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Summary: you and your female best friend Seonghwa take your close friendship to the next level.
Content warnings: 18+ no minors. Seonghwa is female in this with female body parts. Uses she/her/they pronouns. Mutual masturbation. Nipple play. Assisted masturbation. Use of sex toys. Oral sex. Face riding. Multiple orgasms.
“Ugh, I hate my body. I can’t fill out any shirts how I want.” Seonghwa groaned, turning and posing different ways in the mirror.
“Please.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back against the pillows of her bed. “You’re literally a model. I don’t want to hear it.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t be critical. I mean, look.” She said, taking her shirt off and turning to face you. Her breasts bare and perky. You had seen them before since you both have been friends practically your whole life. This was no different to you.
“Yes, I see your boobs. I’ve seen them many times. I don’t get the issue?” You persisted, making her scoff.
“Yours are so much better. You have the perfect size and the perfect nipples. Every outfit you wear looks great on you.”
You grumbled and pulled your own top off, revealing your breasts.
“Look, they’re uneven.”
“Oh, whatever!” Seonghwa brushed you off. “I guess nobody ever likes their body.”
“I guess not. Especially their vagaina.”
“Wait, you don’t like your vagina? Why?” Seonghwa turned around to you in shock.
“I dunno.” You shrugged. “I guess I don’t really have anything to compare it to. So I think it looks weird.”
“Hmm..” she thought for a moment and then started to undo the button on her pants.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Your eyes widen in panic.
“I think we have known each other long enough where we can be naked in front of each other and it not be weird.” She told you. “Plus, I’m already half naked. We’re almost there as it is.”
Seonghwa dropped her pants and panties and stood naked in front of you. She didn’t give you much time to prepare some sort of reaction before walking over to the bed and sitting down on it, legs spread open for you to take a closer look.
“See?” She took her slender fingers between her legs and spread her lips. Her labia spread open like a flower, revealing her clit that was just long enough to slightly poke out of her lips. “It’s kinda pretty right? Like a flower.”
“It is. But, mine doesn’t look like that.” You sighed. “Maybe mine is weird or something.”
“Enough of that. Show me!” She said all frustrated, making you giggle. You complied and pushed your pants down your thighs and tossed them off the bed. Spreading your legs just like she was for her to look at your pussy.
“It’s so pretty, are you kidding? You have a porn star pussy.” Seonghwa gasped, craning her neck forward to get a closer look.
“Me? That’s definitely yours. Everything looks so.. perfect I guess. I mean, my clit doesn’t look like that. It does but just, yours looks more open and exposed.”
“That’s true, it is. That’s why it’s perfect for the clit sucker toy I bought a while back. The suction cup settles over it nicely.”
“Clit sucker? They make those?”
Seonghwa quickly turned to her bedside table and opened her drawer, taking out a medium size object.
“Ta-da!” She said, holding up the toy. “This is my other best friend.”
“I still don’t get it. It sucks? It doesn’t vibrate?” You asked, still bewildered. Seonghwa spread her legs again and bend them up at the knee, placing her feet flat on the mattress.
“So this part right here..” she pointed to the white suction cup on the end of the toy. “..goes over my clit.”
She brought the toy down between her legs and secured the end around her clit. Your eyes widened in shock at the view in front of you but, couldn’t find the words to speak. You were speechless.
“Then, I just hit this power button and-“ you heard the very soft hum of the toy coming to life. Seonghwa’s hips twitched ever so slightly but, her face stayed casual. “-and now it’s sucking my clit.”
You watched her cunt intently, noticing how wetness started to spread over her labia. She didn’t make a sound but, her breathing started to get a bit rapid. You looked up at her face and found her flushed, lips parted ever so slightly.
“So um, yeah-“ she stuttered, voice a bit weak. “That’s how it works.”
“And that’s all it does?” You ask softly.
“It has more speeds. It can suck even harder.” She clicked the button one more time and the strumming of the toy got a bit louder. You saw her toes press deep into the mattress.
“Um, do you mind if- I don’t know if you thought it be weird if I, you know..” she stuttered through short gasps. “..I’m just right there.”
She was asking if she could cum in front of you, on the brink of climax. Her arousal was dripping onto the bed and you could see a faint pulsing in her entrance. It should be weird, even for friends. But, then again, why did you want to see it? You looked up at her and found her staring at you. Bottom lip tucked in painfully between her teeth as she tried to hold back her orgasm while she got your permission. Seeing her like that took your breath away and made you wet between your thighs. Not knowing what to say, you just nodded your head ‘yes.’
Seonghwa clicked the button one more time on the toy, making the suction stronger. Her heels lifted off the bed and her eyes fluttered closed, her pelvis rocking back and forth as if she was grinding onto the toy.
“Oh fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” She whimpered. Her voice and pretty sounds she made made a wave of head spread to your cheeks and nipples harden.
“Let me see.” You whispered, not even realizing you said it out loud. The words landed erotically in her ears and made her come crashing down into her release. She moaned loudly with her head thrown back in pleasure. You couldn’t take you eyes off of her cunt, watching as her hole clenched open and closed as her orgasm continued. You suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have your fingers inside of her while she did that.
Seonghwa clicked off the toy and pulled it away from her pussy, body convulsing slightly with aftershocks of her orgasm. She started to giggle, feeling floaty from cumming. You giggled to but more due to the shock of what had just happened. Still admiring her body in front of you.
“Wow so.. yeah. That just happened.” She said, sitting back up in the bed once she found her breath. “Now, it’s your turn.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. I’ve shown you how to use it so use it. If you like it I’ll get you one for your birthday.” She smiled and handed you the toy. The suction cup was still wet with the remainder of Seonghwa’s orgasm. You hesitated just a little but the got into the same position Seonghwa had just been in, spreading yourself open in front of her. She immediately saw how wet you were but, didn’t make a comment. Not wanting you to chicken out.
You placed the suction around your clit, feeling it hit into the opening nice and snug. You looked up at Seonghwa, trying to find some sort of reassurance. She nodded her head slightly, a small smile on her face.
“Yes, like that. Now, hit the button one time.” She told you, and you clicked the toy on.
“OH.” You gasped and your toes curled. The toy started to suck on your clit, feeling like the softest lips pulling gently at the swollen nub.
“Right? Doesn’t it feel good?”
You just nodded your head frantically, afraid you would moan if you opened your lips. Your fingers of your free hand clawed into the sheets desperately.
“Turn it up a little.” She told you and you clicked it one more time. The strength making your eyes roll into the back of your head and pussy clench. You bit your lip trying to hold back the noises threatening to spill into the room. Seonghwa noticed your hesitation.
“You can cum if you want. I don’t mind.” She encouraged you. “Whatever you need to do to get there is okay.”
You breathed out a whimper an started to let your moans flow out freely. The sounds echoing off her bedroom walls and settling between her thighs, making her wet again. She watched you for minutes, entranced by you but realizing there was something keeping you from your climax.
“Is something wrong?” She asks.
“No- I just- I’m so close. But I keep losing it.” You whimper, frustrated.
“What do you need? Seriously, tell me anything.” She told you and you immediately knew what you needed to ask for. You looked up at your best friend, worried how things would change if you asked and it went further than what this already was. But, the fire between your legs made you decide to worry about it later. Right now, you were desperate to cum.
“Can you touch my nipples?” You asked her softly, your noice full of nerves. Seonghwa nodded and climbed over to where you were sitting. She placed two of her fingers on top of one of your pebbled nipples and started to rub circles on the hard peak.
“Oh god..” you groaned, throwing your head back from the new stimulation.
“Is this okay?” Seonghwa asked breathlessly. You looked over at her and nodded your head. The expression on your face making her soaked. She could tell by your glossy eyes and trembling lips you were about to cum. She was entranced, locked in your irises, and her face slowly started to drift closer and closer to yours. Her fingers still on your breasts and now her lips brushing against yours, you leaned in and connected to her soft mouth.
The kisses were soft and gentle at first as you both cautiously found each other’s comfortable rhythm. The intensity of the kisses deepening as you continued, your thighs opening up and pelvis pushing into your toy harder as things heated up. It felt so good. Too good. And when Seonghwa snaked her long tongue into your mouth and dragged it across yours, you came.
You moaned into her mouth as your orgasm washed over you and she moaned back, consumed in the erotic nature of the intimate moment. She continued to kiss you until your orgasm was over. Your hips twitched when you pulled the toy off your swollen and throbbing clit.
You pulled away from Seonghwa and stared at her gasping for air and eyes wide. Her expression was like a mirror, completely in shock. Not only had you both just masturbated in front of each other, you had both kissed. Something more intimate and close than anything sexual you both could have possibly done together.
“I-“ you tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. You were afraid of the mood becoming awkward before Seonghwa finally spoke.
“So, did it feel like a real mouth?” She asked you, her voice a bit weak. You didn’t respond for a minute, taken aback by her casual question after such an intimate moment.
“Oh.” You shook your head ever so slightly to focus yourself. “I uh- I wouldn’t know. Nobody has ever gone down on me before.”
“Are you serious? God- you’ve always dated such losers.” She said, getting up onto her knees on the bed and crawling over to settle herself between yours.
“Wait, what-“
“We’re best friends, right?” She asked you, looking up at you from between your thighs. Her beautiful face just inches from your throbbing pussy.
“Right.”
“Okay, so, this is just us being really close friends.” She shrugged, a small smile spreading across her face. “Don’t overthink it.”
Your tiniest tinge of wariness was greatly overshined by how horny the view of Seonghwa between your legs made you. Instead of holding yourself back, you nodded, and spread your legs further as an invitation. She winked at you in reassurance and wrapped her arms around your hips, using her grip to pull you close to her. And, with one swift move, she pushed her tongue between your folds and licked her way up to your clit.
“Oh-fuck!” You moaned in shock, your back arching off of the bed. You tried to squirm away but Seonghwa held you securely to her mouth, circling your clit between her lips. She suckled on your clit, lapping the swollen bundle of nerves with her tongue periodically. Each drag of her tongue making the pleasure grow even more intensely between your thighs. This didn’t feel like the toy she had let you use. It was so SO much better.
“Seonghwa.. Hwa, oh my god. Wait-“ your fingers laced themselves in her hair, not knowing if you should push her away or pull her face deeper into your cunt. She knew how intense this must be for you but, refused to let up, wanting you to feel every bit of pleasure she gave. She used all her strength to fight off any attempts to push her away from your pussy. Her mouth never ceasing to lick and suck your now overstimulated clit. She loved how your hips tensed around her cheeks each time she flicked her tongue in just a certain way that made electricity shoot through your body. She was obsessed with the pretty noises she was pulling out of you, your moans turning her on. She started to moan in return, the vibrations landing directly on your clit and brining you right to the brink.
“Oh my god, Hwa. Stop. Stop or I’m gonna cum-“ you choked out the warning, unable to finish as she excitedly sucked down hard on your clit, sending you into an earth shattering orgasm. You came dramatically on her tongue, your back arching off the bed and thighs clamping down around her shoulders. She lapped at your clit until your orgasm subsided, your body twitching as her tongue became a bit too much.
“Please! Okay, okay!” You giggled, finally succeeding in forcing her away from you. Seonghwa smiled, her lips and chin glossy in your cum. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before. Almost as if you were really seeing her for the first time.
“Did you like it?” She asked eagerly.
“Uh, yeah. You couldn’t tell?” You laughed in disbelief that she was actually asking you that question. “How did you learn how to do that?”
“Just by messing around with a few people. Practice makes perfect.”
“Is it hard?” You asked, a strong tone of curiosity in your voice.
“Not really. You just have to try different things and listen to how your partner responds to it. And, when it’s sounding good, don’t stop what you’re doing.” She paused briefly, biting her lip and looking at you with nothing but lust in her eyes. “Lay down. Let me teach you.”
You settled down onto the pillow and Seonghwa crawled up further on the bed, straddling your chest. Your heart skipped a beat, not knowing where she was going with this. She could sense your hesitation.
“I’m going to sit on your face.” She explained. “It seems intimidating but, it’s one of the easiest ways to learn.” She scooted up further, her pussy now directly over you. She was glistening wet, and you swear you could see her clit pulsing from how aroused she was. It made your mouth water.
“I’m going to lower myself down onto you but, I’ll hold most of my weight. You’re going to use your tongue on me just like I did to you.”
You let her know it was okay to continue and she lowered her cunt down onto your mouth, your outstretched tongue slipping inside of her folds. The taste was mild and a bit salty, delicious. You hummed into her cunt in satisfaction from how tasty she was, making her eyes roll back into her head.
“Shit..” she mumbled. “Now, stick your tongue out. Make sure I can feel it against my clit-yeah, fuck. Right there!” Seonghwa could feel your tongue against her throbbing clit. Without giving it much through, she started to rock her hips to drag herself across your slick tongue, riding it. You grabbed her hips after you heard her moan of pleasure, letting you know what you were doing was feeling good, and helped her move as she rode your face.
Seonghwa’s moans sounded almost as if she was singing, her heavenly noises helping you get into the rhythm of what she needed you to do an be. Your hands released her thighs for a few minutes to reach up and grab her breasts, taking the soft rounds in your palms and giving them a squeeze as she rode you. She looked beautiful, ethereal, above you. And you could tell by her facial expression she was close to another orgasm.
“You’re doing so fucking good baby. Right there! Right there-“ her hips bucked wildly on each side of your face as her climax rushed towards her, pressing her hips down hard against you as she chased the feeling. You could feel her cunt tensing and, with two more thrusts of her thighs, felt her clit start to pulsate against your tongue as her orgasm washed over her.
Seonghwa moaned loudly, gripping onto her headboard as she came to keep her upright. She continued to ride your tongue through her climax until she couldn’t take it anymore, her body flexing her to pull away from your mouth. She rolled off of you and collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. You licked your lips to wide away the delicious remnants of her climax left on your skin and turned to face your best friend.
“Did I do okay for my first time?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before. Ever.” She laughed and you joined in, giggling in giddy bliss.
“I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I can! It was going to happen sooner or later.” Seonghwa said, still in a fit of giggles. “What else are best friends for?”
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Finally finished after quite a long time ❤️ hope you enjoyed.
I just know his tendency to 'overshare' overflows into certain 'others' areas...
*Disclaimer: This is just for fun, obviously I don't know the man😊*
He would enjoy teasing you with the same unnecessary, delicious details.
On the phone in that low teasing voice, "I just got out of the shower...still dripping. You should come over and help me dry off"
“You’re making that face right now, aren’t you? The one you make when I say things I shouldn’t.”
Then he would do that little chuckle thing he does and push a little further- “Your voice is so sexy. I'm actually getting so hard right now I might have to do something about it later...Is that allowed to say?”
He’d murmur things like “You make me so hot baby"- voice rough against your ear. “I almost came earlier just thinking about fucking you later.”
Mid-kiss he’d pull back, guide your hand down to his sweatpants to cup his hardening dick, unrestricted by any boxers. "Can you feel what you do to me pretty girl?"
He’d want your eyes on him. He’d guide your hands, your mouth, your words -quietly asking you to describe what you see, what he feels like, how hard he is for you. Ordinary moments would never stay ordinary: the way his shirt rides up, the sound of a zipper, the brush of his thigh against yours -he’d narrate them, turning every small moment into something charged and intimate.
It would stay playful, almost light, until it suddenly isn’t. He’d keep the tension high with his dirty little confessions, feeding off the way your breath catches or the way you look at him when he says something he didn’t strictly need to say. And if you’re into it -if you respond to it, it becomes mutual exhibitionism, a slow, sensual game of dirty storytelling that builds until neither of you can keep teasing anymore.
That’s how it would feel with him. Not heavy or forced. Just him, unable to stop telling you exactly what’s happening to his body… and loving every second of what his words are doing to you.
Summary: You college best friend has taken a special interest in your body during your sleepovers. You think it’s just a dream.
Note: this is a work of fiction. Actions in this story are not acceptable in any real life scenarios and should only be part of fantasy due to questionable consensual circumstances. This is in no way shape or form an accurate description of these characters in real life and is purely for entertainment purposes. Please read at your own risk.
Content Warning: 18+ no minors. Seonghwa has female body parts and uses she/they pronouns. They’re perverted. Somnophilia without consent. Dubious consent. Use of sleeping tea. Wet dreams. Nipple play. Nipple orgasm. Nipple sucking. Masturbation. Orgasms in sleep. Fingering. Clit play. Oral sex. Face riding. Finger riding. Multiple orgasms. Squirting.
Your new friend Seonghwa was beautiful and a huge nerd. Both of you bonded over your love of movies and Animal Crossing. You had a lot of fun times spent together and eventually started having sleepovers. Most were completely normal but, lately, things seemed a bit.. odd.
Two months ago you woke up to a very strange feeling. Your body was very warm and it appeared you had uncovered yourself in the middle of the night. Your nipples were sore and the panties you were wearing were completely soaked. Maybe you were ovulating? You chose to ignore it but, it started to occur almost every time you spent the night.
One morning, your eyes opened in shocking quickness from a sensual dream. Everything had felt so real. So intense. Between your legs, you felt yourself throbbing with an overwhelming strength that had seemed to have already reached its peak. It was then you realized that you had orgasmed while you were sleeping. You felt embarrassed having had this happen while sharing a bed with your sleeping friend. But, a small part of you also enjoyed it.
After the first time, it continued to happen every time you slept over. You don’t know what caused it nor did you talk to Seonghwa to see if they had also experienced this. You just kept it to yourself. However, you started to crave this feeling, letting yourself fall asleep in their bed multiple times a week knowing you would wake up to a pulsing release.
“Are you sleepy?” Seonghwa giggled, looking down at you dozing off on her extra pillow.
“Mhmm.” You mumbled with a weak smile, struggling to stay awake.
“Did you drink all your tea?” She asked, referring to your a special cup of tea she made you and on your last visit. It was a sleepy-time tea, meant to help you fall asleep.
“Yeah.” You mumbled. Seonghwa tucked your hair behind your ear, caressing your face softly while you finally fell into a deep slumber. She watched you until she heard the familiar sound of your slowed, steady, breathing. Knowing that meant you were sleeping like the dead, and ready for her to play with you.
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Flashback.
The first time it happened it was nearly innocent. As innocent as the circumstances allow you to consider. Really, it was curiosity that started this. Seonghwa was always curious about other girls bodies. So, when you fell asleep and she could see your nipples outlined through your thin tank top, she couldn’t help but reach out and touch them over the fabric. Her fingers grazing over your puffy nipples until they slowly turned into hard peaks. Each pad of her fingers rubbing light circles around your stiff nipples.
She continued this for many minutes, mesmerized at how they seemed to grow firmer and firmer under her touch. Your legs seem to move ever so slightly here and there, squeezing together.
‘Can she feel this?’ Seonghwa thought to herself, curious. Switching from teasing your nipples to flicking rapidly at them with her fingertips, making your pussy start to tighten below. She continued, causing you to shift ever so slightly in your sleep, your thighs falling open to reveal the panties you slept in, feeling comfortable enough with her to not wear shorts over them. When Seonghwa looked down, she noticed a very distinct wet spot on the cotton fabric. One that made her make her own in the panties she wore.
She started to get turned on, scaring her. In the shock of it all she stopped and laid back down beside you and tried to sleep, vowing to never touch you again. However, this was a promise never meant to be kept. Only telling herself she would keep her hands to herself to convince her she was not the pervert she knew she was deep down.
The second time it happened, Seonghwa put the blame on you. How could you come over and fall asleep in such a low-cut top? Didn’t you know your breast would fall out of your neckline when you shifted in your sleep? They couldn’t help it but reach out to touch you once again, this time on your bare skin. When your peak stiffened under the soft fingertip and you didn’t stir, she felt bold and stuck her tongue out to flick it across the sensitive tip. They loved how the hardened tip felt against their tongue and continued to flick it against you. You could feel it in your dreams while completely unaware it was actually real. Your pussy started to get increasingly wet with every stroke of their tongue. You let out a whimper in your sleep that startled Seonghwa. They froze on the bed, sure they were caught, but found relief when your slow breathing had not changed and your eyes stayed closed.
They checked you between your thighs and found a similar wet spot from the last time which made them smirk. Were they really doing something wrong if you seemed to enjoy it? Even subconsciously? They didn’t think so. With your breast still peeking out of your top, Seonghwa brought their face up to you again but this time, wrapping her delicate lips around it. They suckled gently, swiping their tongue across it now and again, enjoying the whimpers that slipped out while you slept. Between your thighs, your muscles started to tighten. You could feel it in your dreams, deliciously running towards a high you didn’t know the cause of.
Seonghwa used their hand to reach out to touch your other covered breast. Their slender fingers finding your unattended nipple to tease it over your shirt. The added stimulation very quickly was enough to push you over. Your cunt started to pulsate as you came completely untouched between your thighs. The orgasm was not the most intense one you had ever had, but it was enough to wake you slowly. You stirred and Seonghwa quickly pulled away from you, managing to somehow situate herself to look asleep when your groggy eyes finally managed to open.
You were confused, panties coated in your orgasm and sticky against your skin. Without thinking you reached your hand down between your thighs and checked yourself, still pulsing from the aftershocks of your climax. Your panties soaked. You bit your lip, still feeling a bit aroused, but remembered you were not at home and a friend was near. You sat up in Seonghwas bed and quickly re-adjusted your breast, hoping they did not see you bare, and quietly snuck off to their bathroom. You dropped your panties and saw how ruined they were, feeling a bit embarrassed. There was no way you could go around the rest of the day with those.
You changed out of them and put a pair of sleeping shorts on instead, wearing no panties at all. You shoved the panties in your bag to take care of when you got home. Then, laid back down to sleep for the rest of the night.
While you slept, Seonghwa went to investigate. Peeking in your overnight backpack to find what you had hidden. She grabbed the crumpled fabric and saw the sticky clear remnants of your orgasm, a small gasp leaving her lips when she realized what she had made you do. She suddenly couldn’t help herself, stealing your underwear and laying back down on the bed with them.
Seonghwa spread their legs and pushed their own panties down her thighs, her cunt already throbbing. She turned her face towards yours to make sure you did not start to wake up again and then, slowly used her hand to rub circles in her clit with your ruined panties. The soaked cotton slid across her swollen clit, feeling almost like a tongue. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she continued to rub the fabric on herself, rolling her hips slowly for more friction. She imagined your tongue lapping across her cunt, licking her up until she broke. When Seonghwa finally came, it was the best orgasm she had ever had. She convulsed beside you on the bed, eyes rolled back, and hand clamped around her mouth to prevent any noise. When her orgasm subsided, she hid the panties under her pillow, wanting to keep them to remember this night.
Every night you slept over, Seonghwa played with you until you came. Always focusing mainly on your nipples, only once finding the courage to rub her fingers over your clothed pussy. Usually only opting to rest her hand against you while she sucked on your nipples to enjoy the feeling of your clit pulsing under her.
One night, she decided to test out a new tea she had found for you. It was made to work like a sleep-aid, to make you sleep and keep you asleep. You drank the whole cup easily down to the last drop.
“So this is supposed to help us sleep?” You asked her.
“Yeah.” She shrugged, sipping on a decoy tea next to you. “I’m just having a really hard time sleeping but want you to try it to make sure I’m not getting ripped off.”
It didn’t take any convincing, you didn’t care. You liked being asleep with Seonghwa next to you, knowing what always went with it. You soon felt the affects of the tea and fell soundly asleep.
“Hey.” They whispered to you. “Are you awake?”
You didn’t stir.
“Is it working?” She said at a normal volume but, you didn’t wake up. She continued with her test, reaching down and pulling your panties to the side to expose you to her. Your pussy on full display with no parts hidden. Every part of her body felt on fire and she took in the sight in front of her. She thought you were beautiful. Delicate.
To see you in your full glory, she performed her usual teasing of your nipples and watched as your arousal slowly coated your exposed folds until you glistened in the low-lights of her room. She couldn’t take your eyes off of your pretty cunt while you started to pulse, your clit twitching before her eyes as she played with you. She pushed her hand into her panties and rubbed herself while she watched your pussy start to clench around nothing, her free hand still stimulating your nipple. Her hand working furiously against her, small whimpers slipping out of her throat, until she finally saw you cum softly. Your cunt started to pulsate, muscles contacting, while your cum ran out of your cunt and onto her mattress. Seonghwa came hard, folding into herself as her body shuttered in pleasure.
She carefully covered you up again after she was done climaxing and head out of the clouds. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t get her mind off of how your cunt looked while you came. It finally broke her free from everything holding her back from going all the way. She needed more of you and she was going to take it, in any way she could.
End Flashback.
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After making sure you drifted off to sleep, Seonghwa pulled down your panties until they were off of you completely. The tea was working wonders, keeping you unconscious while she successfully undressed you. She propped herself between your thighs and spread them slowly, surprised you find you already soaking wet. She wouldn’t know yet but, you had been aroused just thinking about your next in-dream orgasm.
“Fuck.” She mumbled to herself, out of desire and some nerves, then mustered up the courage to reach out and push her finger between your folds. She dragged her digit from the bottom to top, collecting your arousal and bringing it up to your already swollen clit. She bit her lip as she rubbed her finger in a circle at the very tip of it, watching your pussy clench from the direct contact. The more she rubbed the wetter you got. The fire building between your legs that you could feel in your dreams. However, this time, the intensity from her real touch started to slowly wake you up. Your eyes were heavy and unable to open yet, still not fully coherent. You thought you were still in a dream, conjuring up the explanation that a dream-like entity was pleasuring you. You moaned softly, embracing the pleasure, your legs widening a bit more.
Seonghwa was going out of their mind at your reaction, not realizing you were slowly waking up. At this point, there’s no way of telling if she would even care. Seeing you open up for her made her feel bold, dragging her finger back down and pushing the very tip of her finger inside of you. Your hips twitched from the teasing penetration, your arousal coating her finger. She pushed herself in further, watching as your cunt swallowed her finger down to her knuckle. They didn’t move for a moment, taking in the erotic feeling of you pulsing around her skin, then dragged herself out to push a second finger inside. This time, curling them upwards to rub against your g-spot.
You started to become overwhelmed with pleasure, the feeling of somebody fucking their fingers inside of you becoming all too real. Way too real. You moaned again, legs opening completely. The feeling was intoxicating and you had no desire to stop it. Your mind becoming more clear with every pump inside until you realized this was no dream. You were about to cum, for real, on somebody fingers.
You felt scared for only a second before realizing it could only be one person. Seonghwa. Everything hitting you all at once: the wet dreams, orgasms, sore nipples, and the sleeping tea. She had been touching you in your sleep. Violating you.
And, fuck, you loved it.
You orgasmed hard from her fingers and the taboo of it all, clenching down hard around her while her wrist failed to stop moving. Your hips lifted off the bed and back arched as it shafted to become more intense, Seonghwa not letting up. Your eyes finally opened, hand reaching down to grab onto her slender wrist, making her stop and freeze.
When you looked down, your eyes met. Seonghwas eyes were wide in horror, her pulse visibly racing in her neck. She slipped her fingers out of your aching cunt and was about to retreat when you stopped her.
“Wait!” You croaked, throat dry from the deep sleep.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“ she began to panic.
“Eat my pussy.” You told her, taking her by surprise. “Please. Please make me cum again.”
She didn’t hesitate, dipping her face down between your thighs and pushing her long and pointed tongue into your swollen cunt. You moaned loudly and reached down to grab onto her hair. Your fingers tangling into her dark locks to push her face deeper into you. Seonghwa groaned as she took in your desperation, her pointed nose pushing up into your clit as you rocked your hips. You were shamelessly grinding against her tongue, using her face to bring yourself to your next orgasm.
Seonghwa was beyond turned on, ready to cum at any small touch. Reaching down between her own legs, she pushed her hand underneath her panties and laid on her hand. Pushing her hips, she humped herself against her fingers, clit grinding onto the pads while you rode her tongue. You watched as she did this, the sight making you cum again. This time, all over her tongue and face. Her orgasm followed soon after, cumming while she kept her tongue out to lap up your gushing release.
You laid still once you both finished, the only sound came from your ragged breathing. Both of your highs mellowing out. Seonghwa sat up cautiously and looked at you warily. You stared back, taking in her expression and knowing exactly what she was thinking. She was scared. And, she was not wrong to feel this way. You should be upset. You shouldn’t be okay with what has been happening. But you were. Completely enticed by the idea of her wanting you so bad, she couldn’t help but take advantage of you when you were so vulnerable.
“So, you were the person of my dreams?” You finally said, a smile spreading on your face. Seonghwa visibly relaxed in relief, letting out a shy giggle
“Guilty.” They admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s a bit strange but, I kinda don’t mind.” You shrugged. “I’ve known for a while something was happening with me. Well, to me.”
“Really?”
“Why do you think I sleep over all the time?” Both of you giggled together, completely relaxed and giddy.
“Well, maybe next time you don’t have to be asleep.”
“I think I’d like that.” You told her, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “But, can I still sleep over again tomorrow?”
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Wow this was so hottttt to write yall! I hope you enjoyed :)
Summary: Your childhood best friend Seonghwa visits you after studying abroad in college for four years. Your reunion leads to Seonghwa teaching you about one of her favorite ways to masturbate: using the bathtub faucet. After your encounter, will it ever be just like it was before?
“Okay, I’m going to take a shower real quick.” You told Seonghwa, drying your hair that was dripping with water from the pool.
Reuniting with the friend you had grown up with was something you had looked forward to since Hwa had reached out. You reminisced on old times, revisited old hangout spots that you both used to frequent, and now ended the day swimming in your pool just like you did every summer break from school.
Both of you had changed so much since you last saw each other. It had been four years since Seonghwa left to Korea to go to college while you stayed in the states for school. Now, after graduating, she came to visit family before permanently moving back to Korea to start a career. She hit you up on her second week back, wanting to catch up with her old best friend and you were so happy when she did.
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. I’ll join you.” She told you, wiping the droplets away as much as she could from her damp skin.
Once both of you were adequately dry you made your way through the house and to your bathroom where she unexpectedly followed you inside.
“Oh, did you want to go first?” You asked a bit confused. “I don’t mind waiting a bit.”
“Why would either of us wait?” She asked you while turning on the faucet of the tub. “We used to shower together all the time. It will be just like it was before.”
You stood still as she swapped the stream from the faucet to the shower head and flinched ever so slightly when the shower of water hit the base of the tub. Seonghwa started to untie her bikini and you couldn’t help but watch as the wet fabric dropped to the floor.
‘It will be just like it was before.’ She had said. But, how could it be? Both of you were now adults with adult bodies. Do adult friends even shower together or does that end as soon as puberty hits? You didn’t know. But, instead of protesting you shook the awkward thought out of your head and repeated those words Seonghwa had said in your head: it will be just like it was before.
Seonghwa stepped into the warm water and closed the curtain behind her. After taking a breath you shed your bathing suit and climbed in after her without a second thought. The water was inviting and relaxed your body that had gone rigid earlier, the steam instantly giving you a sense of calm. It took you a moment to realize you had closed your eyes while taking in the sensation and, as you slowly opened them back up, the silhouette of Seonghwa came into focus as she was sudsing up her body with body washed she had helped herself to, seemingly paying you no mind.
She looked lost in the scent of the soap as she spread the soapy bubbles over her body, breathing in deep breaths of the aroma. You could see as her chest rise and fall. Your eyes seemed to be pulled down to her chest as her hands massaged her perky breasts, cleaning the soft skin and leaving her nipples hard and perked up. You suddenly felt as if you were watching something you didn’t have permission to see so you turned your back to her and tried to carry on with your shower as if she wasn’t there.
You were both quiet as each of you continued. The only sounds were the quiet ‘excuse me’ as you took turns scooting past each other to take turns under the water. Ever so often your breasts would ever so slightly brush the wet skin of her toned back and you had to shake awake the feeling of arousal you knew you shouldn’t be having.
It’s just like it was before.. that’s it.
When both of you had finally finished your shower routines, Seonghwa swapped back the water from the shower head to the faucet where the water rushed down onto her feet. The powerful pressure from the flow making her stare down at where it hit her skin, as if she was admiring it.
“You’re so lucky you still live in a place that has one of these bathtub/shower hybrid tubs. I only have a shower and I miss it every day.” She sighs and looks you in the eyes for the first time in the last 10 minutes.
“Really? I feel like it’s kinda pointless now. I don’t really take baths anymore.” You told her, fighting your hardest to not look at anything lower than her shoulders.
“Really? Once I discovered what I could do with the faucet, I took baths almost every day until I moved out.” She giggled. “If you know what I mean.”
“I actually don’t think I do.” You told her with your eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Oh my god.. you’ve never gotten off with the bathtub faucet?” She gasped with her jaw dropped. Your eyes widened as what she was asking clicked.
“I-uh, no. I don’t understand?”
“Do you not masturbate?” Seonghwa asked you bluntly with a bit of a judgmental tone.
“I mean, I do. Just.. I don’t understand how I can do it with the faucet.” Your whole body felt hot as if you were still standing under the shower water. “Why are we even talking about-“
“Okay, I have to show you what you’re missing.” She told you with determination. “Sit down and scoot all the way up to the front of the tub.”
“Hwa.. w-what?” You stuttered, not budging from your spot.
“Trust me.” She persisted, placing her hands on your shoulder and encouraging you to sit down. “As your friend, I must show you a very useful skill. You’ll thank me later.”
You hesitated for only a moment longer before finally giving in and sitting on the white acrylic base, scooting up until your crossed legs hit the water.
“Okay. Perfect. Now, lay on your back and scoot up even more. Place your legs on the wall.”
You turned back to look up at her in shock but words failed you as you realized you were eye-level with her most private area. Her cunt was hairless and almost resembled a flower the way her labia laid naturally. You stared at the sight for a bit longer than you should have before forcing your gaze to meet hers.
“I know it sounds crazy but I need you to trust me.” She was trying as hard as she could to hide her amused expression. “Here, let me help you.”
Seonghwa suddenly crouched down and sat behind you and used her arms to pull you back towards her to make it easier for you to unfold your legs and place your feet against the wall. Below, you could feel your pussy spread open slightly as you separated your legs in the process.
“Perfect.” She mumbled. “Now, scoot your butt up.”
She placed your head into her lap as she scooted up with you, following close. As you continued to move forward your pussy became even more exposed as your knees started to bend towards you and, with one final shift forward, you finally felt the heavy stream of water cascade down onto your cunt.
“Oh!” You gasped, your hand quickly moving to cover your mouth and your legs pushing onto the wall to lift yourself away from the steam.
“I told you!” She giggled above you. “But you can’t run from it if you want to cum.”
“Hwa.. can you really cum like this?” You looked up at her completely bewildered.
“Yes I can.” She smirked. “Do you want to try? I can coach you through it.”
“I don’t know.” You mumbled even though the apex of your thighs pulsated to the idea. “I just.. are you sure we should be doing this?”
“Like I said, it’s just like it was before. Two friends showering together.” She shrugged. “And now it’s your friend showing you something new for the first time.”
You nodded and slowly laid your head back down against her, your neck laying comfortably against her folded legs as you cautiously lowered your body back down under the faucet.
“That’s it.” She encouraged you as your hips tensed from the pleasure between them. “Now spread your legs wider and bring your feet down lower on the wall to open yourself up even more to the water flow.”
You did as she said and you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll to the back of your head for a moment as the pleasure intensified.
“Now, if I was in your place, I would definitely be stimulating my nipples as well.” She said with a hint of mischievousness behind her tone. And, without warning, you suddenly felt her long and slender fingers quickly start to brush back and forth across your hard peaks. The pleasure was otherworldly and brought an uncontrollable whimper to slip out between your lips that made Hwa bite her lip.
She knew she had you right where she wanted you.
“What else do you like?” She bend forward just enough to talk low and seductive next to your ear. “Do you like it when people say filthy things to you?”
You didn’t answer, completely in disbelief of what was happening while also in the throes of intense pleasure.
“Hmm? You like it when I play with your nipples?” She cooed at you while taking both of your nipples between her finger and thumb to pinch them lightly. “I know you do because your hips can’t stay still.”
You bit your lip at your friend’s surprisingly effective words and looked down towards the stream where you could see the strong flow cascading down onto your clit. The visual was not something you would ever imagine being sexy but, in that moment, you couldn’t think of anything more erotic.
“Let’s make it feel even better.” She told you, peaking your interest. “Reach your hand down and spread your cunt open and pull your hand back. Really expose your clit to the water.”
You did as you were told, reaching down into the stream and spreading yourself open even more. As soon as you felt the water hit your now spread-open cunt, your back arched off the floor of the tub and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
“Fuck.” Hwa muttered. “That’s it. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Yes!” You whimpered, your thighs starting to instinctively buck up against the stream as if to grind against it.
“Yes, that’s it. Move against it like it’s lapping at you. Doesn’t it feel like a tongue?” Hwa asked as her fingertips began to flick the tips of your nipples again.
She was right. The heavy stream massaged your core just like a skilled tongue thanks to the movement of your hips. You found yourself getting lost in the stimulation as you imagined the pressure being Hwa’s tongue working against your cunt, the fantasy not even phasing you at this point.
“You’re doing so good.” She cooed. “Keep it moving against your sweetest spot.”
Your legs started to tremble as the heat between your thighs grew stronger and stronger. Whimpers and gasps of moans released without any hesitation as your climax quickly started to build, the noises alerting Seonghwa of your approaching orgasm.
“Are you going to cum?”
“Y-yes.” You whimpered, nodding your head frantically. “So close.”
“Focus on the feeling. Make yourself cum.” She instructed you almost sternly. “Don’t hold back.”
The speed of your hips quickened and you desperately grinded against the warm water, the heavy pressure running up and down against your pulsing clit as you moved your body up and down against it.
“That’s it, make yourself cum. Show me how you cum.” Hwa couldn’t help but moan the filthy words as she watched you go rigid under the water. The final push into your earth shattering orgasm being a quick tug to both your nipples from her fingers. Your body convulsed as the stream continued to beat down on your clit. Your mouth fell slack and Hwa continued to say filthy words to you until your orgasm subsided and the still-flowing stream began to make your cunt feel unbearably sensitive.
“Okay! Okay, I need to get up.” You gasped, pushing yourself away from the wall while Hwa giggled behind you. She stood up first and, once your head stopped spinning, helped you stand on your completely unstable legs.
Both of you dried off in silence and stood side by side as you each brushed out the tangled of your wet hair as you stole nervous glances from each other in the mirror.
Could it really be just like it was before after all.. that?
“So, uh-“ you began to say but was quickly cut off.
“So do you believe me now?” She asked suddenly.
“What? Oh-“ you started to giggle shyly. “Yes. I definitely believe you now.”
“I’ve learned a thing or two since I last saw you.” She said almost suggestively, her eyes drifting down your body once quickly.
Maybe it didn’t have to be just like it was before. Both of you were older. Mature. Your school days were long past you and this was ‘now.’ So, you thought, why not see where the mature version of your friendship would go?
“Really?” You turned to face her. “Is there anything else you can show me?”
Seonghwa’s eyes widened for a moment before she composed herself, a smirk spreading across her face.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten by a girl before?”
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I missed Fem Hwa soooo much. I had to bring her back and I thought the best way was to relive one of my own personal experiences with some changed to suit the character. I hope you guys enjoyed!!
after rough sex, satoru tenderly (and possessively) treats your sore & irritated body with balm
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you spread your legs for him earlier, so how come it feels more embarrassing now?
"what's wrong? earlier, you were begging for more, now you can't even look at me while im taking care of you?"
nope. you couldn't even bear to look at him with raw vulnerability as he worked you out down there.
satoru was positioned between your thighs, opening your folds with two fingers as he applied the balm with his other hand. his touch was light, almost clinical as it ran over your inner labia. the skin he spent all night ravaging was now getting taken care of.
"it's just skin, baby. there's nothing you haven't already shown me a dozen times tonight."
a low hum escaped his lips as he dipped his thumb in the balm, bringing it back to your vulva as he rubbed it on your swollen clit. the clit he spanked over and over, completely fraying its nerves.
"no..its not—," you choked on your breath, shaking your head. "its not really..just skin.."
when he pulled back your clit hood and used his thumb to apply a gentle, cooling swipe on the direct bud, you realized your weak protests meant nothing. useless whimpers and whines fell on deaf ears.
he stilled his movements for a moment before stroking again.
"i know its not," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "that's why you're acting like this, isn't it?"
you didn't have an answer. not when you were completely exposed to him in the most intimate and vulnerable way ever.
both of his elbows kept your thighs open to make sure he could see every part of you, every part of the flesh he had been shown tonight. your clit was an angry red beneath this thumb, still throbbing and twitching from every light touch. your inner labia were completely chafed by the brutal friction of his cock, the skin raw and glistening in the substance of the balm.
a deep sigh escaped him, a small pout tugged on his lips when he realized how rough he may have been. it was a repeated motion—dip his thumb in the balm, apply it on your vulva.
when the pad of his thumb smoothed the crimson part of your inner fold, your thighs trembled and clamped from the touch despite how careful it was.
"nope. absolutely not."
his voice wasn't angry, but it had the same authority he used when around others. before you could full close up, he pushed his elbows deeper on your thighs, applying just enough pressure to keep them wide open.
"don't close up. if i don't fix this now, you're gonna complain tomorrow about how much it stings."
the sight of satoru casually applying vulva balm in the area between your thighs was infinitely more embarrassing than him pounding like a beast inside you.
this was softer, more careful compared to the aggressive sex you had earlier. this wasn't the side of satoru you were usually exposed to, therefore every touch felt like a blow to your ego. not because he was softening up, but because you felt like a baby getting a bandaid on a boo boo.
in this situation, there was no move or retort you could say that could switch the power dynamic.
"remind me why you're doing this again?" your tone was seasoned with a pinch of sassiness beneath the fluster.
satoru looked up at you. he watched the way you rolled your eyes and dreadfully dragging your hands down your face, admiring the sight of you so helpless beneath him.
he couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle at your usual attitude. "because you're mine..thats why."
his touch became softer, slower, more deliberate as he massaged the balm in, ensuring the substance absorbed in your irritated skin.
"and who else is going to handle you when you get like this? you'd probably try to walk off the soreness and end up face planting in the middle of the hallway." he added, a small smirk tugging on his lips.
"but i'm independent, aren't i? i'm a grown woman and you're treating me like a baby."
the fire in his eyes started to return as you retorted. his thumb moved idly and slowly like all his attention came back to your words.
"sweetheart, you were begging for me to ruin you ten minutes ago. i don't think 'independent' was exactly the word coming out of your mouth when you were wrapped around me."
he opened your folds, checking that he treated all the spots he ruined. then he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your temple.
"you're a grown woman, yeah," he continued. "but even grown women need someone to clean up the mess they make."
"you're the one who made me a mess. is that my responsibility?"
satoru froze. he watched the way your eyes narrowed when you looked at him, defensive and fierce.
a slow grin spread across across his face.
"fuck, you're good." he breathed out, his voice rough with amusement. "technically.. no. it's not your responsibility to clean up after me. but i'm not asking you to take responsibility, baby. i'm telling you i'm taking it."
the humiliating, ego-bruising balm session finally ended. he crawled forward, draping a heavy arm over your waist as he dropped on the bed next to you.
"that's the difference between us," he murmured. his gaze was noticeably softer, tracing the shape of your lips. "you think this is about who's in charge or who owes what. but when i fuck you, i ruin you. the mess, the soreness, the way you can't even stand tomorrow? thats all mine. and since it's mine, i'm going to be the one to fix it."
right.
the tight knot of embarrassment in your stomach was replaced by the soft flutter of butterflies. despite how obnoxious this man could be, he always had a way to remind you that he wasn't as irresponsible as he displayed.
with you, he had the chance to strip away all the armor he wore to protect the parts of him that stayed reserved strictly for you.
vulnerability was so often viewed as a weakness. but watching him rest his head against your shoulder, you wondered if it was actually the absolute purest way to love someone.
"then have me," you whispered, feeling the heaviness of sleep pull you under. "have all of me."
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the dialogue def might be the strongest part of my piece. after multiple daydreaming sessions in my life and creating fake conversations, it led up to this.
im pretty upset about how predictable my sentence structures are. im going to need to read a lot more🥹🥹
summary — it’s your own fault for being a brat on your boyfriend’s birthday.
wc — 2.9k
warnings — nsfw. minors dni. smut, finger sucking, blowjob (kind of), bratty reader, pussy slapping, thigh fucking, mean dom!cheol
author’s note — happy scoups day! please be kind this is my first fic in half a year or something
Seungcheol heaves a disappointed sigh. His stare down at you is heavy, and if he weren't your boyfriend of several years, you'd be intimidated.
"It's a shame you couldn't be a good girl," he says, his voice deep and so, so patronising. "And on my birthday? Really?"
"You didn't have to tip the bartender," you argue, doing little to swallow the bitterness in your voice while he reaches out to run his thumb over your bottom lip.
His eyes flit across your face. They're darker than usual, swimming with calculation. Behind them, the cogs in his brain are turning, because you don't care about things like that, and you never have.
He'll play your little game, though.
"She was pretty," he admits with a light shrug. It's childish and petty, but you wanted to be those things first. And this is exactly what you want to hear, isn't it? That your 'inkling' about his motive was right, despite the fact that Seungcheol didn't even look at her.
"Not as pretty as me," you say without hesitation, and just like that your facade comes tumbling down. The truth is you never doubted your relationship for a second.
"Not even close," he agrees. "You just wanted an excuse to be a brat."
He raises one of those thick brows and it's always almost enough to make you yield, but your urge to defy him is too strong. You like the way something shifts in his face when you do, the dark, primal hunger that occupies his eyes. The edge that appears in his voice.
"Maybe you should have paid attention to me instead of flirting with other women," you say. You both know it's bullshit. He tips everywhere he goes. You expect the way he scoffs and the way his fingers tighten slightly around your jaw, channelling the last shreds of his patience into his grip.
"Get on your knees, angel," he says, so low that it makes you shiver. And he knows his girl — knows exactly what the spiteful gleam in your eyes means, the words that are on the tip of your tongue, so before you get the chance to say them, he continues: "I'll wait all night if I have to."
You narrow your eyes at him, challenging, hoping it'll rile him up further if you keep up the attitude. You're hungry though, so you start lowering yourself to the wooden floor, your gaze unwavering as it clashes against his the whole time.
"Oh, you actually listened? Surprising," he says. The condescension makes you want to stand to your feet again, but before you can do that, his thumb is between your lips once more and your jaw drops open for him subconsciously.
You peer up at him as he presses down on your tongue, pushing it as far as it can go, testing the gag reflex he knows he won't touch. The stretch is not even close to that of his cock, but when he mutters a gruff "suck it," there's wetness beginning to pool between your legs anyway.
For now, you'll obey. Your lips close around his thumb, your tongue swirling around the tip of it while he watches with a barely-there grin. You start to bob your head, slowly dragging your mouth up and down the length of it, moaning softly, too. Maybe if you put on a good enough show, he'll grant you a taste of the real thing.
"Look at you," he coos, but the affection in his tone is far from genuine. "So desperate for cock in your mouth you'll take my finger."
You pull off his thumb, letting saliva web from your lips. The sight never fails to make him twitch in his pants, so you take your chance to entice him. "If you give me your cock it'll be more fun for both of us."
He raises that brow again like he's questioning your audacity for a beat, and then slowly his features even out. "Take it, then."
You pause, your brows raising momentarily. Just like that?
Your fingers start to unbuckle his belt, but you take your time with it. You're not the only insatiable one in this relationship, and with a pretty girl on her knees in front of him, how sturdy can his patience be?
After pulling his belt off, you unbutton the button of his jeans, and pull down the zipper. Slowly. Taking advantage of the upper hand that you have that will only last another moment or two.
As he kicks away his jeans and your hand reaches for the band of his boxers, he's quick to grab it, his fingers gentle around your wrist when he pulls it away from him. You frown, glancing up at him with a puzzled stare.
"You said you wanted my cock, didn't you?" he asks before you can run your mouth.
"You know what I meant by that," you say.
He smirks, and you feel smaller than a mouse. "I don't think you're in any place to make demands, angel."
The fabric tastes dry on your tongue. You let as much spit as you can spill from your lips as you mouth at the outline of his hardening cock. All you can do is drag your tongue up and down, in spite of the warm friction that tries to inhibit you, until his Calvin Kleins are soaked with your saliva.
"Fuck, baby, that's it," he grunts, his hands gathering your hair up and out of your face. "How does it feel?"
You pull away from his crotch, your lips swollen and glistening. "Like sucking on a sock."
Amusement dances in his eyes, in the way one of the corners of his mouth lifts up. "If you want to use that mouth to throw tantrums, then you don't deserve my cock in it."
When you bring your lips to his clothed erection again, you suck a little harder than before, the hiss he lets out is music to your ears. Suddenly you're determined to make him cum like this — to spoil the control he thinks he has over you.
But he is already one step ahead. Sometimes you think he can read your mind, or maybe he's just a man who's used to his girlfriend's bratty antics. Either way, he senses a certain intent in the way your mouth moves with more vigour, so the next thing he does is tug you firmly away from his bulge by your hair.
"Stand up," he tells you, curt.
You do. You rise to your feet, wincing slightly at the stiffness in your knees. His eyes are wolf-like as they observe your face, flitting from one of your irises to the other. His lips, a little dry as always, are pouted in thought. His hand reaches for the thin strap of your dress, pulling at it softly. His tongue darts out, swiping over his bottom lip as he drinks you in.
"Take this off," he says.
"Not gonna take it off for me?"
"Aren't you a little spoiled for someone who embarrassed me in front of our friends?"
That makes you falter. There's a bite of guilt in your chest for a moment, where his words make reality rear its head and remind you of the fact that you had caused a bit of a scene in the bar. It was only enough to turn a few heads, but perhaps you'd pushed the bratty act a little too far. A moment later and you're reaching back to unzip your dress, letting it slip down your body and pool on the floor.
"I wore your favourite set," you say, timid now, standing in a soft pink two-piece with flowers and a lacy heart pattern — one of two that he hadn't torn to scraps, because when he saw you in it for the first time he nearly came just from the sight of you. Then, he had laid you down and fucked you until you both cried.
"You were expecting to get fucked tonight," he realises.
"I like to think I'm one of your birthday presents."
"I should get a refund, then," he says, taking your hands in his and placing them against his chest. Something in you lights up from the fact that he's letting you touch him.
"Well, you're past the return period, baby," you retort, sliding your hands down his torso, feeling the delicious softness of his abdomen under your palms.
His gaze softens, a flicker of tenderness, but you're too busy peeling his t-shirt off to notice, greed spurring you along. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you devour the sight of his exposed torso, warmth pulsing low in your belly at the perfect mix of thickness and muscle that lets him pound into you so devastatingly well.
"Go lay down for me," he says, his voice gentle. You glance up at him through your lashes, suppressing the triumphant grin that threatens to take over your face as you tiptoe over to the edge of the bed and lay back on your elbows.
He steps toward you, the affection in his eyes morphing vaguely into something smug when you part your legs for him, something a little devilish.
"Look at you," he mutters, kneeling between your thighs. "Greedy little thing."
He leans over you, his hands caging around you, and kisses you for the first time tonight. It's slow, and the tenderness of it catches you off guard. For a second, you think maybe he's forgiven you, or at least put his disappointment aside so that you can have an adult conversation later and he can get the birthday sex he deserves right now.
But then he pulls away abruptly, just as your mouths had started to move in a heated rhythm. "Brats get spanked, you know."
Your hope shatters. You blink up at him, ready to beg for mercy.
"Do you want it on your ass or your cunt, baby?"
You can't take an ass spanking. He's ruthless with those, and on top of that, he's clearly feeling mean today. Without thinking, you blurt out, "my cunt."
He purrs in approval before leaning back on his knees and peeling your panties away carefully. When he does, you realise just how wet you are, the air cold on your soaked hole. He glances up at you, grinning as you avoid his eyes.
"Pathetic," he says.
Your back arches softly the second his hand lands on your clit — but only to rub slow circles on it, to drag his fingers through your folds, teasingly close to your hole, but never dipping inside. He spreads your arousal all over your clit until it's sticky and glistening and gorgeously ready for him.
Then comes the first smack.
You jolt, your body vibrating with the mind-numbing mix of sharp pain and the stimulation that follows as your boyfriend soothes his fingers over your stinging clit.
"Fuck…" you whimper, your chest heaving. It's only been one slap.
Another comes. Then another. Then another.
Seungcheol lives for the sounds that come out of you with every smack. A squealed little yelp that admittedly tugs on his heartstrings, but it is not as harsh as the way blood rushes to his cock at the sight of your wet, swollen pussy.
Another smack. They're getting harder.
"Cheollie, it hurts," you cry, squirming against the bed.
"I know, baby," he coos. "But you need to learn your lesson."
Another round of smacks. Your clit is throbbing, so sensitive that you flinch when he starts to draw circles over it again.
"More?" he asks.
You shake your head rapidly. "Please, no…"
He chuckles and you want to hide in the sheets. Then, finally, he shoves his boxers down his legs to free his heavy cock. You're tunnel-visioned, eyes zeroed in on his flushed, veiny shaft, on the way pre-cum dribbles from the tip, on the way it begs to be buried inside you. One of his hands wraps around it, stroking lazily up and down, making you clench around nothing in utter need and also pure jealousy, because that should be your hand.
"Cheol…" comes your pathetic little whine. You're shameless when you have absolutely no right to be, but the heat in your abdomen is morphing into an ache.
"What is it?" he asks, cooing, but you quickly realise it's rhetorical when he starts to slap the tip of his cock against your pulsing clit. The contact makes you jump, makes you turn more and more whiny and pliant beneath him with each bit of contact that he gives you.
"Fuck me?" you plead, rutting your hips towards him, hoping that maybe his own patience is wearing thin from torturing you.
He tilts his head, pretending to be deep in thought for a moment, halting his smacking to instead rub his cock through your folds. You're dripping now, your pussy drooling an embarrassing amount of slick just from being slapped, and he gathers every drop to smear it over his hard, reddened length until it's coated and glistening with you.
"Do you think you deserve that?" he asks. "Because I don't think brats who behave so poorly deserve a nice, fat cock in them."
"Please, Cheollie… I'll be good for you," you whine and God, it's humiliating, but you're so sore for him that you couldn't care less. "I'll show you I'm a good girl."
"You can show me by putting your legs together, pretty," is what he offers.
You press your thighs together for him with haste, though your eyebrows knit together softly in confusion. He never really starts with this position — if you're on your back, he wants to see all of you.
You quickly understand, however, as he shifts forward on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, and slips his cock between the warmth of your thighs.
"Seungcheollie-"
But he's quick to cut off your protest, half-moaning as he pushes his full length inside. "I don't wanna hear it, baby. Hold your thighs together for me."
You're on the verge of tears as you lay back with a pout, squeeze your thighs together with your hands, and let him have his way with you. This is his revenge, and deep down you know that it is what you deserve. In fact, this is exactly what you were asking for when you accused him of 'wanting her more than me'. You had your fun, now he'll have his.
It's not all bad, though; not when he looks this stunning above you. His pretty pink lips are dropped open, soft grunts spilling from them with each thrust of his hips, his biceps and abdomen tensing as he holds your legs in a bruising grip.
Your slick makes it an easy glide for him, and he soon finds a quick pace, losing himself to the tightness of your flesh around his cock. His tip drags against your clit with each pull, but it's nowhere near enough to stimulate you. Frustration simmers deep inside your belly, in a furled up ball with no chance of unravelling any time soon.
"Hah- fuck," he groans, tossing his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. He's the very picture of sin — lustful, gluttonous, wrathful, but above of all he is selfishly greedy, and evil, and mean.
"Baby…" you mewl, cupping one of your breasts through your bra. You bat your lashes when he looks at you, his cheeks flushed, tiny speckles of sweat forming on his pale skin. "Will you at least fill me up? It is your birthday…"
He huffs out a laugh. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
You nod, letting your eyes glimmer and pouting softly at him again. You're pinching at your nipple through lace, all of it a little show for him. "I would, and I think you would too."
But instead of retorting, he lets out a hiss and another string of curses. There's an audible sound now every time his hips smack against the back of your legs, and with each slap, you watch Seungcheol slip further away from sanity and closer to climax. His movements grow more sloppy, his eyes more hazy, his noises turning debauched.
"Gonna cum," he grits. A few more rough thrusts and he's prying your legs apart, curling his fist around his cock, and stroking hard and fast. He cums in thick, warm spurts over your stomach, pumping and pumping, breathing hard until he has nothing left to give.
You're empty. Void of both dick and cum, and without a single orgasm to make any of this worth it.
"That was mean," you say.
He's wearing an annoyingly proud smirk on his face as he marvels at the sight of you covered in him. For him, this was entirely worth it. "Well, maybe you'll be nice to me on my next birthday."
"There won't be a next birthday. We're breaking up."
"You said the return period is over, though, remember?" he says, pushing off the bed.
"I take it back. You can have your bartender!" You're staring at his ass as he heads to the bathroom to get a towel.
"You can't take it back," he calls out, singing.
"Just hurry and clean me up already!"
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You’ve been casual sex buddies with Jeonghan and Joshua for years: no strings, no feelings, just regular threesomes that work too well to stop. Everyone says the two of them look alike. One night the comment sticks and they get an idea: can you still tell whose hands are on you…and whose cock is inside you, even when blindfolded?
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Warnings: smut, threesome mmf, blindfolding, sensory deprivation, guessing game involving penetration, oral, multiple orgasms, rough sex elements, manhandling, pinning, switching partners without verbal warning, casual sex arrangement/sex buddies, unprotected sex
You’ve known Jeonghan and Joshua for years, long enough that the three of you have settled into a rhythm that feels almost domestic if you ignore the part where none of you are actually dating.
Jeonghan works at a design studio that lets him keep his hair long and his shirts half-unbuttoned; Joshua teaches private language lessons and spends too much money on coffee; you freelanced your way into a flexible schedule that makes late-night plans easy. You met through mutual friends in college, stayed in the same loose social circle after graduation and somehow never drifted apart.
The sex started two years ago. One night after drinks, the three of you ended up back at Joshua’s apartment because it was closest. What was supposed to be another round of complaining about work turned into Jeonghan kissing you first, then Joshua, then both of them looking at each other with that silent, practiced communication they’ve always had. You’d never been with two people at once before. They had. It should have been awkward the next morning. Instead, Jeonghan texted you a casual "same time next week?" and Joshua sent a photo of the hickey you’d left on his collarbone with a single emoji. No declarations, no expectations. Just an open invitation.
That’s how it stayed. Sex buddies. Not lovers. The distinction matters. You don’t sleep over unless it’s too late to drive. You don’t meet each other’s parents. You don’t cancel other dates for them and they don’t cancel for you. When one of you is seeing someone else casually, the arrangement pauses without drama. When you’re all free, it resumes. Sometimes it’s the three of you. Sometimes it’s just you and Jeonghan on a quiet Tuesday when Joshua has evening lessons. Sometimes it’s you and Joshua while Jeonghan is out of town. The rules are simple: no jealousy, no soft feelings that complicate the physical and always, always clear communication about what you want that night.
It works because all three of you are good at keeping things light. Jeonghan is the one who teases the most: long fingers trailing patterns on your skin, that lazy half-smile when he knows exactly how to make your breath hitch. Joshua is quieter, more deliberate, the one who holds eye contact a little too long and notices when your thighs start to tremble before you do. Together they move like they’ve been doing this forever, which, in a way, they have.
People have always said they look alike. Same height, similar builds, the kind of faces that make strangers do double-takes in restaurants. Jeonghan’s hair is usually longer, Joshua’s smile a little softer, but under the right lighting, or after a few drinks, even some friends mix them up.
You used to find it funny. You’d correct people at parties "No, that’s Jeonghan, the one with the mole" and watch them blink in embarrassment. The two of them leaned into it over the years. They’ve shown up to the same events in nearly identical black shirts just to watch the confusion. Once, at a friend’s birthday, they switched jackets halfway through the night and spent an hour answering to each other’s names. You laughed along with everyone else. It was a game. Harmless.
Then, three weeks ago, the comment landed differently.
You were at a late dinner with a small group. Someone (one of Joshua’s students’ parents, actually) looked between Jeonghan and Joshua and said, loud enough for the table to hear "I always thought you looked alike. Are you sure you’re not brothers?" The usual laughter followed. Jeonghan tilted his head, amused. Joshua just smiled that polite, closed-mouth smile he uses when he doesn’t want to engage. But later, when the three of you were alone in the parking lot, Jeonghan brought it up again.
"People really do mistake us" he said, leaning against his car. "Even after years."
Joshua shrugged. "We’re not identical."
"Close enough." Jeonghan glanced at you. "You’ve never mixed us up, though."
You hadn’t. Not once. You knew the difference in the way Jeonghan’s laugh came a half-second later, the way Joshua’s hands were always warmer, the particular cadence of each of their voices when they were tired. You knew the exact shape of the scar on Joshua’s left knee from a childhood fall and the faint freckles across Jeonghan’s shoulders that only showed in summer. You knew them in the dark, too: by touch, by scent, by the way each of them settled his weight when he was above you.
"Of course I haven’t" you said. "I’m not a stranger at a dinner party."
Jeonghan’s eyes lit with that particular spark he gets when an idea is forming. "But how much of that is visual? How much is just… knowing?"
Joshua looked between the two of you, already catching on. "You’re talking about the blindfold thing again."
"I’m talking about a test" Jeonghan corrected. "Next time. We blindfold her. No talking. No names. Just hands and mouths and-" He gestured vaguely. "Everything else. See if she can still tell us apart when she can’t see."
You felt heat crawl up the back of your neck. The idea wasn’t new, Jeonghan had floated variations of it before, usually when he was half-hard and restless but this version had a sharper edge. Not just sensory play. A deliberate challenge built around the one thing the outside world always got wrong about them.
Joshua was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "She already knows the difference."
"Does she?" Jeonghan’s voice dropped. "By cock alone? Without looking? Without hearing us speak?"
The question hung there. You thought about the nights you’d had both of them in the same bed, the way you could always tell whose fingers were inside you and whose mouth was on your breast even with your eyes closed. You’d never tested it under conditions designed to strip every other cue away. The idea made your stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with curiosity.
"You’re serious" you said.
Jeonghan nodded once. "Only if you want it. Same rules as always. You say stop, we stop. But if you’re game…"
Joshua’s gaze met yours. There was no pressure in it, only that steady, assessing look he gets when he’s weighing something carefully. "It could be interesting" he admitted. "We’ve never done it that way."
You thought about it on the drive home. About the times you’d woken up between them and known, without opening your eyes, which shoulder your head was resting on. About the different ways they kissed: Jeonghan’s slower, more teasing; Joshua’s deeper, more insistent. About the distinct weight of each of them when they pushed inside you, the slight differences in length and girth you’d catalogued without ever naming out loud. You’d always been able to tell. But under a blindfold, with them deliberately trying to erase every other giveaway? That was new territory.
By the next time the three of you were together, the idea had solidified.
It was a Friday. Joshua’s place again: bigger bed, better soundproofing. You arrived first. He kissed you at the door the way he always did when it was just the two of you for a few minutes: unhurried, thorough, one hand already sliding under your shirt. Jeonghan showed up twenty minutes later with takeout neither of you ended up eating. The three of you fell into the familiar pattern: talking about nothing important while hands wandered, clothes coming off in stages, the usual lazy progression toward the bedroom.
Only this time, when you were down to underwear and Jeonghan’s mouth was on your throat, he pulled back just enough to speak. "Still thinking about the twin thing?"
You nodded. Joshua was behind you, chest against your back, fingers tracing the edge of your bra.
"We can try it tonight" Jeonghan said. "If you want. Blindfold stays on the whole time. No talking from us once it starts. You guess who’s touching you, whose cock is in you. Every time. We switch whenever we feel like it."
Joshua’s voice was low against your ear. "You can say the safe word whenever. Or just take the blindfold off. No hard feelings."
You turned your head enough to look at both of them. Jeonghan’s expression was open, curious, already half-aroused by the prospect. Joshua’s was calmer, but his hands had stilled on your waist in a way that told you he was waiting for your answer before he moved again.
"Okay" you said. "Let’s do it."
Something shifted in the air after that. Not heavier but sharper. Jeonghan smiled, slow and pleased. Joshua pressed a kiss to the side of your neck and murmured "Good."
They didn’t start right away. First they finished undressing you properly, taking their time the way they always did when they wanted to draw things out. Jeonghan’s mouth on your breasts while Joshua worked your underwear down your legs. Fingers overlapping between your thighs, both of them watching your face as they touched you. You came once like that, still fully able to see, still able to tell exactly whose hand was where. It felt like a baseline. A reminder of how well you already knew them before the test began.
Afterward, Jeonghan retrieved the soft black blindfold from the drawer where they kept the small collection of things the three of you had accumulated over the past two years. He held it up between two fingers. "Last chance to change your mind."
You shook your head. "I’m sure."
Joshua moved behind you again. He was the one who tied it: careful, checking the tightness twice, making sure no light leaked through at the edges. The world narrowed to sound and touch and the faint scent of Joshua’s cologne mixed with Jeonghan’s shampoo. You felt the mattress dip on either side of you as they settled in.
"From now on" Jeonghan said, voice already quieter "we don’t speak. You guess. We’ll answer with touch. Ready?"
You nodded.
The last thing you heard was the soft click of the lamp being turned off. Then silence, broken only by the sound of breathing and the shift of sheets.
Hands found you in the dark. One pair settled on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles just above the crease of your thighs. Another pair traced the line of your collarbone, then lower, palms covering your breasts with a familiarity that made your breath catch. You tried to catalogue the differences immediately: the slight roughness of one set of fingertips, the warmer temperature of the other, but they moved together, overlapping, deliberately blurring the lines.
A mouth closed over your left nipple. Soft at first, then firmer, tongue flicking in a pattern you thought you recognized. Joshua usually started like that: careful, building. Jeonghan tended to be more abrupt, teeth grazing sooner. You opened your mouth to say the name, then hesitated. The second mouth found the other side a moment later and the two of them sucked in near-perfect rhythm. Heat pooled low in your belly.
You arched into the contact. One hand slid between your legs without warning, two fingers stroking through the wetness already gathered there. The touch was precise, circling your clit with steady pressure. You bit your lip.
"Joshua" you guessed, voice already rough.
The fingers didn’t pause, but the mouth on your right breast pulled away. A moment later the same mouth kissed the corner of your jaw, then your throat and the fingers inside you crooked just so, exactly the angle Joshua always used when he wanted you to feel it deep. A quiet confirmation without words. Correct.
The reward came quickly. The hand between your legs worked you open with more intent, adding a third finger while the other pair of hands, Jeonghan’s, you decided, pinched and rolled your nipples with deliberate roughness. You came the second time like that, thighs shaking, blindfold damp with the heat of your own skin. They didn’t stop. The fingers stayed inside you through the aftershocks, slower now, coaxing you back up.
Then everything shifted.
The hands withdrew. The mattress dipped and rose as they rearranged. You felt the loss of contact for only a few seconds before new weight settled between your spread thighs. The blunt head of a cock dragged through your folds, coating itself, then pressed in with one smooth thrust.
You gasped. The stretch was familiar and not. You focused on the details: the slight curve, the way it filled you completely on the first stroke, the hands that pinned your wrists lightly above your head. Jeonghan was longer, a fraction thicker at the base. Joshua had that particular upward angle that dragged against the front wall every time. This one felt like..."Jeonghan" you said.
The cock inside you stilled for a beat. Then it pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in harder, the rhythm turning sharp and deep. Correct again. The hands on your wrists tightened in approval. Another mouth (Joshua’s, warmer) closed over yours in a kiss that was all tongue and quiet hunger while Jeonghan fucked you in long, steady strokes.
They kept you there longer than usual. No rushing. Jeonghan’s hips rolled with controlled power, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room. Joshua’s hands mapped your body like he was reminding himself of every place that made you shiver, palms sliding down your sides, fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs where they met Jeonghan’s. When you started to tense toward a second orgasm, Jeonghan changed the angle, grinding deeper, and Joshua’s fingers found your clit again. You came hard, clenching around the cock inside you, a broken sound leaving your throat.
They switched without warning.
One moment Jeonghan was buried to the hilt; the next he pulled out and the mattress shifted again. Cool air touched your slick skin for a breath. Then a different cock pressed against your entrance: slightly different weight, different heat and pushed in.
You tried to track it. The new one seated itself fully and stayed there for a long moment, letting you feel every inch. Hands, two pairs again, moved over you. One set gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. The other cupped your face, thumbs brushing your lower lip. You turned into the touch, opening for the fingers that slipped into your mouth. You sucked them without thinking, tasting yourself and the faint salt of skin.
The cock inside you began to move, slower than before, deeper, with that particular grind at the end of each thrust that made your toes curl. You thought you knew. You were almost sure.
"Joshua" you whispered around the fingers.
The rhythm didn’t change. No pause, no reward. Instead the hands on your hips tightened and the pace picked up, harder, almost punishing in its consistency. Wrong. The realization sent a fresh pulse of heat through you. They were going to make you earn it.
You tried again after another dozen strokes, focusing on the way the cock dragged against you, the shape of the head, the quiet sound of breathing above you. "Jeonghan, no. Joshua. Fuck, Joshua."
This time the thrusts slowed. A hand slid between your bodies and rubbed tight circles over your clit in exact time with the cock moving inside you. Correct. The relief of getting it right mixed with the building pressure until you came a third time, shaking, the blindfold soaked through at the edges.
They didn’t let you rest.
The cock withdrew. Hands rolled you onto your stomach, then lifted your hips until you were on your knees, chest to the mattress. Someone settled behind you. The head of a cock nudged your entrance from behind and pushed in with one long stroke. At the same time another body moved in front of you. Fingers tilted your chin up and the head of a second cock brushed your lips.
You opened. The taste was clean and familiar. You took him deep on the first pass, letting him set the rhythm while the one behind you fucked into you with steady, deep thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming under the blindfold, every nerve focused on the stretch of your mouth and the stretch between your legs, the wet sounds, the controlled breathing of both men.
You tried to guess while you worked. The cock in your mouth felt like Jeonghan, slightly thicker, the way he always pushed a little deeper when he was close. The one inside you felt like Joshua, that upward curve hitting the same spot over and over. You pulled off just long enough to speak. "Jeonghan in my mouth. Joshua fucking me."
A hand stroked your hair in quiet confirmation. Correct. The reward was immediate: the pace behind you turned sharper, the cock in your mouth thrusting deeper, both of them using you in perfect sync. You moaned around the length on your tongue, the vibration making the hips in front of you stutter. They kept you there until your jaw ached and your thighs trembled, until the one behind you reached around and rubbed your clit with rough, perfect pressure. You came again with a muffled cry, the orgasm rolling through you in waves that made you clench hard around the cock inside you.
They switched again while you were still shaking.
The one in your mouth pulled out. The one behind withdrew. Hands guided you onto your back once more. A body settled over you and a cock pushed into you in one smooth motion. At the same time another set of hands spread your thighs wider and a mouth closed over your clit, sucking hard.
The combination short-circuited every careful attempt to catalogue differences. You could only feel full, wet, overwhelmed. The cock inside you moved in deep, rolling thrusts while the mouth between your legs worked you with focused intensity. You lasted less than a minute before the next orgasm tore through you, stronger than the others, your back arching off the bed.
When the aftershocks faded they rearranged once more. This time both of them were close, one cock pressing against your entrance while the other rested heavy against your stomach. They took turns pushing into you: one stroke from the first, then a switch, then the second, over and over, never letting you settle into the feel of either for long. Hands everywhere. Mouths on your breasts, your throat, your mouth. The blindfold made every transition sharper, every new stretch a fresh question.
You guessed wrong twice in a row. Each time the pace slowed to a torturous grind, denying you the angle you needed. When you finally got one right "Jeonghan" the reward was a hard, deep set of thrusts that pushed you right to the edge again. They held you there, switching one last time, until you were begging without words, hips lifting, hands fisting the sheets.
Joshua, you were almost certain it was Joshua, buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding in tight circles while Jeonghan’s fingers rubbed your clit in matching rhythm. You came with a broken sound, the orgasm so intense it left you shaking and oversensitive. They didn’t stop. The cock inside you kept moving through it, slower now, drawing every last tremor out of you.
Eventually the movements stilled. One of them pulled out carefully. The other followed. Hands gentled on your skin, stroking down your sides, your thighs, soothing. Someone untied the blindfold with careful fingers.
Light filtered in, soft and low. Jeonghan was on your right, hair messy, mouth curved in that satisfied half-smile. Joshua was on your left, eyes dark, one hand still resting on your hip. Both of them were still hard, still waiting.
You looked between them, chest rising and falling hard and managed a hoarse "I got most of them."
Jeonghan laughed quietly. "Most."
Joshua leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth. "Enough."
They finished themselves soon after: Jeonghan stroking over your stomach while Joshua came across your thighs then cleaned you up with the same unhurried care they always showed after. No lingering declarations. No shift in the rules. Just the three of you catching your breath in the dim room, the game complete, the arrangement exactly as it had always been.
You stayed a little longer than usual that night, limbs tangled, the blindfold discarded on the nightstand. When you finally left, Jeonghan walked you to the door with a lazy kiss and a quiet "Same time next week?" Joshua sent the usual post-night text an hour later: a single photo of the crumpled sheets and a question mark.
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"you're doing so well, doll."
suguru's voice is low and warm behind the camera, the tripod catching every twitch of your body as you lie back on the sheets.
the vibrator hums against your clit, pressed tight, and your hips jerk up at the sudden intensity. your back arches, thighs spreading wider as the toy buzzes harder, sending sparks racing through your nerves.
he stands at the foot of the bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length slow and steady while the lens records the way your pussy glistens.
"fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice thick with arousal. "so pretty when you moan for me. keep going, baby. show me how good it feels."
you whimper his name, pressing the vibrator down harder, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. your free hand grips the sheets, knuckles white, as your hips roll up to chase the pressure.
suguru's breathing grows heavier, his strokes matching the rhythm of your moans. "that's it, doll. just like that. you're perfect, sweetie—fuck, look at your pussy dripping, mm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
you whine, a small 'yes' escaping your lips as your back lifts completely off the mattress when the toy hits the right spot, thighs trembling as you messily grind against it.
suguru groans, pumping his cock faster, the head slick and flushed. "god, you're so fucking hot. don't stop—i wanna see you cum for me."
"mm...s-sugu!" you moan, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen red clit. your walls clench around nothing, slick dripping down onto the sheets as you feel your orgasm approaching. suguru's voice starts wavering, lost in the pleasure of his own ministrations. "fuuckk, good girl. you're doing so well. cum for me, baby—let me film it all."
your body goes rigid as your lips fall in an open-mouthed scream when your orgasm finally crashes over you, back arching high and thighs shaking while the vibrator stays pressed tight to your swollen nub.
"hahhhh! fuck! mm, sugu..." your moans break into sobs of pleasure, pussy pulsing visibly as you soak the toy and the sheets beneath you.
suguru curses under his breath, stroking faster until he spills over his fist, thick ropes of cum landing on the bedspread and your thigh while the camera keeps rolling, capturing every second it.
he steps closer once you both catch your breath, lowering the camera with a satisfied smile. "best model i've ever had," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
the footage is already saved—and there's no doubt that he's gonna use it for later.
i. you’re standing outside a convenience store because satoru’s body refuses to go six hours without eating something sweet (read: two handfuls worth of snacks) so there you are, bored—waiting for him to stop flirting with the cashier (old lady, 72, loving it).
he’s really taking forever. you scroll on your phone, suddenly remembering the pack to grab spearmint gum in your bag. it’s something to do. you grab it, pop a piece in your mouth, and think nothing of it.
big mistake.
you’re mid-chew, texting, when you feel satoru materialize behind you. that and the rustling of his plastic bags give him away . his chin hooks over your shoulder, breath warm against your ear.
“gum?”
you nod, not looking up. “yeah. want a piece?”
“mm.” his voice drops. “already have one.”
before you can ask what that means, satoru’s hand cups your jaw—gentle and firm—and turns your face toward him. he doesn’t ask. he doesn’t warn. he just leans in.
he kisses you slow and deliberate. you reciprocate after a moment, a motion mostly on instinct, which ends up giving him the right access. his tongue slides past your lips, not to deepen it, but to sweep.
satoru coaxes the gum from your mouth with an infuriatingly skilled curl of his tongue, pulling it into his own mouth with a soft, wet sound that has no right to make your stomach feel that way.
he pulls back and chews, his dimples showing as an unapologetic grin spreads across his face.
“mint,” he hums, like he’s tasting a fine wine. “good choice.”
you’re frozen, face burning and brain short-circuiting.
he plucks the slick gum from his own mouth and presses it back to your lips with two fingers. “open.”
you do. pathetically.
satoru pushes it past your teeth, taps your chin to close your mouth, and pats your cheek like you’re a good pet.
“now we match,” he says sweetly. “shared flavor. shared spit. shared everything.”
then he turns, waves at the cashier, and strolls out of the store front like he didn’t just ruin you in public.
ii. later during dinner, you both are eating something disgustingly sticky together—honey-glazed chicken wings and melted s'mores, because satoru having zero self-control around sugar is nothing new.
your hands are messy. his hands are a crime scene.
you see him eyeing your hoodie. that soft, oversized, perfect fit that you love more than life itself.
“don’t.”
satoru freezes, hand hovering. eyes wide and innocent.
“don’t what?”
“don’t wipe those fingers on me, satoru. i swear to god—”
satoru gasps, offended. “i'd never.”
you stare. satoru holds your gaze. too long. then, with the exaggerated deliberation of a man performing a magic trick, he slowly—so slowly—wipes both hands down the front of his own white t-shirt.
dark streaks bloom across the fabric. he looks down at the mess, then back up at you.
“see?” he beams. “respectful. courteous. boyfriend of the year.”
you blink. “you literally just ruined your shirt.”
“my sacrifice.” he clutches his chest dramatically. “anything for you, my love. i would never defile your sacred hoodie. i would rather die.”
then he opens his arms wide.
“now. hug.”
“no.”
“hug.”
“satoru, your entire front is—”
satoru doesn’t wait. he lunges, wraps his sticky, honey-drenched, s'more-crusted arms around you and squeezes. his open palms find your back. your shoulders. you try to save your hair.
you feel the tacky residue transfer. everywhere.
when he finally takes mercy and pulls back, both the front and back is a disaster of regret. and he’s grinning as if he contributed to your life in such a meaningful way.
“looks good,” satoru says, tucking a sticky strand of hair behind your ear as you continue to scowl. he inspects the honey smeared across your hoodie with genuine satisfaction.
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he hates that god damn thing.
and despite the fact that it’s been an entire year since you’ve hit him over the head with it, leaving a giant dent the shape of his skull, you still haven’t thrown that fucking pot away.
you use it for everything—tea, coffee, ramen, scrambled eggs, his fucking birthday dinner—never failing to remind him of the day he ACCIDENTALLY called you a bitch.
he’s apologized for it, he’s changed, and is now an entirely different man than he was a year ago. why the hell do you still have it?
well, he’s getting rid of it tonight, so there’s really no use in asking any further questions. it took him an entire week to come up with a plan, which was more than fair given your unhealthy attachment to the item.
so far, everything’s worked beautifully in his favor. he came home with take-out from your favorite restaurant, along with a bottle of your favorite wine. he got you tipsy, then later on made you cum so hard you literally passed out.
there was no way you were waking up after that, not for another eight hours at least. and if you were, you weren’t getting up. you’d be too sore, too physically exhausted.
it was perfect.
after staying back for a few minutes, holding you and making sure you were dead asleep, he snuck out of bed and made his way into the kitchen to grab the literal bane of his existence. no noise was made while doing so, you hung the thing up like it was some medal you won at a competition.
the side door gently creaks as he opens it, then makes his way down the wooden steps. the trash cans are only a few feet away, and the excitement builds the closer he gets to them.
but just as he lifts the lid open, the giddiness he feels gets ripped away by something that made him startle.
“what are you doing?”
he freezes and slowly turns his head to the side until he’s met the sight of you wide awake, waiting at the top of the stairs, just standing there like a sleep paralysis demon. there are many questions that go through his mind, like, “how is she awake right now?” and “how did i not fucking hear her?” all of which die on his tongue because he is admittedly afraid at the moment.
“bring that pot back inside, now,” you demand.
“i’ll get you a new one,” he says in a pathetic attempt to bargain with you.
“I don’t want a new one.”
and with that, he doesn’t try to argue any further and walks back in defeat.
you yank the pot of his grip once he reaches the top of the steps. for a moment, he braces himself, thinking you’re about to add another dent to it. luckily, you just scold him. “i can’t believe the lengths you’d go through to get rid of something that i love.”
he scoffs, you say that as if he were trying to sabotage you or something. “i was getting rid of something that was barely functional.”
you let out a little laugh. “right, right. barely functional yet i’ve been able to do more than just cook with it.” you nudge him forward with the pot. “now get back in bed.”
choi san x ateez ensemble
non!idol au
warnings: dubcon, forced intox, coercion, kissing, hand jobs(over clothes), body worship, humiliation?, please tell me if i missed any
wc: ~975
⌬ 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
Music blared around him as the cool sensation of glass pressed to his lower lip.
“Open,” Seonghwa cooed, smirking down at him.
He did as asked, allowing him to tip his head back and tilt the shot glass into his mouth. He swallowed on instinct, the familiar burn moving down his throat and he was left with a fruity aftertaste.
“Good boy,” Wooyoung praised at his back, his breath fanning across San’s jaw.
He was starting to feel it, that slightly electric feeling in his fingertips and the consistent buzz in his brain. He’d never been a heavy drinker, as much as he liked to showboat, he was always a lightweight. Four shots in and he’d struggle to stay upright, he was up to seven now.
“Another one!” Mingi called, cheering and others across the table before knocking his back.
Seonghwa poured another shot, but instead of taking it himself he again lifted it to San.
“N-no, I shouldn’t—” Seonghwa ignored him, gripping his jaw and tilting his head back.
“Come on, pretty boy. For me… there we go.” Seonghwa replaced the glass with his own lips as San swallowed, licking playfully into his mouth. San couldn’t help but whine, allowing the elder to take what he wanted.
“Look at Sannie, all pretty and pink,” Yunho said, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.
“He’s so gone,” Jungho chuckled.
“You flush so nicely, Sannie.” Wooyoung gushed, giving him a squeeze from behind.
San pulled back, as much as he could with Wooyoung behind him, “I should stop—hic!” He shook his head, blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on what was in front of him. It was like a smudged filter had been placed over his eyes.
“Noooo,” Wooyoung whined. “You’ll take one for me, right Sannie?”
Wooyoung moved quickly, spilling a bit as he poured another shot. One arm hooked over San’s shoulder, he brought the glass around and held it in front of him. San couldn’t move away with Wooyoung at his back, so when Wooyoung held the glass for him—the cold liquid teasing his lips as Wooyoung started to tilt it—he obliged. This was different from what Seonghwa had been feeding him, slightly more sour, he liked it.
“Good boy!” Wooyoung praised again, running a hand through San’s hair and pulling his head back. Wooyoung pushed in, lifting himself on his knees to lean over San, his lips were far more insistent than Seonghwa.
“So pretty,” Seonghwa muttered, his hands trailing down San’s chest and over his abdomen—lower.
San shivered, it felt good. He let himself get lost in the feeling, Wooyoung practically shoving his tongue down his throat while Seonghwa lazily palmed him over his pants.
“Alright, the private room is open.” Hongjoon reappeared at the table. “We ready to move?”
“Gimme a sec,” Seonghwa drawled, keeping his focus on San.
He squeezed a little harder, pulling a low whine from San—muffled by Wooyoung's mouth. He bucked his hips into Seonghwa’s hand, eyelids fluttering as he tried to pull back from Wooyoung to take a breath.
“Sannie—” Wooyoung whined, gripping harder on his jaw and using his other hand at the back of his head. “Focus on me.”
“I—” San tried, but Wooyoung just kept kissing him. He was overwhelmed, so much was happening at once. He was dizzy, and tired, and now he was so fucking horny.
San didn’t hardly notice the movement around him until Seonghwa moved away. But Woo continued to sloppily make out with him.
“Woo.” Yeosang said impatiently.
“Fine.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.
And then they were both gone. He blinked, trying to force his eyes to focus. But soon he was being pulled out of the booth, strongarmed by Mingi and Yunho who each took an arm over their shoulders.
“Come on, San.” Mingi said as they started walking.
“Mph, my head.” San groaned, letting them lead him as he practically tripped over his feet.
“Feeling good, Sannie?” Yunho asked.
“Dizzy…” San slurred.
The busy atmosphere of the club fell away, trading the flashing colored lights for dark mood lighting and the buzzing crowd for quiet muffled chatter. Mingi and Yunho set San down on the large couch inside, and Wooyoung quickly took a spot next to him.
“Try this, Sannie.” Yeosang walked over holding a shot glass, lime green liquid filled almost to the brim. “You’ll like it.”
“I don’t—” San tries to protest but Wooyoung interrupts, pressing his lips against San’s. He somehow hadn’t noticed before, Wooyoung still tasted like the cocktail he’d been drinking earlier, mint and lime on his tongue as he flicked it over San’s teeth.
When Wooyoung finally pulled back, Yeosang took advantage of San’s slightly agape mouth, grabbing his chin and tipping the shot inside. It was sweet and tangy, he could hardly taste the alcohol anymore.
“Good boy,” Yeosang rasped.
San felt like he was floating as Wooyoung slowly pulled him to sit back against the couch. His hands trailed down until he got to the hem of San’s shirt, pushing it up just below his pecks.
“So pretty for us, Sannie—” Wooyoung dragged his tongue up the center of his abs.
San whined, his head falling back. He felt so sensitive, every touch was turned up to eleven.
“You think he’s ready?” He heard someone, Hongjoong maybe, mutter across the room.
“Sannie?” Seonghwa was suddenly standing behind him, head tilted as he looked down at him. “How you feeling?”
“‘m good,” San slurred, a tiny squeak escaping his lips when Wooyoung nipped at his stomach. “Wha’s Wooyoungie doin’?”
“He’s making you feel good, Sannie. That’s what you want, right?” Jongho knelt on the couch, cupping the back of San’s head. “Open.”
San’s jaw dropped without a second thought, his nth shot poured down his throat.
“Very good,” Jongho hummed. “He should be ready now.”
warnings: established relationship, bratty reader, mean yunho, porn with a liiiiittle plot, reader likes to poke at yunho, rough, semi-throat fucking, degrading praise… nicknames (baby, honey, doll, slut, sweetheart), clothed sex, doggy, slight overstimulation, slight aftercare
synopsis: yunho’s already stressed, but you wanna play around just a little bit more
a/n: can yall tell i love mean yunho or… i just wanted to write and post something short and quick before my next longer writing hehet also can u tell i dont know anything about valorant
yunho was already almost at his limit with you. for the last hour or so, you had been whining about him not paying you any attention—and how he should ‘marry the console’ if he loves it so much. his day today during practice was not the best, and it felt like it wasn’t even just him. wooyoung kept stepping on his foot during the exact same part of the choreography, each time seeming harder than the last. whenever one person was the slightest bit offbeat, hongjoong would yell for everyone to stop and start all over again. yeosang brought in everyone coffee, but wasnt watching where he was going and somehow bumped into san, spilling all of the coffees everywhere.
there just seemed to be nothing going right this entire practice. all yunho could think about was how much his feet hurt and how badly he wanted to play valorant with the company of his favorite person—you. he had the perfect night planned in his head after such a terrible day. he would come home and shower, washing off the stress from his day. and after playing a few rounds of his game, he would tend to you and fuck you senseless.
it seemed like he was finally going to be able to wind down after everything. once you arrived at home you quickly found yunho sitting in his gaming chair, headset on, and hands moving impossibly fast on his mouse and keyboard. you usually would be okay with him playing the game, why would today be any different?
you had the same routine as always when he had practices; come home, shower, and bask in each others company for the night. but today for some reason just seemed like you really wanted to get on yunhos nerves. he was trying his best not to get upset with you, figuring you also had a bad day. but every time you would complain about something new, his patience started to run thin.
yunho was already on his third round of valorant by the time you got out of the shower. you emerged from the shower in a small tank and a pair of underwear, a usual nightly outfit. when you walked into the bedroom and saw his silhouette swallowed by the light in front of him you let out a loud sigh. he acknowledged you with a small hum, way too focused on the screen in front of him. after a long day of not seeing him all you wanted was his attention.
“are you gonna be on that thing all day?” you inquired, the attitude in your tone terribly obvious. yunho takes in a deep breath, his hands still moving skillfully across his keyboard. “no.” he responded, letting out a grunt as he got a kill. it really didn’t even seem like he was paying that much attention to you, which only fueled your anger even more. the room goes silent for a beat, only sound bouncing off the walls being the ones coming from his monitor. “when are you gonna get off?”
“soon.” really? could he only reply with one word?
you let out another sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed before speaking again. “how long is soon?” you keep poking, trying to get more than a single word out of him. yunho takes in another deep breath from his nose, “i don’t know, maybe a couple more rounds.”
“you’ve been on since i got home.” you whine exaggeratedly. your eyes are trained on the back of his head, but you can see how his jaw flexes slightly. bingo. if you couldn’t convince him to get off the game with your complaining, you’d just get him off it by doing what you do best—being a brat. “it won’t be that much longer.” he finally replies. you notice how his voice gets lower, and that only eggs you on. you walk up closer to him, trying to distract him from the screen. “ugh come on-“ “baby please, it wont be long.” he says, cutting you off slightly.
you blink down at him in shock. how much more would it take to get him to turn off that damn game??? then, its almost as if your brain flicks on. an idea, not necessarily a good one, pops into your head.
you stand behind him watching the screen as he plays for a few moments. “is the game more important than me?” you ask, matter-of-factly. you notice how he freezes slightly, and then in a flash his character dies. he curses under his breath, removing his hands from the keyboard until he respawns. “what are you talking about?” he sounds more serious this time. you feel a small smirk form on your face. you’re getting under his skin, you can tell. he’s sitting up straighter than usual. yunho always likes to sit slouched back in his chair while playing—legs with those grey joggers on spread wide open. making it very obvious he was going commando. he looks focused, but not quite on the game. he looks like he’s trying to keep his composure. keep himself from snapping and taking his anger out on you.
little does he know thats exactly what you wanted. so you decided to keep going. trying to see how far you could go with him until he finally gave up and got pushed over the edge. “just say it-” you start letting your voice grow a tad bit louder to show how mad you were getting. “please don’t start this.” he cut you off again. your heart was beating and you could feel the heat rising in your belly. he was actually getting mad. no—this wasn’t just slightly upset yunho. he seemed about 3 seconds from fully grabbing you and having his way with you. his character continuously dying, flashed of red on his screen as he gets shot.
“i mean it’s painfully obvious, yunho.” he dies again. then he just sits there. he doesn’t press any more buttons. his hands just rest on the keyboard. you can practically feel your heart in your throat. the silence is deafening—but its thrilling all at the same time.
he pushes up from out of the chair and immediately turns to you. his hand swiftly reaches up grabbing you by your cheeks to tilt your head back. you gasp at the suddenness of it all as you scan his expression. his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek, granted he had been doing that the entire time before he stood up. but now you could see his eyes. the rawness in them. you had finally done it. you tipped him over and he couldn’t take it anymore and now he’s gonna make you regret it all. “what the fuck is up with you today?” his voice sounds rough, and it went straight to your core. you’re practically shaking in his grip with excitement as he speaks to you like this. you go silent for a beat, and he shakes your face a bit. “hello? gone dumb already on me?”
you take in a deep breath, “i just wanted your attention…” your voice is low now and your eyes are big. you’re playing dumb. he can tell. he knew you wanted to irritate him. “no no, don’t act all cute now.” he says sharply. “down. on the floor.” you freeze for a moment—not because you’re shocked—but because you want to get under his skin just a bit more… one last time.
he huffs a laugh out of his nose, “funny.” his hand moves from your face to grab onto your shoulder, pushing you down all the way to your knees. you had been so focused on his face these past couple of minutes, that you didn’t even notice how hard he had gotten already. he brings his free hand to his sweats, pulling them down, along with his boxers, just enough to free himself right in your face. his hand that rested atop of your shoulder slowly slid up to grip the hair at the back of your head. he reaches down and takes ahold of your wrist, bringing it in front of your own face. “spit.”
you quickly obliged, letting enough saliva gather in your mouth before letting it fall into the palm of your hand. your hand gently wrapped around his dick, and he was already hot and throbbing in your grip. it made your breath hitch and your thighs clench beneath you. “go on. do what you were made to do.” you kept your eyes on his face as you slowly began to stroke him. up and down, not hurried or rushed at all, wanting to watch every facial expression he made from the teasing. his breath began to get heavy, and his grip on your hair increased slightly. when you brought your hand back up to the tip, you squeezed gently, and a low moan erupted from the back of his throat. you watched as his eyebrows would pinch up more and more from the pleasure, more little curses spilling under his breath. he had let you do enough to where he was covered in your spit, his cock shining in the light that came from his monitor. you bring your hand back up to his tip and before you can even do anything he grabs your wrist again.
“enough, enough.” he uses the hand tangled in your hair to bring you closer to him, his dick barely even an inch away from your face. “open your mouth honey…” you kept those big eyes trained on his face, opening your mouth like a little puppy. he brings the tip to your lips, smearing spit all over them. “just a little more…” he says as he pushes further into your mouth, letting the warmth envelop his length. he pushed in until he can feel himself at the back of your throat, the hand in your hair keeping you there.
he stutters out a moan, like he was letting his restraint slip. but he wasn’t gonna let you control anything. each time he pulled out he’d barely give you a few seconds before he was pushing your head back down all the way. you felt so full, so overwhelmed. you were blinking away tears that formed with each gag around his cock. “there you go doll, take that dick like you were made for it.” he repeated the same motions over and over, bobbing your head up and down on him until he couldn’t take your throat squeezing him anymore. he pulled you off, lifting your head up towards him. you were already a mess. your spit running down your face, a string connecting you both as he pulled you away.
“you just couldn’t fucking wait, could you?” the words sent a shiver down your spine. of course you couldn’t, but you wouldn’t admit that to him. the hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair came up to your chin, wiping all the saliva from your face, then slowly entered it into your mouth. “clean up your mess… since you wanted to be a greedy slut i’ll treat you like one.” you felt yourself moan around the digit, making sure to lick up the entirety of it. once he was sure you were done he removed his thumb from your mouth, tracing it down your lips and chin.
yunhos grip on your hair loosened and whispered, “you gonna be good for me now?” you nodded up at him, tears still in your eyes. he nodded towards the bed without a word and you knew exactly what that meant. you scrambled to your feet and by the time you made it to the bed and turned around he was already on you. his hands grabbed at your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach in one swift movement. one hand moved, pulling you up by the hip to arch perfectly for him. he let his hands roam across your body. your skin started to feel hot, and you could feel yourself soaking through your panties. a small whine slipped and you let your head fall onto the pillows in front of you. “aw, is someone getting impatient?” he mocks, bringing a hand to your core. he ran a finger through your folds, the fabric bringing more stimulation but still not enough. you whine again, reaching behind you for something, anything. all yunho did was huff out a laugh, grabbing your wrist and pinning your hand behind your back.
his hand continued with its teasing, getting you wet enough until he saw a patch start to seep through. yunho didn’t even bother removing your panties. he only moved them over to the side, noticing how they stuck to you for a bit.
you felt the heat of him as he pressed his tip against you and you started to writhe underneath him. “stay still—you’re gonna take what i give you.” he whispered as he started to push into you. with how wet you both were he could easily slide in, not stopping until he felt you clench around him when he hit that spot. you moan simultaneously, and he barely gave you any time to recover before he began moving. he kept your hand behind your back, pushing it down even more to get you to arch further, ripping a loud moan from your throat.
yunho immediately set a brutal pace, the sounds of your moans and whimpers echoed around the walls. “y-yun.. please!” you could already barely speak properly with him hitting your g-spot over and over without fail. the feeling of his hand around your wrist pinning you down and the other on your waist is making your head spin. he lets out a low groan when you clench around him again, slowing down his thrusts and pushing himself all the way in until he noticed your legs slightly shaking. he leaned down further until his chest was almost pressing against your back and brought his mouth to your ear, “baby you’re already shaking? i thought you could take it…” he teases with a tsk. he emphasized his sentence with a deep thrust, practically punching the breath from your lungs. he repeated the same motion, slowly pulling out before pushing back in hard and forcing moans out of you.
“maybe if you weren’t so fucking greedy and waited i could’ve taken care of you doll…” he whispers to you. everything he was doing to you was filling your senses and you felt yourself getting overwhelmed with it all. each breath you took was filled with his scent, you could still taste him on your tongue, his hands felt like fire burning over your body. but you still wanted it all. you hadn’t even realized your mouth was open this entire time until you felt the side of your face getting wet. you were drooling all on the pillow. it was almost as if he was reading your mind when he started talking again. “god, am i fucking you dumb already?” you don’t even know why but apologies quickly started spilling from you, mixed with loud moans and sobs.
“m’sorry, i swear! wasn’t trying to be greedy-“ he quickly shut you up with another hard thrust, lifting back up so he could resume his pace. “no… you’re not sorry. you wanted this, didn’t you?”
the sounds coming from you were borderline pornographic. you felt your legs began to shake again and before you knew it you were coming. hard. the feeling of you clamping down on him made yunho moan too. once you finally felt yourself coming down you barely had any time to recover before he started fucking your again.
“no fucking manners either, you couldn’t say please?” he growled, looking down between the two of you, watching your pussy as he slid in and out with ease. your moans faded to low, high-pitched whines. “i didn’t- mean to…” you pant out. he laughs at you before removing his hand from your wrist, only to put it on the back of your neck. he used it to keep you pinned down right where he wanted as he pounded into you from behind. the room was filled with the harmonies of your noises and the nasty squelch of your spit and cum. you opened your mouth to speak again but you just couldn’t. every time he saw you try to speak again he’d cut you off with a rough thrust that would knock the wind out of your lungs.
yunho hasn’t slowed down yet, and you could already feel the familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach growing again. “y-yu… im close…” you whimper into the pillow, trying you best to be as coherent as possible. you felt so full in the best way humanly possible, but with your impending orgasm not even minutes after your first is making you sensitive. “cant- fuck i’m so close!”
he laughs at you again, slowing down his thrusts but only getting even rougher with them. “say please…” he mutters as his grip on the side of your neck gets slightly tighter, making your brain go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. you moan loudly, opening your mouth to speak but you just can’t. the hand on the back of your neck quickly moves, reaching to grab your face, only forcing you to turn your head and look back at him. “say it.” he took his bottom lip onto his mouth, biting so hard he almost drew blood. the way he was handling you only made you moan louder—the contrast of this yunho and your usual sweet boyfriend was making your head spin.
“please yun! please… can’t take it-“ he cuts you off immediately, “say you’re sorry.” your legs were shaking again from the overstimulation. he really was trying to fuck you dumb. yunho swiftly moves his hand from your face to your throat, impossibly increasing his speed as he hit your g-spot with every movement.
you feel tears forming, only this time they actually started to fall. you looked a fucking mess—face wet and lip swollen from unconsciously biting it. yunho looked like he could keep going as long as he so pleased, eyes intense and focused as he watched every expression on your face. he was sweating and his hair was sticking to his forehead, the view in front of you only causing you to clench down even harder on him. “m’sorry i promise… so sorry- only wanted your attention.” he let out a sound of fake sympathy while letting his free hand reach between you both, skillfully rubbing his middle finger against your clit. your body would twitch with each touch, it felt like an electric shock each time.
your eyes rolled back as your body started to lock up. you shut your eyes tight as you felt the coil in your belly finally snap as your orgasm washed over you. flashes of white were the only thing you could see and yunhos moans were the only things you could hear. “fuccckk baby, there’s my good girl…” he thrusted again once. twice. then stilled as he emptied himself inside of you.
you could feel him shaking too, the both of you panting and whining as the sensitivity took over. yunho slowly pulled out and you whimpered at the loss. when he let go of your face you had realized your entire body was weak and limp, and you instantly fell forward onto the pillows. you felt the warm sensation of his lips against the cool sweat on your shoulders. “good job honey… did so good…” you could only hum in response, too tired to do anything. you were both breathing heavily, and his hands roamed across your body, gently squeezing anywhere he could. he quickly noticed when your breathing got shallow, but he didn’t want you to fall asleep yet.
“no no, sweetheart… not yet.” he says softly, flipping you on to your back and lifting you by the arms. you let out a whine in protest, keeping yourself limp to make it harder for him to lift you, which really didn’t work. “gotta take another quick shower before before bed, okay?”
“mm okay.”
“next time, it’ll take way more than just an ‘i’m sorry.’”
.✦ ݁･˖ ℛ.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ݁･✧˚. would stay inside his pretty wife, forever if he could. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Trueform!Sukuna ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ belly bulge ⋮⋮ intimate sex ⋮⋮ kissing꒱
Sukuna’s chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single oil lamp that burned low on the far table. The faint glow of flickering flames danced across the wide futon. You're laying on your back in the center of the silk sheets, thighs spread wide around Sukuna’s powerful hips.
The weight of him presses you deep into the bedding, four massive arms caging you in, four crimson eyes stay locked on your face with an intensity that steals your breath with every passing moment.
One of his massive cocks fills your cunt, stretching you open so completely that every tiny shift of his body sends jolts of overwhelming fullness through you. He's been inside you for so long that you've lost all sense of time.
It feels like hours his cock has been keeping you full, letting you feel every inch of him. The burn in your muscles deepening with every breath. Your legs tremble from holding the position you're in.
Sweat cools on your skin. Tiny droplets tracing paths down your sides. Yet the heat radiating from Sukuna wraps around you like a living flame, keeping you warm, while his first cock rests heavy and thick against your tummy. Its warmth seeping into your skin where the fat head is nestled perfectly in the soft dip of your navel. Thick, sticky precum dribbles steadily from the slit, filling that little hollow and spills over where the taut skin beneath your belly grows warmer from inside out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.
You can feel the way your own pussy drips around his second cock, sweet juices soaking his girth and the sheets below with every flutter of your walls. Sukuna felt every little pulse, every flutter of your walls around his massive length. Your cunt's molded itself to him now, gripping him tightly and welcomes him deeper with each subtle shift as you clench helplessly around his massive length, pulsing and squeezing as if trying to pull him in even deeper.
Your fingers are fisted tight in the silk sheets, knuckles white, the fabric's scrunched up in your palms so hard that if you let go, the imprints of your grip would remain. Every muscle in your body felt deliciously sore already. The kind of ache you knew would linger tomorrow and remind you exactly who had claimed you so thoroughly.
Sukuna moves with aching gentleness. He fucked his cock into you slowly. Just a little more with each rock of his hips, pushing a little deeper, then easing back only to press forward again. Every thrust paired with a tender-rough kiss to your neck. He's sucked purple kisses into your skin, marked you as his, over and over again, he can’t help himself.
This was one of those long nights, where he had you right where he wanted you. His version of making love to his sweet wife involved this slow worship. He kissed your beautiful skin. He felt your warmth and revelled in the pace of your heartbeat under his palm. The way your blood circulated throughout your body hypnotized him. It captivated him completely alongside the tight constricting heat of your cunt around his cock.
Wet squelches were significantly audible now, sopping wetness that flowed out thickly from your cunt, made them most prominent in the quiet room. He loved those lewd noises. He loved the scent of you even more. The warm salt of your skin. The sweetness of your hair and the sweet, heady aroma of your arousal that hung thick in the air around you both. His eyes traced every detail of you.
The heat across your cheeks. The way your lips trembled. The subtle sheen of sweat making your breasts glisten. He noticed how your nipples peaked in the cool air, noticed the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The soft thrumming of your heartbeat under his fingertips calmed him. Love made him drink in all of it. You were his. Utterly and perfectly his.
By now, you started to whine as the pressure built unbearably.
“s'too much...haaah...Sukuna-” The words left your lips high pitched and dazed. Voice coming out soft and breaking on little incoherent babbles when another slow thrust nudged his thick cockhead against that deep, sensitive gummy-soft spot inside you.
Sukuna shushed you gently, lips brushing your ear. “Shh, little wife. I know. I know it stretches you so full. But you are taking me so well. Just a little more. Let me feel you.”
His crimson eyes drank in every detail of your face, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your lips parted on little gasps as he rocked into you more intentionally but tenderly. He knew he was big. Everything about him was. He always tried so hard not to overwhelm you. Yet the stretch of his huge cock already did that. Your body always tried its hardest to take him. It fluttered and clenched around him. You wanted to cum.
The need to is excruciating but his resilience held him back from fucking you roughly. He wanted to savor you first and only then he'd make sure to fill you full with his cum, and leak him for days. Pump load after load into you and watch your lower tummy swell with him. It was always so much. It always had been and always will be.
Right now, he savoured you. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, then his gaze left your face. He looked down at your body, eyes focused on your breasts. The slight movement of them every time you heaved for air entranced him.
The way Sukuna took his time was excruciating. One of his lower hands trailed from your shoulder down your sweat-slicked skin, cupping the soft weight of your breast. He stroked it tenderly, thumb brushing over the nipple before pinching it lightly and tugging the stiff bud. It grew firmer instantly under his touch, so sensitive and soft.
You arched with a quiet cry, and Sukuna groaned low in his throat as he leaned forward to capture your nipple between his lips, mouth closing around it tenderly as he sucked gently at first, with slow devotion. Then harder, tongue swirling and teasing around the taut bud while his hips continued those shallow, devastating thrusts.
Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Slowly, his hands moved down, two big palms finding purchase on your soft curves. His eyes followed the expanse of your body as he gripped your waist lightly, both thumbs pressing on the swell there, his first cock still resting on your lower tummy, smearing thick, warm precum on your skin.
He massaged the sticky mess, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your bloated lower tummy. Feeling his other cock under your skin, shift as he moved and began fucking into you deeper with purpose, now that he had a proper hold on you. Pulling you down on his cock to meet his thrusts.
You cried out. It felt so good, yet it was too much. The fat tip of his cock meeting the puckered tight entrance of your cervix, bullying it sweetly. More and more, it yielded gradually. You felt him so deep. So impossibly deep. Body trying so hard to take him. Your walls fluttered and clenched, milking his thick cock with every movement. The pressure built inside you, excruciatingly perfect, until it finally broke.
The intensity crashed over you. You came hard, body shaking as your pussy milked his cock with powerful spasms. Sweet juices gushing around him. Sukuna's control finally snapped. He held you tighter, four arms wrapping around your trembling body as he fucked into you with desperate, deep strokes claiming you completely.
His second cock rubbed hot and heavy against your tummy, smearing more precum across your skin. With a guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and came. Heavy pulses of thick cum flooded the narrow channel of your cunt. So much of it. Your lower belly swelled visibly with the warmth of him. You felt every spurt, every throb, walls milked him greedily, drawing out every drop as he emptied himself inside you.
He stayed buried deep, arms cradling you close while the last tremors ran through both of you. His forehead pressed to yours. Crimson eyes soft in the dim light as he looks at you with something close to wonder.
“My perfect wife,” he murmured, voice rough and low. One hand stroked your swollen tummy, he pressed gently feeling the evidence of his release there. “So full of me. So good for me, always.”
You whimpered softly. Your cunt still fluttering around his cock. Yet you smiled up at him, arms wrapping around his neck. Sukuna kissed you slow and sweet, savouring the taste of your lips. The warmth of your breath. The way your body yielded so completely to his. He noticed the way your lashes brushed your cheeks when your eyes closed. He noticed the faint tremor in your thighs still wrapped around him. Noticed how your pulse slowed under his palm. Every detail etched itself into him. His wife. His light in the endless darkness.
He would stay like this for a while longer, still warm against and inside you, savouring every pulse, every shared breath, every quiet moment where the King of Curses could simply hold his beloved wife and feel utterly at peace. Outside, the night continued on. Inside, wrapped in each other, time held no meaning. Only love and the burn of pleasure remained.
──୨ৎ⋆ ̊. dadkuna and you helping your little girl get rid of her loose baby tooth ̊.⋆୨ৎ──
"count to three."
"b-but it's gonna huuurt," your daughter's voice trembled as she was on the verge of tears. a string was tied around her loose tooth with the other end fixed to a doorknob; all your husband's idea, of course. you tried to hold your laughter as you stroked her hair soothingly, standing behind her.
"daddy's gonna be so quick, sweetheart," you reassured. "you won't even feel a thing." you glanced up at sukuna with a suppressed grin. "right?"
sukuna raised an eyebrow at her in a mock stern expression, though you knew he found the situation just as amusing. "you don't trust your father, kid?"
frantically shaking her head, pigtails bobbing, your daughter looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "i do, but i'm really scared."
"just count to three," sukuna repeated calmly, his hand already on the knob. "it'll be over before you know it."
your daughter turned to you and your heart ached at her innocent, earnest face. you kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "you can close your eyes if you don't wanna look. i'm right here."
with a deep, shaky breath, the girl squeezed her eyes shut, gripped your fingers tightly and started to count very slowly.
"one... two-"
a loud slam of the door interrupted her. your daughter's eyes opened abruptly as she stared dumbly at the floor. right there, still attached to the string and hanging from the handle, was her fallen canine.
"baby, you did it!" your arms came around your daughter in a warm hug. pride filled your chest as you showered her with praise. the shock seemed to gradually wear off as she grinned back with an adorable, slightly bloody, tooth-missing smile.
"it actually came out! that was so fast, dad!" she pulled away from you to hug sukuna's thighs. "i didn't feel anything!"
huffing in amusement, sukuna picked the girl up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder, making her dangle upside down by his legs as she shrieked with joy. "that's why you gotta listen to your father, kid," sukuna walked towards you, eyes half-lidded. "your daddy's always right. just ask your mom."
"put her down, ryo," you scolded even as you couldn't keep the laughter from your voice. instead of replying, he kissed you, firm, still holding your daughter securely. you melted into it despite yourself, tugging him closer by his beater.
"eww, is dad being gross again, i can feel it," your daughter complained behind him. "let me go, i don't wanna see!"
"too damn bad," he gruffly spoke against your lips after you parted, smirking. "it's my house, i can be as gross as i like."
gagging exaggeratedly, your daughter managed to land on all fours as she pulled away from sukuna's grip. she grabbed her tooth and rushed to her room, shutting the door. you huffed and shook your head, fond, letting sukuna wrap his arms around you properly.
"brat. she learns it from you," he muttered, planting kisses on your neck. you scoffed indignantly, though it came out breathless and smiling.
"you love it," your head tilted, arching towards him, giving more room. he snorted quietly against your shoulder.
"i do. god help me, i do."
a/n: it was actually originally supposed to be a son, but i js couldn't imagine sukuna as anything but a girldad idkkk it just speaks to me ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.
── .✦ apologizing after yelling at your warrior husband sukuna in front of his men (oops) ✧.*
"'kuna."
your husband said nothing. he merely continued to brush his horse down, barely acknowledging your presence behind him. your fingers fidgeted with your sleeve, nervous and guilty.
only an hour ago, you had argued with him openly in front of his men over something trivial. it should've occurred to you that something was wrong when he didn't even say a word in response. he only let you rant as he stood silent, jaw tightening. when you were done, you had just stormed off without giving him a chance to reply.
as your anger subsided, you had started to realize how he must have felt. being a formidable warrior with a fearsome reputation, sukuna never once showed a hint of weakness except with you. he had always been intimidating, terrifying, powerful. and there you were, undermining him with just an indignant lecture and no care at all for who he was with.
sukuna always met your fire with just as much ferocity. deep down, he loved to fight with you because he knew you could take whatever you dished out. the two of you would row it out until it ended in begrudging apologies and laughter while tangling under your sheets.
yet now, he didn't even deign to look at you. it hurt more than you could admit.
"'kuna, please," you pleaded softly, fingers brushing the muscles of his back. "truly i didn't mean to lose my temper, i'm sorry."
without him even turning, you knew the face he was making. eyes shut, teeth grinding, refusing to meet your eyes despite how much he might have wanted to. you didn't back down. a pout pulled your lips as your voice turned exaggeratedly plaintive.
"if i have offended my lord husband in any way, i wish to repent." your arms came around his torso, cheek resting against him. "it wasn't my place to speak to you that way," you murmured, coy, docile, so unlike yourself that sukuna would've laughed any other day. "i'll suffer any punishment you see fit."
still, he didn't move, though his hands almost paused, then tightened on the brush, resuming. you could feel his resolve breaking bit by bit, and you latched on to it.
"yell at me, curse me, scold me, do whatever you'd like to me," you walked around to face him, stood between his horse and his broad chest. you looked up at him through your lashes, then hugged him again as his whole body tensed up, still acting like you weren't there.
"just please, look at me again. i can't bear being apart from you."
after a few moments of tense silence, sukuna cursed under his breath and suddenly moved. strong arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, bringing you closer to him, and you hid a triumphant yet relieved smile.
"you provoke me, over and over again," he began, growling. "and the second i turn away from you, you cling like a vine." his fingers grabbed your face and forced it upwards as he glared down at you. "spoiled brat."
"will you forgive me?" you asked, voice muffled as he squished your cheeks. he let out an exasperated huff.
"let's see how i feel once i give you the punishment you so sweetly asked for," he pinched your ear and suppressed a smirk, making you whine. you didn't move away from him, though, content to be right where you were. and you suspected your husband was, too. no matter how mad he got, he was always weak for you in the end.
a/n: tysm for 200 followers !! im in disbelief ✧.*
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