It was no surprise to anyone that Hyeongjun let them do anything they wanted to.
Being a doll meant that she had to take it all without protest after all.
But she didn't expect Jooyeon and Jiseok to be the ones who almost broke her. They were the least patient of all of them. Jooyeon was like an overexcited puppy, always kissing Hyeongjun rough and hard and making her come fast. Jiseok was too down bad to be mean to Hyeongjun.
So when they told her to sit there all prettily, Hyeongjun didn't even think she would end up like this.
They had been gentle at first, Jiseok holding her in his lap, pressing soft kisses in her hair, as Jooyeon eased a plug inside her. They had been too gentle. Hyeongjun couldn't help the shiver that passed through her when Jooyeon smiled, "Look at how pretty our doll looks!"
Hyeongjun blushed. Even though she had heard it so many times, it never failed to fluster her.
Being made to lay back on her back wasn't new. But Hyeongjun gasped when she felt a ribbon slide over her hands, tying them together.
Jiseok caught her eye, grinning, and Hyeongjun almost wanted to ask what he was doing. But dolls couldn't speak. So Hyeongjun stayed still, letting him tie her up.
Jooyeon spread Hyeongjun's legs open slowly, playing with the lace covering her dick. The gasp Jiseok let out when he saw how hard she was sent a shiver down her spine.
"Such a cute little plaything for us, isn't she?" Jiseok cooed.
Jooyeon nodded, hand sliding under Hyeongjun's panties, dangerously close to her dick. "She is. Which is why she'll stay still for us."
Even though the words were directed towards Jiseok, Hyeongjun understood the warning. She could almost feel Jooyeon on her dick, and the plug inside her made her feel so full.
But she had to stay still. Dolls couldn't move, and she was a perfect doll.
Jiseok moved, pulling the lace choker off Hyeongjun's neck, making purple bloom under his lips.
Hyeongjun barely held back a moan from escaping. She was so hard it hurt. And Jiseok knew that she was incredibly sensitive.
Hyeongjun couldn't help but tug at the restraints in an effort to stay still. Jooyeon had finally wrapped his hand around her dick but his touch was so fleeting that Hyeongjun could barely feel anything.
She was so desperate.
Jiseok moved down Hyeongjun's body, pushing the dress so far down that it didn't cover anything at all.
And then Jooyeon moved away, making Hyeongjun have to bite her tongue so she wouldn't cry out. She had been so close.
"Jiseok?" Jooyeon said. "That's enough."
Jiseok looked up with a pout. "She doesn't look messed up enough."
Jooyeon gave him a stare that Hyeongjun didn't understand and Jiseok sighed, before moving away too.
Desperate tears pooled at Hyeongjun's eyes. Why wouldn't they let her come? Why weren't they touching her?
She understood what they were up to a moment later though, when Jooyeon whipped his phone out, filming her.
"Jungsu hyung?" Jooyeon grinned. "Look at your doll. She's so pilant for us. Would be bad if we broke her, wouldn't it? Come home quick then."
Hyeongjun squirmed, the restraints holding her in place. Jooyeon and Jiseok weren't allowed to play with her without Jungsu. But they always did.
Jungsu knew that the actual height difference between them was almost negligible. Jungsu wasn't all that much taller or bigger. And with the way Seungmin had been working out, it seemed like he was going to be bigger than Jungsu soon.
Jungsu didn't know why it bothered him so much.
Seungmin was still so Seungmin, shy, easily flustered, giggly and wide-eyed. He hadn't changed. He still let Jungsu drag him around, let Jungsu pick him up while he giggled, looked up at Jungsu with wide, puppy eyes whenever he wanted a kiss.
So really, Seungmin was the same.
Except…
Except it had been getting harder to drag him around, to wrap Seungmin up in Jungsu's arms, to cling to him so much that he couldn't move. Jungsu didn't like it. He wanted—no, needed—to be stronger than Seungmin.
It wasn't until Seungmin pushed him away jokingly without even needing to use that much strength did Jungsu realize what the problem was.
Jungsu missed the control he had over Seungmin.
And he was going to get it back.
Seungmin was laughing as he stepped away from Jungsu, oblivious to the way Jungsu's eyes had darkened.
"Seungmin." Jungsu said, and the air shifted. Seungmin's tilted his head in confusion. "Come here."
"Hmm?" Seungmin asked, but he did as he was told, walking back towards the bed Jungsu was sitting on.
Jungsu nodded towards the floor. "Down."
Seungmin sank to his knees, looking up at Jungsu with wide, innocent eyes. He looked so damn cute like this, a confused pout forming on his face. Jungsu couldn't help it; he leaned forward, kissing Seungmin hard.
The surprised little sound Seungmin made drove Jungsu crazy. How could someone so tall and big be so pliant?
"Hyung?" Seungmin breathed out. "What are you doing?"
A smirk began to grow on Jungsu's lips. "Will you let hyung do whatever I want?"
Seungmin tilted his head in question before giving a little nod. "Of course you can."
Jungsu smiled widely, pulling Seungmin up on his lap. Seungmin melted under his touch, letting Jungsu drag his pants off without a complaint.
Jungsu wrapped his hand around Seungmin's dick, and Seungmin moaned. He was already hard and Jungsu grinned at how easy it was to rile Seungmin up.
"Look at you," Jungsu cooed, adjusting Seungmin in his lap so he was leaning against his chest. "So tiny."
Seungmin shuddered. "What—"
Jungsu wrapped his arm around Seungmin, holding him in place. "I said, you're so small, baby. Look at how easily hyung can wrap my hand around your dick."
Seungmin whimpered. "O-oh. Yes, I'm tiny. Just for hyung."
The fact that Seungmin's dick wasn't anywhere close to fitting in Jungsu's hand was ignored by them both.
Seungmin cried out as Jungsu's hand sped up, squirming in Jungsu's lap. With a loud moan, he came all over Jungsu's fingers.
"Aww how is such a tiny baby so loud?" Jungsu giggled.
Seungmin whined in response.
Jungsu reached to the drawer to pull out a bottle of lube, Seungmin still clinging to him. Jungsu made Seungmin spread his legs, slowly pushing a finger inside.
Seungmin moaned, clenching at Jungsu's finger and Jungsu purred, "How are you going to take my dick? You're so small, darling."
Seungmin cried. "I can take it."
"Can you?" Jungsu mocked, curling another finger in.
"Yes," Seungmin nodded, desperately. "Yes I can, please."
Jungsu turned so that Seungmin was pinned on the bed. He felt a rush run down his spine at how easily Seungmin let him manhandle him.
Seungmin's legs opened involuntarily, inviting Jungsu in. Jungsu didn't waste a second, pinning Seungmin's tiny waist down with one hand, and pushing his dick inside Seungmin.
Seungmin screamed as Jungsu bottomed out, writhing under him.
"S-so big—" He panted.
"I know, my tiny baby." Jungsu cooed. "It's too big for you isn't it? But you can take it."
Synopsis: He wasn't over the top with it. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone. But the more Jooyeon looked, the more obvious it became.
Seungmin always needed something in his mouth.
Word Count: 1331
Crossposted on AO3
Smut Warnings: Finger sucking, Pet Play kind of, Coming Untouched, Multiple Orgasms
The first time it happened, Jooyeon didn't think anything of it. After all, everyone had chewed on a pen while thinking at least once in their lives. But then he began noticing something about Seungmin.
He wasn't over the top with it. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone. But the more Jooyeon looked, the more obvious it became.
Seungmin always needed something in his mouth.
And Jooyeon had begun to suspect that it wasn't as innocent as it appeared.
At first it was curiosity. But pretty soon it became an obsession of sorts. Jooyeon had to test it out.
And the fact that Seungmin looked so damn pretty whenever he posed with his fingers near his mouth didn't help.
Cornering Seungmin was far easier than Jooyeon thought it would be. All he had to do was tell Seungmin that he wanted to test something with him—not mentioning that that something was Seungmin.
Jooyeon struggled to hide a grin as Seungmin shut the door behind him, looking at him with a questioning stare.
"Come here," Jooyeon said, smiling widely.
Seungmin's eyebrows furrowed. "Was the something you wanted to test a sex thing?"
Jooyeon laughed. Seungmin was terribly quick at noticing things. He leaned back on the bed. "You know….I noticed something about you."
The air shifted. Seungmin looked a little nervous. "Yeah?"
"Aren't you curious?" Jooyeon smirked.
Seungmin shifted anxiously before giving a small nod.
Jooyeon tilted his head to the floor in front of him. "Come here then."
Seungmin sighed, looking like he was going to argue for a moment. But then he sank down in front of Jooyeon, on his knees like a good boy.
Jooyeon grabbed his chin, tilting Seungmin's face up so he was looking at him. "Are you hard right now?"
Seungmin's voice shook, hands gripping his knees. "M-maybe."
It was remarkable really how easy it was to get Seungmin like this. He looked so needy, nuzzling his face into Jooyeon's hand.
But he didn't looked fucked out enough for Jooyeon.
"Maybe?" Jooyeon hummed, running his thumb over Seungmin's lip, and Seungmin's mouth fell open instinctively. "Would that turn into a yes if I did this?"
Jooyeon snuck a finger inside Seungmin's mouth, hesitant at first, looking at him closely for a reaction. He didn't want to do something Seungmin didn't like.
The change was instantaneous though. Seungmin's mouth closed around Jooyeon's finger, sucking on it desperately as drool slipped down his chin.
Jooyeon laughed. He pulled his finger away and Seungmin chased it, eyes hazy.
Jooyeon tsked. "Who told you you could do that? Stay, kitty."
Seungmin made an adorable confused noise. The nickname sent a shudder down Seungmin's spine. And Jooyeon didn't miss that. It sent a thrill down his spine at making Seungmin look so messed up.
Seungmin peered up at Jooyeon, opening his mouth again. "Please?"
Jooyeon clicked his tongue. "I said, stay, kitty. Be good for me."
Seungmin let out a whine, but he didn't complain, sitting there on his knees with his mouth open, not caring about drool spilling down his front.
He looked so fucked out, with hazy eyes and Jooyeon was sure he was painfully hard.
Jooyeon wondered if he could make Seungmin come just from sucking his fingers.
He leaned forward again, pushing in three fingers into Seungmin's mouth, his other hand grabbing at Seungmin's hair. Seungmin moaned so loud Jooyeon was sure the neighbors could hear.
Seungmin sucked on Jooyeon's finger in a desperate way that Jooyeon had never seen before. His hand twitched, clearly wishing to press on his dick.
Jooyeon couldn't have that. "Hands to yourself, kitty."
Seungmin whimpered, but his hand stayed on his knees, like a good boy.
Jooyeon could see how hard Seungmin was from the wet patch forming on his track pants. Seungmin was getting close, Jooyeon could see it on his face.
He tugged at Seungmin's hair, pulling him away from his fingers and Seungmin cried. But Jooyeon shushed him gently. "Good kitty. Just have to be good for a little while longer, okay?"
Seungmin let out a pitiful noise of agreement, tears still stinging at his eyes. He was so hard, his mouth was too empty.
Jooyeon cooed in mock pity. "You're a needy little thing aren't you?" He pressed his fingers back into Seungmin's mouth. "No sucking."
Seungmin let out a whine of embarrassment, but stayed still, letting Jooyeon's fingers fill his mouth.
The shame of being so needy, so easily undone by just sucking on Jooyeon's fingers swirled with desire, mixing together so much that Seungmin couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Seungmin had been getting closer and closer to the edge the more he sucked on Jooyeon's fingers. Being made to sit still on his knees, mouth full and drooling, Seungmin couldn't help it anymore.
With a strangled apology, he leaned into Jooyeon's lap, nuzzling his head into his thigh. Seungmin's body shook as he came, gasping against Jooyeon's leg.
Jooyeon chuckled, pulling Seungmin back by his hair. "And who told you to come?"
Dazed, Seungmin let out a pitiful sound. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't help it anymore–"
"Coming just from sucking on my fingers," Jooyeon grinned mockingly, "You really are a slut."
The embarrassment came back in full force and Seungmin whined. He didn't know if it was in protest or in agreement.
Jooyeon stood up and Seungmin whimpered in confusion, not daring to move. He had to be a good kitty for Jooyeon.
Jooyeon dragged Seungmin onto to bed, pulling his pants down as Seungmin spread his legs. He was hard again, and Jooyeon's knowing smile made him want to hide.
Seungmin squirmed as Jooyeon pushed a lubed finger in his hole. His mouth felt too empty again.
He reached for Jooyeon's other hand, bringing it up to his lips. "P-please?'
Jooyeon pouted. "Aw, but you've been such a bad kitty. What makes you think you deserve it?"
Tears streamed down Seungmin's face again as he begged. He needed Jooyeon's fingers in his mouth.
Jooyeon seemed to take pity on him, leaning forward to shush him gently by pressing a kiss on his forehead. Seungmin leaned into the affection.
"I guess I need to keep you quiet somehow. You're such a loud kitty." Jooyeon hummed, and Seungmin brightened, opening his mouth in anticipation.
As soon as Jooyeon's fingers were in his mouth again, Seungmin felt the pressure start to build up. Jooyeon was still stretching him out, curling his fingers inside him and making him tremble.
Seungmin needed to feel Jooyeon. The words came out a garbled mess, with Jooyeon's fingers still in his mouth, but Jooyeon seemed to understand.
"Are you always so needy, or is it just because my fingers are in your mouth?" Jooyeon cooed. Saccharine had never felt so sweet.
Seungmin made a desperate little sound in response. He knew Jooyeon wasn't really asking to get an answer anyway.
Jooyeon pulled away, and Seungmin whined, chasing his hand.
"Stay, kitty." Jooyeon ordered and Seungmin stilled.
Seungmin was too hazy to do anything but cry out for Jooyeon. And he had told him to stay. He had to listen, had to be a good kitty.
As Jooyeon lined his dick with Seungmin's hole, he pushed his fingers back into Seungmin's mouth. Seungmin keened as Jooyeon entered him, the sound muffled.
Seungmin knew he wasn't going to last, and as Jooyeon started rolling his hips fast, he knew Jooyeon wanted him to come soon too.
Seungmin was too far gone to do anything but writhe under Jooyeon, tears and drool running down his face, mixing together.
He had never come so hard before.
When his eyes opened again, he saw Jooyeon grinning at him as he came, filling Seungmin up. "My turn."
Seungmin groaned, too boneless to move as Jooyeon pulled out of him slowly.
And Seungmin knew he was going to wish he had Jooyeon's fingers in his mouth all the time now.
I am so sorry for flooding your dash with fics. I wanted to start over with a clean slate, without anything hanging over my head. Maybe this is a full stop, maybe this is a comma, or maybe this is a semicolon; I don't know yet. What I do know is that I need a pause.
I truly cherish and appreciate everyone I met through this blog, and through raeisms. You made my days brighter, and my life fun. I was so happy being a part of this community. Thank you so much for all the memories.
Maybe I'll be back, maybe I won't. But the memories will always make me smile.
Synopsis: Seungmin should have looked away. He should have left. But he stayed there, frozen in his place until Jungsu saw him, and the smile slipped off his face.
The only reason Seungmin had agreed to come to the stupid party was because Jooyeon had promised Jungsu wouldn't be there. He shouldn't have believed Lee Jooyeon.
It had been weeks since Seungmin had seen Jungsu. Weeks since they had yelled harsh words at each other. Weeks since Jungsu had told Seungmin he hated him.
It had been weeks. And yet Jungsu looked just as good as when Seungmin had him.
Seungmin should have looked away. He should have left. But he stayed there, frozen in his place until Jungsu saw him, and the smile slipped off his face.
It was almost amusing how quickly Jungsu's gaze made Seungmin feel cold.
Seungmin dragged his eyes away, searching the crowd to find Jooyeon. He might be pissed at him but he wasn't going to leave without letting him know.
Taking his eyes off Jungsu was a mistake, though. A hand wrapped around Seungmin's wrist, trying to pull him towards one of the bedrooms.
Seungmin tugged his hand away harshly, scowling at Jungsu. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Jungsu sighed. "Just follow me. I need to talk to you."
Seungmin scoffed. "I don't."
Jungsu closed his eyes in frustration, chest heaving. When he opened them again, they were filled with a frantic kind of desperation Seungmin had never seen before. "Please, Seungmin."
Seungmin couldn't pretend that he wasn't intrigued. Jungsu's demeanor was so different from the last time he had seen him. But the anger and the unfairness of it all still boiled inside Seungmin. "Fine. You get five minutes."
The relief crossing Jungsu face almost made Seungmin laugh. Of course he still thought Seungmin was easy. But Seungmin had had enough.
He followed Jungsu into a room, locking the door behind them, and then turned to him, crossing his arms.
Jungsu looked nervous, shifting from one foot to another, and the silence stretched between them. Seungmin was beginning to get restless. "Are we going to spend the five minutes in silence?"
Jungsu's head shot up in panic. "No! I just—um—I wanted to apologize."
Seungmin couldn't stop the bitter laugh that escaped him. Jungsu flinched at the sound.
Seungmin walked towards him, and Jungsu swallowed nervously.
"You want to apologize?" Seungmin said, tone even. "Why?"
Jungsu opened his mouth to say something, but Seungmin crashed his lips on him before he could. The speed at which Jungsu melted into the kiss almost made Seungmin laugh again.
He pushed Jungsu down on the bed, and Jungsu went willingly. Seungmin had expected Jungsu to push him away as he climbed into his lap, had expected him to ask what the hell Seungmin was doing.
Seungmin wasn't sure what he was doing either.
He hadn't expected Jungsu to whimper, "Please."
Seungmin paused, amused. "Please what?"
Jungsu blushed. "Please—please do whatever you want to. Use me."
Seungmin burst out laughing as Jungsu's eyes filled with tears. He had never seen Jungsu so desperate for his approval. It had always been Seungmin begging for a scrap of Jungsu's attention.
Seungmin liked this version of Jungsu more though.
"Don't move." Seungmin warned and Jungsu nodded, even as tears slipped down his cheeks.
If it had been weeks ago, Seungmin would have felt pain at the thought of Jungsu crying so desperately. Now, though, all he felt was a sick, twisted feeling of satisfaction.
There was a fine line between love and hate, and the line had blurred for Seungmin.
Seungmin started rolling his hips, grinding down on Jungsu's thigh. Jungsu squirmed under him, but made no attempt to move his hands.
Seeing Jungsu so obedient, so pliant, when he was usually the one pulling the shots, sent a thrill down Seungmin's spine. He was going to ruin Jungsu the way he had ruined Seungmin.
Seungmin grabbed one of Jungsu's hand, pulling it up to his mouth, sucking on Jungsu's fingers. The desperate little noise Jungsu made, and the tears drying on his skin, made Seungmin speed up.
The pressure of Jungsu's fingers in his mouth was familiar, but sucking on them because he wanted to, and not because Jungsu told him to was new. The rush of power made Seungmin's head spin.
Seungmin threw his head back, hips stuttering as he came. Jungsu moaned under him, clearly affected by how Seungmin was using him to get off, not caring about his needs.
Seungmin slipped off Jungsu's lap, and Jungsu whined in confusion, reaching for him.
Seungmin clicked his tongue. "I told you not to move."
Seungmin stepped into the bathroom, cleaning himself up. Jungsu didn't dare to move again but his eyes, filled with despair, followed Seungmin around.
After Seungmin was done cleaning himself up, he walked towards the door, hiding his giddiness at being the one to win this time.
Tears gathered at Jungsu's eyes again. "You're l-leaving?"
"Yeah. I gave you way more than five minutes." Seungmin's mocking smirk made Jungsu sob, but Seungmin couldn't care any less.
He readjusted his jeans, making sure the wet patch was covered with his shirt, and opened the door, ignoring Jungsu's cries.
Before he shut the door behind him, though, Seungmin turned back to Jungsu. "Oh, and hyung? Apology not accepted."
Shy, timid, innocent, polite, kind. Jungsu could go on about how much of a good girl Seungmin was.
Even after months of dating, she was shy, always wearing a pretty little blush around Jungsu.
It only made Jungsu want to see what Seungmin would let her do to her.
Cornering Seungmin was almost too easy. She was sitting on their bed, scrolling through her phone, legs spread a bit. Jungsu almost pounced on her.
But she had to be patient for what she wanted to do.
Jungsu curled up beside Seungmin, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. Seungmin smiled widely, the blush that drove Jungsu crazy crawling up her cheeks again.
Seungmin giggled when Jungsu slipped a hand under her skirt. Jungsu chuckled. "Not wearing any panties?"
Seungmin's eyes widened. "No—I—it's just more comfortable this way. Should I have?"
Jungsu almost laughed in disbelief. Seungmin was so…good. Jungsu couldn't believe anyone could be this innocent. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, baby."
Seungmin was still giving her a wide eyed stare, so Jungsu cupped her cheek, giving her what she hoped was a comforting kiss.
"Come sit in my lap, will you?" Jungsu asked, and Seungmin nodded.
When Seungmin climbed into her lap, Jungsu shifted them so Seungmin was facing the mirror. Seungmin's skirt had gotten all bunched up, and her pussy peaked out shyly.
Everything about Seungmin was shy.
She squirmed when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. With her hair all messed up, red dusting her cheeks, and her legs spread on Jungsu's lap so the mirror caught what was underneath her skirt, she should have looked debauched. Instead, her wide eyed stare made her look innocent.
Jungsu didn't understand how anyone could be so pristine. It only made her want to ruin Seungmin more.
"Eyes on the mirror, okay baby?" Jungsu said, tilting Seungmin's face up so she was looking at herself in the mirror.
An embarrassed little noise escaped Seungmin, and the blush deepened, but she didn't complain.
Jungsu smiled. "Good girl."
The shiver that passed through Seungmin involuntarily at that made Jungsu's smile widen. She didn't say anything, but she filed it away for later.
Jungsu moved Seungmin so she was leaning back against her, legs spreading farther. The skirt had ridden up so much it didn't cover anything.
Jungsu slipped her hand under Seungmin's skirt again, and had to hold a gasp back. Seungmin was drenched.
"Like looking at yourself so much, baby?" Jungsu giggled.
Seungmin let out a whine. "No—I mean, you're just so—you have this effect on me that I can't explain."
Seungmin's small voice, and the words trailing off shyly, almost made Jungsu snap. She needed to make Seungmin cry.
"That's okay," Jungsu said. "You don't need to explain anything."
Jungsu pushed her finger inside Seungmin's hole, sinking in almost too easily because of how wet Seungmin was. Seungmin moaned, melting into Jungsu as she curled her fingers inside her. Seungmin's eyes almost fluttered shut, but she caught herself, keeping them trained on her reflection in the mirror.
Giddiness erupted in Jungsu's stomach. She loved the power she had over Seungmin, loved how Seungmin followed everything she said without question.
Seungmin squirmed in Jungsu's lap as she plunged off the edge, staining her skirt, and Jungsu's lap. Her eyes were staring at herself in the mirror in something resembling awe. The blush would not disappear.
Jungsu added another finger in, and Seungmin's eyes snapped to Jungsu's in the mirror. "What are you—?"
"You can give me another one, can't you, baby?" It was a question with only one answer. "Eyes on yourself."
Jungsu could tell that Seungmin was beginning to feel overwhelmed. But, much to Jungsu's delight, she dutifully dropped her eyes back to herself in the mirror.
Jungsu sped up again, making Seungmin writhe in her hold. But she never looked away, even though Jungsu knew she wanted to do nothing but hide in Jungsu's arms. Seungmin keened when her second orgasm crashed over her, tears starting to gather in her eyes.
Jungsu gave her a second to breathe, and Seungmin buried her face in the crook of Jungsu's neck, thinking it was over.
But then Jungsu drove her fingers inside again and Seungmin gasped. "A-again?"
Despite her whine though, Seungmin turned back to the mirror, legs spreading wider to give Jungsu space.
Jungsu cooed. "You'll be a good little girl for unnie, won't you Seungminnie?"
Seungmin nodded, even as tears slipped down her cheeks when Jungsu drove her fingers deeper. Jungsu sped up, knowing Seungmin wouldn't last long with how overwhelmed she was.
Seungmin's eyes fluttered shut, her mouth falling open, tears and drool mixing together. Jungsu almost reprimanded her for not looking in the mirror, but she looked so pretty like that Jungsu couldn't help but drink her in.
Seungmin came hard, soaking the bedsheets, and Jungsu laughed in surprise. "I didn't know you could squirt, baby."
Tears were still running down Seungmin's face as she forced her eyes open. Her voice was broke. "Can I…can I look away now?"
Jungsu pressed her lips together to stop herself from screaming. How was Seungmin such a good girl even after everything?
"Yes, you can look away now, my good little Seungminnie." Jungsu pressed a kiss in Seungmin's hair, as she melted into Jungsu's arms.
For a minute Jungsu was worried. "Did I push you too far?"
Seungmin made a shy little noise. "No I—I liked it."
Jungsu laughed in relief, showering Seungmin in kisses.
Jungsu knew they should clean up soon. But with the way Seungmin was clinging to her, she was completely drained. And Jungsu loved nothing more than holding Seungmin.
They could clean up later.
Besides, Jungsu's good girl looked better a little stained anyway.
Slipping into his bed to find Jungsu asleep wasn't surprising. They often slept together, after all. Slipping into bed to find Jungsu asleep, naked, though was new.
Seungmin knew what this was. They had talked about it.
He just didn't expect it to be so soon.
Seungmin let out a quiet breath. Jungsu was sleep so peacefully, legs spread and knee bent. Seungmin was sure that was deliberate.
And suddenly excitement was beginning to bubble up in Seungmin.
He pressed a soft kiss on Jungsu's back, before opening the bedside table slowly, aware that it creaked. Pouring enough lube on his fingers, he shifted, pushing Jungsu's legs apart more.
Seungmin eased a finger in Jungsu's hole slowly, afraid that it would wake Jungsu up too soon. But Jungsu's breathing remained even, taking Seungmin's finger in almost too easily.
Had he played with himself before going to sleep to make it easier for Seungmin?
Seungmin pressed his lips together to stop a surprised laugh from escaping as Jungsu took another finger in without resistance. He let out a quiet noise as Seungmin stretched him out, and Seungmin froze.
He wasn't doing anything wrong. Jungsu had been the one to bring the idea up, almost pleading that he wanted it. But Seungmin still felt like he shouldn't get caught. Not so soon, at least.
The thrill made Seungmin feel like he was on fire. He needed to feel Jungsu.
Seungmin sped up, gaining confidence when Jungsu didn't budge even as he added a third finger in. The quiet moans Jungsu was letting out in his sleep were driving Seungmin crazy.
After what seemed liked too long, Seungmin pulled his fingers out. He pushed his dick inside Jungsu, slowly at first, letting out a soft groan as he felt Jungsu clench around him.
Seungmin didn't understand how Jungsu could sleep through this. But Jungsu's body was just as reactive as when he was awake, letting out little whines as Seungmin rolled his hips.
Seungmin wrapped his hand around Jungsu's dick, moving his hand in pace with his dick.
All too soon, Jungsu came, gasping loudly in his sleep. Seungmin wondered how many times he could make Jungsu come before he woke up.
Seungmin started moving again, as Jungsu squirmed in his arms. He sounded so damn pretty that Seungmin couldn't help but mutter, "God, hyung, you're insane."
Jungsu came again, his mouth falling open and drool slipping out. The force of the orgasm woke him up with a start, and he gasped. "Wh—what—Seungmin?"
"Shh, hyung, it's okay, it's just me." Seungmin reassured. "Being so good for me."
Jungsu was not fully out of the haze. His voice cracked when he spoke. "I am?"
Seungmin cooed. "Yes, baby. So, so good."
Jungsu melted under Seungmin, his eyes fluttering shut again. He pressed his head into the pillow, drool wetting it as Seungmin pinned him in place.
Seungmin finally came, filling Jungsu up, and Jungsu moaned loudly.
"W-wait—" Jungsu scrambled, as Seungmin tried to pull out. "Want to go to sleep again feeling full."
Seungmin smiled, twisting so Jungsu was in his arms, slipping back inside. "Okay, hyung whatever you want."
Jungsu whimpered, snuggling into Seungmin as he drifted back to sleep.
Synopsis: Jungsu was used to the little tingle of electricity that passed through him whenever Jiseok's voice turned a little bit airy. What he wasn't expecting though, were the moans that slipped out sometimes without Jiseok realizing it.
Word Count: 556
Crossposted on AO3
Note: An early birthday gift for @chewyhanniebug . Happy birthday my love I hope you like this <3
Smut Warnings: Voice Kink, Public Sex, Thigh Riding, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia
Kwak Jiseok had a very versatile voice.
Jungsu knew that. He had heard Jiseok's voice go from being high pitched to being deep. He knew how to twist it to fit what the band needed.
Jungsu was used to the little tingle of electricity that passed through him whenever Jiseok's voice turned a little bit airy. What he wasn't expecting though, were the moans that slipped out sometimes without Jiseok realizing it.
Jungsu knew it wasn't on purpose. But he couldn't help shift uncomfortably in his seat when Jiseok did it again, on live.
Jungsu couldn't help it, he pressed his lips together, hoping that Jiseok wouldn't notice.
Or maybe hoping that he would.
But Jiseok was oblivious as always. Jungsu didn't know whether to be grateful or frustrated.
Jungsu knew he was going to snap soon.
He couldn't get the idea of pinning Jiseok down and seeing how his voice would change. He couldn't stop thinking about making Jiseok scream till his voice gave out.
Jungsu knew objectifying Jiseok like this was wrong. But Jiseok wouldn't stop letting those pretty little noises out. And Jungsu could only take so much.
He switched the live off as soon as he could, avoiding Jiseok's questioning stare as he pressed start to a recording file.
Their arrangement meant Jungsu could technically have Jiseok whenever he wanted to. And Jungsu was going to take advantage of that.
"Were we supposed to record a demo today?" Jiseok asked, and Jungsu had to bite a smile back.
"No." Jungsu answered. "This one is for my ears only."
"What—" Jiseok cut himself off with a cute gasp when Jungsu pulled him into his lap, and Jungsu hoped the mic caught it.
Holding Jiseok's waist with his hand, Jungsu forced him to roll his hips, making Jiseok grind down on his thigh. Jiseok's hand shot up to cover his mouth, barely stopping a moan from escaping.
Jungsu guided his hand away, the panic in Jiseok's eyes making him grin. "Let me hear you, Jiseokie."
"H-hyung, what if someone hears—"
The way Jiseok gasped that out, his voice getting all breathy made desire swirl even more in Jungsu.
"Let them hear. They'll finally know you're mine." Jungsu didn't know where the possessiveness had come from. But he needed to hear Jiseok.
He needed to draw those pretty noises out of Jiseok.
That seemed to unravel something in Jiseok. He threw his head back, moaning loudly as he rode Jungsu's thighs without Jungsu guiding him.
He sounded so pretty. Jungsu thought it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard.
Jiseok squirmed in Jungsu's arms, hips stuttering and Jungsu knew he was close. Jungsu guided Jiseok's through his orgasm, and the whimper Jiseok let out was so beautiful, Jungsu almost came too.
When Jungsu didn't let Jiseok stop, Jiseok buried his head in Jungsu's neck, muffling his moans.
But Jungsu didn't mind. He could feel the vibrations on his skin, and it made Jungsu's head spin.
How could anyone sound so damn pretty?
Jiseok came again, with a cry of Jungsu's name, and Jungsu could only hope that it would sound so beautiful on tape too.
But he knew nothing could compare to hearing Jiseok's sobs as Jungsu didn't let him stop.
And Jungsu knew he was going to listen to the recording every night.
Synopsis: Suddenly, she was standing in front of him, her hand holding his cheek. Her smile was triumphant. "I've been waiting to have you for so long. And now you're finally mine."
Jooyeon's eyes widened. He had forgotten to close the portal. Which meant…
Demon.
Word Count: 592
Crossposted on AO3
Warnings: She/her pronouns are used for Seungmin, Dub-Con, Manipulation, Pet Play, Finger Sucking, Handjob
The room felt cold when Jooyeon lied down on his bed. He had left the window open again and the breeze blowing in was freezing.
Jooyeon sighed. He was so comfortable, he didn't want to get up. But it was so cold. Shrugging his blanket off, he got up slowly, feeling sluggish.
As he pulled the window close though, he saw her, sitting on his bed, reflected in the glass. Jooyeon gasped. Where had she come from?
"Hello, Jooyeon." Her voice was a low, sultry purr.
Jooyeon struggled to speak; words feeling too difficult. But he managed to say, "W-who are you?"
"Aww," She pouted. "You invited me, remember? Call me Seungmin."
Jooyeon didn't understand what she was saying. His head felt too empty, all he wanted to do was feel her.
But he fought to stay still. Even in his haze, he knew she was dangerous.
What did she mean he had invited her?
Suddenly, she was standing in front of him, her hand holding his cheek. Her smile was triumphant. "I've been waiting to have you for so long. And now you're finally mine."
Jooyeon's eyes widened. He had forgotten to close the portal. Which meant…
Demon.
Jooyeon knew he had to run. He knew what happened to witches who fell into her hands. His voice shook when he spoke. "What do you want?"
She ran her thumb over his lip, and Jooyeon's mouth opened to accept her finger inside before he could stop it.
"Oh look at you." She cooed. "So obedient. This is exactly why I want you."
Jooyeon couldn't speak with her fingers in his mouth, but he snarled at being called obedient. Like he was a puppy.
If she had come in through the portal, that meant it was still open. Jooyeon could still banish her, and close the portal.
Seungmin grinned like she had read his mind. "You don't like that, puppy? You will, soon."
Jooyeon didn't know what that meant, but it sent sirens blaring in his head. He had to banish her. He had to escape.
Right?
This was wrong. Demons were evil.
But she tasted so sweet.
No, no it was an illusion. Jooyeon had to escape, he had to.
Seungmin pinned Jooyeon to his bed, her other hand rubbing over Jooyeon's dick, making him moan.
Jooyeon wanted to struggle. But it felt so good.
And Seungmin was beautiful. She looked ethereal as he leaned over Jooyeon, her smile sending Jooyeon into the blissful haze again.
Maybe he didn't need to struggle. Maybe he didn't need to fight.
Maybe he belonged here, under Seungmin.
Seungmin's hand slipped under Jooyeon's pants, and Jooyeon melted under her. She was overwhelming, surrounding Jooyeon on all sides.
Seungmin's voice dripped with saccharine and Jooyeon drank it all up. "So good for me, puppy."
The praise made Jooyeon whimper. He liked being Seungmin's good puppy.
"You like that?" Seungmin was smiling. It made Jooyeon happy.
Her fingers were still in his mouth, and Jooyeon sucked at them in affirmation.
Seungmin sped up, making Jooyeon cry as he came all over her hand.
Jooyeon's head felt empty. All he wanted was to make Seungmin happy. All he needed was to have her near.
"Be a good puppy and close the portal for me, will you?" Seungmin said.
"You'll still stay here, right?" Jooyeon babbled.
Seungmin chuckled, pressing a kiss on Jooyeon's forehead. "Of course I will. You just need to be a good puppy for me."
Synopsis: Standing in front of Gunil, a crop top sitting just above his tummy, and a skirt hugging his hips, Seungmin felt…nervous. Gunil was staring at him with a maddeningly neutral expression, but Seungmin had been with him for long enough to know that he was holding back from bending Seungmin over and fucking him hard.
Word Count: 871
Crossposted on AO3
Smut Warnings: Seungmin wears a skirt, Public Sex, Hair Pulling, Mirror Sex kind of, Humping a table, Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Sugar Daddy Goo Gunil, Sugar Baby Oh Seungmin
Goo Gunil reeked of riches.
Perfectly styled hair, wardrobe full of designer clothes, even the shoes he threw out after wearing once were twice Seungmin's apartment rent.
Which is why when he had asked Seungmin out on date, it had seemed like an easy decision. Don't get him wrong, Seungmin wasn't easy. He wasn't usually so…money seeking.
But being a college student with an ever-growing pile of debt was getting too tiring.
He had thought it would be easy. He didn't expect to fall.
Gunil was just so damn caring. Seungmin hated how kind he was. He was expecting a snobbish, old man with a too big ego. Not…Goo Gunil.
Beautiful, kind, slightly awkward Gunil had swept into Seungmin's life like a hurricane. He payed off his student debt. He bought him expensive gifts. He even made sure to put Seungmin's pleasure over his own for fuck's sake.
And suddenly nothing was easy.
Standing in front of Gunil, a crop top sitting just above his tummy, and a skirt hugging his hips, Seungmin felt…nervous. Gunil was staring at him with a maddeningly neutral expression, but Seungmin had been with him for long enough to know that he was holding back from bending Seungmin over and fucking him hard.
Which he could technically do. They were alone in the massive VIP changing and no one would walk in unannounced. The thought sent a little shiver up Seungmin's spine.
He gave Gunil a little twirl, the skirt lifting just enough to show Gunil that Seungmin was not wearing anything underneath.
Gunil's expression didn't change. But the sharp breath he took gave Seungmin confidence.
"Do you like the skirt, hyung? I do." Seungmin smiled.
Gunil nodded. "If you like it, you'll have it."
Seungmin walked towards him slowly, swaying his hips. "I like what I have under more though."
Seungmin shifted, so he was facing away from Gunil, bending over the table in front of the couch Gunil was sitting on, giving him a clear view of the plug Seungmin had in.
"Seungmin…" Gunil scoffed. "You're going to drive me insane."
The quiet confession made Seungmin grin, but then Gunil grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head up, so he was staring straight instead of down at the table.
So he was staring straight at the mirror.
Shit. Seungmin hadn't noticed the mirror before, too focused on teasing Gunil. But the mirror was positioned almost too perfectly, giving him a clear view of himself bent over the table.
"You've been acting like too much of a slut lately." Gunil, said, one of his hands still tugging at Seungmin's hair, and the other wrapping around Seungmin's tiny waist.
He made Seungmin's hips roll against the table, and Seungmin gasped. The skirt rubbed against his dick, getting stained with pre-come. In the mirror, Gunil was smirking.
Gunil leaned back, settling in the couch again. "Go ahead, give me a show."
Seungmin held back a whine. This was not what he wanted. But Gunil's stare on him was burning.
Maybe he could still get Gunil to fuck him.
Seungmin started moving, humping the table so hard it was almost painful. The skirt fluttered with every roll of Seungmin's hips, flashing the plug at Gunil.
Seungmin met Gunil's eyes through the mirror, mouth falling open as he drove himself to the edge. He clutched the table tight, as he came, biting down on his lips to not make any sound.
He didn't want to affect Gunil's reputation.
Tie untied, hand running through his hair, Gunil looked…bothered. Seungmin smiled sweetly at him. "Like the show?"
The words were cut of with a gasp as Gunil pounced on him. Quickly pulling the plug out of Seungmin, he lined his dick with Seungmin's hole, pushing in in one swift move.
Seungmin had to cover his mouth to muffle the yell.
Gunil wasn't particularly long, but he was thick. Seungmin felt so full already, tears gathering at the edges of his eyes. The stretch felt so good.
Gunil clicked his tongue, pulling Seungmin's hand behind his back, and pinning Seungmin to the table. "No, no. Everyone should hear what a slut you are."
Seungmin whimpered. "H-hyung—"
But whatever he was about to say was swallowed with a loud moan as Gunil starting moving his hips, fast. Seungmin couldn't hold back the loud cries as Gunil drilled into him, and he was sure everyone in the mall could hear him.
The shame crawled up again, mixing with the giddiness of making Gunil lose control. Seungmin sobbed as he came again, writhing under Gunil.
Gunil didn't stop until he was filling Seungmin up with his come, and Seungmin let out a broken moan when Gunil pulled out and put the plug back in.
Seungmin felt boneless, he couldn't move even if he wanted to.
Gunil pulled Seungmin onto the couch with him, pressing a kiss in his hair. "I've got you, baby."
Seungmin snuggled into him. "I think you're going to have to buy this skirt. It's ridiculously expensive too."
Gunil laughed. "I'll buy you ten of those skirts if it means I can fuck you in them."
Being with Gunil was easy for a different reason now.
This blog is officially closed. I will not be deactivating as I do not want to lose the blog completely but I won't be active on here anymore.
As for ipmakzisms, I am still not sure about what to do. I am going to be taking a break from writing for a while and I do not know when/if I'll be back.
Thank you for the memories and I'm so sorry for bringing so much drama to the tl.
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