hihi, I'm bbyong! im 22, and i am a fanfic writer!! i’m half caribbean and half southeast asian :)
NOTES.
• i write mxgn, fxgn, mxm and fxf so long as all idols requested are of legal age (my idea of "legal age" is a little different from society's.. just because they're 18, does not mean i will write about them. i.e. i'd feel way more comfortable writing about hyewon or sakura than i would yujin or wonyoung, so please request idols over 21 or i will ignore you!)
• all my work is written in a second person perspective (you, your, yours, etc..) and i will by no means write in first person (feels weird..) or third person (just not my writing style) so if that doesn't appeal to what you want please dni!
• i do cheer, step, volleyball and i babysit so i cannot write/respond to requests in the snap of a finger so please don't be upset if i post anything a little bit late!
• any (very) specific requests might take a while cause my writing is not too advanced (i.e. pervert!idol, dom!idol, etc..)
• i have gps (grammatical pedantry syndrome) so i am VERY particular about my writing but english isn't my first language so please be kind and respectfully let me know if you see any errors (yes i proofread but i read a little fast, any hateful comments pointing out errors will be deleted and the OP will be blocked.)
• im very new to writing on tumblr (i used to write on wattpad, but all my old fics are deleted/in my notes app because oh my DAYS they were bottom of the barrel doodoo dog water writing..) so please be easy with me!
RULES.
• as i stated before, i do NOT write about idols under 21; so if you request anything about idols under 21, even fluff, you will be blocked.
• majority of my works will be smut in one form or another, so minors PLEASE do not interact.
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EXTRA.
• as aforementioned, im new to writing on tumblr so obviously my works aren't gonna be perfect while i learn the swing of things but take it easy cause im not a terrible writer im just not used to writing on here! ^^
• i know someone will say something about my name (it's inevitable), so yes i do know bbyong is an onomatopoeic goodbye in korean!! but you can't lie it is so much fun to say 😭😭
• im getting into so many new groups so if you request a nugu idol and i don't describe them to a tea like you imagined im so sorry, but atp my memory is deteriorating so bad that i barely even remember my ult biases birthdays </3 (august 11th and may 28th. I WILL NEVER FORGET THESE DAYS I JUST NEEDED AN ANALOGY)
BYE-BYE!
• im currently working on a 3-part changbin and jisung x reader fanfic and im still on part one so please wait for that!!! it will be uploaded piece by piece, and part 3 should be uploaded before april 30th if my writers block doesn't kick in too bad..!
if you need a new author to obsess over, i came four times while reading “Iconic by Mistake” by @blossomcola.. i hope that gives someone enough inspiration to check her out 🤷🏽♀️
summary. when a brutal heat wave turns your tiny apartment into an oven, you and your roommate karina are stuck together, sweat-slick and restless, and while the air grows heavy and stifling, it’s her in her teasingly light, summery outfit — bare skin glistening, smile too knowing — that makes the heat unbearable in an entirely different way, leaving you questioning if the tension pressing down on you is really from the weather at all.
the air hit you first, a thick, suffocating blanket that pressed against your lungs the moment you stepped out of the shower. it wasn’t a relief, it was a cruel reminder. an hour ago, you’d been optimistic, foolishly so. the forecast had called for a “massive heat wave,” and you’d scoffed, confident in the hum of your apartment’s trusty air conditioning. then, with a pathetic wheeze, it had died. a final gasp, leaving you to the mercy of a summer that had just begun with a vengeance.
now, your apartment was an oven. the kind where you could practically see the heat shimmering off surfaces. every breath felt like inhaling a warm, damp sponge. you'd tried everything. the ice-cold shower had helped for precisely two minutes before the water evaporated from your skin, leaving behind a sticky film. you’d draped wet towels over your head, tried to coax a breeze from a wheezing desk fan, even attempted to meditate your way into a cooler state of mind. nothing. the very air felt alive, malevolent, conspiring to melt you into a puddle.
defeated, you’d sought refuge on the tile floor of the living room, the only surface that still offered the faintest whisper of coolness. your shirt clung to you like a second skin, heavy with sweat, so you’d peeled it off, tossing it aside with a grunt of disgust. your consciousness was a hazy film, your thoughts sluggish, each one requiring monumental effort. you lay there, spreadeagled, staring up at the ceiling fan that rotated uselessly, stirring nothing but the hot, stagnant air. your entire body ached with the effort of simply existing.
a soft, almost imperceptible click broke the heavy silence. you forced your eyes open, squinting against the harsh light filtering through the blinds. it was the sound of a door opening, followed by the gentle creak of hinges. karina’s bedroom door. you let out a slow, internal groan. of all the days for this to happen, it had to be the day. the day she’d be emerging from her room, likely fresh and vibrant, ready to ridicule your current state of melted despair.
but as she stepped into the hallway, your internal groan caught in your throat, transforming into something entirely different.
karina.
her short, dark hair, usually a chic, artfully messy bob, was slicked back, dripping pearls of water down her neck and shoulders. her skin, dewy and flushed from what you could only assume was her own attempt at a cold shower, gleamed in the dim light. and her clothes? there was barely anything there. a thin, almost translucent camisole clung to her, clearly damp, outlining the delicate curve of her ribs and the soft swell of her chest. but it was the shorts that truly made your eyes widen, pulling you from your heat–induced stupor with a jolt.
they were denim, yes, but so incredibly short, so exquisitely snug, that they seemed less an item of clothing and more like a second, impossibly flattering skin. they rode high on her hips, leaving an almost scandalous expanse of thigh bare, clinging to the curve of her glutes in a way that truly left little to the imagination but a very vivid one. they were the kind of shorts designed to be worn on a sweltering summer day, utterly practical for the heat, and utterly devastating for your composure.
she moved with an effortless grace, even in this oppressive heat, padding barefoot across the living room towards the kitchen. each step was a quiet whisper against the floor, a subtle sway that held your gaze captive. the camisole, clinging wetly, shifted with her movements, revealing just a hint of the soft indentation of her navel. you felt a primal instinct flicker to life within you, an instinct entirely unsuited for the present circumstances, yet utterly undeniable.
your throat felt impossibly dry, drier than it had been all day. you swallowed, a painful, raspy sound, but it didn’t help. your eyes, which had been half-lidded in misery moments before, were now wide, fixed, devouring the sight before you. and then, it happened. a slow, undeniable trickle of saliva made its way from the corner of your mouth, tracing a path down your cheek, a clear, glistening testament to your utterly compromised state. you didn't even realize it until it reached your jaw.
karina, reaching for a bottle of water in the fridge, paused. her hand hovered over the door handle. she didn't turn around immediately, but you saw the slight twitch of her shoulders, the subtle shift as she registered your presence. then, slowly, she turned, her gaze sweeping over your prone form, past your bare chest, your sprawled limbs, to your face. her eyes, sharp and intelligent even in her own state of heat–induced lethargy, landed on the tell–tale moistness on your cheek.
a slow smile, subtle at first, began to spread across her lips. it wasn't a sympathetic smile. it was the smile of a predator who had just spotted an easy mark.
“well, well, well…” she purred, her voice a low, melodic hum that instantly brought a blush to your already flushed cheeks. “look what the heat wave dragged in, huh?” she took a slow sip from her water bottle, her eyes never leaving yours. “something caught your eye, (y/n)–nie? you look distracted.”
you spluttered, pushing yourself up onto your elbows, suddenly acutely aware of your own half–naked, sweat–slicked state. “w-what?” you stammered, frantically trying to wipe away the offending drool with the back of your hand. it only made it worse, smearing it around.
karina’s smile widened, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. she leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing her arms, a pose that subtly accentuated her figure and made your internal temperature rise another ten degrees. “oh, nothing. just… hydrating. you look a little parched though. is that… drool? or maybe sweat? ewww…” she tilted her head, feigning an innocent curiosity that you knew was entirely fake. “my, my. has the heat truly gotten to you that badly?”
your face burned. “n–no! it’s just… sweat! from the… the heat!” you gestured wildly around the room, as if the oppressive atmosphere itself was responsible for your involuntary physiological reaction.
she raised an eyebrow, a picture of insouciant charm. “sweat, huh? interesting. looks suspiciously like… appreciation to me. or maybe just pure, unadulterated thirst.” she took another slow sip, her gaze lingering on your chest, then dropping lower, to where your shorts were riding up slightly. you suddenly wished you were wearing a full winter suit, despite the suffocating heat.
“it’s like living in a giant toaster oven in here.” you mumbled, desperate to change the subject. “my brain is actually melting.”
“oh, i can see that.” she replied, her voice laced with amusement. she pushed off the counter and started walking towards the sofa, her hips swaying subtly. you tried, valiantly, not to watch, but your eyes had a mind of their own. each step felt like a drumbeat against your already hammering heart. “it’s truly dreadful. i just took my third cold shower. it barely helps, does it?"
she sat down on the very edge of the sofa, just a few feet from where you lay on the floor. her legs, long and toned, were positioned so that her bare knee was almost within touching distance of your outstretched arm. the sight of her damp skin, the fresh scent of her shampoo carried by the stagnant air, was intoxicating.
“no.” you managed, your voice a little hoarse. “it just… postpones the inevitable.”
she sighed dramatically, stretching her arms above her head, her camisole pulling taut, riding up just a fraction more. “exactly! we need a plan, (y/n). a desperate, audacious plan to survive this inferno.” she dropped her arms, her eyes sparkling. “or at least, to stop you from dehydrating further… from that sweat, you know.” she punctuated the last word with a playful emphasis.
you groaned, burying your face in your arm. “just tell me what it is. i’m beyond desperate. i'll do anything. i’d sell my kidney for a working ac right now.”
“hmm, tempting offer, but i think we can find a slightly less invasive solution.” she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “we need ice. lots and lots of ice. and maybe some actual popsicles. and some good, old-fashioned, chilled beverages. and then, we make a fort. a cool fort. with blankets and a fan.”
you slowly lifted your head, hope warring with skepticism. “a fan that does nothing but push hot air around?”
“ah, but that’s where the ice comes in.” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “we put a bowl of ice in front of the fan. oldest trick in the book. and then we submerge our feet in a bucket of ice water. pure bliss, i tell you.” she paused, then added, “but first, we have to get the ice. and the popsicles. and the beverages.” she looked at you, a challenge in her eyes. “think you can manage to propel yourself off the floor without actually melting into a puddle?”
the thought of moving was excruciating, but the promise of even a moment's relief, combined with the prospect of spending more time with karina, even in this ridiculous state, was enough to stir you. “i… i think so.” you said, already feeling a faint stir of motivation.
“good.” she said, rising gracefully from the sofa, her movements fluid and unhurried, as if to further torture your senses. “because you’re coming with me. someone needs to carry the heavy bag of ice." she shot you a playful grin over her shoulder as she headed back towards her room to find her sandals. “and try not to drool on the pavement, will you?”
getting ready was an ordeal. even the act of pulling on a clean, dry t-shirt felt like wrapping yourself in a wool blanket. your skin protested, immediately slick with a fresh layer of sweat. karina, however, seemed unfazed as she reappeared, her hair now partially dry and fluffy, her tiny shorts and camisole still her chosen attire. she’d added a pair of simple flip–flops and a small cross–body bag. she looked ridiculously cool and put-together, even in the midst of this infernal heat.
the moment you stepped outside, the air hit you like a physical force. it was worse than inside, a true blast furnace. the asphalt shimmered, the air thick with the smell of hot concrete. karina, however, just tilted her head back, letting the sun beat down on her face for a moment, before shrugging. “alright, let’s do this.” she declared, her voice resolute.
the convenience store was a mirage in the desert. the moment the automatic doors hissed open, a wave of gloriously icy air washed over you, making you sigh with pure, unadulterated pleasure. you practically stumbled inside, revelling in the sudden chill. karina, walking beside you, just chuckled. "easy there, tiger. don't want you getting hypothermia before we even get the ice."
inside, the cool air was almost overwhelming after the outside inferno. you revelled in it, standing in the freezer aisle, pretending to examine the various ice cream options, but really just soaking up the cold. karina, meanwhile, was strategically picking out items. a giant bag of ice, of course. a multipack of lime popsicles. two large bottles of sparkling water. and, much to your slight embarrassment, she picked up a pack of sugary, brightly colored gummy candies, clearly for her own indulgence.
as she turned to pay, the harsh fluorescent lights of the store caught her in a different way. the sheer brevity of her shorts was even more apparent here, and you noticed a few other shoppers – mostly men – casting quick, appreciative glances in her direction. karina, seemingly oblivious, just smiled at the cashier, handed over her card, and then turned back to you, her eyes twinkling. “ready to face the dragon again?”
the walk back was a blur of sweat and melting ice. the plastic bag of ice was already dripping, leaving a trail of cold water behind you. karina, however, kept up a steady stream of banter, making light of your shared ordeal. she even offered you a popsicle half–way, which you devoured in three bites, trying to savour the fleeting cold.
finally, back in the relative “coolness” of your apartment, you both collapsed onto the living room floor, dropping the bags with a thud.
“alright.” karina clapped her hands together, a renewed energy in her voice. “operation arctic oasis is a go!”
you watched, still slightly dazed, as she began her transformation. she found a large plastic basin in the utility closet, filled it with cold tap water, then dumped in half the bag of ice. the clinking of the ice against the plastic, the misty chill emanating from it, was deeply satisfying. she then strategically placed the pathetic little desk fan behind it, angling it to blow over the ice-filled basin. next, the drinks and remaining popsicles were arranged on a tray, along with the bag of gummy candies.
“alright, partner.” she said, patting the floor beside the basin. “take a seat next to me.”
you gratefully sank to the floor, positioning yourself so your feet could be plunged into the icy water. the initial shock was intense, a glorious, almost painful cold that made you gasp, but then, a wave of profound relief washed over you. karina settled beside you, her own bare feet sliding into the basin, her sigh of contentment echoing your own.
the fan, now blowing a noticeably cooler, if still faint, breeze, stirred the air around you. you leaned back against the cool tile wall, closing your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you.
“better?” she murmured, her voice soft, devoid of its earlier teasing edge, though you could still hear the underlying amusement.
you opened your eyes, turning your head to look at her. she was leaning forward, rummaging through the bag of gummies, her brow furrowed in concentration. the light from the window caught the damp strands of hair that had escaped her slicked-back style, making them shimmer. even now, in this moment of shared, slightly unglamorous relief, she was captivating.
“much.” you admitted, a genuine smile finally breaking through your heat-induced misery. “thank you, karina. this is… genius.”
she plucked a bright blue gummy bear, popping it into her mouth. “you’re welcome, drool–face. wouldn’t want my roommate to actually spontaneously combust. think of the mess!” she nudged your foot with her own, a playful splash sending a few drops of icy water up your leg, making you shiver.
you chuckled, a sound that felt rusty from disuse. “hey! that’s cold!”
“that’s the point.” she grinned, her eyes sparkling. “now, pass me one of those popsicles, would you? we have to fully commit to operation arctic oasis. no half–measures.”
as you reached for the popsicle, your hand brushed against hers for a fleeting second. the contact, cool from the ice water, yet warm from her skin, sent a jolt through you that had nothing to do with the heat, or the cold. you looked at her, really looked at her, and saw past the teasing, past the minimal clothes and the dripping hair. you saw the kind, resourceful, playful woman who had just saved you from utter despair.
the heat outside still pressed against the apartment walls, a relentless, suffocating force. the ac was still broken. the summer had only just begun. but sitting there, feet in icy water, a popsicle melting on your tongue, and karina’s playful presence beside you, you knew you’d survive. and maybe, just maybe, this unexpected heat wave was going to make this summer a lot more interesting than you’d ever anticipated.
“so.” she said, sucking on her popsicle, her eyes fixed on you. "still drooling, or have we sufficiently rehydrated you, (y/n)? a little while ago you looked like you were going to faint from climate change.”
that familiar, playful glint was back in her eyes. you just shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “only for the popsicles.” you lied, knowing full well it was only half a lie. the heat might have been an oven, but the air between you and karina was crackling with a different kind of warmth.
of course karina knows what’s going on in your head, she’s no idiot.
before you could even respond, she surprises you and takes the words out of your mouth as she stands up and pulls down her shorts, being completely naked on the bottom because yes, she wasn’t wearing underwear under her thin shorts. and also before you could even say anything about her sudden action, she is still faster than you.
“i know what’s on your mind…” she purred, crawling up your body until she straddled your face. the heat of her core radiated against your cheeks, making your mouth water with anticipation.
slowly, teasingly, karina lowered herself onto you, smothering your face with her dripping sex. she coated your lips and chin with her arousal, grinding her hips to paint your skin with her essence.
“put that clever tongue to good use and make me feel amazing.”
she rolled her hips, smearing her slickness across your cheeks and chin, marking you as hers. the scent of her desire filled your nostrils, musky and intoxicating. karina shuddered, feeling your warm breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh as she awaited your touch.
karina braced herself on the wall above you, looking down at you with hooded eyes and a sinful smile. “worship my cunt, (y/n). show me how badly you want to taste me.” she commanded, her voice dripping with dominance and hunger. “and remember, don’t stop until i come all over your beautiful face.”
karina’s breath hitched as she felt your tongue part her slick folds, delving in to taste her essence. she shuddered, her back arching slightly at the first touch of your mouth on her most intimate place. “ohhh fuck, just like that baby. your tongue feels incredible.” she moaned, grinding herself harder against your face.
she rocked her hips, riding your tongue with increasing fervor. the wet, obscene sounds of your mouth on her dripping cunt filled the room, mingling with karina’s wanton moans and gasps. she tangled her fingers in your hair, holding you in place as she used your mouth for her pleasure.
“i’ve wanted this for so long.” karina confessed breathlessly, her voice thick with arousal. “wanted to feel your pretty lips wrapped around my clit, your tongue delving deep in my cunt. you’re even more perfect than i imagined.”
karina threw her head back with a sharp cry as your tongue found her clit, flicking and circling the sensitive bud. she grinded herself harder against your mouth, coating your chin and cheeks with her slick arousal.
karina gasped sharply as your fingers entered her, plunging knuckle–deep into her dripping cunt. her velvety walls clenched greedily around the welcome intrusion, drawing you in deeper. She rolled her hips, fucking herself on your hand with wanton abandon.
“ohhh yes, just like that.” karina moaned, her voice pitching higher as her arousal climbed. “stick your fingers in me, angel. fuck me with them until i’m shaking and begging for more.”
she braced herself against the wall, the muscles in her long, shapely thighs flexing as she ground herself harder against your face. the scent of her arousal was overwhelming, the musky aroma filling your nose and lungs. your chin and cheeks were slick with her juices, your lips and tongue coated in her essence.
“don’t stop, baby. i’m so close.” karina gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. “make me come all over your perfect face. i want to mark you as mine.”
she rocked her hips faster, her moans growing louder and more urgent. the wet, obscene sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of her dripping cunt filled the room, mingling with the slick, sloppy noises of your mouth on her aching clit.
“fuck fuck fuck!” karina chanted, her voice ragged and raw with pleasure. “yes, just like that! don’t stop, baby, please don't stop! i’m gonna… ohhhh… i’m gonna...!” karina threw her head back with a scream of ecstasy, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. her inner walls clamped down around your fingers, rippling and squeezing as she gushed her release. a flood of her sweet nectar poured out of her cunt, coating your hand and dripping down your wrist.
“fuck yes, (y/n)! i’m coming!” karina shrieked, her voice echoing off the walls. her hips jerked and spasmed, grinding herself hard against your face as she rode out the intense sensations. she painted your cheeks, chin, and lips with her climax, marking you with her pleasure.
for a long moment, she remained perched above you, her chest heaving and skin flushed and dewy. slowly, she lifted herself off your face, allowing you to catch your breath. you could feel the sticky remnants of her release on your skin, the musky scent of her arousal still thick in the air.
karina looked down at you with a satisfied, almost smug smile. she traced your lips with her thumb, scooping up some of your chin's glistening coating. “mmmh, tastes even better than i imagined.i knew you'd be perfect at worshipping a woman’s body...but the reality exceeds all fantasies. well done, baby. well done indeed.”
karina’s breath hitched as your fingers brushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside her. she let out a sharp gasp, her thighs trembling and toes curling at the intense sensation. her slick walls clenched down around the welcome intrusion, as if trying to pull you in deeper.
“ohhh fuck, right there! don’t stop, baby. keep rubbing that spot, make me come on your fingers like the desperate slut i am.” karina’s moans grew louder and more frenzied as you continued to stroke her most sensitive spot, your fingers plunging in and out of her dripping cunt. she could feel another climax building fast, her arousal coiling tighter and tighter in her core.
“ohhh god, yes! i’m gonna come again, baby. make me come all over your fingers, paint them white with my pleasure.” karina cried out, her hips bucking erratically against your hand. “fuck, i’ve never felt anything so intense! You're going to make me addicted to your touch.”
she braced herself against the wall, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the dresser hard enough to leave marks. her thighs trembled and quaked, the muscles taut with tension as she teetered on the brink of another shattering orgasm.
“don’t you dare fucking stop now.” karina growled, glaring down at you with wild, lust–crazed eyes. “i need this, angel. i need you to fucking wreck me until i can’t walk straight. push your fingers in deep and rub that perfect fucking spot until I'm screaming your name and begging for more!”
karina’s eyes rolled back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her second orgasm ripped through her. her pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around your plunging fingers, gripping them like a vice as she gushed her release. a flood of slick, hot liquid poured out of her, dripping down your wrist and pooling in your palm.
“fuck (y/n)!” karina screamed, her voice raw and ragged with pleasure. her body jerked and shuddered, back arched almost painfully as the intense sensations consumed her. she ground her hips down hard, riding out every last wave of her climax on your fingers.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, karina collapsed forward, her forehead pressed against the wall as she gasped for breath. her skin was flushed and dewy, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her brow and chest. she looked down at you with hazy, half–lidded eyes, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
“goddamn, angel.” she panted, her voice low and rough from screaming. “you’ve ruined me for anyone else. no one could ever make me feel as incredible as you just did.” she slowly withdrew your hand from between her thighs, bringing your slick fingers to her lips. karina licked them clean, her tongue swirling around each digit before she took two into her mouth and sucked hard, moaning at the taste of their combined essences.
“mmmh, i taste so fucking good, don’t i baby?” karina coos, smirking as she looks down to find your blushing face between her thighs, looking up at what appears to be indications of what will happen next.
”i think someone deserves a refreshing bath as a reward, don’t you think, baby?”
So fucking good and hot. Natty is my bias and Julie is my 2nd fave so it was especially good for me. I love the way you describe Natty's horninese in them 😵💫... I hope you plan on doing more things involving Natty. Whether its solo, w/ julie or some other member. Its great. Keep up the good work
you are so welcome anon!! i truly have been trying to make my writing better so im glad you enjoyed that 🩷🩷 this isn’t a fic but i am planning on editing julie and natty to sad girlz luv money, so how would we feel about a jultty fic with the same name as that song? 👀
cw : 3sum, breeding, infidelity (carried on from pt 1), multiple orgasms, soft dom julie, hard dom natty, sub reader, overstimulation, biting, marking, natty is called ‘mommy’ and julie is ‘daddy’, reader is called puppy once, dumbification, nipple play if you squint, handjob (n. receiving), edging, unprotected piv (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), reader is a glazed donut at the end (if ykwim), aftercare included, not proofread, probably missed some oops
word count: 2.0k
a/n : it’s 2am and im sacrificing sleep to write this. if it flops my account is going in the bin 😭 this is a continuation fic, pt 1 is linked here but you don’t need to read it (at least not the entire fic, the last four paragraphs is practically where this fic starts) to have context ^^
dom!jultty who share you for their pleasure! (pt 2 of 2)
natty’s words have been ringing in your mind nonstop. you still feel bad for what happened, but the way natty has been treating you has made you sick.
she’s still affectionate, but not as much. she won’t intertwine your fingers when you hold hands, she only ever gives you quick pecks and she barely speaks to you. but she still makes a point to let you know she still loves you. she won’t leave, but it definitely is obvious how hurt she is.
any time you and natty were intimate, she’d nonstop talk about julie and it killed you inside. you’d be looking up at her with glossy eyes and a slack jaw, just for her to look away with a “yeah you w-wish i was julie, don’t you? fuck.. i- i know you do.” and all you could do was shake your head and grab her by her shoulders.
the way the two of them would look at each other when you were around, it felt like the three of you were in high school all over again and they were the mean girls. they’d eye you up and down then look to the other and smirk or laugh. what were they laughing about? you hadn’t done anything, had you? besides the obvious.
you waited for weeks upon weeks for an answer, and you got it. you were relaxing in your room when the two of them walked in, smiling at you while holding hands. you let out a “hm?” to which natty walked closer to push hair behind your ear.
“when i said we were gonna share you, i kept my word.”
oh. your face dropped and you stared between the two of them as natty kept smiling and julie cocked her head to the side.
the foreplay was intense, and your brain was fuzzy before anything truly happened. if you’d kiss natty, julie would tug at your hair and faux pout. naturally, you’d kiss her instead. but not without natty scoffing and telling you off. their hands and mouths roamed your body, kissing and biting you all over. you could barely focus on anything with the way their mouths moved against you, and you could’ve almost squealed when julie slid two fingers inside of you and natty’s thumb met your clit.
they didn’t match the others pace at all, with natty rubbing tight figure eights into you and julie plunging her fingers deep but slowly. you were moaning both of their names as your chest heaved. and through your panting, you could just barely make out what was being said. “julie’s gotta stretch you out, since she’s so much bigger than i am, right?” “don’t listen to natty baby, i’m just trying to help.” “i’m so sure you are.” any other time, they were on the same team. it wasn’t until they both got to your cunt that they were feuding, and it threw you off.
natty had long forgotten about julie, and was littering kitten licks to your clit as she looked up at you. the string of moans that were their names quickly became natty-centric and julie hadn’t liked that. she added a third finger, stretching you to your limit as natty’s tongue worked magic against you. you were letting out the highest whines, sounding next to unintelligible as they continued. it felt like you were losing consciousness; from your chest rising and falling concerningly quickly, to your arm thrown over your face, to the sounds you couldn’t bring yourself to stop producing.
you weren’t paying attention to the situation until julie was praising you for cumming as hard as you did and pulling your arm away as she apparently repeated herself to you, sweetly asking “who do you want first honey?” with a smile. you could barely get words out but you managed to gasp out her name. she grinned at natty, who was sitting by you at the headboard. natty looked down at you with a faux frown, looking back at julie with a smirk and nod.
the burn of julie pushing in had you squealing and grabbing natty’s arm, which she pulled away almost immediately. “you said you want julie so you take what she gives you.” you were whining and reaching out to her, but she ignored you. julie bottomed out inside of you, and you had to fight to not grind your hips down. she was so patient, moving her hips in an almost antagonizingly slow manner. you were panting and whining, letting out pleads of “faster, faster, faster” as her tip grazed against your soft spot.
and faster, she went. her hips snapped forward almost animalistically with a particular stroke, which you weren’t expecting. her hips moved against you with a speed that could only be seen as brutal. she was smiling, though, and looking down at you with a romantic gaze. you were groaning and whimpering at julie, but clawing at natty. she was looking down at you with a fake pout, moving your hair from your face as you stared at her with empty eyes and a dirty mouth.
you looked – and felt – beautifully pathetic. your hair was messily spayed against your pillows and your eyes were darting from the sight of julie being nearly fucked out above you to natty pretending to be hurt by it all. you weakly grabbed at her hands and arms, only for her to pull away and shake her head. “be a good puppy for julie, won’t you? stop reaching for me.” to which you’d haphazardly whisper a “yes ma’am”. julie was snapping her hips forward like her life depended on it, pushing herself as deep as she could get and rubbing your clit in painfully slow circles. she was hitting spots you hadn’t even known about, causing you to let out the loudest squeals and groans.
it seemed like julie would never stop, grabbing your hips and drilling into you with vigour that made you dizzy. your brain was flooded with pleasure, whining her name and telling her how good you felt as you looked to natty with teary eyes. you pleaded with her, weakly gaining a hold of her arm as you screamed and whimpered. you begged for her, not knowing what you were truly begging for. “m-mommy, please. need you. need you so – hngh, fuck! – bad. please, mommy. n-need.” you were a babbling mess, eyes shooting themselves all the way back at random and drool dripping from your mouth down your cheeks and chin.
natty would only pull away though, hissing at the now disregardable pain of her erection whenever she moved too much. you were completely out of it, eyes barely open as julie leaned down to kiss your neck. you couldn’t help how your body immediately wrapped around her, burying your face in her neck as you mumbled to her. “daddy, c-can’t. slower, g-go slower. please?” more incoherent words slipped from you as your eyes shot back into your head in pleasure. the sound of your desperate voice paired with the nicknames you gave to both natty and julie drove them wild, and julie drilled her hips into you almost painfully.
you scream, digging your nails into julie’s shoulders as she pistons her hips into yours. natty gazes down at you, finally giving into your desire and running a hand through your hair. the action makes you moan out, body suddenly arching off the bed at the feeling of julie’s teeth against your skin. you hold eye contact with her for mere seconds, whining out a desperate “daddy, please..” and pushing your hips into her.
your voice pushes her over the edge, and she groans your name loudly as she spills herself inside of you. the way she throws her head back and hisses in overstimulation makes your head spin, and your eyes track her as she pulls out and collapses on top of you. natty allows the two of you to lay there, scratching your scalp and stroking julie’s back. you’re weak as ever and you allow both girls to manhandle your body, julie laying you on top of her and natty finally taking her position between your legs.
the way she removes her sleep shorts is animalistic, and her gaze on you makes your skin burn as you feel your heart race. natty is nothing like julie, no. she’s primal and hungry and a little desperate under her facade. without warning, she pushes her entire length into you. giving you no time to adjust as she hammers his hips into you. you’re screaming and trying to catch your breath as julie’s arms wrap around you and hold you in place. “don’t fight against mommy, yeah? let her take what she needs”, she says lowly. you blink away tears and nod slowly, mumbling a “yes, daddy” as you lock eyes with natty.
your legs are trembling at natty’s every move, hips banging against yours as you look up at her with dazed eyes. natty’s voice is low as she degrades you, telling you how pathetic and stupid you are as her thumb works overtime on your clit. every inch of your body is sensitive and your cheeks are flushed an angry shade of red. julie tweaks your nipples between her delicate fingers and covers the back of your neck, hands and arms in blooming hickeys. as natty’s degrading words flow out of her, julie whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
the dual stimulation is too much for you to handle, and you’re crying out unintelligibly as you claw at natty’s strong arms. julie’s plush lips land on your neck, but a particularly deep stroke of natty’s causes your body to jolt back and julie sinks her teeth into you. the feeling makes your body go numb from head to toe temporarily, and julie makes it no better by licking at the bite. natty’s hips show no sign of slowing down, and when her spit-slicked thumb meets your clit again. your vision goes white as you yell her name out and cum for the fifth time. she herself hasn’t cum yet, but she thrusts her hips into you softly before pulling away. she positions herself over you, fist wrapping around her length and pumping greedily.
julie smirks at the blonde, grabbing your hand with one of hers and using the other’s to push natty’s away. she and natty share a knowing look as julie wraps your hand around natty’s cock. her tip is flushed an angry red, and she releases a throaty growl as your hand makes contact with her. she won’t say it, but she’s sensitive beyond words and her hips buck into your hand like she’s never been touched before.
one thing about natty, she always lets out the prettiest sounds. hisses and groans and pants as your long hand wraps around her length like a vice. she throws her head back and mutters about being close, until she makes out the sound of julie whispering something to you. your hand drops and natty’s head snaps up with a look of confusion and surprise. julie turns your head to her and pecks your lips before wrapping her own hand around natty, who is still rock hard and overwhelmed like all hell.
the two of you alternate for what feels like hours, working natty up until she lets out a greedy whine akin to yours and she cums all over your chest. her own chest rises and falls, and she lets herself collapse next to you and julie.
the three of you shower one after the other, natty supporting your weak legs as you stumble from the bed to your shared bathroom. you all dress in your clothes and get comfortable under your comforter. you lay your head on natty’s chest and push your hips into julie, who holds onto your lower half like a teddy bear. your eyes fall heavy before you hear both girls ask, “so who’s better?” and you shake your head before letting your eyes close. the two girls make eye contact above your sleeping form, grabbing each other’s hands and grinning stupidly.
Pairing: OT8 x Reader
Warnings: Explicit content! MDNI
WC: 5200
Bang Chan:
“Oh really?” he asks, ears going red. He looks away, staring at the ceiling before glancing back at you. “Never?” you shook your head. He tongues the inside of his cheek and you fidget under his sudden intense gaze.
“Do you wanna…” you bite your lip, thinking for a moment. “Would you want to help me try?” His eyes go wide for a second before looking at you.
“You want me to?” he asks, shy. You nod your head and press your thighs together.
Your boyfriend is hot. There’s no denying that fact, even now as he sits across from you in a black tank top and a pair of grey sweats. Even without trying, he’s effortlessly sexy. Though the relationship is new, you aren’t a stranger to makeout sessions and Chan, well it’s just in his nature to walk around and sleep naked. So, even though this would be your first time… you’ve wanted him. Craved his touch from the first moment he kissed you. So when he asks “Are you sure?” You don’t even hesitate before answering “Yes.”
He pulls you to his chest. You immediately get chills as you feel his breath on your neck, your back pressed against his front. You can feel the sizeable bulge in his sweats pressed against you and as much as you want to press against it, to turn this onto him, when his hand snakes down your front you throw your head back and focus on the pleasure he’s giving you. His mouth is on your jaw and your neck and long gone is that shy act–you know exactly who you’re dealing with now. The man who isn’t afraid to take his shirt off on stage. The man who shamelessly flirts with Stays.
“You already look so pretty for me,” he says into your ear. You can tell he’s smiling without looking at him. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already so wrecked for me?” You nod fervently as he hikes your shirt up, revealing you to him. “Say stop at any time,” he tells you with a kiss. The ever-caring lover you’ve fallen in love with, even when at his sexiest can’t not check in with you.
He makes you watch every movement, every flick of his hand against your nipples. His warm breath and tongue against your skin, the absolutely filthy words he whispers in your ears when you aren’t looking him in the eyes.
It feels so natural when his hand connects with your core and you’re already soaking wet. It takes him by surprise and he almost pulls his hands out of your shorts but you close your thighs around him, needy and desperate for his touch.
“Please,” you say, looking up and blinking at him. You can tell a comment is on the tip of his tongue, something about you being so wet or needy for him but you silence him with a kiss. His deft, knobby fingers slide into you then and he smirks, smirks at the effect he has on you. His fingers are long, skillful in the way that every touch is purposeful. He reaches spots that you couldn’t possibly reach with your own fingers and he touches your body as if he has memorized every inch of you already.
“Chris,” you whine, and that affects him in ways you don’t even know. You can feel him grow even harder behind you and he even ruts his hips into your back, groaning at the friction. He focuses on you though, one hand snaking up to rest on your neck.
You’re close. You’re close and he knows it and he touches you now with the intent of getting you to finish. He whispers and groans the filthiest shit in your ear until you’re burning up, absolutely flushed from all the things he tells you he wants to do to you.
You’re not surprised with how little effort it takes for him to push you over the edge. You pulse around his fingers as he keeps the same pace. He made you cum and he didn’t even have to take off your pants. You’re impressed but you know he would never take the compliment, that he would brush it off and turn red as if he didn’t just wreck you. He pulls his fingers from your center once you’ve come down from your high, sticking them into his mouth and moaning around his fingers.
“God that was hot,” he laughs.
You throw your arm over your face in embarrassment and he showers your face with kisses.
His arms tighten around you and he rocks you back and forth, giddy until you’re both a giggling mess.
Lee Know:
“Ahhh,” he nods. “I see.” He looks at you and where his hands rest underneath your shirt, playing with the hem. He thinks for a moment, biting his lip as he thinks of a way that he can help you without making you uncomfortable. An idea pops in his head and he looks at you and smirks, eyes dark with mischief.
He spreads his legs then, his muscular thighs straining the fabric of his jeans. You would be blind to not notice the large bulge straining for some relief but he tsks and guides your vision to his face. You go red-hot from being caught staring and he all but coos, grabbing your waist so that you’re straddling one, muscular thigh.
“Min–”
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he prefaces and he blows a strand of hair away from his face. God he’s so gorgeous that it’s lethal, knocking your breath out from your chest with one stare. “But, if you want, you can grind your pretty pussy on my thigh. You do all the work and I’ll just watch you, yeah?”
You feel shy from his gaze all of a sudden and he silences your thoughts with a kiss to your lips, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. He can’t stop his mouth from connecting to your skin, leaving hot wet kisses along your jaw, neck, and ear. When he nibbles on your ear and you feel his hot breath against you, you can’t help it when your hips kick forward desperate to get some friction.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Just like that.” Tentatively you roll your hips against the fabric again, head lolling back at the delicious friction it causes between your legs. True to his word he lets you do all the work, arms crossed behind his head and eyes heavy as he drinks you in. He smiles a familiar grin that causes you to heat up, one that’s smug but offensively gorgeous.
You feel spurred on by the look he’s giving you and the feeling between your legs and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips when he tenses his thigh.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” he says softly. You’re rocking yourself back and forth on him in earnest now, feeling your high start to build up. But you’re sensitive now and you’re starting to lose your rhythm, your hips becoming tired.
“Min I can’t,” you whine, losing that feeling that had slowly started to build.
“I gotcha,” he says, grabbing your hips for you. He rocks you back and forth using his own strength, not forgetting to push his thigh harder against your core. He works you back up embarrassingly fast and before you know it you’re spilling over the edge with your back arched and a loud cry. Just as he allows you to slow down he presses a kiss against your lips, breathing in your moans. You slump against his shoulder then and he strokes your back. “Beautiful,” he whispers.
Changbin:
Changbin doesn’t react at all when you tell him. His arms are full of you, who is currently straddling his lap happily. Your makeout session was starting to get a little intense and you could tell that it was likely to escalate–which you had no problem with, but you couldn’t stop the confession from releasing from your lips.
He stares at you. No acknowledgement whatsoever. You gulp nervously… any reaction would be better than no reaction, you think.
“Bin?” you ask, breaking his focus. You’re worried that you ruined the mood, suddenly anxious. “Should I not have said that? We can stop,” you say, lifting your hips to get off of him when he grabs your waist, setting you down flush against his hips.
“Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. “I think… I was flustered.”
“Huh?”
“That turned me on more than it should have,” he admits with a small smile, staring at the wall next to him. You coo at the blush on his face, his ears turning suddenly red. His bulge pressing into your clothed core further proves his point–he wasn’t lying. You hate to admit how turned on you are now too, his thick cock pressing against you making less-than-pure thoughts run through your head.
Your lips reattach to his in a messy kiss and your hands are everywhere, feeling his broad, toned pecs, his muscular shoulders, his tummy… You press kisses against his throat, his collarbone, his sternum and you can feel his cock twitch in his sweats. The thought that he’s just as aroused as you are, with your panties probably soaked from your arousal, pushes you even further. You rock yourself against his clothed cock, relishing in the way it presses against your clit just right. The groan he lets out is heavenly, his head thrown back in bliss. This gives you the perfect opportunity to lean forward and bite the junction between his neck and shoulder, sucking a pretty purplish-red mark in its wake.
His hips thrust up on instinct and you whine… This must have been the breaking point, you think, because he grabs your hips so tightly you think they will bruise… and he thrusts his hips up into yours so harshly that you let out a shriek in surprise.
“Fuck… is this okay?” he asks, looking utterly debauched. You nod, trying to rock your hips in tandem but his grip is too tight–he’s in control. He’s lifted you up off of him a few inches and pistons his hard bulge into your core, the same way he would if he were fucking you. His cock slides deliciously against your clit every time and though you don’t know the feeling, you think your high is starting to build up.
“Just like that, Bin,” you tell him, scrunching your eyes shut and throwing your head back.
He growls. “You like that? You like when my cock touches your pretty pussy? You’re soaking me, fuck. I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in my pants you’re so hot, baby.”
You feel your core start to tighten and his hand tightens in your hair, grabbing your face to push your lips against his in a hard but messy kiss. The second your lips come in contact you start to cum, spasming around nothing as he continues to drill his cock against you.
It takes only a few seconds for Changbin to cum too, grabbing your hips and holding you tight against his bulge. You feel him pulsing in his pants, thick spurts of his arousal shooting out and soaking the sweats. It’s so erotic and he is a sight to behold when he cums, sweat glistening across his forehead and the veins of his forearms protruding from where he holds you tight.
When he looks up at you he has the audacity to look sheepish again. You smack his shoulder lightly with a smile. “No need to be shy on me now,” you tease. He lifts you up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your arms slung around his neck.
“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” he chuckles. You answer him with a kiss.
Hyunjin:
Hyunjin lets out a gasp as if what you have just told him is heresy. Ever the drama-queen, you have to remind your boyfriend to keep his voice down–you’re in public. You’re not even sure how the topic came up, honestly, and part of you wishes that you had kept this information to yourself. Hyunjin, the man that he is, cannot let you keep anything to yourself. He instantly pries for the details despite your red-hot face.
“How often have you tried?” he asks, more excited than he should be. “You have tried, right? You just can’t…” you slap a hand over his mouth, looking around you.
“We can talk about this later,” you hiss. He gives you a giddy smile. You can tell he won’t forget about this.
Sure enough, he’s back on you the moment you walk through the door.
“Why do you care so much?” you groan.
“Because that means I get to help you,” he says with a glint in his eyes. “I get to be your first.”
Oh. Oh. Well, maybe you like that idea more than you’re willing to admit.
“Can I? Would you let me?”
“Hyune, how would you even–”
You let out a yelp when he rolls onto your back, rolling you on top of him.
“You could sit on my face,” he suggests. He must see your hesitation because he calms you down by rubbing your thighs. “Grind your pretty cunt all over my tongue.”
You squeeze your legs together from where you sit on top of him, ineffective due to Hyunjin’s broad frame below you.
“Are you sure?” you ask. “It’s just… what if I hurt you? What if you don’t like it, or you can’t breathe–”
“Shh, pretty,” he coos. “It only matters if you like it, but trust me I’ll like it too. I can tap your thigh if I need to breathe. You won’t hurt me, okay? You can go as crazy as you’d like.”
Reluctantly (and a bit nervously), you agree, rolling off of him to take off your pants. You’re already insanely aroused, embarrassingly so just from seeing the gorgeous man beneath you, rock hard in his pants. As you timidly straddle his face, you’re surprised when he pulls your core right onto his face.
“Hyunjin!” you cry, jerking up.
“Relax,” he smiles. “No need to be shy. Actually sit.” He lightly taps your ass and you lower yourself onto him, letting out a sigh when he swipes his tongue through your folds. He moans into your center, mumbling something akin to ‘tastes good’ and you relax. When his tongue circles your clit you think electricity has spread throughout your entire body and you lurch forward, his grip on your thighs unwavering.
“Shit, Hyune, that feels good,” you tell him, his tongue alternating between sucking and flicking your clit to shallowly fucking your hole. You can’t help but rock back and forth on his face, any inhibitions thrown out the window. He groans and sighs into your cunt, clearly enjoying himself as well. He works you up surprisingly fast and he sticks his tongue out wide, letting you ride it and pleasure yourself on it the way you want. His tongue is warm and wet and feels heavenly against your folds and you grind yourself to a finish, his grip on your hips helping to aid you to your release.
He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, releasing with a pop as he gently licks up your release. You roll off of him and catch your breath, staring at the ceiling in awe.
“Was it everything you’ve ever dreamed of?” he asks breathlessly, licking his lips of your arousal. “We’re going to need to do that again,” you laugh incredulously. “Your tongue… no wonder I couldn’t get myself off if that’s what I was missing.” He laughs and rolls on top of you, pressing a long kiss against your lips. He tastes of you and that somehow makes it even better.
Han:
You flush when he makes the suggestion. Mutual masturbation.
“I have a hard time… I’ve never been able to make myself finish before, though,” you remind him.
“Yeah yeah, I know,” he says. “But it’ll be hot. And maybe it can help you…”
“But what if you finish first?” you ask him. “Won’t that be… unsexy?”
“Unsexy? God no,” he laughs “If anything, I can help you finish after, if you want.”
“O…Okay,” you agree.
The kisses start off messy and you find yourself wanting to wrap your hands around his waist. “No… no touching,” he tells you. “Just kissing. No touching one another’s bodies. It will make it feel better. It will be sexier if we can just… watch.”
You agree with him. The wet, sloppy kisses come to an end with a string of saliva connecting you too. You watch intently as he palms himself through his sweats, grabbing his length with a groan.
“You make me so hard, baby,” he tells you. You feel entranced, lifting up your shirt and playing with your chest as he watches. You grope yourself, teasing your nipples while your gaze never leaves his, the way his eyes stare at you and each movement has you unknowingly biting your lip.
He pulls his sweats down and palms himself through his underwear before stroking his cock through the fabric, hissing at the friction. Feeling bold, you free yourself of your underwear and move so that he can get a better view. His eyes look so wide and full of lust as he finally frees his cock and starts touching himself properly.
He was right. It was erotic for sure. You couldn’t help how turned on you felt as you touched yourself, shallowly fucking yourself with one finger as he watches. He’s beautiful. This is a fact you have always known but right now, as he fists his cock and his hips jump up to meet his hand you can’t help but admire how beautiful, his brows furrowed and eyes struggling to remain watching you.
This is the first time you’ve properly seen one another without clothes on, and while you have had a few intense makeout sessions and heavy petting, you have yet to go this far. You can’t say you regret it when his whines are so perfect, his neediness as he throws his head back and touches himself with such a vice grip.
“You’re so hot,” you tell him and he moans.
You fuck yourself even harder on your fingers, trying to bring yourself close to the edge. He watches when you start squelching around your fingers, so wet that the sound is borderline obscene. You can tell he’s close even though you’re struggling, but you swear you have never been closer to orgasm than when you saw Jisung cum all over himself, shooting his release on his stomach with a cry of your name. Your fingers speed up and you’re still not sure if you’re close, but before you can say anything Jisung crosses the bed. He attaches his lips to your clit without a second thought, his fingers replacing your own. He’s a sight to behold, hair sticking to his forehead and sweat glistening down his toned chest. It takes a few minutes but he doesn’t give up (even though you likely would have by now), he licks and sucks you through your first orgasm.
“God I could cum again just from that sight,” he admits with a shy chuckle once he lifts his head up from between your legs.
Felix:
It was all because of a stupid card game. Okay, maybe some alcohol was involved too. It was one of those couple’s games and in your newly relationship-state, Felix suggested you play together. A little bit too much wine and a series of giggles and here you were.
“What is the most amount of orgasms you’ve had in one day?” Felix read the card, a blush spreading across his face.
“It doesn’t say that,” you laugh, reaching for the card. Sure enough… You let out a sigh. “Truthfully?” you ask.
“Well–only if you want to,” he backtracks. “You… you don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
“No, Lix, it’s fine, it’s just…” you run a hand through your hair, exasperated. “Zero. The answer is zero. I’ve never cum before.”
“But… you had a boyfriend before me, I thought?”
“Yeah,” you laugh. “That doesn’t mean he made me cum.” He looks at you thoughtfully, ultimately deciding to table the conversation. You were grateful. You’re both a little too tipsy and flustered to be having this conversation. You watch a movie and curl up against his chest, game long forgotten as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
***
It’s about a week later when Felix shows up at your door with a suspiciously large package in his hands. You were expecting him for date night but not aware of what he brought with him.
“What’s that?” you ask. You don’t miss the way his ears turn red.
“This is for later,” he tells you. “It’s a surprise.” You shrug it off and almost forget about it until after dinner. He brings you into your bedroom and hands you the package.
“I remembered our conversation from last week,” he admits. “How you said you’ve never… so I bought some things that I thought you could use.”
“Use? To help me cum?”
He coughs, clearing his throat. “Um, yeah. I just thought… and I don’t even need to be here when you use them, but I thought that you could use some… tools? I don’t know.”
“Do you want to see me use them, Lix?” you all but purr. He looks at you sheepishly.
“I wouldn’t say no,” he laughs. “Only if you’re comfortable.”
You open the package, then. A large dildo. A smaller one. A bullet vibrator. Some things you’ve never even seen before.
“Wow, Felix, this is…” you lift up one of the larger toys to inspect it. “Was this expensive?”
“Don’t worry about that,” he tells you. “It’s an investment.”
And that’s how you end up spread on your bed, Felix watching from a chair at the end of your bed.
“I can always take a video,” he suggests. You furrow your brow. “Y’know, that way if you have a hard time finishing, we can watch it back and review and see where it went wrong?”
“Felix I KNOW you did not just suggest having a VOD review of my masturbation session,” you laugh. “I’m not one of your games you know.”
He looks away shyly. You acquiesce. “If you want to record… use my phone though.” He looks way too excited as he grabs your phone and props up the camera as you start to play with yourself, fucking yourself with one of the vibrating dildos he bought. It felt really good, and it was just an added bonus that the sexiest man alive was watching you.
“You can go deeper,” he drawls. You can tell he’s accentuating his deep voice because he knows it turns you on. “Don’t be afraid to really press the end of it against your clit.”
The toys worked you up faster than you ever imagined and you squirmed beneath his gaze. Felix stands, bringing the camera even closer to your sopping entrance, really trying to get a good view of the camera. “You’re doing so good,” he tells you.
You can’t help it. You cum. The vibrations from the toy, the camera, Felix’s watchful eyes and words… it was all just too much. You writhe through your orgasm until you reach overstimulation, turning off the toy and throwing an arm over your eyes.
Felix is quick to jump into the bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses.
“That was… wow,” you tell him.
“Wanna watch the video?” he asks, voice laced with excitement.
Seungmin:
“Never,” he deadpans.
“Nope,” you repeat.
“Well, like, how do you do it?”
“What do you mean?” you can’t help the blush that spreads across your face.
“You’re probably doing it wrong,” he explains.
“I know you’re not mansplaining to me how to masturbate,” you roll your eyes.
“No,” he sighs, exasperated. “I’m just saying maybe I can help. It would be easier if you showed me.”
“Showed you?”
“Don’t be dense, love. Just take your pants off, if you want, and touch yourself in front of me. I can guide you, if you’d like.”
You were definitely blushing now.
“Can you kiss me first?” you ask. You don’t know why but you felt like breaking that barrier would make things a little easier. He smiles, pushing his hand through his hair before leaning forward, capturing your lips in his. His hand brushed through your hair, deepening the kiss. When you pulled apart you felt a rush of confidence, pulling your pants and panties down to reveal yourself to him. He watches you from the end of the couch with his arms crossed, lips shut tight.
You let him watch as you trail your hands down to your center, spreading your legs wider when you see him trying to get a better look. You circle your clit with one finger, dipping into your entrance to gather your arousal. You switch between fucking yourself with your finger and circling your clit, no sense of rhythm. Though Seungmin pins you with your gaze and causes your arousal to strengthen, you can’t build yourself up the way you want. You get frustrated. Seungmin takes notice.
“Lift your shirt up,” he commands. He watches as you hesitate but follow his direction, lifting up your shirt with his heavy gaze. “Use your thumb and pointer finger. Trace your nipples.” You do what he tells you, following his instruction to tease, circle, and pinch your nipples.
“Use one hand. Wet it with your tongue. Get a lot of spit–yeah, like that. Touch your clit.” He lets out a breath when you release a shaky moan. “Use one hand and circle your clit and use the other hand to touch your pretty nipples. Go back and forth between circling it and flicking it. Figure out what feels better.”
You squirm at the oversensitivity.
“Seung,” you moan. “Feels good but… can’t you just touch me? I want to feel you.”
He shakes his head. “No, baby. You need to do it yourself. I want you to know how to make yourself feel good.” You let out a frustrated sigh but continue to follow his direction.
“Use your other hand now and push it inside. You can start with one finger. Don’t stop the momentum you’ve got on your clit but slowly fuck yourself with one finger. Good. Try curling it.”
You can’t deny how good it feels–better than you’ve ever made yourself feel. You notice the bulge in his sweats and you whine. Teasing, you drag your foot up his thigh and try to press against his bulge to get a reaction from him. Before you can though he sighs and grabs your foot, harshly.
“Don’t try it,” he warns. He doesn’t release his grip from your ankle and you’re thankful for the touch. “Try adding another finger.” You do just as he tells you, curling them inside you as you continue to stimulate your clit.
“Seung, I’m… I think I’m close,” you say with a breath of surprise.
“Good,” he smiles. “Don’t let up on the pace. Try to stay as consistent as you can. You’re doing so good for me, baby. Does that feel good? You’re so pretty, you have such a pretty pussy–”
You cut him off with a loud yell as you cum all over your fingers. Your legs kick up, unable to control them but he grabs your thighs and holds you down, rubbing small circles into your skin.
When your breathing finally calms down he shoots you a grin. He opens his arms and you crawl right into them, laying your head against his chest.
“Wasn’t trying to ‘mansplain,’” he mutters against your head. “Just wanted to see if I could help.”
You laugh sleepily. “I know, Minnie. You did a good job. Thank you.”
Jeongin:
With the way he smiles at you you’re not sure if he heard you right–he looks too giddy, dimples protruding from his face in a way that makes you want to poke him.
“What–” you ask, taken aback. You were in the midst of a makeout session that had started to get a little too heated and you felt the need to confess your little problem. You were self-conscious about it and unsure how he would react but this is not what you expected.
“Can I help?” he asks.
“Help–”
“Touch you,” he clarifies. “Let me touch you?” He trails his hands up and down your cheek. Hot from his suggestion. But you’ve always loved his hands, long and veiny, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t imagine how they would feel.
“Okay,” you stutter. “But if you can’t make me finish–”
“Shhh,” he kisses you. “Let’s not worry about that now. Just let me touch you and make you feel good, and if I can get you to cum that would be amazing. If not, nobody will be offended, yeah?”
He sits up then and before you can ask what he’s doing he bends you over his lap. Your breath hitches and he runs a hand up and down your ass, grabbing and kneading the flesh. You’re glad he can’t see your face because you’re sure you’re flushed beyond belief. He touches you over your shorts and when you start to squirm he lands a warning tap to your ass that makes you yelp. He takes his time touching you through the fabric and circling your clothed clit before he lifts your hips up, pulling your shorts and panties off at the same time.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he teases, gathering your wetness with his fingers. “All this for me?”
“Mmm,” you respond unintelligently, wiggling your ass to get your point across. Still he teases, never quite touching you where you need him.
“Jeong-In… Innie, please, touch me,” you whine. He coos at the desperate tone of your voice before allowing his fingers to finally push into your entrance. You welcome the intrusion and you’re glad that he starts slow, fucking you deep and with purpose.
“Feels good,” you moan, burying your head deeper into the sheets.
“Yeah?” he asks. He fucks his fingers into at a speed that you couldn’t imagine possible, a large hand splayed onto your lower back to hold you in place. You can’t help the sounds that escape your mouth and you vaguely realize that Jeongin is talking, whispering filthy things in your ear.
“Fuck, baby… your pussy is so tight. So perfect,” he groans. “So warm and wet… this pussy is all mine, yeah?”
“Oh my GOD, fuck, Jeongin!” you cry out. His words add fuel to the fire, allowing the warmth to spread through you and speed up your impending climax. He doesn’t relent, staying at the same pace and hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you seeing stars with his long, deft fingers. He hits that same spot every time and suddenly you’re cumming, spasming around his fingers. You swear you can hear his grin but you couldn’t care, not with the intensity of your orgasm. When you’ve come down from your high he strokes your back, letting your breathing even out. He reaches a hand around to your face and shows you his wet fingers, groaning when you wrap your lips around them.
“I can make you cum in other ways,” he suggests. “Want me to show you?”
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Not sure how to word this honestly but I’ll try. I’ve been thinking for quite some time about this and although it’s difficult, I’m dropping out of university. I did genuinely enjoy my time but the school-work-life balance hasn’t been easy. On top of that, this month (and today, to be exact) is very bittersweet because it’s the anniversary of my grandmother’s passing. I have been so overwhelmed with emotion and stress and it’s taking a toll on my overall health. I’ll need time to of course pack my things, unenroll and return home so I likely won’t post any actual fics for quite a while. Sorry for dropping this bombshell like this lol, but I had to say something sooner or later.
Note: Day 1 of Kinkcember week yall
Tags: Tit-fixation, dom aeri, subby reader, small dumbification, pet names
WC: 628
It's been around a few months since you and Aeri had been having these movie nights which for the most part was for her job as a movie critic. The two of you cuddling up on her nonsensically large couch watching whatever movie played on the TV stuck on her wall.
You were just grateful to be in the presence of your oh-so great girlfriend and her serious gaze stuck on the screen, but sometimes you honestly would just prefer to have her tits in your mouth the entire time. “Babe, I'm getting tired, let's go to your bed.” You said lazily, your eyes stuck on the way her boobs filled out her tank top to a tea.
“Go to bed then…?” One of her eyebrows raised as if you were some moron. You almost rolled your eyes, couldn't she read the room? “I want to… you know..” Aeri was now thinking deeply about what you wanted. “You want…?” Urging you to finish your sentence.
You were already embarrassed about having to ask so you bury your head into her shoulder, getting on top of her. “You're not feeling well, sweetheart?” Aeri asks worriedly. Instead of answering her, you just drag your hands over her shirt stopping at where her breasts lay.
She wanted to burst out laughing but she knew that would only make you even more humiliated. “You wanna suck?” Aeri asks, teasing you, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. You nod your head weakly, still buried in the cranny of her neck. You can hear her laugh a little, her hand clearly concealing her mouth.
You feel Aeri ride her shirt up a bit, letting you feel the body heat permeate off of her. “Go on, do what you want. I need to finish the movie so you'll have to entertain yourself.” Aeri whispers in your ear, your face buried between her boobs. You nod as you take a nipple into your mouth.
Your tongue runs over her nipple, sucking and twirling over the nub gently. Aeri’s hand rubs your lower back as if trying her best to give you attention while watching the movie. You can tell it's affecting her though, your tongue continuously working on the same nipple.
Your other hand holding the other pair in your hand, almost giving you relief. “Tsk, honey, don't just suck on one.” You were so lost in sucking on her bust. “Sorry..” your words slurring, your head moves over an inch.
Your lips clamp around her other nipple, you could barely hear whatever sounds were coming out of the TV. All you could concentrate on was how right her breasts felt in your mouth at this moment. “You're being loud, quiet down.” Aeri says, her voice hinting with annoyance as her hand grabs her phone to take notes on the movie.
You nod your head, eyes blurry with tears. You felt like you were on cloud nine and you didn't want to come down. “You look so dumbed out, cutie.” Aeri scoffs at your teary eyes looking up at her. Your teeth lightly scraping over the nipple, a shudder running down her spine.
“Don't get an attitude, bad girl.” Aeri's hand lightly slaps your thigh. All you could do was moan around her boob, your sounds of satisfaction muffled. Her nails dragging over your exposed thigh. “You like that princess, you gonna be good?” You nod, your tongue still making circles around her areola.
Sooner more than later, you were practically falling asleep on Aeri’s chest as if you were a baby lulled to sleep. “You did such a good job for me, doll.” Just as your eyes begin to shut, her hand caressing your head is calming you as the movie credits roll in.
tags: face sitting, face riding, cunnilingus, begging(?), dom!lara
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MEN AND MINORS DNI
as you lay in bed, wrapped in the warmth of the covers, the soft glow of the afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains. you and lara are nestled together, sharing a lazy moment, some movie playing softly in the background and cuddling close together. you’ve been talking about everything and nothing, letting the hours slip away as you enjoy each other's company.
but just as you think the moment can’t get any sweeter, lara leans in suddenly. her lips brushing against yours with an unexpected aggressiveness. the kiss catches you off guard. it’s soft at first, a gentle connection that sends a shiver down your spine, but soon it’s rough, messy. your lips sliding against each other, her tongue making contact with yours as her large hand coming to grasp your jawline. you can feel the warmth of her breath on your lips as she pulls back, giggling at the flushed expression on your face.
“and here i thought we were having a cute, cuddly moment.” you spoke, entwining your hands as lara’s lips connected with your neck, sucking harshly then kissing the red spot tenderly.
she gave you a smirk before resting her hands on your hips, pulling you even closer. “well… i had something in mind.” she slid your thigh between her own, grinding subtlety. “fuck… baby can i ask you something?”
you blinked up at her, feeling yourself already getting wet. “uh y-yeah of course…” she grinded down again, your tits brushing against hers making you groan lowly.
“can i—oh fuck—can i sit on your face, honey?”
woah.
your eyes widened and you felt like your heart stopped. “i… i mean—“
lara paused to move her hands, cradling your face. “come on baby, can i? i’ve been wanting to see what your pretty face would look like in between my thighs for so long… don’t tell me no.”
you scoffed, a smirk crawling onto your face. “like id ever say no to that.” lara grinned, pushing the covers off of you. she moved fast, kicking her sleep shorts somewhere on the floor and slipping her underwear off. she climbed on top of you, giving you a chaste kiss before asking once more if you were okay with it.
we all know what the answer was.
she sat herself right above your face, peering down at you. she positioned herself so that her pussy was right above your mouth and you could already smell her arousal. you felt a thrill run through your body as you wrapped your hands around her hips and pulled her down, her whole weight on your face. she moaned as you started to slide your tongue up and down her folds. your hands were pulling her onto your mouth harder, leaving crescents on her thighs. her hand eventually made its way to your hair, tugging you closer to her. you moaned at her taste, sending vibrations through her body.
once your tongue entered her, she let a high whine out and ground her hips down, making you groan in unison. “fuck—baby just like that mm…” your tongue found her clit, sucking lightly before alternating licking. she was dripping into your mouth and writhing around, moans getting louder as you pulled away to ask, “ride my face?” her eyes were lidded, looking down at you. “please? just a little? it’ll make you feel even better and—and i want it too…”
she could never say no to her baby
lara sighed as she moved her lips, chasing the feeling of your tongue sliding around her folds and clit. she raked her fingers through your hair, grabbing a fistful and using your mouth, just like you asked. “mmf—fuck you love this pussy right? shit—“ you nodded as best as you could, your eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of her thighs clenching around your head. lara knew you were having a hard time breathing, but it only made her leak more slick into your mouth.
her moans were getting louder and louder, and it slightly scared you that her members could hear her. you detached one of your hands from her thigh and slid it to her clit, starting to put pressure on the bundle of nerves.
“o-oh baby keep—fuck! —doing that!” she was bucking her hips, you knew she was close. you were watching her with hooded eyes, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter at the image of her back arching, hands gripping her own body with her mouth slack and eyes closed. she looked beautiful.
she didn’t need to announce when she came. her body shook violently, one of her hands gripping your hair just a little too tight. one final squeeze of her thighs to your head slightly cut your oxygen off for a little longer than it should’ve, making you come in your shorts, a loud moan vibrating through lara’s pussy.
she giggled at you, reluctantly moving off of you with shaking thighs. “did you just come from eating me out baby? you enjoyed it that much?” you nodded weakly and she gave you a kiss, wiping your mouth after.
“i love you, baby.” she suddenly said, pulling the covers over you both once again and holding you close, kissing your forehead. “thank you so much.”
“i love you too.” you turn to face her. “i’d do anything for you.”
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