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'nintey-nine// a happier caratiny (trying)

[k-pop-ology]

I'm just gunna do a little escapism rn...

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26~ Dαყ Nιɳҽ {Pҽɠɠιɳɠ}

♤Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f)

♤Genre: smut

♤Au: modern fantasy, magic, prequel moment to my series Twilight Academy, see this chapter as reference

♤Trope: established relationship

♤Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

♤Word Count: 1,667

♤Warnings: pegging, anal (m), cock ring, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, cock stepping, oral fixation (m), mean dom! Reader, fingering (m), self lubrication

♤Master List ~ Day Eight: Mingi & Jongho {Threesome} ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey}

You stood in your tent and stared at the cot that served as your place of rest. Your bed was your enemy now. If you dared to place your head, you would get captured in a dream that would slowly attempt to kill you. The worst thing about it was… it wasn’t even the creation of a black-magic user. It was a trap of your own making.

“I thought I saw your light still on,” Hongjoong strolled into your tent like he belonged here. He did. You swear at this point in the war, he had spent more time in your tent than in his own, and he had captain things to do.

You sent a tiny bitter smile of greeting his way. “Hey.”

Hongjoong’s hands found your shoulders, and his thumbs began to dig into the knots of stress there. “Is it going to be one of those nights again?”

Hongjoong was aware of your current situation. You had fed him a lie that while being in the war, the closer the threat to your life, the darker your dreams were. Hongjoong thought it was your proximity to him that made you a target for The Reaper. You knew better; the more time you spent with your captain, the more your love for him--and the fear of losing him--attempted to kill you. Because you knew that if Hongjoong died, your heart would go with him.

You nodded, turning your head and rubbing your cheek against the back of Hongjoong’s fingers. “I’m afraid so.”

“Good thing I’m here then, huh?” Hongjoong put on a broad smile. There was nothing that could get this man down. He was always trying to spread positivity amongst his troops.

Your lover pushed a tender kiss to your temple and turned you around to face him. “Shall we, Captain?”

And like that, as if Hongjoong had hypnotized you and snapped his fingers, you were the one in charge. “Shouldn't you be on your knees, Lieutenant?” You crooned.

Hongjoong dropped without any preamble. His eyes stared up at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. “What do you need from me, Captain?"

“Compliant and wet,” You purred.

Hongjoong whined. “But we haven’t even started yet?”

You cocked your head, appearing curious, but your face was deadly. “You mean the minute you went to your knees, you didn’t get a small wet spot on your underwear?” You clucked your tongue in disappointment. “I expect better of you, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong shuffled forward eagerly. “I can be better,” he whispered in excitement.

“Can you?” You cupped Hongjoong’s face, if only to rub the pad of your thumb over his generous lower lip.

The captain’s expression became a bit vacant. Hongjoong’s oral fixation was horrible. He began to open his lips to take in your thumb when you removed your hold on him altogether. Hongjoong stumbled, having to right himself after leaning into your touch.

You take a seat on your cot, crossing your legs and leaning back on your palms. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well? I’m waiting, Lieutenant, and my patience is wearing thin. Should I--”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Hongjoong was unbuckling his pants and playing with the head of his cock through his underwear. It truly wasn’t long before a wet spot spread across them. Hongjoong looked up at you hopefully. “Is that better?”

You placed the ball of your booted foot against Hongjoong’s chest and pushed. “Do you really think you can play without yourself and make this all better?” You shook your head. “I really do have to do all the work around here, don’t I? Just a pretty head and nothing between those ears, huh?”

Hongjoong’s face heated up with embarrassment. “I can--”

Your hand snapped out and captured Hongjoong’s face in a fierce grip. “No, you can’t, Hongjoong. That’s the point. You can’t even use your cock properly, can you?” You push Hongjoong back, releasing his jaw and he fell to the ground. You placed your foot barely over his cock, only clothed in his underwear. “You need me to fuck you to make you even form sentences. It’s quite sad, actually.”

Hongjoong moaned loudly, and his eyes widened in fear. He had to be quiet. In fact, there was a rule of punishment if Hongjoong was too loud in your tent.

You sighed heavily and lifted your foot off of him. “See? Oh, Lieutenant."

Hongjoong pouted but moved towards the locked chest at the foot of your cot. He whispered the greek word for secret, and it opened a bottom drawer that hadn't been there before. He reached for a cock ring and then moved towards the cot.

It was there he assumed his position: face down, ass up. He pulled his pants down, along with his underwear, and placed the cock ring around himself with a hiss. He was about to get a whole lot of fucking with zero orgasm. Well, he had only enacted one punishment, so he’d have only one withheld orgasm.

You removed your shift completely, reaching down into the same drawer and pulling out the double-sided strap-on that had been specially crafted for your specific purpose; it would pull your own wetness from your cunt and push out of the hole at the tip. One side slipped up into your cunt, pressing against your clit, while it snuggly fit on your body so that the cock part aimed perfectly as if you had a cock yourself. You whispered Agua and all the wetness you had acquired from degrading Hongjoong began to bead out of the cockhead.

You used the wetness to coat your finger and began to open Hongjoong’s puckered hole up. You swore, the captain enjoyed the work up part more than the act itself because Hongjoong was always the noisiest as you scissored him.

One hand on Hongjoong’s hip, and other two fingers deep in him, you sighed. “Am I going to have to gag you, Hongjoong?”

“No no no,” Hongjoong mindlessly disagreed with you. “I can be quiet.”

“Prove it then,” You snapped.

You removed your fingers from Hongjoong, and he whined like you had just taken his favorite toy away from him. You clucked your tongue in disappointment once again. “That’s a second orgasm lost, Lieutenant. Your punishments are stacking up.”

“Please!” Hongjoong could only plead for the one thing that would make him feel better and that was the dark blue cock that was nestled between your legs right now.

“At least you remembered the magic word,” you muttered.

You maneuvered the cock to Hongjoong’s puckered hole and slowly pushed into him. Hongjoong whimpered quietly as you gave him exactly what he wanted. You rocked your hips slightly, fighting for every inch. One look down at HOngjoong showed him drooling and vacant-eyed once again. It was obvious he did enjoy the work towards the goal the most.

Once you were fully sheathed inside of him, you rubbed Hongjoong’s ass tenderly. “Are you ready, Joongie?”

“Mmm,” Hongjoong was nonverbal now.

Taking some pity on him, you started to move in and out of his now-stretched hole. Hongjoong moaned at the movement. You leaned over Hongjoong’s back and slowly stroked him. Hongjoong let out a squeak at the added stimulation. You weren’t eager to pick up speed either way. It’s not like Hongjoong was coming anytime soon.

“Isn’t this exactly where you belong? In my bed, under me, escaping sleep?” You murmured against his clothed back.

“ ‘s good,” Hongjoong managed to slur, clearly not hearing anything but wanting to be good.

“So good, huh, Joongie?” You cooed at your lover. “Feels good to have my cock deep inside of you, doesn’t it?”

Hongjoong swallowed loudly. “More,” he whined.

“No, Joongie. We have all night. You’ll get what I give you,” You replied.

“More,” Hongjoong pleaded. He raised his ass to meet one of your slow thrusts inside of him. His ass jolted a bit with the harsher slap of your pelvis against his ass, and he groaned happily.

You deliberately raised your body and then pulled nearly out of him entirely. Only the cockhead of the double sided strap-on remained inside of him. Hongjoong made noises of worry. He knew when something was about to be taken away from him.

“Who's in charge?” You growled.

“You! Youuuuuu!” Hongjoong strained backward regardless. The shape of his ass was so very nice.

“Am I? then why are you attempting to change the pace to what you want, Hongjoong?” You sneered.

“ ‘m not, I'm not, it’s you, you’re the captain. I’m dumb, I’m just a dumb useless cock,” Hongjoong wailed.

“That’s right,” You agreed.

So the pattern continued, as you slowly fucked Hongjoong with your double sided strap-on. You were edging yourself as well, but you were attempting to tire yourself out until the point where you had no dreams and beat Hongjoong’s insomnia while you were at it. Hongjoong begged for more, or took it where he could, and you denied denied denied.

It wasn’t until a teary-eyed Hongjoong, with a trembling lower lip, finally had his cock ring removed, that you fucked him on his back, legs up in the air. He was able to spurt over his stomach as your own orgasm ripped through you. You both made desperate noises as you came.

Hongjoong looked perfect under you, covered in all manner of bodily fluids, eyes closed, his little kitty-cat smile curling up the corners of his lips. He was content like this, and this is how you preferred him.

“Did you come, Joongie?” You asked your rhetorical question.

“You made me come so fucking hard,” Hongjoong groaned, slowly but surely coming back to his true self.

You chuckled, pulling out of him and pulling the toy out of you. You cleaned it up thoroughly with a Dutch word and then tossed your tired body beside your captain.

“Happy slumber,” you murmured to your lover.

“Happy dreamless sleep,” he murmured back.

Master List ~ Day Eight: Mingi & Jongho {Threesome} ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey}

[k-pop-ology]

-ohohoh back with my Other fav series of yours FUCK YES

- oup... I remember the trauma 🫪

- MC I wanna give you a fat hug

- oh... oh hoo.... yes ma'am 🧎🏻‍♀️

- COCK RING OH YEAH

- oh hongjoong you little yummy boy,(he's definitely taller then me)

- I read to fast I love all that wtf

-"“ ‘m not, I'm not, it’s you, you’re the captain. I’m dumb, I’m just a dumb useless cock,” Hongjoong wailed." I could use one of those rn ngl

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26~ Dαყ Eιɠԋƚ {Tԋɾҽҽʂσɱҽ}

♧Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f) x Choi Jongho

♧Genre: smut

♧Au: sci-fi, aliens, apart of my Breed series, pls check out this chapter for context

♧Trope: strangers to lovers, poly-share

♧Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

♧Word Count: 2,606

♧Warnings: threesome, breast play, breast obsession, first time sex, sex with no protection, ass appreciation, first time oral, oral (m)

♧Master List ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia} ~ Day Nine: Hongjoong {Pegging}

“This is ridiculous,” Jongho grumbled under his breath. “After practically all of you have experimented with the humans, I hardly understand why it’s necessary for me as well.”

Mingi sneers half-heartedly. “If I have to do it, so do you.”

Jongho blew an annoyed raspberry at the tall guard. “I don’t know why you’re complaining. It seems like you are enamored with the female’s mammary glands.” Jongho sends a look down his nose. “You know those are for young, right?”

Mingi’s fists clench momentarily. It was time for Jongho to get off his high horse. Mingi was going to be the one to lead Jongho to his demise. It only seemed right, the way he was initiated. It seemed like these humans enjoyed procreation through teaching methods.

You were in the room of rest that you and San had been given. San was out for observation, Mingi had ensured that with Wooyoung, and that left you all for Mingi and Jongho.

“My comet,” Mingi greeted you cordially despite the term of endearment.

“Mingi!” You launch yourself upwards from the wavy couch in excitement. “I didn’t expect to see you.”

Mingi’s visage softened for a moment, and then he shook his head. He couldn't be swayed until Jongho was committed too far to stop. “I have brought the final member of our team you’ve yet to meet. This is--”

“Choi Jongho, chief data collector,” Jongho interrupted Mingi. He thrusted out his hand to you, as he had learned from the videos of foreign dignitaries meeting for the first time. “We are what your species call scientists. No, researchers. Yes.”

“Ah,” you say, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jongho.”

Jongho put his hands behind his back and began to pace. “As you’re well aware, we are here to collect the data in regards to what purpose your species has for copulating still to procreate. Our species, of course, is beyond such frivolities. Why involve bodily functions that are messy when once can simply splice genes and create the perfect offspring?”

Your eyes lit up with interest. “Well, for one--”

Jongho waved away your words. “Yes yes, you’ve cited the pleasure of it. Certainly something to consider, I suppose.”

You cocked your head. “How can you consider it if you haven’t experienced it yourself?”

Jongho’s eyes meet Mingi’s,who simply shrugs in response. “I’ve taken extensive notes.”

You shook your head, eyebrows furrowing. “You’ve taken notes? There’s no way a thorough researcher like yourself has simply taken notes and leaves it at that.”

“The feeling is unquantifiable,” Mingi agrees. “It’s not even the moment of it. There is a build up, and accumulation if you will. It--”

Jongho cuts off the guard once again. It seemed to be his habit. “I don’t need a Body to tell me about it again, I have your debrief memorized, Mingi.”

If looks could kill, Jongho would be lying bleeding on the floor.

“However,” Jongho continued. “I don’t believe that I have to experience it myself. There is plenty of experimentation involving many of you humans and what you call us aliens.”

You shoot an apologetic look Mingi’s way. “But what if their explanation is not enough? What if you could succinctly capture what exactly pleasure feels like? Surely, that would look amazing on your report back to your home planet?”

The alien brought his hand to his chin in an extremely human gesture in thought. “You do have a point.”

“The first step would be to find what part of the female appeals to you,” Mingi reiterated.

“That does seem to be the key, doesn’t it,” Jongho continued to think out loud. He paced around you, circling like a shark in the water. “What appeals to me about you, female.”

“ ‘Female’ is a bit clinical, don’t you think?” You bring up for the thousandth time.

“I prefer clinical,” Jongho responded immediately.

“I’m sure you do,” you muttered under your breath.

However, Jongho squeezed your body in an attempt to discover what exactly did it for him. One hand went to your ass, and then another joined it until he was practically groping you through your robe. And it was doing something to you.

When you let out a soft moan, however, Jongho removed his hands like your body burned him. “I still don’t see how this is important.”

You turned around quickly. “Well.” You let your eyes drag down Jongho’s body until they arrive to rest on his pelvis. “The only way you’re going to get hard enough is to find what you enjoy.”

Jongho frowned heavily, his chin hitting his chest as he joined you, staring at this pelvis. “Why can’t I simply decide I’m ready to procreate and it gets ready?”

You giggled in response. “Mingi, do you think we should show him what we mean?”

Mingi is nodding quickly before you even finish your sentence. Then his eyes shyly moved towards Jongho. “You can repeat according to methodology, correct?” Perhaps Mingi was showing that he shouldn’t be left out of the equation of big thinkers.

You removed your robe immediately, letting it shimmy to the ground. Mingi’s gaze went straight to your tits. It was clear that the alien had an affinity for them. Which was fine by you. You loved a good breast worship.

Your nipples pebbled from the cold ship air, and Mingi took a step towards your body. His eyes, somehow bigger now and more vulnerable, met your gaze. “I heard it’s important for males to ask for permission.”

You’re sure on Mingi’s bad days, he could kill many living beings, with his stature and his sharp gaze. But in moments like these, you were sure he was a soft boy, just like Sannie. That thought alone had your heart expand for another alien.

“You have permission to touch me, Mingi,” you replied quietly.

Mingi’s hand reached out, bouncing your tit in the palm of his hand, almost as if he was judging its weight. But by the way his pupils darkened, you were assuming that he was savoring the moment of having your breasts in his hands once again. “These are my favorites. I can not explain why they appeal to me. I do know they are soft, and I like that. Having tasted them before--”

Jongho scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Tasted?”

You encouraged Mingi by nodding, and then the tall alien carefully leaned down and captured one nipple in his mouth. You couldn't help but groan at the feeling of his hot mouth encompassing your nipple. Your hand carded through his hair, encouraging him to do more. Mingi licked your nipple, circling it like he was following the shape of it. Then he popped off to answer Jongho.

“She enjoys the feeling of it, and that makes me want to do it more.” To underline his point, he sucked and licked at your other nipple.

“This also helps me,” you panted. “It prepares my body for procreation as well.”

“How so?” Jongho demanded quickly.

Mingi backed off from your nipples. He wrapped his huge hand around his now-very-apparent erection. “I would also like to know. I was not privy to this the last time…”

The last time being when he fucked your tits while San fucked your cunt. Mingi had a point. Good thing you were an exhibitionist.

You put your feet a little bit further apart and then dipped your fingers along your slick folds. “I need to be wet for your cocks.”

“Cocks?” Jongho frowned again. “Are you able to take more than one? Surely not.”

You laughed a little apprehensively. “I’ve never done it before, but theoretically, yes.”

Jongho wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it free of your cunt. When he could see how visibly coated and wet your fingers were, he raised an eyebrow at you. “And are you ready?”

You shrugged. “I am, but you’re not.”

Jongho was not sporting a tent within his robe. “I suppose I should, then, touch you…”

“I have an idea.” Mingi licked his lips. “I’m ready. We should not waste the energy. I should enter my Comet. You can figure out what you prefer as I do so.”

“You want that?” Jongho questioned.

Mingi smiled slowly. “Fucking her breasts was a delight but I am eager to attempt the correct way.”

His usage of your phrases and that slow smile just made you wetter if you weren’t already. So you grabbed Mingi’s hand and led him back to the wavy couch you had been reclining earlier. “Lay back,” you murmured, pressing a hand to his broad shoulder.

Mingi let you guide him to his back on the couch. He also let you open his robe wide so his body was on display. He was generous with his chest and his waist almost rivaled San's. It wasn't a chore having to fuck this alien.

You lifted yourself onto the couch and straddled Mingi's waist. You gripped Mingi’s straining girth of a cock and angled it to your hole. Mingi gasped and stopped you descending down on him.

“Be gentle,” he said, looking up at you with apprehension but interest.

“Oh, Mingi,” You sighed happily. “I'll be careful with you.”

You pushed down ever so slowly, and Mingi’s jaw dropped. “The sensation!” With that, the large guard gripped your hips and pushed himself deep within you.

“Oh my God,” You groaned, as Mingi’s long cock split your walls.

“Is it okay?” His raspy voice from experiencing his first cunt contrasted with the worry coating his tongue.

“It's fine, Mingi,” You attempted to reassure him while trying to not pass out, almost instantly becoming dumb on his cock.

Mingi squeezed your hips and then lifted his own to begin. He moaned out loud with the feel of one pass of his cock against your inner silky walls. “More,” he voiced, moving to squeeze your ass, to dive even deeper into you.

It was all you could manage to brace yourself against his tight stomach as Mingi fucked up into you. It was good that he was catching on because you weren't quite sure you could instruct him while taking in his massive cock. “A-ah, Mingi.”

“It feels good, right? Does it feel good for you too? Am I doing it right?”

You half laughed and half groaned. “Mingi, you're doing so good.”

Mingi beamed up at you, hands almost kneading your ass cheeks as he bounced you up and down his cock. “I'm glad.”

Jongho, in the meantime, was a little slack jawed himself. And by now, sporting a very pointed tent in his robes.

“Master Researcher, would you like some relief?” You wondered.

Jongho wet his lips. “I don't…”

“C'mere,” You cajoled. “I can help you.”

Jongho slowly approached you as Mingi slowed his pace for you. Such a considerate alien. When he came abreast of the wavy couch, you slowly pulled apart his robe. Jongho’s body was stocky and thick, and it made your mouth water.

“Mingi, is there any way you could get the room to lower the couch?” You wondered. You were pretty sure there was nothing the aliens ship couldn't do.

Without another word, the couch lowered to the ground, exactly as you had asked for. Now you could fuck Mingi and help Jongho.

You reached out for Jongho’s cock but he stopped you before you could reach it. Still, it twitched against his stomach. You looked up at him in question.

His mouth twisted bitterly. “Hongjoong and I have spoken extensively on what your body has done to the others. I can not comprehend how you manage to bring out this manner of throwing everyone's brains on the ground.”

You smiled to yourself. “I wouldn't say it's my power alone. More like all of your kind seem to lose their brains when it comes to sex.”

Jongho slowly released your hand. “And you?”

“If you let me take your cock in my mouth, I think you'll see just how drunk I can get.”

Jongho’s mouth pressed into a stubborn line and then released it on second thought. With a brisk nod, you were given the go-ahead. You locked eyes with Jongho as your mouth moved towards to suck on his cockhead. Even one tiny lick had Jongho’s eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Now that Jongho was on the clear road to where Mingi had sought to take him, the other alien decided enough was enough, and he wanted to feel what an orgasm was like within you. He had watched San do it enough times that he was sure there wasn’t much else to do when he had fucked your breasts; he simply needed to let go.

Your eyes closed as Mingi started to bounce you enthusiastically. You felt your brain cells melt away as he started to churn your insides into mush. Luckily, your mind was on auto-suck, continuing to play with Jongho’s cock in your mouth. Your eyes didn’t open until Jongho locked his hands behind your head and shoved himself deep into your mouth.

You made a noise of surprise as he did so, hands bracing against his hipbones as your nose found his pelvis. It was worth the slight inability to breathe because as you looked up at Jongho, his head was cast back, and he was clearly enjoying the sensation of being down your throat.

“Do you intend to suffocate her?” Mingi cried out, slightly worried for your wellfare.

Jongho shook his head. “You have no idea what this feels like.” Reluctantly, Jongho let you pull back, but he was just as quick to have you descend back down his length. “When she swallows--” Jongho moaned gratuitously.

You clenched around Mingi’s length inside of you, and it was Mingi’s turn to groan loudly. “I think I have an idea,” Mingi said.

With one cock working in two out of your three holes, you were truly in seventh heaven. You made noises of contentment, happy to be used by the two aliens. But where this was Jongho’s first time experiencing any shade of sex and Mingi’s first time inside of your cunt, it wasn’t long before the two of them were spilling inside of you, coming with their own versions. You finally got to see Mingi’s cum face, tongue waggling out in an almost mind-numbing manner, while Jongho’s was nose-scrunching glorious.

Fortunately for you, Mingi didn’t lose his hard on, and so you were able to continue to work yourself on his length until you came as well. The pleasure radiated through you, with the taste of Jongho on your tongue and Mingi’s hands having left bruises on your hips.

You might have passed out, for you weren’t sure when Jongho pulled out of your mouth, nor when Mingi had pulled you to his chest. You didn’t have any energy to care for that matter.

“Can you agree then?” You felt Mingi’s deep voice rumble through his chest. “Is the pleasure almost unquantifiable?”

“For once, Mingi, I believe you’re right,” Jongho responded.

“We should clean her up. She deserves the rest,” Mingi pursued.

“This was an unauthorized procreation,” Jongho brought up. “You will… not inform Hongjoong of this?”

Mingi chuckled. “I won’t say anything if you won’t, Chief Data Analyser.”

Jongho made a noise of excitement. “I must get back to my lab! There are so many notes I need to make!”

If Hongjoong wasn’t to know of this… did this mean you’d be seeing Jongho again? You hoped so. There was so much more you wished to experience with all the aliens. Including their leader…

Master List ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia} ~ Day Nine: Hongjoong {Pegging}

[k-pop-ology]

- mammary glands LMAO I missed reading these... might have to reread all of them

- ehehehe mingi is infecting jongho with the horny bug 🤩

- oh man .... does San get the ship tentacles again 😏

- so clean cut jongho

- I love MC playing into it, fack it's so funny

- mingiiiiii

- damn so quick to get hard

- TWO YES PLEASE

- Mingi smiled slowly. “Fucking her breasts was a delight but I am eager to attempt the correct way.”

- favorite line right here BWAHAHHAHA

- oh mc how I'm jealous of you, I love how quick mingi is just enamored to take action

- he pushed in so quickly.... oh ma god

-You smiled to yourself. “I wouldn't say it's my power alone. More like all of your kind seem to lose their brains when it comes to sex.”

- honestly same 😂 my brain do be broken a lot of the time

- and deep throat FACKKKKK

- omg he was gripping so hard to leave BRUISES 🫠

- damn no jongho come back, push in while mingi is still hard in her 🥰

GOD I LOVE THIS SERIES

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝒾𝓍𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃~ 𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀

The Menu

🖤Pairing: Alien! Jung Wooyoung x Abducted human! Reader (f)

🖤Au: sci fi, alien, Breed au

🖤Trope: s2l

🖤Genre: smut

🖤Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🖤Warnings: tentacle kink, oral kink, breast play, vaginal penetration, use of toys?, anal penetration, dirty talk, pet names (wooyoung calls you Babe, just like San does, cuz he's a cute little alien that doesn't know any better) hand job, anal (m), mutual masturbation?, rimming, voyeurism

🖤Word Count: 1,263

🖤Summary: Wooyoung kidnaps you from San’s arms to try his new ideas of what the ship could do to you--and him--and the alien is very good at finding loopholes to his captain's orders

🖤 Day Fifteen: Jongho | Masterlist | Day Seventeen: Hongjoong🤍

You were in a predicament. It was enjoyable because the shame of it made your stomach curl with desire, but it was a predicament nonetheless.

“Look at you,” Wooyoung said as he paced around you in the observation room. “Everyone of your holes is stuffed, and you couldn't be happier, huh?”

Your noise of agreement was a bit muffled, due to the smooth, metal tentacle fucking your throat but the message still got acrossed.

“You humans simply amaze me, Babe,” Wooyoung continued to walk circles around you. “Especially yourself. You never seem to be satisfied. Even when the purpose is to be pumped full of semen, you still want more.”

Wooyoung had yet gotten permission to fuck you from Hongjoong. But Hongjoong had not commanded Wooyoung to not experiment on you. And what was the use of his brain, as lead engineer and robotics, if not to change the ship around to his liking and see just how far you'd go for pleasure.

Currently, many cables wrapped around your stomach, arms, and legs binding you in a compromising position. Your arms were behind your back, your legs tied around your bent legs to keep your pussy exposed and the ones around your waist were to hold you aloft. Your head was hanging upside as one tentacle fucked your throat. Two tentacles wrapped around each breast, undulating in a spiral to squeeze your tits. You had a very thick and rigid tentacle in your cunt, occasionally bumping against your cervix. And, of course, one in ass, moving the opposite direction of the one inside your cunt. 

“Of course, everything is self lubricating,” Wooyoung continued to provide you with a running commentary. “I even adjusted some of them to mimic tongues on your nipples.”

You raised your head and watched with avid interest as two ends of the tentacles that were wrapped around your breasts opened up and ‘licked’ your nipples. Your back arched and you moaned past the tentacle fucking your mouth.

“I knew you'd like that,” Wooyoung whispered loudly.He crouched by your head, eyes watching as the tentacle in your mouth moved in and out of your lips. 

If only San could see now! He'd be pleased you were living a hentai fantasy, and he'd also be pleased to be viewing his own. Alas, San was sleeping off his very busy day of guiding aliens on how to fuck you when Wooyoung ordered the ship to literally pick you up from your room and deliver you to himself.

“Look at how the ship satiates your every need,” Wooyoung purred. 

His hands hovered over your body but he did not touch. He would not rebel against a direct command from his captain. But you could feel the heat radiating from them.

You whined, and Wooyoung motioned with his eyes for the tentacle in your mouth to be removed.

“Woo…Wooyoung,” you panted. “What about you?”

Wooyoung tipped his head in consideration. “Hongjoong said I can't have sex with myself, but he never mentioned the ship!”

Wooyoung bent over as if to kiss you in happiness, much like he had seen you do with San, but stopped himself short. He smiled mischievously. “Almost had me there.”

You whined. “You're really not going to touch me?!”

Wooyoung shook his head, making a noise of disagreement. “Nope,” he affirmed with a pop of his lips. “But we can still have some fun, right? Watching each other get off. It's our thing, isn't it?”

With a gleam in his eyes, Wooyoung was suddenly seated in the same bench set up that you had seen him in when he was spying on you and San after Seonghwa had fucked you. “This time, I'm gonna see what my fingers couldn't."

Wooyoung’s legs were spread, much like your own. The shiny metal against his bronze skin was just as great of a view as it had been on Sannie. Only the tentacle that wrapped around Wooyoung’s cock was the same that was licking your nipple. So he was getting squeezed good and the head of his cock licked.

“Oh!” Wooyoung melted, his eyes fluttering shut as the ship took care of him.

“That's not fair,” you muttered under your breath.

Wooyoung’s eyes opened slightly, hooded now with lust. His tongue came out to lick the freckle on his lip. “What's not fair?” He said in a husky voice.

“That the ship is giving you head!” You huffed. “I'm much better.”

Wooyoung’s nails dug into his plush thighs, and his hips started to rock upwards. “I want that. I want you to perform the oral on me so badly. But Hongjoong--!”

“If I could wring that aliens neck, I would,” you grumbled. “He's ruining all the fun. It's called experimentation! You're supposed to fuck around!”

“If I'm good. Maybe… Maybe you and San can show me… What it means… To be with a man and a woman.”

Oh fuck.

You and San would absolutely wreck Wooyoung if that was what the alien wanted. Your pussy throbbed with the thought of Wooyoung sandwiched between you and your boyfriend. 

The tentacles moved you so suddenly, You squealed as it held you aloft over Wooyoung. You both had the perfect views of what the tentacles were doing to each other. 

The other benefit was that your cunt was so drenched with your slick and the ship’s lubricant that it began to drip down on Wooyoung’s… hole that was currently empty. Wooyoung moaned so loudly you thought he had come. 

Instead, a small, delicate tentacle barely the thickness of your pinky began to lap at Wooyoung’s hole. It mixed your wetness and the lubrication around his puckered hole, and then it simply slipped inside.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is what I was missing!” Wooyoung's back bowed as his pleasure intensified.

Your breath caught at the sight of Wooyoung getting pleasured by the ship's ropes. “Come with me, Woo,” you encouraged. 

“Is this something you could do for me?” Wooyoung whined back.

“Oh, the things I'm going to do to you when Hongjoong lets you off your short leash,” you moaned.

“Mmm, yeah?” Wooyoung bit down in his lip now, clearly enjoying himself.

Your whines were starting to come more frequently. You could feel another tentacle licking your clit, only adding to the plethora of sensations the many tentacles were giving you.

“Fuck, Wooyoung, I'm gonna come. Come with me, hmm? Spray your pretty pink cum all over yourself for me, huh? Show me what you can do.”

Wooyoung was quick to come. For other guys, it might have been embarrassing, but for Wooyoung, who didn't know any better, he simply beamed through his orgasm. His smile was adorable as his climax took him. His come spurted over his lower stomach, dotting his lovely skin.

“Good boy,” You couldn't help but say.

And then you were coming as well. It wasn't the first orgasm of the night, so it ripped through you almost painfully so. It had been a long time coming, but it still made your toes curl and your eyelids painted with fireworks. 

“Fuck, Wooyoung,” You cursed.

“That's the plan,” Wooyoung wickedly replied.

“Well it better be soon, or I'm going to have all his crew wrapped around my finger, and he will have no choice,” you sulked.

Jongho pressed himself to the wall outside the observation room. He knew he should have stayed in his pod. Because his cock was twitching in his robes and that was not thinking with the right head now.

What was a little mutiny amongst aliens, huh?

🖤 Day Fifteen: Jongho | Masterlist | Day Seventeen: Hongjoong🤍

[k-pop-ology]

TUMBLR IS INDICATING I DIDNT READ THIS WTF?!?!

anyways I READ IT TO FAST NOOOO I NEED IT, MY FAVORITE SERIES EVER URGHHHHH

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26~ Dαყ Sҽʋҽɳ {Sσɱɳσρԋιʅια}

◇Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f)

◇Genre: smut

◇Au: supernatural, mercenary for hire, mythological monster

◇Trope: strangers to lovers

◇Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

◇Word Count: 1,194

◇Warnings: somnophilia, oral (f), fingering (f), slight aftercare

◇Master List ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification} ~ Day Eight: Mingi and Jongho {Threesome}

A dark figure crouched on top of a glass dome. San’s nightvision glasses aided him in peering down at his target. San was a mercenary but he wasn’t what you’d call a normal merc. He was an ingredient hunter. Witches hired him to gather those tough-to-acquire ingredients for their potions and spells. He was damn good at his job, he reminded himself. This one was just… a bit off. 

San tugged at the collar of his tight turtle neck, his biceps flexing with the motion in the sleeveless shirt. The ingredient request sent via an anonymous digital owl, informed him that he had to ‘elicit an orgasm from a Medusa’. Well, any Medusa was known to kill on site, so there was really only one way he could capture an orgasm from one... while they were asleep. 

The mercenary checked his toolbelt one more time, ensuring that the device that would capture the orgasmic moan that left your mouth was there, and then he decided that he had procrastinated enough. 

Having already silently cut a hole in the glass dome, San clipped a carabiner to his harness that was attached to the rope he had tied to an anchor, and began his descent. His leather gloves allowed the rope to easily pass across his palms as he steadily moved from the roof of the building towards the floor. 

Your form remained unmoving as he did so. You were in slumberland, a silk cap firmly wrapped around your hair. Not willing to risk any life that accidentally woke you up, this was your nightly ritual. Unbeknownst to you, your instincts from the olden days would have come in handy tonight.  

Unclipping the carabiner from his torso harness, San put one foot in front of the other, legs slightly bent. He was quieter than death as he crept upon your slumbering body. 

You wore a silk teddy, matching with your silk cap, and San’s breath caught in the back of his throat. The light from the moon highlighted your body in ways that had his cock stirring in his pants. He adjusted himself in his pants, pursing his lips. He didn’t exactly need to use his cock. There were easier, less exposing ways to get you to come. 

San climbed on your raised bed. While on his hands and knees, he used his teeth to pull at the bottom of one of his gloved hands. Once it was free, he tucked the glove into the back of his pants and skimmed his fingertips along your ankle and up your calf. San’s dark eyes remained on your face to see if his touch would wake you up. When you didn’t even stir, San thanked whatever witches he was working for that they sent him to a heavy sleeper. 

His fingers climbed higher up your leg. He resisted the urge to squeeze your nice thighs. This wasn’t the time or the place to indulge in personal preferences. With his other hand, he slowly and carefully lifted the hem of your teddy to reveal… that you were wearing nothing under it. San had to cover his face with his hand to silence an unbidden moan. He was not expecting that. 

Sending another checking glance towards your features, San leans down, almost comical in the way his back arches and his ass raises behind him. When his face is almost level with your cunt, he curiously blows on it. You make a tiny noise and stir your legs slightly, but still no consciousness. That boded well for him; if you were verbal when you felt pleasure, it would take no time at all for him to pull an orgasm from you. 

The mercenary stuck his triangle-shaped tongue, short in its nature, out and towards your unaware pussy. It circled your clit carefully, eyes still solid on your face. When your hips shifted, giving him better access, San began to smirk to himself. You were almost making this too easy for him. The slow circling quickly devolved into firm licks to your clit. When your hips began to move in motion with his tongue, San knew he was completing this mission. He watched for what speed and precision you seemed to enjoy the most, and adjusted, until he had you whining quietly to his pussy-eating. 

That’s when San knew it was time to put a finger in you. His free hand snatched the orgasm capturing device from his belt. Although San was very positive his tongue would bring you to climax, he was a man with a mission, and he needed some assurances. One being his fingers tapping against the spongey part inside of you. Your needy noises were all the response he required as he did so. You braced your feet firmly apart, waving your pelvis at his administration. 

Your eyebrows frowned inwards and the urge to shoot up your body and soothe you was something San had to fight with all of his inner strength. He was a giver, naturally, not a taker. But he had to focus, you were close, he could tell by the way your walls were clenching around his finger. 

San inserted a second finger into your wet hole, causing your ass to almost lift up off your bed. He had to brace his other arm that was holding the device to capture your orgasm against your lower stomach to keep you in place, otherwise he was going to lose his momentum. 

Putting his tongue back to work, San wiggled the wet appendage, flat against your clit, in conjunction with his two fingers pressing and massaging your g-spot. You came apart for him, the most beautiful cry escaping your lips. San pressed on the button on the side of the device, that opened with purple light seeping out from the opening. The noise of your orgasm, and San swore the feeling of pleasure, got sucked into it and it closed with a snap. 

Your hips twitched with the aftershocks of San’s fingers still inside of you. Carefully, he pulled them free from your cunt. Your inner muscles squeezed on them, almost as if your pussy was reluctant to let him leave. San once again smirked to himself, sucking on the wet digits to clean himself up. 

Unable to fight his instincts further, San licked up the wetness that had leaked from your hole, careful not to stimulate you more but wanting to do one more thing for you before he left. Then he pulled down your teddy back in place and slowly moved backwards off your bed. When he fished his glove tucked into the back of his pants and finished putting it back on, San was satisfied that you weren’t going to wake up and turn him into a personal trophy.

With one more, almost hesitant look, San clipped himself back with the carabiner and began his ascent out the hole he came from. His arms bulged once again as he used his upper body strength to extract himself from his mission. His body may be doing all the work but his mind was on the taste of your pussy still on his lips.

Master List ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification} ~ Day Eight: Mingi and Jongho {Threesome}

[k-pop-ology]

- got me at turtle neck 😏

- AND SLEEVELESS? IM DEAD

- *mission impossible theme*

- what if mc sent that digital owl message 🤔

- no underwear 😏 mc sent that fosho

- FUCK OF COURSE HE IS

- I need me a San who loves to give 🫠 immmmm neeeeedyyyyyyy

- is MC actually awake? hmmmm

- yum 🤤

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26~ Dαყ Sιx {DυɱႦιϝιƈαƚισɳ}

♡Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f) x Choi Jongho

♡Genre: smut

♡Au: superhero/villain

♡Trope: thugs/boss

♡Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

♡Word Count: 875

♡Warnings: dumbification, manhandling, breath play, breast play, oral (f), fingering (f), restraints, degradation kink, massage edging,

♡Master List ~ Day Five: Hongjoong {Tentacle Sex} ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia}

You collapse onto your throne, utterly over with the day. Not only did that damn hero win again, despite all your vigorous planning, he gloated as you laid there, dazed from his final attack.

It was hard being a villainess. 

“Mistress,” your thugs approach you carefully. “What can we do?”

“I need to turn off my head,” You complain. “I feel a tension headache coming on.”

“Let me, Mistress.” Yeosang gently maneuvers you so that he can massage your temples. 

“These boots need to come off,” Jongho suggests next. His fingers go to the zipper on the back of the thigh high boots and slowly undo them, slipping off both boots. His strong hands rub your feet and you moan in relief. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” You say. 

Yeosang and Jongho exchange a long look. It’s been awhile, tonight just might be the night. 

“You know,” Yeosang purrs in a low tone, leaning down to speak directly into your ear. “There’s one surefire remedy to a frustrating night fighting the hero.”

You frown slightly. “That was one time, Yeosang. I said we’d never speak of it again.”

“But Mistress,” Jongho croons. “You said it was exactly what you needed.”

Your frown melts as Yeosang begins to massage your shoulders. Your brain melts slightly at the pleasure of the tension being released in your body. “I know what I said, Jongho. But you must remember who is the boss here.”

Jongho nods his head in agreement. “You’re the boss here, always, Mistress. But turning off your brain for a while is going to help you! You can’t be at full brain power all the time. How else will you plan your next attack?”

Yeosang moves next to unzip the front of your tight villainness suit. When your breasts spill from their confines, he massages those next. That, combined with the way Jongho starts to squeeze your thighs. Immediately, you spread your legs, letting out a soft moan at the overwhelming pleasure of it all. 

“See,” Yeosang points out. He moves your breasts around, squeezing and avoiding your nipples at the same time. “Already you feel better not having to think. Just let Jongho and I do all the thinking now.”

“I…” your eyes have become unfocused. You’re having a hard time forming a sentence even now. “This isn’t…”

“No one needs to know,” Jongho murmurs. He moves so that the zipper of your suit comes undone even further. The zipper actually goes all the way to the back, having been converted from a fetish suit. He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips. Humming reassuredly, his head dips down and he licks your clit quickly. “This is only for you.”

Yeosang gently tugs down your tight suit until the garment traps your arms against your body. Then, he slides behind you on your throne, so that his meaty thighs are on the other side of yours. He wraps his arms around your body and squeezes you. Your breath becomes restricted. With the lack of airflow, your brain slows down, along with your heartbeat. Intermittently, Yeosang releases and squeezes you. All your focus moves to being able to breathe. 

That, paired with Jongho slowly edging your cunt, has you whining eventually. 

Jongho’s dark eyes roll up to meet yours. “What’s wrong, Mistress? Can’t use your words already?”

You lick your lips, sure you could put forward a proper sentence. “I need--” You let out a lusty moan as Yeosang begins to play with your tits again. This time, his thumbs strum your nipples into tight buds. 

“Don’t--” It’s too late, Jongho’s decided to add his middle finger into your aching cunt. That was exactly what you had wanted. A pout clings to your lipstick-red lips. “How…?”

“I know your every want and need, Mistress,” Jongho smirks. “I know exactly what you need without hearing your words. Even if you could actually form them.”

Yeosang sucks on his thumb and starts to play with your clit, the other hand still squeezing your tit. “You want both of us, right?” His deep voice is sending you into a sense of security. “You want to be dumb with pleasure, right, Mistress?”

Your nod allows Yeosang to chuckle huskily. “Jongho’s right, can’t use your words already. That’s okay, you can be a little dumb for us, right?”

Yeosang’s thumb circles your clit over and over, not changing its pace. Jongho enters a second finger into your hole, but he’s not speedy inside of you either. Your entire world narrows down to their fingers playing with you. You cant your hips and whine again. “More!”

“But isn't this nice?” Yeosang bites gently down on your earlobe and sucks down on it, playfully tugging on the earring there. “In a perpetual state of pleasure, one that you don’t even have to tell us what to do?”

“Besides, Mistress, you look so much more beautiful when you’re dumb on our fingers,” Jongho adds helpfully.

You nod even though you’re not quite sure what you’re nodding to anymore. Will you come? Probably. Jongho and Yeosang might even change to a pace in which you’ll beg to stop coming. Either way, your brain is turned off and you’re happy exactly where you are: dumb and stuffed.

Master List ~ Day Five: Hongjoong {Tentacle Sex} ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia}

[k-pop-ology]

- oh damn they been plotting on MC 🫪

- oh man so quick to get into the headspace

- their hands must feel so good 🤤

- "his meaty thighs" FACK

- oh these two are so perfect

- NOOO I want moooreeeeee

- they are perfect for this kinda roles 🥰

- you think they would try a dvp.... FUCK ID DIE

-my brain turned off too.... LMAO

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26 ~ Dαყ Fιʋҽ {Tҽɳƚαƈʅҽ Sҽx}

♤For July’s Blooming Garland, Waterlily. theme chosen: aquatic themes

♤Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f)

♤Genre: smut

♤Au: fantasy, hybrid

♤Trope: friends to lovers

♤Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

♤Word Count: 1,775

♤Warnings: tentacle sex, jongjoong is an octopus hybrid so beware!, breast play, clit play, oral fixation, manhandling, breeding kink, marking, sex with no protection, slight aftercare

♤Master List ~ Day Four: Mingi & Wooyoung {Voyeurism} ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification}

“Hongjoong!” You call out for your best friend.

You may be landlocked as a human, but that didn’t stop you from making fast friends with the octopus hybrid. He’s curious by nature, which got you two into a few troubles growing up. But you hadn't seen him in a few days, and you were starting to worry.

“I made grilled fish! I promise the edges aren’t too burnt this time!” You cup your hands to your mouth to make your voice louder. When you don’t see a reddish hair bursting through the small waves in the setting sun, your shoulders fall. “Where are you?” You lament.

Still, you meander along the ocean’s edge, further down the shore, hoping that Hongjoong would pop up sooner rather than later. There’s a part of the shore where the land drops, creating a dark fissure into the ocean water. You sit at the edge of the rocks and dangle your legs. You pick up stray rocks and drop them one by one into the dark abyss.

“I miss you,” You speak your sadness into the air.

You're too focused on your worries, and the rocks that you don’t notice as a tentacle creeps out of the water. It gently taps your foot, and when it recognizes the rubber sole, it slowly wraps around your leg. You sigh heavily, and another tentacle wraps around your opposite leg. Your attention isn’t stolen until both tentacles yank your legs apart abruptly. You gasp in shock and then relax when you see the red-haired hybrid you had been searching after.

“Hongjoong!” You cry out his name. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where have you been?”

A slight pout clings to Hongjoong’s lips, his eyes looking dark in the setting sun’s rays. “I was hiding from you. Why didn’t you stay away?”

Your heart aches at his harsh words. “Why?”

Hongjoong barks out a harsh, bitter laugh. “Why? Why?!” His voice raises with hysteria. “Because it’s mating season!”

The air gets caught in your throat as his admission takes you by surprise. “But don’t you usually go further out to sea when this happens? Why didn’t you just tell me you were leaving! You don’t have to break my heart!” You push back.

Hongjoong’s mouth pushes into the side of his cheek in discontent. “I lost track of time. I was having too much fun with you this summer.”

A small, happy smile pulls at the corner of your lips. “I was having fun too.”

“And this is why I hid!” Hongjoong gets worked up again. “I get so confused.”

“What’s confusing, huh?!” You demand. “I said I had fun!”

Hongjoong slaps his hand to his chest. “You’re confusing my heart!”

“Well my heart isn’t confused!” You shout back.

Hongjoong blinks rapidly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You turn your head stubbornly. “Nothing.”

The tentacles around your legs tighten, pulling you closer until Hongjoong’s nose to nose with you now. “I’m not in a place to be patient with you. I told you it’s mating season. Do you know what male octopus does? We wait and hide and grab females to mate with them. What are we doing right now?”

You swallow dryly. “You grabbed me from the shadows.”

Another tentacle of Hongjoong’s comes out of the water, tenderly flicking along your cheek. “Exactly.”

“Does this mean you want to mate with me?” You whisper.

“Hongjoong makes a noise of frustration. “What do you think?!”

“Then do it,” You say.

Hongjoong freezes. “What did you just say?”

“Do it,” You repeat immediately.

Hongjoong shakes his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking!” His head is turned, but his eyes slid back towards you. “It’s not like humans.”

“So what?” You challenge him, lifting your chin stubbornly. “You’re my best friend. I feel comfortable with you. Didn’t you just touch me with your tentacles? Did I flinch?”

“No,” Hongjoong agrees, still hesitant. “What if you say this now but it gets weird?”

You cup the tentacle against your cheek, practically nuzzling into it. The slippery side slides along your skin, the suction cups gently attaching to your palm. “It’s not going to get weird,” you reassure him.

Hongjoong presses his lips to yours, a little cold from when he had been submerged in the ocean’s depths. Still, they’re gentle and curious as they press against yours. Squeezing the tentacle in your one hand, your other falls to the nape of his neck to encourage him. His tongue slides along the seam of your mouth, and you drop your jaw so he can explore your mouth.

During the distraction of the kiss, Hongjoong’s tentacles go full-send. Two slip under your t-shirt and wrap around your breasts, squeezing them. Two others work at undoing your pants, while the stronger ones hold your legs apart still. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. Hongjoong isn’t being sneaky. He is obviously still thinking you need to be distracted by his tentacles, but he is dead wrong.

You break the kiss to speak. “Hongjoong, I want all of your tentacles.” To prove your point, you bring the tentacle in your hand up to your mouth and place a kiss on it. “I want all of you.”

Hongjoong lets out a small sigh of contentment, a little silly smile on his face. He looks a little love-drunk if you are being honest, but you don’t want to point it out, just in case all of this is too much for your best friend. One step at a time is the best advice.

The two strong tentacles hold your body up so the more versatile ones can pull your pants down. Once they are down far enough, the stronger tentacles unwrap from your legs, and the others manage to take off your pants completely. The stronger ones then rip open your shirt, the buttons scattering to the rocks around you. That is when the nimble ones that had been squeezing your breasts begin to flick across your nipples.

You let out a loud moan at the stimulation, and it is off to the races. The tentacle that you had kissed plunge into your mouth and start to work in and out of your mouth. He tastes like salt, and you moan louder.

Hongjoong’s strong arms flex as palms down, he anchors himself to the land. As his two stronger tentacles wrap around your thighs, holding them apart, the two nimble ones that had undone your pants work together. Each swirl around in your wetness, one to move towards your clit to flick your nub and the other to plunge into your cunt.

Your mouth is stuffed, but you still manage to muffle Hongjoong’s name. There’s still one crucial tentacle that’s missing, and you know it.

“So eager for my mating tentacle, are you?” Hongjoong chuckles huskily. You nod, and he laughs, the belly laugh making your heart light with adoration. “Then I shouldn’t disappoint you, hmmm?”

The final tentacle is shorter than the rest. It is lighter at its tip and gets darker the closer to Hongjoong’s body. The tip is spade shaped, as if it is made to part your folds. Suction cups follow the underbelly, a sweet bronze that mimics his lovely sun-kissed skin. Hongjoong plays with his head with his hand, swallowing down a groan. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?”

You make a noise of affirmation, and that’s all that it takes. The smaller tentacles recede from your lower half and make room for the main event. The tip of Hongjoong’s mating tentacle slips inside of you. The further it moves inside, the further it splits you apart, getting wider the closer to the base of it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head with the pleasure of it all.

“Do you like it?” Hongjoong speaks out loud, a small part of hesitation in his voice.

Your hand wraps around the tentacle in your mouth, and he allows you to pull it out. “Hongjoong,” you can’t help but whine. “It feels so good.”

Hongjoong’s eyes manage to get even darker. An impish grin fills his features, and the remainder of his anxiety is banished. “Then I’ll give you all of me.”

The two tentacles playing with your tits begin to use their suction cups to pop on and off your nipples, causing the most loveliest sensation. Another small tentacle does the same with your clit. That, accompanied with the way that his mating tentacle is sliding in and out of you, the textured ridges of the underbelly twisting and rubbing against that spongey part of you, has you moaning Hongjoong’s name again.

“Fuck me,” You whine, as if Hongjoong isn’t doing exactly that. You elicit another husky chuckle from him so it makes it all worth it. “Harder!”

One of his stronger tentacles unwraps from your thighs. You moan at the suction-cup marks he leaves on your skin. It scooches behind your ass and lower back to pull you even closer to him. That’s when his hips truly begin to work their magic. He fucks you deeper, and harder, just like you asked for. It sends you over the edge beautifully.

Amidst your own climax, Hongjoong works towards his own. His cries begin to get breathy, and his rhythm is messy as he searches for his own. “You’re so fucking warm and wet. I bet you have the most perfect womb for my seed. I’m going to fill you up,” he rapid-fires.

Your cheeks heat up at the breeding mention as you come down but it’s quickly blanketed by the way Hongjoong hypnotizes you with his cum face. His nose scrunches and his drawnout ‘uh!’ makes your breath catch in your throat. You’ve never seen him like this; he was your best friend after all. But after this, you’ll never see him the same way again.

Hongjoong slightly collapses against your shoulder, sweaty forehead braced so that he can come down. You run a hand up and down his back, and he shivers with sensitivity. “It was okay?” Hongjoong checks in even though it’s clear he’s the one that needs the comfort.

“It was amazing, Hongjoong,” you say, kissing his neck and making him squeal, perhaps even more sensitive since he just had sex.

All of his tentacles wiggle a little in glee in their respective places, causing you to gasp and giggle. “Good,” Hongjoong sighs in relief again.

“And Hongjoong?” You say his name to keep his attention on you.

“Mmmm?” He hums, clearly content where he was, in your arms.

“I don’t think you need to leave for mating season ever again.”

Master List ~ Day Four: Mingi & Wooyoung {Voyeurism} ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification}

[k-pop-ology]

- OUUU octopus hybrid?!? I love

- red hair joong, one of my favs

- urgh... why he gotta be so cute 🫣 they both cuties URGH MY HEART

- he pounce from the darkness 😶‍🌫️

- I love how simply reassuring MC is ☺️

- spade?!? with SUCTION!!!!?!? I NEED IT.... I wanna know what that feels like 🫠

- GOT I WANT IT SO BAD fasaaaaaaaack

- so much stimulation 🤤

- oh man this might be one of my favs so far... 🙂‍↕️

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26 ~ Dαყ Fσυɾ {Vσყҽυɾιʂɱ}

♧Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f) x Jung Wooyoung

♧Genre: smut

♧Au: dungeon crawling, fantasy, medieval

♧Trope: coworkers to lovers

♧Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

♧Word Count: 1,657

♧Warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (m), sex with magical protection

♧Master List ~ Day Three: Jongho {Temperature Play} ~ Day Five: Hongjoong {Tentacle Sex}

Have you ever heard of curiosity killing the cat? Wooyoung was familiar with it. Or, rather, several choices had previously led him down the path where he was down at least three lives. But he still had six left, right?

Tonight, however, he was only going to have five left.

His rogue abilities aided him in strolling through the dark halls of the dungeon where you were currently camping. He had the unfortunate dice roll of taking the first watch. That was fine. He was still pumped on adrenaline from the several levels you had delved into the dungeon to go to sleep immediately anyway. There were only so many times he could circle the camp he had made with Mingi and you; he could only study the reliefs of the old architecture before the lure of some cooking food drew him towards the fire where you and Mingi had gathered.

“We only have to push through these many levels and then we can get to the monster that’s been terrorizing this area,” Mingi points out with his fingers with the map he had constructed with his magic.

You crack your knuckles enthusiastically. “I can’t wait. That fucker has it coming to them. The villages around here are filled with soft creatures who just want to make good food and share their happiness.”

Mingi chuckles lowly, knocking his shoulder against yours, his magical map disappearing. “You know, for a barbarian, you’re such a softie.”

You sent Mingi a level look. “I fight so others don’t have to.” Mingi returns a look to you like he knows better. You break into a grin. “Well, that, and I’ve got a natural blood lust. Both can be true.”

Wooyoung scans his surroundings. There’s a natural arc high up on the same side as where you and Mingi had made your fire in the dungeon. He scales the wall easily and then settles into the side of said arc. He’s got a perfect view of the surrounding area and you and Mingi. With a sharp tug of his hood, enacting his powers to cover himself in shadows as a precaution, he continues to spy on his party.

Mingi shakes his head, sharing a grin with you. “I think you just have lust. How much money did you spend before we left on this quest on dick alone?”

You fold your arms behind your head, your previous grin getting wider, and your eyes vacant as you recall the threesome you had ordered before you had accepted this quest. “I always make sure I’m full of cock before I go on a four star quest. You never know when your last night on Halazia might be.”

Mingi appears thoughtful. “You’re not wrong. I made sure to put in extra time to study some scrolls and acquire some useful spells before we went.”

Your eyes slant towards Mingi and Wooyoung feels his cock stir in his loose pants, and a little bit of jealousy, if he’s being honest. Wooyoung had spent most of the time showing off for you and flirting with you, but it was Mingi that was getting your full attention right now. Maybe it was unfortunate he was the one who had to take the first watch. Would you be about to hit on him instead of Mingi right now?

“Kind of similar to tonight, if you think about it,” you say. “We don’t know if this monster might kill us or not.”

“No, I’ve got the perfect spell, I’m telling you. I’ve studied all the reports of this monster. There’s a strategy we can put in effect and--”

“Mingi, you’re beautiful and smart and very powerful, but sometimes you can be very stupid,” you interrupt him.

Mingi looks a little offended. “What kind of back-handed compliment is that?”

Your eyes scan around the area, and Wooyoung freezes in his spot, even though he’s certain you can’t see him. Your eyes pass right over him, and then zero in on Mingi. “Let me spell it out for you, Spellcaster. I’m trying to fuck you right now.”

Your warrior-bluntness slaps Mingi in the face. He visibly moves backward from it. Wooyoung runs a hand over his face and has to swallow a moan. If only Wooyoung could trade places! He’d already have his cock inside of you right now.

“Oh,” is all the Mingi can offer.

You peer curiously at the magic-user. “Oh? Does that mean no?”

Mingi’s head whips around his shoulder. It’s as if he can sense Wooyoung if he doesn't see him. “Wooyoung is around here somewhere. Wouldn’t that be impractical?"

Your smirk makes Wooyoung even harder. “What’s a free show for a rogue? I’m sure it wouldn’t be his first time.” And you were right. Wooyoung’s heart does a tiny skip. So you did notice him.

Mingi bites down on his lower lip in thought. “I don’t suppose it would hurt. My stamina is back to full now.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

The first thing you do is unbuckle your breast plate. Wooyoung’s mouth starts to water, seeing your simple breast band barely holding back your luscious tits. Wooyoung wishes you were one of those showy barbarians that wore barely-there armor. Maybe he could goad you into it for the next mission. After all, weren’t you good enough to not need armor anyway?

Mingi moans quietly as your breasts jiggle from the motion. His hands inch towards them to squeeze them when you slap his hand. “Cast us an infertility spell first, Mingi, the gods bless us. No one needs the story that they were conceived in a dungeon.”

Mingi sends you a dopey smile and then mutters in a deep, guttural tongue that honestly has Wooyoung reaching for the waistband of his bands and lifting his ass up so he can tug them down. Mingi’s hair flutters, and his clothes appear as if they're being tugged by an invisible wind. Then it stops just like that. “Done,” Mingi confirms.

With a firm hand against Mingi’s chest, you push him to the ground. “I’ll repay the favor then. Spells cost a lot, don’t they, Mingi?”

“Oh no, that was only a fraction of my--” Mingi realizes your flirting with him when your hand goes to his cock to rub him through his robes. “--oh, yes, quite a lot, actually. What did you have in mind?"

“Ride you until you fill me up, I suppose. What else do I have to offer other than my body?” You purr.

Wooyoung wraps a hand around his aching cock, spits onto it and then begins to rub one out just as you sheath Mingi inside of you after removing your pants and pushing Mingi’s robe up. The slow winding of your hips speaks volumes on Mingi’s cock. Either you were looking to enjoy every moment of him inside of you or you were working hard on getting him inside of you. Whatever the case may be, you brought Mingi’s hands to cup both of your breasts and Wooyoung squeezed the base of his cock in response.

“Oh, gods,” Mingi groans. “You feel so damn good.”

Wooyoung normally would close his eyes and pretend that his hand was you clenching around him, but he finds the visuals you’re providing are much better than anything he can conjure up. Your tits start to bounce as you take Mingi deeper inside of you.

“Yeah?” You say with the strain of doing all the work. “I’m always going to have a tight little cunt despite the fucking around I do. I even train my pussy muscles.”

Wooyoung is going to die. His other hand becomes a fist at his thigh. Why were you doing all the work?! If Wooyoung was down there, his hips would be moving upwards to meet your ass. He knows he could fuck you good! Mingi must have bespelled the dice so that he could get the opportunity to fuck you.

“What are you--?” Mingi’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “That feels amazing.”

“I told you,” You smirk. “Even the pussy muscles are trained.”

It’s not long before you climax, biting down on your lips to keep your loud groan in. Mingi’s hands encompass your hips as he sinks deep into you, unable to resist your pussy walls. And Wooyoung? He comes all over his fist, his own throaty groan the only noise in the camp.

Your head whips around to exactly where Wooyoung isn’t appearing. “I knew it, you little shit.”

Mingi frowns heavily. “Wooyoung, you are supposed to be watching out for danger, not us!”

Wooyoung, after licking his cum off his hands and pulling up his trousers, takes down his hood and comes into view. He nimbly climbs down and shrugs his shoulders as he lands. “I was still keeping watch. Nobody is in danger. Why not have a free show?”

“Might as well get some food then,” you offer. You lift yourself off of Mingi, and the two of you busy yourselves with cleaning up.

Wooyoung sits across from you by the fire. “It was a good show.”

You meet Wooyoung’s eyes as you serve up the stew in the pot. “Was it, Rogue?”

“Made me come, didn’t it?” Wooyoung counters, deftly taking the bowl from your reach.

“If I had known you really were watching, I would have put in a bit more effort,” you respond, serving up Mingi next.

“Hey!” Mingi protests, his eyebrows furrowing. “Does that mean I didn’t get your best?”

You move the bowl out of the way before Mingi can take it. You grip his jaw harshly with your other hand. “I always fuck at the best of my abilities. The same as I fight.”

Wooyoung whimpers, spoon in his mouth already, and you chuckle. “Is someone feeling left out?”

Wooyoung swallows what was in his mouth and nods enthusiastically. “This time, Mingi should watch.”

♧Master List ~ Day Three: Jongho {Temperature Play} ~ Day Five: Hongjoong {Tentacle Sex}

[k-pop-ology]

- 🫪 ordered threeso- hmmmm I wish

- aww clueless mingles

- “Mingi, you’re beautiful and smart and very powerful, but sometimes you can be very stupid,” you interrupt him. FAVORITE LINE LMAO

- I feel like wooyoung so much when reading... like I'm supposed to be pov but like I get frustrated that it's not actually me... like I need some dih rn 😤😂

- mingi SHES FLIRTING 😤

- I'm gunna die woo

[minchns]

YUNHO ✦ BST HYDE PARK

[k-pop-ology]

I need this burned into my eyelids

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26~ Dαყ Tԋɾҽҽ {Tҽɱρҽɾαƚυɾҽ Pʅαყ}

◇Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f)

◇Genre: smut

◇Au: non idol

◇Trope: established relationship

◇Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

◇Word Count: 1,324

◇Warnings: temperature play, nipple play, sex with no protection, dom! Jongho, sub! Reader, sir/brat role play

◇Master List ~ Day Two: Yunho and Seonghwa {Verbal Instruction} ~ Day Four: Mingi and Wooyoung {Voyeurism}

“Fuck, it’s hot,” Jongho complains, leaning out of the balcony of your shared apartment. Not that the fresh air was doing anything to relieve the humidity of the day.

Biting your lip down in anticipation, you creep up on your boyfriend. You’ve got a cup of ice cubes that you planned on sucking on to keep cool, but now you have another idea. You fish an ice cube out of the cup, and just as you approach Jongho’s broad back, you run an ice cup along the back of his neck.

“What the hell!” Jongho shouts, scrunching up his shoulders in defense immediately. When he turns around and sees the ice cube in your fingers and scowls at you. “Really?”

“You said it was hot,” You tease him.

The gears in Jongho’s head turn for a moment, but you know you’re in trouble as soon as he comes to a conclusion. With a squeal, you turn to run back into your apartment. Not that it does you any good. Jongho’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet. You giggle with adrenaline, which causes him to laugh in harmony with you.

“You little devil,” Jongho curses half-heartedly under his breath, but still smacking a loud kiss on the crown of your head.

“You know,” You say as you turn around in his embrace. “We could use these ice cubes for some more fun.”

“You’re not putting another ice cube on me,” Jongho deadpans.

“Oh, come on, Jongho!” You pursue your new, bright idea. “Your skin is so sensitive, it’ll be fun!”

Jongho closes his eyes and shivers. “No,” he says firmly.

“Fine,” you say clippedly. You flounce towards the couch with determination. “If you won’t have fun with me, then I guess I’ll just have to have some fun with myself.”

“With yourself?!” Jongho demands.

You feel his heavy gaze on you as you fish another ice cube from your cup and run it along your neck and collarbone. You moan at the feeling of the cool touch. Honestly, with the way your apartment is heated up, it was a good relief. But that wasn’t the fun you were talking about.

Next, you run the ice cube down your cleavage and along your teeny tiny tank top. You don’t have a bra on, so your nipple puckers immediately to the cold, dripping ice cube. It makes a wet spot on one nipple and so you bring it to the next one.

It’s not long before Jongho’s stealing the cup of ice cubes from you. His eyes are blown as he kneels in front of you. “For the record,” he grumbles as he grabs two ice cubes. “If you had offered to let me play with ice cubes on your tits, I would have said yes.”

You push your chest out so that Jongho can run the ice cubes along the swell of your breasts and upper chest. Your skin is pebbled with goosebumps by now, but your lower half couldn't be hotter. Especially when Jongho pulls your tits over the neckline of your tank top, holds an ice cube between his lips, and moves to run the ice cube over your perked nipples. It’s not long before your fingers dig into the silkiness of his hair, encouraging him to ditch the ice cube and suck on your nipples. The shock of his hot mouth after the iciness of the cubes causes you to gasp and then moan.

“Fine!” Jongho says suddenly. He flops onto the couch beside you but refuses to make eye contact with you. “You can use it on me. Just a little bit, though.” He bites down on his lip. “Be gentle with me.”

With a completely satisfied smile, you pop an ice cube into your mouth and then press your lips against your boyfriends. The two of you exchange the ice cube until it melts completely between your mouths. Next, you push up his baggy t-shirt and trace his pecs and sternum and stomach with the ice cube until it’s gone, and now you’re in between his legs.

A devilish grin pulls at your lips, and Jongho shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not. You are not allowed to put anything cold there.”

You pout. “Jongho!”

“Nope.” Jongho’s hands go beneath your arms, and he lifts you up onto his lap. Your legs spread to straddle his lap, and your hands brace yourself against his shoulder.

“I would have let you try it on me first,” You say.

“Even so,” Jongho shudders at his thoughts. “Not happening.”

You sigh in disappointment. Still, you grab an ice cube and run it along Jongho’s sensitive neck. He cranes it, at least, to allow you to play with him. “Can we fuck with them?” You try again.

Jongho’s lips twist into a frown. “You are in a mood tonight.”

“Please!” You cry out. “I really want you to fuck me while you play an ice cube around my nipples.”

“Oh.” Jongho gets a dopey smile on his face. The kind where his eyes scrunch up and his teeth show. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

You slap Jongho’s chest, and he giggles. “You’re in a mood too, Mister Choi.”

“I prefer, Sir,” Jongho says in a slightly lower octave, eyes becoming hooded.

“Can you please fuck me, Sir,” You correct yourself.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Jongho says.

You get exactly what you want. You’re sitting against the couch now, panties lazily pushed to the side, as Jongho fucks you good. His forearm and bicep bulge nicely as he braces himself against the back of the couch. His eyes are glued to where his cock continues to disappear inside your wet cunt.

“Jongho!” You whine at the lack of ice cubes.

“Oh, they’re almost melted anyways, you big baby,” Jongho teases.

Nonetheless, your boyfriend reaches for the cup and finds the leftovers. His fingers push the little nub of ice cup along your breast, circling your nipple only a few times before it’s simply wetness he’s smearing.

You push your chest out invitingly. “More!”

“How did I end up doing all the work,” Jongho grumbles, looking for more ice cubes at the bottom of the cup.

“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me touch an ice cube to your dick!” You remind him.

“Sir,” Jongho enunciates. “You’re getting a little too bratty for my liking.”

“You wouldn’t let me torture your cockhead with an ice cube. Sir.”

Jongho grips the cup and dumps whatever is left in it over your torso. You squeal at the splash of water. “The couch!” You can’t help but laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation.

Jongho chucks the cup to the floor and firmly grips your hips. “Fuck the couch, I want to hear you scream my name, you brat."

You wrap your legs around Jongho’s waist, digging your heels into his ass, and cheekily say, “Yes, Sir.”

It doesn’t take much for Jongho’s fat cock to bring you to climax when he puts his mind to it. The man knows how to move his hips and have you coming undone around his cock. You moan his name loudly and he rewards you with a kiss. He moans into your mouth as your walls push him towards his climax and he unloads into you.

“Guess we still ended up sweaty,” You giggle.

Jongho groans at the inevitability of the moment. You yelp in surprise as he lifts you up with determination. “We’re taking a cold shower.”

“So you did like the temperature play,” You say.

Jongho squeezes you so that you squeal, the air rushing out of your lungs with his strength. “I’ll show you temperature play,” he growls playfully.

“Really?” You say in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to try hot wax!”

Jongho’s shoulders shake with amusement but he rolls his eyes. “You’ll be the end of me, I swear.”

Master List ~ Day Two: Yunho and Seonghwa {Verbal Instruction} ~ Day Four: Mingi and Wooyoung {Voyeurism}

[k-pop-ology]

- domestic life with Jongho! *sigh* how lovely

- this is so relatable with how hot it is rn 🫠

- oh this tit fucker 😂 also same jongho, I love boobs

- jongho being a little bratty 😏

- NOOO jongho let us put ice on your dih

- I love his dopey smile 🫪

- and how strong... 🫣

- the casual chatting is so freaking cute, even if both are being brats 🥰

- a bear hug 🙂‍↕️

- wax? 😶‍🌫️ hmm I need that too

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26 ~ ᗪαყ TᗯO {VҽɾႦαʅ Iɳʂƚɾυƈƚισɳ}

♡Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) x Jeong Yunho

♡Genre: smut

♡Au: fantasy, pirate, magical, historical

♡Trope: strangers to lovers, co-workers to lovers

♡Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

♡Word Count: 2,625

♡Warnings: verbal instruction, slight fear kink, dubcon, oral (m), dirty talk, dom! Yunho, sub! Reader, switch! Seonghwa, slight mxm, orgasm denial, finger sucking, sex with no protection, voyeurism, creampie, drooling cum

Master List ~ Day One: Yeosang {Knotting} ~ Day Three: Jongho {Temperature Play}

Seonghwa drops a jewelry box full of coins and jewels, and you send him a glare that would have had anyone else wincing in fear, but for Seonghwa, it simply shot straight to his dick. He turns towards the dropped jewelry box, fixing himself in his pants before crouching on the balls of his feet to pick up everything that had spilled to the floor.

You run an admiring finger along a pair of sapphire-embedded twin daggers. This cave was a treasure trove. Your ship had been attacked and sunk. You and Seonghwa had been the only survivors upon this isolated island. Discovering the cave had been an accident as well. You had been hunting a wild pig before you fell through the corroded earth. The cave previously had only been approachable by the sea.

“What if they come back?” Seonghwa asks suddenly.

“Then we kill them and steal their ship,” You dismiss Seonghwa’s worries immediately.

The cave was not only well hidden from the sea, it had a series of bobby traps and mechanisms to make this a pirate stronghold. There were also plenty of supplies to keep you and Seonghwa well fed until said someone did come back. You had a plan. Everything would work out. For what other reason would you have ended up here?

“Is that the plan?”

That wasn’t Seonghwa’s voice. You pick up the daggers you had been admiring and throw them consecutively towards the new voice. Two loud shots are heard, one for each gun in the newcomers' hands. He deflicts each dagger with the bullets and lowers the smoking muskets. The fancy, feathered hat tilts in curiousity. “Have we met before?”

“Seonghwa!” You hiss. “Do something!”

Your partner in crime and last remaining crew member looks around wildly for something to help you with. Seonghwa grabs a goblet and chucks it at the man, and it clonks comedically off the man’s chest.

You sigh heavily in defeat. You raise your hand when the man drops his pistols and unsheathes his cutlass. “I’m assuming you’re the owner of this fine place?”

A confident smile tugs at his lips. “So you’re the brains, I see.”

Your eyes shoot over to Seonghwa, the supposed brawns, who was slowly creeping up towards the man. “He’s got a sword, Seonghwa. What are you going to do?"

Seonghwa’s eyes are solidly locked on the man. “It’s two against one.”

“Aye,” the man chuckles. “You’re missing one important detail, however.”

“And what’s that?” Seonghwa sneers.

“Magic.”

Your eyes widen in surprise when Yunho points his sword at you, and something that appears like a mix between blue mist and black smoke travels through the air until it hits you square in the forehead. “I believe your most absolute desire right now is to wrap your body around your partner.”

The reaction to his words is almost instant. Your eyes become hooded and you stalk towards Seonghwa. His eyes can’t seem to decide whether he wants to keep an eye on the man with the magical sword or you. “What are you doing?” Seonghwa asks.

“I need to feel your lean body against mine, Seonghwa. What does it look like?” You purr. Your arms wind behind Seonghwa’s neck, and you press your body against his. “Is that amenable to you?”

“I…” Seonghwa’s eyes are still shaky, an evident state of panic. “But you…”

“Why look a gifted horse in the mouth, friend?” The man behind you wonders. “Kiss her.”

Seonghwa’s lips slant against yours. He kisses you like he’s got all the time in the world to enjoy a smooch. They’re soft and pliant, and you can’t help but moan into them.

“There. That’s much better.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see the man pace around you, sheathing his sword. “I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Jeong Yunho. You may know me as the Scourge of the Auroran Sea. Captain of the Horizon.”

You gasp into Seonghwa’s kiss, which only allows your partner to slip his tongue into your mouth and entangle your own in a dance. Seonghwa holds your head in place between his hands. Between the two of you, intertwined body and mouths, Yunho has the floor to speak as he wishes.

“You’ve discovered my secret stash, it seems. You must have survived from the sinking of your ship. When I heard the Ghost was no more, and the rumors of its whereabouts when it had encountered the Inception, I knew I had to double check. Lucky for me, my instincts have saved me more times than I can count.”

The infamous pirate continues to circle you and Seonghwa. You can’t seem to let go of Seonghwa, and he can’t seem to stop kissing you, even though you can see Seonghwa’s eyes following Yunho’s path around the two of you.

“Now, you might be asking yourselves how the hell do I have a magical sword? Well, that’s a long story that you two certainly have time to hear, but it’s been a long voyage from my last location to here, and I’m feeling like relieving myself with you two.”

You can see Seonghwa’s eyes swirl with the same colors as the mist/smoke mixture as Yunho murmurs about the kissing coming to a halt. You’re breathing heavily, puffs of air hitting Seonghwa’s now-moist lips. Seonghwa’s forehead presses against yours, seemingly unable to move far from you.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Seonghwa whispers.

“Aye,” You growl. “Do you know how long I’ve known that you eye fuck me when you think I’m not looking?”

“Now now, you two,” Yunho scolds. “You were so adorable kissing each other. Why the fight?”

Your own orders have not been rescinded, so you are stuck with keeping your body up against Seonghwa’s. “Seonghwa’s the reason why we’re here in the first place! If he hadn't fallen asleep at the wheel, we wouldn’t have crashed into the Inception, and they wouldn’t have taken that as an all-out attack!”

“Why must you always try to take me down a peg every time you open your mouth?” Seonghwa shoots back.

Yunho taps his lips with his gloved index finger for a moment. “Hmmm, how can we fix this, I wonder?”

“You wouldn’t have much to say if your mouth was filled with my cock,” Seonghwa grumbles under his breath.

“I doubt it’s a mouthful,” you scoff.

“Ouch,” Yunho winces. “She really doesn’t like you, friend. Let’s fix that, yeah?”

Yunho’s sword comes back out, and before you can protest, he’s using its magic to bring you to your knees. Literally. You’re staring up at Seonghwa. You can see his length is pressed up against his pants.

“This is the only way this would ever happen, I hope you understand this,” you spit. “I would never willingly take you into my body. Ever. Over my dead body.”

“Untrue.” Yunho argues. “The magic in my sword simply releases inhibitions. You want Seonghwa enough to want to do this.”

A slow, crooked smile pulls at Seonghwa’s lips. You hate it. “Is that so, friend?”

“Why are you two so fucking chummy?” You demand.

Yunho drapes himself along Seonghwa’s back. The infamous pirate is just tall enough to do so with your lean crewmate. “We’re brothers in arms, he and I. I’m helping out a fellow man getting exactly what he wants.”

“And what do you get out of this?” You ask further.

Yunho’s eyes darken. “I get off.” Yunho’s lips brush against the shell of Seonghwa’s ears. “It’s time to fill that dirty mouth with something, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa shivers, whether from what Yunho said or how he said it, you’ll never truly know. Regardless, he doesn’t need the magic to encourage him to undo his belt. His pants fall to his thighs and his cock quivers at attention.

Yunho whistles. “Now that’s going to be a challenge, love.”

All moisture has left your mouth. “Wait a minute, Seonghwa. Think about this. Why are you taking his side when you should be on mine?”

Seonghwa grips his cock at the base, squeezing once before pushing it downwards, towards your mouth. “I’m on my own side.”

Yunho wraps his hand around the sheath of his sword and pops it up slightly with his thumb. “Time for you to suck Seonghwa off like his cock is the Fountain of Youth and immortality is just a swallow away, love.”

Seonghwa’s cockhead barely touches your lips before you’re descending down his length. Seonghwa moans loudly, his head falling back on Yunho’s shoulder. You bob up and down Seonghwa. The urge to make him come so that you can drink him down is all-consuming. Surely if you drank enough, you’d live forever, right?

Yunho releases Seonghwa and moves around you two once again. It’s like he’s a sculptor admiring the statue he’s carved up. “What else are we missing, hmmm? There are too many clothes, I think.” The sword drops back into his sheath and then is propped up once again. “Time to remove your top, love. Let’s see those sweet tits you’re hiding under the blouse and vest.”

Your fingers deftly undo the buttons to your vest and pull at the ties of your shirt to loosen it up. You’ve stopped moving up and down on Seonghwa’s length but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your mouth. His cockhead hits the soft inside of your cheek and he is almost feral for the feeling. You push your top off your shoulders and your shirt sinks down to your waist.

“Nothing prettier than a woman on her knees, taking you in her mouth, while her breasts sway in rhythm, right friend?”

“She feels so…good,” Seonghwa groans.

“Fuck that mouth,” Yunho purrs, his eyes watching as Seonghwa’s length continues to disappear into your lips. “That’s it.” The pirate sweeps off his hat and begins to remove his embroidered jacket. “You’re both getting me riled up. Exactly what I want.”

“I’m gonna--!” Seonghwa shoves harsher into your mouth, but suddenly Yunho’s sword whips out.

“Ah ah ah! You can’t come until I tell you that you can.”

Seonghwa pants, his eyes rolling wildly. “Oh, sweet seven seas, this is torture. It feels like I’m going to come, but I’m unable to!”

Yunho chuckles. “I can’t have you having a party before I can join.” Next, Yunho points his sword at you. “Lay on that beautiful chaise lounge over there, love. On your back, mind you. And take the rest of your clothes off as well. You’re much too overdressed for what I want right now.”

Your body has a mind of its own as it does exactly as Yunho commands. Despite your frustrated groan, you arrive at the chaise lounge on top of a pile of coins, and you lean against it to take off your pants, shedding the shirt as well. You were as naked as the day you were born as you laid out on the soft velvet of the furniture.

Yunho cast a companionable arm around Seonghwa’s shoulder. “Now there’s a treasure, friend. Shall we plunder it?”

Seonghwa’s head turns to see the hand on his shoulder, and then he turns the other way to meet Yunho’s eyes. “Can I have her mouth again?”

Yunho casts his head back in a belly laugh. “Aye, and you can come as well. But not until I do. Not that you can fight it regardless, but I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the best part, would I?”

Seonghwa nods resolutely. He stumbles on a few coins on his way to you on the chaise lounge, but he makes his way regardless. “It never had to be this way,” he whispers. “We could have kept each other warm during the nights on the Ghost, if only you had let your pride get out of the way.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way right now, if only you’d let your own ego go,” you counter.

Seonghwa shakes his head, leaning over you, already angling his cock for your mouth. “You wanted this whether the magic helps you or not, he said. You’re the fool, despite naming me one.”

Yunho kneels between your legs, lowering his pants and muttering to himself. His sword is still at his hip, ready for the next order. A long finger swipes through your slit, finding you wet. “And here I was thinking I’d have to give you another command.”

You make a noise of protest, for that’s all you can manage with your mouth full of Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa’s hips pump but his eyes are on the finger that is covered in your wetness.

“Ah, what the nine hells, you should have the first taste, friend.” Yunho pushes his finger past Seonghwa’s plump lips and Seonghwa moans.

Your noises of protest quickly evolve into one of pleasure because Yunho slips into your wetness without resistance. “I would have thought that you were holding back because you were a virgin, but as it turns out, you’re a well-used pirate,” Yunho muses out loud.

Seonghwa pops off Yunho’s finger and makes a face of discontent. “She’ll fuck the prettiest man-whores at the brotherl but she won’t take comfort in any of her crewmates.”

“Not any more,” Yunho says confidently. “I’ll take you two onto my crew. How does that sound, friend? A new ship, a generous captain, and the hole you’ve been lusting over.”

Seonghwa’s palm slaps against Yunho’s in a quick promise. “Deal.”

You’ve got no thoughts in your head except for the two cocks that are fucking you. You want to hold onto your rage, your pride, but it slowly is overcome with the pleasure you’re feeling. Yunho’s got your legs bent up against your chest, as he fucks into your cunt. Seonghwa’s hands are on the back of your head, holding you in place so he can fuck himself into your mouth. With the new angle, your voice begins a high crescendo.

“Coming already? Am I hitting that good spot inside of you, love?” Yunho teases. Seonghwa’s own voice becomes a higher octave as well, and Yunho smirks. “You too? Well, who am I to deny my two new crewmates a good time?”

Yunho braces forward, a necklace of a metal feather swinging in front of your face. He works himself in and out of you, determined to come first. It doesn’t take long, with your cunt clenching around him. Yunho lets out a long, drawn out groan as he fills you. His hand finds the hilt of his sword, snapping it out of its sheath and commands you and Seonghwa to come. You cry out together, as if in harmony, finding your pleasure because of both of Yunho’s swords.

The cave is full of the three of you coming down from all the pleasure to be plundered in the cave full of treasure. Yunho pulls out of your sopping hole to admire his handiwork drip out of you while Seonghwa’s seed leaves your mouth unbiddingly as you catch your breath.

“There, was that so hard?” Yunho prompts.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and whistle in annoyance. You suddenly find the two daggers that you had been admiring and thrown at Yunho, magically appearing in your hands.

Seonghwa’s eyes widen and he slowly backs away. “That’s not good.”

Yunho cocks his head. “Didn’t see that coming. Now, love, be good and never use those on the two cocks that just gave you a climax.”

“Only one did,” You correct Yunho. Your eyes narrow down at Seonghwa in anger and his cock twitches in response.

Yunho’s belly laugh is back. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun.”

Master List ~ Day One: Yeosang {Knotting} ~ Day Three: Jongho {Temperature Play}

[k-pop-ology]

- oh hwa hard at being degraded? yes please!

- damn, throwing this daggers were hot

- DAMN SHOOTING THEM AWAY WAS HOT

- hwa.... baby

- omg I forgot to read who was in this and was like YUNHO?! i was too eager to read today LMAO

- yarrr, a wizard Harry 🏴‍☠️🧙🏼‍♂️

- damn hwa, he didn't hit you with the magic ... I don't think... you being greeedyy with her mouth if not

- yunHOOOOOOO so HOT as a voyeur

- hwa not being subtle ever 🥵

- anger so yummy

- 🎶 release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin 🧑🏼‍🩰

- "Yunho whistles. “Now that’s going to be a challenge, love.”" FAVORITE LINE RIGHT HERE

- hot

- oh hwa 🫪 he probably didn't even use that much magic to convince you. asking Yun like you're mates

- did they just dap on it 🤣

- fuck I need to be bent in half

- omg the daggers 😂

[sanjoongie]

JJJ26 ~ Dαყ Oɳҽ {Kɳσƚƚιɳɠ}

♤Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f)

♤Genre: smut

♤Au: werewolf

♤Trope: lust at first sight

♤Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

♤Word Count: 1,729

♤Warnings: dirty talk, knotting, oral (m), cock worship, premature ejaculation

♤Master List ~ Day Two: Seonghwa & Yunho {Verbal Instruction}

You know you’re in trouble the minute you spot Kang Yeosang across the backyard BBQ. There’s a perma-slight-smile on his face and his jawline is cutting into your psyche.

It hits you, first in the face, your mind reeling at how gorgeous he is. Then, your heart skips a beat when his eyes slowly turn towards you and he quirks an eyebrow at you in question. Lastly, your thighs squeeze together and you swear wetness splurts out of your cunt in an eagerness that you should not be oozing at a backyard BBQ.

Using his pinky to push a strand of hair out of his face, Yeosang raises the can of beer he’s been nursing and takes a long sip. His Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow and you’re pretty sure you’ve just become a puddle on the freshly-cut lawn.

Anticipation seizes your throat as you take a step towards Yeosang. You know him, or rather, you know of him. You’ve probably exchanged polite words here or there, you are a part of the same pack after all, but you’ve never actually possessed the courage to speak to him directly. He always seemed like he was cut from a different cloth than you.

It’s that intriguing, mysterious, never-leaves-his-face tiny smile that has one foot in front of the other, moving you closer to the other wolf. Your wolf might as well be sniffing the ground, curious as to what this wolf had to offer.

He will make beautiful cubs, your inner wolf decides to interject. Like you hadn't considered that.

It takes a pack to raise cubs, and the fathers don’t stick around usually, so you had to pick a partner that would provide you with the good genes and not necessarily focus on if he’d be a good mate or not. Were you looking to get pregnant? Absolutely not. Did your instincts scream at you for Yeosang to plug you up this very moment? Fuck yes.

“Enjoying yourself?” Yeosang wonders when you at last come within conversation distance.

You shrug your shoulders. “It’s a mandatory pack gathering.”

Yeosang nods. “One of the solitary wolves then, hmm?”

You cock your head in consideration. “I prefer my inner pack small, more like it.”

“Touche,” Yeosang raises his beer and drains it. “Should I grab you something?” he offers.

What’s the play? Was Yeosang trying to politely remove himself and this was your chance to let him go? Or was he looking to play the potential wolf partner and provide?

Yeosang frowns slightly when you don’t answer. “Or are you the ‘play hard to get’ type? I can provide, you know. I may not work the hard jobs like some of the other pack members do but my income is on the higher scale.”

You can’t help but laugh quietly at Yeosang’s mental leap. Maybe he wasn’t that much different from you. “I’d like a drink, please.”

A moment of excitement passes over his face before he schools his features and nods sagely. “I’ll be right back.”

The two of you spend the next few hours laughing and talking over drinks and burgers once the pack’s alpha dishes them up. Your natural attraction to Yeosang blooms into something akin to affection as you understand how warm Yeosang is compared to his somewhat aloof appearance.

There is one instinct you’ve been fighting, however, and it gets the better of you. Your hand reaches up and plays with the ponytail Yeosang is sporting. His eyes widen in surprise. “Do you like it?”

Your mind hyperfocuses on the silk running between your fingers. “I love it.”

Yeosang scans the backyard. “Do you want to--?”

“We’ll crash a car if we try to make it anywhere else,” You interrupt him. “We need to find a room here.”

Yeosang chuckles, somewhat in anxiety. “In the alpha’s house?”

Your eyes meet his. “Yes.”

Yeosang concedes to your clear direction. “After you, then.”

After a quick sniff, you discover one room lacking any scents embedded within and decide that’ll do. Your arms wrap behind Yeosang’s neck, fingers finding his hair once again.

“Have you felt anything like this before?” You ask in a moment of vulnerability.

“Like my wolf is howling at me for not taking you in the backyard?” Yeosang laughs at himself. “No, not really.”

Your fingertips tease the nape of Yeosang’s neck. “Imagine that,” you can’t help but think. “Would you have bent me over the picnic table? Growled at any others that take a step towards us? Would you have ripped my shirt to watch my tits swing? Do you want the others to want to be you or do you want to shield me from their vision?”

Yeosang’s eyes unfocus. “I want them to watch. I want them to want but can’t touch.”

Your body presses further into Yeosang’s. He’s hard, everywhere. His chest is sculpted, his stomach is taunt, and his cock is like a searing instrument against you. “Would you fuck me harder?”

A low, warning snarl leaves Yeosang’s lips. “I’m going to do it right now. I want them to hear us.”

Lips come crashing together in a rush that was almost akin to a fight. Neither is searching for dominance, you simply want to crawl into Yeosang and feel him everywhere. His tongue skims the roof of your mouth, before licking the corner of your lips and then he’s pulling your lower lip gently.

You whine and Yeosang breaks the kiss. He’s already panting for air. It’s a pleasure to watch his shoulders shake. “My knot… it’s slow.”

Your eyes almost disappear into the back of your head forever at his words. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Hurt flashes briefly through Yeosang’s eyes before it’s gone as quickly as it appears. “It’s been a problem before.”

You shake your head. “Those bitches. They wouldn’t know a good partner if it bit them in the ass.” To prove your commitment to this moment, you cup Yeosang through his jeans. “That just means I get to enjoy you a lot longer.”

Relief paints Yeosang’s features, along with a little pain at the fact that you’re touching him but there’s still clothing between you two. That’s easily remedied. You pop the button to his jeans and the zipper moves down as you shove your hand under his boxer briefs. Your hand immediately circles the base of his cock. True to Yeosang’s word, his knot has yet to even swell. You squeeze him in reassurance and then begin to slowly pump him under his pants and underwear. Yeosang’s long lashes flutter against his cheekbones, revelling in your touch. “That’s nice,” he murmurs.

It leaves you to wonder if anyone has enjoyed his cock truly. Yes, as wolves, it’s all about the copulation, but by the way that Yeosang curves against your palm, you’re aware that there’s so many more ways to appreciate Kang Yeosang and his cock.

You drop to your knees, pulling his pants and boxer briefs down to his thick thighs. You don’t give Yeosang another moment to think as you lick a long strip up his length and then encompass the head of his cock into your willing mouth. You lick his slit, gathering his precum along your tongue and smear it further. You suck and play with the head of his cock, enjoying his noises of pleasure as you give him a little piece of yourself.

Both of Yeosang’s extremely large hands encompass your head. He thrusts shallowly into your mouth, a simple gesture showing that the wetness of your mouth is doing it for him. “I--” Yeosang swallows loudly. “I…”

You pop off Yeosang and begin to place slow, wet, open mouth-ed kisses along his trembling length. “What do you need?”

“Maybe it wasn’t my knot that was the problem,” Yeosang says. You glance down and indeed, Yeosang’s knot is beginning to swell. “Maybe I just needed the right partner.”

You can’t help but preen at the praise. “I like the sound of that.”

“That means, however…” Yeosang’s hands fall on your shoulders and attempt to tug you upwards. “I need to be inside of you sooner rather than later.”

You shake your head. “I want to feel your knot pop in my mouth.”

Yeosang’s eyes are blown. He’s clearly beyond surprised. “You do?”

Without another word, you go back to admiring the slowly swelling knot. The slight bulge at the base of his cock makes your instincts go into overdrive. All you want to do is pay homage to his knot. You lick and suck, causing Yeosang to moan lowly. You have to hold onto his hips, his Adonis belt under your palms, as his cock searches for more stimulation.

The beauty of using your mouth as his vice is that his knot pushes out enough for you to want to take it to the next level. Your mouth descends down his length, causing Yeosang to choke. You struggle at first, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat. But soon you relax your neck muscles and are able to slowly fuck him down your throat, all the while moving closer to your goal.

When your lips are able to seal against Yeosang’s pelvis, his knot securely settled behind your lips, you hum contently. Yeosang cries out suddenly, and you feel liquid rush down your throat. Still, you swallow it all. What an honor to have a wolf’s knot in your mouth and make him feel such pleasure that he can’t help but come.

Yeosang whines above you, his teeth capturing his bottom lip. “I don’t know…what…came over…me,” he pants.

You lean backwards, letting Yeosang’s cock naturally fall from your lips. You use your thumb to remove some of his cum from the corners of your lips and you suck on the moisture gathered there. “Me,” you reply simply.

A barking, sudden laughter escapes Yeosang’s mouth and you can’t help but quirk a smile back up at him. “You seem to be the factor that’s been escaping me.”

You eye his cock. His knot seems smaller but he’s still as hard as when you first felt him through his pants. “I think I could wiggle you into me like that,” You suggest.

Yeosang groans. “Take mercy on me, I just came!”

You shake your head, humming with a teasing smile. “I don’t think so.”

@anyamaris - im dedicating this to you Babe. Cant do oral and yeosang without mentioning you

♤Master List ~ Day Two: Seonghwa & Yunho {Verbal Instruction}

[k-pop-ology]

Since these are shorter writings I've decided to just write every unhinged comment that my brain comes up with as I read. 🫣 enjoy I hope?

- yeo is seriously that gorgeous I agree 🙂‍↕️

- aww his mental leap is cute, ahh and then getting excited 🥰 I'm a eat him

- DAMN SO FORWARD, 😶‍🌫️ that's so hot of MC... that car ride sounds like it be so 🤪

- god I'm hard 🤣 also the idea of crawling into him is so real... like I can't seem to get close enough

- WHO HURT YOU YEO, also fuck that's hot bite my ass

- FUCK MC YOU'RE SO HOT 🥵

- oh my, they wilding . . . I imagined a like scissor cowgirl position and my brain exploded

[sanjoongie]

ɖɨʀȶʏ ȶǟɨʟ

🌿Pairing: Bunny Familiar! Park Seonghwa x Witch! Reader (f) ft Warlock! Hongjoong and Familiar! Wooyoung 🐇Genre: smut 🌿Au: fantasy, modern fantasy, witch, modern witch, hybrid 🐇Trope: witch/familiar 🌿Inspo: taken from netflix's sabrina the teenage witch by way of familiars 🐇Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!! 🌿Word Count: 4,129 🐇Warnings: (hold onto your tits its a long one) mxm (happens offscreen but mentioned frequently), mean! dom! reader, sub! hwa, sloppy seconds, mentioned anal, mentioned tail tugging, mentioned praise, degradation, tail play, hair pulling, mentions of animal sacrifice(not described), monster cum gathering, dacryphilia, tear consuming, washing a grown man, dry cum on fur, mentioned biting, fingering (m), begging, orgasm denial, threat of nails against cock and balls, sub-headspace, jealous sub turns dom, dubcon, manhandling, sex without protection, lip biting, possessive fucking, claiming with cum(?), creampie, praise kink, cum eating, cleaning a cock after it fucked you with your mouth, using bodily fluids for spells 🌿Summary: when your bunny familiar comes home with a dirty tail, you know exactly what happened but part of the punishment is getting him to admit it... and by cleaning his tail 🐇Beta'd by: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland 🌿Author’s Note: this is my walk of shame. i've been 5 months seonghwa sober (no natural inspiration to write him) and this was the straw that broke the camels back. all because i have a ddeongbyeol and i noticed that it's tail was getting dirty 😭 enjoy my misery

🐇divider by @cursed-carmine

“Bun,” you clucked your tongue in disappointment as you ran a hand up your familiar's tail. “How in the world did you get your tail so dirty?”

Seonghwa, the bunny shifting familiar, was currently in your large square tub, the water running and the bubbles frothing, on his hands and knees. He was trembling, not in fear or cold, but because of how you were touching his very sensitive tail. 

He licked his lips nervously before replying. “I--” he cut his own self off by moaning as you smoothed it down after pushing it up. “Please.”

You clucked your tongue again. “This isn't going to do, at all.”

Seonghwa whined as you started to stroke up his tail again. His thighs quivered. “I'm sorry my tail is so dirty.”

You shook your head. “That's just not good enough, Seonghwa. I spent so much time grooming you and you let Joongie get you so dirty?”

Seonghwa began to tear up. “It felt so good. He kept tugging my tail and he fucked me so good. He called me a good bunny. I am a good bunny.”

Your hand smoothed down Seonghwa’s tail for the umpteenth time and this time you caressed up his spine. Seonghwa's ears twitched, flopped forward really. Your hand ran through his hair at the nape of his neck and then you wretched his head back until he was upright but still on his knees.

“Hongjoong is a tricksy little warlock that touches things that aren't his. Who spent months gathering moon bunny blood by sitting still by a dead tree's stump and luring them into her lap with trust and stillness? Who combed through acres of meadows to find five leaf pink clovers? Who petted and stroked all the dumb goblins in order to gather eau du seduction? All in the act of summoning you?”

“You did, Mistress,” Seonghwa whimpered.

You leaned in and licked the tear that had finally escaped one of Seonghwa’s eyes. Tears were power, you see. And you had all the power over Seonghwa.

You yanked your familiar's head down until you could whisper into his soft rabbit ear. “Then if it was me who summoned you and me who worked so hard to gather the items to summon you and me who wished for you in the first place, why in the world do you let that warlock get your tail so dirty, Seonghwa?”

Tears were now steadily streaming down Seonghwa’s face. He wasn't sad, he was remorseful, but you could tell in his eyes, that were blown out to kingdom come, that he had no regrets. 

“Because,” Seonghwa hiccoped. “It feels so good.”

You pushed Seonghwa, releasing his hair, and he stumbled into the tub's water that was getting higher and more bubbly, catching himself palms down. His large shoulders shook as he quietly sobbed.

And when you smoothed your hand down his little cotton tail again, he wailed. “Please, Mistress, please let me make it up to you.”

You folded your arms under your chest and raised an eyebrow at your familiar. “What makes you think I would want you when you let that warlock run his grimy hands all over your pretty body, Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa dug his teeth into his lower lip, looking hopeful. “Because you did all that gathering for items to summon me, this version of me, that is perfect for you?”

The longer you stared in silence at Seonghwa, the droopier his ears got. And also the more his cock twitched against his taunt stomach.

“I'm going to have to clean your tail, Seonghwa,” You said finally.

Said tail flicked back and forth hopefully. “And then?”

You sighed. “We'll see, Bun. Wash first.”

You grabbed a washcloth and dunked it beneath the faucet. You turned off the water and wrung the washcloth out of water. 

Seonghwa’s tail wiggled in anticipation.

“Seonghwa,” You said his name in warning. “I can't wash your tail when it's like that.”

Your familiar became ramrod still, like a rabbit caught out in the open. When he turned his head around to figure out when you would begin, you had to will the soft look off your face. It wouldn't do for him to think you would be any less firm with him after he acted out.

You took the washcloth and smoothed it down his little cotton tail, dampening it well. But it was the underside that was truly filthy; covered in that greedy warlock’s cum, like he had been trying to brand your familiar. 

You began to grumble as you ran the washcloth along Seonghwa’s asscheek. It was then that you noticed the bite marks. That was when you started to get a sneer on your face.

“Seonghwa, did he bite you?” You said lowly.

Seonghwa let out a groan. “It was so good.”

You continued to move upwards, running the fabric along the underside of his tail. Then you gripped his tail between your fingers and thumb roughly. You leaned down so that your head was on level with Seonghwa’s.

“Was it good, Bun?” You said in a fake-sweet voice.

You could hear Seonghwa swallow. “I--”

“You let him rub his fucking cock all over your soft cotton tail and bite your soft bronze skin. You let him brand you just to rub it in my face?” You continued to mock-coo.

Seonghwa’s lips pushed out in a self-preserving pout. “I didn't think--”

You gripped Seonghwa’s chin harshly. “That's the problem, isn't it? You don't think. You're just stuffed with a tiny little cock and you close your beautiful eyes and--”

“I'm sorry,” Seonghwa said in a strained voice. You glance down between his legs and his cock is dripping-wet with precum. Your big bunny is worked up over this and you can't seem to be able to let it go.

“Sorry?” You said in a flat tone.

Seonghwa visibly flinched at the change. He knew he was in deep shit.

“Sorry enough to stop him from filling you up like a goddamn cream puff?” You demanded.

Your fingers, covered in the washcloth, found his puckered hold and pushed in. Seonghwa moaned loudly, eyes rolling into the back of his head. You knew there were traces of Hongjoong still inside of Seonghwa. And Seonghwa had been fucked well enough that he was loose enough to take what you had to give him.

“Sorry enough not to empty your balls when he hit that special spot inside of you, hmmm?” You hummed, pulling your fingers out of him.

You dipped the washcloth back into the water, to clean it and wrung it out again. You took the time to study your slutty bunny. 

He was panting in need and want. He had already been fucked and petted and here he was, shaking for you yet still.

“You're such a greedy guts,” You scolded him.

“Don't stop,” Seonghwa whimpered. “Please don't stop.”

You brushed your free hand that wasn't clutching the washcloth down his back again, admiring its curve. “Up, on your knees now, Bun.”

Seonghwa raised himself cautiously, eyes staying on you as you moved around him. You washed his arms and shoulders. You washed his chest and stomach. Then you clucked at the state of his cock.

“What am I going to do with you?”

Hopefully, Seonghwa said, “Pat me dry and hold me?”

“No, I don’t think so,” You drawled.

Then, quick as lightning, your hand reached out and wrapped around his length. You pumped it quickly, causing Seonghwa to cry out at finally getting touched where he ached the most. Except you never intended to let him come. You jerked him off efficiently, twisting your wrist when you got to his cockhead, spreading his precum even more along his length. 

Just as he was about to come, his hips working viciously to fuck your hand, and his head cast back, you let go and Seonghwa let out a choked moan. 

“Mi--miss--mistress,” Seonghwa’s pupils were blown. He looked beyond fucked out, his lips puffy from biting down on them. “Wh-why?”

“Did you really think I was going to let you come, Bun?” You said throatily. 

You watched with a critical eye as his cock twitched against his stomach, straining but getting nothing but air wrapped around it. 

His entire body heaved with his frustration and heavy breathing. “No,” he said dejectedly.

You reached down again, between his legs, ghosting your sharp nails against his balls, drawn tight against his body. He shivered at the vague threat, but his cock weeped in happiness. “The next time I spend hours on your cute little tail, brushing it and fluffing it up, you better not let that fucking warlock dirty it up again, do you hear me, Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa's eyes were vacant as your nails traced up the sensitive skin of his shaft. So easy to put your slutty bunny in a headspace, no wonder Hongjoong managed to get him to bend over for him each and every time. 

“Bun?” You purred, pressing the pad of your thumb against his slit. 

He let out a breathy whine but you saw him shake off the brain fog slightly. “I won’t.”

You knew that was a lie but at least he was acknowledging your statements. 

Your other hand that wasn’t torturing his cock with light strokes of your nails against him, unconsciously moved towards his now clean and dry cotton tail. You stroked it upwards, causing Seonghwa’s eyes to roll into the back of his head again.  

“Don’t we prefer a nice fluffy tail that’s clean?” You murmured. “That way we can pet it and stroke it, hmmm?” 

“Yes.” Seonghwa nodded, in limbo between heaven and hell. You weren’t giving him enough to push him towards a climax but it was just enough between his cock and his tail being played with that he was feeling good. 

That’s exactly where you wanted him. 

“Good,” You agreed and pulled your hands away. “Dry the rest of your body. I’m done with cleaning you and the stink of that fucking warlock off of you.”

You left the bathroom with a swish of your wide pants, and moved down the hallway towards your workroom. You had been interrupted by your very guilty familiar whining about being dirty. His clothes had been so disheveled and his hair mussed that you knew immediately that he had been a bad bunny again. 

You eyed the dried rosehip pile and flipped through the pages of your tome on skin tonics. Your anti-aging potions are quite popular right now. You just needed--

A symbol burned into the air near you, the moon cycle with an hourglass. It was a witch’s or warlock’s calling card to advise they were here to visit on formal business. The air smelled like burnt wood and fresh snow. 

“Merlin’s beard,” You cursed under your breath.

You strode towards your front entrance, just in time it seemed, because someone was still partially dressed but also rushing to the door. You pointed an accusatory finger at your familiar, who had only donned his trousers, they weren’t even properly buttoned up and the suspenders still hanging downwards.

“Don’t you even think about answering the door. Especially not like that. I swear to god, you only think with your pretty cock, goddamn it Seonghwa!” You made a shooing motion. “Go back into the kitchen and make me some tea. For me. Just me. With my favorite fox cup and saucer.” When Seonghwa blinked at you, bless his empty head, you rolled your eyes. “Go now, or I will lock you in your bunny form for the rest of the day!”

You cleared your throat and opened the thick mahogany door with its pretty stained glass. You leaned against the doorframe and put on a welcoming smile.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Joongie?”

Hongjoong’s lips curled up at the ends, constantly reminding you of a kitty cat. “I can see by your lovely mood that you found my present.”

You cocked your head. “Your present?” Your smile soured into a barely-held-back derisive smirk. “If you mean by my familiar, molested by a pushy little warlock, then yes, he is back in my care and clean as a whistle.”

Hongjoong shook his head, lightly chuckling. “All my hard work has gone down the drain already? How tragic.”

You couldn't help but curl your fingers into a fist. “Why are you here?”

Hongjoong took in your fists and smirked even wider. “I’ve come to repay you for the use of your familiar.”

You started to laugh in the back of your throat until it became louder and more bitter and grew into a near maniacal belly laugh. “Kim Hongjoong, do you want to die today?”

Hongjoong leaned in close, his face dark with barely-withheld glee. “Wooyoung thought it would be a great idea.”

“Let me get this straight,” You said coolly while inspecting your fingernails. “Not only did you think it was a good idea to fuck my familiar. You thought it would be special to send him home with his shame. And, you let your familiar suggest that he could substitute for what is rightfully mine?”

Hongjoong nodded, running his tongue along his teeth. “Mhmm,” He agreed nonverbally.

Your picture perfect, polite smile was back in place. “I hope your barriers are in place because I’m about to send you nasty hex via raven.” 

You promptly slammed your door in Hongjoong’s face. That was satisfying, at least. 

“Oh Bunny!” You said in a singsong voice as you stomped towards your kitchen. 

Seonghwa was sitting at the tiny table, finishing the preparation for your tea with some sugarcubes. He pushed his lips together and rubbed them nervously. “Mistress?”

“Nevermind the tea,” You purred, running a fingertip along his jawline. 

Seonghwa blinked at you several times, his ears flopping backwards and forwards, another sign of nervousness. “No tea? But it’s lavender and camomile.”

“Did you plan on putting me to sleep, Bun?” You wondered.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened in worry. “No, I just thought you might be feeling high-strung after speaking with Hongjoong.”

You made a noise of amusement. “Me? High-strung after talking to Hongjoong? No.”

You shoved your hands unceremoniously down Seonghwa’s trousers. You found his length still quivering-hard, the tip still dripping with precum. “Mistress, please,” Seonghwa begged for the thousandth time.

“Why are you so hard, Seonghwa?” You demanded, the tooth-rotting sweetness belaying the depths of your anger.

“You haven’t let me come yet,” Seonghwa whined. 

“Is that so?” You purred. “It’s not because Hongjoong was at the door and you were having dirty little thoughts?”

Seonghwa shook his head vehemently. “No, Mistress, no, I’m not hard because of Hongjoong’s presence.”

You pulled your hand out of Seonghwa’s pants and immediately wrapped your fingers around his wrist and started to tug him behind you as you made your way to his bedroom. “Good.”

“Good?” Seonghwa squeaked. The poor, dumb bunny had good enough instincts to know that he was still in trouble but not enough brains to figure out how to get out of them. 

“Yes, good,” You reiterated. “You’re going to stay hard too.”

“Please, I’ve been a good bunny. I didn’t come and I was still as you cleaned me!” Seonghwa wailed. 

“Oh, I still have big plans for you, Bunny,” You declared out loud. 

“What big plans?” Seonghwa asked, pouting again. 

You let go of Seonghwa and began to dig into his drawers until you found a nice flowing white top. You dressed him and put the suspenders back on his shoulders where they belonged. Then you finished buttoning his trousers up, so that they were tight against his pelvis and waist; the perfect torture for a bunny who was hard still. 

“You’ll never guess what Hongjoong just came over here to offer,” You purred, tapping Seonghwa’s nose teasingly.

Seonghwa’s nose twitched at the touch. “What?”

“Why, seeing as how he gets to dirty up my bunny all the time, he was offering his own familiar as recompense.”

“Oh no, Mistress, you wouldn't like Wooyoung,” Seonghwa shook his head, his ears jerking with the action. “No, you can't!”

You raised your eyebrows at your familiar. “No? No, as in, you will not allow me? No, as in, I can’t touch another familiar other than you?”

Seonghwa winced but pushed onwards. He was persistent and stubborn about this. Last time he had a dalliance with Hongjoong, you had begun to prepare a spell for another familiar summoning and he just about lost it. 

“I know I’m a bad bunny, but you can’t have any fun with Wooyoung. That’s not allowed. What if you like him better than me? What if you finally send me away?” Seonghwa declared.

You didn’t have a chance to answer him. Or rather, he didn’t give you a chance to answer him. Seonghwa grabbed your upper arms and pushed you to his bed. His lips slanted across yours and his tongue was mapping the inside of your mouth desperately. 

You protested but this time Seonghwa actually used his physical upperhand against you, when typically he was quite pliant when you manhandled him. Your muffled objections went unanswered as Seonghwa began to unbutton your pants. Once he yanked both your pants and your underwear down, he bent you in half, continuing to use his broad shoulders and size against you. 

You struggled as his hands went to his pants to unbutton them. Even as you bit down on his lip, Seonghwa groaned with desire, the shot of pain only adding to the moment. He only stopped kissing you while watching as his cockhead slid through your wet folds and then he finally sunk down inside of you. 

“Seonghwa, what are you doing?” 

There was no getting to him now, he was inside of you and he was immediately pussydrunk, the damn fool. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted as your channel encompassed his length. 

“Seonghwa, you little shit. You already got fucked by Hongjoong and now you think you can fuck your witch?”

“Mmmm, so good, Mistress,” Seonghwa moaned softly, slowly pulling out and then resheathing himself in your wet, warm heat. “You feel so good around me. Nothing feels better.”

You rolled your eyes. “As fucking if nothing feels better, Seonghwa!”

“I’m going to fill you up,” Seonghwa said, his eyes suddenly clear and determined. 

“N-no, no you’re not, Bunny, you know the rules, you’re not allowed--” You had to swallow down a moan of your own. After teasing and torturing Seonghwa, you were so primed to be fucked, this wasn’t going to end well on your end. All your hard work went down the drain because Seonghwa finally decided to be dominant for once. 

“You can’t play with Wooyoung, Mistress, you’re not allowed. And if I come inside you, then your body will reject anything else,” Seonghwa informed you. 

“What are you--” You barely swallowed down another moan. “Seonghwa, wait a damn minute!”

The damn bunny was jackhammering inside of you now. You weren’t sure if he was urged on by your pussy clamping down on him eagerly or by his own desire to see you filled up, but his pace was getting brutal. 

“You witches and warlocks think that you got the idea to summon us in the first place, but what your tomes and tablets don’t tell you is that before we were familiars, we were monsters. We searched out you in the forests and your huts, and claimed you as our own. We were attracted to your magic and sought to claim you. Our cum will shut down any other familiar looking to mate with you and claim you. That is why you’re always instructed to never let a familiar come inside of you. And that’s exactly why I’m going to do it now. Then you’ll never be able to fuck Wooyoug. I won’t allow it.”

You were so distracted by the information that Seonghwa had just unloaded on you that you were unable to focus on an incantation that just might stop him from doing what he wanted. Seonghwa kissed you again, this time, seductive and taking advantage of his full lips. You were lost for a moment in the sensory overload that Seonghwa was in this moment. 

Until the moment he stole your breath away, and made you come. Your climax snuck up on you and slapped you on the ass, so to speak. You moaned into Seonghwa’s mouth as you came so thoroughly and utterly, that you were boneless when it was complete. 

Seonghwa succeeded in his mission, pressing his hips against your ass, and coming so deep inside of you that you could almost imagine he was filling up your womb. You could feel his smile of accomplishment against your lips, as he rode his climax, continuing to fuck you until he had filled you up completely. 

And still, your familiar did not let up on you. He kept you bent in half, pressed against his bed, despite his cock finally softening inside of you. You could feel his cum dripping out of you without the plug of his hard cock. 

“Seonghwa, get off of me,” You commanded, pressing a hand to his shoulder. 

He smiled down at you, sure and crooked, eyes taking in your now disheveled state. “No, I think I like us right where we are, right now.”

It seemed that there was only one way to get out of this: honey rather than vinegar. 

“That was so good,” You cooed. 

Seonghwa leaned his head as if he wanted to press his cheek against the palm of your hand, but your hands were pinned by his own. He let them go so that you could complete your praise with the hand gesture. 

“My good bunny, fucked me so good, I became a puddle in his bed,” You continued to dote on him. 

“I told you I’m a good bunny,” Seonghwa insisted. 

Your hand moved up his head, to rub his ears between your finger and thumb. Seonghwa’s foot started to twitch in response. “Such a good bunny. Filled me up too, didn’t you? So much of your cum swimming inside of me now.”

Seonghwa nodded, his pleased-as-punch look glowing from his face. “Mine.”

Your hand traced his neck, feathered down his spine and at long last you found the key to his defeat. Once you petted down his little cottontail, he melted into your body, becoming boneless himself. You petted and petted his tail, slowly luring him into a false sense of security. You were able to bring your legs down and wiggle until you had Seonghwa’s head braced against your collarbones, head tucked into your neck, kissing his ever-twitching nose, and petting that perfect little tail of his. You could feel his cock stirring inside of you, but that was a given, playing with his tail. 

“Such a smart little bun, aren’t you, Seonghwa?” You said in a soft whisper. 

He frowned, however miniscule in his blissed-out state. “You’re going to make me come again if you keep playing with my tail like that, Mistress,” He warned you. 

You moved down his body, licking his cock covered in his cum and your wetness, petting and stroking his tail. “You can come whenever you want, Seonghwa, don’t you think you deserve it?”

“Mmmm,” Seonghwa hummed in agreement, folding his arms behind his head. “I deserve it.”

You took his entire length in your mouth, careful to suck and clean all of his cum from his cock, but you did not swallow. 

So comfortable was your big dumb bunny, that he drifted off, not even able to think of why you were being so nice to him after he did such a bad thing. You were able to spit his cum and your wetness into a goblet. You broke some wax from a candle on your desk, added in some more of your spit for good measure, and then began to chant softly. 

You watched as your spell drifted and shifted, blue-green light twinkling with the threat you had created. The light wrapped itself around Seonghwa. That’s when it took place. Seonghwa shifted into his other form, an actual rabbit. And that was how he was going to stay until you decided otherwise. 

Now you just had to figure out how to reverse the effects of your cunt rejecting anything else entering you. You had a feeling you were going to have to call on that favor Hongjoong owed you. He was the reason this whole situation had occurred, of course. 

And maybe, just maybe, if you fixed everything, you might take him up on his offer of his familiar as well. Payback’s a bitch and you had her name written down for an i-o-u.

[k-pop-ology]

Seonghwa began to tear up. “It felt so good. He kept tugging my tail and he fucked me so good. He called me a good bunny. I am a good bunny.”

Your hand smoothed down Seonghwa’s tail for the umpteenth time and this time you caressed up his spine. Seonghwa's ears twitched, flopped forward really. Your hand ran through his hair at the nape of his neck and then you wretched his head back until he was upright but still on his knees.

- oh no... im in for a good one 🫪

Seonghwa’s lips pushed out in a self-preserving pout. “I didn't think--”

You gripped Seonghwa’s chin harshly. “That's the problem, isn't it? You don't think. You're just stuffed with a tiny little cock and you close your beautiful eyes and--”

-AHHH I love how MEAN 🫣

-hwa is so perfect as a brat, such a strong face only to whimper.... URGHHHHHHH

“Good,” You agreed and pulled your hands away. “Dry the rest of your body. I’m done with cleaning you and the stink of that fucking warlock off of you.”

- he.... him.... I want himmmmmmmmmmm

- SO MEAN 🤩

“Don’t you even think about answering the door. Especially not like that. I swear to god, you only think with your pretty cock, goddamn it Seonghwa!” You made a shooing motion. “Go back into the kitchen and make me some tea. For me. Just me. With my favorite fox cup and saucer.” When Seonghwa blinked at you, bless his empty head, you rolled your eyes. “Go now, or I will lock you in your bunny form for the rest of the day!”

-i love him I love him I love him I love him

You shoved your hands unceremoniously down Seonghwa’s trousers. You found his length still quivering-hard, the tip still dripping with precum. “Mistress, please,” Seonghwa begged for the thousandth time.

-mistress is pulling me in OMG ☺️

“I know I’m a bad bunny, but you can’t have any fun with Wooyoung. That’s not allowed. What if you like him better than me? What if you finally send me away?” Seonghwa declared.

- and then he gon do this AHHHHHHHH bad bun 😵‍💫

There was no getting to him now, he was inside of you and he was immediately pussydrunk, the damn fool. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted as your channel encompassed his length. 

-AaaaAaAHHHhhHHHHHhHH

The damn bunny was jackhammering inside of you now. You weren’t sure if he was urged on by your pussy clamping down on him eagerly or by his own desire to see you filled up, but his pace was getting brutal. 

-im gunna dream about this scene dude

“You witches and warlocks think that you got the idea to summon us in the first place, but what your tomes and tablets don’t tell you is that before we were familiars, we were monsters. We searched out you in the forests and your huts, and claimed you as our own. We were attracted to your magic and sought to claim you. Our cum will shut down any other familiar looking to mate with you and claim you. That is why you’re always instructed to never let a familiar come inside of you. And that’s exactly why I’m going to do it now. Then you’ll never be able to fuck Wooyoug. I won’t allow it.”

-WOAH DAMN

-this switch up is so yummy oh my God

-bro I love how you write hwa, ohh ma godddd. so perfect. He really could do any role, you could write him in any way and I'm eating it ALLLL up

[sanjoongie]

Ahhhhh friend i wish I could print this out and hang it by my writing desk. This hwa literally picked me up and put me down in a cage and demanded I write this fic I SWEAR TO GOD he broke me 🫠 im glad you enjoyed my descent into madness hahahahahahaaaaaaaaa

[k-pop-ology]

omg me on someone's wall? that someone being someone I admire so much?!? eheheheh

honestly, I felt like that cage was set on top of me cause URGH 🥰 thank you for your fantastic brain 🙂‍↕️

[sanjoongie]

Bonne Chance

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚 For @lapydiaries March's Blooming Garland, Daffodil! theme chosen: good fortune

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Pairing: Captain! Kim Hongjoong x Linguist! Reader (f) x Engineer! Song Mingi

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Genre: smut

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Au: sci-fi, space adventure, space navy

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Trope: coworkers to lovers

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Rating: 18+, MDNI

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Word Count: 2,648

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Warnings: dom! mingi, sub! hongjoong, switch! reader, drunk sex (Mingi and Reader are both tipsy and it's consensual, Mingi does ask for consent, he's a doll), licking champagne off someone's body, love bites, Mingi is a flirt, threesome, oral (f&m), manhandling, mxm, man-tit play, hongjoong is full on lust-drunk, hand job, cum eating, fingering (m), overstim, anal (m), sex without protection, feeling a cock through clothes, degradation kink, praise kink,

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Summary: Mingi, having found the champagne Hongjoong never let him smash against the ship for good luck on the maiden voyage of Ghost, decides it's time to get drunk for you last night on the ship.

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Author's note: when I got a bit stuck on this @anyamaris helped shepherd me down a path that I could write. Thank anya for this hj fic becoming a rapper line fic 🤩

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Divider by @thecutestgrotto

“Hey, look what I found.”

You lift your head from where you were lounging in your bunk to see that Mingi, the chief engineer, is brandishing a bottle of champagne.

You start to laugh under your breath. “Is that the bottle you tried to smash against the ship before we took off? Didn’t Hongjoong confiscate it?”

Mingi shook his head, sitting on the edge of your bunk. “Nope. I’ve got my ways. You want to crack it open?”

You slowly shook your head. “Mingi! We’re almost home. Why would you want to break the rules right before?”

Mingi shrugs his large shoulders. “It’s kind of a waste, you know? Maybe this is the last bit of good luck we need.”

You had long since finished packing and it was literally a countdown until you settled back on planet earth. “Fuck it.”

You sit up and grab the champagne bottle. You untwist the wire and pop the cork yourself. You rush to bring the top of the bottle to your mouth before it fizzes out, and you almost do, but you manage to pour some of the champagne onto your tank top. 

“Oh that’s good,” You moan, handing the bottle to Mingi.

Except Mingi isn’t looking at the bottle. He’s looking where the champagne has soaked through your wet tanktop to reveal your black bra. He slowly lifts his eyes to meet yours. Then he takes the champagne and takes a swig himself. 

It’s not long before you and Mingi are drunk and enjoying life. You’re recounting a silly tale of Wooyoung, the ship’s physician, attempting to mime that he was looking for his black cat Wooyonyang, to the Martians, who were taking offence to Wooyoung’s fist imitating a paw as an act of aggression. 

You are gasping with laughter. “And then, he went ‘meow’, which sounds like their swear word that roughly translates to ‘your mother is a fat-tiddied cow’!”

Mingi guffaws with you, hand heavy and warm on your shoulder. “Oh my God, why haven’t I heard of this one?”

You smiled at Mingi. “Wooyoung swore me to secrecy, he almost fucked our mission, Mingi! Only Hongjoong got the full report and even then he’s locked it to the ‘need to know’ archives.”

You shoot another swallow of the champagne back and Mingi decides it would be funny to push the bottom more than you anticipated, causing you to get a faceful of the fizzy liquid. 

“Mingi!” You shriek, wiping champagne from your eyes. “I’m soaked!”

You find yourself pulled up and pushed back against the wall by the room’s door, Mingi’s tongue is rough along your collarbones, licking up the stray champagne. You’re frozen at first. It’s not like you didn’t want it but your drunk-brain didn’t know how to process what was happening. Was this a joke? A prank?

But when Mingi licks his way up your neck and you let out a breathy whine, it’s all over. You are simply consumed by Mingi. His hands on either side of your face, his tongue and lips dominating you in a kiss.

“Mingi--!” Your words are eaten up by his all-consuming kisses. “Wait--!”

Mingi leans back, respectful if not desperate. “You want me to stop?” His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks concerned. You fall into his chocolate orbs so easily.

“No, no, I--” You swallow air desperately. “Just--it's so fast, you know we can't--”

“It's our last night. Surely this doesn't count? It won’t mess with our dynamics, the voyage is finished.”

Your hands move on their own accord, thumb gracing Mingi’s lower lip. “I really want to fuck you,” You find yourself saying, and then gasp at yourself.

Mingi’s slow, satisfied smile that almost made his eyes disappear in happiness made your heart hammer in your chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You reply sheepishly.

“Then I guess I better prep you,” Mingi admits.

“Prep? Mingi, wha--?” Your brain stumbles to catch up as Mingi moves down your body, untying the sleeves that acted as a belt around your waist to your jumpsuit and began to tug that down your legs. 

You bite down on your lower lip as Mingi hooks his fingers under your panties next, and leave them hanging off one ankle. You let Mingi put one of your legs over his shoulder, eager to see what it feels like to have him there between your legs. 

It’s sloppy, you’re both drunk, but you fall into the feeling of his tongue and lips eating you up. The sensation of Mingi sucking on your inner lips, of his tongue exploring your hole, it’s all an accumulation of pleasure lapping at your nerves. But when Mingi finally finds your clit, after accidentally nudging it with his nose and causing your hips to rise at the touch, he becomes fixated on it. He licks and sucks, making you dive your hand into his hair. His eyes roll up to you, watching your every reaction to each flick of his tongue and graze of his teeth. 

“Mingi, Mingi,” You chant his name, feeling an orgasm beginning to build.

“What are you two doing?”

The cold slash of your captain’s words almost sobers you up--key word, almost. He has opened the sliding door and is standing with his arms crossed in disapproval. 

Mingi’s ringed hands slowly run down your leg and he removes his mouth from your cunt. His face is absolutely covered in your wetness. He wipes it off with the back of his other hand and grins up at Hongjoong. “What’s up, Cap?”

“What's up?” Hongjoong grits out in an almost strangled-gasp. “What's up is that my chief engineer has his tongue buried in my linguist's cunt!”

“Captain--” you yank down your tank top and stretch it to cover said cunt. “I can explain--!”

Mingi stands up and wraps an arm amiable around your waist. You stumble against him, losing your hold on your tank top. “I don't think that's necessary, babe.” Mingi licks his lips gratuitously. He turns and addresses the captain, “Wanna join us?”

“Join you?” Hongjoong’s eyes are burning obsidian chips. “Are you drunk, Song?”

Mingi smirks. “We found the champagne you wouldn't let me break against the ship. You want some?”

“Mingi,” You say the chief engineer's name softly, placing a hand on his chest. 

Mingi looks down at you. “Unless you wouldn't like the captain to participate?”

You feel your face heat up. “That's not the point.”

Mingi lifts his eyebrows. “You like a little non-con with your champagne and oral?”

“Enough!” Hongjoong shouts. “The both of you will get dressed and I will forget this ever--!” 

The captain squeals as Mingi wraps a hand around his wrist and pulls the captain to his side as well. “Come on, Cap. Live a little. Drink with us.”

Hongjoong reaches up with his free hand and fixes his hat. “I will not, that's fraternizing with the crew--! Oh God's.”

You are currently cupping Hongjoong through his uniform, admiring the chubby he was sporting. “Captain, can you sit in your chair on the bridge while I suck you off? I've always wanted to do that, you know.”

“I will not--” Hongjoong bites down on his lower lip, most likely stifling another moan as you squeeze him through the material. “You need to--” 

You watch with interest as Hongjoong’s eyes roll into the back of his head. Mingi squeezes the two of you tightly against his body. “I can think of a few positions we could do in the bridge.”

That's how you ended up between your captain’s legs, using your hands and mouth to suck him off. Mingi had unbuttoned Hongjoong’s jacket, exposing his ample chest. Hongjoong is perched on Mingi’s lap, legs spread behind the Captain’s. Mingi is molesting the captain’s chest. He is the willing victim between your and Mingi’s drunken escapades.

You kept hold of Hongjoong with one hand, spitting on his cock, as if there wasn't enough precum and liquids already covering his fat cock. Mingi cups Hongjoong’s chin and tilts it so he can watch you lick his slit.

“See what you'd be missing, Cap?” Mingi says in a dangerously low tone.

“I--” Hongjoong’s eyes are glassy and distant. He hasn't come yet.

“Is it good, Joongie?” you wonder as you take another ice-cream lick of his cock.

All your captain can manage is a guttural moan as you encompass him into your mouth and take him down your throat, suctioning your lips to his pelvis. 

“Oh fuck,” Mingi groans, watching you gobble all of Hongjoong’s cock. “Alright, that's enough fun for you.”

You pop off Hongjoong and pout. “I wanna make him come!”

“How about we all come, babe,” Mingi offers instead.

You cock your head. “Totem pole?”

Mingi cornilly winks and makes a noise with his teeth. “You get me.”

You stand up and falter, having to brace against the arms of the captain’s chair. “Well I’m ready but is he?”

Mingi turns Hongjoong’s head so his captain has to look at Mingi. “Whatchyu say, Cap? You ready to be stuffed?”

Hongjoong’s long eyelashes blink slowly. His eyes are glued to Mingi’s lips. “I can come?”

Hongjoong was truly the only sober one between the three of you but it seemed getting his dick sucked and his tits played with him had him drunk on lust. 

You cluck your tongue. “Mingi, he can’t agree to anything!” You protest

“Fuck,” Mingi curses. 

“Joongie, you wanna come?”

“Please?” Hongjoong says with an adorable pout. 

You fold your arms under your chest this time. “Well, I guess you’ll have to settle for fucking me, Song.”

Mingi’s lips turn downwards and he shrugs. “I’m not picky.”

Carefully, he extracts his big, warm body from under Hongjoong and settles back the Captain on his rightful throne. You take a moment to frown at Mingi. “You’re not picky?”

“Hey, I was ready to fuck you and only you before Hongjoong interrupted us, remember?”

Mingi takes you in his arms and knocks his forehead against yours adorably. He captures your lips in a searing kiss that has you gasping for air afterwards. 

“You’re one tempting fucker,” You say against his plush lips. 

“Wait until I’ve fucked you,” Mingi smirks. “Might be hard to have anyone else after you’ve had me.”

“Might?”

Mingi chuckles. “Nah, that’s a for sure thing.”

Hongjoong whines, lacking warmth and attention, so you both press against him, you giving him a throaty kiss, and Mingi wrapping his large hand around Hongjoong’s length, slick with your spit still. Mingi, whether on purpose or not, makes Hongjoong come in his hand. The captain lets out a strangled gasp and is soon spurting all over Mingi’s knuckles and fingers.

“Now what?” You cry out.

Mingi simply squeezes Hongjoong’s length again before licking his fingers of Hongjoong’s seed. “I guess we prep him for a totempole.”

You roll your eyes. “Make up your mind, Song.”

Hongjoong begs and pleads as Mingi, with his fingers covered in Hongjoong’s own cum and Mingi’s spit, scissors and fingers Hongjoong open for his cock. Hongjoong’s bracing against his own chair, ass literally pushing back against Mingi’s ministrations. It’s not long before Mingi decides Hongjoong is ready. 

So the engineer takes his place on Hongjoong’s throne, his own jumpsuit down at his feet, legs spread wide so that Hongjoong can sit on his lap with his back to Mingi’s chest. You have to plant your feet so you don't go sit in his lap; the appeal practically pulls at you to do so.

Mingi’s eyes lit up as he reads the restraint in your body. “Patience, you'll get what you deserve soon enough.”

Hongjoong lets out a long, drawn-out moan as Mingi enters him. Hongjoong’s cock comes to attention as Mingi stretches him well and good. Which is perfect for you. You scramble up onto the Captain’s seat, legs thrown over the arms and sit on Hongjoong’s lap, face to face. 

“Does it feel good, Joongie?” You inquire, trying to make sure the captain is taken care of.

“So good,” Hongjoong intones back, a little bit of drool running down his chin.

“Are you ready for me?” You ask, cocking your head curiously. 

You tilt your hips and run the front of your slit against Hongjoong’s cock. The captain shivers at the feeling but nods, swallowing loudly.

“I'm gonna treat your fat, dumb cock so well, Joongie,” You purr as you spear yourself down on him. 

Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrow and he pouts. “It's too much.”

“Don't you wanna get fucked by both of us, Joongie?” You sigh once you receive him full tilt inside of him. “My wet heat wrapped around you while Mingi hits that sweet spot inside of you?”

Hongjoong’s head lists side to side as he whines some more. “Too much. Too much. I feel--”

Mingi makes a condescending noise. “Too much? You're about to get the best fuck of your life and it's too much?”

“Please.” Hongjoong licks his lips. “Wanna be dumb again.”

You and Mingi share a conspiratory grin. You could deliver on that.

So as you grinded yourself against Hongjoong, swaying your body to your own rhythm. Meanwhile, Mingi kept both of Hongjoong’s hip in a death grip, fucking up into the captain’s loosened hole. Every so often the air would be peppered with Mingi’s deep grunts and Hongjoong’s sensual whines, and your satisfied noises, creating an orchestra that pleased the senses. 

“Fuck, Joongie,” You whine as you peck his pouty lips. “You’re doing so good for us. Your fat cock is treating me so well, even though you wouldn’t even know what to do with it, would you?”

The mixture of degradation and praise makes Hongjoong whine, all the while pushing into your lips for the kisses. “Am I good?”

“Good?” Mingi guffaws behind him. “You’re fucking amazing.”

A pleased smile pulls his pink, puffy lips and that only makes you dive in for a deeper kiss, needing to feel his satisfaction. “You gonna cum for us again, Joongie? Gonna fill me up with your love juice? Hmmm? Or did Mingi milk it all out of you already?”

Hongjoong shakes his head in your kiss, breaking it to breathe desperately against your lips. “I have more to give. I can give you it all.”

“Good,” Mingi grunts. “Because I’m going to be filling you up too.”

Hongjoong lets out stuttered cries as Mingi fucks him well and good, each thrust making the captain cry out. The crescendo announces Mingi’s climax, his hips stilling as he comes, a loud moan leaving the engineer’s plush lips. He’s still working himself in and out of Hongjoong before you finish grinding yourself against the captain and find your own release as well. Between being filled up and squeezed by your walls, Hongjoong comes with a desperate groan, almost sounding like he’s caught between pleasure and pain. It sounds wonderful to your ears. 

You continue to make out with Hongjoong, unable to deny yourself those beautiful lips. The three of you are too tired and satiated for anything more than exchanging lips. But Mingi, not to be forgotten, grips Hongjoong’s chin and turns his head for a throaty kiss himself. You watch on with half-lidded eyes, feeling your insides stir at the vision.

Hongjoong whines into Mingi’s mouth, feeling you clench down on his soft and sensitive cock “Please. I can’t take anymore.”

Mingi chuckles lowly. “You know, Cap, the more you whine, the more we want to overstimulate you and make you dumb again. You’re really not helping your case.”

Hongjoong’s eyes roll around, like he’s trying to come to his senses. “I…We need… a shower. And a clean up. And--”

“Mmm, let’s cuddle in your big captain’s bed instead,” You say drunkenly, nuzzling his sweet, sweaty neck. “Doesn’t that sound better?”

“Best maiden voyage ever,” Mingi agrees, encompassing both you and Hongjoong in a big hug.

[k-pop-ology]

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[sanjoongie]

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🔨Pairing: Warlock! Jeong Yunho x Witch! Reader (f) ft Warlock! Yeosang 🪄Genre: smut, (lowkey) crack 🔨Au: fantasy, witch, modern fantasy, modern witch 🪄Trope: enemies to lovers 🔨Inspo: kinda rolling with the same world as Dirty Tail 🪄Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!! 🔨Word Count: 3,449 🪄Warnings: a magical, cursed dildo (yes, i said that), daydreams of jerking yunho off, daydream sub! yunho, degradation kink, female masturbation, brief Yeosang muscle arm kink moment, dubcon, edging, orgasm denial, mean! dom! yunho, desperate! dumb! sub! reader, clit play, cock-drunk, oral kink, cum eating, negotiations mid scene, nipple play, anal (f), double penetration, squirting, black out orgasm, slight somnophilia if you squint 🔨Summary: when you find a dildo in the broomlot outside your shop, you try to throw it out but it somehow ends up in your bag when you go home. Little do you know your arch nemesis has cursed it so that you become addicted to it... and by proxy, himself, because that's all you can imagine now with the cursed toy 🪄Beta'd by: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland 🔨Author’s Note: credits to @potatomountain @daddyfordaeddy, @anyamaris for this idea that fabricated from their conversation and shared image. Thanks but no thanks 🪄divider by @cursed-carmine

Jeong Yunho lurks around in the broomlot outside your place of work. Toil and Trouble, the shop you co-own with your best friend, that specializes in building witch homes. 

“ ‘So you don’t have to toil in the trouble’, my ass,” Yunho mutters under his breath.

He is just unhappy you have such a perfect witch slogan. You make a lot of money, much to his chagrin. You two had been classmates' and arch nemesis’ all through high school and throughout college, looking to make the Coven’s List over each other. Yunho had won that round but you’re the one that had ended up with an amazing best friend and an even better business idea.

You aren’t even in the same spell circle. You specialize in commanding inanimate objects, of course, and Yunho worked more on curses and hexes. Sure, he made good money with people set on revenge, but your job just did better. Someone always needed a new house. 

Luckily for Yunho, he knew the perfect way to get even with you. He holds a bright pink dildo in his hand, and leans to murmur to it.

A curse on you, from this moment further

An addiction to this, your cunt shall nurture

Upon touch of your skin to this colorful toy

My image you’ll see, you’ll crave and enjoy

Paired with a pocket pussy, I'll control it all

Feel as you feel, crumble and fall

“Let's see how you deal with this,” Yunho cackles in malicious glee.

He tosses the toy to the ground and leaves with a firm push of his feet while on his broom.

“What is this world coming to?!” You demand, sending another look of disbelief over your shoulder.

“You're late,” Yeosang, your best friend and co-owner of your shop, intones.

“Late is better than never, don’t you think?” You smile at Yeosang and move towards your desk opposite of him. 

Yeosang laughs, pretending you were funny, and then goes completely stoic. “It’s been out there since I got here at 6am.”

You wrinkle your nose at the admission. “Ew, why have you been here since 6am?”

“Because I needed to finish the mockups for our meetings today,” Yeosang replies, shuffling some papers. “Now, if you would like to look them--” 

He almost jumps out of his seat in shock as you screech loudly abruptly. 

“Oh my god, the Stephen’s will be here any minute now. They have young children. I’ve got to get that dildo out of there!”

You drop your bags and begin to teeter on your heels towards the entrance again. Yeosang starts to grumble under his breath. “I should have never exchanged my cookies for grapes in grade school.”

You stride towards where the dildo is unfortunately lying on its side. You remove the scarf wrapped around you and use it to cover your hand while you pick up the discarded toy.

You hold it outwards and practically run towards your shop, head moving back and forth, desperate for no one to see you. You manage to make it back with no witnesses.

“Oh Morgan's tits, couldn't you have thrown it out in a dumpster or something? It's probably cursed!” Yeosang complains. 

You move towards the garbage under your desk to throw it out.

“Not out here!” Yeosang hisses but it's too late. “The Stephen's are here, hide it, quick!”

You toss your scarf and the dildo under your desk. You sit and steeple your fingers, smiling. “Samantha. Darrin. How good to see you!”

It's not until you're home that you realize that you accidentally tossed the dildo into your bag. Wasn't your bag on your desk though?

You shrug your shoulders. Oh well. You pull out your scarf, and by some curse of Hecate, the dildo tumbles to the floor. On instinct, you grasp it by the cock to catch it and then grimace.

“Oh gross,” you complain, dropping it to the floor. It lands on its stand. “Maybe Yeosang is right, maybe it is cursed.”

You contemplate it for a moment and decide to cleanse it of its curse. What if you throw it away and someone else comes across it? It would be better if you were a good Samaritan, right?

So you take it to your bathroom and dig out the cleansing salts you keep in your bathroom drawer. But the bag is empty.

“I know we learned a cleansing incantation in class,” You mutter under your breath.

Deciding to wing it, you find some soap and start to wash the dildo in the sink. You try to think of the spell but instead the image of your arch nemesis comes to mind.

“Fucking Jeong Yunho,” you growl.

At first, he's smirking in your memory because of your failed incantation in class, something he was much better than you at. But then, as you wrap your fingers around the dildo to spread the soap, you imagine him on a bed, your hands wrapped around his cock. You're sucked into your mind's eye, so you don't notice the dildo growing in length in your hands. 

You feel yourself getting wet at the idea of jerking Yunho off. He used to wear those grey sweats that left nothing to the imagination. You think about shoving your hands down them and teasing him.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers in your mind's eye. “Don't touch me like that.”

“Like what, Yuyu?” You wonder, using both hands now to lather up the dildo.

“I don't--” His lips curl inwards like he wants to deny his next set of words. “I don't want to feel good from your touch.”

You shake your head and drop the dildo. What the fuck were you doing? You immediately wash the dildo off of the suds, and put it on a towel to air dry in your bath. You'd call a classmate tomorrow--certainly not Yunho-- and see if they can't help you with a cleansing incantation.

Clearly it was time for bed.

Except you can't fall asleep. You toss and turn but your brain just can't turn off. Neither can you pussy either, apparently. You keep clenching your thighs together but you're not finding any release. 

“Oh fuck it,” You groan and turn over to dig into your bedside table. 

You grab your pill vibrator and turn it on but--it doesn’t. 

“The fuck?” You mutter to yourself. “I swear to Hecate that I charged this.”

You get up, grumbling, and go find your spelled circle that charges up your magical items. You place your vibrator on it and return to bed.

Except you're still turned on. You spread your legs and touch yourself but your touch is too soft, your fingers not long enough. You only frustrate yourself some more. 

There is a solution…

“I'm crazy,” You say, getting up and making your way to the bathroom.

You find yourself grabbing the damn dildo that you had cleaned and stomping back to your bed. You wiggle until you're comfortable, pillows propping you up, and then you get a good look at the dildo.

It's… you cock your head as you look at it. Wasn't it your basic bitch flimsy dildo earlier? Upon further inspection, it was firmer than you remembered and it had a switch for vibration. 

You shrug, counting on your bad short term memory and turn it on. In a very short time, you've teased your clit with the vibration tip and you're wet enough to push the toy inside of you.

Except why can't you get the image of your old arch nemesis out of your head? The previous imagining of him as a whiney sub didn't fit right now, for whatever reasons that your mindset had changed. 

Now, as you tease the tip of the dildo up and down your slit, all you can imagine is Yunho riling you up like he used to.

“You want this, don't you?” He smirks, watching as the underside of his cock is getting coated by your wetness. 

You shake your head. Why Yunho? Why not Yeosang, who was your normal fapping material? 

You imagine Yeosang looking down his nose despite your protests that this might ruin your friendship. Yeosang's arm flexes as he runs a finger down the center of your body…

…and turns into Yunho triumphantly pushing into your aching cunt.

“Merlin’s beard,” You gasp as Yunho's cock stretches your walls.

“Look at how well you fucking take my cock, Little Witch.”

Why wouldn't this bastard stay out of your wet dreams?

“I've had longer,” You reach for an air of unimpressedness.

You can imagine Yunho’s eyes darkening as they did when you got the upper hand in anything against him. “Then you’ll have no trouble if I double the pace.”

“Wait, Yunho--!” You work the dildo inside of you quickly, drinking in the instant pleasure that you had been craving since the idea of jerking off your old classmate. 

“Oh fuck that is so good,” You can’t help but moan. 

“Poor little horny witch needed her arch nemesis’s cock to get dumb on, hmmm?” Yunho provokes you, without pause in his thrusting. 

“Hnnnn, Yu-yu-” You’re given a reprieve as you slow down, losing the quick pace and going back to a pleasurable slow build. 

“I knew you couldn't keep up that pace,” You shoot back. “Probably nut within two minutes of being in a pussy. I just know those rumors about you back at college weren't it.”

You adjust your position, sliding further down your cushions, your lower half elevated, so that you could get a better angle with the dildo. And then you began that brutal pace that was making you moan loudly in the privacy of your bedroom. You had no sweet clue why the idea of Yunho degrading you in bed was turning you on but you were here for it, if it gave you release.

“Is this rough enough for you?” Yunho is snarling now. “LIke the feel of balls slapping against your ass, do you, Little Witch? I’ll fuck you for so long that you’ll be crying for release.”

…what monster had you created?

For hours you edged yourself, denying your orgasm again and again. At some point you questioned your sanity, because was this really what you wanted? You started to feel like you weren’t exactly in control; that this image of Yunho was pushing for his wants over your own. Because surely you could come if you wanted to, could you not?

You whimper and whine as the cursed dildo moves in and out of your gushing cunt. You are beyond wet, your cum dribbling down your perineum and coating your asshole. 

“Please, Yunho, let me come,” You whine.

You can imagine your worst enemy bracing himself above you, watching how your sweet cunt is taking every inch of him without protest. “No, Little Witch, I don't think I will.”

You moan loudly, canting your hips upwards to find more friction but Yunho places a large, firm hand that encompasses your hip bone and pelvis to hold you in place. Your next breath out is another whine.

“I need to come, please, Yunho!” You beg again.

Your legs widen so that your clit can come in contact with his pelvis as he grinds into you. The sparks that come from that have you swallowing loudly and moaning all over again.

The cursed dildo has adapted to your desires, growing prongs that grate slowly, imitating Yunho’s fingers slowly teasing your clit.

“Yunho, oh my god, Yunho.” Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of him slowly fucking your loose cunt and the dull edge of his long fingers torturing you.

“I'll never tire of hearing you beg me with my name on your lips,” Yunho chuckles cruelly. “Who knew you'd be such a good cocksleeve for me?”

Your pride takes a hit, but Yunho’s cock is sliding along that spongy part inside of you, and it makes you choke on another long, drawn out moan. “Fuck you,” You whisper.

Yunho’s fingers pinch the hood of your clit, rubbing it between his finger and thumb, giving you pleasure but not enough to get you off. “I think you need a position change.”

You whimper as you turn around, keeping your face against your sheets but your ass in the air. The dildo continues to make messy work out of you, rubbing your clit and moving in and out of your sopping hole. 

Yunho clucked his tongue in disappointment. “Face down, ass up for your arch nemesis, this is kinda sad.”

You didn’t respond, so caught up in the dual pleasure and the fact that you could feel your climax coming to a point. “Yu-yu-yunho,” You stutter. 

“I can feel the way you’re clenching down on me,” Yunho chuckles. 

His hips stop moving and his fingers are crudely inserted into your mouth. He tugs you upwards, his fingers pulling your cheek, until you’re upright on your knees. Then he pushes two fingers down on your tongue. 

“Taste how fucking wet you are for me,” Yunho growls.

You whimper again, doing as commanded, if only to guarantee that he’ll continue fucking you. You swirl your tongue around his fingers. 

“You really would do anything I said just to get to come, wouldn’t you?” Yunho says lowly into the shell of your ear. 

Once Yunho removes his fingers, you start to plead. “What do you want?”

“Mmm, I dunno,” Yunho hums. 

His hips, however, begin back up again and you fall into a stupor. You desperately try to doggy-paddle back into some lucidity. 

“Come inside me?” You offer weakly.

Yunho scoffs. “I could do that at any time. Come on, you can do better than that.”

“Fuck my face?” You grasp at straws.

“It would be nice to see you choke on my cock, but I rather like where I’m at right now,” Yunho deflects.

His wet fingers tweak your sensitive nipples into stiff peaks and you moan airily. “Yunho, please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Yunho wonders. 

“Jesus Christ, Yunho, just fucking let me come already!” You beg.

Yunho pulls out and you just about break into a sob. You are literally a quivering mess right now. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.”

That’s when you feel Yunho prodding at your asshole. Covered in your wetness already, and Yunho’s cock coated in it as well, he’s able to push past the tight ring. The sensation feels wonderful. His steady but slow pace should be torturous considering how much you had wished him to fuck you faster in your cunt, but this way you feel him fill you up utterly, every inch and it only makes you clench down on nothing in your pussy. 

“How’s that?” Yunho wonders lowly. 

“S-so good,” You moan.

“God, you’ll even let me fuck your cute little asshole, won’t you?” Yunho chuckles with dark amusement. “I really had no clue you’d be the perfect cocksleeve.”

For a moment, all you can hear is the slow susurration of Yunho’s cock filling you to the brim. When his hips meet the flesh of your ass, you arch your back. “Give it to me, Yunho, please, it feels so fucking good,” You moan.

“If only I had two cocks, huh?” Yunho jokes. “Then you’d never leave my bed.”

“Oh god,” You gasp as you feel something else prod your pussy lips. 

The dildo has adapted once again. The cock going in your ass is ribbed so that for every half inch that goes inside of you, your ass has to suck in a ring. Then the cock pushing inside of your pussy has spaced out, raised dots, that pass over the spongy part inside of you. And then, the little rabbit ears to play with your clit. 

“Yunho, I can't,” you cry. Drool pools into the sheets below you, feeling over stimulated and over pleasured.

“Yes you can, you can take it all, Little Witch,” Yunho encourages you. “You’ve got such a greedy body, fuck, you are clenching down on me with both holes, I can’t believe it.”

“Yunho, Yunho, please, please let me come. Come in all my holes. Rub me through another orgasm even if I tell you no, that I'm too sensitive. Fucking take me every night until the new moon, just let me come, please?”

If you had been less fucked out of your skull, you might have noticed that Yunho perked up at the new negotiations. “Every night until the new moon?”

Tears of desperation are running down your face. “Yes. Yes, please, now let me come.”

Yunho’s fingers roughly rub your clit at a faster pace. The cock in your ass moves slowly, making you feel each rib move out, as the cock in your cunt thrusts into you deeper and faster.

“Oh, I'm gonna come, Yunho, oh my god, please, mmmm, please it feels so good, make me come. Fuck me good, Yunho, please,” You babble. 

You're desperate for it. You need it, it's beyond a want, you'll simply die if you don't come. The pleasure is so good and all-encompassing. You just want to come and pass out, if you're being honest.

“Every night I'm coming to your witch’s hut. I'm going to claim you over and over again in your bed. You're going to come on my cock so many times, you'll wish you never picked up my cursed dildo,” Yunho whispers into your ear. “Now, come, Little Witch.”

Your body convulses as you come so hard, you're not sure if you black out or you see stars. Either way, the pleasure courses through every nerve in your body. You cry out. You chant Yunho’s name. And you squirt on your bed, adding to the natural fluids already coating your sheets.

“Oh fuck yes,” Yunho moans, and he's not that far behind you. You feel him fill up both of your holes with his hot seed. Like your pussy needed to be any sloppier than it already was.

You collapse with the dildo still inside of you and fall into a deep sleep.

You only realize it when you wake up with a moan. Your eyes fly open as you realize it was your moan. You pant heavily and you feel like you just came. But how?

Sometime after you had passed out, you had turned onto your side, the way you naturally slept. You glance down your body and see that the dildo is still inside of you and it's moving on its own accord.

You move to your back and grip the base tightly. You see a flash of Yunho on a broom but it's gone when you pull the dildo out of you. It comes out of you with a loud, embarrassing squelch.

“What the fuck?” You curse, staring at the dildo on your bed.

A dark shadow forms in front of you, with the symbol of a five star and a circle around it. A quick glance at your grandfather clock tells you it's way too late for anyone to be calling on you.

You grab a spiderweb silk robe, and wrap it around you. Your jaw drops to the ground when you see that it's Yunho, your old classmate.

Yunho is bracing himself against your door, panting. He's sweating and his hair is sticking to his skin. A faint blush is dotted over his face.

“Do you… always… fall asleep… with your… toys… in you?” He says in between gasps.

Then it hits you. Yeosang had been right all along. The dildo had been cursed. And who better to have cursed it than your arch nemesis? 

You folded your arms under your chest. “I knew you were rotten to the core but really?” 

Yunho has the audacity to smirk at you. “Totally worth it. Got you begging and pleading for me, my name a spell on your lips. And you agreed to let me fuck you every night until the new moon.”

You feel heat shoot up your chest, lick up your neck and scorch your cheeks. “You asshole. Coercion by curse is illegal!”

Yunho raises his chin. “Are you going to take me before the Tree?”

The Tree, where witches and warlocks used to be hung, was now where the local government held trials. You weren't about to explain to the local authorities that you had fucked yourself with a random dildo that turned out cursed because you had been horny and desperate.

When your silence was all the affirmation Yunho needed, he responded with, “So, I'll see you tomorrow night?”

You roll your eyes and slam the door in your arch nemesis’ face. But secretly? You couldn't wait for tomorrow night for the real deal.

[k-pop-ology]

I've had to reread this one like 4 times in order to come to the conclusion that . . . FACK

I get too into this one bro... I forget to make notes.... I guess that automatically makes this a favorite 🤩

[sanjoongie]

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🌿Pairing: Bunny Familiar! Park Seonghwa x Witch! Reader (f) ft Warlock! Hongjoong and Familiar! Wooyoung 🐇Genre: smut 🌿Au: fantasy, modern fantasy, witch, modern witch, hybrid 🐇Trope: witch/familiar 🌿Inspo: taken from netflix's sabrina the teenage witch by way of familiars 🐇Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!! 🌿Word Count: 4,129 🐇Warnings: (hold onto your tits its a long one) mxm (happens offscreen but mentioned frequently), mean! dom! reader, sub! hwa, sloppy seconds, mentioned anal, mentioned tail tugging, mentioned praise, degradation, tail play, hair pulling, mentions of animal sacrifice(not described), monster cum gathering, dacryphilia, tear consuming, washing a grown man, dry cum on fur, mentioned biting, fingering (m), begging, orgasm denial, threat of nails against cock and balls, sub-headspace, jealous sub turns dom, dubcon, manhandling, sex without protection, lip biting, possessive fucking, claiming with cum(?), creampie, praise kink, cum eating, cleaning a cock after it fucked you with your mouth, using bodily fluids for spells 🌿Summary: when your bunny familiar comes home with a dirty tail, you know exactly what happened but part of the punishment is getting him to admit it... and by cleaning his tail 🐇Beta'd by: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland 🌿Author’s Note: this is my walk of shame. i've been 5 months seonghwa sober (no natural inspiration to write him) and this was the straw that broke the camels back. all because i have a ddeongbyeol and i noticed that it's tail was getting dirty 😭 enjoy my misery

🐇divider by @cursed-carmine

“Bun,” you clucked your tongue in disappointment as you ran a hand up your familiar's tail. “How in the world did you get your tail so dirty?”

Seonghwa, the bunny shifting familiar, was currently in your large square tub, the water running and the bubbles frothing, on his hands and knees. He was trembling, not in fear or cold, but because of how you were touching his very sensitive tail. 

He licked his lips nervously before replying. “I--” he cut his own self off by moaning as you smoothed it down after pushing it up. “Please.”

You clucked your tongue again. “This isn't going to do, at all.”

Seonghwa whined as you started to stroke up his tail again. His thighs quivered. “I'm sorry my tail is so dirty.”

You shook your head. “That's just not good enough, Seonghwa. I spent so much time grooming you and you let Joongie get you so dirty?”

Seonghwa began to tear up. “It felt so good. He kept tugging my tail and he fucked me so good. He called me a good bunny. I am a good bunny.”

Your hand smoothed down Seonghwa’s tail for the umpteenth time and this time you caressed up his spine. Seonghwa's ears twitched, flopped forward really. Your hand ran through his hair at the nape of his neck and then you wretched his head back until he was upright but still on his knees.

“Hongjoong is a tricksy little warlock that touches things that aren't his. Who spent months gathering moon bunny blood by sitting still by a dead tree's stump and luring them into her lap with trust and stillness? Who combed through acres of meadows to find five leaf pink clovers? Who petted and stroked all the dumb goblins in order to gather eau du seduction? All in the act of summoning you?”

“You did, Mistress,” Seonghwa whimpered.

You leaned in and licked the tear that had finally escaped one of Seonghwa’s eyes. Tears were power, you see. And you had all the power over Seonghwa.

You yanked your familiar's head down until you could whisper into his soft rabbit ear. “Then if it was me who summoned you and me who worked so hard to gather the items to summon you and me who wished for you in the first place, why in the world do you let that warlock get your tail so dirty, Seonghwa?”

Tears were now steadily streaming down Seonghwa’s face. He wasn't sad, he was remorseful, but you could tell in his eyes, that were blown out to kingdom come, that he had no regrets. 

“Because,” Seonghwa hiccoped. “It feels so good.”

You pushed Seonghwa, releasing his hair, and he stumbled into the tub's water that was getting higher and more bubbly, catching himself palms down. His large shoulders shook as he quietly sobbed.

And when you smoothed your hand down his little cotton tail again, he wailed. “Please, Mistress, please let me make it up to you.”

You folded your arms under your chest and raised an eyebrow at your familiar. “What makes you think I would want you when you let that warlock run his grimy hands all over your pretty body, Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa dug his teeth into his lower lip, looking hopeful. “Because you did all that gathering for items to summon me, this version of me, that is perfect for you?”

The longer you stared in silence at Seonghwa, the droopier his ears got. And also the more his cock twitched against his taunt stomach.

“I'm going to have to clean your tail, Seonghwa,” You said finally.

Said tail flicked back and forth hopefully. “And then?”

You sighed. “We'll see, Bun. Wash first.”

You grabbed a washcloth and dunked it beneath the faucet. You turned off the water and wrung the washcloth out of water. 

Seonghwa’s tail wiggled in anticipation.

“Seonghwa,” You said his name in warning. “I can't wash your tail when it's like that.”

Your familiar became ramrod still, like a rabbit caught out in the open. When he turned his head around to figure out when you would begin, you had to will the soft look off your face. It wouldn't do for him to think you would be any less firm with him after he acted out.

You took the washcloth and smoothed it down his little cotton tail, dampening it well. But it was the underside that was truly filthy; covered in that greedy warlock’s cum, like he had been trying to brand your familiar. 

You began to grumble as you ran the washcloth along Seonghwa’s asscheek. It was then that you noticed the bite marks. That was when you started to get a sneer on your face.

“Seonghwa, did he bite you?” You said lowly.

Seonghwa let out a groan. “It was so good.”

You continued to move upwards, running the fabric along the underside of his tail. Then you gripped his tail between your fingers and thumb roughly. You leaned down so that your head was on level with Seonghwa’s.

“Was it good, Bun?” You said in a fake-sweet voice.

You could hear Seonghwa swallow. “I--”

“You let him rub his fucking cock all over your soft cotton tail and bite your soft bronze skin. You let him brand you just to rub it in my face?” You continued to mock-coo.

Seonghwa’s lips pushed out in a self-preserving pout. “I didn't think--”

You gripped Seonghwa’s chin harshly. “That's the problem, isn't it? You don't think. You're just stuffed with a tiny little cock and you close your beautiful eyes and--”

“I'm sorry,” Seonghwa said in a strained voice. You glance down between his legs and his cock is dripping-wet with precum. Your big bunny is worked up over this and you can't seem to be able to let it go.

“Sorry?” You said in a flat tone.

Seonghwa visibly flinched at the change. He knew he was in deep shit.

“Sorry enough to stop him from filling you up like a goddamn cream puff?” You demanded.

Your fingers, covered in the washcloth, found his puckered hold and pushed in. Seonghwa moaned loudly, eyes rolling into the back of his head. You knew there were traces of Hongjoong still inside of Seonghwa. And Seonghwa had been fucked well enough that he was loose enough to take what you had to give him.

“Sorry enough not to empty your balls when he hit that special spot inside of you, hmmm?” You hummed, pulling your fingers out of him.

You dipped the washcloth back into the water, to clean it and wrung it out again. You took the time to study your slutty bunny. 

He was panting in need and want. He had already been fucked and petted and here he was, shaking for you yet still.

“You're such a greedy guts,” You scolded him.

“Don't stop,” Seonghwa whimpered. “Please don't stop.”

You brushed your free hand that wasn't clutching the washcloth down his back again, admiring its curve. “Up, on your knees now, Bun.”

Seonghwa raised himself cautiously, eyes staying on you as you moved around him. You washed his arms and shoulders. You washed his chest and stomach. Then you clucked at the state of his cock.

“What am I going to do with you?”

Hopefully, Seonghwa said, “Pat me dry and hold me?”

“No, I don’t think so,” You drawled.

Then, quick as lightning, your hand reached out and wrapped around his length. You pumped it quickly, causing Seonghwa to cry out at finally getting touched where he ached the most. Except you never intended to let him come. You jerked him off efficiently, twisting your wrist when you got to his cockhead, spreading his precum even more along his length. 

Just as he was about to come, his hips working viciously to fuck your hand, and his head cast back, you let go and Seonghwa let out a choked moan. 

“Mi--miss--mistress,” Seonghwa’s pupils were blown. He looked beyond fucked out, his lips puffy from biting down on them. “Wh-why?”

“Did you really think I was going to let you come, Bun?” You said throatily. 

You watched with a critical eye as his cock twitched against his stomach, straining but getting nothing but air wrapped around it. 

His entire body heaved with his frustration and heavy breathing. “No,” he said dejectedly.

You reached down again, between his legs, ghosting your sharp nails against his balls, drawn tight against his body. He shivered at the vague threat, but his cock weeped in happiness. “The next time I spend hours on your cute little tail, brushing it and fluffing it up, you better not let that fucking warlock dirty it up again, do you hear me, Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa's eyes were vacant as your nails traced up the sensitive skin of his shaft. So easy to put your slutty bunny in a headspace, no wonder Hongjoong managed to get him to bend over for him each and every time. 

“Bun?” You purred, pressing the pad of your thumb against his slit. 

He let out a breathy whine but you saw him shake off the brain fog slightly. “I won’t.”

You knew that was a lie but at least he was acknowledging your statements. 

Your other hand that wasn’t torturing his cock with light strokes of your nails against him, unconsciously moved towards his now clean and dry cotton tail. You stroked it upwards, causing Seonghwa’s eyes to roll into the back of his head again.  

“Don’t we prefer a nice fluffy tail that’s clean?” You murmured. “That way we can pet it and stroke it, hmmm?” 

“Yes.” Seonghwa nodded, in limbo between heaven and hell. You weren’t giving him enough to push him towards a climax but it was just enough between his cock and his tail being played with that he was feeling good. 

That’s exactly where you wanted him. 

“Good,” You agreed and pulled your hands away. “Dry the rest of your body. I’m done with cleaning you and the stink of that fucking warlock off of you.”

You left the bathroom with a swish of your wide pants, and moved down the hallway towards your workroom. You had been interrupted by your very guilty familiar whining about being dirty. His clothes had been so disheveled and his hair mussed that you knew immediately that he had been a bad bunny again. 

You eyed the dried rosehip pile and flipped through the pages of your tome on skin tonics. Your anti-aging potions are quite popular right now. You just needed--

A symbol burned into the air near you, the moon cycle with an hourglass. It was a witch’s or warlock’s calling card to advise they were here to visit on formal business. The air smelled like burnt wood and fresh snow. 

“Merlin’s beard,” You cursed under your breath.

You strode towards your front entrance, just in time it seemed, because someone was still partially dressed but also rushing to the door. You pointed an accusatory finger at your familiar, who had only donned his trousers, they weren’t even properly buttoned up and the suspenders still hanging downwards.

“Don’t you even think about answering the door. Especially not like that. I swear to god, you only think with your pretty cock, goddamn it Seonghwa!” You made a shooing motion. “Go back into the kitchen and make me some tea. For me. Just me. With my favorite fox cup and saucer.” When Seonghwa blinked at you, bless his empty head, you rolled your eyes. “Go now, or I will lock you in your bunny form for the rest of the day!”

You cleared your throat and opened the thick mahogany door with its pretty stained glass. You leaned against the doorframe and put on a welcoming smile.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Joongie?”

Hongjoong’s lips curled up at the ends, constantly reminding you of a kitty cat. “I can see by your lovely mood that you found my present.”

You cocked your head. “Your present?” Your smile soured into a barely-held-back derisive smirk. “If you mean by my familiar, molested by a pushy little warlock, then yes, he is back in my care and clean as a whistle.”

Hongjoong shook his head, lightly chuckling. “All my hard work has gone down the drain already? How tragic.”

You couldn't help but curl your fingers into a fist. “Why are you here?”

Hongjoong took in your fists and smirked even wider. “I’ve come to repay you for the use of your familiar.”

You started to laugh in the back of your throat until it became louder and more bitter and grew into a near maniacal belly laugh. “Kim Hongjoong, do you want to die today?”

Hongjoong leaned in close, his face dark with barely-withheld glee. “Wooyoung thought it would be a great idea.”

“Let me get this straight,” You said coolly while inspecting your fingernails. “Not only did you think it was a good idea to fuck my familiar. You thought it would be special to send him home with his shame. And, you let your familiar suggest that he could substitute for what is rightfully mine?”

Hongjoong nodded, running his tongue along his teeth. “Mhmm,” He agreed nonverbally.

Your picture perfect, polite smile was back in place. “I hope your barriers are in place because I’m about to send you nasty hex via raven.” 

You promptly slammed your door in Hongjoong’s face. That was satisfying, at least. 

“Oh Bunny!” You said in a singsong voice as you stomped towards your kitchen. 

Seonghwa was sitting at the tiny table, finishing the preparation for your tea with some sugarcubes. He pushed his lips together and rubbed them nervously. “Mistress?”

“Nevermind the tea,” You purred, running a fingertip along his jawline. 

Seonghwa blinked at you several times, his ears flopping backwards and forwards, another sign of nervousness. “No tea? But it’s lavender and camomile.”

“Did you plan on putting me to sleep, Bun?” You wondered.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened in worry. “No, I just thought you might be feeling high-strung after speaking with Hongjoong.”

You made a noise of amusement. “Me? High-strung after talking to Hongjoong? No.”

You shoved your hands unceremoniously down Seonghwa’s trousers. You found his length still quivering-hard, the tip still dripping with precum. “Mistress, please,” Seonghwa begged for the thousandth time.

“Why are you so hard, Seonghwa?” You demanded, the tooth-rotting sweetness belaying the depths of your anger.

“You haven’t let me come yet,” Seonghwa whined. 

“Is that so?” You purred. “It’s not because Hongjoong was at the door and you were having dirty little thoughts?”

Seonghwa shook his head vehemently. “No, Mistress, no, I’m not hard because of Hongjoong’s presence.”

You pulled your hand out of Seonghwa’s pants and immediately wrapped your fingers around his wrist and started to tug him behind you as you made your way to his bedroom. “Good.”

“Good?” Seonghwa squeaked. The poor, dumb bunny had good enough instincts to know that he was still in trouble but not enough brains to figure out how to get out of them. 

“Yes, good,” You reiterated. “You’re going to stay hard too.”

“Please, I’ve been a good bunny. I didn’t come and I was still as you cleaned me!” Seonghwa wailed. 

“Oh, I still have big plans for you, Bunny,” You declared out loud. 

“What big plans?” Seonghwa asked, pouting again. 

You let go of Seonghwa and began to dig into his drawers until you found a nice flowing white top. You dressed him and put the suspenders back on his shoulders where they belonged. Then you finished buttoning his trousers up, so that they were tight against his pelvis and waist; the perfect torture for a bunny who was hard still. 

“You’ll never guess what Hongjoong just came over here to offer,” You purred, tapping Seonghwa’s nose teasingly.

Seonghwa’s nose twitched at the touch. “What?”

“Why, seeing as how he gets to dirty up my bunny all the time, he was offering his own familiar as recompense.”

“Oh no, Mistress, you wouldn't like Wooyoung,” Seonghwa shook his head, his ears jerking with the action. “No, you can't!”

You raised your eyebrows at your familiar. “No? No, as in, you will not allow me? No, as in, I can’t touch another familiar other than you?”

Seonghwa winced but pushed onwards. He was persistent and stubborn about this. Last time he had a dalliance with Hongjoong, you had begun to prepare a spell for another familiar summoning and he just about lost it. 

“I know I’m a bad bunny, but you can’t have any fun with Wooyoung. That’s not allowed. What if you like him better than me? What if you finally send me away?” Seonghwa declared.

You didn’t have a chance to answer him. Or rather, he didn’t give you a chance to answer him. Seonghwa grabbed your upper arms and pushed you to his bed. His lips slanted across yours and his tongue was mapping the inside of your mouth desperately. 

You protested but this time Seonghwa actually used his physical upperhand against you, when typically he was quite pliant when you manhandled him. Your muffled objections went unanswered as Seonghwa began to unbutton your pants. Once he yanked both your pants and your underwear down, he bent you in half, continuing to use his broad shoulders and size against you. 

You struggled as his hands went to his pants to unbutton them. Even as you bit down on his lip, Seonghwa groaned with desire, the shot of pain only adding to the moment. He only stopped kissing you while watching as his cockhead slid through your wet folds and then he finally sunk down inside of you. 

“Seonghwa, what are you doing?” 

There was no getting to him now, he was inside of you and he was immediately pussydrunk, the damn fool. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted as your channel encompassed his length. 

“Seonghwa, you little shit. You already got fucked by Hongjoong and now you think you can fuck your witch?”

“Mmmm, so good, Mistress,” Seonghwa moaned softly, slowly pulling out and then resheathing himself in your wet, warm heat. “You feel so good around me. Nothing feels better.”

You rolled your eyes. “As fucking if nothing feels better, Seonghwa!”

“I’m going to fill you up,” Seonghwa said, his eyes suddenly clear and determined. 

“N-no, no you’re not, Bunny, you know the rules, you’re not allowed--” You had to swallow down a moan of your own. After teasing and torturing Seonghwa, you were so primed to be fucked, this wasn’t going to end well on your end. All your hard work went down the drain because Seonghwa finally decided to be dominant for once. 

“You can’t play with Wooyoung, Mistress, you’re not allowed. And if I come inside you, then your body will reject anything else,” Seonghwa informed you. 

“What are you--” You barely swallowed down another moan. “Seonghwa, wait a damn minute!”

The damn bunny was jackhammering inside of you now. You weren’t sure if he was urged on by your pussy clamping down on him eagerly or by his own desire to see you filled up, but his pace was getting brutal. 

“You witches and warlocks think that you got the idea to summon us in the first place, but what your tomes and tablets don’t tell you is that before we were familiars, we were monsters. We searched out you in the forests and your huts, and claimed you as our own. We were attracted to your magic and sought to claim you. Our cum will shut down any other familiar looking to mate with you and claim you. That is why you’re always instructed to never let a familiar come inside of you. And that’s exactly why I’m going to do it now. Then you’ll never be able to fuck Wooyoug. I won’t allow it.”

You were so distracted by the information that Seonghwa had just unloaded on you that you were unable to focus on an incantation that just might stop him from doing what he wanted. Seonghwa kissed you again, this time, seductive and taking advantage of his full lips. You were lost for a moment in the sensory overload that Seonghwa was in this moment. 

Until the moment he stole your breath away, and made you come. Your climax snuck up on you and slapped you on the ass, so to speak. You moaned into Seonghwa’s mouth as you came so thoroughly and utterly, that you were boneless when it was complete. 

Seonghwa succeeded in his mission, pressing his hips against your ass, and coming so deep inside of you that you could almost imagine he was filling up your womb. You could feel his smile of accomplishment against your lips, as he rode his climax, continuing to fuck you until he had filled you up completely. 

And still, your familiar did not let up on you. He kept you bent in half, pressed against his bed, despite his cock finally softening inside of you. You could feel his cum dripping out of you without the plug of his hard cock. 

“Seonghwa, get off of me,” You commanded, pressing a hand to his shoulder. 

He smiled down at you, sure and crooked, eyes taking in your now disheveled state. “No, I think I like us right where we are, right now.”

It seemed that there was only one way to get out of this: honey rather than vinegar. 

“That was so good,” You cooed. 

Seonghwa leaned his head as if he wanted to press his cheek against the palm of your hand, but your hands were pinned by his own. He let them go so that you could complete your praise with the hand gesture. 

“My good bunny, fucked me so good, I became a puddle in his bed,” You continued to dote on him. 

“I told you I’m a good bunny,” Seonghwa insisted. 

Your hand moved up his head, to rub his ears between your finger and thumb. Seonghwa’s foot started to twitch in response. “Such a good bunny. Filled me up too, didn’t you? So much of your cum swimming inside of me now.”

Seonghwa nodded, his pleased-as-punch look glowing from his face. “Mine.”

Your hand traced his neck, feathered down his spine and at long last you found the key to his defeat. Once you petted down his little cottontail, he melted into your body, becoming boneless himself. You petted and petted his tail, slowly luring him into a false sense of security. You were able to bring your legs down and wiggle until you had Seonghwa’s head braced against your collarbones, head tucked into your neck, kissing his ever-twitching nose, and petting that perfect little tail of his. You could feel his cock stirring inside of you, but that was a given, playing with his tail. 

“Such a smart little bun, aren’t you, Seonghwa?” You said in a soft whisper. 

He frowned, however miniscule in his blissed-out state. “You’re going to make me come again if you keep playing with my tail like that, Mistress,” He warned you. 

You moved down his body, licking his cock covered in his cum and your wetness, petting and stroking his tail. “You can come whenever you want, Seonghwa, don’t you think you deserve it?”

“Mmmm,” Seonghwa hummed in agreement, folding his arms behind his head. “I deserve it.”

You took his entire length in your mouth, careful to suck and clean all of his cum from his cock, but you did not swallow. 

So comfortable was your big dumb bunny, that he drifted off, not even able to think of why you were being so nice to him after he did such a bad thing. You were able to spit his cum and your wetness into a goblet. You broke some wax from a candle on your desk, added in some more of your spit for good measure, and then began to chant softly. 

You watched as your spell drifted and shifted, blue-green light twinkling with the threat you had created. The light wrapped itself around Seonghwa. That’s when it took place. Seonghwa shifted into his other form, an actual rabbit. And that was how he was going to stay until you decided otherwise. 

Now you just had to figure out how to reverse the effects of your cunt rejecting anything else entering you. You had a feeling you were going to have to call on that favor Hongjoong owed you. He was the reason this whole situation had occurred, of course. 

And maybe, just maybe, if you fixed everything, you might take him up on his offer of his familiar as well. Payback’s a bitch and you had her name written down for an i-o-u.

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Seonghwa began to tear up. “It felt so good. He kept tugging my tail and he fucked me so good. He called me a good bunny. I am a good bunny.”

Your hand smoothed down Seonghwa’s tail for the umpteenth time and this time you caressed up his spine. Seonghwa's ears twitched, flopped forward really. Your hand ran through his hair at the nape of his neck and then you wretched his head back until he was upright but still on his knees.

- oh no... im in for a good one 🫪

Seonghwa’s lips pushed out in a self-preserving pout. “I didn't think--”

You gripped Seonghwa’s chin harshly. “That's the problem, isn't it? You don't think. You're just stuffed with a tiny little cock and you close your beautiful eyes and--”

-AHHH I love how MEAN 🫣

-hwa is so perfect as a brat, such a strong face only to whimper.... URGHHHHHHH

“Good,” You agreed and pulled your hands away. “Dry the rest of your body. I’m done with cleaning you and the stink of that fucking warlock off of you.”

- he.... him.... I want himmmmmmmmmmm

- SO MEAN 🤩

“Don’t you even think about answering the door. Especially not like that. I swear to god, you only think with your pretty cock, goddamn it Seonghwa!” You made a shooing motion. “Go back into the kitchen and make me some tea. For me. Just me. With my favorite fox cup and saucer.” When Seonghwa blinked at you, bless his empty head, you rolled your eyes. “Go now, or I will lock you in your bunny form for the rest of the day!”

-i love him I love him I love him I love him

You shoved your hands unceremoniously down Seonghwa’s trousers. You found his length still quivering-hard, the tip still dripping with precum. “Mistress, please,” Seonghwa begged for the thousandth time.

-mistress is pulling me in OMG ☺️

“I know I’m a bad bunny, but you can’t have any fun with Wooyoung. That’s not allowed. What if you like him better than me? What if you finally send me away?” Seonghwa declared.

- and then he gon do this AHHHHHHHH bad bun 😵‍💫

There was no getting to him now, he was inside of you and he was immediately pussydrunk, the damn fool. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted as your channel encompassed his length. 

-AaaaAaAHHHhhHHHHHhHH

The damn bunny was jackhammering inside of you now. You weren’t sure if he was urged on by your pussy clamping down on him eagerly or by his own desire to see you filled up, but his pace was getting brutal. 

-im gunna dream about this scene dude

“You witches and warlocks think that you got the idea to summon us in the first place, but what your tomes and tablets don’t tell you is that before we were familiars, we were monsters. We searched out you in the forests and your huts, and claimed you as our own. We were attracted to your magic and sought to claim you. Our cum will shut down any other familiar looking to mate with you and claim you. That is why you’re always instructed to never let a familiar come inside of you. And that’s exactly why I’m going to do it now. Then you’ll never be able to fuck Wooyoug. I won’t allow it.”

-WOAH DAMN

-this switch up is so yummy oh my God

-bro I love how you write hwa, ohh ma godddd. so perfect. He really could do any role, you could write him in any way and I'm eating it ALLLL up

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😈Apart of Soul Chained universe with Wooyoung! and Libido with San! 😈Pairing: Magical Boy! Yeosang x Succubus! Reader (f) ft magical boy Seonghwa and target! Stray Kids' Changbin 😈Genre: smut with some plot 😈Au: magical girl, reversal, demon, succubus 😈Trope: hero/villain 😈Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!! 😈Word Count: 2,679 😈Warnings: proximity aphrodisiac, slight cock torture, dub-con, begging, sex without protection, pussy-drunk, nipple play, denied orgasm, mind-fog, groping, cum eating, oral (f), mentions of jerking off 😈Summary: following a doctor's odd report, Yeosang poses as a patient with the malady of always being hard and aching for release when a certain nurse comes into his room. When the predator becomes the prey, will this magical boy be able to hold out? 😈Author’s Note: kinda hits that this fic has tortured woosansang, you know? 😆 😈divider provided by @cafekitsune

“Good Morning, Changbin. These two gentlemen are here about your maladie. Would you please be so kind as to explain to them exactly what’s been happening to you?”

Seonghwa and Yeosang had been sent to the hospital due to an odd situation that had been occurring there. Dressed in their street clothes, they came to the hospital to investigate the happenstance that sounded like it was exactly in their league of expertise.

Changbin began his story glumly. “So I’ve been in here because I broke my arm, right? Suddenly, a few nights back during the night shift, I got really hard, out of absolutely nowhere. Then this gorgeous nurse comes into my room. She says that it seems there was an unforeseen side effect to my painkillers and she’s come to relieve me of undue stress. Then she gives me the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. Except I don’t get soft after. She makes a note on her clipboard and then leaves.”

Seonghwa tapped his hand to his lip in thought. “Sounds like a succubus, alright.”

The doctor nodded. “I thought so. Changbin isn’t on any pain killers that would have any kind of side effects like he described. Nor would we send in a nurse to… well…” The doctor seemed to have lost his tongue.

“I have an idea,” Yeosang said with his whole chest.

After explaining, both the doctor and Seonghwa voiced their worries. But the hero of our story, Kang Yeosang, was determined and sure he could win the day.

***

You stalked down the hospital hallway, sending out feelers for the horny. Well, not anyone truly had a choice. Any man within thirty meters of you would become undeniably horny. It was the lonely you were looking for. They tended to be the tastiest morsels.

But then your senses glared and you sucked in your breath. What the fuck--who the fuck--was that?!

You smoothed your hands down your stomach, practically trembling with anticipation, and then you pushed open the door into the room where your tasty treat was waiting. 

You were met with a loud moan upon pushing open the door. You quietly closed it and locked it, moving deeper into the room. You paused at the foot of the bed, pulling the clipboard resting there.

“Kang Yeosang, hmmm?” You purred. “It says here you're in for two broken arms, you poor thing.”

Your eyes rose from the clipboard and swept over the beautiful man on the bed. He indeed sported two arms in casts, utterly useless to the pulsing hard on that he was sporting beneath the thin hospital blankets.

“Please,” Yeosang groaned. “I feel so hot.”

You pull the pen from your nurse's outfit and pretend to write something on the clipboard when really all you do is add a heart to the paper. 

“I see you're having an adverse affect to the painkillers we've administered to you,” You evaluated.

“Help me, nurse, please,” Yeosang groaned again, thrashing his legs.

You tapped your pen to your lips. Something was wrong here. This was too good to be true. It was a trap, to be sure. But your pussy was practically pulsing with need, with Yeosang at a disadvantage to stop anything you did to him.

You use the tip of the pen, unclicked of course, do prod at Yeosang hard on. “We'll have to do something about this, sir. We simply cannot have you stressed while you attempt to heal.”

You watched as Yeosang licked his lips. His eyebrows furrowed inwards. “It hurts,” he whined.

You shrugged. To hell with it. This was too good to not take advantage of. You put down the pen and clipboard and climbed on top of the hospital bed. 

You straddled Yeosang, bouncing your ass on top of his cock and he groaned even louder. “Hmm, it seems to be painful. I'll have to take a closer look.”

You go on all fours, pulling down the bedsheets and pulling up Yeosang’s hospital gown. Yeosang hissed as the cool air hit his throbbing cock.

You chucked your tongue. “Now this is just a travesty.” 

His cock continued to jump, several veins prominent along the shaft. His mushroom head was an angry red, with accompanying precum that looked good enough to drink.

You blew on his cock and he yelped in response. He began to twist in the bed. “Please, I'm--please,” he whimpered.

“I'm taking mental notes, sir,” You said with a disapproving tone. “You can't rush the medical profession.

“I really--” Yeosang swallowed loudly, his eyes rolling with desire. “I just really need to be inside something,” he whispered.

“Poor, poor Yeosang,” You said in a mockingly sweet voice. “You couldn't even relieve yourself if you wanted to, hmm? What would you have resorted to? Humping the bed?”

Yeosang began to panting with need. “Puh-puhlease. I need your help.”

“Alright,” you grumbled goodnaturedly. “I'll put you out of your misery, sir.”

You raised your skirt and gripped the base of Yeosang’s cock to hold it vertical and ready for you to spear yourself with it. Even the simple touch of your hand on his cock had Yeosang crying out. He fucked up into your hand, ass clenching as his hips moved upwards.

You tsked at your patient/target. “Sir, I must get you inside of me, do not act up.”

“Feels so good, feels so good,” Yeosang panted, completely ignoring your orders.

“You wait,” You chuckled darkly. “Nothing is like the deep recesses of my cunt.”

With one fluid movement, you took all of Yeosang inside of you, tossing your head back and moaning, relishing the feel of this man that was dripping with sexual energy inside of you. You immediately began to wave your body, adjusting to a tortuous pace that grinded your clit so nicely against Yeosang’s pelvis.

Yeosang was silent, his eyes distant and glassy. He was simply inside of you with minimal friction and he was already dumb for you. Perfection.

“There's a good little patient,” You continued with your sugary sweet tone. “You're doing so good for me. You stay still and I'm going to make you feel so much better.”

Yeosang’s lip pushed out and he shuddered thoroughly as your pussy clenched down on him. “Help me.”

That's when you began to bounce on him, his strong pelvic muscles flexing so that you could do so. You began to pinch and roll your nipples through the nurses outfit, and your tail began to sway lazily, having escaped the confines of your dress upon lifting it.

Slowly, but surely, you began to feed from Yeosang, draining his magical energy. You leaned down to eat at his lips, enjoying the extra flavor of his deep moans. You were in heaven. It was like you were having an appetizer, the main course and dessert, all at the same time. 

“Come on, Yeosang, just a little bit more,” You encouraged, bouncing eagerly on that fat cock of his. “Give me your everything, fill me to the brim, and then I promise you won't hurt anymore.”

“No, you won't hurt anyone anymore,” a different voice said with determination. “Shooting Star Confusion!”

Suddenly, your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Who were you? What were you doing? What was that delicious feeling curling in your stomach?

“Seog--seonghwa, I can't stop fucking her. Her power is still strong even with your confusion powers!” The man under your stuttered.

Seonghwa muttered under his breath, wrapping two arms around your waist and pulled you off the bed. “How the hell are we going to bring her back to HQ then? She already owns your dick.”

You giggled, empty headed but for the thought of Seonghwa’s length pressing up against your backside as well. “I own yours too.”

Seonghwa cursed. “This is a mess. I don’t know why I agreed to this, Yeosang. Hongjoong is going to kill us both.”

Yeosang, with his hair plastered to his face, sweat making his hospital gown cling to his body, groaned and laughed at the same time. “But it was so worth it. We got the succubus and I almost had the best fuck of my life.”

“Great, so glad you could almost lose your powers and get me in trouble in the process,” Seonghwa continued to complain. One of his arms lost its grasp on you, in order to tap his comm to speak with someone. “Hey. Target acquired. No civilians harmed. We might need help with evac--” 

Seonghwa groaned as you turned in his grasp and rubbed a hand eagerly through his leather pants. His hair was a pretty pink tone. You licked your lips. 

“Scratch that,” Seonghwa said in a strained voice. “Looks like we might have to drain her powers before we bring her back. I’ll touch base when we’re ready.”

“That sounds fun,” You cooed in a singsong voice. 

Seonghwa’s pretty violet eyes narrowed down at you. “Yeosang, just change into your magical form and help me out already.”

You smiled like the cat got your cream. You might not truly know what’s going on here but you think you’re about to get your brains fucked out. And that always sounds fun in your books.

Yeosang chuckled in distraught. “She might have drained me a little too much for me to do that.”

Seonghwa cursed under his breath again. “I’m never letting you plan a mission ever again, Kang Yeosang.”

Seonghwa wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you on the table that sat at the end of the patient’s bed to be used to eat from and pushed your legs apart. “Jesus, Yeo,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath. “You didn't even come inside of her but you're dripping out of her!”

“The plan was for her to at least believe she was draining me before you captured her,” Yeosang protested. 

“Careful of my pussy,” You giggled, running your talons through Seonghwa’s bubble-gum pink hair. “It’s dangerously addictive.”

You wiggled your body forward so that your cunt would get closer to the lip of the table. Seonghwa blew on your throbbing pussy and you squealed in delight. Seonghwa swallowed loudly and licked his lips. “Here goes nothing.”

The pink haired man pushed his face against your pussy. You saw him purse his lips before he began to stick his tongue into your clenching hole. You moaned wantonly, pushing your hips forward. His tongue felt delicious inside of you. It twisted and swirled, and you couldn't help but push your hand through his cotton-candy hair, keeping it out of his face as it became covered in your own liquids.

Seonghwa pulled back, his eyes blown in lust. “Yeosang, you taste just like strawberry-kiwi.”

Yeosang chuckled in embarrassment. “Now who’s getting sucked into the moment?”

Seonghwa shook his head, untangling your fingers from his hair. “Distract her, please, I need help.”

You heard a brief sound, like something splintering, and suddenly, large hands encompassed your breasts.

“Were you…?” You wrinkled your nose in distraught. Was there something you were supposed to remember about Yeosang? You mentally shrugged and let your head hit the large man's shoulder behind you as Seonghwa continued to suck Yeosang’s cum out of your swollen cunt.

“God, I’ve been wanting to manhandle these tits since I saw you come in with this nurse’s outfit. You really are the perfect trap, aren’t you, little succubus?” Yeosang’s deep voice made you shiver.

Seonghwa made good work of your cunt, his nubile tongue moving in and out of your hole, scooping up all the remnants of Yeosang’s cunt. You were sure you had to stop him but you weren’t exactly sure why. And seeing as how this felt way too good, especially with the way Yeosang was playing with your tits, you decided internally to keep going to see where this leads.  

“Come one, little succubus, come for us,” Yeosang encouraged you. You could feel his hard cock pressing up against your back as his hips dug forward. 

“I--” You choked on your own moan as Seonghwa’s eyes swept upwards to look at you. The grey orbs made you wonder if he tasted like strawberries and cream like his hair or yummy vanilla earl grey tea because of his iris’s.

“Oh fuck, if we bring her back, she’s going to need a surpression collar immediately or I’m going to be in her cell fucking her every minute of every day,” Yeosang admitted.

Your brain fog got cloudier as your climax approached. “I’m gonna--I’m gonna--!” You moaned loudly as your climax hit you. You humped Seonghwa’s face, milking his tongue for all it was worth. You felt so good, you were floating on cloud nine.

Seonghwa leaned back, bracing his hands on his knees. “I’m so fucking hard--Jesus.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “Mingi--this is Seonghwa to HQ. We have drained the succubus. We are going to need some help bringing her back, though.”

A transparent screen appeared before Seonghwa. A man with fiery hair and glasses popped up. “If you drained her, you wouldn’t be hard anymore. Didn’t I tell you, she’s got a pheromone curse.”

Yeosang belly laughed. “That’s just his normal hard on, Mingi. You know how he gets when he eats out.” Yeosang continued to chuckle to himself.

Mingi rolled his eyes. “I’ll send Wooyoung, he needs some more experience.”

You watched as your tale became a faint pink colour instead of black, your nails receded and you felt your horns get smaller as well. The confusion that had been holding you back faded as well.

“You fucking magical boys drained me? Me? I had such a good operation here at the hospital. I wasn’t harming anyone, just taking some drinks here and there. What’s wrong with giving someone in pain a little head now and then?” You demanded with a weak snarl.

Yeosang pinched your nipples between his fingers, rolling them and making you cry out at the pain and pleasure. “Well, you were so good, we just had to take you home for ourselves,” Yeosang informed you.

You began to grumble under your breath. “You know, they say you are the saviours of the city, but you magical boys are just as bad as us succubuses. You enjoy sex just as much as us.”

Seonghwa smirked slowly, a crooked affair that had your pussy fluttering at the thought of it between your legs. “True. But we do it for good reasons. Doesn’t the means justify the ends?”

“I think you got it backwards, Seonghwa,” Yeosang sighed heavily behind you. 

Seonghwa blushed. He was glowing with Yeosang’s power and your own. His shirt with cutouts and tight leather barely held back the sheen of his bronze skin. “Shut up, Yeosang. I’m not the one that almost lost my power because I couldn't handle a slutty nurse.”

“Almost--” Yeosang choked on his ego. “You got lost in that cunt, don’t even pretend to be mightier than thou!”

“Gentlemen, there’s enough of me for the both of you. And this Wooyoung you speak of. We could all have a fun time,” You purred. You looked around the small hospital room. “Although we might need a change of scenery."

Seonghwa rubbed his face tiredly. “Wooyoung better get here quickly. I need a time-out.”

“Does that involving jerking off to the idea of our fair nurse and your face buried in her cunt or--”

Yeosang made a pained ‘oof’ noise as Seonghwa moved to punch Yeosang in the arm. Yeosang burst into laughter. “Alright, alright. I gotta get out of this hospital gown.”

You watched with an appreciative eye as Yeosang pulled himself out of the hospital bed and removed his hospital gown. From his broad shoulders, big arms, thick waist and cute little butt, you should have known from the get go that he was a trap. And you did but who could say no to that little treat waiting for you in bed? Your downfall had been your greed but you found yourself not being able to regret it.

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oh I would eat up this universe as a succ 🥰🫪