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Who I write for
- Ateez
- aespa
- bigbang ot4
- blackpink
- red velvet
Almost anyone idrc lol those r just my ults
I will write male!reader fem!reader nonbinary!reader to keep everything inclusive just lmk
I write smut, fluff, angst, whatever
But please know my English may not seem like the best so always correct me
May I request a San and Mingi x reader fic? Maybe as a Mafia AU where the reader (fem) is from the enemy family and she’s there to discuss business with them. Something ensues, tension builds.
A smutty one if possible lol. Go wild. Love ur fics and would love to be mutuals!
got some nerve. San , Mingi x Female!reader [MAFIA AU]
Including: Choi San and song mingi
Warnings: Mafia AU, threesome, double penetration, oral (m receiving), like one ass slap, name calling (slut, angel), floor sex basically, spit (MINGI DOES IT LIKE ONCE), This is long and dirty so 😍
Authors note: sorry Anon this took awhile to write!! And yes ofc let's be moots 😽😽🤭 guys I think I enjoy this 🫨 but it's also very long :(
The room smelled like burnt cigars and sandalwood cologne, thick with a silence neither of you cared to break.
You sat, legs crossed at the knee, eyes flickering between the two men at the other end of the table. Mingi leaned back, shoulder brushing San’s as he toyed with a toothpick between his lips, expression unreadable behind the dim glow of low light. San, on the other hand, was all sharp lines and smirking eyes, elbows on the table like he owned the space. Like you were already his, in some twisted way.
"You’ve got some nerve showing up alone," San said first, voice smooth but edged like a blade. "Pretty little thing from that family thinking she can waltz into our territory with demands."
You smiled. Not sweetly. Not apologetically.
"Correction," you said, fingers tapping slowly against your glass of untouched whiskey. "I came with an offer. You want to talk nerves, let’s talk about how you two didn't bring backup either."
Mingi chuckled, low and lazy. "Didn’t think we’d need any. Not for you."
"That confidence is going to get someone killed one day," you murmured.
San tilted his head. "Is that a threat?"
"Not yet."
The silence crackled between the three of you like thunder waiting to break.
San leaned forward now, gaze fixed on yours like he was trying to peel layers back with his stare alone. "You think we’re stupid? Coming in here talking truce like it doesn’t reek of setup?"
You met his gaze evenly. "I think you're smart enough to know that sometimes the enemy of your enemy is worth keeping alive."
Mingi’s eyes narrowed, finally discarding the toothpick. "You mean Jang’s crew. You want us to believe you'd rather help us than see your own family win?"
"Let’s just say…" you said, finally picking up the glass and sipping slow, "I believe in personal survival more than loyalty. And your rivals don’t discriminate when they put a bullet between someone's eyes. Family name or not."
They didn’t say anything. Not for a moment.
Then San’s tongue clicked behind his teeth. "I don’t trust you."
"You shouldn’t."
"But I want to hear more."
Mingi nodded. “You’ve got five minutes, angel.”
You set the glass down with a soft clink, the whiskey untouched again.
"Jang’s expanding. Fast. Too fast," you said, voice even, laced with something just beneath the surface — a dare, maybe. "And he’s not doing it clean. Half of his new muscle is ex-military. The other half? Trigger-happy kids with something to prove. You think this territory of yours is safe?"
San leaned back slowly, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek. "We can handle Jang."
You nodded once. "Maybe. But how many casualties are you willing to stomach first?"
Mingi crossed his arms over his broad chest, eyes still fixed on you, watching every breath, every flicker of expression. "Why do you care? If he takes us out, that just clears the board for your people."
"My people," you scoffed under your breath, lips twisting. "Would gut me the moment it benefits them. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to survive. That’s the difference between me and them."
San’s eyes didn’t leave yours, but there was a new glint in them now. Curiosity. Maybe even respect. "And what’s your plan, little traitor?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Information. Routes. Names. I give you access to what Jang’s trying to hide. You hit them before they move. In exchange, I walk when this is over. Clean. Untouched. No ghost on my back. No bullet in mine."
Mingi let out a low whistle. "That’s a lot of trust you're asking for. Dangerous thing to gamble in our world."
"And yet," you said, standing slowly, voice lowering just enough to tighten the room’s tension like a noose, "you haven’t told me to leave."
You stepped around the table now — not rushed, not fearful — until you were standing directly across from the two of them. San’s hand twitched once near the pistol at his waist. You smiled, slow and knowing.
"Am I close enough for you to shoot, San?" you asked. "Or is it that you just don’t want me to leave yet?"
His gaze was sharp. But he didn’t answer.
Mingi sat up straighter, jaw ticking. "You’re a pretty girl with blood on your hands. We’ve killed for less than the name you carry. And yet here you are."
"Here I am," you echoed.
For a long beat, no one moved. The city outside the window pulsed like a heartbeat, muffled by the glass and the weight of what hung in the air between you all.
Finally, San stood, slow and deliberate.
"Three days," he said. "If the intel checks out, we talk again. If it doesn’t—"
"I know," you cut in. "I’ll be the one in the body bag."
Mingi chuckled again, but there was no humor in it. "You really do have some nerve."
San’s stare hadn’t moved from you since the word “walk” left your lips.
But when you stepped closer, just within arm’s reach, his fingers curled around your chin without hesitation.
“Untouched, huh?” he murmured, tilting your face up. His thumb swept over your bottom lip like he was checking for a lie. “Bet that mouth’s told more stories than your eyes ever will.”
“Want me to tell you one?” you breathed, lashes low.
San’s smirk was sharp enough to cut. “No,” he said. “I want you to show me.”
Behind you, Mingi stood as well—slower, heavier, the sound of his chair scraping against the concrete floor echoing like a countdown.
Your breath hitched.
Two predators now circled.
San’s grip slid to your throat—not choking, just holding, commanding. “On your knees, angel,” he said, voice so low it barely qualified as sound.
You sank without protest.
“Good girl,” Mingi muttered behind you, dragging his palm across your cheek once, affectionate in a twisted way.
The clink of a belt unbuckling made your stomach flutter. San tugged his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring free—hard, flushed, already leaking. He tapped it twice against your lips.
“Open wide. Don’t make me ask again.”
You did.
He slid in slowly at first—almost gentle—but that mercy vanished the moment your tongue flattened against the underside of him.
San groaned, hand threading into your hair. “Fuck… just like that. Traitor’s mouth was made for this.”
Mingi crouched beside you, watching the way your cheeks hollowed as San thrust forward again, testing your limits.
“Sloppy little thing,” he muttered. “Drool’s already running down your chin.”
San chuckled, low and pleased. “You like being used, don’t you?”
You moaned around his cock, eyes fluttering shut.
“Keep them open,” he ordered, jaw tight. “Wanna see that look when you choke on it.”
He shoved deeper this time—faster—fucking your face like you weren’t someone who’d just bargained your way into a war.
You gagged once. Then twice.
And San only groaned louder. “God, that sound... makes me wanna ruin you right here.”
Mingi’s hand gripped your jaw, turning your head slightly even as San’s cock stayed buried in your throat. “Bet your cunt’s soaking, huh? Squeezing nothing but air.”
You couldn’t speak.
Didn’t need to.
Mingi’s fingers slid down your side, grazing over your ass as he murmured in your ear. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll fix that real soon.”
San pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his tip to your lips. You gasped, swallowing air.
But you weren’t given long.
Mingi had already unzipped, dragging the thick length of his cock along your cheek before slapping it against your tongue.
“Let’s see if you can take both of us, angel,” he growled.
Mingi didn’t ease in the way San had. No warning. No gentle stroke. Just a firm grip on the back of your head and the heavy weight of his cock forcing past your lips, thick and hot and demanding.
“Keep your mouth open, sweetheart,” he muttered, voice gravelly. “Gonna fuck it the way you begged us to.”
San stood behind you now, watching—palms dragging slowly down the curve of your back to the swell of your ass, fingers digging into the flesh like he owned it.
And he did.
They both did.
Your throat protested as Mingi thrust deeper, one hand now fisted in your hair, the other guiding your jaw to take more. Drool spilled freely, strings of it falling to the floor, smearing across your chest as you choked and moaned around him.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “This mouth’s unreal. Wet little hole just begging to be ruined.”
Behind you, San dropped to one knee, his breath hot against your thighs.
“You hear her?” he said, voice thick with lust. “So wet I can smell it.”
Two fingers slid between your legs without warning, dragging through the mess dripping down your inner thighs.
Then—smack.
His palm landed hard on your ass. Once. Then again.
You whimpered, full of Mingi, unable to do anything but take it.
San laughed darkly. “She liked that.”
“Of course she did,” Mingi groaned. “Slut like this was made for it.”
Another slap.
San’s fingers returned, this time slipping between your folds, gathering the slick coating your cunt before bringing it to your puckered hole. He pressed, slow, teasing.
“You ever had both holes filled, angel?” he asked, dragging his tongue across the back of your thigh.
You gagged around Mingi’s cock as your body jerked, overwhelmed.
Mingi pulled out just long enough for you to breathe—and that’s when San struck.
Two fingers plunged into your pussy, curling immediately.
“Say it,” he growled in your ear. “Say you want both of us.”
“I—ah—fuck, yes—please,” you gasped, lips swollen, spit and cum slick on your chin. “Want both—please, San—please, Mingi—want it so bad—”
Mingi chuckled, mean and low. “Look at you. Begging to be split open. Your family's little traitor, getting face-fucked and dripping all over the floor like a whore.”
He slapped your face lightly, just enough to make you blink and gasp.
“Dirty little thing,” he spat. Literally. Onto your tongue. “Swallow it.”
You did.
And when you looked up at him, eyes wide, breath hitching—Mingi’s grin widened.
San was already unbuckling again, stroking his cock slow as he stood behind you, tip brushing the soaked seam of your cunt.
“This is gonna hurt, angel,” he murmured into your shoulder, aligning with no hesitation. “But you’re gonna take it. Because you said you wanted to walk away clean, right?”
He pushed in.
One thick inch after another, until your thighs trembled and your moans turned into desperate little sobs.
“Fuuuck—tight little pussy gripping me like she’s scared,” San hissed.
Your face fell forward against Mingi’s thigh as you tried to breathe, but the stretch, the pressure, the fullness—San was deep. So deep.
Then Mingi tapped your lips again.
“You’re not done, sweetheart,” he said, cock sliding along your cheek. “You’ve still got a mouth to fill.”
And just like that—you were trapped again.
Face full. Pussy full.
Used like they’d been planning it from the moment you walked in with your offer and your little whiskey glass.
San fucked you hard, steady. Deep strokes that made your legs shake.
Mingi held your face still, grunting as he used your throat like a toy.
You took it.
Like the good little traitor you were.
“You’re shaking,” San muttered against your shoulder, breath hot and full of mock sympathy. “Is it too much, baby?”
He didn’t slow down.
Not when his cock was buried to the hilt inside you, forcing needy cries from your mouth every time his hips slammed forward. Not even when Mingi shoved you down farther on his length, grip bruising at the sides of your face as you sputtered around him.
It was too much.
Your body didn’t know what to do—split open, gagging, crying, coming again and again. You were locked between them, wrecked, used, and still begging for more with every broken gasp.
“She’s squeezing me so fuckin’ tight,” San growled, digging his fingers into your hips to slam himself deeper. “Like her cunt doesn’t wanna let me go.”
Your vision blurred. Your knees nearly gave.
Mingi laughed, low and cruel. “She’s crying. Look.”
He tilted your chin up, angling your face toward the mirror on the wall.
And there she was.
You.
Mascara streaked. Mouth red and puffy. Drool and tears all over your face, tits bouncing from the force of San's thrusts behind you.
Mingi pushed back in, down your throat again without mercy.
“She looks pretty like this,” he said, voice a rasp. “Mouth wide. Eyes wet. Body full.”
You moaned helplessly. The pain had long since blended with pleasure. It was fire. Electricity. The kind of fucking you didn’t walk away from the same.
San’s hand came around your throat.
“You asked for this, didn’t you?” he murmured. “Came in with your smart little mouth and your cold eyes—thought you could play with fire. Thought you could handle us.”
He squeezed. Just a little. Enough to make your next moan catch in your throat.
“You can handle us though, can’t you?” Mingi muttered as he pulled out with a slick pop, stroking himself in your tears. “Gonna take both now, baby. We’re not done.”
You barely nodded. Couldn’t even speak. Your body already twitched with another orgasm you hadn’t even realized was coming.
Then you felt it—San's cock sliding out of your soaked cunt, slick and hot against your thigh… and then lower.
“No—no wait—” you gasped.
“Shhh, angel,” he whispered, lining up with your ass. “Just breathe.”
Mingi kissed your temple mockingly. “You wanted both holes, didn’t you? Said it so sweet with my cock down your throat. Time to make good on that little promise.”
The stretch was unreal. Burning.
Your whole body seized as San slowly, relentlessly pushed in—while Mingi slid back inside your raw, used pussy like he belonged there.
Full.
Overwhelmed. Impaled.
You moaned.
The mirror blurred again with fresh tears, your body convulsing with overstimulation and pain and white-hot need.
“Oh my god—fuckfuckfuck—”
“You’re taking it so well, baby,” Mingi groaned, bottoming out and grinding his hips forward. “So fucking deep.”
They moved in tandem now. A rhythm so punishing it left your thoughts in ruin.
Mingi fucking up into you while San split you open from behind.
“Can feel him,” Mingi growled, eyes dark and locked on your face. “Feel him inside through your pussy. You’re stuffed so full it’s crazy.”
You couldn’t hold it.
Your body locked up—spasmed—and then broke.
You came again, harder than ever, your whole form wracked with sobs as you squirted all over Mingi’s cock, soaking both of them, the floor, your thighs.
San groaned, filthy and breathless.
“Fuck— she just gushed all over me,” San groaned, hips stuttering. His voice was wrecked now, your walls clenched around them both. “She’s still fucking pulsing—god, I’m gonna—”
His voice broke off.
You felt it.
Hot. Sudden. Thick.
San’s hands dug into your hips as he buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside your ass with a ragged growl, body locked against yours, breath trembling as he painted your insides with thick heat.
“Fuck—fuck,” he breathed.
Mingi wasn’t far behind. He snarled something sharp in Korean you barely caught—tight little slut—before he was slamming in one last time, grinding his hips as his own release flooded you.
Two loads.
Deep inside.
One in your ass, one filling your pussy to the brim, so much it was already leaking out around their cocks, dripping down your thighs in messy streaks.
Your body gave out. Utterly limp. Muscles twitching in the aftermath.
They stayed there for a moment—San pressing his forehead to your back, Mingi brushing damp strands from your ruined face.
Then San pulled out with a low hiss.
“Goddamn,” he muttered.
Mingi followed, watching the mess leak from your pussy with a look of smug satisfaction.
“Full of us,” he murmured. “Just how we like it.”
You whimpered, still trembling as the overstimulation bled into exhaustion.
San stood and grabbed your chin, forcing your dazed gaze up toward him. “You still with us, sweetheart?”
You nodded weakly.
He chuckled. “Good. Because we’re not done talking.”
He helped you get up, not gently but not cruelly either. Mingi took the seat again, back to lazy posture and half-lidded eyes like he hadn’t just broken you open minutes ago.
San poured himself another drink. Lit a cigarette.
“Now,” he said, voice calm again, collected. “Jang’s main storage hub. You said you know the new route?”
You swallowed thickly, still panting. “Warehouse 39… by the docks. They rotate every five days. Next shift is tomorrow morning. 4 a.m.”
San nodded slowly. Mingi’s eyes sharpened.
“Names?” Mingi asked.
You gave them—three enforcers, one truck driver, a corrupt customs agent.
San blew out smoke toward the ceiling. “How’d you get this?”
“My brother’s burner phone,” you said, voice raw and barely audible. “He left it unlocked. Got sloppy.”
“And you just happened to be looking?”
“I was looking for anything that would keep me alive.”
Mingi smirked. “Smart girl.”
“Dangerous girl,” San corrected, eyes lingering on your wrecked body. “Traitor. Liar. But fuckable.”
You didn’t flinch.
“Still breathing, aren’t I?”
He laughed low. “Yeah. You are.”
Mingi stood and cracked his neck, eyes flicking toward San. “We move before sunrise. Hit the route before Jang even smells a rat.”
San looked back at you. “You’ll be in our custody ‘til it’s over. Insurance. Can’t have you slipping back to your side with a sweet little smile.”
You didn’t argue.
You couldn’t.
Not with your thighs still slick from cum and your body barely holding together.
You just stood there, eyes half-lidded. Waiting. Wanting.
They would use you again. Soon. You knew it.
But for now… business came first.
Writing by @lustlvii please do not translate or publish anywhere
I love your writing, English isn’t my first language either but your writing is so easy to read and connect with I LOVE IT
Can i request some sub ateez? Any members is fine but yuhno mingi n san are my favs babyboys so Plsss
Maybe with some mommy kink too
Pls tag me if u do Besitosss
Ateez as subs. Ft yunho, san, and mingi
Including: sub! Yunho, San, Mingi x dom! Fem reader (all separate!)
Warnings: use of "mommy", bondage (yunho), cockwarming, crying, reader calls them "puppy", edging, praise, read at your own risk lmk if I missed anything!!!
Authors note: thank you for your request!!! I decided to do all three of them bc why not 🥴🥴 omg I had fun writing this
Yunho.
“m-mommy… please—”
“Please what, baby?” Your voice was syrupy sweet, but the glint in your eye had Yunho’s legs twitching, ankles bound to the bedposts with soft restraints, wrists pinned above his head. His body was flushed, chest heaving, cock twitching helplessly between his thighs.
You dragged your palm across his inner thigh, smirking as he flinched. “You’ve already cum once. You wanna act like a spoiled slut, you’re gonna take it like one.”
His hips lifted without permission, greedy for contact, making you tut. “Did I tell you to move, puppy?”
“No, mommy,” he whimpered, back arching, cock smearing precum all over his stomach. “I-I’m sorry, I just—feels so good, I can’t—”
Slap.
The sting of your palm against his thigh made him sob. “You can. You will. You’re gonna take what I give you, and you’re gonna thank me for using this fat cock like it’s mine—”
“’Cause it is yours,” he cried out, breath hitching as you finally sank down onto him, slow and tight. His thighs trembled under your palms. “All yours, fuck—ah! Mommy!”
“That’s right, baby,” you purred, nails digging into his chest as you started riding him hard. “Such a loud little slut. Can’t shut up for two seconds while mommy fucks you dumb, huh?”
His eyes rolled back, mouth falling open with the prettiest moans, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Y-you’re making me—nngh—g-gonna cum again!”
“Already? You really are my pathetic little toy,” you cooed mockingly, grinding your hips until you felt his cock throb violently inside you. “Go on then. Make a mess. Show mommy what a weak, needy thing you are.”
“Fuuuck—!” Yunho’s body spasmed beneath you, arms straining against the restraints as he came again, cum splattering between both your bellies.
But you didn’t stop.
“Ah—ah, no no no please—!” he sobbed, legs jerking, overstimulated out of his mind as you kept bouncing on his cock.
“You think I’m done with you, pretty boy?” You leaned down, licking the tears off his cheek.
“Don’t worry, baby,” you whispered in his ear, “Mommy’s gonna ruin you real sweet.”
San.
"please… please, mommy, let me cum this time—" San whimpered, thighs trembling on either side of yours as he tried so hard to stay still. But he couldn’t. Not with how warm and wet you were around him. Not with your hand wrapped softly around his throat like you owned him.
And you did.
"Did I say you could speak?" you cooed sweetly, hips rocking once — just once — but enough to make his head roll back. His lips parted with a wrecked moan, body jolting from the sudden jolt of pleasure.
He tried to stay strong, he really did. Tried to be good. But your pussy felt too good, hugging him so tightly, his cock pulsing every time you clenched around him without warning.
"You want to cum that bad, baby?" you purred, tilting your head as you looked down at where he was stuffed deep inside you, twitching pathetically. "All you’ve done is whine and cry. Humping my leg like a puppy, begging like a slut..."
"M’not a slut…" he whined through a choked sob, face buried in your shoulder as he clung to you. His cock throbbed again, leaking so much you could feel it drip down between your thighs. "I just need you so bad… it hurts—"
"Awww, poor thing," you giggled, biting down on his ear. "My poor dumb baby. Cock’s all red and swollen. You’re lucky I even let you in at all."
And god — he was.
You had edged him four times now. Teased him with your tongue until he was shaking and crying, kept your thighs tight around his head as he licked you to two orgasms without so much as letting him grind against the mattress.
Now you were cockwarming him. Letting him sit full inside you while he tried not to explode from the overstimulation.
"M-mommy… fuck, please, I— I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll do anything you want—"
You finally gave him a few shallow thrusts, and San nearly came on the spot, a choked cry strangling in his throat.
"You can cum when I say. Not before." You tightened your grip on his jaw, dragging his face up to meet your eyes. His lashes were wet with tears, lips trembling. So pretty. So ruined.
"Look at you," you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. "Just a needy little cockdrunk mess. This what you wanted, huh? Wanted to be used?"
"Y-yes," he sobbed, eyes wide and unfocused. "Please, I wanna cum so bad, mommy, please—"
You started riding him. Slowly. Cruelly. And he lost it.
San’s body tensed all at once, a strangled gasp ripping from his chest as his hips bucked up wildly, chasing that high. But you stopped. Froze.
And he wailed.
"No! No, please—"
"Did I say you could cum?"
He blinked through fresh tears. You smiled.
"That was a warning, puppy. Next time you disobey me… I’ll ruin you so bad you won’t get to cum for a week."
He shivered. Moaned. And nodded like the good boy he was.
Mingi.
"Not good enough," you muttered, voice like silk laced with venom, fingers gripping Mingi’s flushed, tear-drenched face as you kept your hips in motion.
He whimpered so sweetly, his thighs trembling beneath you, cock twitching inside your soaked heat as he tried to keep his glassy eyes on your face. “N-no, I—I can do better, I p-promise,” he stammered, voice wet and desperate as fat tears slipped down his cheeks.
“Then show me,” you snapped, your pace never slowing, even though his body had already been wracked by orgasm after orgasm — you’d stopped counting after the third. “You said you could fuck me stupid, didn’t you? Said you could make mommy feel good?”
“Mmghh—mommy,” he whined, completely fucked out, breath catching in his throat as you clenched around him. His hands gripped your hips weakly, trying to ground himself, but it was no use. You slapped one away with a sneer.
“No hands. You don’t get to touch unless you earn it.”
He sobbed at that, big eyes wide and shimmering as his head lolled back against the pillow, lips parted in a silent cry.
His cock was so red, so sensitive, so used. And still hard.
"Why are you crying?" you mocked, cupping his cheeks with one hand, slapping the other against his thigh. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Wanted to feel good?”
“I-I do… I do feel good, just—just hurts—”
“But did I say you could cum?” you spat, and his whole body jolted. “No. You came without permission, again.”
He sniffled. “I’m sorry, I’m s’rry, mommy—”
“You should be.” Your hips swiveled and he let out the most pathetic moan, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other grabbing at the headboard like he was holding onto life itself. “Look at your face. Dumb little baby. This how you impress me? By cumming like a messy little mutt?”
His breath hitched. You felt it in the twitch of his cock, in the sob that punched out of his chest.
“Please—”
“Say it.”
“W-want to be good,” he cried, eyes clenching shut as another orgasm stole over him. He twitched violently beneath you, body seizing up, cock spurting helplessly into you without your permission. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
You didn’t stop.
He choked on a sob, legs shaking, lips trembling as you ground down harder. “Not good enough,” you murmured, rubbing his red chest with fake sympathy. “Maybe if you’d just shut up and perform, I’d be impressed.”
He looked destroyed. And you loved it.
“Keep crying, baby,” you purred, finally letting your nails rake gently down his ribs as he gasped and whimpered beneath you. “You’re gonna give me one more. Or we start over from the beginning.”
And he nodded.
Sobbing, broken, overstimulated and aching.
Writing by @lustlvii please do not translate or publish anywhere
Fill you up was too good 👏 Manifesting that we get to see more of you!!!
I really appreciate it so much 🥹🥹
I love your stories sm😪✨ even though im not a writer can we be moots🥹
Thank you so much ml ❤️ and yes we can!! 😚🙂↕️
Ateez members when you squirt. Ft hyung line
Including: Hongjoong , Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang x fem!reader (all separate!)
Warnings: studio sex (hongjoong) dirty talk, squirting, name calling (slut, dumb little thing), mean! seonghwa, porn no plot, overstimulation, possessive! yeosang, unprotected sex, choking (yunho), size kink (yunho), Daddy kink (Yunho), dirty dirty dirty just dirty so prepare yourself, lmk if I missed anything
Authors note: I'm so happy the maknae line received lots of love 😚 here's the hyungs!!! I love yunho btw 😋
Hongjoong.
“Don’t move.” His voice cut sharp through the low hum of the studio monitors, barely audible over the looping instrumental still playing in the background.
You were supposed to be here for feedback on a demo. Just to sit pretty in his lap while he worked. But then he slipped his hand between your legs during playback—just to “check something.”
And now you were panting, lips bitten raw, clinging to the armrests of his black studio chair like they were the only things keeping you tethered to earth.
Hongjoong’s fingers were coated in your slick, his knuckles deep inside you while the pad of his thumb rubbed quick, unforgiving circles over your clit.
“Look at you,” he murmured into your neck, voice low and dangerous. “So fuckin’ wet in my chair. Acting like you didn’t wear that skirt just so I’d do this.”
“Joong—p-please—” you whimpered, voice cracking, not even sure what you were begging for. To stop? To keep going? You didn’t even know anymore.
“You feel that?” he whispered as he crooked his fingers just right, curling them up against that spongey spot inside you that made your legs kick. “You’re close, aren’t you? So fucking close.”
Your hips bucked. The coil in your belly was snapping tighter and tighter and—
“Oh my god—!”
In a split second, his hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your cry as a gush of wetness spilled out of you, soaking the front of his sweats, the leather of his chair, and dripping down your thighs.
You squirted.
All over him.
Hongjoong stilled. His fingers still nestled deep inside your pulsing heat, the other hand still clamped over your mouth. His breath was shallow. And then he laughed.
“Holy shit.”
You squirmed, blinking hard, barely able to see through the tears blurring your vision. “I-I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry I—”
“Don’t apologize.” He pulled his soaked hand back slowly, glistening in the dim LED light, watching your cunt twitch around nothing now. “Fuck. That was beautiful.”
You flinched when he leaned down and licked the mess off his own fingers, groaning like he’d just tasted the best meal of his life.
“You made a mess, baby,” he mocked sweetly, palming the soaked fabric of your panties now stuck to your skin. “Didn’t think I could make you squirt, huh?”
You shook your head, cheeks burning.
Hongjoong gripped your chin, forced you to meet his gaze—intense and hungry, his pupils blown wide with lust. “You’re gonna do it again,” he said simply, like it was fact. Like you owed him that.
“W-what? I—I can’t—”
“You can.”
He dragged you off his lap, bent you over the mixing console, careful not to press any buttons—though at this point, you wouldn’t have noticed if the whole song deleted itself.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he growled, freeing himself and shoving back into your soaked, trembling hole. “And this time, you’re gonna squirt on my cock like a good little slut.”
The music kept playing. The beat rolled on. But all you could hear was the slap of skin, the lewd squelch of your wetness, and Hongjoong’s filthy voice in your ear:
“That’s it, baby. Dumb little thing. Cumming again already? God—you really are mine.”
And you did. Again. And again. Until you couldn’t even cry anymore, only whimper and shake and thank him with slurred babbles.
The studio was ruined.
He didn’t care. He kissed the crown of your head and whispered with a devilish smirk:
“Let’s get that on the next track.”
Seonghwa.
Seonghwa was so pretty when he was gentle. The soft-spoken voice, the feather-light kisses, the way he tucked your hair behind your ear like you were glass.
But that wasn’t the version of him hovering over you now.
His hands were planted beside your head, and his hips were deep—so deep inside you, your belly ached. Sweat glistened down his neck, damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead. And his dark eyes… they weren’t soft anymore.
“Thought you said you could handle it, princess.” He thrust in once, slow but devastatingly deep. “So why are you crying?”
“I-I’m not—ah! Hwa—!”
Your voice pitched up into a sob as the next thrust knocked the breath from your lungs. You could feel yourself getting wetter, feel your thighs trembling and twitching as he pulled back and slammed into you again.
“Liar.”
He dipped his head low, kissing the tears from your cheeks while his cock bullied your walls open all over again.
“You said you could take it.” A hand slid under your leg and pushed your knee up to your chest. “You begged for it, remember?”
You nodded weakly, fingers gripping the sheets, eyes rolling back.
His pace was cruel now. Calculated. Your slick coated his lower stomach, smearing against his skin with every thrust.
“God, this pussy’s filthy. You’re fucking dripping,” he hissed. “Look at you. You're making a mess on me.”
“H-Hwa—please, it’s too much—!”
“Too much?” he echoed, mocking, as his thumb found your clit and started circling fast, relentless strokes. “This too much? Or this?” He pressed harder.
That’s when it happened—your entire body seized up and then released.
Warm liquid gushed out from you, soaking his thighs, your own skin, the sheets. You squirted so violently it splashed his hips.
Seonghwa didn’t stop. Not even close.
He growled low in his throat and pulled out for a second just to watch it. Watched your cunt pulse and gush and spasm like you were ruined from the inside out.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered, voice husky and hoarse. “You squirted for me.”
You could barely breathe. “I—didn’t mean—”
“Yes you did,” he cut in. “You wanted to. Your body begged for it. Don’t pretend you’re not a little slut for it now.”
You whimpered, biting your knuckles.
Seonghwa climbed back between your legs, cock still hard, dragging it up and down your soaked slit. He didn’t slide in yet—just rubbed his tip against your clit, teasing, tapping. Watching you squirm.
“Wanna do it again.”
“I—I can’t,” you breathed out, voice hoarse from moaning.
“You can. You will.” He finally pushed back inside—too slow, too deep—and your eyes immediately crossed.
“There’s my girl,” he purred, kissing your jaw, then nipping it. “Gonna fill you up this time, make you squirt while I cum in you. Don’t stop till you do.”
And he fucked you through it, again and again, until the only words you could say were half-spoken sobs and the sound of your own squirt hitting the ruined sheets.
Yunho.
“Holy shit.”
Yunho froze for a half-second, blinking down at where you lay trembling beneath him—your thighs shaking, your pussy gushing.
Clear liquid sprayed from between your legs, soaking his stomach, his cock, and the sheets beneath you both.
He stared, wide-eyed, lips parted. Then his expression twisted.
Into a grin.
“Did you just fucking squirt?”
You let out a choked sob, covering your face with your hands in pure embarrassment.
“D-Don’t—Yunho—”
“Oh no, no,” he laughed darkly, reaching up to yank your wrists away and pin them to the bed. “You don’t get to hide from me now, princess.”
His cock was still buried inside you, twitching, hot and hard and pressing deliciously against the spot that had just made you lose control.
“You squirted all over me, baby. That’s what this pretty little cunt does when it gets really full, huh?”
You couldn’t even talk. Just moaned, legs weak, cunt still fluttering from the orgasm that wrecked you.
“Was it too much?” he cooed mockingly, thrusting his hips once—slow, just to feel you twitch again. “Can’t handle it?”
You shook your head. “C-Can… but—”
“But what?” he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “Wanna do it again?”
Your moan gave you away.
He groaned, like he was the one about to fall apart.
“Fucking knew it,” he growled. “Knew this pussy would be obsessed with me. Can’t even stop leaking.”
With your legs still spread open and held wide, Yunho started to move again. More deliberate this time—less punishing, more controlled. Watching you the whole time like a man obsessed.
And when your thighs twitched again—when your moans pitched up, when your hips tried to wiggle away from the pressure—
He sped up.
“Don’t you fucking dare run from it,” he hissed. “Wanna see it again. Wanna feel you gush around my cock, baby.”
“I can’t—! S’too much—”
“You can. You’re gonna squirt for me again, just like the messy little thing you are.”
Your toes curled. Eyes rolled. The pressure hit you even harder than the first time—like a dam about to break.
And then—
“F-Fuck—Yunho—!”
It happened. Again.
Your second squirt hit his thighs, his cock, your belly, everything.
Yunho’s laugh was breathless, wrecked. He kept fucking you through it, holding your legs in place, watching you fall apart with complete awe and total pride.
“That’s my girl. That’s my dumb, messy girl.”
You were crying by the time your third orgasm hit.
And he didn’t stop. Not even close.
“Not done ‘til you’ve soaked the whole fucking bed.”
Yeosang.
You had always assumed Yeosang would be soft.
Gentle. Polite. Almost shy.
But now you were underneath him—spread open, legs over his shoulders, dress bunched around your waist, his cock buried inside you—completely wrecked and shaking.
And Yeosang?
Yeosang hadn’t said a word.
Not one.
Just stared down at you with that unreadable, infuriatingly calm look on his face while he fucked you slowly—so deep, so controlled, so consistent it was driving you insane.
Your fingers twisted in the sheets. “Y-Yeo—can’t—”
His hand came up to your throat—gently, but firm enough to make your next gasp catch—and his hips rolled again.
Right into that spot.
Right into that place he kept hitting again and again and again.
“You can,” he finally said, voice quiet but sharp. “You can take it, baby.”
You whined, vision blurring. “M’gonna—f-feels—”
Yeosang looked down between your bodies, his brows twitching ever so slightly when he saw it.
The wet.
The way your pussy clenched hard around him and started gushing—clear liquid spraying with each helpless jolt of your hips.
You squirted.
You didn’t mean to. Didn’t expect to. But it happened.
“Oh.” His voice dipped lower. Still calm. Still steady. But different.
“You’re squirting?” he murmured, more to himself than you. “That’s how good it feels?”
You covered your face. “I-I—Yeosang—”
He reached down and pulled your hands away, grabbing both wrists and pinning them above your head.
“Don’t hide,” he said, and this time there was a flicker of something smug in his eyes. “Let me see what I did to you.”
You shuddered.
And then he did it again.
Same angle. Same roll. Same deep thrust right against the spot that made your body jerk.
You squirted again.
“Mm.” He tilted his head, blinking slowly. “So messy. What a cute little thing you are.”
“Yeo—Yeosang—too much—!”
“Then cum again.”
That deadpan. That almost disinterested tone as he kept pounding into your soaked cunt, no change in pace, no hesitation, just quiet confidence as he made you come again—
—and squirt again.
The sheets were soaked. Your thighs were shaking. You were gasping, clawing, babbling.
And Yeosang was still looking at you like you were his favorite fucking experiment.
“Didn’t know you could do that,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Guess I’ll have to keep making it happen. Over and over. Until you can't even blink without dripping all over me.”
Writing by @lustlvii please do not translate or publish anywhere
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My favorite girl 🤭🤭
Pleeeaaase tell me that you’re making a hyung part to the squirting post. It was so good 😭
But don’t make it if I’m pressuring you, I would hate to do that. I’m good with whatever you write, because I’ve loved it all so far!
Yes I definitely plan on making a part for the hyungs!!! It'll be posted pretty soon after I finish up some things :) and don't worry you aren't pressuring me!!! I'm glad you enjoyed the first part 😁
I love your writing so much you last fic with the maknae line was soo good I wasn’t expecting how intense San and mingi were gonna be I loved it 🫣🫣😸😸
😚 I'm so glad you liked it means so much
Ateez members when you squirt. Ft maknae line
Including: San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho x fem!reader (all separate!)
Warnings: porn no plot, Squirting, nasty nasty nasty, degradation, dirty talk, use of names (slut), mention of passing out but you don't (San) cocky!wooyoung, size kink (mingi), oral (f, mingi and wooyoung), like one pussy slap (wooyoung), daddy kink (mingi and wooyoung), this is just messy and nasty I didn't proofread so lmk if I missed anything!
Authors note: English isn't my first language. I think I went overboard . . . Especially with mingis 😔😔🥴🥴
San.
“Again,” he growls, breath hot against your shoulder as he slams his hips into yours with bruising force. “Fucking again, baby—don’t stop now.”
You can’t. You’re sobbing, face twisted in pure overstimulated bliss, thighs twitching, soaked and ruined and trembling as another gush of wetness sprays out from between your legs.
“Ohhh fuck—there it is,” San groans, head thrown back, hips grinding through it like he’s ossessed. “That’s it, baby. Made a fuckin’ mess for me, huh?”
You try to answer, but you can’t form a single coherent thought. Your eyes roll. Your fingers claw uselessly at the sheets beneath you.
San just laughs. It’s feral—guttural.
“Dumb little thing,” he snarls, reaching down to slap your twitching clit, watching your whole body spasm from it. “You like being fucked stupid, don’t you?”
You nod. Barely. More of a shake. Your lips part to speak—nothing comes out but a whimper.
“I said don’t stop.”
He flips you onto your back, grabs both your ankles and spreads you wide, cock already rock-hard again despite the fact he just emptied himself inside you not even two minutes ago.
“You thought I was done? You thought one little squirt show was gonna be enough?”
He lines up again, sinks in without warning. No mercy. You scream.
“Fucking tight,” he hisses. “You’re still squeezing me like you don’t wanna let go.”
Your entire body jerks. Nails digging into the mattress.
He leans down until he’s nose-to-nose with you. Grabs your jaw hard enough to ache. Forces you to look at him.
“Eyes on me, baby. Wanna see how dumb you look when you come.”
Your lashes flutter. Your lip quivers. He starts pounding into you like he wants to break the bed—slamming his hips, skin clapping against yours, sweat dripping from his forehead to your chest.
“San—Sannie please—I-I can’t—!”
“You can.”
He presses his hand to your lower tummy, feels how swollen and full you are.
“Feel that?” he grunts. “That’s me. Right there. So deep inside I’m practically part of you.”
He fucks deeper. Harder. Faster.
“You’re gonna squirt again. You’re gonna cover my cock, the sheets, everything. Make a mess like the filthy little slut you are.”
You’re wailing now, words melting into cries and breathless mewls. He snakes a hand up to your throat, squeezes just enough to make the edge of panic blur with the pleasure.
And then—
“Fuck—yes,” he growls. “There it is. Pretty little pussy fuckin’ exploding for me—holy shit—look at that.”
You squirt so hard it splashes against his thighs. He doesn’t even stop. He shoves your knees to your chest and keeps fucking through it, watching your face twist, your mouth open wide in a soundless scream.
“Again,” he spits. “Fucking again.”
You can’t even fight it. Your body obeys him before your brain can catch up. Another wave crashes over you—wet, hot, helpless.
He moans loud, cock throbbing deep inside you. “You’re mine. You get that?”
You whimper. “Y-Yes—San—fuck—yours—”
He bites your neck. Hard. “Say it.”
“Yours! I’m yours—I’m only yours—”
He kisses you like he’s trying to consume you.
Then he pulls out, drags you to your knees by your hair, and shoves his cock back into your ruined cunt from behind—still gushing, still twitching.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls. “Now keep squirting until you pass out.”
Mingi.
He’d been down there for a while.
Palms spreading your thighs wide, tongue lazily lapping at your clit like it was breakfast, chin shiny and eyes half-lidded in pure obsession. You’d lost count of how many times your hips bucked or how many times his tongue teased your folds before dipping in—deeper, deeper, until your whole body was convulsing.
“Mingi, wait—fuck, I—something’s—”
That’s all it takes. The tremble in your thighs, the way your belly tightens…
And then it happens.
Your body arches, the pressure snaps, and a sudden wet gush bursts from you—hot and clear and everywhere.
“Oh…” Mingi stops, stunned for a second. His mouth parts, brows lifting slightly as he pulls back to look. Your thighs are soaked. His face is drenched.
Then:
“…Holy shit.”
He grins. Wildly. Tongue darts out to taste you again—licking his cheeks where the mess landed.
“Baby…” His voice drops lower, cock already rock hard against the bed. “You never told me you could do that.”
You whimper, dazed, humiliated, but so high on it you can barely think.
“I—Mingi, I didn’t—I’ve never—”
He growls. That’s the only word for it. Like you just unlocked a kink he didn’t even know he had.
“Fuck, you’re unreal.”
And then he’s on you.
Flicking your clit, tongue rolling filthy patterns over your overstimulated cunt, groaning against your skin like he’s starving. His big hands are clutching your hips down so hard it stings.
You squirt again. And again. It’s automatic now—he demands it.
“Mmhmm, that’s it… so fuckin’ wet for me.”
You’re barely breathing when he finally lifts his head, face dripping, lips swollen and red, pupils blown. He’s panting.
“You’re a goddamn fountain.”
He strokes his cock, lets it slap against your slit. “Wanna see if this pretty pussy squirts like that with my cock too.”
You moan. Shake your head. “Mingi, you’re too big, I can’t—”
“Oh baby.” He leans down, voice a whisper, thick tip teasing your entrance. “You’re gonna take it.”
He starts slow. Just the tip. Then another inch. And another. You’re already clawing at his arms, panting, your eyes rolling.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “So tight. I can feel your heartbeat in this cunt.”
He bottoms out with a brutal thrust. Your body jerks. And he laughs.
“You’re so full, huh?”
You sob. “C-Can’t—Mingi—too much—too deep—”
He cups your cheek. Kisses you softly. Then ruins you again.
His hips slam into yours at a vicious rhythm, skin slapping, the sound of wet squelching echoing off the walls. He’s obsessed—watching your pussy swallow every inch of his thick cock, watching how each thrust pushes more slick out of you.
“You gonna squirt on my dick, baby?” he groans. “Gonna soak me like you did my fuckin’ face?”
You do. Screaming his name, gushing hard enough to leave his lower abs dripping.
He doesn’t stop. Won’t let you come down.
“Shiiit, you’re fuckin’ gushing,” he moans. “Look at this mess. Look what you did.”
You cry out. Your body convulses. Another orgasm barrels through you like a freight train.
He pulls you up by your waist, fucks you like a ragdoll, moaning into your neck, whispering filth between praises.
“Dirty little thing… makin’ a mess all over daddy’s cock like you need to be ruined.”
You’re babbling now—nothing makes sense. “Mhm—Mingiii—ah—f’so good—feels—ah—f-fuck!”
He bites your shoulder. “You love it.”
You nod wildly.
He grabs your face again, eyes dark. “Then squirt for me again, baby. Right now.”
Wooyoung.
“Already?” He says it with a cocky laugh, like watching you tremble under his mouth is funny to him. Your thighs are clenching around his head, stomach twitching, and you can’t breathe through the sounds you’re making.
“Mmh—fuck, Woo—ah, I—!”
He pulls back with a string of spit clinging to his lips, face glossy, tongue dragging over the corner of his mouth like he’s still hungry.
“God, listen to yourself. You’re gasping like you just ran a mile.” He rolls his eyes, leans down, slaps your pussy lightly with two fingers. You jolt.
“This got you that fucked up? From just my tongue?” He smirks, tapping your clit with lazy precision. “What’s gonna happen when I put my cock in, huh?”
“D-Don’t say shit like that—”
“Why not?” He spits directly on your folds, lets it drip down before rubbing it in with his thumb. “Gonna make you squirt, pretty girl. Wanna see how fucking messy I can get you.”
And then he’s diving back in.
Tongue rapid, focused, filthy—like he knows exactly what your body needs before you do. He groans deep against your cunt like it’s his favorite meal, and your hips jerk off the bed.
You feel it coil in your stomach again, tight and terrifying.
“W-Woo, wait, I think I—”
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t care. He wraps an arm around your thighs to lock you down and moans loud into your clit. That’s what pushes it over.
You squirt. Hard.
Gushing up into his mouth, thighs convulsing, head tossing back into the pillows as you scream. He keeps going. Licks it up, grinds his chin into your pussy, rubs you through it like he’s got something to prove.
“Fucking knew it,” he pants, chin soaked, fingers already replacing his mouth. “That’s it, messy girl. Drip for me.”
You try to close your legs, overwhelmed. He slaps your inner thigh.
“Keep ‘em open. Don’t be shy now.”
And then? Then he fucks you with his fingers until you squirt again.
You’re crying. Moaning slurred nonsense into your forearm as your thighs tremble.
“Oh, poor baby…” he coos, fake pout on his lips. “Too much for your dumb little pussy?”
Your only reply is a hiccuped whine.
“Yeah, I thought so.” He sits up, starts unbuckling his belt. “And now…”
He slaps his fat cock against your overstimulated slit, groaning when it twitches from the contact.
“Now I fuck you stupid.”
You scream his name. Again and again. You lose track of time, lose count of how many times he makes you squirt, how many times he moans right in your face, laughing when you can’t form full sentences.
“W-Woo… ngh, c-can’t—d-daddy please—!”
“Shhh, you’re fine. Just a dumb little slut with a squirty little pussy, huh?”
He grabs your face, shoves two fingers in your mouth and spits on your tongue.
“Now take it.”
Jongho.
“You didn’t tell me you could do that,” Jongho mutters, voice low—dangerous—as he stares down at your soaked thighs.
Your chest is heaving, whole body trembling. You’re still recovering from it—your orgasm, your release—your squirt.
It had surprised even you.
One moment his thick fingers were pumping slow and steady into your cunt—pressing right there, right there—and the next? You were shaking, crying, spraying his hand, his wrist, the sheets under you, everything.
And Jongho hasn’t said much since. Just breathing. Watching. Processing.
Then he wipes his soaked fingers on your inner thigh.
“You’re going to do that again,” he says flatly. Not a suggestion. Not a request. A command.
You whimper. “I… I don’t think—”
His hand snaps around your jaw.
“I didn’t ask you what you think.”
He grabs you by the waist, flips you like you’re weightless. You gasp. He pulls you into his lap—his cock already achingly hard, thick against your soaked folds.
Then, with terrifying calm, he slides in.
You scream.
Not loud. But wrecked. Like your body can’t decide whether to panic or worship him.
Jongho groans low in his throat. Hands gripping your hips so tight it hurts.
“You squirted all over my fingers. Let’s see if I can make you do it on my cock.”
He doesn’t move at first—just sinks in deeper. Slow. Unbearable. Stretching you open inch by inch until your mouth falls open in a silent moan.
Then he grinds.
Your body jerks.
“Ohhh—Jongho, I—”
“Eyes on me.”
His hand fists your hair, pulls your head back until you’re forced to meet his gaze.
“No hiding,” he whispers. “You’re going to look me in the eyes while I ruin you.”
Then—he fucks you.
Hard. Precise. Deliberate. Each thrust perfectly angled to bully your sweet spot, to force a reaction out of you.
You’re gasping, sobbing—fingers gripping his arms like a lifeline.
Jongho’s not sweating. Not moaning. Just breathing. Focused. Like he’s studying you.
“You’re going to do it again,” he murmurs. “I can feel it. You’re pulsing.”
You cry out. Your legs are shaking.
“Say thank you.”
“W-What—?”
Smack. His hand lands on your ass—hard.
“Say thank you for your cock.”
“Th-thank you! Ohmygod, thank you—!”
Then—you snap. Again.
A burst of slick soaks his thighs, your body twitching uncontrollably.
And Jongho smiles.
Dark. Satisfied.
“I knew you could.”
He pulls out—just to slam back in. You wail.
“N-Not again, I can’t—!”
“You can. You will.”
And he keeps fucking you. Pushing. Over and over.
Until your voice breaks. Until your body stops responding.
And when you finally pass out in his arms, he kisses your forehead.
“Next time, I want three.”
Writing by @lustlvii please do not translate or publish anywhere
Fill you up. Jeong yunho
warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, light size kink, creampie, overstimulation, slight choking (18+ content)
Authors note: English isn't my first language, sorry if there's mistakes!!
You shouldn’t have worn his shirt to bed. That was your first mistake.
Oversized and soft, it hung down to your thighs, brushing just over the curve of them. Yunho had already been watching you all day — cuddled up on the couch with your legs in his lap, teasing him with that sleepy voice and the way you always acted like you didn’t know what you were doing. But now?
Now he had you underneath him, legs spread wide and trembling around his waist, your fingers locked into the sheets as he buried himself to the hilt. Over and over. His low groans melted into your ear as your head rolled back, mouth open in a moan that didn't have time to finish before his hips snapped again.
"You feel that?" he growled, voice ragged as he bottomed out. “You’re taking me so well tonight, baby. Fuck—tight little pussy was made to be bred, wasn’t it?”
Your breath hitched. His words hit you like a slap, hot and heavy. You nodded dumbly, back arching, mouth fumbling for anything to say. "Y-Yunho—"
He leaned over you, pressing his weight down until his lips brushed your ear, hand sliding up to wrap loosely around your throat—not choking, not fully, just claiming. Holding.
“Say it. Say you want me to fill you up.”
“I—” Your voice cracked into a high-pitched whimper, and Yunho chuckled darkly, hips grinding slow and deep.
“You’ve been teasing me all week, walking around in my clothes, sitting on my lap like a little slut. What, you think I wouldn’t put a baby in you for that?”
He thrust once, then again, hard and deep and deliberate, and your whole body shuddered.
“Y-Yunho, please—fuck, please—fill me up, I want it, I want all of it—”
“That’s my girl.” His hand released your throat just to slip down between your legs, fingers working in tight circles around your clit. “You wanna be full of me? Walk around leaking all fucking day?”
“Y-Yes—!”
“You’re gonna take every drop. Gonna make sure it sticks this time.”
Your vision blurred. Your legs wrapped tight around his waist and you clung to him, hips jerking up into his thrusts, desperate for more—for everything. His name poured from your lips like a prayer as he fucked you harder, rough and relentless now, panting above you with that hungry, focused look that always undid you.
“I’m close,” he growled, voice tight and frayed. “You better cum with me. You better milk every fucking drop.”
You were already there, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave—tight, uncontrollable, aching. You clenched around him so hard it made him curse, hips snapping once, twice, and then he buried himself to the base with a ragged moan, spilling inside you in deep, hot pulses.
“F-Fuck,” Yunho breathed, still grinding through it, sweat dripping down his temple. “That’s it. Keep it in. Don’t waste a single drop.”
You trembled underneath him, twitching, over-sensitive but full—so full—and Yunho leaned down, kissing you like you were his everything.
His thumb brushed your lip, voice still thick. “You’re mine, baby. No one’s ever gonna fuck you like this. No one’s ever gonna fill you like I do.”
And with his cum slowly leaking out, he eased back… just to push it in again with his fingers.
“Round two?”
Writing by @lustlvii please do not translate or publish anywhere