Can you write something where Sunoo and Jungwon are eating Y/N out, challenging each other to see who can make her cum more? Both of them are completely pussy-drunk, moaning against her, overstimulating her, and refusing to stop until she’s trembling and begging for a break. She’s crying from pleasure, and they’re so pussy-drunk they even start fighting for her taste.
Sorry for the late reply but I only write for heeseung currently
Synopsis: typical porn “plots” ranging from any and everything. Be sure to read the warnings for each fic that is posted if you’re uncomfortable with anything.
Release date: early april or earlier, there will be early access on my Patreon to each fic, updates every two weeks give or take, series will be ongoing until I run out of ideas lol, taglist is open till the 15th of april, if you wanna be added send me a dm or comment on this post and I’ll add you. This post will be updated when each fic is released and will be in my home page tagged under series. Happy reading!
“Have a good day at work, honey,” you shouted to your husband from the kitchen where you were doing the dishes after he’d eaten the breakfast you’d made him before he went to work.
“Thanks, love you!” He shouted back from the living room, adjusting his tie in the mirror, picking up his briefcase, and twisting the doorknob, heading out to work for the day.
Moments later, you heard the doorbell ring, and you chuckled softly. Your husband was always forgetting things, shaking your head. You turned off the sink and walked to the living room, while drying off your hands to open the door. “What is it this time, hone-? “Your words are cut when you see that it’s actually your neighbor and not your husband. “Oh, heeseung, what a surprise,” you say to him. He’s been your neighbor for the last two years, and you guys have been friendly ever since.
“Hey, yeah, I uhh..” he chuckles, scratching at the back of his neck. “Ran out of salt,” he says, looking embarrassed about his little dilemma.
“Salt?” You say a small smile making its way to your lips as you adjust your robe around your waist.
“Yeah, salt, can you believe that of all things?” he stands in the doorway, getting a bit closer than he originally was, before one of his hands slips into the pocket of his blue jeans, the other casually resting on the doorframe.
The both of you stand still for a few seconds and then his eyes flick down then back up and when you see them again it’s like a switch went off inside him and the next thing you know he’s more than just halfway inside the door he’s all the way in hands gripping at your robe immediately as he presses his lips against yours kicking his leg back to shut the front door with his foot.
Your hands clutch into his white shirt, fingers getting lost in the fabric as you kiss him back with just as much intensity.
This isn’t new for either of you you’ve been hooking up behind your husbands back since heeseung moved in he just used little round about excuses to get to see you like asking if you had milk or for your husbands lawnmower and shortly after it was no secret what he was up to and you know you shouldn’t have entertained it cause you’re married and cheating on your loving loyal husband of five years but you couldn’t resist Heeseung there was just something about him you couldn’t possibly say no to he made you feel so desired just like the way he is now kissing on your neck and untying your flimsy robe and pushing it open.
He breaks the kiss and nuzzles into your neck, his hands slowly roaming up your body, noticing there are no obstacles in the way this time, and he smirks against your skin. “Easy access for me today, huh, baby?”
“Maybe..” you sigh softly, and his lips trail down to your neck and then to your collarbone, leaving little wet kisses all over your chest, and you reach for the back of his neck, gently gripping the hair at his nape.
“Mm, baby, where do you want it this time?” he groans, his manly hands groping your backside as he grins, and you let out a naughty giggle when he squeezes your ass. “couch… bedroom…. Kitchen? Laundry room,” he smirks, remembering all the places you two did it in.
All the places your poor husband was using his hard-earned money to pay for, but instead of appreciating his efforts, you were lying on your back getting fucked by the neighbor.
“Surprise me,” you reply breathlessly against his lips, and you yelp softly when he picks you up by your bottom and carries you to the kitchen, rounding the island and plopping you down on the cold marble.
His hands easily slip inside your robe, peeling it down your shoulders, revealing your breasts, and he bends down, licking up the center of your chest, hands tracing your sides as his tongue trails upward to suck a nipple into his mouth. You cradle his head in your arms, legs spread open to make space for him to move in between them.
“Miss this,” he whispers on your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
You giggle, tangling your hands in his hair. “You just had me two days ago.”
He softly licks a strip up your neck and nibbles your ear gently. “Feels like weeks.”
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“Where the hell were you? It’s 2 minutes past your curfew,” your mom says the moment you walk through the door, already waiting for you.
It’s only 4pm. You were a little late coming home from school because of a red light. She’s already going crazy on you, as if you returned at an unfathomable hour like 2 in the morning.
You sighed softly and took off your shoes. “I just got caught at a red light, Mom,” you say, trying to walk past her to avoid this, but she grabs your wrist, pulling you back into the living room.
“Do not sigh at me, young lady. I’m your mother, and you will not speak to me that way,” you rolled your eyes, trying to tug your wrist away from her.
“Mom, I’m eighteen already. No other kids in school have a curfew,” you meekly.
“As long as you’re under my roof, you will listen to me no matter if you’re eighteen or eighty.” You stomped your foot, and she let go of your wrist. “And besides, you know those other kids are full of the devil, they’re not like our family.”
“Mom!” You folded your arms, already frustrated with her, but there was simply nothing you could do. Your parents are Christian’s, and anyone who didn’t do things their way were considered devils.
“Mom, nothing, and who was that boy you were walking with?” She folds her cardigan across her body, pointing an accusatory finger at you.
“He’s no one; he just wanted to make sure I was getting home safe. Now, can I please go to my room?” You ask in a soft voice, you’re tired of her constant questioning, and it feels like you couldn’t even breathe right around her.
“Sure, that’s all he wanted, boys your age only want one thing, and I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about, especially after those magazines under your bed,” she spits disgust in her tone.
You lower your head, ashamed that she was bringing this up again, and the fact that she had found your stash to begin with, well, not stash it was only one magazine, and you wish you had of hidden it better, but she found out and scolded you for it.
The only regret you have is that she found it not what you did cause how else were you supposed to find out about these things, like sex or self-pleasure, if you didn’t find some form of it and hide it.
Your dad and your mom were super religious, to a crazy extent, they had ridiculous demands, and they didn’t allow you to have internet, so you couldn’t even learn anything for yourself. All you had was a phone that could make calls, because if you had internet access, they told you it would brainwash you.
That in itself was bad enough, but they even had you on lockdown, you were to always be back home before 4, and they never even felt the need to let you go out didn’t teach you about boys or your body or any urges you might experience; they kept you sheltered from everything like a toddler, just school, church and home.
It felt unfair that there was no one else in your school who went through what you did, and you were always just considered the boring and quiet reserved girl, while everyone else had friends and were partying and doing fun things.
You felt chained up in school and in your own home.
It didn’t stop at having no internet, either they had you wear dresses that covered your whole body no jewelry no tattoos no smoking no music just cook clean and study while being cooped up in the house for most of your day outside of school they barely even wanted you to go to the corner store incase you got tempted by something or someone out there.
Their exact words were that you needed to stay covered, protected, and pure for your future husband.
But how were you going to meet this so-called husband they spoke to you about when you didn’t even know anything of the outside world besides what they taught you, and that wasn’t much. “Sorry, mother, I won’t do it again,” you say to avoid further issues and shame.
“You sure won’t, and if I catch you with something like that again, you’ll pay heavy consequences.” You nodded, and that’s when your dad entered the room, hearing the conversation and siding with your mom right away, of course.
“Your mother isn’t lying, you won’t just have to answer to me but her too, also this Sunday I think it’s good for you to go to the confessional to confess your sins and repent for your wrongdoings,” your dad states.
“But-“
“No buts, now go to your room and say your prayer like we taught you, lights out at five as your punishment, and don’t you dare talk back to me or your mother ever again!” He concluded, leaving no room for you to defend yourself or speak up, and you felt hurt and helpless in this whole thing; you had zero say over your own life.
“Yes, father,” you mumbled, trudging upstairs, your feelings hurt cause now you had to feel that shame twice, once from your parents and a second time at church.
Once you reached your room, you got down on your knees, propping against the edge of your bed, saying your nightly prayer three times in a row for three hours until it was time for bed.
You don’t know why you needed to repeat it so many times for hours, but your parents told you it’s going to get you closer to god.
After three long hours, you stood up, knees aching, and you went to the bathroom to wash up. Once you brushed your teeth and washed your face, you got changed into a nightie and laid in bed, already dreading tomorrow, you couldn’t wait for it to be over.
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You really wish you hadn’t been caught by your mother with an adult magazine cause then you’d never be here in the confessional admitting to something so shameful, or at least that’s what your parents say it was.
You greeted the priest across the confessional screen, your voice low, and you swallowed harshly, fingers rubbing together nervously as you searched for the right way to start.
“Take your time,” you hear a quiet male voice from the other end of the booth. “I’m here for you with open arms and zero judgment.”
“Okay…” you say, voice shaky, nervousness in your tone as you bounce your leg lightly, allowing a few more beats of silence to pass.
“Take a breath, you can trust me, confess to me your sin, free yourself of burden,” the male voice says to you, so calm and understanding.
You took a deep breath, and you squeezed your eyes shut, fiddling with the seam on your dress, and you forced yourself to say it. “Lust,” you speak it into the air, and as soon as the word leaves your mouth, it feels lighter now that you’ve gotten it out and off your chest.
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“Where the hell were you? It’s 2 minutes past your curfew,” your mom says the moment you walk through the door, already waiting for you.
It’s only 4pm. You were a little late coming home from school because of a red light. She’s already going crazy on you, as if you returned at an unfathomable hour like 2 in the morning.
You sighed softly and took off your shoes. “I just got caught at a red light, Mom,” you say, trying to walk past her to avoid this, but she grabs your wrist, pulling you back into the living room.
“Do not sigh at me, young lady. I’m your mother, and you will not speak to me that way,” you rolled your eyes, trying to tug your wrist away from her.
“Mom, I’m eighteen already. No other kids in school have a curfew,” you meekly.
“As long as you’re under my roof, you will listen to me no matter if you’re eighteen or eighty.” You stomped your foot, and she let go of your wrist. “And besides, you know those other kids are full of the devil, they’re not like our family.”
“Mom!” You folded your arms, already frustrated with her, but there was simply nothing you could do. Your parents are Christian’s, and anyone who didn’t do things their way were considered devils.
“Mom, nothing, and who was that boy you were walking with?” She folds her cardigan across her body, pointing an accusatory finger at you.
“He’s no one; he just wanted to make sure I was getting home safe. Now, can I please go to my room?” You ask in a soft voice, you’re tired of her constant questioning, and it feels like you couldn’t even breathe right around her.
“Sure, that’s all he wanted, boys your age only want one thing, and I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about, especially after those magazines under your bed,” she spits disgust in her tone.
You lower your head, ashamed that she was bringing this up again, and the fact that she had found your stash to begin with, well, not stash it was only one magazine, and you wish you had of hidden it better, but she found out and scolded you for it.
The only regret you have is that she found it not what you did cause how else were you supposed to find out about these things, like sex or self-pleasure, if you didn’t find some form of it and hide it.
Your dad and your mom were super religious, to a crazy extent, they had ridiculous demands, and they didn’t allow you to have internet, so you couldn’t even learn anything for yourself. All you had was a phone that could make calls, because if you had internet access, they told you it would brainwash you.
That in itself was bad enough, but they even had you on lockdown, you were to always be back home before 4, and they never even felt the need to let you go out didn’t teach you about boys or your body or any urges you might experience; they kept you sheltered from everything like a toddler, just school, church and home.
It felt unfair that there was no one else in your school who went through what you did, and you were always just considered the boring and quiet reserved girl, while everyone else had friends and were partying and doing fun things.
You felt chained up in school and in your own home.
It didn’t stop at having no internet, either they had you wear dresses that covered your whole body no jewelry no tattoos no smoking no music just cook clean and study while being cooped up in the house for most of your day outside of school they barely even wanted you to go to the corner store incase you got tempted by something or someone out there.
Their exact words were that you needed to stay covered, protected, and pure for your future husband.
But how were you going to meet this so-called husband they spoke to you about when you didn’t even know anything of the outside world besides what they taught you, and that wasn’t much. “Sorry, mother, I won’t do it again,” you say to avoid further issues and shame.
“You sure won’t, and if I catch you with something like that again, you’ll pay heavy consequences.” You nodded, and that’s when your dad entered the room, hearing the conversation and siding with your mom right away, of course.
“Your mother isn’t lying, you won’t just have to answer to me but her too, also this Sunday I think it’s good for you to go to the confessional to confess your sins and repent for your wrongdoings,” your dad states.
“But-“
“No buts, now go to your room and say your prayer like we taught you, lights out at five as your punishment, and don’t you dare talk back to me or your mother ever again!” He concluded, leaving no room for you to defend yourself or speak up, and you felt hurt and helpless in this whole thing; you had zero say over your own life.
“Yes, father,” you mumbled, trudging upstairs, your feelings hurt cause now you had to feel that shame twice, once from your parents and a second time at church.
Once you reached your room, you got down on your knees, propping against the edge of your bed, saying your nightly prayer three times in a row for three hours until it was time for bed.
You don’t know why you needed to repeat it so many times for hours, but your parents told you it’s going to get you closer to god.
After three long hours, you stood up, knees aching, and you went to the bathroom to wash up. Once you brushed your teeth and washed your face, you got changed into a nightie and laid in bed, already dreading tomorrow, you couldn’t wait for it to be over.
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You really wish you hadn’t been caught by your mother with an adult magazine cause then you’d never be here in the confessional admitting to something so shameful, or at least that’s what your parents say it was.
You greeted the priest across the confessional screen, your voice low, and you swallowed harshly, fingers rubbing together nervously as you searched for the right way to start.
“Take your time,” you hear a quiet male voice from the other end of the booth. “I’m here for you with open arms and zero judgment.”
“Okay…” you say, voice shaky, nervousness in your tone as you bounce your leg lightly, allowing a few more beats of silence to pass.
“Take a breath, you can trust me, confess to me your sin, free yourself of burden,” the male voice says to you, so calm and understanding.
You took a deep breath, and you squeezed your eyes shut, fiddling with the seam on your dress, and you forced yourself to say it. “Lust,” you speak it into the air, and as soon as the word leaves your mouth, it feels lighter now that you’ve gotten it out and off your chest.
Synopsis: typical porn “plots” ranging from any and everything. Be sure to read the warnings for each fic that is posted if you’re uncomfortable with anything.
Release date: early april or earlier, there will be early access on my Patreon to each fic, updates every two weeks give or take, series will be ongoing until I run out of ideas lol, taglist is open till the 15th of april, if you wanna be added send me a dm or comment on this post and I’ll add you. This post will be updated when each fic is released and will be in my home page tagged under series. Happy reading!
WC: 5k+
part of the PWP series! Updates every other day, paid members only. Like to patreon series master list link
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“Where the hell were you? It’s 2 minutes past your curfew,” your mom says the moment you walk through the door, already waiting for you.
It’s only 4pm. You were a little late coming home from school because of a red light. She’s already going crazy on you, as if you returned at an unfathomable hour like 2 in the morning.
You sighed softly and took off your shoes. “I just got caught at a red light, Mom,” you say, trying to walk past her to avoid this, but she grabs your wrist, pulling you back into the living room.
“Do not sigh at me, young lady. I’m your mother, and you will not speak to me that way,” you rolled your eyes, trying to tug your wrist away from her.
“Mom, I’m eighteen already. No other kids in school have a curfew,” you meekly.
“As long as you’re under my roof, you will listen to me no matter if you’re eighteen or eighty.” You stomped your foot, and she let go of your wrist. “And besides, you know those other kids are full of the devil, they’re not like our family.”
“Mom!” You folded your arms, already frustrated with her, but there was simply nothing you could do. Your parents are Christian’s, and anyone who didn’t do things their way were considered devils.
“Mom, nothing, and who was that boy you were walking with?” She folds her cardigan across her body, pointing an accusatory finger at you.
“He’s no one; he just wanted to make sure I was getting home safe. Now, can I please go to my room?” You ask in a soft voice, you’re tired of her constant questioning, and it feels like you couldn’t even breathe right around her.
“Sure, that’s all he wanted, boys your age only want one thing, and I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about, especially after those magazines under your bed,” she spits disgust in her tone.
You lower your head, ashamed that she was bringing this up again, and the fact that she had found your stash to begin with, well, not stash it was only one magazine, and you wish you had of hidden it better, but she found out and scolded you for it.
The only regret you have is that she found it not what you did cause how else were you supposed to find out about these things, like sex or self-pleasure, if you didn’t find some form of it and hide it.
Your dad and your mom were super religious, to a crazy extent, they had ridiculous demands, and they didn’t allow you to have internet, so you couldn’t even learn anything for yourself. All you had was a phone that could make calls, because if you had internet access, they told you it would brainwash you.
That in itself was bad enough, but they even had you on lockdown, you were to always be back home before 4, and they never even felt the need to let you go out didn’t teach you about boys or your body or any urges you might experience; they kept you sheltered from everything like a toddler, just school, church and home.
It felt unfair that there was no one else in your school who went through what you did, and you were always just considered the boring and quiet reserved girl, while everyone else had friends and were partying and doing fun things.
You felt chained up in school and in your own home.
It didn’t stop at having no internet, either they had you wear dresses that covered your whole body no jewelry no tattoos no smoking no music just cook clean and study while being cooped up in the house for most of your day outside of school they barely even wanted you to go to the corner store incase you got tempted by something or someone out there.
Their exact words were that you needed to stay covered, protected, and pure for your future husband.
But how were you going to meet this so-called husband they spoke to you about when you didn’t even know anything of the outside world besides what they taught you, and that wasn’t much. “Sorry, mother, I won’t do it again,” you say to avoid further issues and shame.
“You sure won’t, and if I catch you with something like that again, you’ll pay heavy consequences.” You nodded, and that’s when your dad entered the room, hearing the conversation and siding with your mom right away, of course.
“Your mother isn’t lying, you won’t just have to answer to me but her too, also this Sunday I think it’s good for you to go to the confessional to confess your sins and repent for your wrongdoings,” your dad states.
“But-“
“No buts, now go to your room and say your prayer like we taught you, lights out at five as your punishment, and don’t you dare talk back to me or your mother ever again!” He concluded, leaving no room for you to defend yourself or speak up, and you felt hurt and helpless in this whole thing; you had zero say over your own life.
“Yes, father,” you mumbled, trudging upstairs, your feelings hurt cause now you had to feel that shame twice, once from your parents and a second time at church.
Once you reached your room, you got down on your knees, propping against the edge of your bed, saying your nightly prayer three times in a row for three hours until it was time for bed.
You don’t know why you needed to repeat it so many times for hours, but your parents told you it’s going to get you closer to god.
After three long hours, you stood up, knees aching, and you went to the bathroom to wash up. Once you brushed your teeth and washed your face, you got changed into a nightie and laid in bed, already dreading tomorrow, you couldn’t wait for it to be over.
-
You really wish you hadn’t been caught by your mother with an adult magazine cause then you’d never be here in the confessional admitting to something so shameful, or at least that’s what your parents say it was.
You greeted the priest across the confessional screen, your voice low, and you swallowed harshly, fingers rubbing together nervously as you searched for the right way to start.
“Take your time,” you hear a quiet male voice from the other end of the booth. “I’m here for you with open arms and zero judgment.”
“Okay…” you say, voice shaky, nervousness in your tone as you bounce your leg lightly, allowing a few more beats of silence to pass.
“Take a breath, you can trust me, confess to me your sin, free yourself of burden,” the male voice says to you, so calm and understanding.
You took a deep breath, and you squeezed your eyes shut, fiddling with the seam on your dress, and you forced yourself to say it. “Lust,” you speak it into the air, and as soon as the word leaves your mouth, it feels lighter now that you’ve gotten it out and off your chest.
Synopsis: typical porn “plots” ranging from any and everything. Be sure to read the warnings for each fic that is posted if you’re uncomfortable with anything.
Release date: early april or earlier, there will be early access on my Patreon to each fic, updates every two weeks give or take, series will be ongoing until I run out of ideas lol, taglist is open till the 15th of april, if you wanna be added send me a dm or comment on this post and I’ll add you. This post will be updated when each fic is released and will be in my home page tagged under series. Happy reading!
Warnings: smut, pwp, hand job, cum shot, bra job, cursing.
WC:1700,
part of the PWP series! Updates every other day, paid members only. Link to Patreon series master list link
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The short hand on heeseungs watch hovers right at eleven when he arrives at the hotel he is staying at for tonight in preparation for his business meeting tomorrow.
He’d parked his car outside the tall fancy building and immediately went to the front desk to check while the valet brought his bags up to his room after parking his car.
After receiving his key card, he walked the length of the hotel hall, arriving at the elevator and pressing the 4th floor. He unlocked his room and quickly settled in, unpacking only his essentials and then stepping into the bathroom to take a quick hot shower to wash off all the dirt and grime from the ten-hour drive.
He sighs as the water cascades down his aching body and grabs a white rag and some body wash to lather himself. His shoulders drop, relaxing under the hot water stream and freshening up before bed. Once he's clean, he turns off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing a white robe from the towel rack that the hotel provides and trying it around himself, exiting the bathroom.
He sat on the bed and laid back, reaching for the remote, turning on the TV, and leafing through the channels.
When he didn’t find anything interesting, he sighed in boredom and switched the TV off.
While staring at the ceiling for a minute, an idea popped into his head, and then he looked down at the knot in his robe and didn’t hesitate to set the remote down and loosen it.
He sat up against the headboard, opening the robe, hand reaching down to grab the base of his cock, and he flopped it around and started lazily stroking it to make himself hard.
His eyes were low from sleep, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he put his left hand behind his head, gently jerking his semi-hard cock. He sighed softly, his toes already slightly curling in pleasure as he rubbed all the way from the base to his sensitive tip.
He eyes the phone next to him on the lamp stand, and doesn’t think twice before grabbing it and ordering room service.
He ordered something random from the menu to have room service come to his room.
He waited not so patiently, applying gentle, languid strokes on his erect cock, twisting his wrist lightly, groaning from the stimulation, and he gasps quietly as he squeezes his base.
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