after jungwon begged you for hours, you finally gave him what he wanted.
missyangkim’s note- i’m backkk!! i’ve js been busy cause of work and this massive heatwave in the uk is killing me also WE ALL NEEDED THAT PUPPY JUNGWON NGH
Sub!LE } Your boyfriend went out with his friends and didn’t tell you.. so when he came back home with them, you pulled him into the bedroom to ‘talk’. Only to punish him, by putting a vibrator against his groan still clothed. All while his friends are in the living room.
Dom!SJ } You never thought about having shower sex until tonight. You were showering, until Jake came in the bathroom he called out... 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶... You shouldn't have trusted him... He was washing your body, and the next he is fucking you right against the shower wall, though you didn’t complain…
jfc i feel insane typing this but could i possibly request subby camboy heeseung or jungwon with a huge breeding kink and possibly a mommy kink as well even tho reader is a bit younger
esrdfgh i felt insane writing this no worries
warnings: mommy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy talk, edging, dirty talk, praise, possessiveness(?), use of petnames, strong language
the stream is supposed to be solo tonight, but jungwon can’t focus.
he’s on his knees in front of the camera in nothing but pretty pink boxers, the ones with the little bow print on the sides, chest flushed and breath already shaky. his chat is moving fast — tips pinging, hearts all over the screen, people begging for more. but his eyes keep drifting to the private chat window where only you are.
his girlfriend. his pretty girl who’s a little younger than him but somehow always knows exactly how to ruin him.
“mommy…” he whispers, voice soft and needy, the word slipping out before he can stop it. the chat explodes. he doesn’t care. he only cares about the way your next message pops up.
“be good for me, baby. show them how desperate you are.”
jungwon whimpers, hips twitching. he’s been hard for an hour, cock straining against the thin fabric, a wet spot already forming. he hooks his fingers in the waistband and slowly pulls the boxers down, letting his cock spring free. it’s flushed dark, leaking, twitching under the lights.
“i’ve been thinking about you all day,” he confesses to the camera, but really to you. his voice is breathy, subby, the kind of tone that makes his viewers (and you) lose their minds. “about… about filling you up. breeding you so deep. i want to put a baby in you, mommy. want to watch your tummy get all round and pretty because of me.”
he wraps a hand around himself and strokes slowly, thumb swirling over the head to spread the precum. a broken moan escapes him.
“please… i know i’m younger but i want it so bad. want to cum inside you over and over until it sticks. want you to use me until i’m empty and still beg for more.”
your next message appears, calm and commanding even through text.
“tell them who you belong to, wonnie.”
“i belong to my girlfriend,” he gasps, stroking faster, hips bucking into his fist. “she’s younger than me but she’s my mommy. she takes such good care of me. makes me feel so small and safe and horny… i only cum when she says i can.”
he’s getting close already, thighs trembling, but he knows better than to finish without permission. he slows down, edging himself with a pitiful whine.
“mommy please… can i cum? i’ll be so good. i’ll fill you up so much. imagine it— me breeding you while you call me your good boy. your pretty boy who just wants to knock you up.”
you type back quickly and his eyes glaze over when he reads it.
“cum for mommy, baby. make a mess thinking about breeding me.”
jungwon sobs in relief. his hand speeds up, slick sounds filling the room as he fucks his fist. “thank you— thank you mommy— i’m gonna— i’m gonna fill you up—”
he cums hard, hips jerking, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fingers and onto his stomach. he keeps stroking through it, whimpering, milking every drop like he really is trying to breed you. the chat is pure chaos, but he barely sees it. his eyes are locked on your message.
“good boy. so perfect for me.”
after the stream ends and the camera is off, he collapses back against the pillows, chest heaving. a few seconds later his phone rings. he answers immediately, voice small and fucked-out.
“mommy?”
you laugh softly on the other end, warm and fond. “hi, baby. you did so well tonight. came so much thinking about breeding me, hm?”
jungwon whines, curling up on his side, still sticky and sensitive. “i meant every word. i know you’re younger but… i want it. want to be inside you and cum so deep. want you to sit on my cock and use me until i knock you up. please?”
“such a needy boy,” you coo, and he melts at the praise. “one day, wonnie. when we’re ready. but for now you can keep dreaming about it while i take care of you, okay?”
he nods even though you can’t see, already half-hard again just from your voice. “okay… can you come over? i need my mommy.”
you hum. “i’m already on my way, baby. stay just like that for me. i’ll clean you up and then maybe let you hump my thigh while you tell me more about how you want to breed me.”
jungwon moans softly, hand drifting down to wrap loosely around his cock again. “hurry… please. i love you.”
“i love you too, my sweet boy.”
he stays on the phone with you the whole time you drive over, whispering filthy, needy fantasies and soft little “mommy”s until you’re walking through his door. the second you’re in his room he’s reaching for you, pulling you onto the bed, burying his face in your neck like the subby, obsessed boy he is.
and later, when you’re riding him slow and deep, letting him suck on your tits while he begs to cum inside, you know exactly why he’s your favorite boy.
Jaeyun's head is filled to the brim with unsavoury business as he shuffles through the university office.
'It's simple,' Jake says to himself as he cradles the rugby ball under his arm. 'Not. A big deal.'
Once Jake enters the university office, he is immediately bombarded by the smell of old, academic wood. Here, the less crowded, air conditioned space is a nice breakaway from the sweltering rugby field, but all that plagues Jake’s mind are the overwhelming memories of you.
Specifically, you last night, bathed under the sweet honey glow of your cheap salt lamp. His lips on yours as you straddled him on the floor. Skin everywhere.
Jaeyun still remembers his tongue meshing against your own, all he tasted was the ruddiness of white wine.
The pillow forte you were initially building in the living room lay forgotten around you, instead, the space became a lovenest with the moon staring idly from beyond your cream blinds.
"Ride me," Jake breathed out with his mouth attaching itself to the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. He drifted your braids out of the way, letting his hand massage your scalp as he craned your neck backwards.
"I need to see you ride me." His voice was hoarse as he manoeuvred you to straddle his hips.
He remembers the texture of the string of beads tied around your waist.
He remembers the air leaving his lungs when you lowered your heat to his cock.
He remembers not being able to stop.
"Did you buy the condoms," you had asked the diabolical question, right when he was about to get it in.
"Fuck the condoms…" he laughed dryly with his thumb skimming across your hips, bumping against the waist beads, "We're both clean. I wanna feel you."
Jake had been wholly disappointed to see your face harden into that pissed off look that was always aimed at the students you tutored.
He'd be scared if he didn't find it hot.
"That's so incredibly unfunny," you pushed at his chest until he released a winded breath, "Don't piss me off, Jaeyun,"
"Fine- fuck- I was kidding,"
He wasn't. And even when he slipped the condom on and slipped inside, Jake became delirious with pleasure of it all.
"Where do you want me to cum?" he had asked.
Naive, unsuspecting you, had replied, “Inside. Y-You're wearing a condom, right? Inside.” Jake fucking lost his mind all the same.
The evening had ended with Jake skimming his hand over the fullness of your ass as he pulled his bottom lip against his teeth.
He watched the softness of your skin mould under his grip as he snickered, "She gon' take it up the ass like a ventriloquist-"
"Do not quote Kanye at me after we just had sex." You groaned.
But Jake wasn't done because now he was thinking about your ass and you'd both gone on for 2 more rounds.
'It's easy,' says present-day-Jake, shaking his hair as if to clear away the thoughts before they took root and really became a problem for him.
His little inner pep talk guides him to the receptionist desk. 'Just tell her the condom snapped and I may have cum a little inside. It's not my fault I'm fucking huge,' but even just the thought of it has Jake warming with anxiety.
"Good morning, Jake!" It's not difficult to plaster on his golden boy smile for the receptionist. Everyone at this University buys the absolute shit he sells, never once questioning their star athletes true intentions behind his disarming smile. He could get away with murder.
"Morning," Jake replied, knocking on the wood of the large mahogany desk. All this mahogany and yet all he could smell was you. Cocoa Butter was an all consuming thing.
"Is she in?" He asks, prompting the receptionist to nod. As Jake walks down the mouth of a corridor leading to the offices of tutors, professors and assistant professors, he keeps his head bowed until he reaches your door.
When you let him into the empty office, all thoughts vanished. Storming in his mind were solutions as to how he might divulge his little slip-up.
"Keep the door open, Jake, I don't do scandals." He was enamoured at the sight of you seated behind the large brown desk with your eyes dark and sleepy. Jake already tried to work out the probability of you remaining calm at the knowledge that the condom he used last night had been breached but looking at you here, he knew there was no possible reality in which you wouldn't try to murder him.
He closes the door despite your words and all you do is look up from your paper and sigh.
Seduction, he decided, was his only defence.
“Is there a reason you're bothering me at work?”
"Didn't know assistant professors got their own offices," he says, dropping the rugby ball in a corner beside a stack of mind-numbing philosophy manifestos.
"We don't," you say, never looking up from your paper, "I don't know how long I'm gonna have this space to myself to mark in peace, that's why we have to be quick-
"Quick," Jake's head snaps up, "I can do quick."
Instead of taking note of your eyeballs rolling to the back of your skull, Jake instead focuses on the expanse of your cleavage spilling out of that diabolically tight v-neck. "The conversation, Jake. What do you want? I have essays to mark." You drop the papers in a huff of unbridled academic frustration, effectively giving Jake the opening he needs to walk towards your desk until he's behind your chair. His hands drift over your shoulders, kneading the tense skin until your head is rolling back, away from the work.
"I thought you'd be happy to see your boyfriend,” he loved referring to himself as ‘boyfriend’, it made him secure in his role. “I have an inter-uni game to catch with the boys but I'm gracing you with my presence instead," your eyes flutter closed as you relax back into the security of Jake's hands.
"You really don't have to talk, babe,"
"But this place is so suffocating," Jake huffs, letting his eyes drift over the dark and dreary room flooded with books, papers, old, depressing paintings of old depressing philosophers. "I can feel myself getting smarter just being here. It's disgusting."
You hum as Jake's thumb drifts under the thin fabric of your v-neck, kneading into the tissue surrounding your shoulder blade. "It's almost like there's more to campus than just the rugby field," your him bleeds into a moan as Jake fingers prod at a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I had no idea," he says with mock sarcasm. You chuckle lightly as you let Jake's fingers coax you into a much needed break. The peace is a welcome getaway from the tedium that came from fixing grammatical issues and spelling errors.
Jake's left hand continues to knead at your back while his right drifts to the front of your neck. He could've been a chiropractor in his past life, Jake thinks idly as he cups the base of your throat until he's turning your head to match his ministrations.
"Fuck," that tiny sound leaving your mouth does everything to focus Jake's attention down on you. His eyes are hooded as he watches you seated before him and he's all too aware of the fact that this angle allows him to see down your top, into the pillowy expanse of your cleavage.
Jake pushes his hardening cock against the back of your high back chair as he continues to massage your back and neck.
And sure, maybe his hand may drift a little lower down your chest while the other continues to work at your neck.
You almost don't catch him when he says, "So hypothetically what would you do if I told you the condom broke-"
Your eyes snap open and you try to rid yourself of Jake's hands but the hand drifting against your cleavage cages you to the chair. No running.
"What the fuck is wrong with you lately?! Did I not tell you I would rather die than let you inject me with your evil spawn-"
Something dark settles on Jake's face as he stops his ministrations.
There's a moment of disorientation before you realise that Jake spun your chair to face him. One hand on the back of the chair as he leans down, with your faces far too close for it not to be inappropriate.
"Would it really be so bad?" He whispers, before tilting his head to slot his mouth against yours.
Luckily your senses are heightened but still rational as you push him away, effectively standing up to create more distance between you two.
Jake, however, sees your plan and instead of letting you act it out, he slots you in between himself and the desk. Your butt pressing against the edge of the wood so there was no escape.
"No Jake," you say in frustration because now Jake's hands were pawing at your hips like he usually did when he was coaxing you into being as horny as he was. "Getting me pregnant wouldn't just be bad-"
"Perfect," he says, dipping down to place a kiss on your collar bone, "So we agree-"
"It'd be catastrophic. I'd abort it immediately." Jake's hands curl into your hips and you watch under furrowed brows as Jake begins to fiddle with the drawstring of his shorts.
"You're catholic," he says before dipping down to undo the buttons of your jeans. "You're not aborting my baby."
You think your boyfriend is utterly delirious, but even more harrowing is the bit of molten attraction stirring in the bottom of your stomach at seeing him so sure of something. So in charge.
His bare arms are glistening from playing rugby under the sweltering sun and his skin has that honey tint that drove you feral with lust.
You hated the urge that plagued your mind to push your thighs tightly together but Jake immediately stops you. He pushes your jeans down, leaving you standing dumbly with your mouth hanging open as he slots himself between your legs. You try to wriggle yourself away but Jake keeps you locked with his hands framing your sides.
"Last night was hot, yeah?" He huffs with his shorts hanging lazily under the bulge of his Calvin Kleins. He presses himself against you, moaning straight into the crook of your neck.
"J-Jeez, Jake," you whimper, unable to stop yourself from lifting your hips to meet his grinding, "Y-You're disturbing me from work-" speaking was growing very difficult, especially because Jake was unclipping your bra from behind. "Cus all you think about is sex-"
"All I think about is sex with you." He clarifies as wriggles you out of the v-neck.
"I don't think that's a crime-" he says, immediately cupping your breasts in his large hands as he pushes his cock further against you. Jake throws his head back before huffing and puffing while he stares down at you needily humping against him.
"You say you don't want it," he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip as he lifts his shirt, "but you're like a pup in heat, babe,"
"F-Fuck, if we're gonna do this, hurry before anyone comes," the words are like music to his ears and his exposed stomach flexes as he hurriedly pulls down his boxers.
You help him out of his shirt, and both your movements are so heated, so clumsy, you don't think you've ever been this wet.
"Fuck- you gotta be quick, big boy, before someone comes, yeah?" You repeat, knowing your boyfriend became completely unresponsive and pussy drunk during sex. Jake hums in weak response, far too focused on jerking himself off…the head of his cock periodically bumping against your clothed cunt.
"Say you want this dick- c'mon, say it-" he urges with heavy eyelids and all the fight is wiped out of you. You lean back, opening your legs to accommodate him further between you and Jake only groans as he jerks his cock.
"J-Jake, you can't cum in me, yeah-"
"Come on, bro," he groans as he brings his hand in between your legs. “Still?!”
His fingers prod at your clit as your hips stutter to meet his hand. "I'm just tryna get it in, why are you being like this?"
You manage to slip out a scoff in between your moaning.
"Y-You're not 'getting it in' until you divulge what on earth you're thinking about that has you this fucking feral." he was operating on neandthral level need and you needed to know what the cause of it was. You needed to know what had your boyfriend so strung out on your body, on the scent of you, at the sight of you.
You want this Jake all the time.
"You're so pretty," he mumbles, instead, with his gaze locked firmly on your cunt. He swipes your panties aside, unwilling to part with the cute pink material yet and you arch your back, inviting him in.
"If I tell you what I'm thinking about…" he says, lining his cock up with your cunt. Your entire back now pressed supine against the desk, "You'll end up pregnant before the end of the day," Jake concludes his statement by ramming his cock into your cunt, effectively lodging all your complaints in the back of your throat. The desk creaks as he continually rams his cock into you in viscous, rough thrusts.
He's a panting mess, watching your body contort in pleasure as your breasts jiggle with every thrust.
"Oh my fucking g- fuck-" Jake hovers over you, never once slowing his movements even when he tweaks your nipples.
"You're so fucking pretty, you know that? Taking this dick so fucking good-"
You clench around him, loving how vulgar he got whenever you had sex. His hair is already messy but it becomes even more so when you drag your fingers through it, discarding the hair tie that kept his black curls rained to the back.
"Oh my god, baby, you're such a slut-" he lets his words slip and it only turns you on more and more as you drag him down for a sloppy kiss. Your hips rise to meet his thrusts, willing your orgasm to crest.
"B-Baby-” he pants, “Pretty Baby, I need to tell you something-" the second those words left his mouth in sloppy succession, your alarm bells were ringing. Even more so when he dipped his hands between your body until he was rubbing furious circles against your clit.
"J-Just, shh, Jakey, I'm close-"
"The condom broke, last night-"
Your hips still, but his continue to fuck into you- continues to rub at your clit until your body can't help but obey.
"WHA- OH FUCK, JUST LIKE THAT-" your seeing stars when the tip of Jake's cock rams against that particular pillow of nerves. "F-Fuck Jakey."
He was still your Jakey and he took that as a sign to continue fucking into you with reckless abandon.
"Gonna fill you up with my cum, again princess?"
"Jake-"
"Yesterday when you were riding me," he says in harsh staccato. His breath is rough and rugged. "A-And your hips were moving just right and your tits- God those tits." He leans back to watch them jiggle underneath them and Jake's balls squeezes in warning. "I just-" his voice cracks as he whines, "I just needed to flood you with my cum, baby-" your cunt squeezes his cock once more and you're both dangerously close to the edge.
"H-Here-'' he says, bringing your hand up to his throat. "Choke m-me, I think I'm gonna cum." His words alone have your back arching off the desk, slipping into your own orgasm.
“J-Jake-” Somehow you still muster the energy to choke him like he wants and that has his hips stuttering and the praises flying from his lips as he says, "F-Fuck, I'm cumming for you, Angel. You're milking my cock- babe-" his hips ram into yours as his eyes squeeze shut. Jake's caught in the ultimate pleasure as he imagines everything from your tits swelling with milk, to him fucking you while you were pregnant.
"O-Oh my fucking god," the amount of cum leaking out of his cock threatens to push him out of you, and you're both huffing in the quiet office air.
Soon you're both hurtling down to your current reality, but still, Jake keeps his hand on your hips, listening to your heartbeat.
"If you really don't want one - I'll go get you a plan b right now-"
"W-wait," you stop him from leavi⁷ng, "Let's... talk about it later. No promises."
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