lulli

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[kooqitas]

friends-gyuhao! + reader ♡  smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, fingering and oral, penetration, cumming inside, pet names, threesome [f/m/m], dp.

summary:  you go crying to your two best friends and end up discovering that they’ve dreamed for years of sharing you.

🇧🇷 versão em português

the second bottle of wine is almost halfway done on the coffee table. you are at mingyu and minghao's place, the two of them having shared the apartment for years, and you've known each other since high school. theoretically, you are fulfilling the role of best friends in a post-breakup phase. you've spent the last two hours listening to you complain about your ex-boyfriend, and of course, agreeing with every single complaint.

mingyu keeps massaging your ankle, while minghao, sitting on the other sofa, has his body sprawled across the upholstery as he takes another sip.

"he acted like eating me out was a favor," you huff, downing the rest of your glass in anger. "i barely even cum..."

the silence in the living room borders on embarrassing: even mingyu's massage stops. he lets out an incredulous laugh, clearly fueled by alcohol, not drunk, the taller man is completely conscious, just utterly devoid of any filter.

it was already bad enough listening to you complain about your ex when all he's ever wanted was to have you. now, hearing that he treated you like a chore? damn, the hatred blinds him in seconds.

"a favor? motherfucker," his voice comes out harsh, irritated. "the guy has you in his bed and acts like it's a favor? sick piece of shit. you know what me and minghao would hav-"

"mingyu!" the chinese man scolds before the other can even finish, too panicked about what might slip out of the taller's mouth. "you're starting to cross the line."

"cross the line?" he grumbles, annoyed. "are you really gonna pretend, minghao?"

you don't quite understand what's happening, but you refill your wine glass, keeping your eyes on your friends. minghao lets out a sharp breath through his nose, an irritated sigh.

"it's not about pretending, damn it. it's about respecting the moment, she's hurting."

"go fuck yourself, xu minghao!" he snaps back quickly, his large body shifting on the couch as he goes back to massaging your calf. "gonna play the saint now? after hearing that she barely cum?"

"mingyu, shut the fuck up!"

still clueless about the situation, you stare back and forth between them. the mention of 'barely coming' was the breaking point for mingyu, it isn't fair, he's just that indignant.

and the caress continues, now creeping up to your knee.

"i won't shut up," he growls. "i'm sick of pretending that we do-"

"i swear to god if you open your mouth to say another word, i'll break your jaw." minghao's voice is freezing cold.

you swallow hard, your eyes darting from one to the other. mingyu scoffs, and instead of backing down from the threat, he just keeps the attack going.

still not understanding what's going on, you keep drinking, perhaps a bit too lost in your own self-pity to care about your two best friends arguing right in front of you. i mean, they live together and fight all the time, it's not like it's a big deal, right?

"break it, then. because i'm sick of it, dammit. i'm sick of pretending we don't spend sleepless nights imagining what it would be like to share her completely."

you freeze, your eyes going wide, choking on the alcohol you just swallowed as you try to process what you just heard. this isn't about protecting you, or hatred for your ex. it's about your two best friends desiring you together.

minghao lets out a breathy laugh, clearly in disbelief that mingyu was actually able to blurt it out. mingyu didn't lie, of course not, they've spent nights out on the balcony talking about how they would share you, describing and imagining you in the filthiest ways possible. but at the end of the day, they are still your friends, and minghao didn't want it exposed quite like this.

"you guys..." you ask, your voice still trembling.

the air grows heavy, too heavy. desperation is painfully obvious in both of their eyes, a mix of regret mixed with the raw, liberating freedom of finally having exposed how they feel. you keep staring at them, still lost in whatever the hell is supposed to be happening, and minghao decides to speak up.

"yeah. fuck..." he admits. "we've thought about sharing you for years, since high school to be honest. but you never gave us an opening, so we respected your boundaries. mingyu really crossed a line just now, my bad. forget about it." he scratches the back of his neck.

the chinese man's apology is sincere. they were never creeps waiting to pounce; they were always just your friends. beyond that, though, they've been harboring a goddamn vicious desire for you.

silence settles over the room. mingyu is still massaging your leg, as if that could make you forget the things you just heard. with the wine glass still in your hand, you look at mingyu, then at minghao, your breathing hitching.

"since high school?" the question slips out low, almost terrified.

"we love you, princess. you know that," minghao says sincerely, leaning in and gently touching your hair. "that's why we never even opened our mouths. better to die suffocated by our own desire than run the risk of losing you."

"if you want, we can call an uber or a taxi right now and pretend none of this ever happened," mingyu adds. "i really stepped out of line, i'm sorry."

the next few seconds are short but agonizingly tense, both of them anxious for your answer. you're still half-confused, having never looked at the two of them that way. of course, minghao and mingyu are drop-dead gorgeous, back in high school literally every girl wanted to sleep with them, and that followed them into college and every party you've ever gone to. it had always felt so natural to see them strictly as your guy friends.

every single time you went to clubs or parties together, you always knew that sharing was a recurring thing for them; it wasn't just two or three times you watched them take a girl home, and well, they clearly weren't spending the night playing uno…

you just never expected them to look at you that way, too. i mean, it's so confusing. you've slept in the same bed with the two of them countless times, you've gotten drunk to the point where they had to give you a bath, you've even talked to them about dates you went on with random guys, and never, they never once mentioned or hinted at a damn thing.

it felt like a sick fucking joke, just some weird strategy to 'cheer you up' because your ex-boyfriend is a piece of shit.

at the exact same time, discovering that they desired you violently wakes something up deep inside your brain. "i don't want an uber."

the silence that drops over the living room is brutal.

the truth is, as much as they dreamed about it, imagined it, as much as they might have planned out every single detail of this night in their heads, neither of them ever truly thought it could actually happen.

mingyu's hand freezes on your knee, staring at you like he's waiting for a hysterical laugh telling him it's a joke. meanwhile, minghao looks like he's about to shatter.

"are you sure?" minghao steps closer.

mingyu goes back to stroking your leg. "she said she doesn't want the uber, minghao. fuck, she wants to give us her pussy." despite the crude phrasing, his tone is practically glowing with hope.

minghao's eyes sweep down your body, starving, burning with an intensity you've never seen before. "do you have any idea how many times we thought about this? about how we imagined marking you all over, turning you brainless on our cocks, filling you up?"

"no favors, princess," the kim says, his voice trembling as his mouth hovers near your neck. "we want to ruin you completely. can we?"

"p-please," you beg, whining softly just at the mental image of the two of them taking you.

mingyu kisses your neck, turning you to jelly, his lips sucking softly against your skin while minghao captures your lips. his thick mouth and hot tongue invade your oral cavity, the sheer pressure of their two bodies closing in on you.

damn it, why didn't you notice this sooner?

you feel both of them shift onto the couch, each of your legs straddling one of their thighs, feeling your panties grow soaked from the unchaste kisses and fondling they're showering you with.

the two men beneath you still can't believe they are living out the dream of having you, practically delirious at the thought that they finally get to see you naked, touch you, use your tight little holes, and make you come for them.

"your skin tastes so good," minghao murmurs, slipping the thin strap of your top down, exposing your tight little tits with effortless ease a calm that's almost irritating.

mingyu practically groans, abandoning your neck instantly to suckle on a hard, peaked nipple. he sucks with such desperation that you can actually hear the wet suction sounds. the blonde joins in right after, mirroring the movement, a bit slower, but just as slick and wet.

your head is still spinning, but you decide not to overthink it; after all, at this point, sleeping with them or not is totally irrelevant, your friendship is already completely ruined.

you roll your eyes, the sensation of both your breasts being suckled at the exact same time entirely new to you. it's no secret that this alone is enough to soak your panties right through, making you whimker helplessly as your hips twitch involuntarily against their thighs.

the older one's fingers fiddle with the waistband of your shorts, trying to slip inside while he watches you whine.

"s-so good," you whimper, encouraging them to keep going.

not that they needed encouragement.

just having you right there was already more than enough.

minghao hoists you completely onto his lap, and within seconds the denim shorts slide down your legs, taking your panties right along with them.

you are completely exposed. mingyu holds your ankles right beside his friend's knees, leaving your dripping pussy wide open, pulsing.

it's slightly humiliating, hardly anything has happened yet and you're already thoroughly drenche, but you can't manage to feel a shred of shame, not when you watch mingyu literally whimper as he drags his tongue across the fabric that was buried deep inside you just seconds ago, licking the panties you never imagined taking off tonight.

minghao kisses you, slipping his fingers into your wet, swollen folds. at the exact same time, the taller drops the fabric to drag his tongue all across your slit, making your hips violently buck upward from the double stimulation. fuck, you aren't going to last like this.

"so soaking wet," mingyu chuckles, running his tongue over you again, tasting every salty drop leaking straight from your entrance. "i've dreamed about this so much, you little slut."

the phrase hits you square in the chest, making your lower belly tingle fiercely. your little pussy twitches visibly, causing mingyu to mock you softly.

"liked that, huh? what else do you like? hm? little whore?" he delivers a light, stinging slap right to your clit, making you let out a high-pitched squeak. "bitch?" another sharp slap lands.

"so dirty," minghao growls, pinching one of your nipples hard. "you're brainless from pure horniness, aren't you?" he laughs. "me too. i'm losing my mind over your gorgeous little body." 

the words short-circuit your brain completely; your entrance twitches with every single insult, the slaps and pinches sending electric shocks straight through your body. you whine, completely past caring about how pathetic you sound.

"f-fuck me, please." you grab the minghao's sweatpants-covered length. minghao gasps, caught off guard by the sudden touch, but accepts it willingly as you shove your hand inside the fabric, giving his hard dick a light, desperate stroke.

and at that exact second, while mingyu is eating you out, you feel him force a single finger straight into your ass.

the sudden invasion makes your entire body shudder, a strangled moan tearing from your throat. you'd had anal before with your ex, but it didn't come close to the feeling of the kim's fingertip opening you up from behind. your tight little ring tries instinctively to push the thick finger out, but he persists, forcing you to adjust to the pressure while he faithfully keeps licking your wet, dripping folds.

"g-gyu..." you moan.

your hand freezes on minghao's cock, paralyzed by the overwhelming stimulation from behind, but the minghao dictates the rhythm, covering your hand with his own and forcing you to pump his shaft.

"that's it, princess, right like that." he bites your earlobe, still toying with your breasts with his free hand.

the finger slips completely out of your ass, only for minghao to drop your hand and shove two fingers deep inside your tight little hole.

"gorgeous, fuck, i've dreamed about this so much," mingyu laughs, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy while he keeps sucking on your clit.

you whimper; being fingered in both holes is turning your brain to mush. you throw your head back against the blonde's shoulder, rocking your hips as you try to sink deeper onto both of them, throwing every ounce of dignity out the window.

"such a tight little ass, i need to stretch you wide so i can bury my dick inside," minghao murmurs, sliding a third finger in. "you're gonna let me, right? fuck, our dream has always been to share you completely."

the third finger shoves in all at once, while mingyu curls two more of his inside your dripping pussy. you let out a ragged moan as the walls of your body struggle to accommodate the blonde's fingers, which stretch you out with infinite, languid patience, kissing your neck and drinking in your tiny whimpers.

"this little slut was born to be ours," mingyu taunts, lightly scraping his teeth over your swollen clit. his chin and lips are completely soaked with your juices.

"greedy little bitch. ours."

you can't hold it together anymore. feeling minghao's hard cock throbbing in your fist, feeling your ass yielding and relaxing, the first tears of pure lust blur your vision as you writhe on the chinese man's lap.

it feels so unfairly good, you've never felt so desired, so completely catered to.

"hao... fuck my ass, p-please," you beg, completely past caring how pathetic you sound.

even if he wanted to, minghao couldn't possibly say no. you don't even know where the tube of lube came from, but you watch as he slicks up his entire length, aligning himself with your trembling, clenched hole.

as he presses the head against you and starts to push in, mingyu goes back to sucking on your nipple, distracting you just enough from the thick cock forcing its way into your rear.

"so damn good, fuck, i've dreamed about this," he groans, slightly breathless, feeling your ass desperately try to push his hard length back out.

mingyu stares right into your eyes, using his thumb to wipe away a tear rolling down your cheek, refusing to stop nursing your breast. the mild, burning stretch of the thick dick contrasts sharply with how slick, hot, and ready your body is for them.

minghao tangles his hand in your hair, pulling it back into a messy ponytail, dragging his tongue down your neck so he can taste the salty sweat of your skin. "move whenever you're ready, gata. this dick is all yours."

the mingyu's thick fingers resume pumping inside your soaked pussy, making you instinctively start to bounce slowly on minghao's lap, taking it easy at first, testing the waters.

"so good, shit, you're so pretty," minghao groans, completely destabilized by the sheer pleasure of having his dick buried deep inside you.

he doesn't try to dictate the pace or overpower you, which only turns you to absolute mush. the way both of them are willing to accept whatever you want to give them, the way they look at you and trace your skin like they're trying to convince themselves you're actually real.

every time you rise and fall, the thick cock filling your ass makes you whine softly, feeling yourself stretch out inch by inch.

"we're losing our minds over you," mingyu admits. "fuck, we always have." the mouth that was just nursing your chest captures your lips in a messy, deep kiss, swallowing your tongue while his fingers keep driving into your pussy, his thumb teasing your swollen clit.

"don't stop, princess, fuck, don't stop." minghao sounds borderline desperate, caught between sucking your neck, gripping your hair, and using his free hand to play with the nipple soaked in mingyu's saliva. "i've dreamed about this for so long."

mingyu pauses his fingers inside your pussy, locking his dark eyes onto yours, his breath hitching. "can i slide in too? i need this pussy swallowing me whole, we always planned it like this."

his voice comes out almost whining, pleading, and the second you nod, the last remnants of your clothes hit the floor so fast it feels meticulously calculated.

and maybe it was, because they know you down to the exact science.

"we're gonna lift you up, princess. wrap your arms around my neck," mingyu commands, and within seconds the three of you are on your feet.

your legs wrap around mingyu's waist, your arms locked tight around his neck. mingyu grabs your thighs while minghao grips your hips, the tip of his cock sliding effortlessly back into your wet heat.

and when he pushes in all the way, your body violently jerks upward in midair, your head thrown back in a choked-off scream as you feel fuller than you've ever been in your life, two massive cocks pumping inside you simultaneously, both of your holes utterly thoroughly wrecked.

you lose the ability to speak, completely wrecked by pleasure. your throat lets out crude, guttural sounds, your body jolting up and down as mingyu invades your pussy while minghao stretches your ass wide open, your entire frame trembling in the air.

you could swear you can feel the heads of their dicks brushing against each other through the thin wall of flesh, completely brainless and dripping with lust as they impale you. "fucking gorgeous," minghao practically growls.

mingyu holds you in a death grip by your thighs, knowing every hour at the gym paid off as he uses the sheer power of his hips to slam up into your pussy. while minghao anchors your waist to support your weight, driving forward into your now thoroughly stretched ass, the sensitive head grazing deep inside you, throbbing and slicking everything up from within.

"fuck, we're both inside her," mingyu laughs, almost in disbelief, your fingernails raking down his shoulder blades as he continues to hammer your pussy.

"our pussy, our woman," minghao growls, biting down on your neck hard enough to make you squeak. "tell us we're yours, dammit."

you want to, you never thought about it before, but right now all you want is to be used by these two every single day of your life. but your throat locks up, entirely lost in the ecstasy of your high, overloaded by pleasure. with both of your tight holes stuffed full of dick, your capacity to form words is completely destroyed.

the only thing escaping your mouth are choked, breathless moans, your head lolling back against minghao's shoulder, your breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust.

mingyu searches your face, tears of pure heat streaming down your cheeks. "princess, please," his voice sounds pathetic, desperate, whining just as shamelessly as you are. "say we're yours. break us in."

you're still too far gone to speak, shaking on top of their cocks as they stretch you open, feeling your body gear up for another violent climax.

"don't do this, fuck," minghao growls, his tone bordering on panic. "we're begging you, tell us you're ours. finish breaking our minds. lie to us if you have to, fuck."

and that is the breaking point. you don't even need to lie, you don't want to belong to any man on earth except these two. hearing your two best friends beg like this bypasses your brain entirely and unlocks your throat by force. you need to say it, even if it comes out broken, clumsy, fucked up, you need to make these men know that yes, you belong to them.

you suck in a ragged gasp, your holes clamping down in a violent spasm, and as mingyu looks at you with absolute devotion, you force the words out, your voice rough, choked, and entirely wrecked.

"i-i am," you choke on your own breath, your head dropping back onto minghao's shoulder as your hips slam downward, begging to take even more length. "y-yours."

the broken sentence, butchered by whimpering groans, is more than enough to completely shatter whatever restraint those two men had left.

minghao bites down hard on your jawline, howling as his cock buries itself to the hilt in your open, dripping ass, his hands bruising your hips to mark his territory. mingyu sinks his teeth into your neck, the burning sting transforming into pure, unadulterated lust as you realize they just want to claim you, to make you irrevocably theirs.

you let out one final, soundless scream, your vision blurring at the edges as your orgasm tears through you. your holes squeeze down in a near-violent spasm, strangling both cocks at the exact same time as your men roar out,

"fuck. god, yes!" the grip is so punishingly tight neither of them can hold back anymore, driving into you in a frenzied, punishing rhythm, finishing the job of opening you up completely and making your body bounce up and down as if you weigh nothing at all.

"m-mine." the shouted moan slips past your lips, and without a single warning, they come together, flooding you from the inside out.

mingyu erupts in heavy, thick jets, filling your womb with an absurd amount of scalding-hot cum, trembling violently as he kisses your face and pumps every last drop of his seed deep into your pussy. your swollen little hole can't possibly hold it all, letting the excess spill out.

minghao's cum overflows from your stretched-out ass at the same time, thick and warm down the curves of your buttocks in a whitening trail that smears across his hand and runs down your thighs, while he licks the salty sweat from your face.

they keep driving into you in slow, heavy thrusts right through the peak of their climax, slicking their cocks in the overflowing pool of fluids.

the mess is inevitable: with every single throb of mingyu's thick length deep inside your pussy, a thick, white cream of juices and cum splatters outward, dripping straight onto his groin and soaking both of your legs, pattering softly onto the living room floor to mix with the blonde's cum already pooling there.

they keep you suspended in their arms for a few agonizing seconds longer, their bodies heavy, trembling, and completely spent. hot, ragged breaths fan against your neck and collarbone. nobody moves, as if everyone is terrified that a single twitch will shatter the heavy, electric trance of the room.

when minghao finally begins to slide out of your ass, his dick pulls back slowly, making a wet, obscene slelching sound. left without his cock to plug you, a warm puddle of his cum immediately gushes out all at once down your backside, sliming the kim's hand where it grips your thigh.

the blonde presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. "damn."

"you're absolutely drenched in cum, fuck!" mingyu murmurs, completely awestruck, breathless with adoration as his own dick slips free from your pussy with the exact same messy, overflowing sound.

mingyu sits you down gently on the sofa, your body still vibrating as he heads toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water. you whime softly, your pussy and ass still twitching and gaping, leaking warm semen all over the expensive upholstery.

minghao drops to his knees between your wide-open legs, staring in pure fascination at the mess of white cream coating you. he trails his fingers slowly through it, scooping up the excess and bringing it straight to his mouth without an ounce of shame, his eyes locked onto yours.

"gorgeous," he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss right to your swollen clit.

you whimper, your hips giving a tiny, involuntary twitch when his hot lips brush against your most sensitive spot. his tongue trails over you without rush, licking up the excess cum mixed with your own juices, tasting the absolute wreckage they left behind on your body without a single shred of embarrassment.

"h-hao," you moan, tangling your fingers into his bleached hair.

"you have no idea how pretty you look right now, soaked in us."

"i-it's getting on the couch, hao," you warn, still feeling a trace of shyness, your thighs trembling.

not that minghao gives a damn; what he wants more than anything is for this house to be thoroughly soaked in the scent of your shared depravity. but before you can answer, mingyu returns from the kitchen holding a glass of ice-cold water, freezing in the middle of the living room for two solid seconds as he takes in the scene: you sprawled across the sofa, naked, shivering, and thoroughly basted in cum, while minghao remains knelt between your legs as if worshiping at an altar.

"take a sip, princess... nice and slow," mingyu instructs, his voice shaking. he helps guide the glass to your lips, steadying your hand which is still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasms. "you're too gorgeous... i swear i could spend the rest of my life just looking at you like this."

as the ice-cold water slides down your throat, slightly raw from the loud, desperate cries you'd just screamed, a delicious shiver races down your spine, making your thighs twitch in involuntary spasms every single time minghao gently laps at a stray drop on your skin. mingyu laughs, using his large hands to hold you firmly in place, keeping you from instinctively closing your legs.

"let hao take care of you, love," he murmurs softly, bringing his face close to yours to seal your lips in a lingering, tender kiss way too affectionate for what they had just put you through. "i'll go run the bath, okay?"

and the moment mingyu steps away, minghao shifts all his attention back to your body, dragging his large hands up your still-trembling thighs. the blonde's gaze is impossibly soft, his tongue still working at a leisurely pace, licking every remaining drop of cum off your skin.

"h-hao... so sensitive," you whimper, burying your fingers deep into his bleached locks, trying half-heartedly to push or pull his head away, not even knowing what you want.

"i know, love," he breathes right over your swollen little nub, making you shiver head-to-toe before planting a loud, affectionate kiss right on top. "and you look so damn pretty."

he crawls up your body slowly across the couch cushions, taking exaggerated care not to put his full weight on you, smiling softly the moment his mouth finds yours in a slow, sweet kiss.

seconds later, the kim walks back in, a satisfied grin spreading across his face when he takes in the sight. "bath's ready, princess!" mingyu announces, his voice dropping into a deep, playful, and deeply inviting tone before his eyes flick down to minghao hovering over your body. "and for you too, you unbearable pain in the ass, now get off our woman."

"only likes me when i'm on top of you?" minghao teases.

"mhm, exactly."

and you can't help your eyes going wide at the sight before you: mingyu leaning down to plant a quick, casual kiss right on minghao's lips, laughing warmly at your stunned expression afterward. "yeah, that happens sometimes..."

"don't act like you didn't know," minghao whispers, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you straight toward the bathroom.

well, it's not like you'd never suspected it, but seeing it play out right in front of you without a single filter or warning leaves you slightly shell-shocked, not in a bad way, of course, just... different.

just like the entire rest of the night.

and at this point, you could only thank your ex for being a complete idiot, and of course, thank mingyu for lacking a filter when he's buzzed.

[kooqitas]

rommate-mingyu! + reader ♡  smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: cumming over panties;

🇧🇷 versão em português

you and mingyu had been living together for quite a while now. in the beginning, it was only supposed to be temporary, but curiously enough, things just worked out, and this was already the second year in your shared apartment.

living with him was never hard. he had always been gentle, polite, and helpful, from the start, the division of chores and grocery shopping worked seamlessly between you two. that’s why, when the initial three months ended, you opted to keep sharing the rent with him.

mingyu was used to help you with college assignments, was right there by your side at your graduation, and always listened whenever you needed to vent about work. fuck, mingyu was a the best possible roommate.

except for one thing: he had a insatiable desire for you.

he never said a word, nor would he ever dare to speak it aloud, fully aware of the boundaries established in your relationship, especially since you never gave him any opening for things like that. but damn, he wanted you. he imagined your sweaty body against his, particularly when you both walked back up from the building’s gym. how many times had he gotten hard just listening to your soft whimpers while he massaged your back?.

“heyyyy, i’m leaving!” you snapped him out of whatever he was doing on his phone.

“did you strip your bed? i’m putting a load in the washing machine.”

oh, right. you and mingyu split the laundry duty: every week, one of you was responsible for washing the bed sheets, towels, and personal clothes.

“fuck, can you strip it for me, gyu? i’m soooooo late! the door is open!”

“i’m gonna charge you for this,” he chuckled, giving you the green light to leave.

after you left, he spent several long minutes scrolling through his phone before finally working up the courage to grab the laundry hampers in each room. the door to your bedroom was indeed open. even though your hamper was out in the hallway, he walked inside given the prior permission and pulled the sheet off your mattress.

he regretted it bitterely the very next second.

mingyu didn't know where it had come from, but it was impossible to miss the red lace panties caught right in the middle of the white sheet.

his lips went bone dry. as much as he fought it and tried to suppress the urge, mingyu couldn't stop himself from holding the fabric in his hand. he ran his thumb over the cloth, which felt slightly stiff, a sign that the liquid had dried there, even though there were still wet remnants of your ovulation.

he felt dirty, yet he couldn't stop himself from bringing the gusset of the panties to his nose, licking it lightly when he realized it wasn't completely dry.

“fuck…” he muttered.

not even mingyu could pinpoint when this all started. it was so natural, so automatic, that before he knew it, just thinking about you would wake up his lower half.

and right now, that was the only head doing any thinking.

overwhelmed by guilt, he sat on the edge of your bed and, without hesitation, pulled his cock out of his shorts. he began teasing his thumb over the tip while staring intently at your underwear. as if the red lace wasn't enough, the panties were tiny, they would definitely ride right up your ass. and that was the only thought consuming mingyu’s mind: fuck, what would it feel like to fuck you just by pulling this lace to the side? to thrust deep inside your wet pussy while you whimpered his name?

his tongue rubbed against the damp center of the lace once more, desperate to taste you. so pathetic. kim started to feel disgusted with himself, but he couldn't stop. not now. not when he could smell your sweet scent while the tip of his cock was already leaking and completely slick.

he lost all control. he wrapped the lace around his hand and dragged it across his face, picturing you, your body, your laugh, your voice, imagining how needy and soft you’d be in bed. he rubbed the panties along his thick shaft, accepting that this was the closest he would ever get to touching you like this. and when he blew his load, feeling the delicate lace chafe against his sensitive head, he felt utterly miserable.

his heavy breathing was the only thing bringing him back to reality, realizing he had just jerked off into your lace panties without any permission.

still, he couldn't resist bringing the worn underwear back to his face one last time, inhaling deeply until your scent completely dominated his senses.

“fuck, i shouldn't-” he whispered to himself.

the guilt hit him like a physical blow, coming on as fast as his recent orgasm. he had always been the perfect roommate, the organized and understanding guy, and there he was: with the scent of your fertile period trapped in his lungs after coming all over his own thighs.

he felt repulsive, yet he still couldn't stop himself from slipping the tiny piece of fabric into the pocket of his shorts.

taking a deep breath, he reached for the wet wipes on your nightstand to clean up the mess he had made, drowning in self-loathing while still unable to shake the image of you wearing that tiny piece of lace out of his head.

closing his eyes tightly, he let out a groan of pure agony and frustration. “i’m gonna go fucking insane!”

and from that moment on, he knew: looking you in the eye when you walked back through that front door was going to be the hardest challenge of the last two years.

[kooqitas]

Maam i knew you’ve been resting and i respect it but may we get a clue or a spoiler as such as to when is woozi on yacht gonna be publish🥸🔎

hiiiii~ i've been thinking about it for a few days!! i was supposed to start writing this week, but i ended up having surgery to remove my wisdom teeth and it was much worse than i thought. the recovery is really annoying, but i believe that once it's over i'll start writing soon because i'm excited hihihi

[kooqitas]

delivery-guy!vernon! + reader ♡  smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, fingering and oral, penetration, cumming inside, pet names like "hot" and "princess"!

summary: after talking to jeonghan, you decide to stop overthinking and give the delivery guy a chance.

🇧🇷 versão em português

sitting on the sofa, you make a silly comment to jeonghan, just another one of those typical complaints about adult life: work, routine, days that always seem the same. it feels like everyone else is living a truly exciting life while you’re just running on autopilot. he listens while scrolling through his phone.

“you need to stop living life like it’s a cake's recipe.”

you frown. “what do you mean?”

he shrugs, as if it were no big deal. “you always overthink everything before you do it. you beat yourself up over little things, holding yourself back from living because of fear.” he turns his whole body toward you, looking you straight in the eye. “you should live a little more.”

“easy for you to say.” you scoff. “you can’t just go wild and live it up when rent eats up half your payment.”

he chuckles softly, as if he were talking about something simple. “i’m not telling you to drop everything and go to a worldtrip, but we need to do some crazy stuff sometimes. you know? peeing in the street, downloading tinder and going on bad dates, eating cheap and questionable food... you know, living.”

you don’t say much in response. you just let the thought linger in the back of your mind while he changes the subject, as if nothing had happened.

but now, hours later, it still hasn’t left your mind.

and as you sit on the couch, the conversation you had with jeonghan earlier still echoes in your mind.

“live a little more and do some crazy things sometimes” damn, why does that sound so hard?

but that can wait until next week, for now, you just call the usual pizza place, places the usual order, and goes to take a shower (the usual hot one).

it takes less than an hour between placing the order and the doorman buzzing you, you orders from there so often that the delivery guy probably knows your address memorized.

right, he definitely knows it. hansol even asked for your number during one of the deliveries, you can remember the scene exactly: the guy with blonde streaks and a shaved side handing his phone to you, the screen open to the "add contact" page.

“are you gonna send me the pizza place's specials?” asked, amused.

“you know damn well i’m not.”

still, even though you gave it to him, didn't really reply much, so he stopped trying. well, you follow him on instagram (he followed first, obviously!) and keeps up with the stories hansol rarely posts, sometimes complaining about college, or just a random photo of his motorcycle. you won't admit it out loud, but you always watch.

ding-dong.

“hey, princess.” he smiles the moment he sees you, pizza in hand, that nickname slipping out sounding almost too sweet, and… a new hairstyle.

his hair is completely shaved off, a classic buzzcut that looks insanely good on him.

“your hair looks cool,” you compliment him.

“you like it?” he smiles, looking you up and down. “i actually shaved it yesterday.”

“it looks amazing,” you blurt out without really thinking, making the delivery guy bite his lower lip.

doing crazy things sometimes.

jeonghan’s words echo in your mind.

vernon hands you the pizza, along with a small dessert pizza that he says is “on the house for a pretty customer.”

he’s handsome and polite, even when he’s hitting on you, he’s always been respectful.

doing crazy things sometimes.

“don’t you wanna come inside and have a slice?”

he stares at you, almost as if questioning whether he heard right, and you repeat the question, trying not to dwell on where this might lead.

vernon’s mind is a blur: the pizza place hasn’t closed yet, and even though there are other delivery drivers, he still has deliveries to finish, on the other hand, you’re inviting him inside, which is everything he’s ever wanted.

it all started a few months ago: you had just moved in, and your next-door neighbor recommended a nearby pizza place during a chat in the elevator. you made a mental note of it but took a few weeks to actually place an order.

and when you finally did, hansol was the one who delivered it.

he started by testing the waters, complimenting your hair and your outfit, lingering a bit, saying the movie playing on your tv looked cool, finding any excuse to stretch out the delivery by a few extra seconds. then, emboldened by your little laughs, he started taking bolder chances.

“you smell amazing today.” “so fucking gorgeous.” “if you give me a chance, princess…”

and there he was, still looking right at you. for the first time in months, hansol seemed at a loss for words.

realizing you aren't joking, he steps into your apartment, kicks his black sneakers into the corner by the door, and lets his gaze sweep across the room.

“i thought you’d never ask me over.”

“me too,” you admit, taking the pizza from his hands and setting it on the table.

“so, what changed?”

“you never gave up.”

“they say the patient guy always wins,” he laughs, pulling out a chair while watching you grab two plates from the cupboard, he types something on his phone and quickly locks the screen.

“you haven't won anything yet.” you place the plates on the table.

“yet,” he replies without looking away, a subtle smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

the silence that follows burns, not in a bad way, but it’s the moment you start to take in the scene: the pizza delivery guy sitting so casually at your dining table, eating a cheese slice like it’s an everyday occurrence.

you look at hansol again, the buzzcut definitely isn't helping matters, and damn, why *did* you ignore this guy’s messages for so long?

“ever feel like you’re living life completely on autopilot?” you ask.

hansol looks at you curiously, his chewing slowing down as he tries to figure out where this sudden question came from.

“i was talking to a friend today, he said i need to do crazy things sometimes. my life feels so monotonous, work, study, it feels like i’m stuck in a loop of just that.”

“i get it,” he says with a dry laugh. “my life is studying all day and then pulling all nighters delivering pizzas. i don’t even remember the last time i slept eight hours straight.”

“is that why you hit on all the customers?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

“hey! i only hit on you,” he laughs.

“sorry i didn’t answer your texts. it’s not that i wasn’t interested, i just…” you admit.

“too tired?” you nod. “i feel like that almost all the time, too. my friends say i need to stop being so responsible and be a little crazy… like this.”

he looks at you, making the desire he feels for you obvious—though he doesn't really need to. it’s a different feeling, having a man in your home who is, in a way, still a stranger—yet you like it.

“it’s not that you don’t want to, is it?” he teases, that half-smile making you smile too, hansol is completely at ease, and the house is starting to take on his scent. “i think your friend is right, stopping the overthinking and all...”

the tension seems to swallow you both whole. the chair is slowly dragged back, and, as if it were routine, vernon pats his thigh twice, inviting you to sit there.

the surprise? you go, without questioning, without even thinking.

your brain tries to scream that this isn't right, that you shouldn't do it, but before you know it, you’re on hansol’s lap, feeling the delivery guy’s gaze burning into your body.

“do you have any idea how long i’ve wanted this? tell me what i can do.”

you think it over, weighing your options while enjoying the touch of his hand on your legs and considering your limits. “a condom. it’s okay to curse at me, but nothing too humiliating. a light smack is fine, though i admit i’m not used to anything rough.”

he listens, attentive to every boundary you set, your rational side is still telling you it’s crazy to sleep with the pizza delivery guy, but today, you let yourself ignore that voice.

“there’s just one problem, princess: i don’t have a condom,” he admits, after all, in theory, he’s working.

“shit, i… i…”

you don’t need to finish the sentence, he knows. he’s in the same, so tired and drained that sex isn't even on your mind. hansol simply kisses your earlobe, unbothered by the fact that you don't have a condom handy.

in fact, that actually turns him on a bit more, knowing he’s breaking your routine, getting you to give him something that feels like an exception to the rule.

“i can just use my fingers.”

his lips trace a wet line along your jaw, the faint trails of saliva make you restless in his lap. finally, he kisses you, making it clear just how much he’s wanted this for weeks.

the kiss is intense, a little rushed, it couldn't be any other way, the weeks of waiting have driven vernon wild. his mouth tastes of the sugary coke you were drinking, contrasting with the slight tang of ketchup. his tongue takes the lead, tangling with yours.

you let out a soft sigh as his hand slides up under your shirt, his fingers are rough and cool against your warm skin, sending shivers down your spine. vernon starts gently, grazing his thumb over your waist and ribs, then lightly brushing your chest until he reaches your nipple.

“can i take you to bed?” the question makes you tremble, you nod slowly.

he lifts you into his arms and follows your directions to the bedroom. once he sets you down on the bed, it takes him half a second to strip off his own shirt. vernon isn't overly muscular, he has a lean build, his arms and chest show he hits the gym, but it’s clear he’s no "gym rat."

hansol climbs onto the bed and crawls toward you, kisses you hungrily again, using his calloused hand to explore your body. your shirt is pull off, revealing your small tits, you refused to wear a bra at home.

“you have no idea how many times i’ve left here hard, thinking about you like this.”

he kisses your neck, slowly, leaving a trail of saliva, and moves down to your shoulders, his patience is your undoing.

he finally reaches your tits, suckling at your right nipple and grazing it ever so lightly with his teeth just to hear you moan, a sound that makes his cock throb. damn, you look like a fucking erotic dream.

“h-hansol,” you moan.

the name comes out drawn-out and needy, the spark that sends the last shred of his sanity to hell. he hears his phone ringing in the kitchen, probably another delivery guy from the pizza place, but he ignores it, too focused on the half-naked body beneath him.

he growls softly against your skin, his mouth leaving your chest to kiss you again, hungry, with an urgency neither of you can hide anymore.

without ceremony, you feel your shorts being pulled down, taking your thin panties with them, you shift to help remove the scrap of fabric, and suddenly you’re completely naked before hansol.

his kisses trail down again, over your jaw, shoulders, and the valley between your tits, moving down to your stomach and lower, toward the place you both want so badly.

his index finger traces your pussy, and vernon smiles when he notices how slick you are for him.

“fuck, princess. you’re all warm for me.”

he lowers his body, his face is so close to your opening that you can feel his breath. the tip of his tongue touches your clit, making you let out a needy little cry that mingles with the final shrill ring of the delivery guy’s phone.

he rests his hands on your thighs, spreading you wider to expose yourself to him, then let a firm lick from your entrance up to your sweet spot, making you arch your back against the mattress.

“you’re fucking hot!” the sound of the spit is almost pornographic, saliva trickling down your legs, before he sinks his index finger into you. "look at me," he whispers, staring intensely as his finger pushes deep into your pussy.

sensing you relax, he slides in a second finger and returns his tongue to your clit, using just the right amount of pressure to turn your brain to mush.

you try to grab onto his hair, letting out a little laugh when you realize his shaved head won't let you, but damn, you can't even complain, vernon looks so hot with his hair like that.

you start to feel a heat rising in your belly, your toes curling, until you look down and notice: vernon is jerking himself off while he goes down on you.

you don't even know how he does it, but two curved fingers are inside you while his tongue plays with your swollen little nub, and his free hand moves up and down his own cock, staining the sheets a bit with the thick fluid seeping from the head.

fuck the damn routine, fuck the damn rules, and, fuck the damn condom. you need hansol inside you.

just before the orgasm can hit, you pull away, forcefully pushing the delivery guy’s head down and away from you, making him withdraw his fingers.

“did i hurt you, princess? what is it?” his tone is careful, almost guilty.

“no,” your voice wavers, your face burning. “fuck me without a condom. fuck this shit.”

hansol, who hasn't had sex in months either, starts to question his own sanity, confused about whether he heard right, if you really said what he thinks you said.

“say that again. are you telling me to fuck you without a condom?”

you nod, lightly scratching his bicep. “please.”

vernon growls, yanking his jeans and underwear down in one swift motion, he doesn't question it again, just crawls back across the bed, spreads your legs, and, with trembling hands, aligns his dripping cock with your slick cunt.

your wet pussy makes his dick slide in easily, sucking up the delivery guy's entire length, hansol whimpers, his body spasming as your pussy swallows him whole.

“holy shit, i’m gonna cum so fast.”

“inside.” it’s the only thing you moan.

the command shatters any remaining shred of sanity for both of you. “so hot,” he whimpers, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

he can’t go slow anymore, and you don’t want him to. one of his firm hands leaves your hip to trace circles over your clit, making you whimper and try to close your legs, but hansol doesn’t stop.

his thrusts are rough, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. your mind goes blank, you can think of nothing but his thick cock filling you, the tip grazing your cervix, throbbing hard deep inside.

“so good. beautiful. fuck, you’re hot.”

your legs tremble, and the orgasm hits you full force, making you see stars as you throw your head back and scream his name.

hansol doesn’t stop, he’s chasing his own peak, his body shaking with pure lust, moving without any set rhythm, just delirious.

with one final thrust, he presses firmly against your hips, burying himself to the hilt, and you feel his cock shooting jets of cum into your hot pussy. the thick fluid fills you as he stays inside, trying to calm his breathing.

the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing, chests rising and falling as you both try to regain your composure.

vernon buries his face in your neck, his shaved hair tickles your cheek, and his hand now caresses your hips gently.

gradually, his cock goes soft inside you, and when he pulls out, the semen leaks out, staining your thighs and the sheets. your pussy is left empty, and now a little sore from those final, rough thrusts. he rolls onto his side, lying on his back and pulling you against him, making you snuggle into his lean chest. light kisses are planted on your face while hansol caresses your arm.

that caress travels down to between your legs, gently touching your sensitive entrance.

“i think your friend is right… doing crazy things is good for you sometimes.” 

[kooqitas]

bf!haaland! + reader ♡  smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: rough, unprotected and recorded sex :) penetration, size kink!!, haaland has a massive cock, established relationship, cumming inside, affectionate humiliation, aftercare.

summary: erling likes to film you trying to take his cock

🇧🇷 versão em português :)

lying in bed, you watch your boyfriend get up. his pale arms bear the marks of your fingernails, traces of those thick fingers pumping inside you just minutes ago, or, as he puts it, "opening you up so the cock slides in easier."

erling has always been big in every sense, handling him takes effort. over the years, you’ve found your rhythm: sometimes you just rub against each other, sometimes you play with your hands, and sometimes you make love slowly.

and sometimes, lust completely takes over.

like right now.

"what is it?" you ask, still breathless from the orgasm.

"i wanna film you getting up, babe!"

you laugh, used to your boyfriend filming the two of you in moments like this. the blond guy always loved recording your "slutty little moans", his phone gallery is full of videos of him thrusting deep inside you.

the phone looks tiny in his hand, haaland smiles, fingering your wet entrance, making sure to get things even messier by spreading your juices all over.

"slut!" the slap cracks against your cheek, and you laugh with pure masochistic delight, feeling the red mark he’s leaving behind.

his thick tip rubs against you, throbbing intensely, desperate to take you.

"b-baby," you moan softly, wanting to be tortured in a different way.

"beg for it, slut!" he laughs, almost with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "i love hearing you beg."

the camera zooms in on his cock, dripping pre-cum onto your cunt, hovering right at the entrance without sliding in.

"please..." you beg.

"please what, huh? forget how to speak?" his firm tone makes your body heat up even more.

"wreck my pussy, baby," you whimper coyly, your voice almost sickeningly sweet.

erling laughs, sinking the tip of his hard cock into you.

the first six inches go in easily enough, but then he pushes in a few more, and even then, his cock isn't fully inside yet.

you gasp, feeling your walls burn as they stretch to accommodate your boyfriend's cock, he keeps opening you up inch by inch, driving deeper.

"look at that," he says, filming the profane scene. "that tiny little pussy taking my cock. a trained little slut."

the norwegian pushes a bit harder and realizes he’s hit the limit, the head of his cock is bumping against you, deep enough to stop him from going any further.

your body spasms, clamping tight around his thick cock as the first tears spill from your eyes.

"full already?" he taunts. "such a tiny pussy, baby, can't even handle taking it all."

"b-baby," you moan around that thick cock, your body trying to push it out at all costs.

he pushes a little harder, making you scream as the head finally stretches you open. but he quickly pulls back a bit, knowing it’s too much.

"you can never take it all, can you?" he laughs, filming the bulge his cock makes against your belly. he moves it slowly, making your body mold around him, your tummy distended by the size of his cock. "such a weak little thing."

"t-too big." you spread your legs, the burning sensation hurting just as much as it feels good.

"and yet you always take it, don't you, love? you always let me wreck this pussy." slow thrusts and a sweet voice contrasting with the dirty words. "you're gonna be sore tomorrow."

he looks proud, still filming your pussy, even though there are still a few inches left to go, knowing just how hard it is to take his cock.

"i'm gonna tear you apart, princess, can i?" he asks gently, his words making your toes curl.

you nod, spreading your legs wider, staring into his light-colored eyes.

when he picks up the pace, you gasp, clutching his defined biceps as you moan. his thick cock hits the very back of your womb, its length stretching your tight pussy to the limit.

"slut. my slut," he growls, his phone filming your pussy stretching wide to take almost his entire length.

"b-baby," you call out, your mouth falling open.

you know each other so well that he knows exactly what he wants. laughing, the camera shifts to your face, capturing the spit he lands in your mouth, followed by a sharp slap across your delicate cheek.

"bitch! mine!"

the camera is tossed aside onto the bed, still recording a glimpse of the two of you.

erling keeps fucking you, sometimes thrusting all the way inside, hurting you in a way that satisfies your masochistic side, but fuck, it feels so good. you scream and roar, biting his shoulder while digging your nails into his pale back.

your man dominates you so roughly, so powerfully, stretching your tight pussy, using you like a doll, driven wild by your hot hole taking his cock.

"greedy whore, you can't even handle it all, but you won't let me stop." his large body shoves against yours, making you scream every time he pushes past the limit and buries it deep.

tears stream down your cheeks as he kisses you, clumsy, rough. "i fucking love you." he kisses you again, almost devouring you. "my woman. my slut."

your hole clenches, and you try to close your legs out of pure reflex when your belly begins to burn, not from the penetration this time.

"hot. my woman is so damn hot."

"b-baby," you whimper around his thick cock, your face flushed red as tears stream down. "i love you."

"bitch. my bitch. my slut. my cumdump." he kisses your jaw, completely losing control.

his cock throbs inside you, your toes curling tight, as the blond man fumbles across the bed for the phone he’d tossed aside.

just so he can record your orgasm, the slutty little cries you make while he keeps fucking you, filming your body trembling beneath him.

"i'm gonna cum inside you, baby," he says, thrusting on as he chases his own release. "i'm gonna fill up that pussy."

he kisses you again, gripping your jaw as he devours you, in every sense of the word.

his cock slams deep against your cervix, and you scream.

and then haaland comes. deep inside you, making sure to shoot jets of cum right into your ravaged pussy, not wasting a single drop, his cock buried to the hilt.

when his breathing settles, he kisses you, his touch a little gentler now.

he pulls back just enough to film exactly how deep inside you he is, chuckling softly. "you always take it all. you really are the woman of my life."

he thrusts a few more times, just to mess you up, your thighs are still trembling as the camera captures the spasms.

"i love you so much. you're so beautiful." that tender compliment hardly seems to come from the guy who’s going to be the reason you’re walking with a wobble for the next few days.

and when his cock starts to go soft and he pulls it out, your pussy clenches around the emptiness, gaping wide after taking that thick dick.

"so beautiful." the blond lowers the camera, capturing exactly how dirty and used you look. "totally stretched out by my cock," he says affectionately, running his fingers through the sticky fluids and over your abused opening.

you moan, the slight sting in your pussy and deep in your belly makes you feel weak.

"you're the woman of my dreams."

haaland turns off the camera, lingering for a few seconds to admire the mess he made, your pussy all stretched out and slick.

"i love you so fucking much!"

he kisses your forehead.

he goes to the bathroom, grabbing a wet towel and some ointment, and cleans you up completely with the utmost care. even though the blond is rough by nature, he’s always incredibly gentle with you.

after cleaning you, he applies the ointment, tending to the hole he’d just roughed up. then, he heads to the kitchen to get a hot water bottle for your belly, he knows that even though it only happened a few times, the way he pounded against your cervix is ​​going to leave you sore.

it’s almost funny, the same rough guy who just wrecked you with his aggressive cock is now taking care of you like a princess, peppering your face with kisses while stroking your hair.

"we’re gonna get married one day, you know?" he gives you a goofy smile.

[kooqitas]

i made two posts about haaland in portuguese but i'm wondering if someone would be interested too

...anyone?

[kooqitas]

couple!boogyu! + reader ♡  smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, cumming inside, threesome, fingering (f & m), oral (f. & m.), vaginal & anal. gyu!top-softdom, boo!switch.

summary: your best-friend couple wants to have fun with a third person…

being a couple’s firend has its perks (and downsides) like sitting on your friends' couch right now, sharing a charcuterie board and some wine.

you saw mingyu and seungkwan start to flirt shyly, you saw mingyu feel insecure about whether the flirting actually meant something or was just seungkwan teasing him, you were there when they shared their first kiss, and even after becoming an official couple, the two of them never “abandoned” you.

talking to them is always so easy, about any topic, in any situation. maybe that’s why you don’t mind ditching a club on a saturday night just to hang out with them.

“want more wine?” mingyu asks, heading toward the kitchen.

you nod, watching the dark-haired guy head toward the kitchen, pretending not to notice when he rubs himself against his boyfriend’s big ass. and you don’t judge, for one, it’s their place, and for another, seungkwan’s big ass drives you crazy too, if you were dating him, you’d be no different from mingyu.

you watch mingyu mime a thrusting motion, whispering something you can’t quite hear but know is dirty. then they head back to the sofa as if nothing happened.

"seungkwan’s got it into his head that he wants to have some fun with someone else."

the words make you choke slightly. sure, you’re friends, and sure, you know about each other’s sex lives, but... a third person?

"he’s kind of obsessed with the idea of ​​fucking pussy while i’m fucking him."

you nod, as if paying attention to the conversation, watching seungkwan arrive a moment later.

"obsessed? nah! but damn, i really wanna a wet pussy."

you try not to react, sure, they’re your friends and you’re rooting hard for their relationship, but it would be a lie to say you’ve never imagined yourself with them. lately, for the past few months, it’s been happening often: before bed, when you wake up, when you go out to lunch with them. you’d imagine what they were like in bed, picture yourself watching, or even joining in...

"if you guys are comfortable with it, i don't see why not," you reply casually, trying not to show how much that affected you.

"yeah, we’re just thinking carefully about *who* because it can't be just anyone," boo smiles, picking a piece of cheese off the board and taking another sip of wine. "actually, we do have someone in mind."

and you could swear his eyes are traveling over your body. all over your body. it’s probably the alcohol making you imagine things, but it’s enough to give you goosebumps, enough to make you feel wet.

"i hope she says yes." you raise your own glass to your lips, feeling the wine warm your body even more.

"us too," mingyu replies, his tongue wetting his lips.

a few minutes pass, more wine, and the charcuterie board is nearly empty again.

and you feel dirty.

because yes, you’ve always been turned on by your friends as a couple, but now, knowing they want a 'third person', it’s like you’re in heat. your mind is racing, imagining mingyu’s large body thrusting into the other, wondering if seungkwan is as needy and affectionate as he looks, picturing that round little ass being squeezed.

and things get even worse when they start kissing.

mingyu’s large hand gripping the back of seungkwan’s neck, seungkwan looking so small against mingyu’s body, letting out soft, needy whimpers into his boyfriend’s mouth, sighing quietly.

you step away, heading to the bathroom to try and pull yourself together, it’s not the first time you’ve seen them kissing, nor the first time it’s turned you on, but this time, you feel like you’re losing your mind.

"shit!" you mutter, trying to deal with the mess starting to form between your legs.

and when you return to the living room, ready with the little scene you’d rehearsed so you could leave, the situation is even worse: seungkwan is kneeling, while mingyu remains seated on the couch.

they’re still fully dressed, the younger one’s hand rests on his own thigh, waiting for a command.

that’s when mingyu locks eyes with you.

the words he speaks next leave you unable to go through with your planned exit.

"come here. kneel down too, princess." ...and you don't even have time to refuse. you kneel beside seungkwan, obeying without a second thought.

"beautiful," he says, watching you join the other man, apprehension still evident in your eyes. "you were always the third person. from the very beginning, seungkwan has only talked about you, about how much he wants to fuck you, to taste you."

you look at him, watching the younger man bite his lip as he rakes his gaze over your body.

"mingyu said i was crazy, that you wouldn't go for it... but you will, won't you?" his hand touches your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. "i even got tested just for you, say you'll do it, please."

you feel the room spinning, his gaze burning into you, the scent of wine drifting straight from his mouth. then you nod, watching a smile spread across boo's lips.

he kisses you his hand on the back of your neck pulling you close, the taste of alcohol shared between your tongues.

you feel a hand in your hair a bit firmer, a tighter grip and feel seungkwan nuzzling against your lips, you open your eyes just a crack to understand: mingyu is controlling the two of you, pressing your faces together with a bit more force.

"s-so hot."

then you feel seungkwan’s arms pulling your sweatshirt up, leaving you in just a thin top.

"kwannie was losing his mind just thinking about your pussy," you hear mingyu say. "whining the whole time about how tight and warm it must be."

the thin top is removed as well, the lack of a bra leaves your nipples exposed. the smaller man looks at kim, a silent request for permission to touch you.

still on his knees, seungkwan leans in to suck on your nipples the moment mingyu nods, making you gasp at the sensation of his wet tongue. your gasps are silenced when mingyu kisses you holding you in place.

his mouth sucks at your hardened nipple with ravenous hunger, seungkwan driven by his own need to touch you.

"beautiful," mingyu hisses.

for a few seconds, you no longer feel the older man's hand, but moments later, you feel that same hand pushing your head down until it touches his hard cock.

"i wanna watch the two of you sucking me off," he commands, stroking both your heads.

mingyu remains seated on the sofa, pants down and legs spread wide, his hard cock slapping against his covered abdomen.

you lock eyes with seungkwan, and you both quickly begin licking from base to tip, mingyu growling at the sensation, your tongues meeting at the tip and sharing the salty taste in a clumsy kiss pressed against the slick, glistening tip.

the smaller man’s hand goes back to playing with your nipple, his fingers circling the peak while you both still share mingyu’s cock.

"fuck, that feels so good. yeah, suck it just like that!"

and when you take him deep all at oncefeeling the swollen head pulsing inside your throat, boo takes the opportunity to suck his boyfriend’s heavy balls, driving the older man wild.

mingyu doesn't last long like that, he soon comes in your mouths, and you share it all in a sloppy kiss, feeling the mixture of cum and saliva dripping down your chins.

you take off your own pants, watching the other two strip down as well.

"sit over there!" boo asks you to sit on the sofa, right where mingyu had been.

you obey, sitting down and spreading your legs, and the very next second, seungkwan whimpers without even touching you.

"pretty pussy," he coos, admiring every detail of your wet folds, all slick and ready for him. "i wish you’d sit on my face," he admits.

before he can touch you, mingyu spreads your cunt wide with his fingers and spits right onto it, a thick stream of saliva runs down.

"you can use it now," he taunts.

seungkwan dives in, caring little about the grotesque amount of his boyfriend's spit, he moans and murmurs his thanks as he tastes you, everything he’s dreamed of these past few weeks.

"perfect. beautiful. so beautiful."

you cling to the couch, your legs turning to jelly. mingyu watches his boyfriend losing his mind, all while stroking his own cock to the sight of the other man eating you out.

then he joins you on the couch, pressing wet kisses to your lips and playing with the tits, taking advantage of you in your needy, submissive state.

the younger one slides two fingers inside to loosen you up, delighting in the way your tight hole sucks at his fingers, feeling his cock harden with every little slutty moan you let out.

"beautiful little sluts." mingyu gives your cheek a light tap before looking at his boyfriend.

"i need to fuck you. please, let me fuck you," seungkwan begs, his hard cock slapping against his own stomach.

"we have a deal: you only fuck her pussy if i’m eating your asshole." mingyu’s words are filthy, affecting you just as much.

seungkwan nods, willing to do anything for your pussy.

mingyu disappears for a few minutes, leaving his boyfriend to revel in the moment, literally rubbing his face against you, getting your scent all over him, wanting to keep that smell on his skin.

"i’ve wanted you for so long. fuck, thank god you’re such a dirty slut." he rubs his nose against your clit, feeling your fingers clench in his hair.

the orgasm begins to wash over you, and you grind against him, seeking your own pleasure, wanting to cum knowing he’ll swallow every drop and thank you for it.

and when the larger man returns to the living room with a tube of lube in hand, he simply watches you cumming in his boyfriend's mouth, delighted by the sinful scene before him.

"you put in what i asked for, right? i’m not feeling very patient." he asks, and boo nods, moving from the edge of the couch to get on all fours on the shaggy rug, lifting his little ass high and showing off the silver jewelry buried in his hole.

you’re practically drooling, while you were tormenting yourself with wanting both of them, seungkwan had a plug inside him, stretching him out just right for mingyu.

that’s the moment you realize: it was all planned.

and fuck, seungkwan’s ass is huge, maybe you’ll want to fuck him in this position someday, too.

you step closer and deliver a sharp smack to his upturned ass, watching him whimper at the sting.

mingyu gives the tip of the plug a few taps, lighter than yours, teasing his boyfriend before pulling the object out and bringing it to your mouth.

you suck on it, tasting seungkwan’s little hole, blaming your long nails for keeping you from helping spread him wide open for kim. you lick every inch of the metal jewelry, savoring the taste of the younger man’s ass however you can.

after spreading some lube, mingyu spits on his boyfriend and easily slides two fingers inside, you watch as seungkwan grips the rug, taking those thick fingers so well and asking for another.

"so beautiful," you whisper to him before giving his upturned ass a hard smack.

"f-fuck," he gasps.

and before you know it, mingyu’s thick cock is sinking into that tight little ass, which accepts it so readily.

you find yourself instinctively rubbing your fingers against your own pussy, watching the two of them fucking so deliciously right in front of you.

"c-come here," seungkwan moans, still adjusting to the thick cock stretching him open.

mingyu lifts his boyfriend’s body just enough for you to slide underneath, lying on the shaggy rug with your body facing them head-on.

kim gives your cheek a playful little tap, laughing as seungkwan rubs the head of his cock against you.

“i thought you wouldn’t accept,” kim teases. “ but you’d even say yes if it were me eating your tight little ass, right, babe?”  ​​the last word dripping with acid.

“fuck me,” you practically beg the younger one, your sanity hanging by a thread.

seungkwan aligns the head of his cock with you, making you gasp, his slender body is the complete opposite of that thick dick.

“—so hot,” he whimpers, burying himself deep, thrusting without gentleness into your tight pussy, his thick cock throbbing. that needy, whiny voice in your ear makes your whole body pulse.

and when he finally slides all the way in, locking eyes with you, mingyu thrusts roughly into *him*, making him moan against you and pressing his slender body against yours.

it takes a few seconds to find a shared rhythm, but they settle into a back-and-forth motion that feels amazing for all three: your pussy getting fucked by seungkwan while his tight little ass gets eaten out by his boyfriend.

you never even imagined this in your dirtiest dreams, seungkwan on top of you, moaning like a little slut on mingyu’s cock, while using his own thick dick to take his arousal out on your pussy.

“little slut.” you don’t know if mingyu is talking about you or his boyfriend, but you feel it when he shoves in with even more force.

“fuck, tight pussy,” he whimpers. “s-so good.”

seungkwan wants to scream, the thick cock is stretching his tight ass without mercy, and his boyfriend’s balls are slapping against his like an animal’s. meanwhile, your warm pussy is sucking his cock deeper inside, clamping down wetly while you moan loudly.

he kisses you, no set rhythm, not really knowing what he’s doing, but kissing you as he tries to relax into his own intense arousal. “i wanna eat that pussy later,” mingyu growls, biting the younger one’s ear, “cum inside that stretched-out little cunt.”

his fingernails dig into mingyu’s arms, the large body pressing seungkwan against you makes you feel him, their bodies swaying as one, ready to ruin you both.

“did you like his cock?” he teases. “i’m sure you can handle both of us next time, we’ll train you for it.”

train you, fuck, your pussy trembles just at the thought of fucking them again.

“s-so good,” seungkwan whimpers loudly, you can feel his legs shaking.

his hands squeeze your tits, rough, almost painfully so, he just wants relief. it’s too much, a torture far better than he’d imagined.

“i’m gonna fill your little hole,” seungkwan whines, choking on his own arousal as he grinds his body against you.

mingyu’s pressure is intense enough for you to feel it, just imagine the havoc that big cock is wreaking inside the younger one’s ass.

“tight pussy,” he whimpers one last time before cumming inside.

the thick, sticky jet spreads inside you, even though seungkwan has stopped thrusting, kim’s massive body keeps his cock moving inside you.

boo whimpers, a mess of moans and tears, too weak for anything else, while your pussy is still being punished simply by the pressure of their bodies.

"cum for us, you slut," mingyu growls.

"c-cum, p-pretty," boo urges.

and you do cum, coating seungkwan’s cock, your legs trembling and breath hitching, without even realizing that seungkwan has come again.

cum trickles down as the younger one’s tears fall onto your face, he kisses you clumsily, trying to stifle his own moans.

then mingyu pulls out, still without having come.

"fuck, i held back like crazy, okay?" he laughs, explaining himself.

seungkwan’s body shifts off yours to the side, and that’s when kim slides into your mouth, a somewhat awkward 69 position while the younger one catches his breath.

you taste the faint flavor of seungkwan’s ass mixed with kim’s cock, and it’s the same for him, your messy pussy blending your juices with his spurts of cum.

mingyu doesn’t let you breathe, burying his cock deep in your throat, thrusting hard as if it were just any hole, all while continuing to ravage your messy pussy, he sucks up every drop of the thick cum there, swallowing it and savoring the taste of the incredible sex you just had.

and when he cums, filling your throat without a shred of mercy, you gag as the fluid spills out the side.

mingyu pulls away, and you don’t think twice before kissing seungkwan—sharing mingyu’s cum once again.

"beautiful," he says proudly, joining the kiss immediately, the chaotic rhythm highlights the mess you’ve made.

"next time, i want you sitting on my face," seungkwan says firmly. "i’m gonna eat your pussy before you take us both."

and you smile, eager for the next time.

[kooqitas]

bf-seungcheol! + reader ♡  smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public (bathroom), rough sex, cumming inside, degradation, dry humping power play, orgasm denial, anal mentioned, changbin is you personal trainer.

summary: your boyfriend loses his control when he picks you up from the gym and sees the personal trainer drooling over you.

you know seungcheol works his ass off, and you try to understand the situation, but it's frustrating. it's tiring having dinner interrupted by calls, tiring planning everything and sometimes not even getting to have dinner. you are indeed an understanding girlfriend, but damn, it's incredibly frustrating!

when you finally finish complaining to yourself in the mirror, you decide to muster the courage to go to the gym. you had given up on going the moment you made plans to go to the movies with your boyfriend, but since the son of a bitch canceled, at least you could vent your anger on the bench press.

"look who showed up!" your personal trainer jokes when he sees you.

"don't mess with me, changbin, i came last week."

"yeah, you came on tuesday and missed the rest of the week." he doesn't lie.

one of the advantages of having a boyfriend who supports you financially is undoubtedly the gym schedule, the empty environment with just you, your personal trainer, and maybe two trophy wives there.

and that's one of the reasons why you don't care at all about the length of your clothes, the tiny shorts with a bit of your ass showing are practically your uniform. is changbin a straight man? yes. does he flirt with you sometimes? yes. has he made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't mind being your lover? countless times.

but you only have eyes for your boyfriend.

and seungcheol knows this, however, that doesn't stop his blood from boiling when he walks into the gym to pick you up unexpectedly and sees changbin staring at your ass shamelessly. it's almost pathetic to watch the guy drooling over a piece of exposed skin. he even thinks about making a scene, yelling at the personal trainer in front of everyone, threatening to gouge out his eyes or anything like that.

but he takes a deep breath and heads towards the women's bathroom.

when the workout finally ends, all you can think about is how much you need to take a shower. you put your bag on the sink and start to undress, but before you can even get into a stall, you feel a hand grabbing you from behind.

“fuck it, seungcheol! you scared the hell out of me.”

he doesn't answer you, just turns you around, pressing your body against the cold wall and kisses you angrily, a wet, messy kiss, full of jealousy. and when he pulls away, you notice his gaze: possessive, angry.

“he was staring at your ass like a dog in heat and you didn't do anything.” he justifies before you even question him.

“who, seungcheol?” you ask, you know perfectly well who your boyfriend is talking about because you also noticed the stares, just don't care enough, changbin isn't the first or the last guy to desire you.

“don't mess around. i'm talking about changbin.” he doesn't yell, seungcheol has never been the type of guy to yell at you, but he's clearly pissed. “the guy practically buried his face in your ass.”

"relax, cheol, he was just checking if the exercise was being done correctly," you tease.

and he knows, he knows you're teasing him, he knows changbin will never touch you, yet he still gets annoyed. without saying anything, he approaches again, gently turns your face to the side, and starts giving you little bites on your neck. you know it'll leave a mark, but you're curious to see how far this jealous scene will go.

"he was just correcting your posture, right?"

"that's right, honey, totally professional, it's like he's thinking about sleeping with me someday," you laugh, teasing even more.

he lets out a low laugh, and you know you're screwed, "i'm the one who's gonna correct your slutty attitude."

the kiss is rough, smacking, you feel like you're going to be devoured at any moment, his large body completely covering you and dominating you. you barely notice when your shorts slip down, but you're sure the hard slap on your ass echoed outside the bathroom.

seungcheol growls, pressing his hard cock against your ass, still dressed. your panties end up on the floor, along with your tiny shorts, and you hear the rustling of your boyfriend's clothes.

"cross your legs." you don't quite understand, but you obey, crossing your legs while still standing, as he asked.

at first, you think your boyfriend is going to fuck you without any preparation, making you feel that burning sensation when your cunt needs to get used to his thick cock. but what he does is worse, his drooling cock starts rubbing against the space between your legs, getting wet between your thighs.

“c-cheol-”

“shut up!” he doesn’t even let you finish, knowing you’re going to beg him to pound you hard, to break your little hole, and he knows himself well enough to know he won’t be able to refuse.

his thick dick continues rubbing against you, soiling your legs and making you whimper in frustration. your boyfriend also moans, using your thighs as if they were your little hole, rubbing his cock there in lust, even more turned on by seeing you whimper.

his heavy hand goes inside your shirt, squeezing your nipple, pinching it, while he makes sure to leave hickeys and bites on your neck.

“p-please,” you groan, the lust is so intense it causes physical pain, having cheol rubbing against your legs like that could be considered torture.

he lets out a mocking laugh against your neck, his thick cock throbbing between your thighs. deep down, seungcheol wants the same thing you do, but he's not going to give it to you like that.

"what do you think? that i'm gonna see you offering yourself like a whore to your personal trainer and then just fuck you?"

"c-cheol," you whine again, the tips of his fingers touching your groin, his cock on your thighs, not even close to where you really need it.

it's clear that at this point his pleasure is seeing you humiliate yourself.

"that pathetic little whore voice of yours isn't gonna make me fuck you." he grabs your tits again, pinching your right nipple until you let out a little scream, his sticky cock on your thigh, feeling you tremble. "slut!" his firm hand pulls your hair.

you bite your lips, trying not to moan, trying not to humiliate yourself even more, but you feel that if he doesn't fuck you right there you might literally explode with lust, your heavy breathing from anger making your pussy wetter and wetter.

he laughs, running his finger between your legs, playing with the sticky liquid there, making your legs give way. "all wet, needy little slut."

and then seungcheol fits the head of his cock into you, making you whimper again, begging for mercy. "i'm only gonna fuck you because i need to cum. you're forbidden, understand?" he nibbles your ear to firmly spell it out. "forbidden."

you nod, too dumb to disagree, not caring about being used for his pleasure.

and when your boyfriend enters, all at once, it's impossible not to feel the impact of his firm body pushing against yours. his thick cock forcing you open, making you endure it all. he thrusts into you with such force that your body loses its balance, causing you to grab onto the sink in an attempt to.

half-failing to stay upright. his wet cock making noises against your sweaty bodies, your pussy stretching around his thick, punishing cock.

"mine, fuck!" he growls, your body swaying each time his hard cock opens you wider.

the rhythm is punishing, pounding you relentlessly, making you take every inch of his cock to the hilt, and you can only moan, completely lost in his thick cock impaling you, in the face of your boyfriend fucking you.

"this pussy is mine."

seungcheol fucks you mercilessly, you know this will leave you more sore than any workout. you know the marks of the rough sex will remain on your skin, and that only excites you more each second, the idea of ​​your man using you as a receptacle making you delirious.

"i'm gonna cum in you. my favorite little hole." his words overflow with possession.

the orgasm hits seungcheol hard, he's fucking you completely out of control, ejaculating inside you in a kind of animalistic way, the thick white liquid covering you completely as he slows down.

you continue without coming, obeying the order he gave you minutes ago. and when he finally recovers, his cock, smeared with his own sperm, makes a 'plop' as it withdraws from inside.

"your luck," he starts pulling up his pants. "is that i don't have a pocket pussy here, or i'd make sure to shove it up your ass to fuck it like that."

the idea is dirty, imagining your boyfriend putting a 'fleshlight' inside you, and then using it, is so disgusting that it turns you on even more, being used as a mere hole for seungcheol excites you more than you like to admit.

and of course he notices. you've been together long enough to know that you're compatible in this depraved dynamic.

"just imagine, shoving one of these things inside you and going all the way in, preventing you from feeling me."

he turns on the tap, splashing water on your face, while you stand there, soaked, horny, willing to do anything to come. his big hands pull your shorts up, dressing you awkwardly, both of you aware that soon his sperm will leak inside you.

"now you're gonna put on your best cynical face, and go tell changbin that this was the best workout you've ever had." you threaten to open your mouth to say that the personal trainer will find out what happened, but seungcheol cuts you off. "and if you do it really well, at home i'll think about whether i'll let you come."

and you nod. going towards changbin while thinking about your boyfriend's cock impaling you again later.

[kooqitas]

hiii guys i received a lot of requests in these days and i just wanted to say that i ***really*** liked them all BUT i also have a blog in pt (@dinofode) and people request a lot of things there (the last 5-6 stories were brazilian requests) so i will write what you requested (woozi on the yacht and vernon buzzcut especially, oh my god I NEED to write that) but considering requests from another blog + my personal life i'll need some [a lot of] time for that ok?! i'll write as i have time!

but tysmmmmm for ordering me im sooo happy hihihi

[kooqitas]

salesman-seungkwan! + reader ♡  smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public (fitting room), rough sex, cumming inside, cute ending (?), fingering.

summary: you meet a weary salesman willing to help you find a dress, and well, much more than that.

the truth is, seungkwan hates his job! he works almost all day as a salesman in a clothing store. after finishing college, he really wanted a trainee or assistant position in the fashion industry, but he graduated without connections, and that's how he's been working for two years now.

and it can always get worse, because boo had planned a short trip for the week but everything fell apart when his boss called him on sunday saying she couldn't let him off anymore because she needed to travel with her family.

and that's how seungkwan is now: in charge of the store and with blood in his eyes.

meanwhile, you enter the store almost desperately seeking salvation. your cousin's wedding is next week, and you still don't have a dress. you even bought one or two on shein, but they definitely only looked good on the models…

“hi,” you say gently as you enter, “i'm looking for a dress.”

seungkwan puts down the magazine he's reading, scanning the entire store as if showing you the thousands of options available. “what kind of dress?”

“to be honest?” you sigh, “i have no idea. can you help me?” you try to read his name on his name tag. “seungkwan, right?” you smile at the handsome sales assistant.

he gives a slight smile; people don't usually pay attention to his name, they don't even bother to read the name tag around his body, so he decides to be a little nicer. he starts walking around the store, showing you the options, "what do you like? floral? pastel? something basic?"

"nothing basic, please!"

he laughs, perhaps the first genuine laugh he's given in weeks. "okay, okay. what's the occasion?"

and while you tell him your whole story about your cousin's wedding dress, which you don't even like *that* much but need to wear to avoid more family problems, seungkwan starts to notice you.

not exactly because you're pretty, he serves so many customers every day that it doesn't attract much attention anymore, but because, besides being pretty, smelling good, and attractive, you're polite and care about him, telling him family gossip as if you were close friends, looking him in the eyes, and calling him by name without hesitation.

and that's dangerous, because seungkwan is so tired that he doesn't know if he can handle someone so… you. someone who, without realizing it, makes him forget for a few minutes that he hates his job.

and who, of course, is incredibly hot.

“want to try this one on? it's on sale for $15.” he says, pulling a dress off the rack, which really seems to be one of the most beautiful dresses you've ever seen in your life.

you look at the tag out of habit, staring at him suspiciously. “seungkwan, here it's $90”

but he doesn't seem to care much, "it's seungkwan's special promotion. a pretty woman pays just what i want."

"are you sure this won't give you problems? i can pay the original price, no problem, sweetheart."

"just t-try the dress!" he chokes.

it's not like there couldn't be a problem, but at the same time, seungkwan has worked there for so long that he knows his boss won't even notice it's missing; she doesn't even look at the stock, let alone notice the disappearance of a single dress.

you enter the fitting room, and the man lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, then realizes he's completely screwed.

"do you think it looks good?" you open the curtain.

the tight dress squeezing your tits, highlighting your waist, and making seungkwan drool, damn, you look fucking gorgeous in that outfit. seungkwan stares at you for too long, completely speechless.

“damn, you look gorgeous.”

“do i really? or are you just trying to sell me something to earn a commission, huh?” you give him a light tap on the arm, looking back at yourself in the mirror.

“definitely, my salary depends on your $12 dress.” he teases, making you laugh at his audacity, the atmosphere becoming too comfortable… “seriously, you look fucking gorgeous.” his eyes fall back on your body, the tip of his lip being bitten.

you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to control the smirk that is forming, adjusting the strap of the dress on your shoulder and staring at the salesman again through the mirror, noticing how much he seems to be controlling himself to avoid devouring you. “i don’t know if i trust you that much, i think you’re just saying that to make me buy it.”

“i think it’s pretty clear that i don’t care about the sale.” he leans against the dressing room wall, staring at you from head to toe, noticing the tight fabric on your backside, thinking things that are far too inappropriate for someone on the job.

“i’ll take it!” you try to deflect, for the sake of both your sanity.

seungkwan is gorgeous, the black dress shirt tucked into his forearms, the tailored trousers highlighting his legs, the crooked badge on his chest, everything about him seems unfairly attractive. and maybe it’s the stress, the playful way he talks, maybe the fact that he’s devouring you with his eyes, you don’t know, but you’re losing your mind with the man in there.

“ah, seungkwan,” you call the salesperson again. “i really need a skirt for a birthday party, do you have any here?”

“a family birthday or…?”

“slut skirt.” you laughs.

he stares at you in silence. then he lets out a laugh so genuine that he shakes his head without even noticing.

“you wanna kill me, don’t you? i’ll see what i can do.”

he walks away through the store again and you close the fitting room curtain, staring at your reflection for a few seconds. fuck, it had been a long time since you felt this much lust for someone you didn’t know.

meanwhile, outside, seungkwan tries to pretend he can think straight. failing miserably, because in his head all he wants at that moment is to have sex with you in the store's fitting room.

but amidst his lustful thoughts, he grabs a tighter black skirt, along with a random shirt, honestly barely paying attention to what he chooses, because if he thinks about you wearing anything, he knows he’ll go crazy.

“i found another option,” he says, approaching the fitting room. “i think-”

and he opens the curtain before even finishing the sentence.

silence.

you freeze instantly.

because in the middle of changing clothes, you're only in your panties and bra.

seungkwan stares at you, completely speechless. his eyes wander down your semi-nude body without any filter. and damn, you're much hotter than he thought.

"oh, fuck," he swallows hard, looking away too late. "sorry."

but he doesn't leave, doesn't even threaten to close the fitting room curtain, and you both notice it.

the silence seems to suffocate you, not from discomfort, but from lust. the damn skirt is still in seungkwan's hand, while he remains standing, totally unable to think, staring at your body once more, blatantly looking at your panties.

“i-i always ask if i can come in, sorry!” despite the words, he doesn't look at your face, but rather at the damn panties you're wearing.

“if i were bothered, i'd tell you to leave…” you say sincerely, his gaze burning into you.

seungkwan has been living on autopilot for months, working himself to the bone, freaking out over clients, sleeping little and having even less sex… he really doesn't even remember the last time he had sex.

and then you appear, gentle, fragrant, and now half-naked in front of him inside a tiny fitting room, looking as if you're also going crazy with all of this.

he's going to lose it.

“you're trying to kill me.” he murmurs almost to himself, wiping his mouth as his gaze drops to your body again, without any shame. “no, seriously.” he laughs weakly, completely disbelieving. “i open the curtain and find you in just your panties.”

his eyes stop on the black fabric once more.

“and this damn pantie is still pretty.”

“it’s just a basic one,” you retort, glancing down quickly. “it doesn’t even have lace.”

“then take it off.” he laughs, trying to joke, but you both realize it wasn’t a joke.

his gaze remains fixed on you, burning you, seungkwan already completely out of control. his own smile slowly fades as he realizes what he just said.

“damn…” he runs a hand over his face, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “sorry. i definitely shouldn’t have said that.”

you don’t react, you don’t reprimand him, because all you can feel is your panty getting wet, the heavy silence, you imagining what he would be like on top of you.

“where’s your boss?”

he laughs irritably, “somewhere out of the country with the family.”

the sentence being the end of any sanity between you, because that's when you kiss him. pulling him roughly by the collar of his shirt, standing on tiptoe to reach his full lips.

the first shock is somewhat violent, almost desperate, and you take a while to adjust your rhythm. his firm hands gripping your hips, his fingers touching the thin fabric of your panties, while you unbutton your dress shirt.

“fuck, we can't do this here.”

but at the same time he makes no move to stop, his firm hand pulling your bare thighs, then playing with the band of your bra, until finally putting a hand inside, squeezing your tits with desire, making you sigh into his mouth.

“hot, so beautiful!” seungkwan unbuttons your bra, then takes off his own shirt.

the fitting room is cramped, without much space for the two of you; clearly not made for what's happening there, but lust speaks louder.

his finger slides easily under your panties, pushing the fabric aside and playing with the wetness between your legs, rubbing his middle finger against your entrance just to see you squeeze your eyes shut.

he brings his finger to his mouth, tasting a little of your flavor, becoming somewhat frustrated when he realizes he can't suck you there, the space is ridiculously small.

"you're still gonna come in my mouth," he says before returning his finger to your cunt

now, slowly inserting it, feeling you gag in his mouth, swallowing your soft moans as your pussy opens wide, accepting him.

"all open for me, babe?"

the affectionate nickname makes you tremble, and he takes advantage to insert another finger, feeling you all wet, accepting him so well.

“s-seungkwan”

the moan is almost like music to him, his fingers going deep into your pussy, your clit hitting the palm of his hand as he stretches you wide.

your hand squeezes his cock through his pants, rubbing it and seeing how big it is, damn, you want this man inside you. you unbutton and unzip his pants shamelessly, whimpering while he still puts his fingers in your hole.

“kwan,” the nickname comes sweetly from your lips. “fuck… fuck, fuck me.”

“ princess, i don’t have a condom here.”

and it's obvious you don't have one either; it was just a trip to the clothing store, you didn't expect to end up in this situation.

seungkwan continues to insert his fingers into you, pulling them out and thrusting them in with a somewhat rough speed, but it's not enough, you need him completely.

"i... i'm on birth control, p-please."

seungkwan growls, "you're making me completely lose control!" he knows it's wrong to have sex without a condom, but he hasn't been able to think straight for a long time.

and then you hear his pants falling to the floor, and you feel him pushing you against the wall, your leg gripping his hip, exposing you even more.

you can't see it, but you feel the head of his thick cock rubbing against you, "are you sure?" seungkwan asks, and your only response is a somewhat pathetic moan.

and he enters, his thick cock stretching your pussy wide, leaving you wide open for him.

“it’s squeezing me tight.” he kisses you awkwardly, his teeth chattering, while every inch of his cock opens you up more and more. “fuck, you’re so hot.”

and when he finally thrusts inside you, seungkwan pulls out all at once, only to thrust back in again, his cock impaling you forcefully, hitting your uterus, and just when you get used to it, seungkwan’s rhythm is brutal.

“swallowing me whole, sweetheart.”

he’s angry, angry at his job, at his boss, angry at not being where he thought he’d be at this point in his career, and he takes all that anger out on your pussy, thrusting hard while he fucks you in the store fitting room.

“k-kwan,” you moan his name, trying to say how good it feels, but the disjointed moans are louder, making you cling to his shoulders.

the thin walls of the fitting room begin to tremble, he opens your legs wider at his waist, making his entire cock enter you.

"such a good pussy!"

you try to moan quietly, because if someone comes into the store you're screwed, but it's impossible, his cock is hitting you in the right place, making your eyes roll back.

"is it good? tell me," he asks hoarsely, almost as if he needs confirmation after all this time without sex.

the heat in the fitting room is unbearable, the ceiling fan not helping at all, sweat drips from seungkwan's forehead, his body contracting as he continues to fuck you.

your wet pussy accepting his thick cock without complaint, you wrap your arm completely around his neck, moaning like a little slut.

you start to tense up on seungkwan's cock, moaning that you're going to come, and that drives him even crazier. he fixes your hair that was starting to fall on your forehead, gives you a quick kiss and thrusts again.

"are you gonna  come for me, slut? come, love."

and when your pussy tightens as if it wants to swallow him whole, seungkwan gives a sadistic laugh, the brutal relief after months of not being able to fuck because of that damn job was happening right there in the fitting room.

and you come, your legs trembling and making you weak in his arms, covering his entire cock with your juices.

and seungkwan feels it, feels your pussy contracting, feels your fluid running down his cock, and he continues thrusting slowly, his spasms still ravaging you completely.

"so beautiful!" and he comes.

seungkwan comes almost painfully, after months he's finally coming on something that isn't his own hand. the thick, heavy, warm stuff going inside you, sticking to you completely, filling you up.

and he doesn't stop thrusting until the last drop is out, until it's dripping down your legs.

and even then, when it's over, it's still stuck to you.

your leg slides off his hip, your face still buried in his neck, breathing heavily.

"damn, i really needed that."

a few minutes later you look at each other, laughing a little foolishly at the crazy idea you both had. the fitting room smells of sex and sweat, and seungkwan clearly isn't in any condition to continue his shift.

"you're fucking beautiful," he says, a little foolishly.

"me? damn, you don't know what i felt when i walked into the store and saw you.."

and you stay there, laughing, exchanging caresses and compliments.

"ah, i really want the dress, and the skirt too… i'll wear them on our first date."

“first date?”

“yes? you wanna sleep with me in the fitting room and leave it at that?” he teased, it was already clear that this wasn't the intention of either of you.

“never.”

you stayed in the fitting room for a few more long minutes, a few more kisses, some playful banter, until finally going to the front of the store. he insisted on keeping the r$60 discount on the dress and the skirt as a ‘store gift’ for first-time purchases.

and well, when he texted you after work, you were quick to make plans for the weekend.

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or is it tyla bc i lowk cant tell lol 🫣

hahahah yess it's her 😭 i'll be hot like that one day #amen

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lulli is that you in your pfp on your other tumblr 😳

hiii!!! nooo it's tyla 🥺🥺🥺

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submissive woozi , begs u to finger him n he whiness n moans alot okay hes very vocal ok bai

 ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: fingering and oral (m.)

everyone always says woozi isn't the biggest fan of physical touch, and well, he really isn't, but he always makes an exception for you. as the months of your relationship, exchanging kisses and hugs became commonplace, and that's what you were doing now. it started as a casual movie in bed, and now the wet kisses you were giving him on his jaw were melting him. after an exhausting day at work, cuddling with you was one of his favorite things to do, the caress of his long hair making him clingy under you.

"b-babe," he whispered softly in your arms.

you laugh, moving your kisses down to jihoon's shoulders, his oversized shirt exposing his chest to leave wet kisses there too, making him even more clingy.

"i'll take care of you today, sweetheart!"

the mischief in your voice is evident, especially given how long you have been together. woozi hadn't planned on inviting you over to watch a movie expecting sex, but he would never complain about that, not when your kisses affected him so much.

his oversized shirt was quickly removed, exposing the defined chest you love so much, fuck, better than any pillow.

you left wet kisses there, listening to your boyfriend moan softly for you, your cunt getting wetter with each of his sighs, and when you wrap your tongue around his nipple, jihoon looked like he is going to collapse.

"p-princess…" his hand caressed your hair, his small nipple covered in your saliva, light hickeys around his chest.

and then you go down, running your tongue over your boyfriend's belly, feeling each muscle with your mouth, while he continues to sigh.

you take off his shorts, smiling when you see the stain on his red underwear, his cock already throbbing for you, and you take the opportunity to remove the fabric as well. "are you hard yet?" you tease him, running your thumb over the head, woozi squirms.

"for you? yeah, always."

these caresses between you are so casual that it doesn't take long for you to suck on jihoon, his thick cock throbbing inside your mouth, the salty taste going straight to your throat, his hand caressing your hair, encouraging you to do whatever you want.

your tongue runs over jihoon's balls, making him lift his hips, opening his legs a little wider, his moans becoming even more seductive, "l-love," he tries to ask, his breath faltering when he feels you suck on his full testicle.

and then he lifts his hips again, a little more desperate, frantically calling you, giving your hair a slight tug, wanting your attention, and when you look at him he asks quickly, almost without thinking.

“honey, u-use your fingers.”

you stare at him, trying to understand if you heard right, is your boyfriend really asking you to finger him?

jihoon notices your confused look, and without any shame (perhaps because of the imminent arousal), asks you again, looking at you almost like a little puppy.

“put your fingers in me, please.”

you are unable to refuse, and when you go to the bathroom to look for lube, you are quick to find the nail clippers and cut without any thought, that's a problem for later, now you just need to give pleasure to your jihoon.

you quickly return to bed, your boyfriend's cheeks flushed, his feet on the mattress exposing the part he so desperately wants touched. without any resistance, you return to his body, teasing his perineum and making him sob between moans.

you spit on his hole, only to then kiss jihoon again, feeling him rub and moan against you, until, without warning, you rub your lubricated finger on the wrinkled hole, and the truth is, your boyfriend has never moaned so loudly.

"f-fuck, t-that's it. god, babe. yes."

the kiss is broken, only so you can stare into his dark eyes as you sink your middle finger in, easily finding his sensitive spot, making jihoon grip the sheets and whimper.

"a-again. please, love, again," he begs without any decency, and you give him what he wants, hitting the spot again, feeling your boyfriend tremble. “m-more”

your ring finger joins your middle finger, with some difficulty, feeling it contract more and more, trying to push your fingers away, even that isn't what jihoon wants.

you kiss your boyfriend again, him swallowing each broken sound while trying to keep up the pace. it's almost impossible to decipher what he's saying when you increase the speed. jihoon becomes a mess of moans and low cries. the lust of having you take him like that consumes him completely, turning him into a bimbo.

and it gets worse when you go down, sucking his cock again without taking your fingers out, determined to make him cum in your mouth, sinking your fingers even deeper into your boyfriend's asshole, while his thick cock plunges into your throat.

he tries to swallow his own moans, but can't, completely lost in his own lust, unable to believe his girlfriend is really doing this to him, his breathing erratic, his eyes barely open as he whimpers indecipherable things.

his toes curl, the little hole tightening even more against your two fingers, and his cock throbbing in your mouth.

and that's how jihoon cums, the thick cum going straight down your throat, a loud, seductive moan that sends you flying.

you don't stop moving, still sucking every last drop of semen and fingering his asshole. you can't see it, but you know your boyfriend is rolling his eyes, especially from the way his body moves against the sheets, desperate.

"p-princess, t-too much—" his hand finds your wrist, a little awkwardly, but almost pleading for you to stop, the overstimulation finishing him off.

you laugh, respecting his wishes and stopping, taking advantage of the last drop of cum you sucked to spit it into his mouth, kissing him afterwards, mixing the saliva and the thick cum between your mouths.

it's jihoon who swallows it all afterwards.

then he snuggles up to you, a little embarrassed, it was the first time he'd asked for something like that.

“was it good?” you ask, concerned about his pleasure.

“y-yes.” his voice still trembles. “i already take care of you, love! just give me a t-”

“relax, today was about you…”

“but you didn’t even-” you cut him off again.

“shhh, rest.” you hug him, being the larger spoon, feeling his pert bottom against you, not missing the opportunity to give his pale bottom a squeeze, the red mark forming there as jihoon moans. “i didn’t know you could be so sensitive… i really wanna test this more often.”

and jihoon relaxes, sleeping peacefully in his woman’s arms.

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barman-bf!mingyu x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: mild mention of unprotected sex, pet names (kitten, baby, etc), oral (m.)  cum play, drink play.

summary - you thought mingyu would call you disgusting when you told him about your absurd fantasy of drinking his sperm. instead, he took the idea way too seriously.

you thought your boyfriend would find you weird, a disgusting, clueless girl, when you asked to drink his semen. okay, not in the usual way, of course, you always sucked his dick, never spat out a single drop of his sperm, but the scenario was different, and it all started when, on a normal night, he showed you the new drink he had invented, something with orange that you affectionately nicknamed 'alcoholic vitamin c', and then, a little tipsy from the drink, you ended up letting your boyfriend know about one of the dirtiest ideas that had been going through your head.

"honey... i wanted to try one of your drinks," you admit, a little embarrassed to be saying it out loud.

"what do you mean?" he laughs. "every week you're trying a new invention, and you never complain, you damn drunkard." your boyfriend playfully touches your hair, leaving a caress there.

you feel dirty, but he's the only person you trust with such an act, so you take advantage of the alcohol in your head to blurt out the idea all at once.

"i wanted to drink a cocktail with your cum, babe..."

he chokes in complete shock, not because he judges you, but because he didn't expect to hear that from you so clearly. he'd thought about it too, fuck it, he used to make cocktails, dreaming of the day he'd open his own bar full of signature drinks. of course he'd thought about making you drink his cum mixed with alcohol, but he would never do it without your consent and never actually looked into how to do something like that, but there, with you asking…

his silence is heavy, laden with desire, and you've known each other long enough for you to understand that, knowing he was just as shaken as you were by the dirty idea.

he scratches the back of his neck, staring at you, searching for any trace that this is just a silly joke related to his work, reading each of your expressions, but nothing, no sign that you're just testing him.

"are you serious, baby?" the tone without a hint of judgment, just curiosity.

"if it's crazy i-"

"it's not! it's just that… i've never tried it, i don't know if it would be good."

"i wanna get drunk on your sperm, gyu"

the phrase makes his cock harden. and he's going to try it, he's going to make you the damn drink, he's going to mix his own sperm with alcohol just to put the glass in your hand and watch you drink it all. making you drink his cum like it's something commonplace, that's all he swears to you while thrusting hard into you that day, making you delirious as his cock spurts inside your needy pussy.

well, the weeks go by, and you keep trying your boyfriend's crazy alcoholic drinks, some so good you drink them all, others you can't even take two sips of without grimacing and questioning the ingredients with a clear look of disgust.

spending weekends at mingyu's house is already routine; sometimes you wonder when you'll finally live together and save on rent, seriously, but this time, still on friday afternoon, he texts you.

gyu ❤︎ [6:47 pm]: come sleep here tonight, i want you to try a drink i tested.

you finish cleaning the house and take a shower to go to mingyu's. after years of dating, the doorman doesn't even announce you, and you have a copy of the key, so when you enter the apartment, you see your boyfriend busy in the kitchen.

you give him a quick peck on the lips and sit down on the bar stools, "you said drink and you're making dinner all night? you're going to spoil me!" laugh, because he's spoiled you a long time ago. you eat, talk about your busy week, and then you wash the dishes.

that's when he asks if you want a drink and starts preparing the cocktail

you sit watching the process: he puts in the ice, vodka, condensed milk, and a generous dose of something you don't quite recognize, probably some new ingredient. he shakes the drink for a while, staring at you with the most mischievous look possible as he pours it and adds a little more of the ingredient you don't recognize.

but that's always been the dynamic: you taste it and only then try to guess what you're drinking.

“ready! you can drink it!” he says.

you bring the glass to your lips, taking a generous sip, mingyu still beside you, arms crossed, staring at you with complete attention.

the drink is different, a little thicker than he usually makes, sweet at first, the alcohol strong as always. the problem is the finish, a salty taste that completely breaks the rest of the flavor.

it's not bad. in fact, that's the strangest thing, it's good in a way you didn't expect. sweet, strong, creamy… and then that final touch that completely breaks the logic of the previous flavor, something that clings to the palate.

mingyu continues to observe you, trying to decipher your sensations regarding the drink.

“it's salty,” you state.

and he laughs slightly, “it couldn't be otherwise.”

the flavor lingers on your tongue, overpowering the alcohol and any other ingredients. you take another sip, still trying to figure out what the hell you're drinking. usually, even if you're wrong, you have a guess, but right now your mind is a blank.

"bad?" he asks.

"different, it feels like this stuff stuck to my tongue." you let out a chuckle.

he moves a little closer, holding the glass in his hand and bringing it to his lips, "drink, honey!" and even though it wasn't your favorite drink, you obey, feeling him tilt the glass in your mouth, feeling the final taste linger even more.

feeling the salty taste of mingyu on your tongue.

“good girl,” he says, his voice thick with lust, “you drank it all!” his hard cock starts rubbing against you, “you drank all my cum, princess!”

your eyes widen in pure shock, not in a bad way, but understanding that everything makes sense: the taste, the texture, the way he looked at you before drinking.

the residue makes you swallow hard, remembering the request from weeks ago.

mingyu really did mix his own cum with condensed milk and watched you drink it as if it were normal.

“that was… your sperm?” your eyes sparkle as you ask, overjoyed, almost as if you'd received a gift.

“why are you surprised? you know i do everything you ask.”

lust hits you hard, and that's when you start running your index finger along the rim of the glass, trying to collect any remaining thick cum to bring to your mouth.

“hey, hey!” he laughs. “stop being crazy.” he starts unbuttoning his sweatpants. “come here. get it straight from the source, kitten.”

everything happens so fast, you’re kneeling, sucking him with devotion, feeling the salty taste linger on your tongue, feeling the veins of his thick cock contracting, swallowing every milliliter of the liquid that comes out of his swollen head.

he makes a ponytail in your hair, letting you play with his drooling cock, your gaze quickly falls on the glass still on the counter, now empty, damn, you really had drunk that stuff.

and when he cums, even though you’ve already swallowed sperm minutes before, you continue devouring every drop, taking mingyu inside you in every way possible.

“you’re insane,” he says when he finally manages to breathe, pulling you up to kiss you, feeling himself in your mouth.

and you're going to make mingyu tell you everything, how he thought about it, how he stored it, what he was thinking while he was milking himself for you, damn, you have so many questions, but they'll be answered later, because when he kneels in front of you, you know it's time for him to prove himself to you.

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mechanic!mingyu x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, 'slut, bitch', humiliation, public sex (on the street), size kink, hair pulling.

summary - your car dies in the middle of the street and your mechanic sends his friend to save you.

you take a deep breath when you notice your car simply dies in the middle of the street. you haven't had one of your best days; even the party you tried to go to to distract yourself was a drag, and to make matters worse, now your car has simply shut off and won't start again. trying not to stress yourself out even more, you pick up the phone to call mingi even though it's almost dawn.

song mini is your trusted mechanic; every time your car has any kind of problem, you take it to him, and he or his team always saves you.

"hi, mingi! sorry to call at this hour, but my car simply died in the middle of the street."

and then you hear a sigh from the man, “hi, are you okay?” you say yes, that the car just stalled but there was no accident involved. “girl, i’m traveling with my wife…” he admits, making you apologize profusely. “relax, i’m sending you mingyu’s number, he works with me at the autoshop, i think he can help you, okay?”

you thank him, texting his friend and thankfully getting a quick reply, and after sending the address, he asks you to wait twenty minutes for his arrival.

twenty minutes pass by quickly; you're casually scrolling through your tiktok, trying to kill time, when you notice the white car approaching with the autoshop's logo on the side. the car parks right behind yours, its high beams illuminating the street. you sigh in relief that you'll finally be able to resolve this and go home, so you unlock your own door and get out, but nothing, for real, nothing prepares you for the man who gets out of the vehicle.

mingyu is wearing a simple black tank top and dark shorts with a very low waist. his hair is slightly damp, as if he just took a shower, and he also has a tired expression on his face.

you can easily notice his strong arms, the relaxed way he closes the door with one hand and walks towards you as if he hadn't just come out in the middle of the night to help you.

fuck, naturally hot man.

"did you talk to mingi?" the question sounds low, hoarse, heavy with sleepiness; you feel a little guilty because he's clearly tired.

"y-yes. sorry about the time, i just really trust him and the team."

"he told me, i was almost sleeping when he called and said you were gonna text," he confesses.

you murmur a 'sorry,' but he quickly says it's no problem, after all, it's his job. his eyes quickly scan your body before focusing on the car.

“did you open the hood to see anything?”

“no, i thought it was better to wait for you.”

“you did the right thing,” mingyu murmurs.

he walks around the front of the car and opens the hood easily, after all, it’s his routine. you lean against the car, trying to look normal, your tiny skirt making you feel the cold wind against your legs, and then you cross them.

mingyu notices too quickly, his eyes drift down for a second, a little fast, but not at all discreet.

“coming back from a party?” he asks casually while fiddling with some engine part.

you look at your own clothes and laugh. “that slutty skirt gives you away, doesn’t it?”

“quite a bit, but you look beautiful,” he comments, still focused on the car. and then he realizes what he just said. “i meant that it doesn’t look like comfortable clothes to be standing in the middle of the street.”

damn liar. he meant that you look too hot to be casually buying bread at the market at eleven o’clock at night, and that yes, it’s a slutty skirt.

you bite your lip, the party was a drag, your car broke down in the middle of the street, but maybe the night won’t end so badly…

“and you? do you usually work like this?” you asks, staring shamelessly at his low-cut shorts and tight black tank top. mingyu tilts his head almost as if asking why. “no uniform, casual.”

he laughs, his voice heavy with sleep. “damn, i was already lying down, i told you, i only came because mingi said it was urgent!”

he leans back over the engine, his long fingers already stained with grease, his posture relaxed as someone clearly used to solving problems like this.

you, on the other hand, are too busy trying not to notice the hot guy in front of you, clearly drooling over him like a bitch in heat.

“besides, he owes me a lot for this,” mingyu comments distractedly.

“for waking you up?”

“no.” he looks up at you for a second, wiping his fingers on his shirt. “for sending me alone down a deserted street with a woman like that wearing that little skirt.”

you gasp, your legs wobbling for a split second as he looks back at the engine as if he hadn't just blatantly flirted with you.

“you say that to all your clients, don't you?” he asks, trying to sound less affected than he really is.

“i don't usually see hot clients in the middle of the night.”

son of a bitch.

mingyu partially closes the hood. “apparently it’s just the battery, princess, it won’t take long to replace.”

you murmur something in thanks, trying to act normal while your brain is still processing that he just indirectly called you hot.

“but to be honest, it’s hard to concentrate.”

you laugh and raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “why?”

“because every time i look, you’re staring at me like you want i fuck you.”

your breath catches, and mingyu lets out a laugh, heading towards the company’s car to get another battery.

meanwhile, you try to recover some of your dignity, opening the purse thrown on the passenger seat and leaning out the open window looking for your lip gloss, too distracted trying to reorganize your thoughts after those absurd sentences.

and then your legs tremble, because you feel his hard cock rubbing depravedly against you.

firm. slow. without any disguise. and his hand firmly on your waist making it clear that it's intentional, and from then on you don't even care if his grease-stained fingers are soiling the hem of your white blouse.

the thin fabric of the skirt making you feel the thick cock rubbing against your ass.

"i tried to control myself," he confesses softly, almost laughing. "i swear i tried."

but he doesn't seem sorry, quite the opposite. he rubs again, firmer, eliciting an involuntary sigh from you as his hand goes down a little, now playing with the waistband of your skirt.

“you show up wearing that tiny skirt…” mingyu brings his mouth close to your ear. “you look at me with that slutty little face, and then you’re all bent over in the car window for me.”

you don’t even try to get up, far from it, you stand on tiptoe trying to make him brush against your hole.

and mingyu lets out a hoarse sound against your ear when he realizes what you’re trying to do.

“so hot…” he groans. you feel his hip again, heavier, more depraved, shamelessly taking advantage of how your skirt rides up a little in that position. “i just came to change a fucking battery.”

you turn your face, still half your body inside the car, barely able to see, but catching just enough of his large body rubbing against yours.

“pretty little slut!” he lifts your skirt, exposing your panties, which are just as short, the fabric wedged tightly in your ass, wet at your entrance, driving him crazy. “i knew from the moment you got out of the car you were going to give me trouble.”

he slaps your ass, nothing too hard, and then you feel his body detach from yours. you watch through the window as he closes the hood and leaves the battery up there, returning to you.

at that moment, fuck everything, fuck the job, the damn battery, fuck if you're in the middle of the street and anyone could walk by…

but unlike what you expect, mingyu doesn't rub his dick against you again; he kneels down, barely caring about his knee on the asphalt, and then buries his face in yours.

his tongue brushed against the damp fabric that barely covered your pussy, "pretty pussy." he let out a moan against your skin, then smelled you.

you felt the cold air as he pushed the fabric aside, but the heat between your legs is much stronger, mingyu's tongue wet, drooling, and sucking the entire length of your cunt, making you tremble. he's in no hurry, even though he's on the dirty asphalt.

"f-fuck," you moaned softly, sending the vibration to his hard cock.

mingyu pulled his cock out of his shorts, but didn't touch it, just left his throbbing cock there. he was too busy sucking you, your pussy getting even wetter with each lick, contracting in the emptiness.

the wet muscle entered your little hole, tasting the salty flavor. mingyu grunted, running his tongue all over you, taking advantage of the position to leave a lick on your asshole too, rubbing his face there, happy. “shit,” he mutters, staring at the tips of his fingers, which were covered in grease. no matter how hard he tried to clean them, there were still traces there. “i really wanted to finger that little pussy,” he admits.

he tries again, rubbing his fingers on your shirt, even spitting to see if it helps clean it better, but it's kind of useless, it doesn't clean completely and he doesn't want to get you dirty, not like that.

he grunts, annoyed, adjusting himself and going back to sucking you lasciviously, running his tongue over your soaked entrance, burying his face there, making you roll your eyes as you try to grip the steering wheel and the seat.

you feel his hard cock rubbing between your legs, the wet head smearing you with precum.

mingyu sucks you like it's the last meal of his life, having fun forcing the muscle in your ass, watching you squeal, then going back to your pussy and lasciviously rubbing your clit. your leg trembles and he laughs, sinking even deeper into you, squeezing your hips tightly.

and when you come, he swallows every last drop, sticking his tongue in your hole to get more.

mingyu holds you firmly, slowly lifting you from the ground, ignoring your bruised knees, then guides you to the hood of the car, pushing the battery aside, laying you down there. and without saying anything, he kisses you.

his warm lips devour you in an intense kiss, your taste on his tongue, dominating you, his large hand moving up your body, slipping under your shirt and searching for your tits. he unhooks your bra any which way, squeezing your tits and playing with the nipples, hard from the cold. "fuck."

he continues circling your nipple with his thumb, while his mouth bites and sucks your jaw and neck, leaving some light marks there, your pussy getting wet again.

“fuck me, mingyu!” she moans hoarsely, needy.

in a brusque movement, your skirt is bunched up at your waist, he quickly grabs his huge, thick cock and rubs it against your wet cunt.

“please…” you whine again, opening your own legs.

the request makes mingyu lose the last vestige of sanity. he rips off yours panties in one go, throwing them beside the drums, and without any tenderness, pushes inside.

rough. strong. your tight little pussy contracting around his thick, throbbing cock inside you.

“slutty pussy,” the cold hood of the car presses against your back as mingyu lays you completely down, slowly inserting his cock, letting your little hole adjust to his fat cock, pulling it all the way out only to thrust back in all at once, making you whimper like a little whore on his big cock.

"tight as fuck!" he growls, his eyes fixed on yours, making your pussy throb even more around him.

then he pulls out, tucking everything in and then burying his cock deep inside all at once, harder, making you moan loudly, without any shame, his thick cock stretching your tight pussy.

"i'm gonna break your pussy, i want you dumb from my dick," he promises, and then he does it again, faster, burying it deep, making his balls slap against you, making the car hood creak slightly.

mingyu's hands squeeze your tits, his body lying on top of yours, giving you a dirty kiss while his cock impales you without any decency. a car passes by you two, its low beams illuminating the two of you in the profane act, but he doesn't care, much less you; the thrusts continue strong, hitting your pleasure point, making you roll your eyes at him. the car passes slowly, staring at you both, enjoying the little show, but doesn't stop, just keeps going and disappears around the corner.

you groan when his cock comes completely out of you, but mingyu quickly resolves the situation, grabbing your waist and turning your body, putting you on all fours on the cold hood.

your face against the icy metal.

and before you can even breathe, mingyu buries his thick cock inside you, the position making you feel full, hitting your sweet spot perfectly, making your eyes roll back as you moan loudly.

mingyu can't hold back, a hard slap lands on your ass, the crack audible to anyone passing by, him grabbing the bruised flesh immediately afterward.

"so hot. pretty whore." he delivers another slap.

his cock brutally pounding your pussy, the force of the thrusts making your body almost jump against the hood, the cold metal provoking new sensations in your already deliriously horny body.

mingyu fucks you hard, forcefully against your hips, making you feel every inch of his cock.

"moan, bitch, moan for me while my cock destroys that pussy."

you obey, moaning even louder, unable to hold back.

the position, his cock opening your pussy, hitting the perfect spot while throbbing inside, his balls slapping against your body, your sweaty skin making the 'plops' audible.

he grabs your hair, his firm hand pulling a handful while his nails lightly scratch the hood. mingyu notices, satisfied, your body trembling, your delicious pussy tightening even more around his cock.

"are you gonna cum for me? cum, bitch! i'm dying to fill you with cum too."

he doesn't stop, maintaining the same speed, moaning in your ear, pulling your hair.

"f-fuck, mingyu-u," your voice is weak, trembling, full of lust.

and you cum, screaming his name even louder, your pussy contracting around his big cock buried deep inside you, trying to suck him even deeper.

the way your body reacts to the orgasm is the trigger for mingyu, "bitch!" he groans in a growl as he cums.

the jets of hot milk, deep inside you, filling your entire pussy. he tries to bury himself even deeper, plunging his cock deep inside you, making you swallow every last drop of his cum.

and he stays there until the last drop is inside you, his cock throbbing as the thick cum spills out.

you both start to catch your breath, your chests racing, your bodies limp, both sweaty, but laughing for no reason…

mingyu pulls out of you, dragging some of the semen out, and helps you sit on the hood, awkwardly tucks his own cock back into his underwear and pulls up his shorts, then carefully pulls down your skirt, and then adjusts your bra and shirt. you pretend not to notice him putting your panties in your pocket.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice affectionate in contrast to everything they did. you nod, and he quickly walks to the car, grabs a small bottle of water and hands it to you.

you accept, drink the water slowly, still a little dizzy.

"sorry if i was too rough," he scratches the back of his neck. "i went a little overboard, you're fucking hot."

you laugh, saying everything is fine, and that you liked it.

“it’s cold… i still need to change the battery, get in the car, it’s better than getting cold.”

“more than i already have?” you tease, laughing, but obeyed and got into your car, watching mingyu lift the hood again.

a few minutes later, mingyu finished, closing the hood and going to the driver’s side window to talk to you.

“it’s ready, sweetheart, you can go home now!” he smiled, making you weak with just a look.

“how much was it?” 

“a date.” you stared at him confused, not quite understanding. “let me take you on a date and the new battery is paid for.”

you smiled. “well, you already have my number, gyu!”

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Hiii

Woozi in camgirl is amazing!!! I love how confident he is

I screamed when he realized it was her all the time!!! I loved it!!

omg thank u sooooo much! i really love that woozi too, i think he's my favorite tbh