summary: you're mad your boyfriend doesn't come home straight after getting back from tour
word count: 2k
genre: smut
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI 18+, spanking, hair pulling, name calling (slut), lowkey dom!mingi, reader is a brat
A/N: This was written for the amazing @minkieater! This is for the secret admirer fic exchange that was organised by the lovely @everyonewooeverywhere.
To be fair, you were aware that your reaction was unwarranted but you honestly couldn't help it. You hadn't seen your boyfriend in 2 months while he was away on tour, save for the occasional face time, and now that he is back, instead of coming to your apartment immediately and finally fuck you again, he was in his studio. You wouldn't have been this mad if he was actually working on a project but was he? No. How would you know? Well, you just got the notification that he was doing a pop live.
You tuned in, hoping to get at least some kind of indication as to why he was in his studio and not in you. And there he was, handsome as ever. That fucker. You were already craving him more than you thought possible but seeing him in his hoodie, his hair shaggy from running his hand through it, his bare face, and hearing his raspy voice just increased your need for him tenfold. But it also increased your anger.
Because he wasn't talking to atiny about a song or a project, he was chilling. On his couch. Eating. Chatting with atiny like he doesn't have a maddeningly horny girlfriend at home.
Mingi better be ready because by the time you had put your shoes on and closed your door behind you, it was too late to talk yourself out of going there and giving him a piece of your mind. Granted, you were always a bit grumpy and very easy to rile up whenever he was away on tour but you blamed it entirely on the lack of sex with your incredibly hot, incredibly big boyfriend. A girl has needs. And those needs need to be met within the day or there will be a body and it will likely be Mingi.
The drive to his studio hadn't calmed you one bit. If anything, it had made you more pissed because now he had forced you out of your cozy apartment into the evening traffic. If one more person did not bother to use their indicator, you were going to commit vehicular manslaughter and you would use being mad at your boyfriend as cause for temporary insanity. By the time you had parked in front of the familiar KQ building, you had gone over what you were going to say to Mingi twice in your head. Because although you were impulsive and quite mad, stuttering in front of your boyfriend was not an option.
The security guard at the door greeted you like he always did, giving you a smile that did little to calm the storm in your head. But you smiled back anyway because the poor guy working the evening shift was not at fault. You opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator to maybe burn of some of your anger but even that didn't help much. But before you barged into his studio, you checked your phone again to see if he was still love because even if you were mad at your boyfriend, exposing your relationship to fans and messing with his career was not something you would ever do. Seeing that he had ended his live about three minutes before you had gotten here, you shoved your phone in your pocket before grabbing the door handle and barging in.
Mingi sat on his couch and jumped startled as you suddenly burst in but before he could even ask what was wrong you started your angry tirade.
"You little weasel. Two months, Mingi. Two. Months. For two months, all I got from you was late night face time calls, the occasional text and maybe a picture and now that you are finally home - well, you didn't even come home, you went straight here," you scoffed before continuing, "I mean, seriously Mingi, am I that low on your priority list? Obviously I am because why else would you be here, not even working on something but doing a silly little live after atiny had you for two months, instead of coming home to me."
Mingi's face went from shocked to dangerously impassive while you ranted. When you crossed your arms and huffed, he finally spoke, "Are you done?"
Irritation flared up again in your chest.
"No, I'm not done actually," you shot back and threw your jacket on his chair. "Are they prettier? Is that it?"
That had Mingi sitting up, his face still unmoving. "What exactly are you accusing me of?"
You swallowed for a second, knowing that he was mad by the sound of his voice. But your anger still burned in your chest, making you a bit reckless. "Don't play stupid. I see the videos of you on stage, I see the fans. It's not that far-fetched."
He stood up, slowly walking around the table and towards you. You had to tilt your head back to look up at him. Normally, his stony face and broad frame towering over you made you back down but today you were too mad and maybe just in the mood to be a brat so that he would finally give you what you had been craving for two months. So instead of reaching for his face to kiss him, you tilted your chin up and glared at him. "You're not denying it."
Mingi continued walking towards you, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit the wall. "Baby, shut the fuck up."
You let out a scoff and crossed your arms, "or what? It's not like you care."
His hand shot up and he gripped your face, tilting it up so he could look into your eyes.
"Don't push me, baby. I've been patient with you."
Your glare didn't falter at his threat, "yeah, so patient that you didn't even come home."
Mingi let out a dry laugh. "You wanna do this, huh? Fine."
He used his hold on your face to pull you from the wall and shove you towards the couch. You caught yourself with your hands as you fell face first onto the couch. You looked back over your shoulder at him as he locked the door and walked over to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back towards him, your back arching.
"You're a fucking brat today, you know that?"
Before you could reply that it was his fault, he maneuvered you onto your hands and knees on the couch, one hand still gripping your hair.
"I had a plan, you know? I was going to get flowers, draw us a nice bath and take care of you," he roughly pulled your pants down your ass, discovering the pretty red lingerie you had put on, "but you just couldn't wait, huh? You're just a horny slut, always craving more." He emphasized his words with a harsh slap to your ass, pulling a gasp from your lips. He yanked your head back by your hair, putting his lips next to your ear, his voice low as he whispered, "Sluts don't get foreplay but I bet it won't matter, right? You're probably soaked anyway."
You closed your eyes in anticipation while you heard the rustling of his sweatpants falling to the floor.
"You don't get to speak, you don't get to moan and you don't get to look at me. Are we clear?" he demanded, his fingers pulling your underwear to the side. When you didn't respond he gave your hair a rough tug. "I said, are we clear?"
"I thought I wasn't allowed to speak," you quipped back, your anger and horniness making you defiant.
A hard smack landed on your ass, the impact of his hand stinging in the familiar way that you had to miss for two months. "Yes, we're clear," you whined.
You felt his tip at your already dripping entrance and you had to suppress a sigh of relief. You heard him scoff behind you. "Already dripping like the slut I knew you were."
You didn't have to beg him to finally fuck you as he just pushed in, the stretch painful but delicious. But he didn't move yet when he was all the way in, he just leaned forwards, his chest touching your back as the hand that was not in your hair came forwards to grab your throat. He didn't apply any pressure, his huge hand nearly all the way around your throat and his lips at your ear, "So fucking tight. Just like always. Is this what you needed? My big cock stretching your tiny fucking cunt?"
You nodded, biting your lip to keep from moaning. He straightened back up, his hand falling from your throat to grip a handful of your ass.
"Then fuck yourself on my dick."
You almost whined, wanting to tell him to just fuck you. He knew you couldn't do it as well as he did and he was punishing you. With a huff, you straightened your arms on the couch cushion and started to rock back and forth. The friction and the size of him had you almost breathless and you wanted nothing more than to moan his name so loud that the whole building would hear you.
"Is that all you got? Two months of waiting, you would think you would work harder for it," he gave your ass another smack. You swallowed your moan and moved faster, the skin of your ass slapping against his pelvis. "That's my good little slut."
Your thighs burned from the movement but you didn't dare slow down, wanting to please him and relish in the feeling of him finally inside you. You wanted to turn your head, to see the expression on his face but his grip on your hair didn't let you. As you heard him groan behind you, you couldn't help but clench around him. Suddenly, he used his grip on your hair to push your face into the couch cushion, his hips snapping forward.
"Fuck, I missed this cunt," he grunted, "you honestly think I could ever fuck someone else when I already have the best slut? Fuck no." His hips kept moving, pushing you down into the couch more and more with every thrust. You couldn't hold back your moans anymore but your mouth was pressed into the couch, muffling any noise you made. You were close and you knew he could tell by your walls clenching around him and your fingers gripping the cushion, your nails leaving indents in it.
"Are you sorry?" he grit out, his thrusts not slowing down. You whined, just wanting him to make you cum.
"You're not going to cum until you apologize." His fingers went to your clit anyway, making it hard for you to obey him. "Fucking apologize," he groaned, his fingers pinching your clit.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mingi, I'm sorry," you cried, trying so hard to hold back your impending orgasm.
"That's my good girl," he rasped out, rolling your clit between his fingers. Your jaw went slack as your orgasm flooded through you, your legs shaking and the warmth spreading from your lower stomach to your legs and your chest. His thrusts became faster as he chased his own release, his face falling to your shoulder as he finally spilled himself inside you. You both collapsed on the couch, his arms encircling you as he kissed your neck. After a few seconds of both of you catching your breath, he pulled out of you, reaching for tissues on the table to clean you up. He pulled your pants fully off your legs and settled down behind you, tugging you to lay down properly. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up, "I missed you too, brat."
You let out a tired chuckle and shuffled closer to him, glad to finally be in his arms again. "I'm still mad."
He only hummed at your half-hearted attempt at staying mad, "Sure, baby."
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you kind of wished he had never found out about it. not really, but now it certainly seems he likes to use it as leverage against you.
your boyfriend was gentle in all the ways that count. soft touches that made you feel like precious art. sweet words of encouragement that made you feel seen. but sometimes you feel like he might be too gentle with you.
the only times he ever let that soft-handed mask down were when he was fucking you.
and the first time he ever found out about your little infatuation, he seemed to have grown a little more comfortable with roughing it up a little.
âoh god⌠oh baby. fuck, you feel so good.â on your stomach, face pressed into the sheets, sanâs face nudged in the tight space where your neck meets your shoulder. his arms caged either side of your head, resting his forearms next to your ears.
his chest was glued to your back, your spine digging into his stomach. bare and hot and wet, your bodies pressed against each other without an inch of space to speak for. your entire body shivered when he forced himself deeper into you, his curved, thick cock splitting your cunt open.
this position had him so deep, so invasive, so full. his hips rolled against the flesh of your ass, sanâs voice dipping low in needy moans when you squeezed around him while he pulled his hips back, listening to the slick sound your pussy made, trying to keep him inside.
âpussyâs so warm today, baby.â he lets his mouth fall open against the shell of your ear, panting and groaning to make your brain melt. âmaking me feel so fucking crazy, you make me feel crazy, pretty.â
you forced your head out of the pillow when you felt his thrusts slow to a deep grind, pulling a ragged whine from your mouth. you pried your eyes open to watch as his arms moved around your head.
âturn, look at us.â he kisses below your ear, and drags his tongue up the side of your cheek. his right arm reaches and grabs his phone from the corner of the bed, holding it tight in his hand and scrolling and pressing buttons.
you forget he keeps a tall mirror against his bedroom wall, right next to the end of his bed. you can see the top halves of your melded bodies. his big, broad shoulders shadow your littler form under him. his soft, flushed face meeting your eyes in the reflection, his big, meaty arms flexing and twitching around your head every time he moved.
you watch to try and see what he was doing, and he punishes your nosiness with a sharp, deep thrust that makes your calf lock up.
âmind your business, babydoll.â he grumbles, then you feel it. his left arm curls around the front of your throat, tight. the muscles twitch and contract over your neck, just enough to limit your breathing. snug, warm and secure around the front of your throat.
he feels you tighten around his cock, and it makes his skin prickle. âooh, fuckâŚâ he groans and you feel his voice vibrate against your back. you forced your eyes up and you can see his phone recording your reflection in the mirror. catching the fucked out look on your face, his thick arm wrapped around your throat in an owning headlock.
his mouth spreads into a sly grin when your eyes roll when he pulls back his hips and then sinks his cock back into you so slowly, so smoothly, your legs jerk under him to try and escape the feeling.
âmy soft little slutâŚâ san leans down to whisper in your ear, the flash of his camera moving with each thrust. he licks the tears that pool at the corner of your eyes before he drags his head back up to watch you both in the mirror.
âlook at you go, baby.â he praises around a heated smile. âdrooling all over my arm like some kind of puppy. does that feel good? hm?â
you whimper out an incoherent agreement, and he giggles softly, littering the nape of your neck with soft kisses. he adjusts his hips to drag against that deeper, sweeter spot, that makes you still and lightly sink your teeth into his arm.
he keeps that meaner pace, deep heavy strokes in your guts that you can do nothing but lie under his body and take. his arm around your neck made clouds swim around in your brain. he tightens the hold, and you squeal loudly, barely catching the way he zooms in with his phone to better catch the pretty look on your face.
your cheeks squished by his muscles, your eyes desperate and heavy-lidded. he thought you looked so cute, and who wouldâve thought that all he had to do to get you this needy was to put you in a headlock.
san fucks you greedily, the curve of him perfectly hitting that spot that turned your mind off. his voice egged you on, his low moans, and his pretty heavy breaths. groaning âmhmsâ of approval with every thrust into you as if he was grading the feel of your cunt around him. with every stroke, you only seemed to get even wetter, and the proof was the sticky web of your slick that clung to his base.
âmm, i love fucking my baby, slow⌠and stupid.â he attaches his lips to the pulse point on your neck, sucking and running his tongue over the sensitive spot of skin. âjus wanna fuck you so deep it hurts.â
heâs in your ear, talking to you and only you. all the while his phone catches every moment, every thrust and every moan.
his lower stomach repeatedly brushes against your back, his cock stirring up your insides at the most, torturous and delicate pace. the slow smack of flesh, the sticky hollow sound of your cunt swallowing all of him.
you feel his knees brace against either side of your hips again, adjusting his posture a little. his arm around your throat tightens to your near limit, his head nudges against your neck, his lips whispering against your cheek.
this way he uses your neck as leverage to anchor is body to allow him to fuck his cock into you a little faster, a little rougher.
âyeah, baby, yeah. take all of me. all of me.â sanâs voice drops into a breathy purr, pressing his lips directly against your ear, the soft skin tickling you. âgivin this pussy a workout hm?â
you groan and kick your feet, and he laughs at you as hand from the arm heâs got your neck trapped in buries itself in your tangled hair and yanks your head to the side so youâre fully facing the mirror, your ear resting below his jaw.
âyou like to be lazy. you like to lie hereâ fuck⌠lie here and take dick, helpless and limp. let sannie do all the work huh, princess? let this pussy do all the work for you?â
he turns his head and your eyes catch in the mirror. his eyes are lidded, competent and heated. yours are foggy, tear-glazed, spent. he smiles at your expression and growls under his breath when you clench around his dick again.
his fingers scrape against your scalp with every heavy stroke of his hips, his pretty grunts and moans making your belly twist into swirls.
your hands grasp at the sheets, your cries coming out choked and breathy then more san fucked you, and he seemingly forgot that you needed to breathe until you tapped on his bicep to tell him to let up.
he does immediately, loosening the hold on your throat. you gasp and choke, but he doesnât stop moving his hips, fucking you slow and deep while you regain your breath.
âaww, âm sorry babydoll.â he kisses your temple and you could feel him giggle against your skin. his voice lowers to that brain ticking whisper and you feel your air stolen from you again.
âbet you wouldâve looked so pretty passed out on my cock.â he finally sets down his phone and takes his now free hand and trails it down your body, running along the side of your waist, his hips never stopping that deep, languid push and pull.
âlooking all soft and sleepy.â his hand snakes between your body and the bed and finds your clit with his coarse fingertips. you gasp and squirm under him, your body shaking as a plea for mercy. san only laughs, circling upwards against the sensitive nerves while he splits your pussy open, over and over and over again.
âthink i could still make you cum in your sleep princess?â he whispers against your throat and you feel as his arm tightens its hold around your throat once again. you feel the bed start to shake and your cunt start to burn with pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, filling you long and deep at just the right angle.
âmmhm, soak my cock baby.â he growls under a moan, letting his tongue fall from his mouth and tasting the flushed skin on your throat. âmake it smell like you.â
he bites his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrow, his cock pounding into you so full he just might had been close to fucking your cervix.
his fingers on your clit continue to move at that dragging, spherical pattern that helps that pressure build slowly. stroke my stroke, praise by praise. you melt under his body while he uses you as he sees fit. your pussy sucks him in everytime he draws back, your pretty little moans make sanâs head spin.
âgonna fuck myself to that video everynight while im on tour.â he promises against your skin, your orgasm dangerously close to sweeping you onto the floor. he rolls his hips with every thrust, forcing his fat tip to press against your gspot.
âeee..every n-night..?â you whimper deliriously, his cock effectively having cut off all cognitive function, a stupid smile spread across your face.
he laughs and kisses your shoulder as he rolls his hips a little harder. âmhm, every night baby. i'll send you some videos so this pussy-â he thrusts hard this time, as if acknowledging her himself. â-doesn't miss me too much. want you to remember how good i make you feel while i'm gone.â
you shake violently when his tip nudges that spot just right, and right at that moment you cum on the spot. your limbs jerk and twitch and once sanâs felt you cumming he eases his hips into a faster rut, pounding your pussy through your orgasm, fucking you through it.
âthere we go, there we go. let it take you baby, keep cumming, keep cumming for me.â he pinches your clit and teases it with gentle brushes while he mounts you on his mattress.
his arm is covered in your drool, the red indentations of your bite marks inflamed on his skin. san looks back at you in the mirror, and youâre too out of it to notice as he pulls out his phone again and starts to record the reflection.
your eyes are shut and your brows are furrowed in bliss, lips parted in pathetic whines, your cheek resting against his bicep. he keeps his eyes on the mirror as your face twists in overstimulation when he starts to grind his cock deep into you.
his muscles flex, and he can feel the strain in his wrist from continually holding the camera up to capture you two. your shoulder twitches every time he bottoms out into your pussy, and your eyelids flutter every time he presses his palm against your lower stomach. he catches every change in expression, every twitch of your body, every lilt in your moans.
he always misses you so bad when hes away, so he always makes sure he fucks you so unbelievably well that you could probably do without him for at least a few days.
until youâre sore, or your stomach burns, or you physically canât cum anymore. and heâll be so methodic, so thorough, so gentle. anything to get you satiated for the first few days in his absence.
he's gotta work you out of his system somehow anyway, or else he'll be a horny, delirious wreck on tour.
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The bar has been refurbished since the last time you came here.
The overall layout is still generally the same; during your search for your friends, youâve looked in the ladiesâ room - still to the left of the bar, cramped, only two stalls, line way too long, though it isnât the hospital powder pink it once was - and in the smoking area, thus far. The latter looks pretty much the same, although you admit they canât really change that much; beneath your denim jacket, youâre still only wearing a minidress and boots and itâs fucking cold.Â
Escaping back inside seems the best idea. Realistically, if theyâre not there or in the restroom or here, in the main room with the bar, you may as well just get over it. Thereâs no signal in this place for you to text them either - there never has been - and you donât want to leave this early. You can still have a good night. You undoubtedly know some of the people here anyway - hell, maybe youâll find a man.Â
Itâs the overall vibe thatâs changed more than anything else; you think they must be going for some sort of seventies concept now, while before it was largely unthemed. It seems to bring more customers like this - the place is packed full on a tacky illuminated dancefloor, no one dressed the part, though beneath the flashing lights and disco ball you can't really tell. Itâs flashy, somewhat exciting; itâs why you decided to wear your vintage denim jacket, even if no one else was going to play along.
The drink youâve been nursing is still over half full, so you bypass the bar and go straight to the dancefloor. The music doesnât match the vibe either, but youâre not bothered, swaying in your spot to the random dance song they have playing and taking a generous gulp of the liquid to ease yourself in.
Okay, it definitely feels like a better time now. Perhaps the rebrand has had some effect. You move your hips, jacket falling down your bare shoulders before catching on the strap of your bag.Â
Lost in your own world, you almost miss it as you turn around to look amongst the crowd; but no, clear as day, tall and attractive enough to make your heart stop - two men, one in baggy clothes and an obnoxious fur coat and one in tighter, flared jeans, long sleeve tight across a toned, broad chest, sipping on their drinks, staring at you like a pint of water in the middle of a desert.Â
You see them after they see you. Youâre not sure how long theyâve been looking at you, these two men, but god theyâre fixated and it makes you stop too. They canât look away, both of their gazes trailing down your body as you move and sway with your drink in your hand, and your breath catches in your throat - not that youâre complaining, though. Theyâre handsome, though you assume they came together and will be leaving together too, judging by the way theyâre glued to each otherâs sides.Â
The taller one seems to have more of a grip on the situation than the other man, but theyâre both intimidating, domineering. He whispers something in the other manâs ear, long fingers brushing at his neck. Their eyes still don't leave you though, and the shorterâs plump lips break into a grin, leering, too satisfied for someone who hasnât even spoken to you - let alone touched you. He mustâve said something he likes.Â
You canât help yourself. You smile back, and he flicks a few dark blue strands out of his forehead, taking a sip of the liquid heâs got in his glass before he slams it down on the table decisively. He says something else to the other man, something you canât even try to lip read because he turns his back to you. He gives him a cheeky smile, almost like heâs doing something wrong, and begins to push through the crowd on the dancefloor. You stand dead still.
You wonder about the situation between them. Clearly, theyâre more than friends, and it seems like the taller is the one in control, but - whatâs this? The shorter man is approaching you, his too-large brown fur coat seeming ridiculous in the heat of the bar, but you see as he gets closer that heâs got nothing but a waistcoat and baggy trousers underneath. He shoots a few amused looks back at the other man, who looks less than pleased at his misbehaving, but it doesnât sway him - once heâs at you, he pulls you into him so your back is pressed against his front and whispers in your ear just loud enough for you to hear him.
âWanna dance?â
Do you? Fuck yeah, you do - and with his partner too, if heâs up for grabs. For now though, you suppose one will have to do, because as you smile flirtatiously in response and the DJ changes the music to something else - something sultry, heavy, with a solid beat - the man starts to grind his hips so sensually you forget everything else. Heâs good at this, angling you with a firm palm on the plush of your tummy, fingers wrapping in the fabric of your minidress so that your hips grind back against him.Â
The fur of his coat is expensive, you can tell just by feeling it when your hands go back to grip on his arms, and his teeth bite into his bottom lip when you grab at him.He lets you balance yourself with your hold, his own hand moving up to your chest, both of you moving in a sinuous movement that has you realising how good heâd be in bed if he dances like this.Â
Just before you forget, ring-clad knuckles come to the bottom of your chin and angle your head towards where you were previously looking. Heâs still there, the other man, and this time he looks positively engrossed, arms folding over his chest - his eyes donât leave the two of you, a smirk playing at his lips like he canât quite believe it. Itâs as if youâre performing for him, the two of you, nowhere near in control of the situation; you wonder what it is, this situation, and if itâll end in you getting fucked by both of them.
The man next to you chuckles before fully humping into the curve of your ass, unashamed; the line of his cock presses against you, half hard, fat and steadily growing like youâre doing a lot more than just grinding on each other in a packed bar. You gasp, muffled by the music but he seems to have heard it despite the noise - he nudges his nose into your neck, impatient.
âWe came together, me and him,â he says, tone casual though he has to shout a little to be heard. The words say everything despite being so few, but you donât falter, hoping that youâre moving against him in a way thatâs still inconspicuous enough to be passed off as a dance. âThat okay?â
You shrug as casually as you can, skin starting to feel a little heated. This is the jackpot, you think. âI donât mind taking two.â
âI bet you fuckinâ donât.â He huffs out a laugh. âDonât mind putting on a show either, do you? Iâm Mingi, by the way.â
âMm, hi Mingi,â you giggle, and Mingi shakes his head, disbelieving, a smile pulling at his lips. You canât believe it either, quite frankly, how well the nightâs turned out, and your head lolls back against his broad shoulder as you move, fur coat soft under your head, a grounding presence. The other man is still looking, and you find yourself drawn to his eyes, holding eye contact with him as you manage your next question, âwhatâs your boyfriendâs name?â
A hum, and then plump lips press a gentle kiss to your jaw. A shiver wracks through you, straight down your spine, and he does it again a few times just to watch the effect it has on you. âYunho,â he breathes, âhis name is Yunho. Shake this ass on me, let him see it.â
âHe likes to watch, huh?â You say, as if you have any problem with it whatsoever. The song changes, a dance track with an even dirtier beat now and you do as he says - youâre shaking your hips to the rhythm before you can feel embarrassed about it, everyone around you too occupied with their own dancing or flirting.Â
âThatâs a good fuckinâ girl,â he hums, hand moving from your front to your hips, fingers ghosting over the curve of your asscheeks where your hips get plusher and move into your thighs. Hands dig into flesh, and he groans, rutting against you once, twice, enough to have you squirming, starting to worry someone might notice. âFuck, look at that. Shit, should we just take you back now? I wanna tear this ass apart.â
You canât help it - you laugh again, hand coming to Mingiâs jaw to pull him forwards, his cheek pressed against yours. Yunho rolls his neck, tongue poking over his bottom lip before heâs placing his drink down and you think heâs made the decision for all three of you.Â
 âAnd him?â You murmur.
Mingiâs nose brushes against your cheek. âHeâll tear you apart too. Might even be nastier than me.â
âI find that hard to believe.â His hips hit you just right, slow, to the beat, and you breathe heavily when he spins you around to face him like heâs going to kiss you. Heâs pretty up close, sharp nose and dark blue hair and plump lips that form a predatory smile. âFuck, Mingi, take me home.â
âEager girl.â His head drops down, kissing you chastely square on the lips once, then twice. His lips are buttery soft and you chase them when he pulls away. He doesnât care that youâre in public, so neither do you - you press yourself against him harder, arms wrapping around his shoulders. âWe need to talk to Yunho.â
âNo need.â Another voice, and another set of big, big hands that wrap around your waist and pull you back into him. Youâre trapped between them now, because despite being unfamiliar with them you know whoâs just gripped you and gotten involved. âSheâs right, we should take her home. Youâre an aching little thing, hm?â
Fingers dip up under the hem of your minidress where it hangs around your thighs, nails scratching against your skin, teasing. Youâre not sure who it is this time, but the touch is so close to your panties that you whimper, the sound so broken that Yunhoâs head dips into the other crook of your neck with a deep sigh, mirroring where Mingi continues to bite at you the other side. âP-please, I canât take this anymore, I want you both, can we-â
âFine,â Yunho breathes, exasperated, and a firm, guiding grip comes to rest on the back of your neck. âLetâs get you home, tiny.â
âOn your knees.â A firm hand pushes on your shoulder, forcing you down before you can decide to obey; you drop to your knees in your pretty dress, your legs bare, their carpet scratching against your skin. Like this, theyâre looming over you in a different way than before, and all you can see is long, long legs in baggy jeans and firm torsos heaving - theyâre waiting, perceiving you, seeing if youâll do anything else. Yunhoâs the first to speak again, grin wide when he turns to his partner, âthatâs it. Sheâs pretty like this, isnât she? Quiet, so needy sheâll do anything, waiting for us to just say.â
âSheâs beautiful,â Mingi says, fingers pulling your hair backwards to force you to look up at them properly. âSlutty, too.â
You whimper, squirming in his grip, though not enough to be told off for it. You wonder if theyâre hard already, fat lengths trapped in the confines of their pants, but you donât have long to think about it - Yunhoâs long fingers start working at his belt, and before long the leather is pulled out from the prongs and his button is being pushed open.Â
It exposes his black boxers, and you realise youâre not even looking at him anymore. Fixated on his crotch, you wait, mouth open and spit pooling at your bottom lip like a drooling dog. They both sound amused, but they donât make you wait, Yunho pushing down his boxers and revealing his tan shaft.Â
Thick, long and veiny, it springs against his stomach. It curves upwards, tip a darker shade and swollen, but not leaking just yet. The moan leaves your throat before you can help it. If Yunhoâs is like this, you canât imagine the other man - but fingers tighten in your hair and redirect you back before you can even turn to try and get a lot.Â
âMm, no,â Yunho murmurs, and you look back up at him. He looks pleased by how enthralled you are, a smile pulling at his lips, and his hand comes down to slap his shaft against your cheek once, twice. You shiver. âYou can show her yours too, Mingi, really get the slut going. She wants two at once, after all, donât you?â
âI do, I want both.â You nod dumbly, pathetically; Mingiâs resulting groan is delighted, low in his throat. His tongue licks at his teeth as he works at his own belt, and his baggy jeans drop with a rustling noise at his ankles, unashamed. Yunho has tucked his boxers underneath his balls but Mingiâs less reserved, shunning his boxers as quick as he can as Yunho starts slowly stroking half of his shaft inches away from your face.
Fuck.
Mingiâs big too, a little shorter but thicker again and his tip is leaking like a fucking faucet. If heâd left his boxers on a little longer youâd have seen the drops beading upon the fabric but heâs too impatient for that, already stroking his cock quicker than Yunho, moving hip to hip with the other man.Â
âYou want both?â He smacks his cock against your other cheek, laughing delightedly when you moan, nodding eagerly. âOpen your mouth then, thereâs a good whore.â
You blink, in a daze. âI- I canât fit both-â
âObviously,â Yunho scoffs. âUse your hand for the other. Are you stupid?â
Oh. Something must show on your face, a wordless reaction to his words because Yunhoâs grin turns predatory then, and when he grips your hair now itâs harsher, firmer than his boyfriend had done. You scramble to say something to quell this harshness, stammering, âN-not stupid, Iâve just neverâŚâ
Yunho bursts out laughing. Your gut clenches and your pussy burns in your panties, so slick and needy that you try to rut down the floor, to no avail. âNever had two cocks at once? We all know thatâs a fucking lie, baby. I think you need to stop talking.â
Heâs forcing you down on his cock before you can retort.
You still try to splutter something out despite your lips being wrapped taut, barely fitting just half his length into your mouth though he tries to fuck past the resistance of your throat anyway. Your words die in your throat, replaced by a strangled whine; Mingi grabs your hand himself, impatient and wraps your fingers around his cock - putting you to use.
Heâs wet from his precum already, soaked and sticky and veiny and it makes a slick noise when you start to move your fingers. Itâs hard to concentrate on both but thankfully you donât have to do much thinking; Yunho fucks himself into your mouth for you, skin salty with his own precum. Unable to do anything more than just be a ragdoll for them, you allow yourself to slump a little, mouth wrapped tight around one and hand around the other, hips just barely squirming where youâre sat. A noise leaves your throat when Yunho fucks into the resistance a few times, a deep groan leaving his own mouth.
âTight fucking throat, hm? How tight is that cunt gonna be?â
Mingi groans, and his fingertips press at your cheeks, feeling the thickness of Yunhoâs cock through your skin. He manages to move you over to him, and his shaft burns when it stretches your lips apart, thicker, wetter - you start to drool with tears biting at your eyes and he chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you.
âYou like it mean, huh?â He doesnât expect a response, voice gravelly as he starts to fuck your mouth. Heâs sloppier than Yunho, a little more careless, and the strangled noise you make is embarrassing when he forces his cock all the way down. It hurts your throat but he presses your nose into the tuft of his pubes like he doesnât really care, grinding his hips against your jaw, fingers pressing at your throat where he now bulges it instead.
When you manage to look up through a glassy gaze, you see them both together. Mingi captures Yunhoâs lips with his own, one hand leaving you to cup the other manâs jaw, their tongues intertwining messily between spit-slick lips. They both groan, deep and from their chests like theyâve been waiting for this all night - your whine is louder though, nails scratching at their thighs because youâve wanted to see it since you saw them together on the dancefloor. It forces saliva to bubble down your occupied lips, dripping over your chin and down to your throat, over Mingiâs rings.
If theyâre amused by your reaction, they donât separate for long enough to show it. Yunho tugs you to him again without even glancing your way, long fingers in your hair, and this time youâre able to get a momentum. Your mouth sinks down on him before he has time to force you there, your other hand coming to grasp Mingiâs slippery length, the saliva giving more than enough lubricant when you start to pump.Â
Like this - not being yanked around - youâre able to focus, and you canât help the noises that spill from your chest; your pussy is wet, drooling and dumb already, and they continue to make out above your head like itâs nothing that should affect you. Your gut burns, wrenching with need and want and something embarrassing because all youâve done is suck their cocks and youâre this desperate, but it doesnât stop you trying to get their attention.
Tongue digging into the underside of Yunhoâs tip, you pool spit into your mouth and it bubbles over your lips messily, letting you sink back down on him with a wetter, tighter suction. Heâs still too big to take too much comfortably but you force your mouth down, jaw be damned, hand occupied with another cock that you think youâre doing a decent rhythm with, and on the upwards stroke you press your tongue into his piss slit and suck hard.
It works. You hear the sharp inhale of breath, and he pulls away sharply from Mingi, lips parting in a louder noise just as the blue haired man moves to messily press open-mouthed kisses against his neck. He doesnât stop him, one hand going to his head to hold him there.
âDirty girl, knew you had it in you,â he murmurs, before his jaw goes slack in a groan, head rolling back where Mingi kisses him. Your hand has paused on the other man but if heâs annoyed, he doesnât show it, shaft bobbing uselessly as he bites at the curvature of Yunhoâs neck with his eyes on you, where youâre kneeling below them. âBet sheâs all gooey down there from sucking cock, too. Little hole clenching around nothing, slicking up her thighs, clit all swollen and hard.â
Mingi grunts, a primal noise. âCanât wait to look. Taste it, too. I know itâs fuckinâ pretty, all soaked and tight and- ah, fuck this, I gotta-â
Two hands underneath your armpits, and youâre thrown chest first onto the comfortable bed by a very strong grip. You have enough space left in your brain for the moment to present yourself, pushing up onto your knees and letting your front lay flat to curve your spine - Mingi groans in appreciation, wasting no time before heâs pulling your dress up to your waist and your panties down to your knees.Â
The cold air hits your cunt and you moan, trying to turn your head to the side to have a look at what heâs about to do to you before someone - youâre unsure who - pins it right back down, flat, suffocating.Â
âLet me have a look,â Mingi coos, and two thumbs come to pull your sticky folds apart. Youâre soaked, you can feel it - itâs smeared up to your asshole from how youâve pooled in your panties, and though you hope he hasnât noticed it, hasnât gotten any ideas, a deeper part of you hopes he ignores your pussy and eats that hole instead. âSheâs so fuckinâ messy. Fat little cunt too. When did you start leaking like a virgin, baby? When you were on your knees in front of our cocks, us stood above you like we fuckinâ own you?â
You canât reply - again, you donât think he wants you to. Is he even talking to you, or is he talking to her?
It was Yunho that pushed you down, you realise, because itâs the same second pair of hands that slide the straps of your dress down over your shoulders. Nudging the fabric down so that it all bunches at your waist, he scratches his fingernails over your spine on the way down, leaving you bare but feeling quite like something animalistic.Â
âMm, actuallyâŚâ A nose nudges at your core and then a tongue, fat and steady, is sliding through your folds and humming when he tastes your arousal, smacking his lips messily like heâs eating a good meal. âYouâve been wet even longer, havenât you? Since we danced in the bar. Oh, thatâs something. How pent up are you, sweetheart?â
You whine. Thereâs no way he could know that, not really, and you know heâs just teasing you but heâs right - you were.
He continues, wet tongue moving to lick circles over your clit as he slurs. âCanât blame you, âm desperate for this too.â
âStop talking and eat.â Yunho sounds amused. âPoor thing looks like sheâs gonna die if she doesnât get something.â
At least it makes Mingi move, his lips smacking wet over your pussy before his tongue slides through the plush of your folds. The bridge of his nose is sharp when it bumps into your perineum, his tongue tracing your hole before it pushes inside and he savours your arousal from the inside with a deep, gravelly moan, something that ricochets through you and makes you finally beg.
âYuyu,â You sound broken, too needy to think, and you feel it too - your head spins and you know you havenât done well verbalising it but Yunho somehow knows what you need, sliding two long fingers past your lips for you to suck on. It doesnât help, Mingiâs plush lips kissing down to your clit and making a home there, tongue darting underneath the hood to rub over you so intimately that you would never be able to stop the way you buck. Your hips fuck back onto his face but his strong forearm hooks around your tummy to keep you steady, your eyebrows furrowing in a subdued keen.
Yunho smiles, fucking his fingers into your mouth, watching the way you suck earnestly like itâs a cock - can you even tell the difference right now? Itâs like you can see the wonder on his face before he speaks, cock half hard against his thigh, âDo you need something inside, honey?â
Your resulting noise is loud, deep from your chest - youâd forgotten that was an option with the way his boyfriendâs lips are working over you, but before you can beg properly the man grunts, lips leaving you for a moment.
âIâm gettinâ her ready for you, babe. She can wait.â
âMm.â Yunho raises an eyebrow, confused, although his fingers leave your lips and brush over the base of his tummy almost instantly. âYou donât wanna go first? You were desperate a second ago-â
âAre you kidding me?â Mingi grins, all teeth that nip into your thigh as an afterthought, making you squeak. He ignores you, continuing like you canât hear him, âa pussy like this is even better when itâs been nutted in already. I love me some sloppy seconds.â
Before you can raise any kind of objection to being talked about like that, right over you while heâs between your legs, Mingiâs tongue dives back between your folds. He licks up your arousal and drools onto your heat, pushing further up, where his hands spread your cheeks and expose the smaller hole, the one that makes your face flush and gut wrench in embarrassment.Â
âBet youâd let us fuck this too,â he grumbles, and you nod, squirming in your place, as much as you can with the way his boyfriendâs pushing you down. âHow fucking filthy. You just met us and youâd already let us fuck your asshole open. God, youâre amazing, might be fuckinâ made for us.â
Something bubbles in your gut, something so needy that you canât help the garbled wail you let out. Itâs incoherent at first, but Yunho lets your head move just enough to verbalise what you need to, âWant you both, anything, please, please, give me cock-â
âGive me cock,â Yunho giggles, shaking his head in disbelief. âWhat a bimbo. Fine, Iâll give you cock, honey. Mingi, lemme move her.â
Mingi obeys instantly, pulling away from your slick cunt and thighs, letting you be manhandled again by the taller man onto your side. You know this one, deep in your lust-muddled brain, and you let one leg slide forward to display your core as he slides behind you, chest to your back. Heâs fully naked now - youâre not sure when this happened - and the palm he smooths your hair down with grounds you a little, other hand moving secure on your tummy.
âYâwant it?â He murmurs, and you see Mingi moving next to you, naked, muscled, distracting - your mouth waters. His eyes move down your body, over your flushed cheeks, teary eyes and down to your nipples, the curve of your tummy and the swell of your thighs; his hand moves to his cock, and you see his gaze move down Yunho, too, before he finally grips the base and starts to move up the vast length. Yunhoâs fingers tighten in your hair a little, bringing your attention back to him. âDonât get distracted, tiny. Talk to me. Do you want it?â
He moves his cock to the mess between your legs, pushing through arousal to get to your folds and at the resistance of your hole. The weight of it makes you gasp wetly, but he doesnât let you squirm away when you try, only pulling you back into it.Â
âS-So big, Yunho, I want it, please.â
âThere you go, good little slut,â He coos, satisfied, and pushes just the first inch in. Your hole clenches tight from the stretch, almost pushing him back out and he groans, using his grip on your thigh to pull you back onto it. âLet me in, baby.â
âC-Canât help it, ah-â
Something shifts in him then, and the next thrust of his cock is stronger, meaner, something that makes your walls give way to more of him, accompanied by a sharp bite to your neck. It hurts a little but it feels so good; your eyes roll back in your head with a keen, and Mingi huffs out a breath.
âOh, little bitch is so fuckinâ tight,â he moans, one palm coming to push your leg upwards, against your side, trying to open you up further. It doesnât help - heâs just far too big, your pussy tightening in protest despite how bad you fucking want it. âDo I have to split your hole open to get inside? Funny, âcause itâs fucking drooling around me like it canât get enough.â
One of his hands comes to rest on your breast, idle but firm, and his thumb swipes over your nipple just to make you gasp. You try to fuck yourself downwards but he really is too big, cockhead already hitting your cervix and it knocks the wind out of you. Mingiâs hand tightens on an upwards stroke of his shaft and he smiles, amused, eyes flicking between you and his boyfriend.
âLet him in, sweetheart. Heâll make it hurt.â
You try your best; squirming and whining in Yunhoâs hold you manage to slack your gummy walls enough for him to push more of his cock inside but it makes you squeal, too much all of a sudden, and his fingers move from your chest to your clit. His nails dig into it and you gasp, writhing away before his grip pulls your back to his chest again.Â
âWhat the fuck is this for if I canât fuck it? Useless little cunt otherwise, hm? Maybe I should just pull out, leave you-â
âNo, nonono, please, Yunho,â You babble, moving around enough that it forces more of his length in. This time he seems to push past something that allows him to sink in balls deep, and itâs so far inside, pressing at your cervix and you think you might cum already.
Yunho huffs, placated now that youâve let him in, yanking you backwards by your ass, letting the plumpness of it rock him into a bounce. It works, and he starts to fuck you steady, slow at first, letting you get used to it - his knuckles graze at your nipple before he pinches meanly, a breathless, chuckle of pleasure leaving him at your jolt.
âFu-uck, âs so- need more, more, please-â
âMore?â He asks, like he didnât know, and you nod dumbly. Youâre shocked by Mingi responding, not Yunho; walking on his knees towards you, his fingers come to your clit and roll it between his fingertips. Itâs too much all of a sudden, and Yunho starts to speed up, his long, ridged shaft cutting into your gummy walls. Mingiâs ministrations make your pussy easier, more slack, and Yunhoâs able to fuck quicker, cock not prohibited by how tight youâre squeezing around him. âThatâs it. There you go, Min, cocksleeveâs gushing like a little whore now.â
âMm, can feel it,â The man in question murmurs, eyes fixated on you like youâre the best thing heâs ever seen. Your eyebrows knit in pleasure, lips parting in a squeal when his thumb rubs over your bud firmly, and this time you feel it, the slick, sticky gush of your pussy with every thrust. It leaks over Mingiâs fingers and further down, to your thighs, Yunhoâs balls and his own lithe legs.Â
You feel dumb with it all, and youâre not even halfway through taking one.Â
âFeels nice like that, doesnât it?â Yunho sounds unaffected, and you whimper, nodding, âI can tell. Dirty cunt gushing like that, Iâd swear you came already.â
Mingi leans down on the bed, distracting you momentarily before thereâs something wet pressing at your clit. Itâs his tongue, you realise, and you canât control the hand that goes to that dark blue hair - he moans at the feeling of your fingers tightening, tugging, and you force his mouth closer, wet lips mouthing over your pussy until he hits Yunhoâs cock.Â
Mingiâs tongue moves over you again, licking over the intrusion of his boyfriend inside of you. It doesnât stop his movement, his cock still pistoning in and out while youâre forced to take, take, take, and when the shorter manâs lips purse and suck on your bud you writhe away, pleasure all-consuming.
Your orgasm hits you hard, beginning in the base of your tummy and making your thighs shake. One hand holds Mingi steady, and the other moves to Yunhoâs side, anchoring you through it, but your pussy clenches dumbly in a rhythm that makes the man inside grunt and bite your neck sharply. Your own noises are abused, loud and too incriminating, but neither men make a move to quiet you.
âRide it out, câmon,â Yunho says, voice hoarse, and you find it in your static body to fuck yourself on both men while your legs lock and your toes curl. âGood girl. There you go, thatâs it.â
It helps, quelling the strong climax into something steadier, nicer, and Mingiâs tongue flicks over your clit just enough for you to come down from it.Â
The kiss the older man gives you is controlled, a little awkward from the angle but it tells you everything you need to know. Youâre safe, youâre looked after and itâs exactly what you need after an orgasm that strong - his nose bumps your cheek when he kisses you deeper, giving you a few pecks as he pulls away; it makes you want more, but heâs already moving.
You realise too late that Yunho still hasnât finished, and he pushes you onto your front, leg still slightly raised from the way he had you. His hips hit your ass as he bottoms out again, and you gasp - itâs so deep, so much that you want him to cum soon, hope heâll cum soon and fill you up, and you remember you have another one to take after this. The realisation makes your pussy clench as he fucks inside and he lets out a stuttered breath against your shoulder, bumpy nose nudging at your jaw.
âYouâre okay,â He soothes you, and you nod, whimper soft. âIâm gonna cum soon, baby. Gonna make you take it, âkay? Then Mingiâs gonna fuck it back into you.â
âY-yeah,â you nod, and when Yunho starts to thrust again, punishing, Mingi seals your lips with his and swallows your noises. He kisses messy, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and he lets you suck on his tongue when you need something in your mouth again, not minding at all that your hands scramble at his broad shoulders for purchase.
You feel Yunho pull backwards, hands on the small of your back to hold you down, and itâs the sight of you and his boyfriend kissing that does him in. He gasps, letting out a shaky breath as he presses his hips tight to the plush of your ass, cockhead fucked so deep that it makes you try to squirm away again; Mingi keeps you still, giving you dirty, open-mouthed kisses and licking over your teeth.
Between your legs, you feel thoroughly used - when Yunho pulls out, cock softening a little, your pussy gushes fresh cum and as if itâs his queue, Mingiâs already moving over.
Yunho slaps your ass as he moves away from you, âAtta girl. Sheâs ready for you, Min.â
Fingers prod at your swollen hole, messy, creamy rivulets slicking down to Mingiâs rings as he spreads it open and inspects. If you had anything left in you, youâd feel embarrassed at the way heâs looking at you so intimately but well, heâs already done it once and youâre still horny. You shift back on the bed and chase his touch when he moves away, although you donât have long to be disappointed because the feeling of a blunt cockhead against you makes you push your hips up, front going slack again.
âLook at that. Dumb slut knows how to present for a cock,â Mingi chuckles, although thereâs no real bite to his words - his breath is shaky as he shuffles towards you, and seconds later thereâs inches of fat cock spearing you open because he canât wait himself at this point.
âO-oh,â You stutter, head raising and knocking back. You see Yunho, in front of you now, face so close to yours but itâs comforting rather than threatening. âFuck, itâs-â
âSsh, just feel it,â Yunho murmurs, stroking your cheek with one, big hand, and your eyes roll back into your head when he starts to thrust. His movements are deep and slow at first, letting you feel all of it, every vein and ridge and you swear you feel him leaking inside, too, when he pushes deep and pulls you flush against him like he isnât fucking your pussy open in front of his boyfriend.
Mingi whines, sharp, âTiny little pussy, so small, fuck-â his fingers hook around your shoulders, pulling you back onto him, âhow are you still so fucking tight?â Your own hands scramble in the sheets until your fingers hook into them for leverage, and you writhe, moaning so viscerally that Yunho pets your hair to calm you down. Mingiâs thicker than him so despite taking the older man first, the stretch of your hole to accommodate him has your eyes watering, his hips stuttering into the creamy mess of a hole that his boyfriend left. âCan I- fuck, I canât, I canât, canât play anymore-â
âMingi,â Yunho warns, but itâs softened by the grin curling his lips, fond.
âCanât, fuck, baby, I love your pussy,â Mingi babbles, and his hands move to your asscheeks, spreading them further, watching where his cock disappears into you. Itâs slick when he starts to move, a creamy ring around the base of his cock, wet plaps echoing around the bedroom when his balls begin to hit your clit steadily. âLove- love it, love it everytime- I love you.â
Something dawns on you. Youâre not playing anymore, not really, not the elaborate scene Yunho came up with late at night before you headed out to the bar you three met at - and your back bows towards the bed, curling away from your boyfriends,Â
âMmgh- I love you too,â You whimper, scrambling on the sheets for your third, your other boy. Fingers intertwine with yours immediately and he kisses your hairline, your nose, your lips; you cry out, head lolling against his. âYunho- Yuyu, Yuyu, love you-â
âI love both of you, although youâre both fucking pathetic,â Yunho laughs, smoothing your hair. âCanât even roleplay properly. Both of you cry like virgins as soon as I let him get inside of you.â
Mingiâs head drops to your shoulder, his weight pinning you down when he collapses atop of you. Youâre separated from Yunho but you donât mind at all when he starts to drill you properly - this is his favourite position, after all, it didnât matter if it was you or Yunho underneath him.Â
His hips donât stop moving, pistoning into your cunt where youâre flat on the bed, his lips parting in a deep groan, âPussyâs too good to think. Sorry, Yunho, p-promise it was hot.â
Heâs not sorry at all, you all know that. Yunho scoffs. âI know it was. You two acting like sluts on that fuckinâ dancefloor, just like you were all those years ago. Hard, leaking, wet in your pants looking at me. I could see how horny you were.â
âMmhm,â Mingi nods, delirious. Youâre not able to respond, chest clenching in pathetic wails every time he pushes deep, fucking the noises out of you, and his hand moves to your back, soothing over your spine until he slaps your ass hard just for the sake of it. âG-Good little toy, thatâs right, donât have to speak, just take it. Good girl.â
Heâs babbling again, nonsensical, praises and degradation into one - heâs always the same, and it always makes you gush easy for him. Yunho slides your hair out of your face, exposing flushed cheeks and spit slick lips, your eyes crossed with pleasure. The sight of you makes them both groan, and the older man plants a gentle slap on your cheek, gripping your jaw when you gasp.
âFucked dumb,â He muses. âHow pretty. Why donât you cry a little for him, hm? You know he loves that.â
âItâs so much,â you manage, and he nods, cooing at you. Itâs that which finally breaks you, and your chest bubbles with a sob, ripped harshly from you. ââS so much, I canât- canât take it, daddy, please!â
They laugh at you again, you hear them, though Mingiâs is a lot more in awe than the other manâs.Â
âWhoâs your daddy, baby?â Yunhoâs asking you, and itâs something he asks you often but it feels like youâre trying to move across clouds to respond to him. Everythingâs so soft, comforting but your pussy continues to get rammed, overwhelmed, and you squeal, legs knocking together when you feel his thrusts start to get harsher but staggered.Â
âB-both of you.â You slur. âBoth- daddy, fill me up too-â
It ignites something in Mingi - he pulls out, gripping himself at the creamy base and flipping you over by your waist again. Youâre on your back now, able to see them both, your boys; Yunho has that cheeky glint in his eyes that you love, looming over you with a half-hard cock and tousled, boyish hair - if you didnât know him, you would trust him.Â
Mingi distracts you, crowding into your space with furrowed eyebrows, thick thighs knocking your legs apart again before he sinks back inside. Yunho laughs at his impatience, hand smoothing over the younger manâs back as he starts to fuck you again and you know heâs really gonna cum now, moving so fast and hard that you both get knocked up the mattress a little.
You keen, âFucking- oh, oh, thatâs-â
âLanguage,â Yunhoâs hand moves and pinches your thigh, and you wince, legs locking around Mingi. He pins you back down and then moves his focus to your clit, rolling it between his fingers; itâs so wet that it feels too good too quickly. âGonna cum, arenât you, baby?â
Your eyes roll back into your head when his fingers move over you instead, firmer, rubbing circles that make you heave, trying to catch your breath. Unable to answer him again, he hums, displeased.
Thatâs right, you almost forgot. He lets you get away with some things earlier but you donât act like that around him, not really, only when youâre pretending like you donât know them. Now, you know them, and there are rules - that also means you beg to cum, and you thank whatever higher powers there be because you remember before you fall off the edge.
âPlease,â You struggle, nails scratching at both of them again, their arms this time, âplease, please let me cum. Daddy, daddy, please-â
Mingi growls, fixated, âIâm gonna fuckinâ cum, you better cum with me, tiny.â
âThere you go, honey. Your daddy said you can,â Yunho says, almost too sweet for you to believe but no, they did say that, and youâre squealing from it before they can take it back.Â
You gush again, fluttering and writhing where you lay and halfway through it, Mingi nudges the dark haired manâs head to press his cheek against yours at an angle and kisses you both.Â
Barely knowing what to do in your haze, they hold you still, tongues both messily sliding over yours, over each other - the man inside of you whimpers, thrusting harshly one last time, gasping against your mouths before he fills you with a fresh wave of cum. His cock throbs with it, pumping into you and when he canât take it anymore he collapses, head on your chest, full weight a little overwhelming.Â
Yunho kisses you a few times, fingertips moving to rub soft circles into your shoulders, your upper arms, before moving across your boyfriendâs scalp, massaging him too. He moans gratefully, exhausted, and you feel the same - your limbs are stiff and you groan when Mingi finally rolls off, slumping next to you in the wet sheets.
âIâll just be cleaning you up, honey.â Yunhoâs voice is gentler, and you hum, a smile creeping on your face - there he is, always in control. Mingi mumbles something that you donât quite catch, arm hooking around your tummy, but your boyfriend hears him, chuckling, âThat was referring to you, too.â
You want to laugh. âDonât tell me he was trying to move.â
Yunho shifts closer, wet towel suddenly soft against your skin, and when you finally open your eyes heâs there, still naked, cock soft against his thigh and you wonder if he came again, sometime during it all. âLike I said, both of you fuck like virgins. Dead afterwards. Perished, even.â
You canât argue. Youâre not planning on moving any time soon; although the sheets are ruined, youâre exhausted after all that. The boysâ roleplay ideas are always crazy but well, thereâs some that get a bit out of hand, like recreating the night you all met.
For the second time, Mingi grumbles nonsensically next to you. Yunho kisses the mole on the younger manâs cheek before kissing your hairline again.Â
âSpeaking of perished,â He murmurs, eyes shifting down to you playfully, putting on a dramatic voice, âI still think the next scene should be me, as Spider-Man, saving you and Min from possible perish-â
âEnough,â You grumble, kicking him softly with your foot. âGo to sleep.â
His laugh is so loud it makes Mingi kick him too, half-asleep, but then he really does settle, towel discarded on the floor. As if he was waiting for his presence to drop off properly, the younger man squirms closer on the mattress and reaches over you to tug Yunho in, pulling you into a pile, legs intertwined and a little sticky. Itâs soothing though, naked and cuddling with your men, and Mingi starts to snore almost instantly.
The man plastered to your back sighs, though you know heâs not really bothered. âSleep? With that?â
You huff, âThen just talk to me, duh.â
âDuh. You can actually just watch me play video games, if you want. Remember, my new monitor came yesterday, itâs curved and sexy and itâll show you everything in-â
You fall asleep before heâs anywhere near finished.
fucking mingi was all about making a mess, giving him something to clean up when he was done.
sex with him was nasty. vulgar. sloppy.
he had a way of making you feel guilty that you were allowing him to get his hands on you and do what he pleased. guilty that he knew what buttons to press and what knobs to twist in a way that made you feel so good it hurt.
it was wet, dirty, and hot. a shower afterward was a non-negotiable.
it was hard to make your moans sound pretty when they were so pure. guttural and broken, unfiltered with how deep mingi was pounding your puffy cunt. but he liked it more when you sounded like that, when you sounded like one more thrust might kill you.
when you sounded like you were in pain, but in truth, he was just fucking you so good that maintaining a front of âprettyâ was not your main concern at the moment. your main concern was not passing out while he was inside you. fucking your pussy like he was trying to commit the feeling to memory.
"god, im so deep thats gotta hurt huh, baby? does it hurt you?â
you cries and groans are muffled in the pillow youâve shoved your face into, your hands gripping the sheets by your head like they might ground you on earth. mingi is on his knees behind you, strong thighs keeping him upright, while his palms held your hips in place for him as he shoved his cock inside of you.
arched so prettily in front of him, your ass bouncing off his body every time his hips slammed against you, a filling, heavy rhythm that sends vulgar âplapâ sounds bouncing off the walls.
you were covered in sweat, skin shiny and wet, your hair sticking to your neck from all the exertion. mingi was just as sweaty as you, surely more. but god he was having so much fun.
all the adrenaline that he channeled on stage when he performed, he funneled it into the bedroom too. acting nasty like he was performing for someone.
he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, his eyes lasered in on where his dick slid in and out of your gushy cunt, coated in a white cream that only seemed to build every time he filled you up again.
he laughs lowly as a string of saliva falls from the tip of his tongue and lands directly on the length of his cock in just enough time as he shoves it back inside of you, his fat mushroom tip catching that sensitive ridge along your walls that makes your legs shake.
âsheâs creaming on my cock, baby,â he moans as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and drags his hands away from your hips and up to the rippling flesh of your ass. he palms the soft skin with his big, heated hands and spreads them slowly so he can get a better look at his cock filling you out.
it bewildered you every single time because mingi liked to embarrass you. he wanted you to hear the sounds that your body made, the filthy, sticky sounds that you couldnât control.
âshhh, baby. not so loud, listen to yourself.â he reached over your arched body and pressed his hand flat against the back of your head to further muffle you against the pillow. âlisten to her talk back to me.â
and hearing it always made you ashamed beyond comprehension. and yet he always felt you get so tight around him when the noises registered.
his spit, your arousal, the stirred-up sounds of your guts being rearranged hit your ears like a truck. mingiâs hungry groans that you could feel all throughout your body with every deep stroke he pounded into your cunt.
heâs big, and thick, and very purposeful with his hips. youâve seen him on stage, rolling his body with sensual intentions that only allow a glimpse into how he could really put those hips to use.
he watches, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as your wetness clung to his v-line in a white sticky web. the shine of your ass from the sweat and all the times heâs practically drooled on your body.
he purposely slows his hips so the sounds get deeper, hollow and louder. your moans break into breathless whines that only make mingi wanna abandon any remaining composure and fuck you til you snap.
âyeah, yeah⌠cuntâs asking for a baby. isnât she?â he takes his hand off your head and moves both of them to your shoulders, curling them over the bone and pulling your body up, arching you even more.
you whine when you feel him slip his soaked dick out of you, a gross, slick sound as he pulls out. and god, it seems endless when the tip finally pops out of you. you cry at the emptiness, and mingi giggles as he watches you shake your ass side to side to try and coax him to fill you up again.
your head throws back as he pulls your head out of the pillow, and you could hear him spitting into your stretched pussy, the saliva dripping down your puffy folds.
âgotta keep you messy, sweet girl, makes this more fun for both of us.â he digs his nails into your shoulders and groans so low you could feel it in your belly as he glides right back inside of you.
there was really no friction at all, and he's nearly kept slipping out since you started. each stroke of his veiny cock is punctuated with a deep, staccato rumble in his chest.
his lips part in misty pants, watching with enamored adoration as the stickiness of your combined arousal clings to your bodies like this was really some kind of perverted home video.
the wet noises fill your ears again, and now you canât muffle your moans in the pillow anymore with the way he holds your body up. they come out primal and desperate, helpless as mingi forces your pussy to take his shape.
âmmhm, wish i could see your pretty face.â he mumbles, the loud slaps of his hips against your ass nearly drowning out his voice.
âbut i'd rather see this pussy keep sucking me in.â he laughs again and enunciates with a deep, rough thrust that makes your toes curl.
âwanna see her dripping with me once i fill her up. fuck a baby into my pretty girl.â his moans are an encouragement that further tighten that knot in your stomach, your cunt clenching around him like a vice with every nasty word that leaves his mouth.
he presses his palms into your lower shoulders, simultaneously working out a building knot of stress, all the while he fucks you into a worthless puddle in his sheets.
âfill this pussy up all the way to the fucking back.â he leans over your body and presses his lips to the small of your back, his mouth opened in low moans as he eases his hips into a swifter pace, pressing wet kisses against your fluttering skin.
his dick glides in and out of you with painful ease, every full thrust that drags the thickness of him against your gspot pulling you more and more under.
âget you all pretty and swollen with my babies.â he whispers against your back, and you whine so loud you swear it was going to tear up your throat.
if the sloppy mess between your legs wasnât a cry for just that, you werenât sure what was.
âp-please-!â you cry out, and you shiver when you feel his lips form into a pout and kiss your back like he was trying to soothe you. âw-want⌠want you t-to-â
âthink itâll take like this?â he teases, shoving his cock so hard and so deep inside of you he mightâve breached your throat. he stays there, unmoving, forcing you to feel the twitching and the throbbing of his dick against every inch of your gooey pussy.
he hums, and suddenly youâre empty again, and you whine at the loss. but then youâre moving, his hands grab your waist and turn your body over, your back hitting the mattress. âprobably not.â
seeing him nearly undoes you, a sweaty, crazed wreck. his hair sticking up everywhere, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his v-line a sticky mess. his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs up so theyâre pressed against your shoulders.
you squeal and are hardly given ample time to register what was happening before he slides his cock back inside of you, the new position having him deeper than ever before. mingiâs entire body shivers when he fills you to the hilt, your own body pulling taut at the invasive fullness.
his hands keep your thighs against your shoulders, folded in half underneath him in a mating press. âfuck, thatâs better,â he sighs, immediately rolling his hips into you with every deep thrust. his lips spread into a greedy smile, his tongue swiping over his teeth. âhi baby, look so fuckin pretty.â
you cry out and throw your head back against the pillow, your hands reaching around and clawing at his broad shoulders.
âlemme pound this pussy, need you to cum before i breed you mkay? work for me pretty, give me what i need.â mingi chews on his bottom lip, his moans filling your ears, youâre unable to look away from where his cock disappears into your cunt, the wet noises seemingly even louder now.
he slides inside with slippery ease and glides right back out coated in a sheen of white. over and over and over again. maddeningly deep and too fucking fast.
his eyebrows are knitted in such a pretty, concentrated expression, his cheekbones poking through his skin from where his mouth begins to part with every thrust that seems to only drag him further towards his own orgasm.
âcum for me, baby. wanna feel this pussy cum around me, wanna fill you up so bad. wanna give my beautiful girl a baby.â
and as always, you do as he says, shattering like glass while he fucks you through it, determined to drag your orgasm out of you until you've been completely wrung dry.
"atta girl." he growls through his teeth, leaning down and taking your nipple in his warm mouth, suckling and circling his thick tongue around the softness of it. "can't wait till these are full of milk," he moans around them, muffled. "i'm sure the baby wouldn't mind sharing."
it clicks with you then and there that he was completely serious. the man literally wanted you pregnant. he sinks his teeth into your areola, and you cry out when you feel him slow his hips to a punishing, intentional grind into your cunt.
"you're gonna make such a good mommy, baby." he drools around your nipple, stilling his hips and damn near whimpering like a bitch as he holds himself there. you could feel him spilling inside of you, hot ropes of cum that seep to the back of your cunt just right.
mingi purrs and groans while he rides it out, massaging the backs of your thighs, his cock throbbing deep inside of you.
sticky, filled, and spent. he doesn't move yet, holding himself inside of you while you both take a moment to catch your breath. when you shift underneath him, he pressed his palms harder against the backs of your thighs to hold you still.
"uh uh, don't move. tryna keep you plugged, can't have any spilling out right?" he smiles and trails wet kisses up the side of your neck and you sigh and relax under his body.
you hope to god it works, because you're not sure if you'd be able to handle another session of "trying" with him and make it out with your legs intact.
a/n: thanks to juno for planting the brainworms for this
minjoong x f!reader
thinking about mingi & hongjoong...
they are so mean to you.
they find so much pleasure in torturing you, seeking out your limits, and happily pushing you past them with a grin on their face and their hands all over you. they learned recently that you cannot handle them both at the same time without shattering like porcelain. melting against their bodies like the heat of their skin was too much, suffocating between them like some kind of trapped animal.Â
it has become their new favorite way of making you go stupid.
hongjoong lies back on the bed, his legs spread nice and wide to accommodate your body between them, lying lazily with your back against his chest. his lips buried against your neck or whispering next to your ear, kissing the side of your throat, or praising you against your temple. his hands roam about your body, travelling up your sides, along your shaking arms, up to pinch your nipples, and rolling them between his fingertips. his ankles hook on yours to keep your legs spread pretty and open, all for him.
mingi, who leans over your body, his hands hooked nice and hard on your hips, squeezing so tight it bruises. his head dropped as he watched his body roll and move, meticulously gliding his big cock in and out of your drooling cunt. youâre so wet it leaves a shiny mess on his lower abdomen each time his hips meet yours, and youâre creaming around the base of him each time he sinks in so deep that hongjoong can feel your shoulders tense with every drag.
mingi lets low, breathy groans slip past his swollen lips, never ripping his gaze from your pussy. enamoured with how you seemed to just suck him right back in each time he pulled back, like your body had a mind of its own. your sweet, helpless moans awakened that urge in him to drag more sounds out of you, shifting the angle of his hips every so often to keep you on your toes, never giving you the chance to relax.
and hongjoong was so sick in your ear and against your skin. pressing wet, moaning kisses against your neck and below your ear, his fingers ghosting down the front of your body so softly, teasing you with fleeting rolls against your puffy clit.
âfuck⌠please keep doing that.â mingi sighs to hongjoong, letting his head fall back for a second to really relish in the feeling of your warm walls around his cock.Â
hongjoong laughs softly against your ear and presses his palm flat against your lower stomach, just enough pressure to put a weight on your bladder, just enough that he could feel mingi stroking in and out of your guts beneath it. âdoing what, min?â he coos, dragging his other hand up the side of your waist, squeezing and kneading and feeling all of you like you were some kind of stress toy.
âkeep talkinâ to her.â mingi purrs, pressing his fingers against your hips in a wave motion, lowering them a bit further to grab purchase on your thighs to spread you even wider.Â
âshe gets so goddamn tight when you do.âÂ
you bite your bottom lip and moan lowly when the warmth of hongjoongâs hand spreads over your belly, and he gently nips at your earlobe when mingi starts to push himself into you even deeper, grinding his hips against yours and whining lowly when you gush around him even more.
âyou like me talking to you, hm pretty baby?â hongjoong whispers against your ear so low, so fucking low, your entire body shudders against his chest, and you can hear mingi moan so loud, and it makes your stomach clench.
you canât even reply, and heâs pressing his hand harder against your stomach. lights start blinking behind your eyes, and you break out into a drunk sweat. âsuch a good, slick girl for us, aren't you?â
the hand on your waist moves again, down over your hips, over the top of your thigh, before it slips between your legs and he finds your clit once again, but this time he makes no move to stop as he begins to rub, languid, pressurized upward circles against it. your back arches against hongjoongâs chest, and your legs shake, but hongjoongâs strong legs keep you spread open so mingi can keep fucking you full of him.
you feel mingi twitch inside of you, and heâs letting his head fall forward, his eyebrows knit together in pure bliss, and his lips parted in bassy grumbles as you tighten so much around him he swears heâs drooling on your stomach.
your head starts to lean back on your neck against hongjoongâs shoulder, but he wonât let you. he moves his hand away from your clit and brings it up to press his palm flat against the back of your skull.Â
ânuh uh, sweet girl. down. watch him fuck you, baby. look at how soaked you are.â and he pushes your head back down, forcing you to stare at mingiâs lower body. his body rolling as he pushes his cock into you with deep, calculated strokes, strings of slick clinging to his lower v-line. his big hands holding you nice and open, his nails leaving crescent moons in the flesh of your thighs. you whine pathetically when you also see the way hongjoong holds his hand down against your stomach, like he was trying to pin you in place between them, keeping you from running. it was all just too much.
âf-fuck..! i c-cant-â you cry out, and mingi is first to shoot you down. with a rough, pinpointed thrust, heâs bringing his hand up and then back down, landing a burning slap on your cunt as he starts to fuck into you with nasty purpose.
âyou can, and you are.â he snips at you, and hongjoong ruts his hard on against your lower back, feeling mingiâs cock move in and out of you so roughly beneath his palm through the flesh of your stomach, it was driving him mad.
âdonât be so rough, youâre gonna hurt her, you know how big you are.â hongjoong pretends to care, kissing beneath your ear and whining softly just to get you to clench tighter.
mingi clicks his tongue, leaning down just far enough that he can talk to you against your other ear.
âsheâll be alright. wonât you, baby?â he grits out through a low moan, emphasizing his point with a deep roll of his hips, pressing so heavily into you it makes your limbs twitch like youâve been shocked.
when he feels you suck him in so much stronger than any other time that night, he just knew your brain was mush at this point, and drags his tongue up the side of yout throat, ending his journey with a kiss to the shell of your ear and a vulgar murmur against your skin. ânasty fuckin girl.â
then heâs pulling back, completely focused on ruining your pretty cunt with his cock, using you like a living, breathing toy. hongjoong presses his nose flush against the vein in your neck as he talks to you.
âheâs so deep inside of you, sweetheart, i can feel him.â
âiâm kind of jealous right now, he's got you making such a sticky mess on his dick, huh?â
âcâmon, baby, get louder, moan for us⌠like this.âÂ
and heâll mock you with whiny, playful moans of his own against your ear, sending shockwaves to your cunt. the pinches on your clit an encouragement to keep performing for them, the deep drag of mingiâs tip against that brain-numbing spot a plea to keep you moaning like a slut.
âonce minâs done, we can switch. and he can play with your pussy and talk to you all sweet while i fuck you so full of me youâll start leaking all over the place.â you groan loudly, and your spine arches beautifully as you feel it, your orgasm travelling from your lower belly all throughout your body. your skin tingling and your brain fogging, your nerves on high alert as you cum all over mingiâs cock.
âohâ fuck. she liked that, huh? didnât you babyâŚâ mingi pauses for a brief moment, overwhelmed by how stunning you looked cumming all over the two of them.
âthere we go, baby, that's it. get it allll out, keeping cumming.â hongjoong slows the movement on your clit to light, teasing brushes. each time he pushes up against the sensitive bud, your entire body jerks between them.
before long, mingiâs cumming too, slowing his hips and pressing nice and deep into you, making sure you stay plugged with him as he fills you up, groaning so low you could feel your ribcage shiver. he pulls out with the wettest, slickest sound and sighs heavily, immediately getting on his knees and shoving his face between your thighs.
with a hungry moan, heâs splitting your lips with his thick tongue, obscenely cleaning you up with fervor, his hands sinking into your thighs and holding you down against the bed so you donât shake too much.
it's all a blur, but suddenly youâre moving, and youâre lying flat on the bed, no warm body behind you to keep you upright. and you lean yourself up on shaky elbows to see what's going on, and you nearly pass out.
hongjoong and mingi are both in front of you, hongjoong's fingers gripping the hair on the back of mingiâs head iron tight, and he pulls him in for the nastiest, greediest kiss youâve ever witnessed. and you are absolutely dumbstruck.
you can see every flip of their tongues, the way mingi seems to melt against him, and you can see both of their cocks jump and twitch. tasting the mixture of mingiâs cum and your arousal, hongjoong smiles against his lips like some kind of slut.
you feel like it lasts forever before they're pulling away from each other, a thin trail of saliva snapping between them.
theyâre both breathing heavily, and as if they were reading each otherâs minds, hongjoong cocks his head to the side, and mingi moves. he lifts your body off the bed and takes hongjoongâs previous place, sitting on the bed and pulling your back against his chest, molding your body to his front. you can feel his soaked cock twitch against your backside, and his lips press heavily against the heat of your neck.
his hands grab your hips, and his legs spread you nice and wide once again, and you watch as hongjoong slots himself between your thighs as heâs licking the leftovers off the corner of his mouth, his lips parted in a small, lust-drunk smile. his hands find your thighs as he leans down and slowly slides the length of his cock through the slick mess of your cunt, hot and heavy against you. and you feel like youâve been shot, point-blank range.
mingiâs hand snakes forward, and he grips your jaw in a firm, controlling hold, forcing your head to stay angled towards hongjoong, and you whimper out of what can only be described as fear and anticipation.
âmy turn,â hongjoong murmurs breathlessly, playfully, and right as heâs sinking into your pussy, mingi clamps his jaw down on your shoulder, moaning against your skin as the pain of his teeth breaking your skin and the pleasure of hongjoongâs cock splitting you open sends your poor brain into complete and utter overdrive.
AKAâââââą you ask jay to fuck you hard and he does; while he records for his friends, of course
pairing | jay Ă reader
genre: smut | wc: 3.7k | content: smut, unprotected sex (p in v; wrap it before you tap it), fingering, brief oral (f receiving), spanking, pussy slapping, rough sex, consensual recording of sex, doggy style, hair pulling, cervix kissing, lowkey cock shaming? (i just be writing anything), squirting, jay cum's on the readers ass, brief use of daddy, mentions of other partners, aftercare mentioned
mcwilla.log: merry christmas..? i've been on a writing kick so this may or may not be my last post until the holidays - we'll see. thank you so much for the love on my last fic, it genuinely warms my heart more than you all know. next fic will either be the ni-ki req or the start of a heeseung miniseries (teehee). likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated; as always, thank you for supporting my work!
The sweat pooled between your back and Jayâs chest wouldâve been disgusting in any instance other than this one. With both of your clothes discarded somewhere on the floor and his chest pressed flush against your back, you, quite frankly, didnât give a flying fuck about anything else.
Jay hovered over you; his arms parallel to your face as he fiddled with his phone on the windowsill. You just sat there, patient as ever and admiring your boyfriend on the camera. You tried to sit still, but, fuck it, you were horny. Goddamn that gorgeous man.
This was almost routine at this point - Jay recording you. He was protective and easily provoked with fits of jealousy, so it was contradictory. Wouldnât someone so hellbent on making sure everyone knew you were his want to keep your sex life a secret? Well, sure, in a sense. It wasnât like he was posting these videos for the world - not at all. He was just sending them to his groupchat, obviously.
You couldnât remember the first time this happened, but for some reason, it didnât bother you. You werenât stupid. You noticed Heeseungâs wandering eyes that always landed on your chest, you werenât oblivious when it came to Sunghoon trying to show off his gym progress, and there was no way Jake wasnât even a little bit conscious when heâd drape his body over your own at the bar. But the weirdest part? Jay never cared.
Your boyfriend wouldâve pulled you possessively close and thrown a mean look over his shoulder had it been anyone other than his friends acting like this. Youâd thought about it a lot - what the difference was in response, and you finally came up with your conclusion.Â
Jay got off on it.
Jay simply loved knowing his friends were so enamored with you that they probably jerked off to your Instagram account. He loved knowing he was the one that got to fuck you - not them; loved knowing that he was the one splitting you open on his cock, he was the one tasting your delicious pussy, he was the one making you cum and cry and beg for more.Â
And yeah, his friends talked about it. His friends mentioned how hot you were, cornered Jay into giving them details about the sex, everything. Quick comments of, âHow tight is she,â and even, âHow does she look when she cums - fuck, I bet she sounds so hot.â And you knew, though you pretended you didnât.
So, when one night of disgustingly passionate sex after a night out with Jake and Heeseung eyefucking you was coming to an end, Jay asked if he could record. You said yes, he pressed the button, and after five minutes of slow, sensual strokes, you came around Jay with a loud cry and soft whimpers to accompany your clenches.
âIâm sending this to the guys,â he said as you two started drifting off.
You just laughed in response and said âDo it, I wanna see what they say.â
And after that night, it became routine. Jay didnât always record the two of you, maybe once every few months. But the knowledge that the camera was on and his friends would be watching turned him on more than heâd like to admit. Jay liked to rub it in their faces. He liked to say Iâm the one who gets to fuck her pussy, not you without actually saying it.
Tonight was different; tonight had a purpose.Â
âFuck,â you felt his muscles flex beneath you. You reached up and grabbed Jayâs bicep, a soft moan slipping past your lips; you were getting impatient. âI donât like the angle, itâs pissing me off.â
Jay grabbed the phone from the windowsill and put it in your hands. He adjusted your arms, making sure your face and chest were visible. The only part of himself on camera was his chest and shoulders, but he got cut off at the neck. Jay pressed a few kisses on your neck, wet and open mouthed, as his hands found themselves on your waist. He stroked your skin, soft and lovingly before giving it a quick squeeze.
âWanna press record for me, baby?â He murmured into your neck. You nodded, hands shaking as your fingers found the red button on his phone. Jayâs hands splayed themselves over your stomach, the tips of his fingers dangerously close to your pussy. You were wet - so wet - with anticipation that the mere suggestion of Jay touching you made you impossibly wetter.
âThey canât see you,â you breathed out.
Jay chuckled. His fingers found your clit as they rubbed soft circles onto the bud. Your back arched up off his chest and a moan fell from your kiss-swollen lips. âItâs okay - they know whoâs fucking you.âÂ
Jay continued touching you, and you just stared into the camera. You made pouty faces and gave it soft winks and smiles as though you were testing out angles for a selfie or admiring your fresh makeup. Every now and again, when Jay would rub your clit just right, your mouth would fall open or your face would twist with pleasure. Youâd catch it on the screen, and a soft blush would rest across your cheeks with a shy smile across your lips.
âTell them whatâs happening,â Jay whispered. His fingers picked up the pace; you internally cursed him because you knew he did it on purpose - knew he wanted to hear your voice quiver and shake while you addressed his friends.
âUhm,â you began, a shy giggle slipping past you as you moaned. âWha,â you squeezed your eyes shut, âWhadâyou want me to tell them?â
âWhat you told me,â Jayâs voice was low and sensual. You could hear him fine, but the video only picked it up in the distance, although the viewer could hear him clearly. âWhat you want me to do.â
Heat rises to your cheeks at his words. Right. That. âOh,â you bite your lip as Jay picks up his pace again before quickly slowing down. His fingers move along your swollen bud slowly now, large circles that make you shake with want. âI told Jay that,â you hesitate a bit, staring at yourself on the screen with big eyes.
Jay comes into view now, hooking his chin over your shoulder. He admires the two of you on screen and a sly smirk paints his sharp features. Jay licks his lips and chuckles before he latches onto your neck. He nips and sucks your skin, making you jump each time he makes contact with a new area. âCâmon, use your words,â he says, âTell âem what you told me - donât get shy now.â
You swallow thickly before nodding. âI kinda want him to be,â you hesitate again, your voice growing smaller. âLike, rough with me.âÂ
âLike what?â
A whine slips past you as you purse your lips into a pout. Of course, heâs doing this. Jay likes to act all macho when the cameraâs on, likes to humiliate you because he knows itâs what his friends get off to.Â
âLike, slap me a bit, be a lilâ rough - not too much, though! I donât wanna hurt.â
âYâknow I wonât hurt you, baby.â
You nod again. Your lip is between your teeth once more and you will yourself to keep talking. âFuck me harder than usual - yâknow? I jusâ kinda wonder what it feels like.â
âYeah,â heâs talking to the camera now, âFigured Iâd show you boys what itâs like to throw her around.â A wicked smirk takes over him once more as he removes himself from your neck and focuses on the camera. Jay grabs the phone from you and puts it on the windowsill. He fiddles with it again, obviously unhappy with the angle. Jay clicks his tongue, ultimately deciding itâll do.
The camera shows more now. It shows your completely naked body and how youâre sitting on the bed, back against Jayâs chest and legs open for them to see you dripping. The angle also shows Jayâs fingers back on your pussy. They rub slow circles on your clit once more, and with your hands free you take the opportunity to grab onto Jayâs biceps. Your eyes are screwed shut, mouth hung open as soft pants slip out. Jay kisses your shoulder once, twice, before he removes his hands and brings them to your waist.
Jay scooches back from you and hooks his arms under your armpits. He hoists you up until youâre sitting on your knees before he places his hand on the small of your back. âBend over for me,â he commands, and of course, you comply.
You let Jayâs hand guide you down - face first into the sheets. Your cheek is pressed into the cloth when you feel Jay grab your hands. He binds the two with the fingers of just one of his hands while the other lands a sharp smack across your ass. Immediately, you feel the sting from his hand, yet you still moan. The sound surprises you, but not Jay. No, Jay expected you to like it - he knows you too well.Â
He holds your wrists behind your back and soothes the red print with his hand. Your thighs clench together, and he notices.Â
âCâmon, donât hide from me,â he coos. Your pussy oozes arousal and you feel Jay drag his finger up your slit. Your hips move on their own, pushing back towards him for some kind of relief. Jay clicks his tongue, gathering the wetness onto his fingers before pulling away.
He leans towards the camera and spreads his fingers apart. The scene is grotesque; your slick strings together as his fingers spread, wetness visibly dripping down their slender form all for the phone to see. Jay makes eye contact with the camera, smirking while he brings his fingers into his mouth. The man laps at them - starved. He moans and sighs in pleasure, eyes screwed shut as he relishes in your taste.
He pulls away, examining your position. Jay leans forward, licks a thick stripe up your pussy, and lands another sharp slap, this time on your pussy. You twitch and cry out, tears prickling into your eyes.
Jay chuckles before shoving two of his fingers inside of you - rough and unapologetic with no warning. He pumps his digits in and out, in and out, at a brutal pace. Thereâs no intention of slowing down or showing you any signs of mercy. The squelchy sounds of your pussy are obscene - the sound bouncing off the walls all around the two of you.
âYeah, look at that - fuck. Youâre sucking them in, baby,â Jay leans forward and kisses your pussy, lips attaching to your clit as he suckles the swollen bud. Your whines join the rest of the absurd sounds, putting on a show for the camera.
Jay curls his fingers perfectly, right at the spot he knows drives you mad. You let out a particularly loud moan, and that seemed to be Jayâs cue. He picks up the pace, slamming his fingers in and out of you, abusing the spongy spot inside of your pussy. The palm of his hand smacks against your ass with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin now loud and obscene.
You clench around him, the whines of his name now accompanied with soft pants. Jay knows youâre getting close, and so without a second thought, he pulls his fingers away. Whimpers fall from your lips, tears coming to your eyes once more at the loss of contact.
âJay,â you cry.
Jay coos at you, sucking his fingers into his mouth and licking them clean. He chuckles at you, almost mocking your state. âItâs okay, baby. Ionâ want you to cum too fast.â
You whine again, pushing your ass back in hopes heâll give you something. Jay responds to your action with a smack, his hand rubbing the red skin as he presses a kiss to it. Jay cups himself through his boxers, palming his erection as he lets out a groan of relief. His cock is already hard and leaking precum, a wet patch on the front of his underwear signaling he canât wait much longer.
He pulls his cock out, pumping himself as he stares at your position. Your hole clenches around nothing, oozing arousal. Jay screws his eyes shut, mouth hung open as he fucks himself with his hand.Â
âOh, fuck,â he hisses when he ceases his motions. Jay scoots closer to you, lining his tip with your hole. You whine at the sudden contact, pushing back against him in hopes of getting him inside you faster. Jay doesnât think twice before spanking you again, this time not offering any comfort.
âFuck, you guys are missing out,â he speaks to the camera, his smirk coming back. âTipâs barely in and sheâs already tight as fuck.â Jay pushes into you about two inches before settling. Youâre tighter than ever. His chest rises and falls as he tries to steady his breathing, but fuck, you feel so good. Itâs all overwhelming, even to him.
Jay settles his hands on your hips, snapping his hips forward as he buries another couple inches into you. You feel so full, and heâs still not even done. Thatâs what you love about your boyfriendâs dick - heâs so big that even half feels like youâre going to fucking die. He hardly ever uses his whole length, but when he does - itâs heaven.
You begin to rock back onto him, a silent signal that youâre ready for him to start. Jay clicks his tongue before letting out a sigh, âPatience, baby.â
You whine at his words, pouting against the sheets. Jay doesnât wait long before giving you what you want, however. Quickly, he starts his thrusts. Rough and fast, not letting up. He brings your hips back to meet his thrusts, your whole body limp and pliable under his magnificent hands.Â
Youâre being fucked like a stupid doll. Back and forth, back and forth, it doesnât stop. The smacks that ring out through the room as your ass bounces off his pelvis are loud, but it only eggs him on. Jay hit the spot that makes you see stars, and you cry out louder than you have tonight.Â
Your hands find purchase in the sheets around you, desperately trying to anchor your body from the damn near abusing pace Jay has set. Soft breaths are punched out of you with every thrust; Jayâs own grunts and groans are raw and full of need.Â
Jay slows his movements down when he fists a handful of your hair. He pulls on it and drags your body up; back flush against his chest as youâre pulled onto your knees. You stare at yourself on camera; nose red and raw, eye makeup smudged with tears, drool collecting around the corners of your mouth. Jay keeps his hold on your hair with one hand and grabs your breast with his other, manhandling the mound of flesh.
âLook at them,â he says to you. You nod at him, eyes remaining focused on his phone. âTell âem how you feel.â
Your lips quiver as you try to find your words, but you simply canât. Your eyes drift down to your pussy visible on the screen - split open on Jayâs cock and dripping in an insane manner. Jay notices, removing his hand from your chest and bringing it to your pussy. He spreads your lips open, showcasing your pretty pussy to his friends.
A possessive smile spreads across his face, âHer pussy looks so good split open like this, huh?â You moan at his touch and words, which just gives him the confidence to keep going. âShe wouldnât look nearly as good on any of you guys, though.â
His fingers find your clit, giving it slow, languid rubs while Jay leans towards your neck. His lips find your sweaty skin, latching on and leaving open mouthed kisses all over. His tongue darts out, licking up a bead of sweat as he enjoys the salty taste.Â
âShe only likes to fuck guys with big dicks, right, babe?â
You let out a laugh of disbelief that quickly morphs into a moan.Â
âAnswer me,â he whispers into your neck.
You nod, âMhm.â
âMhm? Câmon, be a big girl and use your words. I know theyâre in there, somewhere.â
âYe,â youâre interrupted by a moan, âyeah - yes.â
Jay smirks. He releases his grip on your hair, letting you crash down onto the mattress beneath him. Jay resumes his pace. His cock is splitting you open - you barely had time to adjust before he set the speed.Â
His tip hits the right spot; the place that has your eyes rolling back and toes curling, the place that makes you see stars and has you reaching back to your boyfriend for comfort. Jay notices. Jay keeps fucking you like a stupid doll.
Harder.
Faster.
Messier.
Your ass meets his pelvis time and time again. Loud smacks bounce off the walls, the raw sound of skin on skin colliding is obvious to anyone who dares to hear what the two of you are doing. Jay loves it. Jay gets off on it.Â
You feel his ego growing by the second; every clench of your pussy and twitch of his cock a signal that heâs coming close to letting go. You are too.
You feel the familiar feeling deep inside your gut. The heat is rising; your stomach is suddenly heavy and youâre way too aware of everything happening. Youâre aware of every drag of Jayâs cock - aware of every vein caressing your gummy walls.Â
Your moans increase in volume, Jayâs name spilling out of your lips. The entire scene looks and sounds like some kind of cheap porno performance, and youâd think so too if you werenât actively living it.
âFuck, baby,â Jay moans above you. His jaw is slack, eyes screwed shut.Â
âJ,â you can barely finish his name at the pace heâs fucking you. âJay - Iâm gonna,â
âFuck, me too baby.â
Something inside you snaps at that moment. Immediately, your body goes slack, brain goes numb, vision gets foggy. You cum more intensely than you ever have. Your juices squirt out of you, arousal coating Jayâs cock and thighs and pelvis. Heâs simply dripping with you - all for his friends to see on the other end.
Jay doesnât stop when you cum - he keeps fucking you with that raw, brutal pace heâs had set for the night. A low groan comes from deep within Jayâs chest. He feels your walls clench around him from the overstimulation.
âShit - youâre so hot. Iâm gonna - fuck,â
Jay pulls out of you in one swift motion. He angles himself above your ass, shooting ropes of his milky cum all over your red ass cheeks. Jay continues to pump his cock, milking himself until heâs emptied his entire load onto you.
You sit there, cheek still pressed into the mattress with tears running down your face, panting and desperately trying to catch your breath. You feel Jay press himself against you as he grabs the camera from the windowsill. He flips it, showing your cum-covered ass off to his friends.
âLook at her,â he says, fingers collecting his cum. He briefly shows the wetness of his thighs, laughing as he coos at your fucked out state. Jay presses his palm to your back, pressuring you to lay flat down onto your stomach. You comply, simply because you donât have enough strength in your entire body to resist your boyfriend.Â
Jay hovers over you, camera shoved in your face as he shows you off to the audience. He brings his fingers to your lips, beckoning you to open them before he shoves his fingers into your mouth. You lap at them wildly, sucking the cum off his fingers until theyâre clean.
Jay just laughs at you, âYeah, show âem how needy you are for daddyâs cum.â
You moan around his fingers, eyes rolling back at his words. You pull off his fingers with a loud pop. Jay grabs your jaw, forcing you to face the camera. A cheeky smile spreads across your face; your tongue poking out with remnants of his cum before you pull it back into your mouth and swallow the rest of it.
Youâre a mess - a beautiful fucking mess. Your hairâs all tousled and in your face, sticking to the damp skin adorned with tears and smudged mascara.
âMm,â you moan, "tastes good, daddy. I wanâ more.â
Jay kisses the top of your head. âHow was that, babygirl?â
You nod, nuzzling into Jayâs harsh grip on your jaw. âGood.â
âDonât tell me - tell them.â
You open your hooded eyes wider, watching yourself on screen. âSunghoon - it was really good,â you swallow your breaths for a moment, âyou wanna join us next time?â
Jay lets out a low whistle, speaking up off camera, âYouâre gonna leave Jake and Heeseung out?â
You laugh and bite your lip, âI didnât say that. Jakey and Heeseung can join, jusâ thought Sunghoon would want to the most.â
Jay clicks the red button, ending the recording before he tosses his phone onto the comforter. He smoothes his hands over your body, a sudden sense of gentleness following his movements. You feel his weight leave the bed and you lay there, waiting for Jay to return.
When he does, he has a bottle of water and a wet washcloth. Jay doesnât even let you attempt to move, just shushes you as he carefully wipes you down and finds your long-forgotten clothes on the floor.Â
âAre you okay - for real?â
You nod and giggle at his sudden soft disposition, âYes, Jay. Iâm fine,â you reach out for your boyfriend, âcâmere.â
He accepts your spent invitation, settling directly on top of you as you huff out a dramatic breath and mumble something about him being heavy. Jay just mocks you, reaching for his phone. He spends some time on it, splitting the video into chunks small enough to send to his friends. Jay kisses your head and your cheek and anywhere else accessible to him; he simply refuses to leave you without affection.
Jay sends the clips to his groupchat, one by one until almost the whole encounter is in the hands of Jake, Sunghoon, and Heeseung. He tosses his phone onto the bed, settling on top of you while he continues peppering you with kisses.
Barely two minutes later, Jayâs phone buzzes - five, six, seven times. It keeps buzzing, but Jay just laughs into your hair.
âSounds like they like it,â he mumbles into you, âI hope you werenât lying about letting them join.â
Synopsis: When Jungkook brings his friend Eunwoo over for a late-night drink, you hadnât expected to be the eveningâs entertainment. Clad in only a skimpy nightgown, your bratty refusal to follow orders earns you more attention than you bargained for. Under Jungkookâs firm hand, and with Eunwooâs curious gaze, youâre pushed to the edge and back, your obedience tested, your limits blurred.
Pairing: Idol Jungkook x Reader x Idol Eunwoo
Word count: 5,118
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Little plot/lots of smut, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, voyeurism, light humiliation, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), use of honorifics
A/N: Hi beautiful people! ৠâ§âË đľ â Thank you guys so much for 100 followers!! I am so overwhelmed with the abundance of love I am receiving and I am so appreciative that you all take time out of your day to read my ficsđŤśđ˝! I have a very smutty gift for you all, lol. But I hope you guys enjoy it. I definitely had to go touch some grass after this lol.
Tonight is one of the rare occasions Jungkook hangs out with his friends. It doesnât happen often, his schedule too demanding. But lately, things have lightened up, giving him some room to breathe.
He usually gets in late, so you know better than to wait up.
But for some reason, sleep doesnât come easy tonight. So you curl up on the couch with Bam, the glow of the TV casting shifting light across the walls as you catch up on a Netflix series.
Youâre halfway through an episode when you hear the jingle of keys and the soft thud of the door. Bamâs ears perk up as he bounds off the couch, knocking the remote over in his pursuit.
You stay put, blanket wrapped loosely around your body as you wait for Jungkook to appear.
He stumbles into the kitchen, laughing softly as Bam playfully circles his legs. He hasnât noticed you yet, his voice low, movements loose from a drink or two. You smile to yourself, soaking in the rare, unguarded version of him.
But then another figure appears behind him.
Eunwoo.
Your eyes widen and you tug the blanket tighter around yourself, sitting up just as Bam comes trotting back in.
A moment later, Jungkook appears around the corner, tossing something into the sink as he speaks to Eunwoo behind him. He stops mid-step when he spots you.
âBaby, I told you not to wait up,â he says, lips quirking into a smirk.
âI know,â you murmur, voice quiet. âI just couldnât sleep.â
He walks in slowly, looking more amused than surprised, while Eunwoo lingers in the kitchenâlike heâs unsure if he should follow.
Your fingers tighten around the blanket as you shift. âHey, Eunwoo. Nice to see you,â you say, trying to sound casual despite your current state of undress.
He bows slightly. âNice to see you too, Y/N.â
Jungkook finally drops onto the couch behind you, pulling you gently into his chest with a familiarity that makes you feel a little less exposed.
âMan, you can come sit,â he calls out to Eunwoo. âYou donât have to stand there like a weirdo.â
He lowers his voice to your ear. âItâs cool if he stays, right? We werenât expecting you to be up, so I suggested we continue our drinking at my place.â
You nod. âSure. I can give you guys a little privacy.â
You shift, attempting to stand, but Jungkookâs arm tightens slightly.
âNah, baby. Youâre good right here. More the merrier, right Eunwoo?â His tone dips, teasing, and your stomach drops.
âRight,â Eunwoo replies with a smirk, glancing briefly at you before his eyes flick to the TV, his own face on screen. The episode mustâve kept playing after the remote fell.
âWe can put something else on if you want,â you offer quickly, reaching for the remote, only for Jungkook to kick it across the floor with a sharp thud.
You look back at him, eyebrows raised.
He knows exactly what you have on. He saw it before he left. A skimpy nightgown that clings to your curves, leaving little to the imagination.
You hadnât felt the need to change out of it. This is your home, after all. But you also werenât expecting guests, otherwise you wouldâve put on a bra. And underwear.
âIâm not getting that,â you say flatly, your voice laced with annoyance.
The humor drains from Jungkookâs face almost instantly. In its place: something darker. His posture shifts, still relaxed, but commanding. You know that lookâhis dominance slipping into the space between you like a charged current.
Your breath hitches.
Jungkook leans in slightly, his voice low and sharp. âNo, Y/N. I think you are. Now.â
Before you can protest, he yanks the blanket off your lap in one swift motion, exposing the full length of your nightgown to your guest.
Heat rushes to your face, but you donât move.
You hear the slight intake of breath from Eunwoo, now seated on the adjacent couch, watching this all play out.
Still, you hesitate.
âCrawl,â Jungkook demands, the word sending a shiver down your spine. He doesnât raise his voice. He doesnât need to.
You know what crawling means. What part of you will be exposed as soon as your knees hit the floor.
âJungkook,â you whine lowly, peeking at Eunwoo. âDonât make me do this.â
Your voice is small, shaky with something you canât quite name, part embarrassment, part thrill. You clutch at whatâs left of your dignity, fingers digging into the cushion beneath you.
But Jungkook just stares. Slow. Deliberate. His eyes glitter with control.
âYou shouldâve thought about that before you started acting like a brat,â he says coolly, the amusement in his voice gone. âNow be a good girl. Or Iâll make it worse.â
Your stomach flips at the warning.
From the side, you feel Eunwooâs gaze lingering, steady and unrelenting. He hasnât spoken again, hasnât moved, but the awareness of him is enough to make your skin prickle.
Still, you hesitate for one breath longer.
Then your knees slide forward.
The first brush of the floor against your bare skin sends a shiver through your spine. You keep your eyes down, but you feel the shift in the room instantly. Your nightgown rides up just as you feared, baring the backs of your thighs. Your most vulnerable parts kissed by the cool air.
You hear the faintest curse under Eunwooâs breath.
Shame licks up your chest. Arousal coils low in your belly.
And still, Jungkook says nothing.
Not until you reach the remote.
âNow bring it to me,â he says, voice calm and collected, like he hasnât just unraveled you with a single command.
You grab the remote and turn, cheeks flushed, arm extended as you offer it back to Jungkook, eyes avoiding his completely.
He doesnât take it right away.
Instead, he leans back, one arm draped casually along the back of the couch. His eyes trail over your body, slowly, unapologetically, lingering on the spot where the nightgown has risen.
You swallow hard, pulse racing in your throat. He finally reaches out, brushing his fingers against yours as he takes the remote. The small contact sends a shiver to your core.
He turns the TV off. The muted LED light becomes the only illumination in the room.
You stay there on your knees, feeling the weight of not just Jungkookâs gazeâbut another. Steadier. Quieter.
Eunwoo.
He sits on the adjacent couch, manspread with a glass in his hand, watching your every move. A part of you burns under his attention. But another part of you⌠revels in it.
Jungkook lets the silence stretch.
Then, he hooks two fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to his. The touch is gentle, but thereâs nothing soft in his expression.
âShe had to be told twice,â he says, voice low, almost thoughtful. âYou know how much I hate repeating myself.â
He doesnât look at you when he says it. He looks at Eunwoo.
âWhat do you think?â he asks, tone casual. âShould I punish her?â
A slow sip from the glass. Ice clinks. A pause.
âShe was a little mouthy,â Eunwoo replies, voice calm but edged now with something darker. âIâd say she needs reminding.â
Jungkook hums, satisfied.
âThought so,â he says, his thumb brushing lazily over your bottom lip like heâs testing how much more youâll take. âI think she forgot who she belongs to for a second.â
You canât speak. Your breath catches in your throat, your body warm all over.
And the worst part?
Theyâre talking about you like youâre not even there.
Like youâre already theirs to decide over.
The room feels heavier now, the dim LED glow throwing soft shadows across their faces. Bam has long since retreated to another room. The only sound is the faint clink of ice as Eunwoo swirls the liquor in his glass.
Jungkook shifts on the couch, one hand dragging lazily down your neck to the exposed dip of your collarbone.
âYou like being watched, donât you?â he murmurs, more a statement than a question.
You open your mouth, but no sound comes.
Jungkook leans in, voice a whisper meant only for you. âSay it.â
Your throat tightens. The words catch somewhere between embarrassment and arousal, but theyâre there.
âYes,â you breathe. Barely audible. Barely brave.
Your response is met with a sharp, sudden slap to your cheek. Not hard enough to harm, but enough to sting. Enough to make your eyes water instantly.
Heat blooms beneath your skin. Arousal stirs in your stomach like a low flame catching wind. Shame curls in your chest, quickly eclipsed by the wetness pooling between your thighs.
Jungkookâs voice slices through the silence, low, controlled, and unmistakably commanding.
âYes what?â
Your gaze snaps up to meet his, lips parting before the answer even fully forms.
âYes, sir,â you whisper, breath hitching, your tone full of submission, and something deeper.
Need.
He nods in approval.
âGood,â he murmurs, his thumb pressing firmly against your lips until they part. He slips it inside, resting it on your tongue.
You obey without thinking, lips sealing around the digit, your cheeks hollowing as you suck. Slow, deliberate.
His eyes darken.
âThatâs it,â Jungkook hums, watching you.
His other hand strokes lazily through your coarse fro, tightening just enough to ache at the scalp.
He leans in, voice low. âLetâs show Eunwoo how well you use this mouth, hmm? Iâm sure heâs been dying to see.â
Your breath catches.
Jungkook shifts in his seat, legs spreading slightly as he guides you forward with a gentle but firm tug of your hair. Your knees slide between his thighs, slow and trembling, until youâre eye level with the thick outline pressing against his jeans.
Youâre certain thereâs a puddle beneath you now. Your thighs already slick, sticky from how turned on you are. The room feels hotter, tighter, as you shift your weight, trying to breathe through it.
With shaking hands, you reach for his belt. The sound of the buckle coming undone echoes louder than it should in the quiet room, and you feel every heartbeat between your ears.
Stage fright tugs at your chest, the weight of two sets of eyes on you pressing down like a heavy hand.
But more than anything, you want to do good. For Jungkook.
Your fingers work quickly, tugging the waistband of his boxers down just enough.
A small, involuntary gasp slips past your lips as his cock springs freeâthick, flushed, and already half-hard. No matter how many times youâve seen it, it always steals your breath. Always makes your throat tighten in both anticipation and awe.
A shudder runs through you.
You glance up.
Jungkook watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted slightly like heâs already imagining how youâll take him. One hand remains tangled in your hair, possessive. Guiding.
But itâs Eunwoo you feel, too.
Still silent. Still watching.
His hand flexes around his glass now, knuckles pale. His eyes drag slowly from Jungkookâs cock down to your lipsâand you swear his jaw ticks.
Heat floods your cheeks, and your core pulses.
Then Jungkook tilts your chin again, commanding your attention back to him.
âEyes on me,â he murmurs. âMake it pretty.â
You inhale through your nose and lean forward, lips brushing against his tip, warm and heavy against your mouth. You press a soft kiss there first, reverent. Then your tongue flicks out, kittenish and slow, tasting him, your lips wrapping around the crown in a motion thatâs more worship than act.
Jungkookâs jaw flexes.
âGood girl,â he breathes, the praise curling low in your stomach.
You take him deeper, inch by inch, one hand wrapping around the base, the other steadying yourself on his thigh. Your mouth works gently, your tongue sliding along the underside, and he groansâdeep and approving.
But itâs not long before his patience thins.
His hand tightens in your hair, not hard, but firm, guiding you off of him slowly before pulling you right back down, just a little deeper than you dared on your own.
Your throat clenches around him and you fight back a gag.
âThatâs it,â he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. âLet me use that pretty mouth. You wanted to be good, didnât you?â
You nod around him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. The stretch burns, but so does the need. The arousal between your thighs now unbearable.
Jungkook finds a rhythm, hips rolling slowly, steadily. His hand keeps you in place, fingers fisted in your hair, dragging you forward again and again until your lips are wet, your cheeks hollowed, your jaw aching in that addictive, perfect way.
The room is quiet except for the sound of your breathing, the faint suction of your mouth around him, and the soft, broken groans Jungkook lets slip when your tongue swirls just right.
You lose yourself in it, lips stretched, jaw burning, the warmth of his cock filling your mouth and your senses. Every little noise he makes feeds your hunger to keep going, to do better.
Youâre so focused on pleasing him, so wrapped up in his rhythm and praise, that you almost forget.
Youâre not alone.
The sudden heat of a palm sliding over your ass makes you jolt.
You flinch instinctively, trying to lift your head, but Jungkookâs hand presses firmly on the back of your skull, holding you in place.
Thenâ
Smack.
The slap stings sharp and sudden, echoing through the room, your ass heating from the touch.
You moan around him, more shocked than hurtâtightening instinctively around his length.
Jungkook sighs at the feeling. âFuck.â
âStay still, pretty,â he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. âEunwoo just wants a taste.â
Your body tenses.
The realization makes your skin flush with heat, your thighs trembling as your arousal pulses between your legs.
You can feel Eunwoo shift behind you, the air moving with him, closer and lower. A second later, a warm breath fans over your core, and you jolt forward, but Jungkook doesnât let you go.
A broad hand spreads across your lower back. Steady. Possessive.
Followed by a slow, deliberate lick up your center.
Your moan is immediate, muffled around the thick length still resting on your tongue. The sensation is overwhelming. Your thighs twitch, your fingers dig into Jungkookâs jeans, and your knees threaten to give out.
Eunwoo does it again. Slower. Flatter. A lazy stripe that has your spine arching and your hips rolling back into him without permission.
Another slap, harsher this time. It burns hot across your skin, sure to leave a mark.
âStay still, Eunwoo mumbles against your flesh.
You cry out around Jungkookâs cock, the noise muffled, swallowed, but not unnoticed.
You tryâGod, you tryâbut your body is vibrating, torn between the ache in your throat, the wet heat between your legs, and the sharp sting of his palm still seared into your skin.
âYou hear that?â Jungkook says from above, his voice calm, amused. âYouâre making him work harder than he should have to.â
You whimper, throat tightening as tears blur your vision.
âYou gonna behave?â he asks.
You nod desperately, your body trembling, breath stuttering around his length.
âUse your words, baby.â
You pull back just enough to speak, voice hoarse and soaked in heat.
âYes, sir,â you whisper.
Another deep hum from Eunwoo. A teasing lick against your folds. âSheâs learning,â he says, almost to himself.
Jungkook exhales a slow breath. âGood,â he says. âThen sheâs ready.â
In one swift motion, he lifts you off his cock, hand still firm in your hair as you gaspâspit and pre-cum dripping down your chin, glistening in the low light. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath, the room spinning slightly with heat and humiliation.
âUp,â he murmurs.
You obey immediately, legs shaky as you rise to your feet.
He doesnât give you time to adjust before heâs guiding you again, hands on your waist, spinning you to face Eunwoo.
Jungkook pulls you into his lap with practiced ease, your back pressed to his chest, your legs falling naturally over his spread thighs.
âSpread your legs,â he hums in your ear, breath warm against your neck. âLet Eunwoo see how pretty that pussy is.â
Your core clenches at his words.
Still breathless, you let your knees fall open slowlyâpainfully aware of how soaked you are, of how your arousal glistens between your thighs
Jungkookâs hands slide down to your inner thighs, thumbs gently pulling you open wider, until thereâs no room left for modesty. No hiding.
Only display.
âSheâs fucking soaked,â Eunwoo mutters from between your legs. âMessy little thing, arenât you?â
The sound of his voice that close, rough, soaked in hunger, sends a jolt straight through your spine. You twitch in Jungkookâs lap, breath catching in your throat as your thighs try to close on instinct.
But Jungkook doesnât let you.
His hands tighten around your legs, keeping them open, keeping you exposed.
âNuh-uh,â he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. âYou wanted to be a brat earlier, remember? This is what happens.â
Your body trembles in his grasp.
Eunwoo leans in closer, breath fanning across your inner thighs, nose nearly brushing your center.
Jungkookâs fingers trail down your chest, toying with the hem of your nightgown, dragging it higher.
âShe can take it,â he says, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âShe doesnât have much of a choice.â
Eunwoo doesnât wait a second longer.
He dives back in, this time far less polite, tongue firm, confident, moving with purpose. The first stroke has your head rolling back against Jungkookâs shoulder, your mouth dropping open in a silent cry.
Your legs try to close againâtoo much, itâs too muchâbut Jungkook holds them apart, pulling them against your chest to give Eunwoo better access.
âTake it,â he murmurs, voice all silk and command. âLet him taste all of it.â
Eunwoo moans into you, his tongue lapping deep, his mouth messier now, hungrier. Each swipe of his tongue is firmer, more deliberate.
Your breath catches on a sob, your hips stuttering against Jungkookâs grip. Youâre trembling, thighs shaking in his hands, the pressure between your legs coiling tight and dangerous.
âShit,â you whisper, voice barely there.
But Jungkook hears it.
He chuckles, dark and low in your ear. âAlready?â
You nod, eyes clenched shut, your whole body drawn taut like a wire pulled to its limit.
âEunwoo,â Jungkook says, voice smooth but clipped now, âSlow down. Sheâs not allowed to cum yet.â
You canât move, not with your legs pinned to your chest, not with Jungkookâs arm locking you in place like you belong there.
Eunwoo groans against you, but obeys, his movements softening, tongue flattening, pulling back into something maddeningly slow and shallow.
It doesnât stop the build. If anything, it makes it worse.
You squirm in Jungkookâs hold, whimpering, your hands flying to grip his thighs as your high teeters just out of reach.
âPlease,â you breathe, barely coherent. âPlease, sirâpleaseââ
Jungkook tilts your face toward him, lips brushing your temple.
âNot yet, baby,â he murmurs. âNot until I say.â
You whimper, desperate, frantic, as Eunwooâs mouth moves with cruel precision.
Every lick is slower. Every flick of his tongue more deliberate. But then his lips close around your clit, and suck.
Just right.
Your whole body jerks in Jungkookâs lap, a broken cry tearing from your throat before you can stop it.
âNoâfuckâpleaseââ
He doesnât stop. His mouth locks there, tongue swirling in sync with every tug of suction, and your vision goes white at the edges. Your nails dig into Jungkookâs thighs, and your hips try to rut forward, chasing it, needing it.
And all the while, Jungkook holds you steady.
âYou wanna cum that bad?â he breathes against your jaw. âAfter being a brat?â
You nod frantically, tears prickling behind your eyes.
âI canâtâIâplease, sir.â
A beat of silence. Thenâ
âCum.â
The second the word leaves his mouth, your body shatters.
Your orgasm hits hard. Unforgiving, hot and fast and violent as it rips through you. Your thighs clamp instinctively around Eunwooâs head, but Jungkook forces them open, making you take it, making you feel all of it.
You sob his name, both of their names, as your hips tremble and your breath breaks.
Eunwoo doesnât stop until youâre fully undone, until the overstimulation starts to blur into pain, and even then it takes Jungkookâs voiceâstern, finalâto end it.
âThatâs enough.â
Eunwoo pulls back, chin glistening, chest rising with his own heavy breaths.
Jungkook presses a soft kiss to the side of your temple, his voice lower now. âGood girl.â
He pushes you off of him without a word, and you flop onto the couch, boneless and trembling.
Your hit the cushions with a soft thud, thighs still twitching, chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. The room spins a little, your pulse thudding in your ears, every nerve in your body humming with aftershock.
The cool air kisses your soaked skin, reminding you of how messy and exposed you are.
You try to pull your nightgown down to cover yourself, but Jungkook catches your wrist mid-movement.
âUh-uh,â he says, firm but quiet. âWeâre not done.â
He maneuvers you onto your hands and knees, your body weak as you struggle to hold yourself up. âPlease sir, I need a minute,â you beg. But it falls on death ears.
Heâs already lining himself up against your pussy, running his head through your messy folds before sinking in. To the hilt.
You yelp at how full you are with no prep, the burn causing your eyes to water as your arms buckle beneath you.
âEunwoo, how about you test out her mouth,â Jungkook grits out as he fucks you slowly. Dragging his dick all the way out, just fill you to the brim all over again.
âSheâs already warmed up,â Jungkook murmurs. âMight as well put her to use.â
You donât protest. You canât. Your limbs feel heavy, your mind swimming in submission, anticipation, and the lingering throb of overstimulation.
âI thought youâd never ask,â Eunwoo says as he stands, walking over to the edge of the couch.
He lifts your chin, forcing you make eye contact with him as he brushes a curl from your face. You were sure your twist-out would be no good by the end of the night.
You watch as he unzips his jeans, releasing his monstrous dick. It was no longer than Jungkookâs, but boy was it girthy.
A sharp thrust from behind sends you gasping for air and Eunwoo takes the opportunity to slip between your lips.
âFuck,â he moans out causing Jungkook to chuckle, palming the globes of your ass as he drives into you.
âI told you,â he pants out, âher mouth is unreal.
Heâs heavy on your tongue, and a little salty from precum, but you donât mind. Though you struggle to keep up with them both. As one pulls out the other thrusts deeper, you caught in the middle, like a spit roast.
You try to engage, bobbing your head on Eunwooâs cock, bouncing your ass back to meet Jungkookâs thrusts, but itâs no use. You were no match for these two.
Eunwoo works you until jaw hurts and you muster up the courage to pinch his thigh, signaling him to stop. He pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop and you gasp for breath, coughing slightly.
âYou ok baby,â Jungkook asks. Concern in his voice, though he doesnât slow up, hip pounding into your ass.
You could feel your second orgasm steadily approaching, and you were sure he could too by how hard your walls were contracting around him.
âFuck,â he sighs out breathless as he slaps your ass, obsessed with the jiggle in response. âDoes my princess want to cum?â He asks, earning a shutter from you in response.
He grips you by the hair, arching your back as the head of his dick stabs you right on that special spot, making you see stars.
He tightens his hold in your hair, causing you to wince. âAnswer me,â he growls in your ear.
You stare straight ahead at Eunwoo, whoâs currently fisting his cock as he watches, the tip an angry purple.
âYes sir, please let-,â your voice sounds pathetic but you donât give a fuck. âLet me cum please. I canât take it,â
He laughs releasing you as he pulls out. You flop back into the couch, well spent.
âI canât let you come again before our guest Y/N. Thatâs bad hospitality. Now spin around and present that pretty pussy for Eunwoo. Iâm sure heâs been dying to get inside.â Jungkook commands, nudging you.
It takes a minute, but you comply on shaky legs, giving Eunwoo a clear shot of your soaked pussy.
âSo pretty,â he whispers, rubbing a finger through your folds, before sinking in slowly.
You glance over your shoulder and watch as he pulls his digit out of you, popping the finger in his mouth and sucking.
You hang your head, surprised. Who the fuck knew Eunwoo was this freaky.
Too caught off guard by his act, you arenât prepared for when he sinks in, dick pulsating inside of you.
It doesnât burn as much anymore, but the stretch was still there.
âDo what you want, but donât cum inside,â Jungkook warns Eunwoo, watching from his end of the couch.
Eunwoo huffs out a laugh, hips slamming against in your ass, jostling you into Jungkook.
âYouâre doing so good princess,â Jungkook says as he pats your face. âYouâre taking Eunwoo so well.â
He smooths the sweaty curls out of your face as you whine. Eunwooâs dick had a sick curve to it, and it was hitting you just right, you wouldnât last much longer.
âI need to cum,â you choke out, orgasm approaching stronger than the first. Eunwooâs thrust were growing irregular behind you, off-beat signaling he wasnât too far behind.
âOh you need to huh?â Jungkook asks, teasing. âToo bad.â
You groan resting your head on your forearms as you take it, fighting the urge for as long as humanly possible.
âPlease sir, I canât hold it,â you cry, begging for mercy. You stare at him with a tear streaked face, completely ruined.
âI donât know baby, I think you can wait a little longer,â Jungkook trails off, chuckling as you welp when Eunwoo leans forward, fingers circling your clit.
âFuck! Sheâs squeezing me so tight,â Eunwoo gasps out, hips stuttering.
He plows into you once more before pulling out, seed spilling all over you ass. You feel it trickle down your thighs, Eunwoo rubbing it into your skin.
Jungkook slouches down in front of you, stroking his cock. He still hasnât cum yet either. Fuck.
âCome ride me, Y/N,â he says, voice dripping with arousal.
âI canât,â you whine out, âI canât feel my legs,â you were struggling to hold yourself up, completely spent.
âAre you telling me no, Y/N?â He asks voice deep, lacking any humor. Goosebumps pierce your skin.
âOf course not, Sir,â you hurry out, mustering up the energy to move towards him.
Eunwoo had slouched down into the couch, watching hungrily as he comes down from his orgasm
Jungkook helps you out, hoisting you up by the arms as you struggle to line yourself up his cock.
When you sink down on it, the both of you hiss, your legs giving out forcing you to engulf the whole length.
You wrap your arms around his neck and he latches onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming you right back down.
The pace is slow, Jungkook enjoying the fucked out look on your face. You were so beautiful to him. So ethereal like this, coming undone on his cock.
âYou did so good today, baby,â he praises as he quickens his thrust. âYou took the both of us so well, I think you deserve an award.â
The praise goes straight to your core, your orgasm circling back. âPlease sirâŚâ you trail off unable to complete the sentence. You need this release.
He kisses your temple, then your nose and cheek, before finally your lips, before finally saying the words youâve been dying to hear. âCum for me Y/N.â
And you do.
Your orgasm rushes over you so intense that you shout out as your vision blurs. You clinch like a vice around Jungkook, sending him over the edge as he paints your walls.
âFuck Baby,â he groans against you, fucking you through it, making it all the more intense.
You slump against him, mind soft and distant, like someone turned the volume down on the world. Your body melts into his, boneless and quiet, your skin humming with the aftershocks of release. Thoughts barely forms, just sensation: his warmth at your front, the steady thump of his heart, the low rumble of his voice somewhere far away.
You donât speak. You canât.
You only breathe,slow and shallow, as the room sways gently around you, everything hazy and far away. A gentle fog wraps around your thoughts
It takes you a minute to come back around, a lot longer than you realize. When awareness finally starts to return, youâre no longer on the couch, no longer bare and trembling under their gaze.
Youâre warm.
Clean.
Wrapped in blankets and the steady rhythm of Jungkookâs heartbeat beneath your cheek.
His chest rises and falls beneath you, one hand stroking lazy, comforting circles into your back. The scent of him is all around you.
âItâs okay, baby,â he murmurs against your hair, kissing your head softly. âIâm here. You were so good for us, princess.â
Your throat is dry when you whisper, âWhereâs Eunwoo?â
Jungkook smiles against your temple, voice still low, still gentle. âHe left a little while ago. He wanted me to let you know that he enjoyed tonight.â
Heat blooms across your cheeks, slow and deep.
You bury your face further into Jungkookâs chest, heart fluttering at the thought. Youâll never be able to see Eunwoo the same after this.
Jungkook chuckles softly. âDonât get shy on me now,â he murmurs, voice rich with warmth. âYou were everything I knew youâd be,â he adds, pressing a kiss to your temple. âAnd more.â
You smile against his skin, body still heavy but finally at peace.
The two of you drift off to sleep after thatâtangled in sheets, in each other, and in the quiet aftermath of something you both know neither of you will forget.
A/N: I definitely need to go touch some grass after this, lol! But thank you guys so much for 100 followers!! As I post this Iâm already at 199, which is so crazy because I literally just hit 100 a few days agođ! I appreciate you guys so much and Iâm so happy you take time out of your day to read my fics!! đđđŤśđ˝đ
đĄđ¨đ° đ˛đ¨đŽ đĽđ˘đ¤đ đ˘đ - song mingi x fem reader
wc: 5.1k
cw: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!, recreational drug use (weed), porn with no plot at all apart from they love eachother, a lot of perving on mingi, dom!mingi and he does what he wants to you basically bc you want him so bad but heâs just as desperate, really they're down bad your honour
synopsis: you and your boyfriend are smoking and he looks too fucking good.
a/n: me thirsting over mingi as your resident stoner cousin but as a fic
sw: they fuck high but theyâre both very consenting, masturbation (while u watch), nipple play (while he watch), a lot of manhandling, a lot of dirty talk like filthy stuff he doesnât shut up please believe me, they're both sleazy and dirty, some degradation, like 2 lines of daddy kink because i do what i want, p in v unprotected, praise, big dick mingi and he knows how to use it, one line of âlittle girlâ, wet messy dirty sex, begging, riding, backshots, talks to ur pussy, creampie, breeding kink kinda heavy
Itâs all getting to be a bit too much.Â
Thereâs way too much of your boyfriendâs skin exposed right now, and itâs too much to handle. Mingi's thighs are spread, muscular, honey toned skin contrasting deliciously against the black leather of the sofa, and a small rolling tray rests upon his lap. His dark baggy basketball shorts have rolled up with his movements to show those thick, thick thighs, and the dark hair littered across the softer skin that you can see has your mouth watering. Surely you must be ovulating, looking at your boyfriend like heâs a piece of meat that you could fucking devour right now, fingers twitching in your lap like they do when you want another toke except you want to suck on something else.
His black tank top ensures that you can see his arms, bulging slightly when he moves, and his big hands and his fingers⌠theyâre long, dexterous, packing the weed into the paper. Not only were they deep inside of you last night, but they were shoved into your mouth afterwards, accompanied by a light tap to the face with his other hand, his plump lips curling up in a pleased snarl but his eyes filled with love and devotion. You sigh, body heating up. Your eyes rake his frame, and you land on his face.Â
Heâs smirking, and you see his tongue poke out between plump lips, hands bringing the paper to his mouth. Your brain becomes filled with thoughts of his tongue poking elsewhere, between your legs, against your pussy that must be sopping by now - something else he did last night, until you were crying and shaking after three orgasms and begging him to leave your poor clit be - he didnât, forcing another one out of you with a dark chuckle until you really kicked at his chest with your socked foot.
âMean,â Heâd mumbled, eyes glinting with mischief as his long fingers wrapped around your ankle, catching your movements. He tutted, crawling over you. Heâs so big that you shivered, stomach bubbling with arousal all over again. âAfter I just made your little cunt feel so nice too. Donât tell me I have to split it all the way open to make you be a good girl for me.â
Your cheeks heat up. You clear your throat. The entire environment is making you dizzy, and youâre not sure if itâs the smoke dissipating across the room or the way Mingi just fucking is.
He mustâve finished rolling while you were staring, because heâs sealed the paper shut and he begins to pack the joint, wrapping his fingers around the cone and tapping the base of it down on the tray absentmindedly. You clear your throat again, rub your eyes as if itâs going to help and really, you expect to have gotten away with it - but while heâs making the jerking motion with his hand, his head rolls back against the couch and his eyes finally fixate on you.Â
âOh,â You sigh. It looks like heâs jerking off if you just look at his face, seeing the movement of his arm from the corner of your eyes. You feel like a teenager again, slicking up in your cotton panties over something so simple.Â
His eyes are too intense, always are, always have been, and theyâre half lidded now, the whites a little pink. Heâs high. You know heâs high, because youâve smoked two joints with him already, but you also know thereâs something else swimming in there. He licks over his lips, slow smirk forming and you realise - heâs horny too, and heâs being crude about it. Your pussy pools in your underwear. âMingi. Why-â
âWhat were you doing? Getting wet, perving on me?â Heâs blunt about it, always has been since the start. It works on you, always has. He leans closer, making your breath hitch. You think youâve gotten him without confessing to your desires openly, the smoke filled scent of him enveloping you. Suddenly it all stops, and heâs turning back to the tray, twisting the end of the joint. Heâs smiling cheekily now, his teeth visible in the soft lamp light, the sudden change giving you whiplash - what is he doing to you? âYouâre going to have to work harder than that, baby.â
âWha- Mingi?!â You splutter, floored. âOkay, one, yes. I was perving on you. Two, Mingi, youâre easy.â
âI am,â Despite his words heâs like the cat who got the cream, the epitome of smug, slotting the joint between his plush lips. It hangs out of his mouth, and he discards the tray to the side table before turning back to you, spreading his thick thighs further, straining against the hem of his shorts.Â
Your gaze goes down again, unable to control it when youâre buzzed. Heâs hard. Heâd swear he always is around you simply due to your presence, but itâs obvious when itâs Mingi because heâs so big, and itâs thick and long and heavy in there, tenting his shorts. You can see the outline of it - even the shape of his round, fat balls a bit lower down. He stretches his thighs open further, relaxes into it a bit because he knows youâre watching, and the way you heat up would be almost embarrassing if you didnât know that heâs doing it deliberately. âThis weed is supposed to make you a little horny. Iâve been horny as fuck. I can just jerk off and make you watch, though. I know youâd listen to me. Such a good girl, arenât you?â
âYou wouldnât really do that,â You argue, having nothing to say to the second part because you would listen because you love him so badly. Would he do that? Heâs typically dominant, sure, but heâs never denied your pleasure; he actually likes to give you so much of it that youâre sobbing and begging for him to ease up on you.
Mingi clicks the lighter and the joint is lit. You watch him inhale, the way his chest raises and the way it falls when he exhales. He licks over his bottom lip and smirks again, confident, nodding at the floor, âwouldnât I? Get on your knees.â
âWhat?â You blink. He takes another drag and places the joint at your lips, allowing you to take a few drags. The weed is sharp, a stronger strain than what youâd normally get but with your big, high tolerance boyfriend staying for a couple of days, you had no choice. Itâs not long before heâs tapping your hip, urging you onto the floor. When you donât move, continuing to smoke, enjoying the way it makes your limbs tingle his hand comes down on your ass, a lot harder than the sweet taps heâs just given you.
âThatâs enough now, baby. On your knees.â
Your head is spinning just from the few tokes you took, and you make the conclusion that the way heâs acting is making it worse. Still, you scurry to the floor, knees hitting the hardwood of your living in your pyjama trousers, mind fuzzy.
Mingi takes a second to examine you. Your chest is heaving already, and you havenât dared touch, not until he says, and his teeth bite into his bottom lip as he watches you. Heâs pretty up there, long, dark hair boyish in his eyes and he blows it out of the way when he exhales, jaw clicking. He moves the joint to the ashtray on the side table to free up his hands, and then he lifts his hips to push his shorts down those thick thighs.
Heâs not wearing underwear underneath. It doesnât surprise you, given the amount of detail you could see when he was clothed and also that heâs a massive slut for you, self-proclaimed, always trying to get your attention. He immediately takes his swollen shaft in his hand with a soft huff. Even with the size of his hands, his dick looks huge, thick and veiny in all the right places. His cockhead is a little pinker than the rest of it, flushed with arousal, and heâs so fucking hard too, swiping at the precum with his thumb. Youâre pretty sure youâre about to have an aneurysm when he pushes it down to tap the tip against your lips.Â
He grabs the joint, pushing the head of his cock between your lips. âSpit on it fâme, baby,â He exhales, and you feel debased by the way heâs still smoking while you do this, placing the end of the joint between those lips, one hand yanking up his shirt so that you can see the base of his tummy. The shape of his v-line is visible now, up to the bottom of his bellybutton and the trail of dark fuzzy hair that leads to his pubes.Â
Itâs only working to make you more aroused, and you let out a shaky breath before somehow pooling saliva on your tongue and spitting on his cockhead. The weedâs made your mouth a little dry, but it works - the wetness dripping over his shaft makes him groan instantly, and he uses his palm to rub over his piss slit and spread your spit all the way down. âThatâs good, so good for me. Bet your pussyâs wetter, though. Is it all wet and messy? Bet your little clitâs swollen too, your hole clenching like it does when it wants me to ruin it.â
âY-yes,â You stutter - you know it is, and Mingi chuckles. He knows it too, and the thought of it is driving him insane, head rolling against the sofa. He always babbles when he gets horny, lost in his own fantasies, spare hand gripping at the cushions. His own chest is heaving too now that heâs working at his cock, palm pumping his shaft. Itâs hard for him to hold back already, and his eyes are low, watching your face as you stare down at his cock. âCan I- can I touch myself too?â
âNo,â Heâs abrupt, firm, despite how his cock is leaking like a faucet over the way youâre just sitting there, watching, so submissive for him, and it makes you whine. He jerks his cock, speeding up his hand, squeezing his tip until it leaks more pearly precum. It drips over his fingers and you moan, wanting nothing more than to lick it up, your tummy curling at the sight. His eyes scrutinise you, chest exhaling shaky breaths as he works himself to his orgasm. âOh, youâre so fucking- pull your shirt up, gimme somethinâ to work with. Show me your tits, baby, show daddy.â
âPervert,â You mumble, but youâre yanking the fabric upwards anyway because your pussy is too wet to think. As soon as he sees your skin, Mingi groans, and you swipe your thumb over one nipple for good measure. If itâs pissing him off that youâre touching yourself he doesnât show it, only starting to leisurely fuck upwards into his fist, eyes fixated on you like youâre the best porn heâs ever seen, moans and whimpers tumbling from his lips.Â
Your underwear is sticking to your pussy at this point, swollen bud throbbing for attention as he just waves his cock in front of you, the most tempted youâve ever been - heâs too fucking hot, and he knows exactly how to get you going, one of the things you love about him.Â
âI wanna fuck them, best fuckinâ tits Iâve seen,â He blurts, and you flush, letting your hands brush over them, cupping and jiggling the flesh. He moans high when you do it this time, sucking his teeth with furrowed eyebrows, so you do it again, and his hips buck into his fist. âDirty- dirty girl, touchinâ your tits for me. My little pornstar, so pretty.â
âMingi, please, I wanna-â
His other fist forms a circle around his cockhead, and he moans, long and gravelly, cutting you off. âFu-uck, fuck, baby, wait,â He babbles, shaking his head, and his hips pick up pace. Heâs fucking both fists as if theyâre a pussy, and his eyes clench shut, head rolling back. You think you might cum at the sight of him, finally moving your hands to rub up his thighs to give him something and he whines this time, eyes looking at you like youâve hung the moon - he canât believe you let him treat you like this. It gets his dick rock hard every time, and heâs always so eager, handsy and pleading as much as he makes you take it. âNo, almost- shit, get up here.â
You clamber to your feet almost immediately. Itâs embarrassing, but Mingiâs hands have already moved from his cock, making their way to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh. He pulls you to sit yourself on top of him and hooks two fingers into your underwear, all so sudden, yanking them to the side. A web of arousal connects the fabric to your folds, and he licks his lips upon seeing your cunt, so pleased to see the hole that belongs to him.Â
âThatâs so fucking hot. Shit, youâre that wet from seeing me stroke my cock? Can I just put it in?â He asks, and you nod eagerly, moving closer to him with a hand on one broad shoulder. Heâs wide, and you have to be spread wide to accommodate him, thighs lax over his and his overpowering presence making your tummy burn with arousal. Youâre so close now that he yanks the t-shirt youâre wearing up - his, so big that it reaches your thighs, and lets his cock brush against your tummy with his movements. Heâs impatient, lifting you up by your waist to bump his tip against your clit and let it slide through the mess of slick on your pussy. The glide is easy, his shaft slicking up with your arousal. âIâm gonna make you wait again if this is how wet you get, honey.â
Heâs smiling wide, toothy, pleased, pushing his cock through your noisy, sticky folds over and over and you grumble. âDonât you- fucking dare- god, give it- ah-â
He takes that moment to pull your hips down, sliding his cock inside of you, still effortlessly hard and so big. His lips part as if to prompt you to keep talking, eyebrow raising, but youâre rendered completely wordless on his lap.Â
âAh, there you go. Thatâs nice, isnât it? Nice ân big,â Mingi thrusts up just once, letting himself get fully situated inside of you. He gives you the moment to adjust and reaches to the ashtray, lighting the joint once again. This time, he passes it to you, making sure you get your fix. It would be a nice gesture if his large palms didnât immediately go to your ass, spreading your asscheeks open and planting his feet on the floor to thrust upwards hard.
âMmngh- oh, oh my god, Mingi!â You keen, struggling to keep the joint in your hand. Still, you take your three puffs like a good girl just as he wanted and hold it to his lips yourself. He grinds into you so sensually, plump lips parted just enough to hold the joint between them as he inhales, eyes fixated on you as he shoves his cock deep and gets so stoned youâre not sure how he fucks you so good. He looks good now too, cheeks dusted pink from his high and eyes low, lips curled in a satisfied little smirk. Heâs making sure you feel every overwhelming inch of him before he begins to chase his pleasure. âThatâs good. Oh, Mingi, itâs so deep, sâgood-â
âShut up and take it, n-nasty little girl,â He mumbles, smoke tumbling from his mouth and you can tell by the way he says it that heâs hesitant to speak to you like that. The response he gets has him more confident.Â
You keen, high and loud in your throat, and youâre so dizzy with it all, arms going limp yet still trying to grip onto his biceps for dear life. You let him manhandle you onto your back on the sofa and you donât even complain when he blows smoke in your face with his other tokes. Itâs erratic, the air is hot and heavy from the smoke and the passion is consistent between the two of you, making you struggle to focus - youâre just letting him do whatever he wants, as per usual, the way you both like it. He spreads your thighs wide, letting the pits of your knees rest on his forearms.Â
The change in position only drives his dick deeper and you swear you can feel him deep in your guts, aided when his palms press flat against your tummy to keep you in place for him. Like this, he kisses you for the first time since you started playing, body curled over yours and joint discarded in the ashtray once again.Â
Mingi would swear thereâs nothing better than kissing you, not even a joint after a long day. He moans deeply into the kiss, hips moving on autopilot. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, tasting of weed, tongue licking over yours and his own teeth biting into your lip.Â
Your pussy cries for him, wet slapping noises reverberating loud enough to drown the light music and your wet kisses out and Mingi looks ruined when he finally leans back again - his chest is flushed pink beneath his tank top, his lips covered in saliva and eyebrows pinched where he looks down at where youâre connected, his shaft slick with your juices. You get this wet for him every time and he mumbles something about this is why youâre made for him, your pussy forming a ring of white cream around his base, curling his pubes with it.
He moans, staccato and broken up by the slow, steady thrusts heâs giving you. âYouâre so fucking wet, baby, so good for me, y-yeah? Shit, feels so good around my cock, I-â
âF-Faster,â You murmur, against his lips. He wraps your hair around his fist and pulls sharply, a warning, and you cry out in protest, feet thudding against his back. âFaster, faster, please, Iâve been good, want more!â
âYou have, fuck, you have, taking me so good,â He muses, chest heaving, driving his cock inside of you over and over. He pulls his tank top off from behind his neck, and youâre suddenly exposed to way, way too much skin that you want to scratch and mark up and bite into, dragging your nails down his stomach like you love to do.Â
Thankfully, heâs quick to crowd into your space, large palm pressing down on your stomach and fucking in sharply, making you feel it so deep youâre sure his cum is going to be there for days when he gives it to you. âIâll give it to you, baby. Take this fat fucking cock, listen to this- this fucking messy cunt, talkinâ to me, tellinâ me how good Iâm makinâ her feel.â
His hips snap against yours quicker now. You can hear it over the sounds of your wails, the sounds your hole makes as it gushes and throbs around his shaft, and you claw at his biceps. The heat licks at your stomach and his incessant thrusts donât make it any better, the high heâs put you in making it feel too fucking good and heâs so big, so sexy, so yours - his lips meet yours for another few messy kisses, as speechless and pleasure drunk as you are, arms wrapping around your waist.
Mingiâs so close that your clit starts to grind on him, where the mess of dark hair is, and the sudden sensation makes you squeal into the crook of his neck, bucking upwards and fucking onto him. His fat cockhead reaches that spongey spot that makes you cross eyed and you do exactly that, going limp in his hold, pussy gripping so tight he has to push hard to move although you gush so messily, down to his balls.
âThere it fuckinâ is, there it is,â He grunts, palm wrapping around your hip to pull you down against him. He bounces you in time with his thrusts, fucking against your g-spot until your eyes water and you finally bubble out a sob, eyes red and desperate. Mingiâs eyes focus back in on you and he curses, thumb swiping over your bottom lip. âGonna cum on this big dick, nice and easy, arenât you?â
His pubes stick to you with your arousal, and before long your pussy is clenching so tight he can barely pull out, only able to bounce you against him. It does the trick, keeping his cockhead focused on that spot, and you nod with a whimper; he nods back at you, fond. âI am, I am, mmngh- gonna cum so good for you, please, please-â
He coos, letting you suck his thumb, eyes full of adoration as if he isnât fucking you like he hates you. He knows your body so well, knows what you like and what gets you off - he knew you were going to cum before you did, knows that the man you love fucking you braindead is what you love the most. âLet me feel you. Youâre so close, arenât you? Can feel it, this little cunt always squeezes so tight when you- o-oh, there- there it is, f- fuck, baby, shit-â
Your orgasm hits your whole body, cunt creaming on his wide shaft and making his own eyes roll at the wetness. He manages to fuck you through it, your toes curling amidst hard, deep thrusts that focus on your g-spot, and you cry Mingiâs name over and over as tears stream from your eyes. Your pussy throbs and throbs even as you come out of it, blinking through the damp of your tears to see your boyfriendâs face, the smug smile and still red eyes he has until he leans down to kiss your hairline.
âSo sexy when you cum hard for me,â He murmurs, hips slowing to a gentle rock, until he leans backwards on his knees and pushes your legs apart, holding your legs in a vee. Even the gentle movement starts to feel overwhelming when he stretches you taut like this, and you whimper, nails scrabbling at the sofa. His abs flex as he holds you there, looking down at where youâre connected, where your abused pussy sucks his fat cock back in over and over despite your strangled little noises. âGonna use you now. Gonna- gonna use you like my toy and fill you up with my cum, you want that?â
âPlease, please-â
âNot talkinâ to you,â He huffs, thumb moving to your clit. Itâs too sensitive, and you try to writhe away but his grip holds you where you are, cock fucking a bit quicker now, sharper. âTalkinâ to her. Fuck, listen to your little pussy. Is it too big, sweetheart? No, you like it like this, donât you? You like when a big cock splits you open, so fucking easy.â
Your cunt is loud, squelching after your orgasm and only louder as he rubs messily over your clit, spreading your arousal over your mound. Heâs lost the plot, you think, too drunk in it and babbling endlessly to your goddamn pussy - this is new but heâs gonna make you cum again, and you both know it. Your teary eyes and tortured, overstimulated noises do not match his smug grin and deep, gravelly groans, however, and his lips kiss over your hairline a few more times before he pulls back to spit down against your tight hole, only making it flutter noisily.Â
âI love you so much, you know that? Love how good your cunt takes me, how desperate you get for me,â He murmurs, voice surprisingly clear and you sob wetly, nodding, quiet but he knows what you mean. His hips start to snap against yours, your hole feeling so swollen that itâs barely allowing him access but he pushes through your folds, using you for his own pleasure, his breath shaky as he moves to press his lips against yours. Your head swims with it, loving when he take take takes like this, pussy aching like youâre not sure if youâre gonna break or cum again. Mingiâs movements start to stutter when you moan airy and loud. âNeed you on your tummy, baby, daddyâs gonna- fuck- daddyâs gâna give you his cum, okay? On your tummy, like a good little breeding bitch, can you do that?â
You donât have to, which is what you expected - Mingi always likes to move you around himself, loves how pliant and fuzzy headed and whiny you are when he fucks you stoned and needy. He doesnât pull out as he flips you over by your waist, letting your body automatically arch because you know exactly what to do for him, knees parting and tits flat against the sofa, t-shirt pushed up above your chest in his frantic movements.
Itâs exactly how he wants you, ass pushing back into him and he moves, slow and steady, dick moving in and out and in and out at such a dirty grind. You let out a strangled noise at his cock moving inside you again, and his hands move to your asscheeks, pulling them apart - it stretches your pussy again, aiding the smooth movements and letting you feel every inch and vein. You realise youâre fucked and youâre gonna cum again if he carries this on, his fat, heavy balls hitting your clit, your nails scratching on the blanket, shaking your ass against his crotch in the hopes he fucks you faster.Â
âThis fat fucking ass,â He groans long, breathless, digging his blunt nails into your flesh. He spreads you apart further, swings his leg upright so his foot is flat against the cushions and forces his cock in deeper. Youâre making so much noise, barely lucid, so high from the weed and what heâs giving you, pussy only able to seize loosely from his wide cock and flood him pathetically. You canât see him, your own eyes screwed shut and head buried in the sofa anyway but you can imagine him, his tongue licking over his bottom lip over and over and his strangled breaths tumbling out, body moving so erratically, pecs clenching as he chases his orgasm. âBeen hard since before we started smoking, you know that? Youâre t-too fucking hot- shit, I canât help it. I-Iâm gonna cum in this fucking pussy, baby, o-oh my god-â
âPlease,â You heave, voice so high pitched he groans at how pathetic you sound, pulling your ass back against him now, fucking your cunt open so good you think it might gape for days. Heâd like that, you think, so pervy heâd love the idea of leaving you open from the size of his cock, able to shove it back in whenever he wants to claim you again. The thought makes you whine again, thighs shaking, âfuck, please, Mingi, I want it, please breed me, please fill me up, I love you, pleasepleaseplease-â
â-love you too, little girl, Iâll give it to you, thatâs it thatâs it, shit,â He babbles, shaking his head like he canât believe how good it is, thrusting once, twice more until you feel it - your cunt flutters around him pathetically, in such a quick, responsive orgasm from his own that you cry through it, and his cock floods you with warm pearly cum. Itâs a lot, always is, filling you up beyond belief and bubbling out over Mingiâs cock as he continues to move slowly, riding his orgasm out, groaning and huffing and fucking his load deeper into your stretched hole.Â
âF-fuck-â He chuckles breathlessly, pulling you back by your ass, curving his broad chest over your back. He groans loudly, fat cock still throbbing inside of you, and you realise when he pushes in again that heâs still cumming, piss slit flooding you with his release. âSo good, so good, shit, gonna give you it all.â
You squirm when he keeps moving, his shaft so slick it slides in and out deliciously, making your pussy throb again. Heâs still hard, too, you can feel it, cock so big it takes him a while to soften. He eventually collapses on top of you with an exasperated huff, plump lips kissing your shoulder. His hips still move slightly, a gentle, slow grind as he comes down from his high, and you wriggle underneath him.Â
ââM not pulling out yet,â He admits, kissing your skin again, trailing up to your cheek until heâs messily kissing over your lips. From the angle, he barely reaches your mouth but it makes you giggle, eyes still wet from the brutal fucking and hands barely managing to push yourself up to kiss him back. It lasts a few seconds, wet, messy kisses until he finishes with a nuzzle to your cheek with his sharp nose and a deep breath. âLove you so bad. I love you. Can I stay inside of you forever?â
It makes you laugh again, but you know heâs being serious. His hips bury into you further, flush against yours and you hum, pleased. âI love you too, baby. I wanna- let me warm it while we nap, please?â
Youâre so dizzy youâre still begging, and he groans, pulling you onto your side without pulling out. Itâs an answer of itself, and you know heâs too high and too sated to do anything but rest inside of you, right where he wants to be despite the mess between the two of you, his thigh slinging over your hips to bring you closer.Â
âNap, and then Iâm rolling us another one,â He yawns. You yawn too, suddenly so sleepy, letting his body warm you up. âShit, I fucked myself to sleep. Pussy too good. Pussy amazing, actually-â
âGo to sleep, Mingi.â
âRight, yeah,â He hums again, inching closer like heâs not already plastered to your heated skin. Itâs somehow soothing. âReally, itâs the best pussy though. Love you so much. Amazing pussy, amazing girl.â
âMingi.â
âRight, sorry.â
You canât help but smile. âI love you more, baby.â
âŻa/n: i think my meditation needs to be adjusted 𼴠this started as a drabble but i just want the teezers to be mean to me so bad...
(>á´â˘)genre: literal filth like so bad
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read, poly relationship, hard doms woosan / sub reader, such intense bdsm it almost borders cnc, orgasm control: edging / INTENSE clit overstimulation / asking permission, use of a vibrator, HARD degradation, regular slapping and thigh + pussy slapping, spit, choking, manhandling, dacryphilia, mxm: kissing and jerking, neck and ear kisses and bites, dvp, squirting, talk of anal, use of a safe word / tapping out and then super sweet praise and reassurance, name calling(including but not limited to): stupid, slut, cock sleeve, fucker, bitch, pet names: pretty girl, baby, angel, sweetheart. aftercare <33
In your relationship, things are usually the same from day to day in how you treat each other.
That is not the case in the bedroom.
Your dynamics shift everytime you have sex, and sometimes even during the middle of it. It's always a surprise.
Today, both of your boyfriends happen to be dominant; and their treatment of you from the very moment they walked in the door made you fall head first into sub-space.
When San is dominant, he likes to tease â but not to the degree with which Wooyoung does.
San is soft about it. Slow thrusts and gentle touches.
Wooyoung is a jerk about it. Works you up fast and pulls away just before you can cum â but sometimes he doesn't pull away and he practically slaps you in the face with an orgasm.
Both of them, though, not only do they work in a perfect harmony to make you drip so much arousal that you ruin whoever's sheets you happen to be on â they decide when you cum.
You must ask for permission. And if you don't, you will regret it in the most beautiful and torturous ways.
San told you not to cum again after you failed to ask for permission the first time today.
But Wooyoung persisted in being a menace. He wants you to slip up again and cum, whispering all kinds of filth in your ear as he lays behind you. One hand over your chest, holding your back against his chest as he slides the vibrator up and down on your sensitive clit.
He wants to punish you. He's had a shitty week, they both have. And he wants to be mean. But you have to give them a reason first.
You only get one mistake. You can only slip up once before punishment is deemed 'fair'.
And you try. You try so hard to keep being a good girl. But Wooyoung tilts your head and kisses you, shoves his tongue in your mouth just as he starts moving the toy in slow circles against you. You can't ask for permission if you can't talk at all.
You cum. And it feels like heaven, but you know the hell that will follow when San â who had been grinding deep and slow in your gushing pussy; stops.
He laughs, head dropping to rest on your shoulder as Wooyoung pulls back with a smirk. "Did you just do what I think you did, pretty girl?"
"I'm sorry!" The waterworks are immediate, but they don't care. You're so cute when you try to get out of trouble â but it makes them want to ruin you even more when they're like this.
"Are you stupid?" Wooyoung asks with a wild grin, eyes dark. "Huh?" He grips your chin tightly when you don't answer fast enough; even though he only gives you a split second. "Say something, dumbass. Or did you forget how to speak, and that's why you just came all over Sannies cock without permission... again?"
"I'm sorry, baby-" You yelp as he suddenly moves out from behind you and pushes you flat against the mattress, dropping the vibrator to wrap both his hands around your neck.
San has just as evil a smile as he sits up and watches, grinding into you as he does so and making you squeal. When your eyes slam shut, he reaches up and slaps you. "Keep your fucking eyes open."
"M'sor-"
"Sorry doesn't quite cut it," Wooyoung turns and faces him, his voice laced with mischief, "does it, San?"
"No, I don't think it does," he pouts, mockingly, meeting your teary gaze, "I think if our girl acts like a slut, that's exactly the way we should treat her."
"San, wait, Sannie, San-ahhh!" You scream as he picks up the toy and presses it against your clit; not caring about the fact that it makes tears slip down your cheeks. In fact â he likes it. They both do. "Mercy! Mercy, ple-"
Wooyoung chokes the words right out of your neck, spitting into your open mouth as you grab his wrists. "Shut the fuck up before I shove my dick in your throat. Won't be able to beg then, will you?"
You bite your lip with a broken groan, swallowing his spit without hardly even registering he spat in your mouth in the first place because San is now moving again â and he's not being gentle about it.
He slams his hips so hard into you that it makes your body slide up the mattress. You nearly bump your head against the wall before Wooyoung puts his hand on the top of your head quickly and cushions it. All of your noises are coming out no matter how hard you press your lips together.
Sniffling, moaning, whining, and being fucked so hard it's literally shaking your body.
San groans deeply, pulling out all too quickly and making you hiss. "Running from it, angel? Hm? Get your pretty ass over here." He yanks you to the middle of the bed before you can even think about moving on your own. "You want to cum like a slut, I'm going to fuck you like a slut. Wooyoung, get over here and hold this bitch down."
"Oh, with pleasure~"
You groan as Wooyoung sits on your stomach, facing away from you and taking control of the vibrator once again as San grips both of your thighs and slams into you. You scream out a curse, grabbing the waistband of Wooyoung's boxers tightly as they start bombarding you with pleasure that's all too intense.
"What's wrong, baby?" San's voice drips with mock empathy, "I thought you wanted to cum so bad? We're just giving you what you wanted." he slaps your thigh, rough. "Say thank you."
"Thank you, Sannie! Please! Please, slow down!" You stutter and slur as you writhe uselessly below them.
Wooyoung tuts his tongue, upping the speed of the vibrator and causing you to kick your legs in Sans grasp to no avail. "I'm the one who made you cum, you dumb cock sleeve. Should be thanking me."
They share a smirk as you immediately start thanking the both of them while simultaneously begging for mercy. Because in all of your jumbled and sniffled words, they don't hear your safe word.
They will make you use it before they quit. Pushing stupid sluts like you to their limit is the only way they learn, Wooyoung likes to say as though he isn't a million times brattier when he's subbing. But then, maybe that's how he knows.
"She's so fucking cute like this," San chuckles as you clench and flutter around his pistoning cock, "good job, Young." He leans and catches his lips in a kiss, soft in comparison to the way he beats up your cunt.
And they don't stop when you cum once again, squealing and trying to arch under Wooyoung's weight while your eyes roll back. "Ffffuck!" Is all you can say as you slump, not given a single moment to rest before they're building you up all over again.
"Three times?" Wooyoung giggles against San's lips, "our girlfriend really is a cum junkie~" He yanks at his boxers, impatiently pulling them under his cock. He's just as much as you are, is evident.
"You're s-so meaaan," you say through your heavy breaths, hands sliding around the bed to find something to grab onto. You pull the pillow you grab to your chest and bury your face in it; soaking it with your tears.
"Shut up," they say together, sharing another grin.
San let's go of one of your legs and it drops to the side, useless and trembling. He wraps his hand around Wooyoung's length, spitting on it before he starts jerking him off quickly.
"Fuck, Sannie~" He tilts his head back, pressing the toy against your clit harsher to feel you shiver below him. "You might make me cum before I even have a chance to fuck her..."
He looks down slowly and meets San's gaze, a silent idea spoken between them.
Wooyoung rolls off of you quickly, all but flopping onto his back. He fists his cock roughly; watching as San pulls out of you roughly and starts spanking your ruined cunt.
"San!" The way your body jolts with each quick, precise hit makes their cocks twitch.
He spits right onto your swollen clit, slapping it even harder than before as he moans, "look at that sloppy pussy. So wet... I bet both of us could fuck you right now."
They both laugh as you peek your eyes over the edge of the pillow that you clutch to your chest, wide and blurry with tears.
"Yeah, you heard me," San says lowly, swiping his fingers against your clit so fast that it makes sloshing noises, "this wet little cock sleeve is going to take two at once. Gonna let us slip right in~"
"Give me this," Wooyoung growls as he yanks the pillow away from you, throwing it, "you don't get to hide from us."
San lifts you up before you can even pout and drops you on top of Wooyoung, who immediately fucks right into you; knocking the air from your burning lungs. "Fuuuck, I dunno, San... This bitch is still tight even when you've been fucking her." He puts his legs over yours and spreads them wide, pinning them to the bed. His hands find your breasts, squeezing and pinching and kneading and making you wail.
"We'll just make it fit."
When San lines his tip up with your stretched hole, you shake your head quickly, "please, please, I swear I won't cum again! Be gent- ah, fuck!" And he pounds right into you, stilling balls deep with Wooyoung. You convulse between them, another orgasm breaking over you and making you sob breathlessly.
"Shhh," you hardly hear Wooyoung as he coos into your ear, kissing at it softly, "there you go~" He slides his hand down your torso before landing on your lower stomach and pressing down, making you all moan. "Mmh~ This is how a cock sleeve should be treated, yeah? All stretched out- fuck-" He curses as you clench around them, causing San to grip your waist tightly. "Fuck, fuck," he whines a bit, thrusting into you with a merciless and hurried pace, "fuck her with me, Sannie. I want to feel her cum around us, she gets so tight~"
San complies, immediately; fucking you in tandem with him, moaning and groaning as he buries his face in your neck. Every time he nips at your heated flesh, he earns himself a whimper from you. And Wooyoung biting at your ear lobe gets just the same.
"One more," he whispers into your neck, kissing up slowly, "one more, let us feel it. Be a good girl. Give our Wooyoungie what he wants~" He tilts his head as he observes your tear streaked face before leaning forward and licking a fat strip up your cheek; making you slap at his shoulders.
"God, yes!" He yells, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly as San holds it. "Better cum for me, you fucker," he bites your neck, harder than San ever does. He licks the angry skin before he says again, "you'll cream on our cocks if you know what's good for you, slut. I'll stick it in your ass if you don't give me what I want, you know I will, angel."
"I c-can't!" You whimper, holding Sans shoulders tightly.
Everytime Wooyoung fucks up into you, San fucks you right back down. You can hardly breathe. Just when you're about to use your safe word, catching your breath to do so, Wooyoung slips a hand down your stomach softly and grazes his finger tips over your clit.
"Like hell you can't," you can't hear a word he's saying as he pinches your clit â and even though he does it semi-gently, because he knows how ruined you are, it makes you scream. "You're going to cum like the slut you are or I really am going to fuck your pretty little ass."
He almost hopes you don't; but of course you do. How can you not? Both of them stretching and prodding every inch of your insides, Wooyoung pinching your clit, San kissing and licking up your tears.
Your legs tremble under his, your hips jolting in between them, your jaw dropped in a silent scream that's more of a shattered gasp than anything else as you squirt all over them.
San cums first, and the warmth of it flooding your abused walls makes Wooyoung follow.
San holds himself up on slightly shaky arms, eyes closed as he presses his forehead against yours. Wooyoung moves to keep going when they both catch you whimpering out quickly, "tap out."
San opens his eyes quickly, meeting your gaze with a smile, "good girl~" And he kisses you gently, pecks your lips repeatedly. "You're so amazing, angel, you can take so much~"
Wooyoung wraps his arms back around your waist, hugging you gently as he slowly moves his legs off of yours. "Take your punishments so well- doesn't she, Sannie?" He hums contentedly as he nuzzles your shoulder from behind.
"So well~" He agrees, very slowly pulling out and shushing you softly as you whine. "Shhh, it's okay, I know... We were so rough with our pretty girl," he sits back, lifting your hips softly to help Wooyoung slide out of you. "But we're done now, promise."
You hardly have the wits about you to stutter out a softly spoken 'thank you'.
Their cum drips out of you slowly and puddles on Wooyoung's pelvis, making you shiver and melt further into his hold.
"You got her, Young?" San asks as he places a kiss to your quivering thigh.
"Mhm," he hums softly, tracing on your ribs softly, "I've got our perfect girl, but don't be too long. You want to cuddle, don't you, baby?"
It takes you a second to realize he's talking to you, and you nod at San quickly, "yeah, hurry, please."
"I'll be quick," he smiles, leaning over and placing another kiss on your lips before he slides off the bed and hurries to the bathroom.
Wooyoung holds you close to his chest, still rubbing his head against your shoulder softly like a pleased house cat. "You're such a good girl for us, you know that? Our perfect girl~"
You moan softly, lifting your shaky arms to rest over his. "You aren't mad?" You know they aren't, but you still want to make extra sure. You feel so light headed and vulnerable; and he eases all of your worries before they can fester.
"Why would we be mad? Of course not, angel. We like it when we make you tap out~"
"Hm," you giggle, whispering, "freaks."
"What's that, baby? You dooo want me to put it in your ass?" He teases you right back, kissing your shoulder as you laugh breathlessly.
San comes back, climbing back between your legs with a soft grin, "feeling good, sweetheart?" He gently cleans up your sore cunt as you nod with a dopey smile.
when your super sexy hot boyfriend comes home tipsy after not calling you for fourteen hours and you canât help but be pissed off â wc 4.3k, jyh x fem!reader, smut minors dni, ANGST (hehe), idol au, dom!yunho, degradation, raw (my bad), spanking, dom yunho agenda lives on. mentions of yungi bc im insane! last shottie before kinktober starts đŤĄ
You havenât heard a singular word thatâs left the TV screen in an hour. Sitting with your knees bent up to your chest, your arms crossed over them, your hair tied up, jaw set in anger, the silly sitcom on the screen couldnât even pull a huff of amusement from your nose.Â
He was late. Again. Hours this time.
It seemed to be happening more often than not lately, with a comeback right around the corner he was holed up at the company building every day, dance practice, meetings, last minute promo recordings. You understood, being with him for years now, this isnât your first comeback with him, nor is it your last.Â
But for some reason, this one had steam coming out of your ears, your mind betraying you, telling you he was out with his friends for drinks, he was hanging out in the practice room doing overtime, all because he didnât want to come home to you.Â
It didnât have sadness sitting heavy in your gut. It had ice cold rage burning through your veins, sweat nipping at your neck, your fingertips ice cold. How dare he leave you at home by yourself for hours while you waited for him? For him to be out at a bar, with friends? For him to be lingering at the studio without a care in the world that you were home, on the couch, patiently waiting for his arrival?
You were mid-sigh when you heard the keys in the door handle. You stood on socked feet as the door groaned open, the knob bouncing off the wall. You barely reacted, arms so tightly bound over your chest, mind whirling with your starting accusation.Â
Your six-foot oaf of a fucking boyfriend tumbled through the doorframe, already smiling, pink dusted over his cheeks. Your eyebrows shot to your hairlineâ You thought him being drunk was a long shot, your mind jumping to conclusions because you couldnât get a hold on your emotions, but you were fucking right!?
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â your arms uncurl from your chest as you make your way towards him, feet sliding over the hardwood in quick steps.
âBaby!â His grin widens, throwing his bag to the floor, his jacket falling on top, completely missing how your eyebrows were slanted downward, how your lips pursed in a heart at the center of your face. âI missed you, today was so long. Mingi, Wooyoung and I went to the bar across the street and had a few beers to unwind after work, talk about the day.â
You keep your distance, a few feet away, arms curling over your chest again, weight shifting to one leg. You tilted your head, voice coming out in a tone of false amusement, âHave fun?âÂ
He giggles, a soft sound, light and bubbly, your favorite song of his. Not right now.Â
âYeah,â he nods, âWooyoung and Mingi are so fucking funny when theyâre together, I swore I was gonna pee my pants at one point.â
You nod slowly, lips pursed atop each other, eyes low and pointed, âThatâs great.â
He pauses where he stands, one shoe off, the other halfway on. He furrows his brows, âYouâre pissed.â
âNo shit Iâm pissed.â
His head tips back in a groan, arms falling limp at his sides as he kicks his other shoe off. Your hands start flying. âI donât understand, Yunho, do you even think of me during the day? No text, no call, no nothing while I sit here and wait for you!â
He starts for the kitchen, long legs quickly carrying him there, you follow on his heel. âDo you even think of maybe letting me know?â He opens the cabinet, grabbing a glass of water. Your eyes follow him. âTell me, Yunho, am I even a thought in your mind?â
âI think about you all the time, you know that, Iâve told you a thousand times,â his words have a soft, tired bite to them as he places his glass in the fridge, water pouring from the dispenser built into the door.Â
âThen why donât you let me know you wonât be home so I donât make double the dinner I made for myself?â Your voice raises, each word emphasizing the rage slicing through your body, âOr I donât sit here on the couch like a fucking idiot, waiting for you to walk through the door to watch our show?â
He turns on his heel, droplets of water landing on the hardwood surrounding you. His voice matches yours, loud, strong enough to cut steel, âI just worked,â his tone lowers, punching every single syllable, âFourteen fucking hours.â
âAnd I didnât receive,â you raise up a hand, counting on your fingers, âA call, a voicemail, a text, a fucking Instagram DM. Did you message on Fromm today? Did your fans get a message when I didnât?â
His eyes widen, lips curling at the corner, a laugh falling from his lips so empty that it hurts like a slap to the face. He walks away, a hand flying in the open space over his head as he heads for the living room, âOh, youâve fucking lost it.â
âIâve lost it!?â You yell, still on his heel, âExcuse me for wanting to hear from my boyfriend of four fucking years while heâs gone for fourteen hours of the day!â
He sits down on the couch, knees spread, drinking from his glass. You stand before him, hands on your hips, rage steaming your skin, the room feeling ten degrees hotter. He chugs the glass, head leaning back into the couch, staring at you through lowered brows. His voice drops, low and steady, the type of anger that makes him calm. You donât let it phase you.Â
âYou need to stop yelling at me,â he said simply, âYouâre being ridiculous.â
âWhatâs ridiculous is you not giving a fuck about me,â your tone is harsh, and as much as in your soul you know your words arenât true, you say them like you mean it. âBut by all means, go to the bar after work, get some drinks with your friends! Maybe you can even find a woman there to fuck you, or better yet, maybe you should have gone home with Mingi.â
âYouâre losing your fucking mind,â he shakes his head with another laugh, âI worked my ass off today, Iâm exhausted, I wanted a few beers to decompress so I didnât come home and put a load on you when youâve been waiting for me.âÂ
âThatâs what Iâm fucking here for, Yunho,â your hands find your hair, tugging at your roots, head tipping up to face the beige, popcorned ceiling. âIâm here to help you decompress, Iâm here to share your struggles, your hardships. What the fuck am I to you?â
âYouâre my girlfriend that has her own struggles and hardships,â he leans forward, his eyebrows in his hairline, his words coming out strained. âYouâre not here for me to put all of mine on you! I have coworkers and friends for that, I come home to forget about the bullshitââÂ
âYou come home to get fucked,â youâre seething now, words harsh and low, âYou go to work, sing and dance all day, and come home after a few beers looking for a hole to stick your cock in.â
His eyes nearly bulge out of his head. âYou did not just say that.âÂ
You point to the floor beneath your feet, âAnd I meant Every. Fucking. Word.âÂ
Within a blink heâs standing before you, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, pink-tipped, long fingers wrapped around your jaw. Heâs staring at you through lowered brows, his eyes heavy and cold, a darkness within the deep chocolate that sends a shiver down your spine, breath catching in your throat.Â
âYou think Iâve been with you four years just for sex?â His voice is quiet, low, terrifying, his torso pressed to yours. Your eyes flare with anger, subtle excitement, socked toes curling into the hardwood, but you donât answer. His smile is dangerous, it should have you nervous, scared, anything but the rush of adrenaline that floods you. âYou think thatâs all youâre good for? A hole to stick my cock in?âÂ
âFuck no,â you hiss, lips squished from his fingers cutting into your skin, âI think thatâs all youâre good for.âÂ
He drops your jaw, knees bending to grab you by the thighs, throwing you over his shoulder in one quick motion. Your stomach drops, a high-pitched yell leaving your throat as his legs bring you to the bedroom in long, quick strides, heart rising to your throat when he throws you on the perfectly made bed, his six-foot built towering over you.Â
You sit up immediately, jaw locked, steam pouring from your nostrils, âDonât even think about touching me.âÂ
His lips curve in a smile, amusement in his eyes, piercing through the irritation that squares his shoulders. âThatâs all Iâm fucking good for?â He takes a step closer to the bed, leaning down until his pink-dusted cheeks are centimeters from yours. You donât move, eyes locked on his and jaw set, heart pounding against your chest. He smiles. âI work every damn day to make money for you, and thatâs all Iâm good for?â
Your lashes barely touch in a fast blink, ignoring how your stomach drops. That smile, his tone, heâs pissed. Fear licks up your spine, your forehead feeling damp under his gaze. You tilt your chin up, voice losing all its bite, âYes.â
In a navy hoodie and sweatpants, black hair messily sprawled across his forehead, eyes crazed and wild and maybe half-deranged, the fear that nipped at your spine got confused with the excitement rippling on your skin. His grin spreads wide, and before you know it heâs pushing you back by your shoulders, head bouncing against the mattress. A hand curls under your torso, flipping you onto your stomach, and your eyes squeeze shut. Fuck.Â
âIf thatâs all Iâm good for,â he starts, thumbs curling into the yoga pants on your waist, pulling them down just enough to expose your ass. âThen maybe Iâll remind you who the fuck I am. Who it is youâre speaking to like that.â
âI know damn well who Iâm talking to,â your words come out airy, shuddering as he lifts your hoodie up to mid-back, pulling your pants down just a little more, chuckling when your squished thighs show him a peek of wetness between your legs, no panties to hide it.Â
âHmm, I think you like it,â you can hear his smile as his warm palms run over your ass, squeezing the skin, âBeing the hole I use when I come home. Being nothing but my fucking cocksleeve.âÂ
You bite your lip to hide your whine, voice strained, âFuck you, Yunho.â
âFuck me?â His hands mid-squeeze, grip firm, âI thought you told me not to touch you. Didnât think you wanted to fuck me.â
Your lips purse, fingers digging into the sheets below you, anticipation biting every inch of skin exposed, âI donât. I donât want anything to fucking do with you.â
He laughs and itâs a low, gravelled thing, laced with mischief like he could taste the lies on your tongue. He digs a knee into the bed, leaning down close to your ear, breath hot on your cheek, âYou think I have the energy to put you in your place tonight?âÂ
Your thighs clench together, a small whimper escaping your lips. You squeeze your face together, pissed that your body betrayed you, anger and anticipation and arousal mixing together to a cocktail between your legs.Â
He kneels off the bed, voice steady and sharp, âCount, or I wonât go any farther than this. You wonât get the privilege of being the hole I use tonight.âÂ
Your eyebrows furrow before the first harsh smack lands on your ass. You cry out, head jerking up, bottom lip dragging against the sheets, the word count doesnât process in your overstimulated mind.Â
âOh, I must have misread the situation,â his voice is taunting now, the inflection of his tone rising and falling. âThought you were just being a brat. You really donât want to get fucked tonight, huh?â
Your mouth moves before you can think, âI- I do, I do.â
He lands another, right below your ass, the sensitive skin of your thigh. You cry out again, face hot, throat tight.Â
âYelling at me on some stupid shit right when I get home, are you really that stupid? Did you forget how to count, too?âÂ
âTwo!â You squeal, legs bending at the foot of the bed, your toes just barely gripping the floor to hold you up.Â
âThere you go, baby,â his hands running over where he had just hit you, a stinging heat in his palms now as he attempts to soothe the skin. âKnew you werenât completely stupid.âÂ
You choke out a quiet moan, body betraying you, temple falling to the mattress again. You have only a moment of recovery before heâs striking you again, harder this time, on the opposite, unmarred cheek, the loud slap ringing through the room.Â
You whimper, voice quieter, nearly broken, âThree.âÂ
âYou can take more,â heâs squeezing the skin again, voice a song of amusement and faux encouragement, âKeep up so you can earn my cock.âÂ
He hits you again, followed by Four. Then again, followed by Five. He gets all the way to Ten before tears are streaming down your cheeks, darkening the comforter beneath your face, sobs shaking your shoulders. It hurts, but it hurts so fucking good youâre left confused and utterly brainless. Pain and pleasure morphing together, you wanted to cum, you wanted to sit in ice-cold water, you wanted him to tell you that you did a good job. You wanted your reward.Â
Why did you want a reward? Why did you get punished in the first place? Youâre the one thatâs mad at him.
Heâs already tugging you towards him before you can get the words out, shaky and harsh but weakened by the tears streaming down your face, âF-Fuck you, Yunho.â
Pulling you into his lap, his lips bend in a pout as he wipes the tears from your cheeks with two thumbs, âHm? Still? Thought for sure I would have spanked the brat out of you.â
âYou heard me,â your voice is raw, anger returning with how your burning cheeks sting, âFuck you.â
âOh,â is all he says as he lays you on your back again, you hiss when the comforter hits your behind. His face reads nothing while he moves you as if you didnât have any will of your own, pulling the hoodie over your head, ripping the hair-tie from your bun.Â
âI said donât fucking touch me,â you bite as your hair falls around your face, âIâm not yours to use.â
He laughs at that, genuine and bright, âThatâs exactly what you are, my love, youâre mine. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.â
âNo you canât,â you move up the bed, wincing as your ass drags across the sheets, âIâm not playing this game with you tonight. All I wanted was a text.â
âDo you not hear yourself when you speak?â He crawls over you, hands sliding your yoga pants down your legs, âRemember when I asked you if you wanted to be fucked and you said yes?â
Your cheeks heat as he slides you down the mattress again, head landing in the pillows. You tip your chin, âIt was a moment of weakness.â
âIt was you giving in like you always do,â his hands land on your thighs, one sliding down to your pulsing core, âBecause at your core youâre nothing but a fucking slut.â His fingers slip into your folds, spreading your wetness, âAinât that right?â
Your back arches involuntarily, catching your lip between your teeth to fight a moan. His thumb circles around your clit, tongue poking out to wet his lips, staring at you through lowered brows. He tilts his head when your breath catches in your lungs, âAnswer me. Arenât I right?â
Your hips buck into him, eyes dancing between his hand between your legs and his gaze that was cold and pointed. He smacks his teeth with his lips, pulling his hand away from your core to land a quick slap against your center. You gasp a moan, hips jerking, and his lips curve in a smile, âYou answer when I speak to you.â
âYes, fuck, Yunho, youâre right,â you gasp out, body twitching now, fingers twisting in the sheets below you.Â
âWhat am I right about?â
âIâm a slut!â You cry out as his thumb meets your clit again. Your head digs into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure, how his finger moves at the perfect pace with perfect pressure.Â
He uses his other hand to slip a finger inside you, curling slowly, his lips parting as he watches your body arch, relaxing into the bed, face morphing into sweet pleasure.Â
âThatâs right,â he nods, voice taunting, âYouâre a slut, my fucking slut. You donât talk back to me, you donât speak to me disrespectfully, do you?â
You shake your head quickly, eyebrows twisted in pleasure, hips bucking against his fingers. The sting in your ass adds to the pleasure at your core, mixing together in a bubble of euphoria, the pit in your stomach tightens. He adds another finger and fucks into you faster, thumb circling with harder pressure, voice still taunting as he asks, âDo you have anything you want to say to me?â
âIâm sorry,â you open your eyes, words coming out in a rushed, strained breath, âIâm sorry, Yunho.â
His grin spreads wide. He slips his fingers out, maneuvering you onto your front again, grabbing a pillow from beside your head to slide under your hips. âYou donât get to be stretched out.â
âFuck,â you mutter absent-mindedly into the cotton pillows, hands coming up to grip at the plush. The stretch was always so much worse without an orgasm first, his cock was too long, too thick.Â
âMaybe if youâre good for me Iâll pretend you never said a word, maybe Iâll even let you cum,â his hands curl into your cheeks, spreading you open, ignoring how you hiss at the sting. He leans down, landing a fat glob of spit to drip down your folds before you hear him pull down his sweats, his briefs, no doubt just low enough to get his cock out, scrunched around his thighs.Â
âTake a deep breath for me baby,â his voice is soft for the first time tonight as he lines himself up, his tip spreading his own spit along your core, slapping his cock against you twice before prodding at your entrance.Â
You suck a deep breath in as he pushes into you slowly, whimpering at the stretch, at the sting. Always so fucking big, even after four years, you werenât sure if youâd ever get used to it.Â
âHah, fuck,â he drags out the words, low and velvety, his pleasure verbal. âSucking me in like you always do, piss me off just to get fucked like a slut. I know you.â
You cry out a choked moan as he sheathes himself inside you slowly, letting you feel the curve of his cock, each pulsing vein, the mushroom tip settling deep inside you. You feel his hair on your stinging cheeks, eyes screwed shut, rolled back behind your lids, the pain so hot it sears your skin.Â
âNot gonna fight back?â He huffs a breath of pleasure and amusement, âToo fucked out to speak already?â
Your knees dig into the mattress, hips pressing back against him, âMove.â
He lands another harsh smack on your ass, your wail is immediate, piercing through the room. His voice is sharp, âThought we went over how you fuckinâ speak to me. You wanna be used, left here without an orgasm and a cunt pumped full of cum?â
You shake your head, tears stinging your waterline again, âNo! No, Iâm sorry.â
âAct like it,â he pulls out just to slide back in, harsher this time, âDonât just fucking say it.â
âIâm sorry,â you wail as he picks up the pace, building a rhythm as your fingertips claw at the pillows beneath you, âIâll be goodâ Iâll be good, I swear!â
âI know you will,â his hands run over your hips, watching as your hot-red ass bounces against his cock, âThis pussy wants to cum, thatâs why you were acting up, right? Just missed me?âÂ
Tears dampen the pillows beneath your cheeks, sobs racking through your chest, shoulders shaking as much as your ass bounced against him, âY-Yes, Yun, just missed you, miss- missed your cock.â
His fingers tighten around your hips, a low groan tumbling through his lips as he fucks into you harder, âI know, baby, I know.â
Your hips fuck back onto him, accepting every inch of his cock, letting the overwhelming pleasure settle into your core. Tears spill down your cheeks as moan after moan slips from your lips, his cock bruising your cervix, curving so deliciously against the front of your walls.Â
âFuck, Yunho,â you whimper, voice muffled by the pillows, âWanna see you, need to see you.â
âYeah?â He asks, taunting tone dulled by his pleasure-filled breath, âGonna be a good girl?âÂ
âYes,â you cry, choking on the spit in your throat, âGonna be good, g-gonna be your good girl.âÂ
He pulls out at that, slipping the pillow from beneath you and throwing it off the bed, flipping you for the final time tonight. With one look at your splotchy, tear-stained cheeks heâs leaning down, connecting his lips with yours. Itâs messy, hot, wet, teeth colliding and tongues trying to swallow each other whole. Your hands immediately slide under his hoodie, feeling the muscled, chiseled abdomen beneath, beckoning him to take it off.Â
He pulls it over his head and your arms slide over his shoulders, fingers twisting together at the base of his neck, tugging at the hairs that curl around his ears. He moans into your lips, cock grinding against your slippery folds, tip catching on your entrance.Â
âPlease,â you whisper into his lips, a string of spit connecting your lips, âInside.âÂ
He reaches down, shimmying his sweats down to his ankles, then uses one hand to line himself up and you both watch as he slowly pushes himself inside, eyebrows twisting together and lips falling open in a silent moan.Â
âSo fucking good,â he groans into you, âPussy so sweet, missed it, missed you.â
You whine as he reaches the hilt, âSo fucking deep, Yunho, fuck.âÂ
âAll yours, baby,â he catches your lips again, his skin pressed to yours, pelvis so heavy against yours as he builds a new slow, antagonizing rhythm, âAll fucking yours.â
Your thighs wrap around his, hips meeting his thrusts, his cock barely sliding out of you with how close you keep him. So close together you donât know where he ends and you begin, your moans pour into one melody, breaths hot on each otherâs faces. Your nails claw into his skin, cries growing higher in pitch as his cock drags against your walls, massaging that spongy spot just behind your clit.
âRight there,â you breathe, head tipping back, and Yunho dips his head down to press his tongue to the column of your throat. Your toes curl, whining, âShit, Yunho, fuck, missed you sâmuch.â
âMy good girl,â he mumbles into your skin, picking up his pace, never missing the spot you think he was built to hit. âSo fuckinâ bratty when she doesnât get her way, just needed something to fill this tight lilâ pussy up.â
âYes,â youâre reeling, gasping, your orgasm building steadily in your gut, âNeeded you, needed this.â
âIâm sorry,â he finds your mouth again, kissing you harshly, muffling your moans. ââM sorry I didnât call.â
âItâs okay, shit,â you gasp, âIâm gonna cum.â
Your thighs unclasp from his back as he fucks into you harder, cock bullying that spot inside you, and your breath hitches in your throat as the pleasure finally spills, clenching around him, nails clawing into him so hard youâre sure youâll leave red crescents in his back.Â
âFuck,â he hisses, âSo good for me baby, so tight, you want me to fill you up?â
You nod against his lips, mouth hanging slack against his, body still clenched tight around him, orgasm still flowing through you. âYes, yes, need it.â
He chokes out a groan, staggered and broken, hips twitching as he loses his rhythm, fucking into you wildly. You cry out, âYes, baby, so goodâ so good, stretching me out, cum inside.â
He moans at that, head dipping into your shoulder as he pounds his cock into you, broken thrusts turning to a nasty, slow grind. He whimpers as he spills into you, âI love you, I love youâ so much.â
Your hands slide into his hair, scratching at his scalp as you feel his load fill you up, âI love you too, baby.âÂ
Warm, heavy, full. You both catch your breath for a few, he lays with his head in your neck, your thighs lazily thrown over his, both of you ignoring the stick between you.Â
âSorry for flipping out when you got home,â you finally mumble, voice coy.Â
He smiles into your neck, a warm, close-mouthed grin, âItâs okay, I gave you a valid reason to.â
âYou should do it more often,â a smile grows on your own cheeks, âIf it means youâll fuck me like this.â
He laughs into your neck, sweet and light, your favorite song. âI fuck you like this without you being mad at me.â
âIt adds to it tho, yanno?â You turn your head, kissing his hair. âMaybe next time youâll have someone else with you when you walk through the door and I can berate him, too.â
âLike who? Mingi?â
You shrug, a smirk on your lips. He lifts his head, meeting your eye, reading the amusement but seriousness laying behind them. He blinks at you for a second, before his lips curl in a nasty smirk, too.
this is just dirty. written in a spur of the moment out of pure unbridled desperation.
song mingi x f!reader
thinking about mingiâŚ
âaww look at you⌠youâre such a mess baby.â
your bare back pressed against the cold wall, legs wrapped tight around his waist as he fucked his cock so deep up into you even your throat felt full. one hand pressed over your mouth to keep your pathetic whines muffled and the other hand squeezing your waist.
his forehead rested against yours as he never ripped his gaze away from where your bodies melted together, transfixed on the sight below. the slick cream youâve left all over his dick as it slides in and out of your slutty cunt, every stroke leaving it coated in more. he was right, you were a fucking wreck.
his deep grunts and sultry groans right against the hand he kept over your mouth, his hand on your waist tightening every time you squeezed around him when he grazed against that spot deep inside, your legs shaking from pleasure so intense.
and of course he knew it, he knew what he was doing to you could possibly fuck sex up with anyone else for you for the rest of your little life, and it only spurred him on further. It made him wanna break you, mold and shape you so anytime you ever even looked at a man, all you would feel is disappointment.
disappointment that it would never be him. disappointed that it wasnât mingiâs hot mouth on your pussy, eating your cunt like a man starved and not stopping until it hurt.
mingiâs eyes flicked up to meet your hazy ones, tears welling so prettily as you were beyond overstimulated.
shifting the angle of his thrusts, he found that perfect slant that had him rutting against your gspot persistently, resolute and unwavering as he ruined you on his thick cock. you moaned loudly, and he ripped his hand from your mouth, landing a sharp slap to your sore cheek, then snatching your face in his rough grip, his calloused fingers pressing into your jaw and squishing your cheeks cutely, your lips formed into a forced pout.
âstupid bitch canât keep quiet, can she?â he chastised, jerking your head around softly like he was playing with a broken doll, his eyes landed back on where he thrusted inside you, letting out a purely perverted groan, eyes rolling at how big he looked inside of you.
âm-mingiiiâŚâ you cried, the syllables muffled by the hold he had on your face. mingi pouted at you in faux concern, giving you a thrust so hard it nearly made your vision go fucking black, and your breath caught in your chest at the sheer force of it.
âwhaaaatttt baby? whatâs wrong?â he mocked, letting go of your face to slip his middle and index finger into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue in a similar fashion to the gut wrenching way he loves to finger fuck your pussy. you dripped drool down his fingers and it slipped down his wrists, landing on his chain bracelets. sweat beaded on his forehead from the exertion, his slick chest heaving with labored breaths as he gave you his all.
what can he say, heâs always been a tryhard.
âmy sweet stupid baby, is that what you are, hm?â he nearly glared at you, words tinged with what could only be jealousy, from what? only he would know.
âare you my dumb girl? my braindead cumslut?â all youâd have to do was walk out onto the street and god forbid another man look at you and he was bonafide pissed.
you nodded, moaning around his thick fingers the vibrations of his voice against your throat making your whole body tingle as he moaned and purred, lips pressed against the side of your neck, like he was holding himself back from completing obliterating you where you stood.
âof course you are.â he grinned, pressing his sweat dripped chest against yours, pushing his body even closer, leaving not an inch of space between you both, the slick, wet, plaps of his hips meeting yours with each, deep, punishing stroke echoing around the concrete walls of the cold and empty warehouse hall.
you were a goner.
âfuck you.â he spat, sinking his teeth into your throat hard, like he was trying to eat you. âplay some stupid shitâ fuck⌠with me like that again and you wonât be walking away from me in one piece, you understand?â all you did was get a little too close to yunho. lesson one learned, you guess.
you were unable to speak, his fingers still curled down against your tongue.
he slipped them out of your mouth, sliding his hand back between your head and the wall, holding your skull straight and pressing his lips against yours in a messy heated kiss, tongue sloppily slipping between your lips and swallowing your broken moans greedily.
âunderstand?â he growled into your mouth, biting your tongue gently.
âi u-understand!â you cried into the kiss, and his smile against your lips was nothing short of vile and desirous.
âthere she is. theresâs my good girl. cum on my cock, slut. now.â
and of course you did, your whines fell silent as you fell apart around him once again, he laughed into your mouth drinking up how your body reacted to him. no matter how you acted or what you said when he wasnât inside you like this taking you apart limb from limb and making you cum you brains out, mingi was confident.
your body doesnât lie.
âmy slut. mine.â mingi snarled, his words lilting with fucked out moans and pussy drunk coos. he wasnât stopping, the sloppy mess between your legs only growing wetter with each long glide and deep stroke he fucked you with, the powering drive in him only seemed to grow stronger as he made it his mission in that moment to condition you to him. to his shape and to his touch, to his words and to his taste. he wanted you to cum on the spot just from hearing his voice.
and heâd get you there soon, one way or another.
gooner thoughts aside the mv was so fucking cool I love this concept for him.
warnings: professor, older man, reading during sex, over the desk, gettin that gooooodd dick... etc.
a/n: oh... my god... (btw the poem is "Remember, Body," by Constantine P. Cavafy)
enjoy.
"You seemed concerningly distracted today. I'm worried about you. Come see me during office hours so we can work out a solution. I wonât let one of my best students fall behind. I look forward to seeing you.â
The email stared back at you, and you swallowed dryly. Like a wolf dressed in sheepâs clothing, mocking your fragility and leading you to an inevitable trap, one that you might not mind falling into.
You can admit, your attention was somewhat elsewhere that day, but you canât say you werenât laser focused in on your professor. It was impossible to not pay attention to him.
His plushy pink lips wrapped softly around every syllable he spoke. That low, gravelly, sonorous voice that could soak panties from miles away. The sheer size of him when he walked past the desks to check on students while they worked, the sensual trail of cologne that followed him at every step.
His big, veiny hands pointed to diagrams on the board, and his thick arms crossed across his chest when he listened to a student answer a question, the sleeves of his tight-fitting black top rolled up to expose his forearms, his head slightly tilted as he listened as if his life depended on it.
He was always particularly attentive whenever you added your 2 cents to the seminars, his index finger pressing on his bottom lip like a button, his eyes locked onto yours so intensely it felt invasive.
Professor Song Mingi was an amazing teacher, and just so happened to be the sexiest man youâve ever seen in your entire life.
You were a great student and an outstanding listener. Above average grades, beautiful ways with words. Mingi could always count on you to say something that really made the rest of the class and him think.
However, today, your mind might have been elsewhere. And by elsewhere you mean the dream you had of him last night.
Hot breath against your skin and large hands wound in your hair. His pretty, melodic voice whispers in your ear just for you to hear. Sugar dripped praises about how you were "such a smart girl," and filthy talk of how you were "so small beneath him."
Mingi had noticed your mind wandering throughout the class period, but chose to ignore it, assuming maybe you had a long night.
He really had no idea.
When your attention was still never diverted from your own thoughts, he decided to drag you back to reality.
âMs. (Name), are you with us still?â You didnât respond at first, and then you blinked, pulling your eyes from his thick thighs that were nearly busting from his jeans, back up to his scrutinizing gaze.
Mingiâs eyebrows raised in question, then relaxed, like he had just solved a puzzle in his head. A hint of a smirk ghosted across his lips before he licked his finger and flipped through the stack of papers on his desk.
He didn't need to do that. But he knew what you might think about it.
He knew that look. All too well. He leaned on his arm against his desk, waiting for a response as he watched you gather your bearings.
âYes! Sorry.â You pick at the stickers peeling on your laptop, trying your best to look like you werenât just daydreaming about him fucking you absolutely stupid and whispering to you about how good you felt.
You werenât very good at pretending.
Mingi said nothing, and you could almost see the gears turning behind his eyes. You watched with earnest as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, grinning slowly as he bent a paperclip out of shape in his hand.
âNeed you to pay attention, okay? Donât want that precious tuition money to go to waste, right?â Mingi looks down at the paperclip in his hand, his eyes lifting with his head down, the look in his eyes unplaceable.
You shake your head, trying to push those thoughts about your professor deep down. Save them for later.
âOf course, Professor Song. Sorry, Iâm kinda out of it.â You smiled nervously, and Mingi stood up straight, dropping the paper clip and taking a few steps closer to your seat.
âWell, snap out of it, sweetheart. You donât wanna miss this invigorating lecture on romantic literature, do you?â He smiled teasingly, those charming crooked teeth making your stomach flutter.
The rest of the class giggles at his sarcasm, and you do as well. He gently taps your desk, leaning his head down just so he was inches away from your ear. His smell envelops you now, and you begin to feel dizzy. He never got this close to you.
âKeep up now.â He whispers, his low, purring voice that you could nearly feel rumbling in your chest, flowed past your warming ears.
âMake me proud like you always do.â
And just like that, he walked right back up front and began teaching again.
So much for paying attention, Mingi only added more fuel to the fire. Your heart was racing, your senses raging to memorize his smell, your ears straining to find that intimate coo in his voice when he whispered in your ear as he taught.
Mingi's eyes would periodically drift to you, and just as he expected, you surely weren't paying attention. You tried your hardest to retain his words and take notes like normal, but your brain was betraying you today.
By the time class had ended, you felt like you had blacked out the entire period. You blinked, and everyone was gathering their things, talking to the professor, and asking some last-minute questions.
You sped out of there as fast as you could, but not before catching Mingi's gaze on you, his fevered eyes meeting yours just as you turned to walk out the door. Something in the air snapped in that second, and you were scared to find out what changed.
Then the email.
It sat in your inbox, mocking you in teasing whispers. "Come see me."
Flashes of the syllabus from earlier in the year played in your mind, specifically the office hours at the bottom of the last page. 7pm- 9pm. Monday thru Friday, Professor Songâs office door would be open for anyone to stop by and seek help in regards to grades, assignments and whatnot.
You had considered stopping in countless time, for your own selfish reasons, but ultimately of course decided it would be a stupid thing to do, especially when you fully understood the course material.
You wouldn't. You had no reason to. Your grades were outstanding; it was just an off day. But your body knew you better. Your brain tried to talk you out of it, but it was like your feet moved on their own.
At 6:59 pm on the dot, you stood in front of his classroom door, clutching your purse as if it were anchoring your body to the earth. You stared at the doorknob like it might burn you if you dared to touch it.
When you opened the door, he was the first thing you saw. Lazily sat behind his desk, scribbling something down among the strew of papers that littered it. He didn't look up when the creak of the door echoed in the stagnant silence. He didn't look up when your boots clicked against the glassy floors, didn't look up when the sound stopped when you paused in front of his desk.
His hair was messier, his sleeves still rolled up. His foot tapped rhythmically beneath the desk; it rang in your ears like a time bomb.
It was only when you awkwardly cleared your throat that Mingi finally looked up to meet your eyes, and you sincerely wished in that moment that the email had just gotten lost in your junk.
Mingi paused his writing, lifting the end of his pen to his lips, leaning back in the chair, spreading his legs nice and wide.
"So," he began, rolling the end of his pen back and forth against his lower lip. He shifted his hips up slightly, and it made your nerves tingle. "Talk to me. What's going on with you?"
You shrug as nonchalantly as you can, desperate to keep your ever-thinning composure. His legs spread wider, and he slipped the pen between his teeth, nibbling on the tip.
"It's nothing, I promise." You say a little too quietly, fiddling with the leather strap of your purse. "I just-"
He laughs softly and shakes his head. "Clearly it's not 'nothing'." He points to the paper on his desk, watching his slender finger trace the black print slowly.
"I don't think I even saw you pay attention to the reading, not one time." He clicked his tongue as if disappointed but not surprised. He picked up the paper and handed it to you, your fingers brushing his when you took it.
"I'm sorry, Professor Song." You were so weak for him, it was embarrassing. You did read the poem, you analyzed it and took notes the night before, in fact, but you couldn't force the words from your throat to tell him that.
Mingi only smiled and stood slowly, and you craned your neck up to follow his movements. He walked to stand next to you, lowering his head to speak lowly into your ear. "It's okay, sweetheart," he murmured, and you felt the warmth of his breath ghost across the side of your throat.
"Let's go over it now."
You realized two things that night.
One. This was not the same poem you read the night before.
And two. You and the professor had two very different methods when it came to "going over" things.
You would lay the piece in front of you, pen in hand, as you annotated with vibrant colored highlighters and organized tabs, silently as you read to yourself, sitting at your desk.
Professor Song preferred to have you bent over said desk.
His thick cock is snug inside of you, so deep, hitting every spot imaginable. One hand held your hip tightly, the slow, torturous roll of his hips making your legs shake pathetically.
Slick dripped down your parted thighs, your warm walls fluttering around him so tightly it made his head swim. Mingi's large, rough hands held your body down against the desk, pinning you so you couldn't squirm even if you tried,
The paper sat on the desk below you, the edge of the wood digging into your stomach as you felt his hand caressing your lower back, over your arched spine, up to gently squeeze your neck like he wanted to melt into your flesh.
"Start here," Mingi drawls, leaning down and pressing his lips into your scalp as he points to a line on the paper. "Word for word. Nice and clear."
You sighed shakily, trying your very hardest to ignore the languid massaging movement of his hands all over your soft body, his slow, gravelly breaths by your ear that sent literal shocks to your soaked cunt. The way his cock would jump deep in your guts and his fat tip would press against your G-spot so deliciously, your eyes would roll into your skull.
This was a very impractical way of studying.
You felt the heat radiating off his body even through his clothes, the hand on your hips kneading the flesh and trailing down to massage your inner thigh softly, before making its way back up to pull your hips further against him, your ass pressed flush against him.
"Go ahead, baby." Mingi cooed, subtly gyrating his hips ever so slightly, smiling when your muscles jerked at the stimulation. "Let's hear that pretty voice. We don't have all night."
You swallowed and forced your focus to the words on the paper.
"Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay-"
You heard his low chuckle into your hair, and the intimate caresses of his hand never ceased, moving up to gently press against your lower belly.
"B-but also those desires which for you
plainly glowed in the eyes- shit-!"
He dragged his cock back, just enough for the length of him to stroke against that sweet spot, your breath trembling as your hand shot out to grip the desk as the pleasure rocked your body. Mingi stayed there, not moving once again, nearly half slipped out of your quivering pussy.
"You're stuttering, sweet girl." Mingi chastised, and his hand pressed harder against your stomach, the pressure of his palm making your head spin. "Enunciate for me, please. I have to know you understand,"
Your moan slipped from your bitten lips softly, as you mustered all the power you could to regain your focus.
"-and trembled in the voice -- and some
chance obstacle made them futile."
You were promptly rewarded with Mingi sliding the rest of himself back into your sticky pussy, the slick sound echoing in your ears. He groaned lowly, pressing a wet kiss against the back of your neck, opening his mouth against your nape, and breathing slowly, as if your voice was unraveling him as you read.
"Good girl," he praised breathlessly, and you could feel the buttons of his shirt digging into your back from how hard he pressed his body against yours, like your warmth and the shiver of your skin was an addiction he couldn't get enough of.
"Keep reading, you're doing amazing." His hands slid down and squeezed either side of your waist, his thumbs massaging slow circles against the dimples on your lower back, his mouth pressed against the back of your neck. "C'mon, nice and loud, pretty."
You moaned unabashedly this time, and your cunt clenched around him so hard you felt him wince against your flaring skin.
"Now that all belongs to the past,
it is almost as if you had yielded
to those desires too -- oh god..."
He grinds his hips into you, almost like he couldn't help himself, his warm tongue laving over the nape of your neck like you tasted like heaven. This time, his hips didn't stop moving. He began thrusting, slow and deep strokes that you could feel in your lungs.
"Keep going..." Mingi moaned against your neck, his hands squeezing your body so hard you were sure it'd leave bruises. "Fuck.. keep reading baby... let me hear you."
The sloppy wet sounds of his thick cock filling you and splitting you open over and over again, so slow and so gradual, were making it hard for you to focus on reading steadily. The words blurred in front of your eyes, and your eyes crossed involuntarily each time his tip dragged against that spot.
"I c-cant..!" you whined, watching as a drop of your drool splatters onto the paper, a stamp of how the pleasure was switching off your brain.
"You can..." Mingi growls, digging his blunt nails into your skin. "Make me proud, finish reading, sweetheart, you're so close."
His praise spurred you on, gripping the edge of the desk until your fingers began to throb. So you mustered every bit of your sanity left to finish it.
"R-remember, how they glowed, in the eyes, ngh... looking at y-you;
how they t-trembled in the voice... Min--gi..!"
He pushed his cock deeper, harder, plunging into your cunt without regard for your struggle. "I'm right here, you got it. You're almost done, pretty girl." he kisses your ear, keeping his open mouth against it as he blessed you with his lust-drunk moans. Throaty, hollow, and rich, and you clenched around him like a vice, which only made him louder.
"One more line," Mingi breathes. "Let's read it together." You felt his hand trail up and grab your own, lacing his fingers with your own and pressing your interlocked hands down against the desk, right next to the last line of the poem.
He pressed his lips flush against your ear so you could feel his mouth move as he spoke, and you followed in a shaky voice, reading the last line with him.
"For you, remember, body." Your voices laced over one another, his resonant, purring groan mingling with your whiny, vibrating whimpers. Like a hormonal, sinful harmony, his hand squeezed yours harder as he no longer bothered to fuck you sweet and slow.
His other hand swept the papers off the desk in a disgruntled hurry as he grabbed your other hand, pinning your wrist in his hold against the wood, opting for shallow, agile strokes against your walls as a deep, throaty groan hit your ears.
"Good job... good fucking girl, you read so pretty for me..." He moans breathlessly against your ear, his hands keeping your own pinned against the desk as he ravages your poor slutty pussy, the legs of the desk creaking beneath your frenzied bodies.
"M-Mingi-!" you cried helplessly, your limbs twitching as he bullied his cock into you mercilessly, hands pinned as you could do nothing but stay bent over and take it.
His smell clouded your senses, his voice blaring in your mind, his cock branding its shape into your body. Your body was no longer your own in that moment; it was Professor Song's. He was reading you, analyzing between your lines, and finding the spots that made you cry and made you shake. You were so exposed, so wet, and so flustered. And it felt so fucking good.
"I want you to cum for me, gorgeous," Mingi begged lowly against your neck, dragging your hand down and pressing your fingertips against your swollen clit. He kept his hand there, guiding your fingers in slow, pressured circles against the sensitive nub.
"For listening so well, for being such a smart girl." You gasped, thighs clenching as the pleasure curled around your lower belly in a flurried heat.
His hand only squeezed yours harder, like he was trying to keep his own body at bay, prevent himself from completely snapping your poor soft body in half underneath him.
"Nice and loud," Mingi repeated one last time, sinking his teeth into your throat as he pushed his hips deep into you and rolled like he was trying to become one with you, with your soul.
"Cum for me nice and loud, baby. Let me hear you scream."
okay okay okay pero like imagine yungi x reader whoâs tall AND curvy? oh i know these boys would eat that UPPPP(quite literally) theyâre already touchy, but add some extra plushness and curves for them to cling/hold onto? Yeah so youâre not moving or breathing ever again without them touching you and being in your space.
and I alr know how sweet they would be whenever you get down on yourself, knocking whatever doubts you have about yourself with sweet words and touches (the freak flag would be flyin with this one tho ngl)
do what you want with this ideađ I js wanted to share bc i thought youâd maybe enjoy it!!
thank you so much for this ask i think you just healed a part of me.
bf! mingi x fem!reader x bf!yunho
âËŕż tall, curvy, insecure reader. angst, fluff, smut minors dni
âËŕż this is non-canon 3comp crumbs because i'm insane
âËŕż p in v, oral f receiving, anal, mxm, fingering, degradation, hella praise, one alcoholic drink consumed, subspace, mingi n yunho big boys, they're in love, established relationship dynamics, light bdsm dynamics, huge gigantic breeding kink, words mommy and pregnancy are used, aftercare
âËŕż wc 8.8k, im an insane debauched human being, pls let me know if i forgot anything
âCan we go out tonight?â Yunhoâs head hung off the back of the recliner, his head tilted to look at you and Mingi in the kitchen, sharing a bowl of chips at the counter, scrolling on your phones. A book halfway read laid on his lap, your top lip curled at the question, you assumed tonight was another night in.Â
âWhere?â You answered his question like there was nothing open at this hour. Seven in the evening on a Friday, you wanted it to be another night in with your boyfriends. Those were your favorite.Â
âJinkies,â Yunho replied simply, like that answer was so obvious you should have known it already. The dive bar a few streets over you frequented often, your friends were always there, it was a staple for your town. Your gaze slid to Mingi and he blinked at you, indifference on his face, before stuffing another chip in his mouth.Â
âWhat if we go tomorrow instead?â You tilt your head, smiling enticingly at Yunho, but his eyebrows slanted in a way that meant he saw straight through you. When he asked tomorrow, youâd say Next week, then heâd be irritated, and youâd spend half the night trying to make it up to him when all you wanted to do was stay home cuddled up to his side.Â
âCome on,â Mingi nudged your phone in your hand with his own, âWe havenât been out in awhile, and itâs Yunho asking this time, not me.â
That was true. It usually was Mingi asking to go out, get drunk, to inevitably go home and fuck like drunken rabbits, forever his plan, his favorite weekend activity. Your top lip curled again, a low whine sneaking its way past your lips, your head tilting back.Â
âWhy canât we just stay home and spend quality time with each other?â You complained, slipping off the stool you sat on to trudge over to Yunho, who kept amusement in his eyes as he watched you come closer. You leaned down, palms pressed into the armrests of the recliner he sat on, letting your voice sink into something sultry, âWe could have a lot more fun if we stayed home.â
He tilted his chin up in a way that meant Kiss me, âWe can do that when we get home, baby. It's Friday, we can sleep in tomorrow.â You pouted, but you closed the distance to press your lips against his, anyway. You tried to deepen it with the next kiss, sinking into him farther, trying to pry open his lips with your tongue, but he pulled away. âYou know that doesnât work on me, Iâm not Mingi.â
âHey,â Mingi scoffed from the kitchen, âIâm not that easy. Usually she takes off her shirt, at that point itâs out of my hands.â
You canât help the smile that crawls onto your cheeks, even if you were trying to prove how much you hated the idea of leaving your apartment tonight. Yunho tilts his head, a palm reaching up to cradle one side of your face, âItâs only seven, you have plenty of time to get ready, we donât have to stay past twelve.â
You sigh, leaning off the recliner, hands landing on your hips. Every excuse you could have made, he just countered. He knows you too well.Â
Mingiâs jaw dropped from the counter, âThat was the easiest weâve ever gotten her to say yes.â
âWe? I asked,â Yunho responds, picking up his book again, fixing where his glasses sat on his face, completely ignoring how Mingiâs face blew wide with offense. âBe ready by nine.â
âIâm showering, youâre hanging out with me while I get ready,â you point at Mingi and he slides off the stool immediately, his lopsided, giddy grin spread wide.Â
âIâll shower with you!â He calls after you, hot on your tail as you walk into the hallway that leads to your shared bedroom. After being together for years, taking a shower together these days was more for saving water, saving time, than it was for quickies or heated touchesâ yet sometimes they were still for exactly that.Â
You washed your hair while he washed your body, just because he can, lathered hands sliding over each curve of your body, taking time on your chest, your ass, giving each a proper grope, playing it off that you were extra dirty. You rolled your eyes with a smile, but let him do as he pleased, his hands on your body so comforting, each touch filled with love, he was obsessed with you. Touching you. Feeling you.Â
You couldnât say you werenât obsessed too, the way you took time washing his body, on his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, his cock that began growing the moment your fingers neared. Groaning, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, âDonât start, we wonât leave the fuckinâ house.â
With raised brows, your smile in answer was mischievous. He shook his head, lips parting as you gripped him just right, âFuck, heâll kill us, or tie us up or something. Donât start, seriously.â
You leaned into him, smiling at him, your lowered eyes meeting his easily, your heads almost meeting the same height, your gaze sank him deeper into your trap. âI already started.â
The shower curtain opened. You jumped away from each other, caught red-handed.Â
Yunhoâs sigh was long, knowing. Deep brown hair ruffled on his forehead, glasses nowhere to be seen, he was naked, his strong body on display, your mouth watered. He noticed, but instead his features drooped into a scowl.
âCanât let you two do anything,â he mumbled, annoyed, stepping in right between you.Â
You pouted, but stayed for the duration of the shower in an attempt to convince him to do anything else but go to the bar. You loved staying home with them, but your distaste for going to the bar was a little more loaded, a tad bit deeper than you let on.Â
The dingy dive bar you frequented, full of everyone you know, you loved seeing them, but sometimes it made you sick remembering that they saw you, too. Ripping your closet apart to find an outfit, then finding one just to try it on and hate how it looks on you. Your jeans didnât fit like they did four years ago. Your chest spilled out of the collection of going out tops you had in your closet.Â
Your body was differentâ but it should be. Your mindset changes as you get older, your hormones change, your priorities change, everything changes, but somehow you couldnât accept that your body changed, too. It was insecurity, it was something you kept on a tight leash so it didnât bleed into your relationship with the two men who loved you severely.Â
You were getting your period soon and already feeling more bloated than usual, on top of the regular insecurity that thrummed beneath your skin as a constant reminder. You didnât want to go. You didnât want to see anyone that knew you back then, that can compare the old you to the new you. You could go to Jinkies a thousand times and still have the same uncomfortable pang in your gut about leaving the house.
Mingi helped with your hair, styled it how you liked it while you did your makeup, just dark enough for the dive bar vibe. Upbeat music played throughout your shared space, the three of you mindlessly singing along to your favorite songs as you got ready in your bedroom, a king-sized bed right in the middle, big enough for the three of you.Â
Youâve never been small. Always taller than your friends, forever standing behind them at concerts so they could see, reaching the things they couldnât reach, somehow being seen as rougher, more masculine in a strange way, just because you towered over them. Having to do research on the inseam of pants before you bought them, clothes not fitting right, even having a smaller dating pool. Being in a relationship with two tall men was incredible, even better that they were still taller than you, despite it just being an inch or two. Almost face to face with Mingi, Yunho still stood above you both.Â
Theyâve never once been the core of your insecurity. For a long time, it lay dormant, like you locked it away in a box, never to be opened again. Over the years, youâve had your fair share of not being able to wear heels, slouching your shoulders to appear smaller, but never once with Mingi and Yunho have you needed to shrink any part of yourself. They loved you, every fucking inch of you, loud and proud.Â
You couldnât pinpoint when the box had been unlocked, but when you opened it again, it was exploding, overflowing with things that werenât there when you tucked it away.Â
You faced your closet, robe tied tight on your waist, heart pounding against your chest.Â
âWear the sexy jeans,â Yunho came up behind you, hands on your hips, his cheek pressed to yours. He smelled like your bodywash, clean, still him. You leaned into him, the comfort of his touch, too deep in your head, eyes laying over the denim in your closetâ you didnât know if the sexy jeans were still all that sexy.Â
But you pulled them out anyway, jumping into them, ignoring how Mingi snickered behind you. After he clasped your bra around your back, you pulled a random black top over your head, immediately reaching for the black bomber jacket you loved. Looking in the mirror, your jaw clenched, you swung the jacket over your shoulders before your thoughts could settle.Â
âWeâre not leaving for awhile yet, baby, if you wanna wait to put your jacket on,â Yunho kisses your head softly as he passes you, going into the bathroom for his cologne.Â
You meet Mingiâs eye as you pull it closer to your body. Heâs studying you always, too in-tune with your emotions, they both are. Reading your thoughts before youâve properly finished them.Â
âYou look so fucking sexy,â he says low, almost under his breath as he crosses the room, pressing his forehead to yours, pushing your jacket off your shoulders. He kisses you as it falls to the floor, his hands reaching for your waist, squeezing you, tongue slipping between your freshly glossed lips. âLemme see you,â he mutters against your mouth, taking a step back. His face morphs into pleasure like youâd just taken his cock into your mouth, âGod, Iâm so fuckinâ lucky. Yunho, come look at our pretty baby, all dolled up for us.â
Yunho, from the doorway to the bathroom, whistles low, âIâll never get tired of that ass, fuck, donât know how âm gonna keep my hands off you.â
âWe could always just stay home,â youâre smiling as you turn your head to see him, âYou can keep your hands on me.â
âBut you look so pretty,â he pouts, head tilting, so puppy-like it makes your tummy tumble. âI want everyone to see how beautiful my girlfriend is.â
âWe wanna show you off,â Mingi pulls you into him and you brace your hands on his chest, giggling. Black tee beneath his zip-up, soon to be paired with a leather jacket on top, he had a hat on his head, hiding his shiny black hair thatâs grown longer, touching the base of his neck. Baggy jeans on his legs, crisp sneakers on his feet, he was in his dive-bar uniform.Â
Yunhoâs uniform, loose cargos, an oversized tee, even more oversized flannel, his favorite sneakers on his feet. They were so predictable it made you laugh sometimes.Â
âFine,â you press your lips to his, slinging your arms around his neck, âI wonât beg anymore.â
âWeâll only be out a few hours,â Yunho is at your back, hands on your hips, now smelling like warmth, vanilla, woodsy cedar. He presses his lips to your hair again, his favorite place to kiss, anywhere on your head. âYou can have a few drinks and remind us what a lilâ tequila does to you.â
You snort, wiggling out of their grip, picking the black jacket up from the floor, âYou two will be reminding me what whiskey does to you, after youâve dapped up the entire fucking town.â
Looking back at them, Yunhoâs arms are linked around Mingiâs waist, standing slightly crouched behind him, their cheeks pressed together. You throw a hand on your hip, âOkay, choose a pair of shoes for me.â
The November air outside is fucking freezing, the inside of Jinkies isnât much better, but its giving you an excuse to hold your jacket close, so you canât complain. Bodies surround you, people youâve known for years, people youâve never met, everyone seems to have eyes on you and itâs already fucking suffocating.Â
âThis is my girlfriend,â Mingi is introducing you to someone from his job with the widest grin on his face, the guy is tall, you think Mingi said his name starts with a J? Structured face, broad build, generally handsome. âAnd my boyfriend, Yunho.â
You give him a tight-lipped smile, but your eyes dance about the bar, feeling like a sore thumb. Your arms are tucked under your chest, you needed a drink, you wanted to go back home. Mingi laughs from his belly, something J-guy said, Yunho speaks over them to excuse you both with a hand on your lower back.Â
âLetâs get you a drink,â his eyes are on the crowd, on the flooded bar before you, on alert for a space to slide in, to flag the bartender down. You wished being tucked into his side meant you could cower beneath his height, be invisible amongst the sea of bodies.
Your lips are scrunched to one side, spitting an unhappy mumble, âMake it a double.â
He leans in against the bar, a sliver of space he carved out for himself, he keeps you tucked close to him and raises a brow while he taps his card along the bar. âWhatâs up with you?â
Your eyes jump up, defensive, âNothing, just donât wanna be here.â
He hums, âMm, something else, something youâre not telling me.â
Your lips smack, âI told you I didnât wanna come from the jump, Yun.â
Yunhoâs eyes are back on Mingi, that possessive streak of his showing in the flex of his jaw. Your eyes glide over to where your boyfriend stood, still laughing at something else J-guy said, his head tilting back, mismatched teeth on display. You watch Yunho watching, his brows a line, eyes squinting as if he could explode the man making his boyfriend laugh with his eyes.Â
âHeâs fine, leave him be,â you say under your breath, âbring him a drink and heâll be at your feet.â
Then Yunhoâs eyes are on yours again and you feel the irritation behind them, but he doesnât comment, instead asking, âHeâs kinda hot, whatâs his name again?â
You shrug, âDonât care. Whatâs taking so long?â
âThereâs a bar full of people, baby,â he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, âhave patience.â
You feel like a spoiled brat, arms crossed, foot tapping, not feeling any warmth when your boyfriend kisses your skin. You wished you could tell him itâs not because of him, itâs not because he all but dragged you here, it isâ but itâs more than that. You didnât want to hear him tell you youâre wrong for feeling this way, that itâs not true, that youâre beautiful.Â
Truth is, in his eyes, in Mingiâs eyes, you know youâre beautiful. You feel it every single day.Â
But no one else here is looking at you with rose-colored glasses the way they do.Â
Yunhoâs hand pulls your arms from your chest, unzipping your jacket to slide his arm around your waist, beneath the black leather. His hand hot on your skin, you fix your posture in a quick, startling jump of movement, Yunho flinches before settling his hand where he wants it.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â His brows are furrowed now, looking into your fucking soul with those chocolate brown eyes you want to eat, âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine, Yunho,â you step back, âIâm gonna go to the bathroom, hopefully youâll have drinks by the time I get back.â
God, you hate acting like this. You hate who your insecurity is turning you into right now, a sharp-tongued asshole taking it out on the wrong person. What you hate the most is that you canât fucking stop.Â
The bathroom line isnât long, girls around you in outfits much too dressy for a dive bar, at least for your tastes. Fresh blowouts, mini-skirts, heeled boots on their feet, it didnât match the dollar bills stapled to the beams on the ceiling or the vintage pin-ball machine, nor the heavy rock music slamming into your ears or half the men here who wore leather on leather.Â
They look beautiful, every single one of them. You hate that youâre sour because you donât look just like them. Standing slouched, shoulders inward, their stomachs still flat, their legs crossed, not a sign of cellulite peeking from beneath their mini-skirts, it was nauseating. Theyâre younger than you, that youâre sure of, but damn, did you look like that even at their age? You canât remember, or your mind refuses you even a moment of reprieve.Â
Your chin tilts upward until your eyes are on the ceiling. Itâs jealousy, insecurity, youâre too self-aware for your mind to imprison you like thisâ itâs utterly and completely unfair.Â
You listen as they share lip gloss and take pictures with their digital cameras while youâre in the stall, talking about who-kissed-who and whoâs leaving with who tonight. Your mouth tastes like bile, so disgustingly jealous it makes you sick, until you leave the bathroom to be met with a face that was last on your list of people to see tonight.Â
âOh my God, itâs been so long,â Jihyo, a friend youâve known since college, one of the most beautiful women youâve ever known, one of the most beautiful women on the planet, probably. If coming here was lighting a matchstick, seeing her was throwing yourself into the fucking fire.
You give her a tight, short hug, forcing yourself to ignore how tiny she feels in your arms, âOnly a few months, I thought.â
Her laughter, her smile, easily found compared to the one plastered on your lips, forced out of your mouth. You canât imagine the things sheâs thinking right now, what disappointed thoughts are on her mindâ
âA few months too long, you look fucking incredible,â she gives you a one-over and youâre lucky there isnât alcohol in your system yet, you might have emptied your stomach right there.
âShut up,â you shake your head, smile beginning to cramp, âyou never change. Like, genetically perfect, I think.â
She smacks your arm, giggling, âPlease. Have you seen Jongho? Heâs somewhere around here, I think.â
âMaybe heâs with Yunho or Mingi, theyâre up by the bar somewhere.â
âIâm gonna go look for him, Iâm in dire need of a cig.â
You part ways easily, youâre praying Yunho has a drink for you. Finding your boyfriends was simple, their heads popping up over everyone elseâs, up by the bar where you let one of them. A cocktail in Mingiâs hand, a beer in Yunhoâs, a matching cocktail for you in Yunhoâs other hand. You could cry from the sheer relief of tequila in your sights.
âThere she is,â Mingiâs eyes drape over your figure, hunger incarnate, a brain thatâs never not directly in the gutter, âCanât believe how fucking sexy you look, I need to rip those jeans off of you.â
Ignoring him, you take the clear plastic cup from Yunhoâs hand, forgoing the straw as you suck down a few chugs, enough to where both of their eyebrows raise with comedic timing you couldnât appreciate. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, blinking at them, âWhat?â
âNothing,â they respond simultaneously, heads shaking.Â
âI saw Jihyo,â your eyes are bouncing around the bar again in self-preservation, âsheâs here with Jongho.â
âThat means theyâre all here,â Yunhoâs grin widens, his eyes already leading to the backdoor.Â
âShall we go?â Mingi looks at Yunho, then to you, but you both wait for Yunhoâs nod before you begin for the lionâs den. Youâre chugging down more tequila, waiting patiently for the burn of ease to spread from your tummy to your limbs, needing something to hit before you push the heavy steel door open to the frigid air behind it.Â
Everyone howls upon seeing your boyfriends, all loud laughs and wide grins, hands smacking together and fists pounding against backs. Everyone greets you kindly, side hugs, kisses pressed to your cheek from the girls, all of whom look stupidly gorgeous. Jongho, Wooyoung, Yeosang, their girlfriends Jihyo, Sana and Tzuyu. San and Jongin, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was a spur of the moment family reunion that you didnât want to be at, but no one would have a clue.Â
You think Yunho has caught on by now.Â
How your smile only appears when someone addresses you directly, how you decline each offer of a smoke despite liquor in your system, only adding to the conversation with small, meaningless words. He pulls you inside under the guise of your already empty drink, long fingers wrapped around your forearm, eyebrows knitted together in concern, âWhatâs going on with you?â
The music pounds over your words. âI told you Iâm fine, Yunho.â
âAnd I know youâre not,â his voice is harsh, clean-cut, demanding the truth. âAre you just acting like a fucking brat because I dragged you out of the house?â
âNo, Yuââ
âWe havenât been out in months, and I wanted to see our friends. Iâm asking you for one night, a few hours, and you canât even give me that?â
Oh, your face burns. Your ears dipped in fire. Thereâs a tightness in your chest that feels inescapable, of embarrassment, of guilt, of genuine fucking sadness that he thinks youâd do that, act like that, just because you werenât getting your way.Â
âItâs not that, Yunho, I swearââ
âThen what is it?â Heâs reading your face, trying to see into your mind, trying to gauge some kind of truth other than the one heâs made up.Â
âGive me your flannel,â you say bluntly, skipping past the explanation, straight to what would make you feel better in the moment. What would ease you enough so you could pretend better.
He blinks at you. You stand your ground, despite your voice cracking, âGive me your flannel, Yunho.â
Heâs silent for a second, âWhy do you want myââ
âYou can wear one of Mingiâs jackets, or mine, I donât care, just give me the fucking flannel, Yunho.â
His eyebrows furrow, sliding it off his shoulders, you hand him your empty drink as you unzip the bomber, trading your jacket for his flannel, oversized on him, it swallows you. A thick, wool dress your jeans peek out of, it settles half the unease in your tummy, being hidden beneath his clothes.
âBaby, why?â He looks concerned, voice small, curious.Â
âI felt exposed,â you shrug it off, âthis is better.â
Mingi barrels inside, his drink empty too, his grin lazy and stamped on his face like this was the best night of his life. It disappears when he sees the two of you. Your heart churns.
âWhat goes on?â He asks, brows furrowing, coming in close, looking between the two of you. âDid you come inside to play Dress To Impress? Nice outfit change.â
âNo,â you reply instantly, shaking your head, usually youâd laugh, smile, at least. âI just need another drink.â
Yunho seems like heâs still calculating. Blinking, eyes glazed over like he was putting pieces together in his head. After a moment, he looks at Mingi, âWeâre leaving.â
Mingi pouts, a whine escaping him, âWhy? I was just coming in to get another drink and take a leak.â
âNo weâre not,â you shake your head, eyes pleading to Yunho who had already made his decision, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean for this to become a thing, itâs fine. We can stay.â
âWhat do you mean a thing?â Mingiâs confused now, head bobbing back and forth, âWhat became a thing? Tell me the thing. Are you okay, baby? Did something happen?â
âItâs fine, Min,â you pull away in the direction of the bar, grabbing Mingiâs wrist to drag him along in escaping the mess you created, âletâs get another drink.â
âI said weâre going home.â
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You hated when he used that voice on you, the edge of dominance, so unyielding and clear your back straightened on command, body stopping mid-movement, heart plummeting to the base of your gut. Like a spell, or maybe you were just a well-trained dog, when Yunho used that voice, you fucking listened.Â
âSay your goodbyes and get in the car.â
You had tears in your eyes by the time you made it to the passengerâs seat of Yunhoâs Acura. Knees touching, hands folded on top of your jacket in your lap, staring out the window, pretending like your guilt wasnât eating you alive. You donât know why it bothered you so heavily tonight, something you carry with you all the time, you canât pinpoint why it made you so ugly tonight out of all nights. You didnât behave like that usually, you were far better at hiding it, you kept the feelings on a tight leash so this wouldnât happen.Â
Mingi hummed along to Yunhoâs radio the entire ride home, you werenât sure if he was oblivious, or waiting for the explosion. You werenât sure how to get out of this without exposing yourself completely, without telling them the truth. Youâve never really had to lie to them before.
Nervous. You didnât want to lie, but you didnât want to tell them the truth, either. Yunho didnât speak until after he locked the door behind him.Â
âTell me whatâs wrong, and be honest. Please.âÂ
He didnât sound mad. Your eyes peeked up at this, surprise written on your face when youâre met with Yunho who looked upset. Scared. Hurt, even. You couldnât put your finger on it.Â
âI just didnât like my outfit, thatâs all,â your voice is shaky, high-pitched. You donât know when you became a shit liar.Â
His hands are on your waist at the obvious deceit, guiding you forward until your back is pressed against Mingi, the three of you conjoined in your foyer, barely inside the apartment yet. His head leans down to press his forehead against yours, his voice soft, âCome on, baby, tell me the truth. I know you like the back of my hand, thereâs no point in lying.âÂ
You attempt to swallow down the tightness in your throat that was beginning to crawl up again. Your bottom lip poking out, your voice cracked as you said, âI donât know how to say it to you.âÂ
His hands slide upward until theyâre cupping your cheeks, Mingiâs hands settle on your hips, tucking you inside a bubble of them. The two people who have never made you feel less than, the loves of your fucking life, who love you just as much as you love them. Knowing you could lean on them for support but being too fucking insecure to do it is like two different halves of you fighting, teeth and claws bared.Â
âI donât look like Jihyo,â you blurt, and the sob that follows is harsh. The rest is a jumble of words, barely audible from your sobs that rip every syllable apart, but saying it out loud is somehow a weight off your shoulders. âI donât look like Jihyo, or Sana, or Tzuyu, or any of those fucking girls in that bar. I donât look the same as I looked at twenty-two and it makes me sick.âÂ
Yunhoâs answer comes after a second of thought, of looking deep into your eyes, after reaching into his well of information about you, telling him how to proceed. âDo you want me to say the shit you know Iâm gonna say?âÂ
You shake your head furiously, words rushed, âI know how you feel about me, I know you love me, I know you think Iâm beautiful. It just gets to me sometimes.âÂ
Mingiâs hands tighten on your hips, his head pressed to yours, holding you as close as he can without suffocating you. âCan we show you then?âÂ
You sniff, âHuh?âÂ
âCan we show you how much we love you, how beautiful we think you are, instead of telling you?â His breath is hot on your neck, his hands heavy on your hips. Yunhoâs still holding your cheeks with pleading eyes like heâd beg you to say yes if he needed to.Â
Your head starts to shake, a rebuttal on your lips, but Yunho steals the words from your mouth. Lips pressed to yours, heâs rough at first, pulling you down into submission, you fall in line easily, melting into his touch was routine.Â
âYou need this,â he whispers into your mouth, deepening the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips, and already you feel lighter.Â
Mingiâs head drops into the pocket of your neck, moving your hair out of the way so his lips can find the spot below your ear, âLet us worship you, baby. Show you how much we love this fuckinâ body.âÂ
His hands slide up to your chest, lips attaching to the sensitive spot on your neck, Yunhoâs tongue working your mouth open like heâs done a million times before. Thereâs emotion in Yunhoâs kiss, words you donât want him to say, everything he canât say on his tongue that dances with yours.Â
You sink into them, nails clawing into Yunhoâs forearms, back pressed into Mingiâs front as he holds you, kisses your skin like heâs burning his love for you into it. God, you fucking love them, you love them so much it hurts.Â
âCâmon,â Yunhoâs hands were under your ass before you noticed Mingi pulled away, picking you up with a motion much too easy. That alone has your mind in shambles, but he kisses you as he walks you to the bedroom, effectively shutting your mind off, a purposeful action.Â
They crawl on top of you, both of them, four hands in different places. On your cheek, your thigh, your waist, your neck, they take either side of you like they owned halves of you, your partners, your boyfriends, they owned all of you, both of them.Â
âSmell so fucking good,â Mingi groans into your neck, tongue flattening against your skin, âwanna eat you.âÂ
âNo idea how beautiful this body is,â Yunhoâs hand goes for his flannel over your chest, âyou have no idea how hard I get just by looking at you, baby.âÂ
You whimper, hips bucking into Mingiâs hand that laid against your thigh. He chuckles into your neck, âWeâll get there, baby, donât worry. Gonna treat our wife so good tonight.âÂ
Your tummy tumbles at wife, a moan slipping past your lips, they both catch it. Mingi chuckles into your neck, pulling the hand from your thigh to grab you by the chin to face him, âYou like that? Being called our wife?âÂ
You nod, brows furrowed, face already blown out in pleasure. Yunhoâs smiling as he unbuttons the flannel, met with the low-cut black top beneath, âFuck, we should make you a mommy. Your tits are unreal, my love.â
You clench around nothing, pooling in your panties by now, Mingi drinks up your moan as he presses his lips to yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he needed your taste to keep himself focused. Hands splayed across your tummy, your chest, squeezing you through your bra, you didnât know whoâs hands were whoâs.Â
You quickly realized you didnât care when you were being pulled upward, flannel pushed off your shoulders, top pulled over your head. It was Mingi who unclasped your bra one-handed, he fastened it for you daily, took it off of you daily.Â
His lips wrapped around your hardened nipple, fingers toying with the other as your head knocked back against the mattress, a harsh hiss of pleasure pushing past your lips. Yunho was already at the button of your jeans, âAs much as I love these jeans on you baby, how they make your ass look, how it sways when you walk⌠shit, I need a picture of you in these.âÂ
âTake one,â you squeak, breathless, back arched under Mingiâs lips on your chest, squealing when his teeth graze your nipple.Â
âNext weekend,â Yunho commands, dragging your zipper down, âyouâll wear these again, and that strappy lilâ top I love.â
âFuck,â you huff, hips jerking into his touch.Â
âSo needy,â Yunho tsks, âand you were gonna say no. As if we donât know what you need.â
âTrust us, baby,â Mingiâs lips move back up your chest, sucking at the skin on the base of your neck, âwe know everything about you. Spent years learning and loving this beautiful body, figuring out that insanely intelligent mind of yours.â
âSmart and beautiful,â Yunhoâs thumbs tucked into the waistband of your jeans, tugging them over the curve of your ass, âfunny, too. Damn, Min, we really hit the jackpot, huh?âÂ
You can feel the breath of Mingiâs amusement on your neck, âSexy, smart, funny⌠pussy tastes so sweet, too. Maybe we will make you a mommy tonight.âÂ
You should be fucking embarrassed at the sound that leaves your lips. Pure, unbridled lust in the form of a strangled moan, everything in you was saying yes, please, do it.Â
âSo wet, these panties are stickinâ to you,â as if Yunho said the trigger word Mingi is pushing himself off your upper half, one veiny hand holding up your thigh, youâre just now noticing he lost his jackets, his hat.Â
His black tee clinging to him, face red and splotchy, dark eyes dilated as Yunho slides your panties to the side. Mingiâs face morphs in pleasure, both of them groaning, Yunho curses under his breath, âYouâre dripping, baby.â His eyes shoot up your body, meeting your gaze, âSo fucking beautiful, you wanna be a mommy that bad?â
âStop saying that,â you mutter, fingers twisting in the comforter beneath you, hips twitching. Mingi keeps you spread, strong fingers under your knee, thigh folded over your tummy. He leans down to throw it over his shoulder, a gasp leaving your lips when his tongue makes contact with your seam, a long, sick stripe between your folds. His moan bleeds into yours and Yunho sighs, sitting back on his calves, eyes glazed over as he watches Mingi between your legs.Â
âYou sound so pretty,â heâs mindlessly speaking, eyes locked on your center, on Mingiâs tongue that flicks over your clit. Your hands are in his long hair, tugging at his roots, staggered breaths and whimpers leaving your lips.Â
âTaste so fuckinâ good,â Mingi grunts into your core, his breath hot against your wet folds, youâre squirming at the ghost of his lips on your clit.Â
Yunho bends down, spreading your legs impossibly farther, as if he wanted your knee to hit the mattress. The stretch feels good with Mingiâs mouth on you, even better as Yunho dips his head in too, two tongues on your cunt, lapping up every ounce of wetness, grunting and groaning like they were doing it for their own pleasure.Â
âYouââ your words come out through short, desperate breaths, âItâs too much.â
Ignoring you, someoneâs tongue is inside you, the otherâs lips around your clit, sucking, teeth grazing, your moans grow louder, piercing the air of your shared bedroom, your belly filled with white-hot fire.Â
âIs our wifey gonna cum already?â Yunho, his voice honey-sweet, âWithout anything inside her?â
You nod, eyes slits, so squinted in pleasure you could barely see the two heads between your legs. Mingiâs lips stay wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as Yunho keeps talking, âYou donât want my finger inside you? Curled just right, against that little spot inside you that makes you see stars?âÂ
âFuck, Yunho,â your hips are bucking against Mingiâs face, an orgasm you fear the intensity of on the brink of exploding, ââm gonna cum.â
âGonna cum on Mingiâs tongue? You want his fingers inside you, then? Theyâre thicker than mine, yanno, almost the size of that pink toy in the drawerâŚâ
Heâs teasing you and your body ignites, tummy churning, body locking up, he smiles. His long, middle finger prods your entrance, beneath Mingiâs tongue, curling in the way he said he would, the slight pressure against that spot inside you has you squeezing around his finger, pleasure exploding in your tummy, legs shaking as it spreads throughout each limb, every nerve ending.Â
âSo good for us,â Yunhoâs praise keeps your hips twitching, waves of pleasure exploding beneath your skin, âso fuckinâ good, our good girl, there you go.â
He adds another finger, moving now, thrusting up inside you with a curve to his knuckle that has you seeing stars. Overstimulation hitting, you panic, nails clawing at his forearm, âYunho!â
Mingi breaks off your clit with a pop, licking his lips, watching how you gush around Yunhoâs fingers with dilated, focused eyes, âMake her cum again, just like that.âÂ
Mingiâs forearm holds down your hips, pressure into the fluff of your lower tummy, the sounds that ripped from your gut were obscene. Guttural cries, not pretty ones, a song of how overwhelming it was to have your orgasm never truly end, cunt clenching around his fingers, pulsing and gushing against him.Â
âYou can do it, baby,â Mingi encourages, Yunhoâs brows locked in focus, âcâmon, give us another. Wanna see you all messy.â
âShitâ shit,â the weight of Mingiâs arm on your tummy, pressed against where Yunhoâs fingers curved inside of you, was too much. The pressure was too heavy. âI canât,â youâre shaking your head, voice high-pitched, âI canât, I canâtââ
âLet go,â Mingiâs voice is low, soaked in greed, âlet go for us, let yourself feel it, let us show you how much we love you.â
âLove you so fucking much,â Yunhoâs gasping, in awe at how their words make you clench, âwanna taste it, one more, câmon.â
Your fingers dig into Mingiâs arm over your tummy as the pressure blows again, this one just as intense as the first, if not more, your vision whiting out as Yunhoâs fingers worked you through the eruption of scalding pleasure.Â
âFuck,â Mingiâs groan is edged with need, âIâm so fucking hard.â
âThought you were just a painslut, baby,â Yunho pops his fingers into his mouth when the aftershocks subsided, âDidnât think praise got you off like that, too.â
âSituational,â Mingiâs short reply is filled with amusement as he crawls up your twitching, spent body, hands immediately landing on your hips, squeezing your skin as his tongue sloppily slides into your mouth. âNeed to be inside you,â he mumbles into your lips, âneed to feel you clenching around me.â
Yunhoâs behind him, pulling him upward to tug his shirt over his head, grabbing him by the throat to turn his head to the side, attaching their lips like theyâd been waiting for this all night. Mingi sinks into his hips, head craning while Yunhoâs hands splay across his stomach, sliding upward, halting just to flick at his nipples.Â
Mingi moans into his mouth and Yunhoâs hands drop again to palm him through his jeans, unbuttoning them, pulling the zipper town, dropping the denim just enough so his brief-covered cock pokes out. Your mouth waters, heat flooding you all over again as you watch Mingiâs body arch and twitch under Yunhoâs long fingers, strong hands.Â
Yours. The reminder was still dizzying.Â
Mingi moans when Yunho pulls his cock out, giving it a few harsh tugs, the crimson red tip leaking with precum, just enough for Yunho to smear along his length, twisting his wrist. Your hand drops between your legs, rubbing lazily at your clit, softly, overstimulation still thrumming in your bundle of nerves.Â
âSo fucking big,â you mumble mindlessly, lips parted, your other hand toying with one of your nipples.Â
Yunhoâs eyes open to watch you, smirk tugging at his lips, âYou want it? Want him inside you, baby?â
âWanna be full,â you donât meet his eye, gaze locked on Mingiâs clenching abdomen, how Yunho expertly fists his cock. âWant both of you, need both of you inside.â
Yunhoâs brows raise, even Mingiâs eyes widen at that. Mingi reiterates, âBoth of us?â
As if it were the first time youâd had them both inside you. You nod, floaty, âMhm.â
Yunho lets Mingi go to undress himself, Mingi kicks his pants off his feet as he pulls you toward him by your ankles, your ass almost meeting his knees. On his knees, he pulls you up by your wrists until you have your own legs tucked under you, easily picking you up onto his lap. âGod, this body is so fucking sexy, baby. Canât wait to fill you up, make your tummy all plump.â
You whine, forehead falling onto his shoulder, âStop saying that.â
âWhy would I when it makes your pussy so creamy?â Heâs smiling, smirking, you can hear it in his voice. âYou wanna be nice nâ full just as bad, donât you? Want me to fuck you full of my kids?â
âHoly shit,â you mumble under your breath, body twitching in his hold while he explores every inch of your exposed skin, fingers following every line, every curve, each touch imprinting his love for you.Â
âItâs okay, baby,â he kisses the side of your head, âdonât be embarrassed. Sit on my cock, lemme fill you up, câmon.â
He grabs at the skin of your ass to move you, lining you up with his cock, you hold onto his shoulders for leverage as his tip catches on your entrance, a choked moan already tumbling from your lips.Â
âHavenât even put it in yet and youâre moaning like a bitch in heat,â he teases, catching your lips in a quick kiss, âyou gonna survive Yunho, too?âÂ
Yunhoâs warm hands are on your hips, his presence behind you like a shadow, guiding you down onto Mingiâs length. The air punches from your lungs in a tight squeak, heâs so fucking big, he fills you up so perfectly, the feeling is dizzying.Â
Yunhoâs lips are on your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as Mingi bottoms out, sheathed inside you deliciously. Your breath catches in your throat, tight, heat flooding every sense, every limb, tears swell in your waterline.Â
âCrying already,â Mingiâs talking to Yunho, his voice tight, âpretty baby wants two cocks and canât even handle one.â
You clench and he hisses, Yunho chuckles from behind you. âYou canât handle her pussy, either.â
âLetâs see how you fare balls deep in her ass,â Mingi bites back and youâre swimming, mind fuzzy while they talk about you like youâre not there. Not human. Just yours, for them to take, for them to bend, for them to fill, you didnât have to think if you didnât want to. You didnât need to.Â
You start moving, pleasure-soaked whimpers escaping as you bounce along the length of his cock, head falling forward onto Mingiâs shoulder again. You can hear the bottle of lube open behind you, but you pay no mind, the sound of Yunho slicking up his fingers, his cock above what your brain can materialize.Â
It was just you, feeling so full, feeling so loved, Mingiâs cock buried inside of you, curved to drag against the spot inside you, youâre babbling into his shoulder. âSo fucking good, Mingi, I love you, I love you.âÂ
Yunhoâs coated finger swirls around your entrance and youâre arching at the feeling, body a livewire, heâs pressed to your back in a moment. âGive me a color,â he orders, and the strike of dominance has you searching your mind for structure, you werenât in a scene, but he knew you were going fuzzy.Â
âGreen,â you find clarity, the system youâve put into place years ago slamming into the forefront of your mind.Â
âGood, breathe,â he reminds you, fingertip prodding at your entrance, you suck in a deep breath, clenching around Mingiâs length. âMy good girl, just breathe,â his chin is tucked into your neck, his other hand moving your hair out of the way, fingers pulling strands from your temple, your cheek. His lips press against your jaw as you suck down a breath, he sinks his finger deeper as you exhale, the sound verbal, laced with a cry. âLet me in, baby. You know what to do, you can stop thinking soon, I promise.â
Your eyes flutter closed, nails drawing crescents into Mingiâs shoulders, jaw slack as you try to remember. Letting your body relax, to be open for him, pliant, he hums into your neck. âJust like that, good girl, doing so, so good for me. Love this body, love what she can do for me, look at you.âÂ
âSo fucking beautiful, holy shit,â Mingiâs praise is added to the mix and youâre pushing against Yunhoâs finger, taking him deeper, silently asking for more. Yunho adds another and youâre keeling, body shaking, if it werenât for Mingiâs strong hands on your hips youâd be jelly. His cock jumps inside you and he hisses, fingers squeezing the plush on your sides, ââm sorry baby, fuck, youâre so wet, feels so fucking good.â
You hum, itâs all you can manage, so full, so brainless. You use the last bit of your strength to utter, âMore.âÂ
Yunho moves his fingers and you can hear how slick you are around Mingiâs cock, grinding against him so dirty, meeting Yunhoâs thrusts, Mingiâs whining into your ear. âFuck, fuck, so tight, so wet. I donât know if I can last like this.â
âYou can,â Yunho breathes, âyou will. You donât cum until I say so.â
Mingiâs hips buck into you and a strained noise escapes you. He curses, voice taut, ragged with pleasure, âFeels so fucking good, Yunho, she feels so good.â
âI know baby,â Yunho leans over your shoulder to find Mingiâs lips in a messy kiss. âYou can do it, I wonât last long inside, either. Body fuckinâ carved for us, made for us to fill.â
Youâre alight again, pulsing against them, moving faster, taking them deeper. They both moan, cradling you between them, but Yunho speaks, âReady for my cock? You want it?â
You nod, nonsensical babbles uttered from your lips, and Yunho laughs. âOh, sheâs gone. Give me a color and Iâll fill you up, baby.â
âGreen,â you rush, head shaking, âgreen, so green. Inside.â
His fingers leave your ass and you clench again, impatience on your tongue, fingertips drumming along Mingiâs skin. Yunho lines himself up and you hold your breath instinctively, bracing yourself, he reminds you with a light smack to your hip to breathe.Â
You choke on a moan as he begins pushing inside, colorful words ripped from your throat at the stretch, Mingi already so deep inside you, Yunhoâs full length meeting him, a thin wall separating them. Theyâre both groaning, staggered breaths of pleasure, curses, your sounds blend together in the open air of your bedroom, a song of coinjointness; it was a beautiful feeling, the three of you connected so deeply, you didnât know where one of you began and the other started anymore, it was the best youâve ever felt.Â
Nothing could ever feel better than this.Â
âI love you,â youâre whispering, croaking, âfuck, I love you.â
Mingi catches your lips as Yunho casts his love into your back, lips pressed to your skin as he starts moving, Mingi moving with him, youâre suspended between them for the taking, whatever they wanted, youâd give them. You trust them. You love them.Â
âSo tight,â youâve never heard Yunho so out of it, his voice lagged, layered with pleasure and awe.Â
âI can feel you,â Mingiâs gasping, tongue swiping along your bottom lip, âyou feel so good, you both feel so good, âm close.â
They pick up speed, finding a rhythm with one another, you at their mercy, taking all of it, every thrust. You lean back into Yunhoâs chest and his lips find your mouth, cock splintering inside you as he licks inside your mouth, Mingiâs lips finding your chest. You feel the curl of heat then, a greater pressure, pushing against their cocks like you wanted them out. You needed them to stay in.Â
âSheâs close,â Mingi uttered, tongue held straight out to flick against your nipple that bounced with your body, knowing your body all too well. Yunho breaks away from your mouth to slide his palm over your throat, without pressure, keeping you steady.Â
âSo am I,â Yunho replies, sounding ragged, close to the edge. âWant us to fill you up, baby? Wanna be so full of us?â
Your eyes open to Mingi smiling, âWant me to make you a mommy? Fill this lilâ pussy up?â
Your face contorts in pleasure, mouth opening without sound. His face matches yours, but he keeps talking, âYou want it, donât you? Want your tummy so pretty nâ round, fuckâ so sexy, so pregnant, wanna see your pussy dripping with my cum, tell me you want it, babyââ
âFill me up,â your words are slurred, tasting your orgasm on your tongue, âyes, give it to me. Give me a baby, give me more, fill me up.â
Yunhoâs grunt is obscenely lewd, âFuck, you two are insane, holy shit, Iâm gonna cum, cum with me, please, câmon.â
The pressure blows, tears streaking your cheeks as you slide limply forward, slugging against Mingiâs chest, both of their names a cry on your lips. Mingi keeps a strong arm around your back as he fucks you through it, his hips staggered, Yunhoâs skin slapping against yours with such strength youâre slamming into Mingi, at their mercy completely.Â
âIâm cumming,â Mingi says in a whimper, hips rocking into you, fucking himself through it, prolonging your orgasm as he fills you with warmth, long ropes of his cum, drool dribbling out of his mouth onto your shoulder.
Yunhoâs right behind him, a strained moan leaving him that only escapes when heâs finishing, emptying himself inside you, hips slowing down as he fucks himself through it. He leans forward just to lick up the drool that slipped from Mingiâs mouth, his tongue on your back makes you shudder.Â
Theyâre quick to pull out, to lay you flat on your back, to assess your body like theyâd done open heart surgery. Youâre swallowing down nothing, licking your dry lips, mind fuzzy, so in love as you stare at them hovering over you, concern mixed within the sweat on their brows.Â
Praise is a waterfall from their mouths, a mantra of You did so fucking good, Youâre so beautiful, I love you, You took us so well⌠Youâre smiling, a lazy, tired grin, reaching for them, they nuzzle up to you as soon as your arms move.Â
One on your left, the other on your right, both facing you, bodies so fucking hot you almost hate it, but their closeness makes you smile. Youâre safe between them, your partners, your boyfriends, who always take care of you. Theyâd do anything to make you happy. Theyâd do anything to make you feel better.Â
You finally talk after a long while, finding solace in Yunhoâs fingers dancing along your tummy, Mingiâs face pressed into your hair. âSince when do you want me pregnant?âÂ
Mingi snorts, Yunho huffs amusement through his nose. Mingi responds, voice loud in your ear from his closeness, âSix kids, three sired by both of us. Three boys, three girls.âÂ
Yours and Yunhoâs heads both turn, blinking at him, surprise on both of your faces. Mingi giggles, rolling onto his back, âIâm just kidding, God.â
It makes you laugh, an ache in your sore abdomen, their cum leaks at the clench of your muscles. You gasp, hips arching before it meets your comforter, rolling over onto Yunhoâs leg, âIâm leaking, please carry me.â
âThe comforterâs already ruined,â Yunho scoops you up into his arms, âIâll change it while youâre in the shower.â
âNo,â you cling to him, arms around his neck as he wraps a strong arm under your knees, âStay with me in the shower. Donât go.â
Mingi follows you in, your second shared shower of the day, letting the steaming water melt off the embarrassment and shame you felt earlier, basking in the warmth of both of them holding you, washing you, their hands on you. There was love in every touch, appreciation in each stroke of their fingers, in how they massaged your head, lathered up your supple skin, kissed you in between movements. The shower was quiet, silent, but there wasnât a need for words, for reassurance. Their presence, their touch was enough.Â
They love you just as you are, you didnât need anyone else to see you how they saw you. You needed them, and them only, and they needed you, too. Â
warnings: perv!jisung, edging, sexual activities (MDNI), no protection (b smart), dry humping, âjust the tipâ is a real sentence jisung says, creampie, dacryphilia, threat of getting caught
summary: chan is your big brother, jisung is his best friend. jisung is also the guy gooning over you every time heâs in your home.
han jisung is always in your fucking house.
does he even have parents? a bed of his own? you honestly arenât sure. itâs not like you could ask if you wanted to, because even though han jisung is always in your fucking house- heâs also always with your older brother.
ây/n, did you eat the last of momâs leftovers?â
âno.â
âare you lying?â
âshe looks like sheâs lying, hyung. looks guilty.â
you roll your eyes, feeling the weight of annoyance spiking at a level only your brother and his best friend could conjure in your soul as you glance sideways at them. if your popcorn would just turn a little faster in the microwave, you could escape them so much quicker.
han jisung is the type of person that makes you question how he got there in the first place. you donât remember meeting him, donât remember your first impression or the first conversation you had. itâs like heâs just always been there, attached to chanâs hip and eating all the snacks in your parentsâ pantry. chan treats jisung like the brother he never had, and in return jisung treats you like heâs the second brother you never asked for.
it really irks you- how he is always in your space, long legs taking up all the room on the couch, loud laughter and clapping hands carrying from chanâs room to your own across the hall. chan is irritating at times, as any sibling is, but jisung is irritating in entirely different ways.
example one: chan had always been a year above you in school. you never got to introduce yourself to your teachers, because they already knew you as chanâs little sister. he was the football captain, and the class president, and participated in so many extracurricular activities you felt your own head grow heavy at the thought of his daily schedule. everyone knew him, and everyone knew jisung- because jisung was always beside him.
jisung was co-captain, he was vice president, he was in every single club chan was. they both swear they never planned it, the same way they never planned to make you the worldâs most lonely teenager ever. because no high school boy wants to mess with chanâs little sister- and the ones that were brave enough to try, dealt with jisung.
jisung, who threw his arm around you every time he saw you talking to a boy by the lockers. jisung, who turned down every date you were asked on before you could even open your mouth. han fucking jisung, who-
âso, you know your friend with the curly hair?â jisung speaks up, standing way too close, leaning his elbows against the counter beside you while you zone out to the hum of the microwave. your popcorn just started popping.
you glance at him sideways, raising an eyebrow in amusement. âyes, iâm aware of her. you know, since sheâs my friend and all. â
jisung hums, biting into his pink bottom lip and looking up at you from his slouched, lazy posture. looking entirely too cocky, way too sure of himself. you blink, looking away before that mental image can get stuck in your head.
âis she single?â he asks, ignoring your scoff of discontent. when you donât respond he follows up with a whine, drawn out and scratching at your eardrums. âcome on- iâm asking for a friend!â
âwhat friend?â you shoot back, a little incredulous. âchan is the only friend you have!â
han fucking jisung- who is still the devil on your shoulder, even now.
chan graduated college last year. he moved back home, moved back in with your parents until he could find a place in the city- and you couldnât even pretend to be shocked when jisung decided to move back home too. then, it was your turn to graduate college. and it was only a little embarrassing to fold all of your clothes into your childhood dresser three months ago, feeling better knowing that chan was in the exact same boat.
now it feels like you never moved out. because you still live in your parentsâ house with your brother and jisung is still torturing you with his presence.
what makes everything about a billion times worse is that jisung got ripped while he was away at college. itâs obvious chan dragged him to the gym often, the muscled biceps underneath his tight black t shirt flexing with every move he makes. he isnât some scrawny boy who wears hoodies that swallow him anymore- now heâs⌠grown up. taller, bigger, but still a pain in your neck. now, the added irritation of all of your friends commenting on how hot your brotherâs best friend is just adds more insult to injury.
so, thatâs how it goes. you wake up every morning, have your first cup of coffee in peace, and let your mind wander without a path to follow. with your parents gone most of the time, enjoying each otherâs company now that they (in theory) have an empty nest, thereâs no one around to tell you not to use the good mugs- whatever that means- and thereâs no one to break the quiet comfort of silence in the mornings.
that is, until jisung knocks on your front door.
chan is never awake in time to answer, so itâs your duty to be the designated greeting card. you know itâs jisung, because itâs always jisung; when you open the door itâs with a loud groan, as if your peace has been shattered into tiny little shards of what once was. really, it has.
âgood morning to you too, gorgeous.â jisung hums, even throws in a wink when he squeezes past you to enter the space. as if he lives there, too.
âchan isnât awake,â you mumble as you always do, running a hand through your hair and sipping your coffee. it scalds your tongue, still way too hot, but itâs a better alternative to whatever jisung wants to ramble about today.
âoh! i actually meant to tell you- guess who i saw yesterday?â jisung is grinning, sharp white teeth on display. you fight a cold chill that makes you want to shiver, crossing your arms under your chest as you blankly look back at him.
âplease tell me who you saw yesterday, iâm on the edge of my seat,â you drawl lazily, monotoned. jisung chuckles as if he is winning an impromptu standoff, as if heâs never lost anything in his life. suddenly, you feel the spike of nerves in your stomach. jisung is always bad to be around, but heâs hellish when he has a secret he knows you want to know.
âi saw lee felix,â he hums out, grinning wider, eyes flicking down your body in slow motion, as if he wants to take the time to savor your reaction and watch the twitch in your fingertips.
you try not to react- you really try. but the flush you feel warming your cheeks and the furrow in your brow canât be hidden. once again, youâre irate because of han jisung. naturally.
âyou mean the guy you lied to about me not being single junior year of high school?â you huff, biting your cheek to stop your anger from slipping into your tone. jisung looks like he is entirely too pleased with himself. âthe guy you didnât correct when he assumed you and i were together? the guy i had a major crush on?â
jisung hums an affirmative sound, resting against the back of the couch behind him, mimicking the cross of your arms with his own muscular ones. you feel your grip tighten on your mug.
âexactly! and you know what he asked me?â jisung raises an eyebrow, tongue pressed between rows of pearly white teeth peeking out of his mouth. you feel the sudden intrusive thought to throw your scalding coffee at him, wipe the cocksure grin from the corners of his lips.
through gritted teeth you decide to humor him. âwhat did lee felix ask you, jisung?â
and his grin turns sharper- eyes narrowing, pushing off the back of the couch to step an inch closer to you. you hope he doesnât notice the way your breath hitches in your chest, hope he canât hear the way your heartbeat is loud in your ears. you have to look up to meet his eye, trapped between his muscled chest and the wall behind you.
âhe asked me if you were as good of a fuck as he imagined you to be.â
tv static is taking up all of the space in your head that usually holds your wit, your sharp tongue dulled under the all-encompassing heat in jisungâs stare. if you had any thoughts to spare, you would be asking yourself what the hell is happening. because this isnât the usual, annoying and protective act you were used to jisung pulling. this isnât the same as him telling every boy youâve ever met that he bites- jisung is looking down at you with an intensity behind his dark brown baby doe eyes that makes him look less like prey, more like the thing doing the hunting.
you have to ask yourself, what the hell is wrong with me? because even after all these years of jisung being the thing haunting your every waking moment, your thighs still clench together when he pushes closer. you still feel the way your eyes fight not to flutter closed when his cologne hits your nose, something that smells like roses and petrichor. you feel the pulse of want curl into the base of your stomach, thinking his hands look so much bigger now, wrapped around vein-ridden biceps with crossed arms, thinking about all the ways his hands could engulf you-
jisung is pulling away quickly, and by the time you complete a series of blinks he is leaning against the couch again, phone in hand, casual as ever. youâre about to ask him if you had experienced a hallucination, mouth open but brain not quite working yet, when you hear it: footsteps, slow and dragging down the hall upstairs.
chan comes down the stairs groggy, eyes half closed and curly hair sticking up all over his head. heâs scratching his chest, yawning and barely glancing at your disheveled state before hitting jisung lightly on the arm to get his attention.
âhey man, you still staying here tonight?â chan asks, already retreating back up the steps with jisung tailing him, feet softly thumping the staircase.
âyeah, if thatâs cool. dad is having a poker game tonight, heâll force me to play with his buddies and lose all my money.â you hear the echo of jisungâs chuckle, but you donât process the words. your brain is still on loop, repeating jisung is staying here tonight over and over again uselessly.
jisung has stayed the night with chan countless times. like previously mentioned, youâre not convinced he even has a house of his own. jisung waking up and descending the stairs of your home is just as normal of an occurrence as chan being here. but-
but. your body is still hot. your thighs are still clenching, as if to get a hold on your bodily reaction to him being as close as he was. he didnât even do anything- just pushed hot air from his lips, let it hit your neck, just leaned in far too close.
and itâs not like youâre some blushing, virgin mary. your body count isnât in double digits, but itâs more than one. you like to tease and flirt and let people stutter through trying to do the same in return. you like it when people fawn over you, biting their lips nervously and ducking their head down when they ask you out. so what about the situation that occurred less than five minutes ago made you have such a violent, embarrassing reaction?
you shake your head, using the excuse that itâs just⌠ovulation. probably. never mind the fact that your period isnât due for another three weeks, it has to be some weird bodily hormone that makes you feel like opening your legs wide and begging- whatever.
you focus on carrying on as normal, business as usual. you video chat with your best friend, listening to him complain about an art critic who reviewed his favorite piece at the local gallery and totally missed the point. you shower, apply your favorite skin care routine and braid your hair, anything to keep your mind pleasantly busy. anything to keep you from gritting your teeth when you hear the loud claps of laughter from the other side of the hall.
your bed seems so much more comfortable than usual, letting your body sink into the mattress with a sigh of relief. itâs a couple hours earlier than you would usually go to sleep, but the events of this morning made you run circles in your head that exhausted you. so with the moon still rising and the sky just turning completely dark, you close your eyes and try not to think.
and of course, han jisung doesnât let you know peace. even in your dreams, your mind replays the way he never quite touched you this morning. your mind wanders to thoughts of what it would have felt like if he had- if he had gripped your waist with one large hand, warm palm running up and down your ribs in a faux gesture of innocent intent. would he lure you in gently, like a cat waiting for the right moment to descend with fangs? or would he be mean from the start, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth just to hear the way you whine and see how fast your skin breaks?
the thoughts manifest as visions, dreams of honey skin and a heart shaped mouth. then you feel a hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly, and that doesnât feel like a vision at all. it feels real, so real you flutter your eyes open with a squint of confusion.
âhey- there you are,â a low voice, sleep-ridden and scratched, murmurs from above. you swallow the whine trapped in your throat from left over sleep, blinking up to see⌠han jisung. as if you conjured him from your dreams. of course.
âyou were talking in your sleep,â he says next, chuckling after. ânightmare?â
you shake your head, waking up more and more. jisungâs hand is still pressed lightly to your bare shoulder, warm and engulfing. his fingertip rests under your tank top strap.
âwasnât a nightmare,â you mumble, watching him shift to squat next to you, eye-level. âwhat are you doing up?â
âbathroom,â he shrugs. âheard you on my way back to chanâs room.â
then jisung is looking at you- really looking, taking in the position your body is in and the flush on your cheeks. the blanket is only covering you from the waist down, too warm in your room to have it up any further. when jisungâs eyes flit down to where your legs are hugging one of your pillows, his head tilts to the side.
ânot a nightmare, hm?â he murmurs, phrasing the question in a way that doesnât want a response. his hand trails down your arm, making you fight off a shiver when his fingers grip the blanket at your waist lightly. âyou know, this pillow between your legs is all rumpled up. were you using it?â
then you feel the blanket move down, slowly revealing your hip and the exposed skin of your thigh. you vaguely register that you arenât wearing pants, too hot to bother with anything more than the underwear clinging to your skin. and jisung is taking in a breath, hitched and amused like he just confirmed his own suspicion. when you glance down you canât see much, but the moonlight filtering through your window highlights the dark patch of cloth amongst your clean pillow case- right where you suppose you were grinding into it, right where your pussy is clenching at having been caught.
âyou know, i only came in here because i thought i heard you say my name,â jisung is grinning. he pulls the blanket further down your thighs, off of your legs, and rakes his gaze back up to your eyes. despite the warmth of your room, you shiver. âwere you saying my name, baby?â
baby, baby, baby- playing on loop in his low, scratchy voice. jisung has never called you that, has never looked at you with so much unabashed desire. and his hand moves again, gripping your hipbone in a way thatâs almost soft, fingers digging into the space around your hip like he wants to carve out its shape.
âi wasnât-â you whisper, shaking your head like you could possibly deny what he so clearly heard. jisung grins like thatâs exactly what he wanted you to say.
âoh, you werenât saying my name?â he hums, brow raised, fingers digging into you just an inch harder. âso i didnât hear sungie, need you, need your co-â
heâs whining and moaning loud enough to make you panic, hand slapping over his mouth to shut him up. you feel your breath stutter when he doesnât put up a fight, just looks at you from behind your own hand. you listen for the telltale thump of chanâs feet, but the house outside of your room is silent. jisung wraps his fingers around your wrist, engulfing it, and pulls you away. not far- your hand is resting on his jaw now, only moving you enough so he can speak.
âheâs asleep, you know?â jisung bites into his lip, head tilting back towards the door. you scoff and pull your wrist out of his grip.
âand what are you going to say when he wakes up and comes looking for you? when he finds you in his little sisterâs room trying to- seduce her?â you hiss, flustered at the situation. all you get in return is a raised brow and the amused quirk of jisungâs lips.
âcome on, baby. you know better than anyone how deep he sleeps. the house could be set on fire and he wouldnât wake up until the flames hit his foot.â
you donât have a rebuttal this time. you know jisung has a point, but itâs still so, so wrong. jisung is chanâs best friend, if he ever found out you would both be six feet under. chan would never speak to either of you ever again.
but jisung is right in front of you. he is standing to his feet slowly, like he is afraid to move too quickly and scare the small, feral animal in front of him. your breath hitches sharply when he turns your body, hands guiding you until youâre laying on your back and he can crawl onto the bed. his knees land between your legs, your body responding and legs spreading open even as you think of all of the horrible ways you could be caught.
jisung lets out a long, slow exhale from his parted lips as he looks down at you. your tank top has rumpled up in your sleep, laying right above your stomach, and the hand that lays on your ribs feels so big in comparison. you bite your lip as his hand travels lower, dipping under the waistline of your soaked panties to pull and tug upwards at the material.
jisung groans, âgod- youâre so fucking pretty, baby. itâs not fair.â
âwhatâs not fair?â you mumble, half-dazed and fighting a whine at the way the material of your underwear slides against your sensitive clit.
âyou get to walk around like this all the time,â jisung whispers, gaze never leaving your pussy- like he doesnât want to miss a single twitch of your hips. âand i have to pretend i donât think about how tight this little cunt would be wrapped around my cock.â
the whine that leaves your lips is one of pure desperation, making your hand slap over your mouth to avoid being heard. jisung flicks his eyes toward the head of the bed, gaze meeting yours, as he tilts his head to the side.
âyou like that, rockstar?â jisung asks in a quiet hum, palming his bulge over his sweatpants. he uses his other hand to tease your clit over your thin panties, thumb rubbing over the bundle of nerves ever so lightly. âlike when i tell you what you do to me? what i think about when im sleeping in the next room over?â
you nod, bordering on desperate as your hips kick up. jisung groans under his breath, bringing his now slick thumb to his lips and sucking at the digit. then a sigh leaves his mouth, hands moving to pull at the hem of his pajamas.
âcanât fuck you tonight, sweet girl.â he mumbles, leaving you to decide if you want to scoff or cry at the denial. âyouâre already so loud, youâll be screaming if i stick it in. but we can still have fun, yeah? iâll make you feel good, baby. donât worry.â
jisung barely gives time for your foggy brain to process the words, sliding his sweats and underwear down to mid thigh and leaving you to gape at his hard cock like a woman starved. jisung is, like, ridiculously big. how did he manage to hide that with all those baggy hoodies? you feel your pussy throb and clench at the mere thought of feeling him stretch you open.
and jisung doesnât stop- he brings himself closer, spreads your legs so they are wide open and lifted to your chest. one large hand is pressed to the back of your thigh, holding you open, while the other gives lazy attention to his glistening length.
âsung, please-â you whisper, feeling hot all over and almost possessed. you need him, bad. jisung knows that, too. he knows and all he does to placate you is grin out of the corner of his mouth and grind his hips in a slow, dirty roll forward.
the feeling of his cock, hard and pulsing against your dripping slit with only the dainty fabric of your sheer underwear to separate you, makes you tip your head back in a helpless whimper. he keeps going, grinding his length forward in lazy rolls of his hips, the head of his cock pushing against your clit in a way that makes your head spin. youâre already soaked, panties dripping wet to aid in the glide of jisungâs length, and you canât help the little gasps leaving your mouth as your hips buck forward.
âah- yeah baby, just like that,â jisung pants, one arm resting by your head while the other keeps your thigh held up. he grinds into you faster, matching the stuttered pace of your own hips as he bends down to lay messy, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. âkeep moving those hips, rockstar. making me feel so good.â
you whimper softly, near pathetic, as your head tilts to the side to give jisung more access to your neck. his mouth moves constantly, licking and biting at the skin with a reckless sort of desperation. heâs wet, too- you can feel the precum dripping from his tip smear against your panties, soaking through to your clit with the rest of the mess youâve made.
âsung, please- want more,â you whine out, arms wrapping around his neck and nails clawing at his shoulders. he curses, hips bucking harder before he pulls away slightly to look at you.
and youâre a mess. panting for breath, tank top tucked up to rest just under your tits, face and neck flushed, underwear clinging to your soaked cunt and throbbing with need. jisung bites his lip harshly, causing a white indent on the flesh. when he gives his length a slick pump, the sound makes you both whine.
âshit, okay. canât fuck you but- just a little more,â heâs breathing out, sliding your ruined panties to the side. he groans at the sight, your pussy glistening in the low light as he uses his thumbs to spread you open. you canât help but clench as his eyes land on your needy hole, moaning a little too loud when long, deft fingers dip inside of you just slightly.
âbaby, rockstar-â jisung is huffing against your ear, fingertips barely pushing in and out of your entrance. âyouâre soaked. do you always get this wet, or do you just like me that much, hm?â
you canât help the whine that leaves you, feeling so on edge but not getting enough stimulation to push you over, embarrassed at the thought of jisung knowing just how much he affects you. âjust for you, ji. no one else.â
a moan from above, soft and airy, followed by an equally soft, âgood fucking girl.â
jisungâs fingers flit over you, grazing your throbbing clit before lining his leaking cock back up. the feeling of bare skin sliding against bare skin, his slick length nudging your clit and the wet sounds of each roll of your hips makes your whines grow an octave higher. jisung is there to tease you, as always. leaning back into your space, panting into you ear as his length throbs on your pussy, up and down and up and down.
âgotta be quiet rockstar, remember? wouldnât wanna wake channie-hyung up, would you?â
you remember the situation youâre in with startling clarity. chan, your older brother, in the next room over. jisung, his best friend, sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night and finding you a pathetic, needy mess. somehow, the idea of being caught like this, with jisung over you and his length sliding between your slit, makes you feel that much closer.
âgod, please i-â you break off your begging to moan when the tip of jisungâs cock catches against your entrance- not entering you, but so close. âneed you, ji. need you to fuck me, please-â
âshh, sh, sh, baby. how am i supposed to fuck you like this, hm? already so wet, fuck- iâd bust as soon as i stretched you open on it.â
you feel tears build up in your eyes at being denied again, hole clenching at the empty feeling even though you feel so good from the stimulation his hips provide. your clit is hyper-sensitive, every press and push against it making your thighs twitch and shake more. you donât realize the tears have spilled from your lash line until you feel jisungâs tongue, hot and so wet, sliding against your cheek to clean you up.
âoh, what am i gonna do with you?â jisung is whispering, almost to himself, shuddering into your skin. âfine, shit- okay. just the tip, alright?â
you blink through the daze in your mind, giving jisung a look that attempts a blank stare. âdid you learn that from porn, sungie?â
he responds with a scoff, an incredulous raise of his brows. âi mean it! just the tip, baby. no more, wanna hear you scream properly the first time i sink all the way into you.â
oh. yeah, okay.
you feel heat roll through your body, jisung not even moving away from kissing your cheeks and neck as he lines his hard cock up with your entrance, running the tip of his length up and down your slit. finally, finally, pushing inside.
jisung feels huge inside you- after being teased relentlessly for what felt like hours, his cock finally stretching your walls open felt like heaven. but as he said, he thrusts only the tip inside.
ângh- god, rockstar. you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,â jisung is whining, panting against your collarbone. âso tight, trying to suck me in all the way.â
all you can do is muffle your moans against jisungâs shoulder, nails digging into the skin of his lower back where his shirt has ridden up and legs wrapping around his narrow hips. you can feel the ridges on his length, the head of it pressing into you just barely past your entrance before pulling out again. itâs so much, itâs not enough- at this rate you feel the urge to flip positions and push yourself so far down on jisungâs cock you can feel it in your stomach. but your body is useless, thighs trembling from the continued barely-there stimulation, and jisung is murmuring against your ear again.
âwanna know what i said to felix, baby?â heâs asking with a sharp inhale, remembering your conversation from earlier. youâre tempted to scream, tell him you donât care what he said to felix, you donât care about felix- or anyone else, for that matter. all you can think about is jisung, jisung, jisung, and the way he could be filling you up so deliciously right now if he would just go a little bit further.
instead, you speak around the whine in your throat. âwhat?â
jisung fights to keeps his words steady in between little aborted grinds of his hips, fat head of his cock pushing inside you again and again. his hands wandering to your hips, squeezing fingers hard enough to leave indented bruises in their wake.
âhe asked me what you felt like, if you were a good- fuck. and i said,â a moan, burying his head in your neck and muffling his words just barely. âsaid you were the best fuck of my life, rockstar. shit- so tight, so hot- swallowing my cock like this little pussy is starving for it. told him- all he could do was fist his dick and imagine it, you know why?â
jisung pauses the small, fast thrust of his hips. you canât breathe, can only feel the head of his cock resting at your entrance, barely inside, spreading your folds open. you throb, clenching around the small amount of his length inside you, and his exhale is stuttered before he finishes rambling.
ââcause youâre mine to fuck, baby. and iâm the only one that gets to make you cry like this.â
thereâs a large palm pressing over your mouth as jisung buries his head in the side of your neck, muffling his own long, drawn out groan as he pushes his thick cock inside you- all the fucking way. the hand at your lips barely offers reprieve when you scream, eyes clenching shut at the feeling of finally being so full and stretched open around jisungâs length. delirious, you think you can feel the bulge of it in your lower stomach.
jisung canât control his hips anymore, biting the skin where your shoulder and neck meet to keep himself somewhat muffled as he snaps in and out of you at a rapid pace, never leaving your soaked pussy more than halfway. your legs are barely holding onto jisungâs hips, ankles weakly hooked at his back, and you pant harshly into the hand around your mouth.
âso, fucking, good-â jisung moans by your ear, voice low and gravelly and dripping with that same desperate need you feel clawing up your spine. itâs almost too much- the all encompassing stimulation you get to have so suddenly after being teased with the lightest touches for so long. jisung does what he does best, and he makes matters so much worse.
deft fingers reach your clit, throbbing and sensitive to any touch. the response is immediate, lightning curling your toes and making you yelp into the palm over your mouth. jisung chuckles, half breathless and half manic, continuing to ramble on in your ear.
âthatâs right rockstar, just keep shaking,â he moans, fingers circling your clit in fast little figure eights. you feel the spark of pleasure in your gut grow bolder, louder, and know youâre close. jisung must know too, you can feel his teeth against your neck as he keeps his pace, hips slamming into you, fingers working you over until your eyes are rolling back and stars are dotting your vision.
the moan that leaves your mouth would surely be loud enough to wake chan up if not for jisungâs hand muffling it. he curses quick, hips stuttering before heâs cumming too- inside you, filling your cunt up in a way that makes you shiver through the last of your own orgasm. jisung thrusts again, riding out his high in a slower, syrupy grind, before he pulls out with one last sigh.
you can feel his release leaking out of your spent pussy, whimpering as the warm air hits your soaked core. jisung moans softly, almost pitifully, thumb running through the mess leaking out of you and smearing it along your slit. then, he has the audacity to pull your panties back into place over the mess. with a quick pat to your ruined underwear and a kiss to your forehead he stands.
the wink he throws you is absurdly nerdy, using both eyes to do so. you roll your eyes but canât help the fond smile on your face as he pulls the blanket back over you.
âsweet dreams, rockstar.â he whispers, kissing your lips once more and sinking his teeth into the lower one in a tease. you pout as he walks away, looking back at you once more to give a wide grin before dipping out of the room. you hear the soft close of chanâs door before you drift off again, body spent but mind quiet and a small, content smile gracing your lips.
when you wake up, it is to aching muscles and a content, quiet buzz in your head. you stretch, groaning at the sheer amount of bones that pop in your body, before getting up and getting ready for the day. blushing, you remember the messy state your body was left in, showering to get rid of the worst of it. the bruises on your hips and collarbone wonât wash away, but you smile at them before covering them up. you hope they never fade.
downstairs, the house is alive with the sound of two deep voices. you must have slept longer than anticipated, for once waking up after chan. you descend the stairs with your heart beating in your throat, nervous and hoping chan doesnât immediately clock the sinful thoughts in your head.
ây/n! you slept in late,â chan hums, glancing up from the video game he and jisung are in the middle of. jisung doesnât tear his eyes away from his character on the screen, but thereâs a small twitch to his lips that makes your thighs clench just slightly.
âmorning,â you mumble, pouring scalding coffee into one of your favorite mugs. you shuffle into the living room, criss-crossing your legs in the armchair to the left of the couch in use. you donât know who is playing what character, but isabelle is kicking donkey kongâs ass.
once a winner is announced chan sighs, grinning and allowing jisung to tease him for his apparent loss. then chan turns to you, making his best friend do the same, and you fight the flush threatening to announce suspicion.
âby the way, were you having a nightmare last night?â chan asks, you blinking dumbly at him in response. jisung coughs beside him, poorly attempting to hide the snort of laughter that almost bubbled up.
âno. why?â you ask, fighting to remain normal and like the picture of nonchalance. chan shrugs, turning back to the television like he is none the wiser. he switches his character from donkey kong to link. jisung picks a weird red dragon.
âi was half asleep so i couldâve imagined it, i just thought i heard you talking. sounded like a nightmare,â chan says, mostly focused on the start of a new round.
you hum noncommittally, watching jisungâs character hit a fast combo and KO link. while waiting for chan to respawn, jisung catches your eye with a bitten lower lip that hides a cocky, satisfied grin. he clears his throat softly, throwing his hand up to run through messy hair. on the way back to holding his controller, jisung sneaks his hand to the side of his neck and taps the skin there, flicking his gaze down to your own neck.
your breath hitches when you touch the skin there, feeling the faint thrum of pain from a bruise you know is visible. you raise the collar on your shirt to cover it, quickly looking back to the tv when the next round starts.
âyou should try to get more sound sleep,â jisung is speaking now, shrugging like heâs just making conversation. you can only watch his slim fingers flit over the buttons on his controller out of the corner of your eye, ears ringing. âthey say working up a sweat beforehand helps you sleep like a baby.â
chan nods, barely paying attention to the conversation as he curses under his breath at the game. jisung glances at his best friend, glancing at you after, and winks.
âif you ever need a tip, just let me know, y/n. i always have time to help.â
han fucking jisung will never stop being a problem. that thought doesnât feel as heinous as it once had.
a/n: hello lovebugs :3 :3
i canât help it really i canât the parasites in my brain take over and move my stupid little thumbs in a way that just writes perv hanji without me even knowing until i see the finished product in my drafts i swear
as always,, requests are open!! i promise i will eventually post the requests that are pending⌠i just have a worm in my noggin, as previously mentioned
âwarnings: degrading and praise (obvi), dirty talk, oral (m receiving), just a teeny little bit of biting, exhibition (through the phone), slight bondage, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, aggressive, âfucked to mushâ, hair pulling, fingering, titties get sucked a bit. (Let me know if I missed any)
âMDNI 18+ only! If these kinds of thing make you uncomfy just leave plz. Otherwise, enjoy you horny ppl :3
Praising:
Seonghwa
Seonghwa sat in his chair as youâre sucking his dick, kneeling under his desk. He caresses your hair, looking down at you, his attentionâthat was once on the Legos he was building, now watching the way you slowly take his length in your mouth. You look up at him with wide eyes, taking him deeper down your throat. You pull off panting loudly and stroke him faster to catch your breath. You kiss his tip before taking him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. His brows furrowed as soft moans escaped his lips. He instinctively bucks his hips as he locks eyes with you.
âThatâs a good girl, there you go. Youâre taking my dick so well, fuck you make me feel so good, sweetheart. Keep going.â
Yeosang
Yeosang hovers over you, his arms flexing as he supports his weight on his elbows. He fucks you with slow and deep thrusts, leaning down to kiss you softly yet passionately. With every hard thrust, the bed rocks, and hits the wall. He kisses down to your neck, sucking and biting ever so gently just to soothe the slight pain with his tongue. You whimper softly at the feeling of his mouth, and you moan his name as he gives another deep thrust. Your hands entangle in his hair as you hold him impossibly closer, wrapping your arms around his toned body. He nibbled at your earlobe before softly whispering with his gentle yet deep voice.
âYou make such pretty noises, baby, keep moaning for me I want to hear you. I love fucking you so much, youâre perfect.â
Jongho
You were on FaceTime with Jongho, missing the man who was halfway across the world due to his tour. You propped your phone against a pile of pillows, legs spread wide, fingering yourself while Jongho watched through the screen. You look away, feeling slightly embarrassed being the only one naked as Jongho watched fully clothed. Even though he wasnât there in real life, you can still feel the way he stared at you intently, which made you dripping wet even more. Jongho groans as he hears the noises of your fingers moving in and out of your wet pussy. He started to palm himself through his pants, breath growing more labored the more he watched you, wishing he could jump through the screen this very moment.
"Fuck, you look so beautiful, baby. Look at you, youâre doing such a good job fucking youâre pretty pussy. God, I wish I was the one making you feel that good.â
Degrading
Hongjoong
You were on your knees, a vibrator stuffed in your pussy and your hands were tied behind your back. You sat there trembling, begging desperately for release that Hongjoong had been denying you for what seemed like forever. He watched with amusement, sitting in front of you at the edge of his bed. His arms and legs crossed, as he gripped the controller to the toy. He could tell you were close to release again by the way your hips started rocking and your moans became more high-pitched. He smiles wide, waiting for you to get on the very edge, and right before you cum he turned the toy off with the controller. You whine desperately, on the verge of tears, body squirming as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked down at you, laughing at your desperation.
"Aw, look at you, you look so pathetic, begging for me to let you cum. I bet you were really close this time, werenât you? Well, thatâs too bad, now take that toy, naughty girls like you donât deserve my dick.â
Mingi
Mingi pinned your legs against your chest, drilling his dick in you as you lay there and took it. You moan his name loudly, eyes rolling in the back of your head. He grunts as he feels the way your pussy clenched down on his length. His thrusts were so hard and fast your brain turned to mush, the only thing you can think of was Mingi and his big dick. He throws his head back, moaning out loud, his grip on your thighs so harsh you were sure there would be bruises the next morning. He twitched inside you at the way you looked so fucked, mouth agape with a bit of drool rolling down your chin. Your hair was a mess as black streaks ran down your face, tears ruining your pretty mascara and eyeliner you had on earlier.
âFuck, take my dick you slut, you love it, donât you? I know you do, youâre clenching down on me so hard as if youâre afraid Iâll pull out, fucking cock slut.â
Wooyoung
Wooyoung had you bent over the kitchen counter, you reached behind, grabbing his hips, wanting to feel him deeper. He was in the middle of cooking dinner, but you decided to come in and tease him, wearing an apron and nothing else. When he saw you, his jaw practically dropped, as you would sway your hips teasingly, bending over and exposing yourself to âpick something up.â He snapped, and now here he was thrusting his now-hard dick into you, giving you what you came in the kitchen for. He gripped your hip with one hand and ran his fingers in your hair with the other, tugging at the strands, making you moan louder. He pulled your head back and leaned in while thrusting deep into your aching pussy, whispering in your ear.
âYou really want my attention that bad? We already fucked this morning, but youâre such a fucking whore you need to come in here practically naked so I can give you my dick again. Such a needy little bitch.â
Praising and degrading
(My personal fav)
Yunho
You guys were in the middle of a movie night, but you grew too needy when you watched the way Yunhoâs hand ran up and down your thigh. Now you were lying back on the couch, legs spread open in front of Yunho as he hovered over to you. His fingers slowly moving in and out of your dripping cunt while simultaneously pressing down on your clit with his thumb. His fingers were so long they filled you up just nicely. You reached over to grab his arm for support as you moan his name softly. He had to pin your thigh down to prevent your trembling legs from closing shut on him.
"Aw, baby, youâre so pretty like this, taking my fingers like the good slut you are. Youâre so needy we canât even watch a movie without you getting horny. Thatâs okay though, take my fingers, baby.â
San
San moaned loudly, resting his head against the headboard as you bounced on his length at a fast speed, riding him. He gripped your hips, guiding you up and down, his biceps flexing with every movement and a slight sheen of sweat forming on his skin. You held onto his broad shoulders, throwing your head back and moaning loudly. San bites his lip as he watches the way your tits bounce in his face. His hands ran up your body to grasp your breasts, leaning forward to take one in his mouth. You gasp and hold his head against you, loving the feeling of his tongue massaging your nipple. He moans against your skin when you clench around him, getting closer to your high.
âThere you go, baby, you ride me so well. Cum on my dick like the pretty cockslut you are. Fuck, you deserve it, this slutty pussy deserves to cum.
Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed :p Let me know if I should write more stuff like this. Feel free to give recs on what you want to see next.
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