenched violently around his cock. Hyunjin moaned loudly at the feeling, his own hips twitching helplessly beneath you as you kept riding him through your climax, prolonging your pleasure.

Even after you came, you didn’t stop.

Your legs were exhausted, trembling violently, but you kept bouncing on his sensitive cock. Hyunjin’s eyes widened, a high-pitched, broken moan tearing from his throat.

“Baby— oh fuck, I’m so sensitive now…” he whimpered, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “You’re still riding me… you’re going to kill me.”

But he made no move to stop you. If anything, his cock twitched harder inside you, clearly loving every second of being used.

You leaned down, pressing your chest against his as you kept moving your hips. Your lips brushed his ear.

“I’m not done with you yet, princess.”

Hyunjin let out a shaky, delighted laugh that turned into a moan as you clenched around him. His hands finally moved up to gently hold your waist, but only to feel you — not to guide.

“Yes… keep using me,” he breathed, voice completely fucked out. “I’m your pretty toy tonight. Ride me until you can’t move anymore.”

You sat back up and kept going, slower now but deep, grinding hard on every downstroke. Hyunjin’s head was thrown back, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, soft whimpers and pretty moans continuously falling from his lips. His cock was throbbing, oversensitive, but he was clearly in heaven.

Every time you slammed down, his body jolted beautifully beneath you. His abs flexed, chest heaving, nipples hard. He looked like the most exquisite work of art — flushed, ruined, and completely surrendered to your pleasure.

You rode him for what felt like ages, chasing a second orgasm while Hyunjin fell apart underneath you. His whimpers turned into desperate, high-pitched cries as overstimulation took over.

“Baby… I’m so close again,” he sobbed softly. “Please don’t stop. I want to cum while you’re using me.”

You rode him harder, ignoring the burning in your thighs. When your second orgasm crashed over you, Hyunjin followed right after, moaning your name like a prayer as thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside you. His body shook elegantly beneath you, hands finally gripping your hips tightly as he came.

Even then, you kept moving slowly, milking every last drop from his sensitive cock until both of you were completely spent.

You finally collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around you lazily, holding you close while his cock softened inside you. He pressed soft, tired kisses to your forehead, a blissful smile on his flushed face.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered dreamily. “I love being your pillow princess… I could let you use me like that forever.”

He nuzzled into your neck, clearly satisfied and glowing with pleasure.

“Next time,” he murmured sleepily, voice soft and content, “I want you to ride me even longer.”

————

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and wet skin slapping together. Felix lay on his back, golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his freckled cheeks flushed a deep pink. His eyes were glassy, half-lidded with overwhelming pleasure and desperation as you rode him relentlessly.

He was a complete mess underneath you.

“Baby… please…” Felix whimpered, his voice high and broken. His hands clutched desperately at your waist, fingers digging into your skin like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. Every time you sank down on his cock, he let out a needy, shaky moan, hips twitching up instinctively.

You had been riding him for nearly thirty minutes straight, switching between fast bounces and slow, torturous grinds. His cock was rock hard inside you, throbbing and oversensitive, but you still hadn’t let him cum.

Felix looked so fucking cute like this — desperate, teary-eyed, clinging to you like you were his lifeline.

“Fuck— you feel so good,” he gasped, voice cracking. His arms wrapped tightly around your back, pulling your chest flush against his. He buried his face in your neck, lips brushing your skin as he panted hotly. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum. Just once… I’ll be so good for you.”

You slowed your movements, grinding down deep and rolling your hips in circles, feeling every inch of his thick cock stretching you. Felix let out a broken sob, his fingers trembling against your back as he held you even tighter.

“Angel… my angel,” he whined, voice muffled against your neck. “You’re so wet and warm… I’m losing my mind. Please, I need to cum inside you. I’ve been so patient.”

His cock twitched violently inside your pussy, and you knew he was right on the edge again. You kept moving slowly, teasing him, enjoying the way his body shook underneath you.

Felix’s grip became almost frantic. He clung to you like a lifeline, arms locked around your waist, legs tangled with yours. His hips bucked up desperately, trying to fuck you from below, but you stayed in control, keeping the pace torturously slow.

“Baby, please…” he begged again, voice cracking with emotion. Tears were gathering at the corners of his beautiful eyes. “I’ve been holding it for so long. My cock hurts… it’s so sensitive. Just let me fill you up. I’ll do anything.”

You leaned back slightly, placing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing again — harder this time. Felix’s head fell back against the pillow, a loud, desperate moan tearing from his throat. His hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he tried to pull you down even deeper.

“Oh my god— yes, just like that,” he cried out, eyes rolling back. “You’re going to make me cum… please don’t stop. I’m so close— so fucking close.”

His freckled chest heaved with every breath. Sweat glistened on his skin. His cock was impossibly hard inside you, pulsing with the need to release. But every time he got too close, you slowed down again, edging him cruelly.

Felix let out a frustrated, needy sob.

“Why are you being so mean to me?” he whimpered, looking up at you with those big, watery eyes. His bottom lip trembled. “I’ve been such a good boy… riding you for so long. Please let me cum. I’ll be quick, I promise. I just need to fill your pretty pussy… please, please, please.”

He looked so adorable begging like this — cheeks red, eyes glossy, voice all high and desperate. You couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss him. Felix kissed you back like a man starved, tongue sliding messily against yours as he moaned into your mouth. His arms wrapped around you even tighter, pulling you impossibly closer while you kept riding him.

When you pulled back for air, he was panting, almost crying.

“I’m begging you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Let me cum inside you. I need it so bad. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

You smiled down at him and started riding him faster, bouncing hard on his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of your soaked pussy taking him filled the entire room. Felix’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.

“Yes— yes— fuck, thank you!” he cried out, voice breaking beautifully. His hands gripped your waist so tightly it would probably bruise. “Don’t stop— I’m gonna cum— I’m really gonna cum this time—”

His whole body started trembling underneath you. His cock swelled even more inside your tight walls, throbbing wildly.

“Please— please let me,” he sobbed, tears slipping down his cheeks now. “I’ve been so good… I held it for you… please let your good boy cum.”

You leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Cum for me, Lix.”

That was all it took.

Felix let out a loud, broken cry as his orgasm finally crashed over him. His back arched off the bed, hips stuttering up wildly as he came hard inside you. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you so much it started leaking out around his cock with every thrust.

He clung to you desperately the entire time, arms locked around your body, face buried in your neck as he moaned and whimpered through his intense orgasm.

“So much… I’m cumming so much,” he sobbed against your skin, body shaking uncontrollably. “Thank you— thank you— fuck, it feels so good…”

Even after his orgasm started to fade, he kept holding onto you tightly, hips still twitching as he pumped the last few weak spurts of cum deep inside you. His breathing was ragged, body limp and exhausted beneath you.

You kept moving slowly, gently riding him through the aftershocks. Felix whimpered softly, oversensitive but refusing to let you go.

“Stay… don’t pull off yet,” he begged quietly, voice hoarse and small. “I want to stay inside you. Please… just a little longer.”

You smiled and leaned down to kiss his sweaty forehead, his cheeks, his trembling lips. Felix kissed you back weakly, still clinging to you like you might disappear.

“You’re so cute when you beg,” you whispered, gently brushing his damp hair away from his forehead.

Felix blushed even deeper, hiding his face in your neck again with a shy, embarrassed whimper.

“I can’t help it…” he mumbled against your skin. “When you ride me like that… I lose my mind. You feel too good. I get so desperate.”

He tightened his arms around you, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.

“Can I… can I cum again later?” he asked softly, voice hopeful and still a little shaky. “Even if it’s just once more… I want to fill you up again.”

You laughed softly and rolled your hips once, making him gasp.

“We’ll see, baby. But for now… you’re going to keep staying inside me while I use you a little more.”

Felix let out a needy, happy whine, nodding eagerly as he clung to you even tighter.

“Yes… use me as long as you want,” he whispered, voice full of love and desperation. “I’m yours.”

He stayed wrapped around you like that — arms locked tight, cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy, breathing softly against your neck as you continued to move slowly on top of him.

Completely desperate.

Completely clingy.

And completely in love with being used by you.

————

𝐇𝐚𝐧

Jisung was trembling beneath you.

His whole body shook — thighs, arms, even his lips — as you continued to ride him slowly, deeply, using his cock like it existed solely for your pleasure. Sweat covered his forehead, his dark hair sticking to it in messy strands. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure and desperation.

“P-please…” he whimpered, voice high and broken. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, but don’t stop— fuck, please don’t stop.”

You had already made him cum twice. Thick loads of his cum were leaking out of your pussy every time you lifted your hips, making the slide even wetter and filthier. Yet Han still looked at you like he would die if you pulled off him.

You smiled down at him, rolling your hips in a slow, torturous circle.

“Look at you,” you cooed softly. “Such a desperate little slut. How many times have you cum already, Hannie?”

He whined loudly at your words, hips twitching up helplessly. “T-two… I came twice… but I need more. Please, I need to stay inside you. Your pussy feels too good— it’s so warm and tight and wet, I don’t want to leave…”

You laughed softly, and that was his undoing.

The moment the soft laugh left your lips, Jisung’s entire face burned redder. He squeezed his eyes shut in pure embarrassment, one arm coming up to cover his face.

“Don’t laugh at me…” he mumbled, voice muffled and shy. “I know I sound pathetic… but I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good I could live in your pussy.”

You laughed again, louder this time, deliberately clenching around his sensitive cock as you kept riding him. Han let out a broken moan, his body jerking underneath you.

“Stop— ahh— don’t laugh,” he begged, peeking at you from behind his arm, eyes watery. “It’s embarrassing… I sound so needy.”

“But you are needy, baby,” you teased, leaning forward so your breasts hung right above his face. “You’re my desperate, trembling boy who can’t stop cumming but still wants more.”

The sight of your tits so close made him lose it.

With a needy whine, Han surged upward, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around your nipple desperately, moaning loudly against your skin as you kept bouncing on his cock. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, fingers digging in as if afraid you’d disappear.

“Mmmph— fuck,” he moaned around your nipple, sucking sloppily, switching between licking and gentle bites. “Your tits are so perfect… I love sucking them while you ride me.”

You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling his face harder against your chest. Han whimpered happily, sucking even more eagerly, spit dripping down your breast as he lost himself in the feeling.

“You’re such a messy boy,” you murmured, grinding down deep. “Sucking on my tits like you’ll die without them.”

He nodded frantically, refusing to let go of your nipple. His cock throbbed violently inside you, still hard despite cumming twice already. The overstimulation made him shake even harder, thighs quivering beneath you.

You started bouncing faster, the wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy filling the room. Han pulled off your breast with a wet pop, gasping for air, only to immediately latch onto the other one, sucking desperately.

“Gonna cum again—” he sobbed against your skin, voice muffled. “Please let me cum inside you one more time. I just want to stay buried in your pussy… it’s so good, so warm, I never want to leave—”

You clenched around him deliberately and laughed again.

Han whimpered in embarrassment, hiding his face between your breasts, still sucking greedily. “Don’t laugh… I know I’m pathetic. I’ve cum so many times but I still want more… I’m such a greedy boy for your pussy.”

“You are,” you agreed, riding him harder. “But you’re my greedy boy.”

That seemed to break him completely.

Han started crying softly — pretty tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as he clung to you, mouth still latched onto your breast. His hips bucked up weakly, trying to meet your movements even though he was exhausted.

“I’m so sensitive…” he cried, voice shaking. “My cock hurts but it feels too good. Please don’t stop riding me. I want to cum again. Please, please let me fill you up one more time.”

You rode him mercilessly, ass slapping against his thighs with every bounce. Han was a complete wreck — trembling, moaning, sucking desperately on your tits while tears rolled down his face. Every time you slammed down, a fresh wave of overstimulation made him sob around your nipple.

“You’re going to make me cum again,” he whimpered, switching to the other breast and sucking even harder, tongue flicking rapidly. “I can feel it building… please don’t edge me this time. I need it. I need to cum inside you.”

You leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Then cum for me, Hannie. Fill me up like the desperate slut you are.”

That pushed him over the edge.

Han let out a loud, broken cry, his entire body seizing up as his third orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed violently inside you, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your already overflowing pussy. He clung to you desperately, arms wrapped tightly around your back, face buried between your breasts as he shook and sobbed through the intense pleasure.

“So much… I’m cumming so much again,” he whimpered, voice wrecked. “Your pussy is milking me so good— fuck, I love it. I love being inside you.”

Even after his orgasm faded, he refused to let you stop. His hands gripped your waist, weakly encouraging you to keep moving.

“Don’t pull off… please,” he begged softly, still trembling. “I want to stay inside you forever. Even if I can’t cum anymore… just let me feel your warm pussy around me.”

You smiled and kept riding him slowly, grinding deep. Han whimpered at the overstimulation but didn’t protest. Instead, he went back to sucking on your breasts, gentle now, almost comforting himself with the soft flesh in his mouth.

“You’re going to kill me one day,” he mumbled sleepily against your skin, eyes half-closed in bliss. “But I don’t care. I just want to stay like this… buried in your perfect pussy while you use me.”

He looked up at you with those big, teary, adoring eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment even as he kept sucking softly on your nipple.

“Was it… too much?” he asked shyly, voice small. “When I begged like that?”

You laughed again, and Han immediately hid his face between your breasts with a shy, embarrassed whine.

“Stop laughing at meeee,” he complained cutely, voice muffled. But you felt his cock twitch inside you, still hard, still desperate for more.

You rolled your hips slowly, making him moan.

“We’re not done yet, Hannie,” you whispered. “I want to see how many more times my desperate boy can cum for me.”

Han let out a needy, shaky whimper, clinging to you tighter as he went back to sucking on your tits, completely submissive and utterly addicted to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

He was yours — trembling, embarrassed, desperate, and ready to let you use him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

————

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

Seungmin lay beneath you with that signature smug little smirk on his face, even as his chest heaved and sweat glistened on his pale skin. His hands were supposed to stay above his head, but he kept testing you — fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hips.

“You’re really enjoying this, huh?” he muttered, trying to sound bored even though his voice was already breathy. “Using me like a toy. How pathetic.”

You raised an eyebrow and slammed down hard on his cock, making him gasp sharply.

“Pathetic?” you asked sweetly, rolling your hips in slow, torturous circles. “You’re the one who’s been moaning like a whore for the past twenty minutes, Seungmin.”

His cheeks flushed instantly, but he still tried to keep up the act.

“I’m not— ahh… fuck—” His words broke off into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper as you clenched around him. His cock twitched hard inside your soaked pussy.

You smiled darkly and started bouncing faster, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs. Seungmin’s head fell back against the pillow, but he still tried to run his mouth.

“This is boring,” he lied, biting his lip hard. “You could at least ride me properly if you’re going to use me like this—”

You cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back, forcing him to look at you while you rode him harder.

“Keep talking shit and I’ll edge you for another hour,” you warned.

Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with something mischievous and needy. He knew exactly what he was doing. The bratty attitude was all an act — a way to provoke you into punishing him exactly how he wanted.

But he couldn’t hide how much he loved it.

His next moan was pure filth — a broken, pathetic little cry that made your pussy clench around him.

“F-fuck… you’re so mean,” he whined, voice cracking beautifully. “Using my cock like this… treating me like a fucking toy—”

You slapped his thigh hard, the sound sharp in the room. Seungmin gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily.

“Such a bratty mouth,” you growled, riding him faster. “Maybe you don’t deserve to cum.”

His eyes widened in panic, even as his cock throbbed harder inside you.

“No— wait, please,” he begged, the bratty mask slipping for a second. “I’ll be good. I swear I’ll be good—”

You laughed and slowed down deliberately, grinding torturously slow on his oversensitive cock. Seungmin let out the most pathetic whimper you’d ever heard from him — high, needy, and completely broken.

“Don’t slow down… please don’t slow down,” he cried, hips twitching desperately beneath you. “I need it faster— fuck, I’m so close again…”

“You’ve already cum twice, Seungmin,” you reminded him, still moving painfully slow. “And you’re still acting like a spoiled little brat.”

He bit his lip, trying to hold back another moan, but it slipped out anyway — a soft, embarrassing whine that made his ears turn bright red.

“I’m not… I’m not a brat,” he mumbled, clearly lying. His hands fisted the sheets above his head as he fought the urge to touch you.

You suddenly stopped moving completely, his cock buried deep inside you.

Seungmin’s eyes snapped open, wide and desperate.

“No— no, don’t stop!” he pleaded, voice cracking. “Please move… I’ll stop being mean, I swear. Just please fuck me properly—”

You tilted your head, smirking. “Say it nicely.”

Seungmin’s face burned with embarrassment, but the need won.

“Please…” he whispered, voice small and shaky. “Please use me. Ride me until I can’t think. I want it… I want you to ruin me.”

You rewarded him by slamming down hard, riding him with brutal intensity. Seungmin’s back arched off the bed, a loud, pathetic moan tearing from his throat.

“Fuck— yes— thank you— oh my god,” he sobbed, voice getting higher and more broken with every bounce. “Your pussy is so good… so fucking tight, I can’t— ahh!”

The more you rode him, the more his tough front crumbled. His moans turned truly pathetic — high-pitched, whimpering, almost sobbing sounds that made him sound completely ruined.

You leaned forward, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“Look at you,” you taunted. “All that attitude and now you’re crying like a desperate slut.”

Seungmin’s eyes were glassy with tears, lips trembling as he moaned helplessly.

“I’m sorry— I’m sorry,” he whimpered, voice cracking. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy— just please don’t stop. I need to cum again. Please let me cum inside you.”

You rode him harder, the wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy obscene. Seungmin had already given you two loads, and yet he was still rock hard, twitching and throbbing inside you.

His third orgasm hit him suddenly.

“Fuck— I’m cumming— I’m cumming again—” he cried out, body shaking violently beneath you. Thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside you as he sobbed through the pleasure, tears slipping down his temples.

But you didn’t stop.

You kept riding him through his orgasm, chasing your own pleasure. Seungmin’s eyes widened in overstimulation.

“Too much— too much— ahh, fuck— it’s too sensitive!” he wailed, voice completely pathetic now. His whole body trembled, thighs quivering, but he made no real attempt to push you off.

Because he loved it.

You could see it in his eyes — the way he secretly adored being used and punished like this.

“P-please… I can’t take it,” he lied again, another bratty attempt even while crying. “You’re going to break me—”

You slapped his thigh hard and kept bouncing.

“Good,” you said coldly. “Then I’ll break you.”

Seungmin let out the most broken, beautiful sob you’d ever heard, his cock twitching wildly inside your overstimulated pussy. He was a complete mess — flushed skin, tear-streaked face, desperate whimpers and pathetic little cries spilling from his lips nonstop.

Yet every time you slowed down, he would whine and beg.

“Don’t stop… please don’t stop using me,” he cried, voice hoarse. “Even if it hurts… I want it. I want you to ride me until I can’t cum anymore.”

You leaned down and bit his neck, making him moan loudly. His wrists were still pinned above his head as you used him without mercy, chasing another orgasm while he trembled and whimpered beneath you.

When your own climax finally hit, you clenched hard around him, moaning his name. Seungmin cried out at the feeling, another weak spurt of cum leaking from his oversensitive cock.

You kept moving slowly through both your orgasms, grinding deep, making him sob from the intensity.

Seungmin looked up at you with teary, adoring eyes, completely ruined and yet still so needy.

“More…” he whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible. “Please… one more time. I want to stay inside you. Even if I can’t cum anymore… just let me feel you.”

You smiled down at your beautiful, bratty boy and rolled your hips again, making him whimper pathetically.

“Such a spoiled little prince,” you murmured, kissing his tear-stained cheek. “Begging to be used until he breaks.”

Seungmin hid his face in your neck, embarrassed but nodding desperately as he clung to you.

“Yes… I’m your spoiled brat,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Now please… keep ruining me.”

And you did.

You rode him until his moans turned into weak, broken whimpers. Until his body stopped trembling and simply melted beneath you. Until he was so overstimulated he could barely speak — only soft, pathetic little sounds leaving his lips as he let you use him exactly how he secretly craved.

Completely submitted.

Completely addicted.

And completely yours.

————

𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

Jeongin looked like he was about to cry.

His face was flushed a deep, adorable tomato red, cheeks burning, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. Those pretty fox-like eyes were glassy with tears, lashes wet as he blinked up at you. His plump lips were parted, letting out the softest, whiniest moans you had ever heard from him.

And you were still riding him.

“N-noona…” he whimpered, voice high and trembling, so fucking cute it made your pussy clench around him. “It’s too much… I-I already came three times but you’re still… ahh!”

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, fingers trembling as you continued to bounce on his cock. He was so sensitive now — his poor cock red and swollen from being used for so long, yet still rock hard inside your soaked pussy.

You smiled down at him, brushing his damp hair back gently while rolling your hips in slow, deep circles.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you cooed. “Look at you… such a pretty, desperate boy for me.”

Jeongin let out a broken, adorable moan at your praise, his hips twitching weakly underneath you. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.

“I-I want to make Noona feel good,” he sobbed softly, voice cracking in the most endearing way. “Even if it’s too much… I can take it. Please keep using me. Please.”

He looked so fucking cute like this — face burning red, eyes watery, lips shiny and trembling. Every time you sank down on his cock, a high-pitched, whiny moan escaped him, his whole body jolting cutely.

“Fuck— Noona’s pussy is so warm…” he whimpered, biting his lip hard. “It keeps squeezing me… I feel like I’m going to melt. But it feels so good. So, so good—”

You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing faster. Jeongin’s eyes widened, a loud, pathetic moan tearing from his throat as his sensitive cock was stimulated even more.

“Ahh— Noona! Slow down— please, I’m too sensitive!” he cried, tears flowing freely now. His face was an absolute mess: flushed crimson, eyes sparkling with overwhelmed pleasure, lips shiny with spit.

But even as he begged you to slow down, his hands stayed firmly on your thighs, pulling you down harder every time you lifted up.

“Don’t stop…” he whispered a second later, voice small and needy. “I lied… I don’t want you to slow down. I want Noona to feel good. Use my cock as much as you want. It’s yours.”

You smiled and rode him harder, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs. The wet, filthy sounds of your cum-filled pussy taking his overstimulated cock filled the room. Jeongin’s head fell back against the pillow, exposing his pretty neck as he moaned shamelessly.

“Nngh— Noona… you’re going to make me cum again,” he sobbed, voice so adorably whiny. “I don’t know if I have anything left but… I want to. I want to cum inside you again. Please let me fill you up one more time.”

His cock throbbed violently inside you, twitching with every bounce. He was so oversensitive that every movement made his body jerk cutely, thighs shaking underneath you.

You reached down and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks while still riding him.

“You’re so cute when you cry, Innie,” you murmured. “Does it hurt?”

Jeongin nodded frantically, more tears spilling as he looked up at you with those big, watery eyes.

“It hurts… but it feels so good,” he confessed breathlessly. “My cock is so sensitive now… every time you move it feels like electricity. But I love it. I love when Noona uses me like this.”

He suddenly leaned up, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face between your breasts, whimpering softly as you kept bouncing on him.

“Noona’s tits are so soft,” he mumbled against your skin, voice muffled and needy. “Can I… can I suck them? Please?”

You nodded, and Jeongin immediately latched onto one of your nipples, sucking gently at first, then harder, moaning around it like it was his favorite thing in the world. His pretty whimpers vibrated against your skin as you rode him faster.

“Mmm— Noona…” he whined between sucks, switching to the other nipple. “You’re going to ruin me… but I want it. I want Noona to ruin her maknae.”

His words were so innocent yet so filthy, spoken in that soft, desperate voice. You couldn’t resist bouncing harder, making him cry out around your breast.

Jeongin pulled back slightly, looking up at you with teary, lovesick eyes, lips shiny and swollen.

“I’m gonna cum again…” he sobbed, voice cracking adorably. “Noona, please— can I? Can your good boy cum inside you? I’ve been so good, right? Taking everything you give me…”

You cupped his burning red cheeks and kissed him deeply, still riding him without mercy.

“Cum for me, baby,” you whispered against his lips.

That was all he needed.

Jeongin let out the cutest, most broken moan as his fourth orgasm hit him. His whole body shook violently beneath you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he clung to you like a lifeline. Thick, warm spurts of cum flooded your pussy again, even though he had already given you so much.

“Ahh— Noona! I’m cumming… I’m cumming so much again—” he cried, tears streaming down his face as pleasure overwhelmed him. His hips twitched helplessly, pushing his sensitive cock deeper into you as he rode out his orgasm.

Even after he finished, you didn’t stop moving.

Jeongin whimpered pathetically, burying his face in your neck as overstimulation took over.

“It’s too much… too sensitive… Noona, please—” he sobbed, but his arms stayed locked around you, not pushing you away. “I can’t… I really can’t take it but… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want to make Noona cum again. I want to be good for you.”

You kept riding him slowly, grinding deep, feeling his cum leak out around his cock with every movement. Jeongin was a shaking, whimpering, teary-eyed mess — face tomato red, lips trembling, eyes half-closed in exhausted pleasure.

“You’re so cute like this, Innie,” you praised, kissing his wet cheeks. “Crying and begging even when you’re overstimulated.”

He let out a shy, embarrassed whine, hiding his face in your neck again.

“It’s embarrassing…” he mumbled, voice small. “But I like it when Noona uses me until I cry. I like making you feel good… even if my cock feels like it’s going to explode.”

You smiled and started bouncing again, slower but deep. Jeongin moaned loudly, the sound so sweet and pathetic it made your stomach flutter.

“Noona…” he whimpered, clinging to you desperately. “I love you. I love being your good boy. Please keep riding me. Even if I can’t cum anymore… I just want to stay inside you. Your pussy feels like heaven.”

His words were so earnest, so full of love and desperation, that you felt yourself getting close again. You rode him a little faster, chasing your pleasure while Jeongin continued to moan and whimper cutely beneath you.

When your orgasm finally hit, you clenched hard around his oversensitive cock. Jeongin cried out softly, holding you tighter as you came, his own body twitching from the intensity.

You collapsed on top of him, both of you breathing heavily. Jeongin’s arms stayed wrapped around you, his cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy.

He pressed soft, tired kisses to your shoulder, still trembling slightly.

“Was I good, Noona?” he asked quietly, voice hoarse and shy. “Did I make you feel good?”

You lifted your head and kissed his red, tear-streaked cheeks.

“You were perfect, baby,” you whispered. “My sweet, desperate boy.”

Jeongin smiled shyly, eyes still watery, face burning as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Then… can we stay like this a little longer?” he asked softly. “I don’t want to pull out yet. I like feeling you around me… even if I’m too sensitive.”

You nodded, gently stroking his hair as he clung to you, completely exhausted but still so eager to please.

Your adorable, overstimulated maknae — flushed, teary-eyed, and utterly in love with being used by you.