#1 2yun enjoyr

ali | 23

[gukcnt]

DON'T DISTRACT ME, BABY » MYG

yoongi's glasses make you so horny that he stops working to eat your pussy on his desk, fogs up the lenses and lets you cum all over them... ruining you completely.

PAIRING. bf dom!yoongi x gf sub!femreader

GENRE. established relationship, slice of life, domestic and cozy vibes, romance, smut, fluff

WARNINGS/TAGS. 18+, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), reader gets turned on from his glasses, sexual fantasies, glasses kink, makeout and kisses, cunnilingus, pussy eating, fingering, desk sex, face sitting, cum play and swallowing, multiple orgasms, slight breast and nipple play, tongue fucking, dirty talk and praise kink, overstimulation, slight edging, clit stimulation, ass groping, one spank, grinding on glasses and orgasming onto it, sweet aftercare, they're just so in love w each other

WC. 4.6k

A/N. i had to write this quickly because yoongi with glasses has been driving me crazy 😩 especially after the recent mv! i couldn't stop thinking about him so enjoy reading this, my nasty babes <33

「 MASTERLIST 」

your boyfriend yoongi had been working for several hours on his laptop, finishing his latest track.

he sat on the big chair, all focused on the screen in front of him.

a half finished black coffee beside him that you'd brought him an hour ago.

his posture was relaxed but still in an intensely concentrated manner that always made your heart skip a beat.

he was wearing a hoodie only, his dark hair fell messily over his forehead and every so often he would absentmindedly push his new thin rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.

the gesture was so simple yet it made your legs squeeze together.

you had been curled up on the small couch in the corner of his studio for what felt like hours now, he brought that couch especially for you only so he could have you in his space while he works.

he doesn’t like having you away from him for even a second.

there was a forgotten book open on your lap as your eyes kept drifting away from the pages and towards him.

the way the glow from the monitors reflected on his glasses, his brows furrowing in focus which made his already cat like eyes sharper.

it made him look effortlessly authoritative and intelligent, also attractive in a way that made your cheeks turn pink.

he started wearing glasses a few weeks ago and you had openly admitted to him how much the glasses affected you.

“they look really good on you yoongi... like, so sexy.” you had confessed the first night.

he had simply smirked and adjusted them with one finger, no doubt feeling pride at the observation and his girl's approval.

“noted. i'll keep that in mind.”

and he had.

ever since whenever he slipped them on for work, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

a need that didn’t go away with every passing minute you spent watching him.

the longer you sat there stealing glances the more your clit throbbed insistently, your nipples hardening under your tank top and you could feel your panties get soaked clinging to your folds.

you don’t like to wear much when you're at home anyways so you're just wearing a tiny black tank top with no bra and panties only.

yoongi preferred you like this.

you shifted on the couch, twirling a strand of your hair and read one single sentence several times in your book.

you’ve been trying to behave but you can't focus on anything else.

finally when you couldn’t hold back any longer, you stood up slowly feeling your stomach flutter from nervousness.

you walked to his desk and stood beside him, yoongi didn’t immediately turn his head away from the screen but you noticed the way he tilted his head and the slight curve of his lips that told you he had been very aware of you the entire time.

“yoongi…”

you called out but your voice came out more breathy than you intended as you took in his clean male scent.

“hmm?”

he responded as his free hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing along the side of your bare thigh, stroking it making you shiver.

his voice was always so deep that sometimes that was all you needed to hear to get horny.

you could never get enough of his voice.

“what's up baby? you’ve been squirming over there for a while now.”

he was almost amused still typing something on his keyboard as if he could read every single dirty thought running through your mind without even needing to look at you fully.

you swallowed hard as your finger twisted the edge of your panty.

“i… i know you've been working for a while and i can't stop looking at you in those glasses.”

you let out in a rush shyly but don’t admit how crazy it has been driving you as you look at him with half lidded eyes.

a chuckle rumbled out of him as he spun his chair around to face you properly, one of his eyebrows arched.

he scanned your face and then went down taking in the way your curves are right there for him to stare at, barely clothed in anything.

“yeah? you really like them that much huh?”

he never thought you'd get this worked up from watching him work as he leaned back slightly in his chair, spreading his legs a little wider in invitation.

the silver rings on his fingers were visible to you as he rested one hand on his thigh.

“i do… a lot.” you whispered.

biting down on your lower lip as your pussy clenched emptily.

“you look so… dominant like this.”

his gaze darkened noticeably behind his glasses as the word “dominant” left your lips.

“such a good girl for admitting it...” he praised and you let out a shaky breath.

“since you're so distracted by my glasses and can't seem to sit still… maybe i should give you a much closer look and take care of you while i keep my glasses on, you like this idea?”

his other hand adjusted his glasses with that same middle finger push you loved so much and this time he did it almost cockily.

“yes..” you moaned softly.

“come here mama.”

he patted his thigh once with his palm gesturing to where he wants you without words.

you moved between his spread legs without a second thought but instead of simply sitting on his lap, you leaned down first capturing his lips for a quick kiss without being able to help yourself.

he deepens the kiss immediately as his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair possessively.

you mewled into his mouth as you tasted the coffee he had been sipping earlier along with the unique taste he always has as his tongue brushed against yours, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance.

“yoongi... your work—” you started, glancing at the open laptop.

when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, both of your breaths mingling together.

“work can wait a little while.. my baby needs my attention right now which is more important.” he lets out roughly.

he had no heart to ignore that pretty pussy which was calling for him.

he was aware of it.

he picks you up until your feet dangle above the ground making you gasp at the way he always manhandles you effortlessly, his hand between your armpits as he settles you over the very edge of his large desk.

your heart pounded at the feeling of your warm thighs settling over the wooden desk.

papers and a notebook shifted under your weight and the mouse slid a bit as your hip brushed against it but yoongi didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

he rolled his chair forward until he was positioned perfectly between your now spread things.

“spread your legs wider for me sweet girl, let me see you...”

you obeyed, your breathing already coming out faster in anticipation as you watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drag them down your legs before he tossed them carelessly aside onto the floor somewhere beside him.

“mmph.”

you let out a whimper as the studio air hits your now exposed cunt, your glistening folds visible to him.

“look at this pretty pussy.”

he murmured reverently with appreciation as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over your mound making you pant in excitement.

“so fucking wet and swollen for me... you're dripping all over my desk already and i haven't even touched you properly mm?”

his filthy words made your cheeks turn redder as you nodded, unable to deny how desperately aroused you felt.

“yes... it's all because of you and those glasses.” you croaked out shamelessly.

no longer having the restraint to keep your feelings hidden.

“i've been aching for hours.”

a coy look takes place in his face as he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, each one making your skin tingle also leaving remnants of his saliva as you writhe.

his free hand rested on your other thigh thumb rubbing teasing circles that inched ever closer to your center without quite reaching it while he kept his eyes on you, a grin on his lips from your reaction.

when his mouth hovered directly over your twitching clit that was so engorged it had escaped from its hood, he paused there just letting his breath brush against it.

knowing it makes you a little mad.

he could never get enough of having you in this state and all open for him so he always takes his time, having the privilege of being your man which he can never fully believe.

he's always thankful for having you so he never misses any opportunity to worship you.

“yoongi... please don't tease me too much.”

you begged as your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.

“shh i got you baby. i'm gonna take my time with this little pussy because you deserve it.”

he whispered against you and then without further warning, his tongue which has always been incredibly skilled since the beginning of your relationship like it has a mind of its own, knew how to move in the exact way to please you.

it knew you better than yourself.

he dragged a long stripe from your dripping entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit.

“uh—ahh fuck yoongi... that feels so good.” you cried out.

your head tilts back with parted lips and he hums in approval which travels straight to your core making your walls flutter around nothing.

“mhmm you taste so fucking perfect baby... so ready for my mouth always.”

he can never get enough of the amount of honey you produce for him, he holds your plump folds apart to see more dribbles of your creamy mess leaking one by one.

“shitt.” he cursed in a dreamy sign from the way your pussy responds to him.

his tongue explored every inch of you slowly, circling your clit with quick flicks and then capturing the bud between his lips before releasing it with a wet pop and flicking it with his tongue and then sucking again.

“oh god..” you whined.

he can probably spend an entire day playing with your clit with his tongue and fingers like it's a little button.

one of his hands slid upwards under your flimsy top to cup a breast and roll the hardened nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to double the sensations for you.

“mm... ah...”

your moans grew louder not being able to stop yourself as one of your hands fisted his hair while your legs kept his head trapped between your thighs.

“keep making those pretty noises for me… yeah… let me hear exactly how much you love my tongue on you.”

your body responds automatically as your hips rock subtly against his face.

“uh… uh… uh… yoongi your tongue feels—”

your words get interrupted with a sequel as another particularly skillful flick of his tongue lands on your clit making your back arch almost entirely off the table.

he looks up at you never stopping his mouth, drinking in your expressions as the wet noises and your whimpers of satisfaction fill the room obscenely.

it was so erotic.

and suddenly everything felt hot from the way both of you started sweating.

yoongi continued focusing on your clit using the pointed top of his tongue for a more targeted stimulation, knowing how much you love it.

like the perfectionist he was, he changed his motions based on your reactions.

you fisted one of his work sheets, unknowingly crumbling it which he didn't mind because he started eating you out even faster.

his fingers eventually joined the assault too, two digits probing your slit circling the slick opening before finally pushing inside your tight cunt in one thrust and you were so wet that he slipped even deeper on his own.

“ohh!”

you let out a surprised sob at the sudden stretch even though he's fingered you over a hundred times now but still now the feeling of his long fingers took your breath away.

his fingers immediately curled in that spongy spot deep inside you.

“fuuuuck yess right there! gosh yoongi, your fingers… it feels s-so good!”

you cried out loudly which sounded so much louder in the room as your pussy clenched on him once again.

the combination of his tongue on your clit and the way he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you has you murmuring nonsense into your hand.

you gripped the table so hard, your knuckles turned white.

sclick. sclick. sclick.

your pussy makes pornographic noises from the amount of arousal you keep on making and it is coating his hand now too, also dripping on the desk beneath you.

he groaned against your pussy, pulling away for a bit to talk but still with his mouth pressed against your labia.

“that's my good girl… so tight and greedy..”

a quiet overwhelmed scream left you when he added a third finger stretching you to your limits, increasing the pace just enough to push you to the edge without letting you tip over yet.

his glasses were starting to fog up from the heat and his own labored breaths.

the sight of it only heightened the moment for you.

“yoongi your glasses… they're getting all foggy from me.”

you panted between desperate moans as you watched him continue devouring you.

“ugh i can'tt.”

you whined as he kept on thrusting, scissoring his fingers while rubbing that soft spot deep inside your pussy like he's inspecting you on the inside.

he lifted his gaze to meet yours and you could see the lust in his eyes even though they were partially hidden behind the clouded lenses.

“yeah that's good isn't it? means i'm eating this pussy exactly right. you like seeing me like this? all foggy because of how wet and hot you are for me?”

he encourages you further with his murmurs against you as his fingers curl harder and faster now, directly sucking onto your clit as if he wants something to come out of it.

you couldn't take it anymore.

you were losing your mind.

from his words, every thrust, every suck, from his whole presence alone.

“i'm so close ahh please don't stop yoongi! i'm gonna cum so hard..”

tears welled in your eyes as your entire body tensed with the impending release.

“not yet mama. hold it just a little longer for me.”

he growled against your folds, slowing his movements for a few seconds to keep you teetering right on the edge and to keep you crying for a bit more.

then he sped up again relentlessly, three fingers thrusting deep and fast while also using his nose to grind up straight between your folds.

that's it. it happened like that.

your whole body seized and shook as the orgasm crashed over you and you crumble more of his papers on the desk and even making some files fall but you were too deep in it to notice.

“yoongi shitt i'm—i'm cumming! ahhuh yes yes oh god!” you let out a choked scream.

your cunt clenched around his fingers, fluttering weakly as gushes dripped down his hand and messily pooled on his desk.

your moans turned into cries as you clamped his head tighter between your legs and you tried to stop yourself, scared that you'd suffocate him but he grunted lowly holding you closer, which signaled how much he loved to be crushed by you.

he kept on licking and fingering slowly through the aftershocks until you were pushing his head away while letting out murmurs dumbly.

when the peak finally began to ebb leaving you breathing heavily, did yoongi slowly withdraw his fingers.

a snarl escaping him as he sat back in his chair with his chest heaving.

he held the glossy fingers up proudly and he sucked them clean while looking at you with hooded eyes, his tongue working around as you whimpered.

his glasses were completely fogged up now.

the only thing that was missing was his glasses soaked with your essence… it was one of your dirty fantasies.

and you wanted to do it.

even though you felt boneless from cumming as your body twitches with renewed interest.

you looked down at him through your post orgasmic haziness, still trying to catch your breath.

“yoongi...” you cooed almost.

“can i… can i cum on your glasses this time? i wanna rub myself all over them and make an even bigger mess… please.” you breathe out.

even in your ears, it sounded so naughty.

his eyes widened for a bit before a slow smirk took place on his lips, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip slowly where there were still remnants of your release.

he pushed his chair back slightly to give you space as he gripped your thighs.

“you want that baby?”

you nod eagerly with flushed cheeks.

“please...”

he lets out a hoarse laugh, closing his eyes for a bit before fixing it on your face.

“god what am i supposed to do with this dirty girl huh?” he says so adoringly that it makes you feel giddy on the inside.

“come here then use my glasses however you want. soak me, grind your cum all over the lenses... whatever you want mama.”

he helped you slide off the desk on still shaky legs and straddle his lap.

your breasts rises and falls at his words and the way he always treats all your needs as if they were his own, always exploring whatever the other wants with no judgment.

because both of you were just as filthy and downbad for each other.

that's why people say you both just fit so well.

you shuddered when your sensitive pussy hovered just above his obvious bulge that held his rock hard cock.

but he was so focused on you and making you feel good to even notice that.

instead of making you sink down on him, he placed an arm under your butt and picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist as he carried you to the couch before he settled down on it first.

he tilts his head back just enough, holding your hips steady as he looks up at you expectantly.

“go on pretty baby, rub that slutty pussy right on my glasses… mm i wanna feel every bit of it.”

the command makes your legs squeeze together as you look down at him with parted lips, your hair framing your face.

he crooks a finger in your direction so you'd come and sit right on his face.

“don't make me ask twice y/n.”

you shivered at him calling your name, he only does that when he is in his serious and strict mood.

it always makes you weak in the knees.

you didn't waste time and lowered yourself carefully until your slick folds made direct contact with his glasses.

the glass against your already overheated clit created an entirely new and different feeling.

“oh... gosh gahh yoongi... it feels weird… but so good.”

you moaned sharply, your legs settling firmly on either side of his face as he gripped your ass cheeks parting them for better access.

your hips begin to rock on their own experimentally smearing your arousal across his frame, making the glasses even more opaque as your release began to run down the sides.

he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he watched you with feral eyes.

“that's it… just like that… you're doing so well… does it feel good having my lenses rubbing against your clit hmm?”

he asked with genuine curiosity as your whines grew louder and more shakier, even you couldn't fathom that you could make such wanton noises.

“yess nghh... i-it feels amazing… knowing it's your glasses makes it so much better uh...”

he lets out an animal growl at your words, another one of his favorite things during moments of intimacy is your honesty.

your hips shuddered because you're already sensitive from the orgasm you had just a few minutes ago so it made you a little weak as your hands dug into his chest grabbing the fabric of his hoodie.

he kneaded your ass and landed a sharp spank, making you sob as he helped guide your movements up and down when he realized you're slowing down.

it was so lewd.

like you're nothing but just a sex doll and you're releasing so much liquid that it didn't take much effort, too, you were slippery enough to glide all over his glasses.

you were swimming in pleasure.

you selfishly wanted more and everything all at once.

“more… more… please more…”

“keep going mama... cum whenever you want to… make a fucking mess.” he urged.

he whispers praises for you as your tongue lolls out in ecstasy, sweat forming on your forehead as he rubs your back soothingly while your clit is getting all the unique frictions from the edge of his glass.

it felt too much like you wanted to escape from it, yet want more and more.

you yelped as you saw a bit of your arousal land on his eyelid.

“oh no! i'm sorry i'll—”

he stilled you with one hard grip on your waist as he glared up at you.

“don't you dare stop, it doesn't matter… you're not stopping.” he rasps out.

a tear streams down your face in pleasure when his tongue comes out to catch a droplet of you.

“b-but i don't want you getting hurt.. it's going to get inside your eyes.”

“continue.”

that's all he said, just that single word in his strict voice.

you knew he wasn't going to listen otherwise so your hips moved on their own.

you let out breathless cries as he guided you to move faster, your hips quivering so much you thought they'd give out.

“i can't i can't, oh god oh god, fuckk going to, going to cum.. c-cum—!” you hiccuped.

“do it, cum hard for me… come on.”

he demanded as his tongue lapped up at you in the most delicious way.

the second orgasm hits you suddenly that you had to grip the couch to steady yourself as spurts and spurts of your essence left you, hitting him all over the face.

you felt so guilty, but you couldn't stop yourself as it soaked his lips and glasses and all over.

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!”

you cried out repeatedly, hips grinding through the climax until your body had no more energy and he guided you slowly until your forehead rested against his.

both of you breathing heavily.

after several long moments of shared breathing, yoongi removed the thoroughly ruined glasses from his face which were completely glistening with cum.

thoroughly ruined and marked.

now that the high has left you, you let out a mortified whimper at how nasty you've been and hide your face on his chest making him chuckle lowly.

he sets them aside and wraps both of his arms around you, pulling you closer into his chest.

“damn baby... you really did a number on them didn't you?”

he rubbed loving patterns on your back and you laughed breathlessly, still riding the feeling from multiple orgasms.

“sorry... not sorry.”

you got carried away and you knew it but couldn't help it.

it isn't your fault that he was so hot.

he nuzzled his face on your neck planting kisses along your cheeks and throat as you did the same to him, tasting your own release there even though he didn't attempt to wipe you off him.

he liked having you get him all messy on him.

he titled your chin up with his finger to capture your lips in a slow kiss that allowed you to taste yourself more intimately as you both groan together from it.

your hearts beating hard together and so damn connected.

“don't ever apologize for getting needy like that for me, i love it when you lose control because of something as simple as my glasses you got it?”

he looks straight into your eyes so he makes sure you're getting each of his words.

“it means i'm doing my job right.”

he grumbles against your mouth and you let out a happy sound.

he never fails to make you feel so adored and desired.

after a few more minutes of just cuddling and talking about silly stuff basking in each other and the smell of sex, did yoongi's attention finally land on the laptop screen that was still glowing with the work he had to eventually return to.

even though he'd love to spend time with you instead, take you to bed and fuck you right up and he was aching inside his jeans.

he wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and make you wait.

making you impatient always brings out the best outcome and he also wanted to finish all his work before he could concentrate on you fully.

after a while he helped you off his lap making you pout but it soon melts away when he helps you put on the fluffy pink blanket over your legs after wiping you clean gently with tissues and even his face in the process.

your panties were too ruined for you to wear them again and he wanted you bare underneath.

he adjusted your top so you felt comfortable again, he then picked you up with the blanket wrapped around you like a roll of burrito and settled you over his lap on the chair.

he didn't want you away from him.

he gave you that lazy knowing smile, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“think i can get back to work now? or are you gonna distract me again?”

he teased, thumbing your cheek while his other hand moved for the mouse.

“hmm... depends.”

you pretend to think as you settle against his chest with a contented sigh, feeling all comfy with him.

“maybe... but no promises after i clean those glasses for you to wear them again… i might need another closer look later.” you say cheekily.

he laughs hoarsely and shakes his head.

“such a brat huh? but i wouldn't have you any other way.”

the rest of the afternoon went on like that with your eyes half open, focusing on his work that you barely understood while he gave you touches occasionally.

sometimes leaning down to kiss any part of your exposed skin until you almost purred like a kitten being petted.

this was what he lived for.

you all wrapped in him while he did his tasks, just happy to have you there and he couldn't be anywhere else in the world.

he was the luckiest man alive.

“i love you lot baby, you know that?”

you let out a small breath and cupped his cheek, placing a kiss on his nose making his eyes close with a smile.

“i know… but i love you more.”

he opened his eyes with a mocking glare.

“impossible.”

his hand brushed on the ticklish side of your stomach, making you giggle and squirm.

and you knew in your heart without any of his words spoken because his eyes spoke.

promising that the night was far from over.

that he was gonna give you all the attention you want afterward.

you couldn’t wait.

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[luvmingis]

lord have mercy this just changed my life

[makeitworse]

UPSIDE DOWN KISS

just your friendly neighbourhood freak !

🕷️ tags: spiderman!yunho x f!reader, est. relationship, roleplay kinda, dry humping, 18+ MDNI 🕷️ wc: 1.2k

🕷️ notes: this is so short i just needed him out of my head

WIND WHIPS AROUND YOUR HAIR AS YOU LEAN ON THE BALCONY RAILING. with it carries the bustling noise of new york’s night life: drunk pedestrians, cars honking, and if you really strain enough – you can just catch a distant ‘thwip’ on the horizon. a smile graces your lips at the recognition. 

you pull out your phone, bright screen still open on the last text yunho sent: be there in 5. it’s been much longer than just a mere five minutes, but you know to take his ETA estimates with a grain of salt. he can get so easily caught up, your boyfriend. especially on a chaotic friday night in the heart of the big apple. 

you sigh, breath turning to fog in the cold air. in the thin cotton of your pyjamas, all that’s really keeping you warm out here is the buzzing under your skin – the excitement of your boyfriend finally coming home. 

these days, he’s been crawling into bed beside you at ridiculous o’clock, cuddling into your snoring body. and by the morning, you wake up to his side of the bed cold, a love note stuck to your phone and some breakfast kept warm on the stove. it’s been too long since he’s just held you – not just a hug goodbye, but a hold that swallows you into his arms until your bodies are tangled as one. a touch that crawls up, that blooms inside you.. 

you flinch when your vision is suddenly cloaked in black – gloved hands cupping over your eyes from behind. your initial surprise quickly slides back into excitement, and you can’t help yourself from reaching up and hooking your fingers around his pinky. 

“guess who?” comes a muffled voice from behind you. even under the mask, you can hear the giddy grin on his face.

you giggle, deciding to play into it. “spiderman?” you faux-gasp, “but i didn’t call for any help..”

he hums, palms sliding down your cheeks, fingers splaying across your chin and neck. you sigh into the touch, head leaning back and bumping into his forearms. that’s when you realise the angle – this show-off is hanging upside down. 

“well, i didn’t come because of any danger, miss..” he says lowly, tilting your head back to stare at him. he inches further down on the string, mask hovering at level with your face. you can hear the way his breaths turn heavy, no doubt his eyes taking in your body. you’re proven right when his hands creep further down, just resting above your chest – fingers twitching over the dainty straps of your pyjama top. your lip quirks over how well you know him. he’s like a dog to a bone. 

“but– my boyfriend’s coming home soon,” you bat your lashes at him, fully committed to the bit. 

he chuckles, removing a hand from your chest to reach for his mask, pulling it up over his mouth. he licks his lips, smirking. “i’ll keep it quick then. he won’t have to know.” 

then he kisses you, soft and hot, inhaling sharply like your mouth is the air he breathes. you kiss him back harder, a noise slipping from your throat in desperation, and it only serves to spur him on. his mouth moves in a hurry against yours, tongue tasting every corner of your mouth. your nose nudges his chin from the angle. 

gloved hands run down your body; one stopping to grope a breast, the other reaching for a handful of your ass. you lean in, instinctually chasing the feel of his body pressed against yours in a kiss, yet finding nothing but the thin air from how he’s hovering above you. you whine from the unfairness – and you feel the way his lip curls into the kiss over the noise. 

“you’re so cute,” he coos as he comes to hold your chin, a stark contrast to the way his fingers pinch your nipple. you squeak, which he quickly smothers with his mouth on yours, fingers continuing to rub at the bud until it perks through the fabric. 

he pulls himself further down on the string, mouth mapping a path down your jaw and neck. nipping with his teeth and soothing with his tongue, eliciting little gasps from you into the night. he kisses all the way down to your chest, pulling your top down enough to free your tits – his mouth latching onto a nipple. you whimper, putty in his hands from how long you’ve been waiting to have your boyfriend like this. 

“please..” you whine, hands trying desperately to grab at the muscles in his back as he leaves a path of lovebites from one nipple to the next. he hums, listening but not stopping. “please, yu–”

you gasp as you hear a snapping sound from above you. you blink, and you’re being pushed into the balcony railing, your boyfriend standing before you – mask off, face flushed, eyes wild. you don’t get to take in the sight of his pretty face you’ve been missing like hell for long, before he’s crashing his mouth back onto yours. the kiss feels even more impatient than the last, and the groan that leaves him is like a spotlight on the bulge pressing into your thigh. 

“let’s take this inside–” you plead through the kisses, about two seconds away from ripping his damn suit off and jumping his bones. 

“got no time, baby,” he mutters as he licks into your mouth. a thought forms, and he chuckles. “what about your boyfriend?” 

you roll your eyes at his sass, rocking your hips forward just to watch the way his face crumples as you rub up against his boner. you repeat the action, drawing out the rolls of your pelvis, feeling your panties grow damper as they rub up and down his clothed length. yunho’s heaving at this point – he always loses it over a bit of grinding – before he’s stopping your hips, biceps tensed from the force. 

“baby..” he exhales, smiling in disbelief but also in pain of not being able to take you the way he so desperately wants to right now. “i still gotta get back out there. i’ll ruin the suit–”

intent on convincing him otherwise, you wedge a hand between your bodies to just grip him through the material. he keels over, face falling onto your shoulder. 

he groans, dick pulsing in your fingers. “you’ll get me fired one of these days.”

“fired?” you snort. “since when do you have a boss?”

yunho bucks his hips into your palm, sighing onto your neck. “since you.”

you crane your neck to kiss him at that – revelling in how he’s unrestrained with all the noises spilling out into your mouth. you remove your hand, and he’s quicker to press his heat back up against yours, both of you sighing in tandem from the relief. 

you stay like that for a while, getting lost in the warmth of each other’s mouths, in the pressure of his clothed cock rubbing into the damp ridges of your panties. your grips on each other’s bodies turning increasingly rough, moans increasingly eager. 

“take the night off?” you plea, guiding one of his hands to your breast for some extra convincing. you stifle a giggle at how he gets immediately hypnotised, kneading the flesh between his gloved fingers. 

he smiles at you, all dopey and in love. “you’re the boss.” 

@ttturnitup @jhthings @fweakygyatt @lunaryoongie @binneulton @kits-treasure-trove @kpopishgirlie @jaja-salute @joongtime @fancypeacepersona @persassyismysecrettwin

[luvmingis]

spidey!yun save me (i did just watch the new spider-man movie and thought of yunho the whole time)

[boy-inluvv]

Welcome back!!!

Okay I've been thinking about a specific scene for yoongi. I'm no writer so I can't really explore the idea or explain it well. Anyways, here it is:

I feel like yoongi is the type to sit you facing away from him on his lap and play with you while making you both watch in the mirror. He'd probably choke you using his long fingers or his bicep. Nnng I just know he'd play with his partner's pussy so well. I feel like he'd either tease them so much or overstimulate them but he'd threaten to stop when they look away or close their eyes.

hii so uh I dont usually write smut, but I think about this 👆 scenario constantly. so Ill treat you, dear anon.

Patience. Yoongi nsfw.

“dont look away now, come on,”

Your bleary eyes can barely focus. The mirror has gone slightly foggy from you panting in front of it. Yoongi’s slow, methodical fingers have been working you over so long you’ve lost track of time- and how many times you’ve gotten close.

“Please,” you half-attempt at begging. It sounds just as pretty as all the other noises that have fallen from your lips. Its not what he wants to hear though. Your focus falls on his middle and ring finger lowering to part your folds. He glides through the slick, clear arousal pooling there before dragging his fingers right back up to apply pressure in circles. Yoongi plants a lazy kiss to the top of your shoulder and the crook of your neck.

“Grabbing at me isn’t gonna get you what you want.” He scolds gently, vibration of his voice traveling straight to your core. “If you want to cum you’ve gotta watch.”

The friction is agonizing, a pressure that makes your hips stutter. Yoongi doesn't let you find release; instead, he maintains that torturous, slow pace, his eyes dark and unreadable as he watches the way you unravel. He is a man of patience, preferring to milk every bit of desperation from your body rather than grant you the release you're starving for.

You feel his thumb hook into your hip to anchor you as his fingers grow slightly more insistent. The circles become tighter when you stop looking at his hands and watch him. You arch your back, your fingers curling into whatever part of him you can grab, a whine escaping your throat as the tension coils just a fraction from snapping. You screw your eyes shut, anticipating a crash that never comes. Just a disappointing ache as he stops the second he loses your attention.

You tap out.

The silence that follows is heavy. You lie there, limbs feeling heavy as lead and strangely electric, staring at the ceiling while you try to catch your breath. The frustration is a dull throb in your abdomen that refuses to subside.

“Too far?” He asks, his hands moving to gently rub your thighs. They drag out to your knees and back again, then hug you around the waist.

“No- I just….” You take a breath. “I cant do it.”

“Thats alright. This isn’t fun unless you want it too.” He promises, peppering small kisses to your shoulders again. He’s warm against your back.

“… will you let me…” you let the question trail off.

“How do you want it?” He mumbles against your skin. “Can I touch you?”

You nod and he palms your sex again- no intent to rile you up without permission.

You turn your head to ask for a kiss and he grants it. “Can you use your mouth?”

“Mh.” He hums, pulling away. “Lie back.”

You make yourself comfortable and he slots perfectly between your thighs. Yoongi hooks his arms under your legs and places both palms on your lower abdomen. The pad of his thumb presses against your clit, nudging it back and fourth for a minute; he’s admiring the mess you’ve managed to make.

“Look at you...” He comments. You reach for his scalp. He deserves a good hair pull for leaving you wanting so long.

“I know- its your fault. Yoongi please,” you fuss, impatient. “Come on.”

“Relax, you earned it.” He nearly purrs, satisfied you’ve asked him to eat you out. Eagerly, he presses his tongue flat against your slit, slides two fingers inside— you swear you see stars.

[luvmingis]

yummy yoon meal

[yeskookii]

Clingy bf yoongi hc ⋆˚࿔ sfw&nsfw

Tags: explicit sexual content, fluff!!

Mdni 18+

SFW

He’s physically attached to u 85% of the time you’re both at home. Not just sitting next to you, but his leg thrown over yours, his arm around your waist, his chin hooked on your shoulder while you scroll on your phone. It’s like he needs a point of constant contact to recharge.

His idea of a perfect evening is you curled into his side on the couch, him with a book or his laptop, you watching something, with his free hand just absently stroking your arm or playing with your hair. He gets this deeply content, sleepy look on his face.

You’ll wake up and your coffee is already made exactly how you like it. He notices your favorite snack is running low and just appears with a new bag. Your car gets a full tank of gas before you even realize it’s low. He never makes a big deal about it, just does it quietly.

He has this thing where he’ll just lift you. Not in a dramatic way. You’re standing at the kitchen counter and he needs to get something from the cabinet behind you. Instead of asking you to move, his hands go to your waist and he gently, firmly lifts you about six inches to the side, sets you down, gets his thing, and then pulls you back against his chest. It’s so casual it makes your brain short-circuit.

He gets stupidly, adorably pouty when he’s tired or has had a long day. He’ll just slump onto the bed or couch next to you, put his head in your lap, and sigh dramatically. If you don’t immediately start carding your fingers through his hair, he’ll nudge your hand with his head.

He’s a massive spoiler. Sees a sweater you looked at online? It’s delivered two days later. Mentions a book you wanted to read? It’s on the nightstand. He sees a beautiful necklace on his way to your house? He will get it for you with your favorite flowers. He gets genuine joy from the way your face lights up, kissing his cheek so softly, he’ll try to hide his smile by looking away.

He’ll call you just to hear your voice. It’ll be a random Tuesday afternoon.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

“Just at the grocery store.”

“Okay. Buy the good strawberries. I’ll see you tonight.”

And then he just hangs up. It was literally just a check-in.

He has zero ability to say no to you. You could call him at 3am and whisper “I need you” and he’d already be pulling on his jeans, no questions asked. You could ask for something utterly ridiculous and he’d just nod slowly and say, “Alright. Let me figure out how.”

He’s not big on grandiose public displays, but his hand is always, always on the small of your back, or holding your hand when you’re walking together. Guiding you, keeping you close. He needs to feel u all the time.

When he’s feeling soft, it’ s all about being taken care of. He’ll lay his head in your lap and ask you to feed him bites of fruit. He’ll let you wash his hair in the shower, leaning back into your hands with his eyes closed, completely pliant. He needs the comfort of your full attention on him.

He has a specific, sleepy smile that only appears right as he’s drifting off with you in his arms. It’s barely there, just a slight upturn of his lips, and it’s the most peaceful thing you’ve ever seen.

He gets subtly, quietly jealous. Not in an angry way, but if you’re talking to someone else for too long, you’ll feel him come up behind you, his arms sliding around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. He won’t say anything, just inserts himself into your space until the other person gets the hint and leaves.

If you’re upset or crying, he doesn’t always have the right words. Instead, he’ll pull you into the shower with him. The hot water, the steam, his solid body holding you up. He’ll just wash you, slowly and meticulously, shampooing your hair, letting the water wash everything else away. It’s his reset button for both of you. ㅤ♡ྀི

NSFW

His absolute favorite way to start the day is waking you up with his head between your thighs. Gently parting your legs in the soft morning light and going down on you until you're a trembling, gasping mess before you've even had coffee. He loves the taste of you mixed with sleep.

Yoongi loves eating you out, hes trained for this. He will take u in any position— on his knees, sitting on his face, from behind— he will eat it, just pls tell him.

He has a thing for watching you come on his cock, then pulling out immediately after and finishing all over your stomach or tits. He likes to think of it as a territory marking. and he'll do it with this possessive, dizzy look in his eyes, moaning your name as he stripes your skin with his cum.

He loves it when you're messy. If you're on top and you ride him hard, he'll grip your hips and growl, “That's it, make a mess for me. Get your pretty pussy all messy on my dick.” He gets off on the visual and the slick, wet sounds.

Praise is filthy in his mouth. It's never just “you're pretty.” It's “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you? Perfect little thing.” He says it right against your ear, voice gravelly and low.

But he flips to degradation so smoothly it makes your head spin. One moment it's “good girl” the next, his hand is tight in your hair, pulling just enough to sting as he thrusts up into you. “Just a greedy little thing, aren't you? Can't get enough. You'd take it all day, wouldn't you? My used-up girl.”

He's a big fan of overstimulation. When you're oversensitive and shaking after coming, he won't stop. He'll hold you down, pinning your hips, and keep thrusting, whispering, “One more, come on. I know you can give me one more. Squeeze my cock again with that tight little cunt.”

He loves making you say what you want in the dirtiest terms. He'll have you pinned, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit, and he'll ask, “What does my girl need? Use your words.” And if you mumble it, he'll stop. “Louder. Tell me you need my cock in your slutty little pussy.”

He has a praise kink for himself too, but only from you. When he's feeling subby and needy, he'll lay his forehead on yours and guide your hand to his cheek. “Tell me Im doing good,” he'll whine, moving his hips so slowly into your wet pussy. And you'll stroke his cheek and whisper all the filthy things hes doing to you, praising him for how hard hes fucking you, how deep hes going inside of you. He comes hard just from hearing it, his thrusts loses rhythm, whimpering mess.

He has a thing for your underwear. He'll pick out what he wants you to wear, the laciest, most delicate things, just so he can tear them off you later. Or sometimes he'll just push them aside instead, fucking you through the fabric until it's soaked.

The ultimate for him is when you're so fucked-out you can't move, and he has to take care of you. He'll bring you water, feed you bits of food, and tuck the blankets around you, all while wearing that soft, sleepy smile. You're his beautiful, well-used mess.

He gets a thrill from you using him for your pleasure. On days when he's more submissive, he'll tell you, “Just ride me, use my cock until you're satisfied. Don't worry about me.” And he'll lie there, hands gripping the sheets tight, watching you take what you need from him, which in turn drives him wild.

Yoongi has a borderline obsession with u calling him by his name. He needs u to say Yoongi, If you're being quiet, he'll slow his thrusts to an agonizing grind, his forehead against yours, and rasp, “Say it. I need to hear it.” And when you finally break, whimpering his name, it unleashes something feral in him. His rhythm turns punishing, his grip bruising, his eyes black with a possessive high. “Again,” he demands, voice shredded. “Louder. Let the whole neighborhood know who's fucking you this good.” He'll fuck you through your climax, chanting “Say my name, keep moaning my name” until you're sobbing it, a broken mantra against his hot mouth. But it's the quiet times that really gets him—your sleepy morning mumble or a soft sigh during a cuddle—that makes his chest feel tight. He collects every time you say it. To him, from your lips, it's proof he's yours. ㅤ♡ྀི

A/N: this is an apology for not posting in a while lmfao, i wanted to post sfw and nsfw in same post bcuz hes just so gentle and hot, I couldn’t just show his filthy side.

Hope yall enjoyed!!

🏷️: @muniing @fikrij

[luvmingis]

clingy switch!yoon could fix me

[dallyna]

9PM thoughts

Has anyone else noticed how often Yunho absentmindedly reaches up to touch his own neck during lives? Maybe it's just another excuse to show off those beautiful hands we're all obsessed with... but I can't help believing it's because his neck is incredibly sensitive.

Just imagine, after a long, exhausting day, you're curled up in his lap, straddling his hips as you melt into his embrace. Your arms are wrapped loosely around his shoulders, your face tucked into the warmth of his neck while he gently rubs slow, comforting circles over your back. The room is quiet, neither of you saying much, just enjoying the comfort of being close.

Without really thinking about it, you press the softest little kiss against the side of his neck.

For a split second, everything stills.

His hand pauses where it had been lazily stroking your back, his shoulders tensing ever so slightly beneath your touch. It's subtle enough that you almost miss it.

Completely oblivious to what you've just done, you smile to yourself and place another lingering kiss against the same spot, softer this time.

That's when you notice.

His fingers instinctively tighten around you, holding you a little closer as a quiet breath catches in his throat. His head tips back just enough, his body giving the faintest arch, like he's trying so hard not to react to something as innocent as a kiss. The expression on his face shifts for only a heartbeat, before he quickly composes himself, but the flush slowly creeping up the side of his neck gives him away.

As though drawn by an irresistible pull, your lips find his neck again, brushing feather-light kisses along the warm stretch of skin. Each delicate touch earns the faintest hitch in his breathing, subtle little reactions he doesn't even seem aware he's giving. Beneath your lips, you can feel the steady rhythm of his pulse gradually quicken, betraying the composure he's trying so hard to maintain.

Encouraged by the way he responds, your kisses linger a little longer, becoming slower, more deliberate. Soft pecks melt into lingering, open-mouthed kisses, your lips savoring the warmth of his skin as you trace an unhurried path from the curve of his jaw toward the hollow of his throat. Every now and then, your teeth graze his skin in the gentlest of nips, before your lips soothe the spot again, leaving behind nothing more than lingering warmth.

Without realizing it, he tips his head ever so slightly, exposing more of his neck as if his body is instinctively guiding you closer. His fingers tighten around your waist, drawing you against him while his breathing grows uneven, each quiet exhale warmer than the last.

A soft gasp slips past his lips when you happen upon a particularly sensitive spot just below his jaw. His shoulders tense for the briefest moment before relaxing again, melting beneath your touch despite himself. He lets out a quiet, breathy sound that he immediately tries to swallow, cheeks flushing as though embarrassed by how effortlessly you're undoing his carefully guarded composure.

Lost in a haze of sensation, he surrenders to your ministrations, his body melting against yours. Each nip and suck sends jolts of pleasure racing through his veins, stoking the fire building in his core. His breathing grows ragged, coming in short pants as he fights to keep himself grounded.

One large hand comes up to tangle in your hair, not pushing you away but rather anchoring himself to you. His other arm wraps around your waist possessively, holding you flush against him. You can feel every hard plane of his body pressed against the soft curves of your own.

Your lips curve into a wicked smile against his flesh. Emboldened by his responsiveness, you redouble your efforts. Nipping sharply at his pulse point, you soothe the sting with a long, slow lick.

As you continue your sensual assault on his neck, you feel a growing hardness pressing insistently against your inner thigh. His arousal becomes impossible to ignore as it strains against the confines of his sweatpants, the heat of him searing your skin even through the thin fabric.

A guttural groan tears from his throat as your lips find a particularly sensitive spot. His hips twitch upwards involuntarily, seeking friction. The hand in your hair tightens, tugging lightly as he loses himself to the pleasure you're inflicting.

"Baby..." He rasps, the term of endearment falling from his lips like a prayer and a plea all at once. His voice is rough with need, barely recognizable. The sound of it sends a thrill down your spine, spurring you on.

You shift your hips deliberately, grinding down against the prominent bulge.

A high, needy whimper escapes him as you grind against his straining erection. The sound is muffled against the top of your head, his face buried in your hair as he tries desperately to maintain some semblance of control. But with each roll of your hips, each drag of your lips across his fevered skin, that control slips further and further away.

His grip on your waist tightens almost painfully, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh of your hips. The hand fisted in your hair loosens, sliding down to map the curve of your spine, before settling at the small of your back. He holds you impossibly closer, eliminating any space between your bodies.

"Please..." He gasps, the word torn from him on a shuddering exhale. Whether he's begging for more or pleading for mercy, you're not sure. Perhaps both.

I need to ride this man or I'm gonna go insane...

[luvmingis]

sub yunho would heal me

[joyfulcadence]

Mommy (Y.S)

♡ — Pairing: Mommy! Yeosang x Fem!Reader ♡ — Synopsis: A nsfw cute drabble with Mommy!Yeosang ♡ —Rating: Smut, 18+ (Minors DNI!) ♡ — Word Count: 0.6k words ♡ —Content warning: Mommy!Kink Yeosang (NOT AGEPLAY/AGE REGRESS), Yeo refers to himself with she/her but author uses he/him for him!, Soft Dom! Yeosang, Sub!Reader, Body worship, unprotected sex, (pls use condoms in this economy), lots of praise, slight subspace mention, marking, hickies, soft sex, BIG DICK YEOSANG... yeah, it's not explictly mentioned but there is dollification here, so much possessiveness, slight degradtion, dumbification, multiple orgasm hinted at ♡ — a/n: I am not fucking explaining this one lmao

His touch is electric. Soft fingertips barely grazing your skin, just enough to leave goosebumps in their wake. He knows exactly what to do to make you putty; he knows exactly how to make you whimper and beg for him. His teeth graze your soft neck, not quite biting, but letting you know, reminding you, where you are.

“Mommy…” You’d mewl, and it’s like pure ecstasy courses through Yeosang’s body. Kisses planted all over your neck, each one a silent vow of his. A vow that you’re utterly his. That no one could make you feel nearly as good as he could.

“Such a good, good angel.” Praise is like second-hand nature to Yeosang, the perfect second language for him. How could he not? Especially when you’re being so, so good for him, trying to stay quiet. He can see the way your lips are swollen, little indents from biting too hard. It just stirs him on further, watching you be so good for him.

Lips to your neck, he sucks on your smooth skin, not too hard, but enough to leave a mark. He practically drowns in it, watching your skin be littered with his hickies. His marks. Mine.

Those teasing fingertips finally snake closer and closer to your aching core, but not quite giving what you need. Yeosang smiles to himself as those soft, needy whines get muffled again, your body twitching against him.

“What does my baby need?” His voice is a low hum, fingers gently tapping against your pelvic bone. He only chuckles as you stammer, your brain having become like pure putty in his grasp. His dumb little baby. “Come on, my love. Use your words.” Yeosang leans in close to your ears, making sure that you fully understand you were not going to whine out of it.

“Please… Please fuck me, Mommy.” You managed to whisper out, your face flushing the cutest color of red.

"But of course. Anything for my baby."

Cock pressed right against your sweet aching hole, he pumps himself a few times before finally sliding in, a soft shuddered sigh leaving his lips as your velvetly immediately hug and clench his thick length. He hums to himself as he watches you practically stumble into your subspace, eyes glossy, moaning and whimpering like the sweetest thing.

"Don't you worry your sweet little head." Yeosang smiles as he rolls his hips, thrusting deep inside you. "Mommy's going to make her baby feel soooo good." Your cries are loud and desperate, and Yeosang has to lean down to kiss you to muffle your noises.

"That's right, let everyone know that you belong to Mommy." He moans between your lips, thrusting at a pace that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, the thick tip hitting that perfect spot every time.

Yeosang pulls away, and with his free hand, he grips your chin, squishing your cheeks just enough to force a pout.

"Who do you belong to?" He smirks, watching your dumb self try to form a coherent thought.

"You...' You hiccuped slightly, the pleasure felt so overwhelming it was making tears of pure bliss form. "I-I belong to... to Mommy!" You gasped out at a particular hard thrust, more moans filling the room.

"That's right, my baby is so smart." Yeosang smiles, softly moaning between thrusts. His fingers let go of your face and, with careful precision, rub over your sensitive clit. "She belongs to Mommy, and just Mommy." He whispers against your ear, taking in the sight of your intense orgasm, the way you cried out 'Mommy' so pitifully, your legs trembling and shaking desperately.

With a few sloppy thrusts, Yeosang lets out a guttural moan as he spills his cum deep inside you, each thrust making a milky white ring around the base.

Yeosang pants softly, his fingers gently rubbing your hips to soothe you back into reality.

"...Mommy always takes such good care of her baby, doesn't she?" Yeosang smiles as you weakly nod a yes. "That's my good girl." He presses a kiss to your cheek. "Now, cum again. For Mommy."

[luvmingis]

this rewired my brain lowkey

[imfinaljjongho]

pretty girl

𐙚 sub!hongjoong x fem!reader ⁠♡ teasing your boyfriend hongjoong in his new skirt! 𖦹 wc 2.4k 18+ mdni. cw edging, toys, overstim, slight degradation, begging, filming. ᯓ★notes: first post !!... first time writing for ateez ꒰๑>◡<๑꒱ i have a lot of ideas/wips bouncing around in my head, just happy to be here! pls lmk if you like it <3

“you look so good for me like this, joongie,” you say, pushing him softly onto the couch. he watches you with his large brown eyes, blown full of lust as he sinks below you. “just such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” 

hongjoong whines. you can see him bite the inside of his lip, fumbling with his white vest. you strip it off of him, quickly working on the pink plaid overshit as well. “i asked you a question, baby,” your hand rests on his chin, tilting his head up to look at you. he looks so small when he subbing like this. 

“y-yes,” he stutters. “you’re pretty girl.” 

he’s in nothing but his white pants now, and of course, the skirt. the outline of his half hard cock was imprinted on the fabric. “i think we have to get these silly pants off you now, joong.” his hands work quickly to loosen himself, sliding the pants down to his ankles. you force him to keep eye contact with you, even when your hand slips to start circling his nipple. 

lifting his skirt up, hongjoong was fully hard now, already leaking precum. “oh sweetheart. is this all for me?” you teased him, lowering yourself to kiss the tip of his cock. your hands rested on his thighs, finger tips tracing where the fabric of the skirt met his skin. 

“don’t tease me, please,” he whines. his head falls back, eyes rolling in the back of his head when you slip your mouth over him. taking him in his mouth, setting up a rhythm, soon you have the majority of his length ledged down your throat. “i’m not going to last that long, darling, if you keep that up” you can hear his pathetic whimpers. 

as quickly as you started, you stop. hongjoong’s long, high pitched whine of protest echoes into your core. “not yet, my pretty. you’re going to have to earn it.” 

standing up, hongjoong reaches out to grab your wrists. he wants to follow you as you walk away to the dresser, but his aching cock keeps him gravitated. you immediately return to him, and hongjoong’s heart drops when he sees the blindfold in your hands. 

“i want to see you,” he tries to protest weakly, to no avail. you love using one his silk ties as a blindfold, using his own wardrobe against him. securing the back of the blindfold around his head, you then grab his wrists. “my love, please-” 

“i’ll gag you next if you keep objecting, joongie,” you stop him. he sighs pathetically. you bound his wrists with another one of his ties, keeping his hands restricted above his needy cock. you left the tie loose, enough for him to get out, knowing he would have to keep his self control or be punished for escaping. 

you stop to admire him. your boyfriend, leader and captain, restrained and manspread on the couch with nothing but his pretty skirt and aching dick. another small evil idea comes to you. kissing his forehead, you reach to take the cute pink bow in his hair out. kissing down his length, you take the pink bow and slip it over the base of his cock. it sits gently, the cute pink color contrasting with his swollen red length. 

your pretty hongjoongie, dressed up and waiting for you. 

“baby, b-baby, please touch me,” hongjoong almost begs. “need you so bad, mommy.”

“behave joongie, or i’ll leave you here even longer.” you can’t hide your smirk pulling out your phone, silently taking a photo of him like this, leaking and desperate. “or should i facetime one of your members and see who answers?” 

hongjoong’s cock twitches again at your words, and you start to almost take pity on him. 

you let your finger trail down his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin as he gasped for breath, unable to predict your next move. incoherent whimpers tumbled out of his mouth, then a desperate moan when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him once, then twice, drawing out his torture. 

you enjoyed the way his cock twitched in your hands as you worked on him. you took turns with your mouth, taking him inside you while massaging his shaft. sometimes you’d even play with the little bow, wishing it had bells so he could hear how desperate he was every time he thrusted up, into nothing. 

“do you like it, joong? do you feel good?” you pull some of the fabric down from his skirt, making it lightly trace over the head of his cock. you then cutely adjust the bow, leaving ghost touches along his length. it drives him crazy, the light sensory touches, by the way he’s gnawing on the inside of his cheek to keep from whining again while his entire torso quivers. 

“you’re such a good boy, being all needy in your little skirt. such a cute toy for me, aren’t you?”

he choked over his own voice, unable to get the words out fast enough. “please, baby, i w— i want you so bad. need you so bad. need to be inside you,” he swallowed, voice shaking. “want, need, to come-”

“begging without having to ask. you must really be desperate, huh?” you fake the pity in your voice. if roles were reversed, he’d be taking the same sick pleasure. 

you watched his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he felt you shift so that you were straddling him, holding his dick mere inches away from where he wanted you. he could feel your heat, so close but still too far away, and he whined when he felt you brushing his tip against the outside of your wet folds.

“you were saying?” you asked him, evil dripping from your voice.

hongjoong let out another frustrated groan, before he continued his pleas. “fucking need you, baby. please, please — want to feel that tight little cunt. I’ve been so good for you mommy, please-”

“you’re so cute when you beg,” you said, just before you settled onto his cock, sinking onto him with a sigh.

his whines were so breathy, desperate as you felt him twitch at the feeling of your heat wrapped so tightly around him. your mouth fell open, too, at the way he stretched you, filled you so completely it was like he was made for you. 

“fuck,” he gasped. “baby, please move.”

though you were thoroughly enjoying yourself returning the favor for his countless hours of teasing, you couldn’t deny the unrelenting throb of your cunt, dripping onto him. you rose on your hips to sink down on him suddenly, the breath sucked out of your lungs once again.

hongjoong’s jaw clenched tightly as you began to bounce. you kept your rhythm consistent, watching the jump in his neck as you drove yourself to pleasure. your legs began to burn, heart pounding in your chest, and without thinking you took off the blindfold around his head. you wanted to see him, see how desperate he had become.  

hongjoong smiled down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and blown pupils, drinking in the moans you offered. you felt like heaven, rocking yourself in his aching cock, he couldn’t stop himself from yanking the other tie around his wrists and freeing himself. 

he gripped your thigh, hitching it over his hip before he was quickly lining himself back up with your slit, slipping in without much warning. after the agony of teasing, he was finally getting somewhere. 

you gasped, air frozen in your chest as he began to move in you, his hand returning to link fingers with yours. his hips rolled slowly but with steady precision, patiently working your release. his thrusts were steady, making each one stronger than the last, filling you up completely. 

pressing his forehead to yours, hongjoong’s breath was hot against your face with each thrust, clenching tightly around him. your hands clutched onto his shoulders, gripping tightly as you felt the build up of your climax climbing higher. his hands pressed against your back, holding your figure as close as you could be to him. 

the sudden realization of his hands on you froze you in place. well, you guessed he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself. but your pretty girl had to be punished now. 

it was torture, being so close to your release, and forcing yourself to climb off him. the pure confusion turning into desperation in hongjoong’s eyes was intoxicating. he was afraid something was wrong at first, but then he saw the tie that was supposed to be around his wrists on the floor. his backpedaling panic started at once. 

“i-i- couldn’t help it, baby,” joongie sounded pathetic. “needed to touch you, feel you so badly.” his poor neglected cock, brought to the edge twice, but not allowed to come. you were silent as you turned back to the dresser, rummaging around for what you had in mind for his punishment. when you turned around and saw what you held in your hands, joong almost wanted to cry. “please, i’ll be good, i’ll be, mommy’s pretty thing-” 

“you were being such a good boy,” you sat down in front of his lap. “now i’ll have to make my pretty girl come with this embarrassing toy instead of my pussy,” you were starting to master the fake pity in your voice. 

his cock twitching again, his lips trembling as well. if you didn’t know better, he almost could have cried. hongjoong’s thighs starting to shake as you lowered the fleshlight on top of him. with slow, agonizing motions, you worked it on him. you hardly moved it on him, wanting the slowest teasing possible. 

everytime he thrusted, or tried to get any friction you lifted the fleshlight off him with a pop, and started the process all over again. you couldn’t remember the last time you saw his cock so neglected, so edged and ruined. everytime you pulled the fleshlight off him, you adjusted the bow at the base of his cock, using your fingers to trail up his length after. 

“should i let you come now, joongie?” you sweetly teased, kissing the inside of his thigh. “being treated like a little fucktoy, with your pretty little skirt and bow?” 

pout and pathetic eyes, he looked at you. he was so fucked out, he couldn’t form the words at first. “p-p-please, baby, i-i need,” a single tear rolled down his cheek from the sheer desperation. 

“need what? use your words, baby,” you replied. you placed the fleshlight in hongjoong’s hand, him taking the toy in his grasp. “are you just a pathetic pretty girl who needs to come?” 

“yes,” hongjoong squeaked. 

“say it.” 

“i’m just a pathetic pretty girl who needs to come.” 

hongjoong looked up at you, eyes soft and glassy while his lower lip trembled. he felt a jolt rush through him, when he saw your phone angled at him in the tripod. how long had that been there? he couldn’t think about it, the way his breathing intensified when you looked at him and smirked. 

he followed your glance, realizing you were signaling to him to use the fleshlight in his hand. hongjoong wanted your pussy so bad, not the toy, but he knew if he protested again he could end up with nothing. 

keeping his eyes locked on you, he brought the toy down over his shaft. he tried to be gentle, so he didn’t come in 6 seconds, but then he saw you spreading your legs. you sat on the floor in front of him, spread wide, circling your swollen clit. the sight of your pink pussy and the toy walls filling his cock made his climax rapidly approach. 

“i’m gonna come,” hongjoong whined. “please, please, let me-” 

your own climax was building in your core now, realzing how aroused you’d become edging and ruining hongjoong. “come for me, joongie,” you breathed. “i’m not far behind.”

a couple more thrusts into the toy, it wasn’t long hongjoong finally was allowed to reach his climax. his legs shaking, cock throbbing, he let out a string of high pitched and strained whines. thick ropes of white cum shooting out of his head, his climax exploed all over himself and the skirt he was still wearing. his cum even trailed down his shaft, staining the cute pink bow. 

you came shortly after that, watching your hongjoong so fucked out. his whines with the mess he had made put you over the edge, your own noises and trembles as you came on your fingers. 

hongjoong was still for a few moments, trying to collect himself after the rush. you grabbed his hand, and used your other hand to caress his face. “you did so good, hongjoong,” you said, kissing him all over his face. “i love you so much.” 

“mmmmmhm,” hongjoong stuttered when you pulled his lips off him. “i love you more.” his hands trailed down your arm as you brought a towel to him, helping to clean him off. “that was… wow.” 

you giggled. “i love you, joongie.” 

“you just said that, but i like hearing it again,” he pulled you down so you were sitting on his lap. his long arm wrapped around your figure, holding you against his body in a hug. “you know, that was mean, not letting me come inside of you-” 

“it’s okay, joongie,” you sweetly kissed his cheek. “i don’t think we are done here, anyways.” 

“we?” 

seonghwa leaned against the door frame, holding his phone. he was half hard, palming his erection in his sweats. hongjoong looked at the tripod, then hwa’s phone, with the facetime call still connected. 

“oh, you brat,” joong gasped. but then his eyes sparkled, plans of a quick revenge already forming. 

“i’ll say,” seonghwa licked his lips. “i think it’s time we take that skirt off and put it on our other pretty girl,” he motioned to joong, who quickly pinned your hands down. 

you tried to stand up, but hongjoong had you pinned down against him as seonghwa started to approach you, picking up a conveniently dropped silk tie from the ground. 

hongjoong was already pulling up the skirt up your legs, seonghwa spreading your legs apart. hongjoong was whispering in your ear, his cock already swelling beneath you. “let’s see how much you can take now, my pretty girl. but you know i don’t play as nice.” 

[luvmingis]

sub!joong save me… save me sub!joong…

[nctzenhwa]

after the fall | spiderman!yunho x reader

the archives

tags: short! yunho is needy, fluffy, blood mention, angst/hurt if u squint really hard, creampie, marking, implied aftercare, not proofread

i need to write more spideryunho where its the focal point of the fic but last time i did that it flopped AND there was sex in it.... sadness

you sit on the couch in your quiet apartment, the new york city lights flickering through the blinds when you hear the window creak open.

yunho slips inside discreetly, his suit torn at the edges as he pulls off his mask, clutching it in one gloved hand. his chest is heaving, hair dampened with sweat and blood, and his eyes find you, widening immediately.

he crosses the room in three strides, and you start to stand, your mouth opening with questions, which causes him to shake his head sharply.

yunho sinks onto the couch beside you, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. he pulls you to straddle his lap, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

his suit is cold against your skin and you can feel his heart hammering against your ribs as his legs tighten under yours, one thigh pressing between your thighs.

"yunho.." you whisper, making him tighten his hold, fingers digging into your back as his breath grows uneven against your throat.

he keeps you tucked against him for what feels like hours, the room growing darker as the sun sets fully.

you run your fingers through his messy hair, tracing the line of his jaw, making him shudder under your touch. you tilt your head to kiss his temple, and yunho turns just enough to capture your mouth instead. his tongue slides against yours as his hands roam your body, sliding under your shirt to press his palms against your back.

his thigh presses harder between your legs, causing you to rock against him instinctively, pulling a groan from his throat.

"need you," he murmurs, hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you to straddle him properly. the bulge in his suit presses against you and you grind against him slowly, drawing another groan from him.

yunho peels your shirt off carefully, his lips kissing a path down your neck, across your chest and sucking one nipple gently until your back arches into him.

he pulls away from you for a second, tugging his gloves off with his teeth before returning his hands to your hips, dipping lower to push your shorts aside.

you help him shrug the rest of the suit down his hips, freeing his cock, which is dark at the tip and leaking steadily. a hiss falls from his teeth as you wrap your hand around him, stroking him slowly and circling your thumb on the underside of the head. his head falls back against the couch cushions, eyes fluttering shut.

"please," yunho breathes, guiding you to sink down onto him slowly, both of you gasping at the stretch. your hips meet his and you stay seated, feeling him pulse inside you steadily as yunho wraps his arms around you, keeping you chest to chest.

you start to roll your hips slowly as yunho guides you, thumbs pressing into the soft skin of your ass to help you ride him, every stroke dragging against that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

yunho sits up straighter, mouth latching onto your neck as his hips buck up to meet yours, the couch creaking under you both.

"so fucking warm.. feels like home-" yunho pants into your ear as he fucks up into you harder, one hand slipping between the two of you to rub your clit.

you cum first, crying out his name as you clench around him, and it's enough to push him over the edge, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural moan.

after calming down, he carries you to bed while still buried inside, refusing to be away from you for even a second. he settles onto the bed with you, one hand stroking slow circles on your back while the other cups the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

"my baby," he whispers, pressing featherlight kisses along your shoulder, "you're okay.. we're okay.." he murmurs as he reaches for the blanket, pulling over your tangled bodies.

[luvmingis]

this made my brain go brrr

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

mdni ⋆˚✿🌸𐙚⋆˚ clit overstimulation

yeosang loves your clit. loves licking and sucking on it. loves to toy with it while watching tv. loves to make you squirm by brushing his fingers over it after you've just cum. he especially loves when he's got your legs trapped in a spreader bar and he can do whatever he wants to you — to it. saying, "look at her, so swollen and puffy, so cute," while you shake and cry from the overwhelming pleasure.

he used his fingers first, twirling a perfect circle until you came for the first time. then, his mouth; sucking harsh and ruthless until you came again. now, a vibrator. pressed firm against the overworked bundle of nerves and circling just fast enough to make you drip on the bed. "keep cumming for me."

you babble some nonsense, something about how you can't take anymore. but he simply ignores you, because "please sangie, i can't cum again" isn't your safe word — and your body betrays your protests anyway. cumming for yeosang is easy when he's got you spread wide and unable to squirm away while he simultaneously worships and tortures your poor clit.

by the end of it all, your clit is literally buzzing, your limbs shaky and trembling as he removes your bindings and lets them fall like jelly. he crawls over you, knuckles brushing your clit light as a feather. his satisfied, cocky smile takes over as you finally mutter your safe words in a sob, your body so hot that he can feel the heat radiating off you as he presses his forehead to yours.

he rubs his hands up your sides softly, all the way past your breast and up to your heated face where he wipes your tears with his thumbs, cooing gently and praising how well you'd taken the hours of clit torture. it's not the first time he's made your clit buzz — and it certainly won't be the last.

[luvmingis]

mmf yummy

[strawberryscribe]

brat ────୨ৎ──── j. yunho x fem reader

warnings: brat tamer!yunho, dominant!yunho, orgasm denial, spanking, reader is called a slut once, established relationship wc: 2460 authors note: my first time writing brat taming and punishment

You had been pushing him for nearly an hour. Not in the playful, teasing way that usually earned an exasperated sigh or a warning look. Nope. Tonight, you were being genuinely insufferable.

Every request Yunho made was met with a contradiction, every question received a smart remark, and every warning was met with a grin.

And somehow, instead of realizing you should stop, you kept escalating. Part of you wanted the reaction, wanted to see where his limit was. You wanted to know what would happen when Yunho finally stopped being patient.

The answer, it turned out, was not pleasant.

"You have five seconds."

You lounged across the couch, wrapped in his oversized black hoodie. "No."

Yunho stared. You smiled.

That’s when he began to count.

"One."

You giggled.

He stepped closer. "Two."

You smiled up at him, projecting the perfect picture of innocence.

"Three."

You sat up slightly. "Your counting is really unimpressive."

His eyes narrowed. "Four."

You giggled again.

"Five." His jaw tightened.

You smiled sweetly, and this smile had absolutely no innocence behind it.

His expression hardened. "What exactly is your goal here?"

You shrugged, grinning. "No goal."

That was a mistake. A very big mistake because Yunho's patience finally snapped, and he became very, very calm. The kind of calm that made your confidence evaporate.

Slowly, he set down his phone, then he started walking toward you. He stopped directly in front of the couch. Close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look at him.

"Yunho?" you questioned.

"Get up." The command was simple. Firm, but not loud.

You immediately crossed your arms. "No."

His stare sharpened before he started to move. “Fine.”

The word had barely left his mouth before strong arms slid beneath you.

You yelped. "Yunho!"

One second you were sitting comfortably on the couch, the next you were being carried in his arms.

"What are you doing?!"

"You clearly can't behave."

Your eyes widened as Yunho adjusted his grip on you without difficulty.

"You wanted attention, you got it."

"Put me down."

"No." His answer was immediate and absolute.

You squirmed, and the movement earned a look that stopped you cold; because Yunho looked genuinely irritated.

"You've spent the last hour ignoring every warning I've given you." His voice remained calm, which somehow made it worse. "Now you're surprised there are consequences?"

You opened your mouth to retort but quickly closed it.

Yunho nodded once. As if that proved his point. "I thought so."

The walk down the hallway felt much longer than usual. Mostly because you were becoming increasingly aware that you might actually be in trouble. Not playful trouble. Real trouble. The kind that came after you'd pushed too far.

---

The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sex, light from the lamp casting long shadows over the rumpled sheets. Now, on all fours, your body trembled under his control, ass up and face pressed into the pillow as he positioned himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips like vices, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you exactly where he wanted.

Yunho's cock, thick and rigid, nudged against your entrance, slick from your earlier arousal. You'd been dripping for him, but he'd made you wait, drawing out the foreplay with slow, deliberate touches—his fingers tracing your spine, lips sucking marks into your inner thighs, tongue lapping at your clit until you were whimpering. But now, with you braced like this, he wasn't in a forgiving mood.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice low and edged with authority as he thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying his cock deep inside your pussy. The stretch burned deliciously, filling you completely, and you gasped, pushing back instinctively. His grip tightened, halting your movement. “Such a bad girl, aren't you? Acting like a little brat all night, thinking you could get away with it.”

He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in, the force jolting your body forward. You moaned, the pleasure spiking sharp and hot, your walls clenching around him.

Yunho set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against your ass with each drive, his cock dragging along your inner walls. His hands never left your hips, thumbs pressing bruises into your skin as he controlled every inch of your motion, pulling you back onto him harder, deeper.

“You've been teasing me, pushing my limits,” he continued, his tone chastising, breath hot against your ear as he leaned over you slightly, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. He tugged your head back, forcing you to arch more, exposing your neck. “Bad girls don't get to cum easy. They have to earn it. And you? You've been nothing but trouble.”

Each word punctuated a thrust, his pace relentless, the wet sounds of his cock pounding into your soaked pussy filling the room. Heat coiled tight in your belly, building fast under the onslaught—your clit throbbing, untouched but aching. You whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets, trying to rock back to chase the edge, but Yunho's hold kept you pinned, dictating the speed, the depth.

“Please,” you breathed, voice breaking as the pressure mounted, your thighs quivering. “I'm close—"

He laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he straightened, both hands clamping down on your hips again. He drove in harder, faster, the slap of skin echoing loudly. “Oh, no you don't. Not yet. Brats like you need to learn their place.” His cock throbbed inside you, stretching you wide with every plunge, but he angled his hips just enough to graze your g-spot without letting the rhythm tip you over.

Sweat slicked your skin, your breaths coming in ragged pants as the orgasm hovered, so near you could taste it. Your pussy fluttered around him, desperate, but Yunho felt it—the telltale tightening—and slowed deliberately, grinding deep instead of thrusting. “Feel that? You're not cumming until I say so. Bad girl, trying to take what's mine without permission.”

He picked up again, pounding with renewed force, his fingers bruising your hips as he yanked you back onto his length. The denial twisted the pleasure into something sharper, more intense, your body begging silently even as tears pricked your eyes from the frustration. “Fuck—please, I can't.”

“Shut up and take it,” he snapped, voice rough with dominance. “This is what happens when you act out. I fuck you senseless, make you beg, and still deny you. Maybe next time you'll behave.” His thrusts grew erratic, his own control fraying, but he held back your release with iron will, pulling out just as your walls spasmed, leaving you empty and aching.

You collapsed forward with a sob, body shaking, the denied climax leaving you raw and needy. Yunho's hand stroked your back soothingly for a moment, but his words remained firm. “Not done yet, baby. You'll get it when you've learned your lesson.”

But he wasn't finished toying with you. His cock, still hard and glistening with your juices, pressed against your thigh as he shifted, giving you a brief reprieve to catch your breath. The air felt cooler against your overheated skin, your pussy clenching around nothing, aching for him to fill it again. You glanced back over your shoulder, eyes pleading, but Yunho's gaze was stern, his lips curled in a smirk that promised more torment.

“On your back,” he ordered, voice like gravel. You obeyed, rolling over onto the rumpled sheets, your legs falling open instinctively. The dim light played across your body, highlighting the flush on your chest, the way your nipples pebbled in the air.

Yunho knelt between your thighs, his hands pushing your knees wider, exposing your dripping folds to his view. He traced a finger along your slit, collecting your wetness, and brought it to your lips. “Taste how desperate you are.”

You sucked his finger into your mouth, tongue swirling around it, the tangy flavor of your arousal flooding your senses. He watched you intently, his free hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly as he pulled his finger free with a pop. “Good girl. But don't think that's enough to earn mercy.”

He leaned down, his mouth capturing one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before sucking hard. You arched into him, a whine escaping your throat as sparks shot straight to your core. His tongue flicked over the peak, then he moved to the other, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand pinched and rolled the first. The dual assault had you writhing, your hips bucking up, seeking friction against his thigh pressed between your legs.

Yunho pulled back, chuckling at your frustration. “So needy. But remember, no cumming.”

He positioned himself again, the head of his cock teasing your entrance, sliding through your folds without entering. Up and down, coating himself in your slickness, bumping your clit with each pass. Your breath hitched, hands fisting the sheets as the pressure built anew, slower this time but no less insistent.

“Please,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “Fuck me. I need it.”

His eyes darkened, and he thrust in suddenly, bottoming out in one go. You cried out, the fullness overwhelming, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He didn't give you time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a brutal pace from the start. His hands pinned your wrists above your head, one large palm encircling both, holding you down as he rutted into you like a man possessed.

The bed creaked under the force, your body sliding up the sheets with each impact. His cock pistoned in and out, the veined length dragging against your sensitive spots, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You could feel every inch, the way he throbbed inside you, the slap of his balls against your ass. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your skin, mixing with yours as your bodies moved in sync—though it was all his control, his rhythm.

“Tell me you're sorry,” he demanded, leaning down to bite your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark. “For being a brat.”

“I'm sorry,” you gasped, the words tumbling out between moans. “I’m sorry—I'll be good.”

He rewarded you with a deep grind, circling his hips to rub against your g-spot. The sensation was electric, your toes curling, but he pulled away just as the coil tightened. “Liar. You love pushing me.” Another thrust, harder, his free hand sliding down to rub your clit roughly.

The touch was too much—direct, insistent circles that had your vision blurring. Your pussy clenched around him, the orgasm rushing up unbidden, unstoppable. “Yunho, I—oh god—"

You shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as your walls spasmed. Your juices gushed around him, soaking the sheets, your body convulsing in release. It was intense, blinding, every nerve firing as you screamed his name.

But Yunho didn't stop. He fucked you through it, his thrusts unrelenting, prolonging the high until it bordered on pain. When the tremors subsided, he pulled out abruptly, leaving you panting and spent. His expression was thunderous, eyes narrowed as he released your wrists.

“You came without permission,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “After I warned you.”

Fear and lingering arousal twisted in your gut. You sat up slightly, but he pushed you back down, flipping you onto your stomach with ease. “Ass up. Now.”

Trembling, you complied, knees digging into the mattress, presenting yourself to him. Your pussy still throbbed from the orgasm, sensitive and swollen, but the anticipation of punishment made your heart race. Yunho's hand caressed your ass cheeks, kneading the flesh almost gently before delivering the first smack.

The sting bloomed across your skin, sharp and hot, making you yelp. He didn't hold back, the flat of his palm connecting with force, leaving a red imprint. “That's for testing me all night.”  Another spank, on the other cheek, harder, the sound cracking through the room.

You gripped the pillow, biting into it to muffle your cries. Heat spread, your ass jiggling with each impact, the pain mingling with the ache in your core. “Yunho—"

“Quiet.” Smack. “This is for pushing my buttons.” His hand came down again, alternating sides, building a rhythm that had tears streaming down your face.

He paused after ten, rubbing the heated skin, his touch soothing yet possessive. “How many more, baby? Until you learn?”

“Please,” you sobbed, pushing back despite the burn. “I’m sorry.”

He hummed, not convinced, and resumed. Smack after smack, counting them out loud now—fourteen, fifteen—each one landing with precision, where it hurt most. Your ass was on fire, throbbing in time with your heartbeat, but beneath the pain, arousal pooled again, your pussy leaking onto your thighs.

By twenty, you were a mess, blubbering apologies, body limp. Yunho finally stopped, his hand tracing the welts, dipping lower to feel your wetness. “Look at you, soaked from punishment. Such a slut for it.”

He spread your cheeks, his thumb circling your tight hole before pressing in slightly, just enough to tease. You moaned, the intrusion new and overwhelming. “Maybe next time I'll fuck your ass as the real lesson.” But he withdrew, instead sliding his cock along your slit, coating himself anew.

“Now, be a good girl for me,” he murmured, though his voice strained. He entered you slowly this time, the stretch exquisite against your spanked skin. You whimpered at the fullness, the way his cock nudged your cervix. He rocked gently at first, letting you adjust, his hands soothing your back.

But gentleness didn't last. He built speed, fucking you deep and steady, the slaps of his hips against your raw ass adding to the sensation—pain and pleasure blurring. “You're mine,” he growled, one hand fisting your hair again, pulling your head back. “Say it.”

“Yours,' you panted, pushing back to meet him. “I’m all yours.”

His pace quickened, thrusts turning savage, his cock battering inside you. The friction was intense, your walls fluttering, but you held back this time, remembering the punishment. He reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in firm circles. “Now you can cum. With me.”

The command tipped you over. You shattered again, pussy clamping down as ecstasy ripped through you, stronger for the wait. Yunho groaned, burying deep and flooding you with hot cum, his release pulsing against your walls. He collapsed over you, both panting, his weight grounding you.

As the aftershocks faded, he kissed your shoulder, pulling out slowly. Cum leaked from you, mixing with your own juices on the sheets. He gathered you in his arms, stroking your hair. “Good girl. Lesson learned?”

You nodded, spent and sated, curling into him. “Yes, sir.”

[luvmingis]

oh my god this just changed my life

[yuyusbabygirl]

any yunho with those damn lace gloves drabble and my heart will be yours

lacy racy (18+)

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend's hands in those lace gloves

word count: 595

genre: smut, drabble

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI 18+, fingering

you were going crazy. slowly but surely. you got wet by just looking at your boyfriend's hands on any normal day but now? those lace gloves were a crime. a crime on you and your poor pussy.

you had been watching the stylists lay out the gloves for him and you swore you saw him smirk and look at you from the corner of his eyes, almost like he had known that he would be given these gloves and was waiting for your reaction.

real slick, jeong yunho

instead of giving him the desired reaction, you just picked up your book again and kept reading like you usually would when you accompanied him to shows.

it seemed to work for the most part. you almost caved when he put them on and deliberately flexed his hands but you were resolved to stay strong and not give him the satisfaction.

but all bets were off when he came back after his performance. seeing him perform, all confident and talented plus the gloves? you were goner.

so here you were, hidden in a supply closet, one of his gloved hands pressed over your mouth while his other hand snaked up your inner thigh, one gloved finger tugging your soaked underwear to the side. your hands were clutching at his shoulders, impatient whines slipping from your lips but he just ignored them, his fingers torturing you, slowly caressing your wet pussy but never giving you any real relief.

"hm? what's that? you want something then speak up," he teased you.

you tried to speak but his hand pressed down harder on your mouth.

"I can't hear you, baby," he cooed.

fucker

you tried to plead him with your eyes, shifting your hips impatiently. his index finger slowly circled your entrance, your juices soaking his lace glove.

"you want my fingers inside you? hm?" he whispered into your ear. you nodded frantically.

"ask me nicely," he ordered but didn't take his hand off your mouth.

you mumbled the words against his hand, looking at him with pleading eyes and hoped it was enough. you were rewarded with one gloved finger slowly being inserted into your pussy, the material of the lace rough against you but creating a delicious friction.

your eyes rolled back and you tried to pull him closer.

"so greedy," he chuckled and inserted a second finger, slowly stretching you. he began to pump his fingers in an out of you, making sure to curl his fingers upwards every time he sank them inside, his sure way of getting you to squirt.

your head lolled back against the wall and he immediately took advantage of your exposed neck, his teeth sinking into the spot just under your ear. his fingers sped up, determined to make you soak his hand right here in the supply closet. you could already feel that familiar pressure building up in your lower stomach. you tried to push at his hand, not wanting to squirt here but he just curled his fingers, continuing to bite at your neck.

it happened before you could even try to close your legs, soaking his gloved hand, your thighs and the floor. his fingers slowly pulled out of you, the lace from the glove sopping wet. he pulled his other hand from your mouth and held his wet fingers to your lips.

"clean it, baby," he demanded, already shoving his fingers into your mouth.

you sucked on his fingers, tasting yourself on the lace. you could see his satisfied smirk and you knew he definitely planned this.

[luvmingis]

this. just changed my life

[crimsonbubble]

saw ur reqs are open and wanted to slide this note to u😋 anything sub!yunho i beg… specifically him being down horrendous as a sub…

Say It Again

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, subby yunho, praise, creampie, implied overstimulation, dacryphilia, collar and leash, pet play *not proofread, just pure horny*

[clawing at the walls rn]

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He's trying. Dear lord, he is trying his absolute best.

But his cock twitches violently every time you tug on the leash around his neck. His hands are pawing at the sheets so desperately, restless as they tremble by his sides. Your no touching rule will be the death of him.

Tears well in his eyes as you stuff his cock into your dripping cunt. Your walls squeeze his cock so well, milking him of every drop he could possibly give you.

There's a significant mess along your thighs, thick and sticky as more of Yunho's cum leaks out of your hole. You tug on the leash again, making him jolt and whine. His eyes are lidded and unfocused, like he's manifesting all his willpower in being able to withstand the next orgasm tightening in his gut.

"C'mon now, give it to me, pup." Yunho can't stop the lewd whimpers that fell from his lips as he came again, coating your walls in white yet again.

"There it is. Who's my good boy?"

The whine Yunho lets out is pathetic as tears slip down his reddened cheeks. His hands are fisting the sheets, damn near ripping them as he tries to articulate any string of words.

"Me, 's me, hah, I'm your good boy."

[luvmingis]

this is what i’m talking abt😋

[gingersxng]

I’m sure, Yunho looks like this while lubing up his cock with saliva before he puts it in your sloppy cunt

[luvmingis]

need him in every way possible

[lucidwntrr]

송민기 ───〃 TAKE IT SLOW (PART 1)

mingi’s spins towards you, face burning brighter and a deeper shade of red. his voice is small when he responds. “i-i mean i’ve kissed before, but nothing beyond that…” he drops his head, whispering the last part. “like….like sexual things."

── synopsis: your shy, virgin bf mingi finally decides to let you give him a handjob!

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: inexperiencedbf!mingi x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 1.6k ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: kind of sub!mingi, virgin!mingi, praise, begging, lots of kissing and sucking, handjob teasing, premature cumming (he doesn’t last long), partial facial mingi is huge, lowkey corruption kink ⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: thinking of making this a series where mingi learns all the ways of feeling pleasure, leading up to sex.

you don’t often bring up sex or doing anything sexual with your boyfriend. you knew he was a virgin and things like that make him shy, often clearing his throat and changing the topic when brought up or even running away.

the most you would do together is make out, his fidgety hands never knowing where to rest. often taking it upon yourself to grab them and place them around your waist, on your hips.

even while kissing, he gets nervous and often asks, “am i doing good?” with the most pure look on his face. his eyes wide, lips red and slick with saliva, heavily breathing.

you remember the day you found out he was virgin, during an intense make-out session. while swirling your tongue against his, you drag a hand down his chest to his shorts and mingi jumped, eyes flying open as he gently nudges your hand away.

“what’s wrong baby?” you ask, looking at mingi who wasn’t looking at you and chewing on his bottom lip. his hands were twitching in his lap, and you wondered what was making him anxious.

“why are you fidgeting so much?” you teasingly ask when he doesn’t say anything. you drop your hand to his thigh, softly rubbing the expanse of exposed skin.

mingi gasps, startling you when he suddenly hops up from the couch. he turns away from you, mumbling something you couldn’t quite catch and kindly ask him to repeat himself.

he takes a deep breath, attempting to compose himself before stuttering out, “i-i’ve never done … that,”

“that being …?”

mingi spins towards you, face burning bright and a deep shade of red. his voice is small when he responds, “i-i mean i’ve kissed before, but nothing beyond that." he drops his head, whispering the last part “like….like sexual things.”

“so, you’re a virgin.” you bluntly state, making mingi sputter and look at you with wide eyes. you had the slightest inkling that maybe mingi wasn’t the most experienced, but him being a complete virgin honestly shocked you.

“y-yeah…” he admits shamefully, nodding his head and darting his eyes around to avoid eye contact with you.

you didn’t force him to do anything after his admission, instead comforting and reassuring him that being virgin was okay, which it was.

but, it was from that day on that you would nonstop think about fucking your boyfriend.

his innocence is such a turn on to you.

sweet, innocent mingi, who you can’t help but to constantly think about playing with. how cute he would look begging for you, his eyes shining with tears.

he could hardly handle a compliment from you or when you call him ‘baby’ in a tone that he claims is “troubling” to him. he would start stuttering over his words, shutting himself up by nibbling on his lip, face painted pink with embarrassment.

and of course you want him to take his time, do it whenever he’s ready to…but fuck- imagine how he would react to you doing what you fantasize about.

you hadn’t realize you were staring at him, deep in thought, from where he sat on the couch. he was engrossed in some tv show that you didn’t know the name of, but he would often talk to you about it.

his fluffy dark hair unkempt, strands sticking up in every direction. he squinted at the screen even though his glasses were resting on tip of his nose, and he just looks so soft in his pajamas.

you walk over to the couch and take a seat next to him. mingi briskly looking at you with a smile, an arm coming around to wrap around your shoulders, before tuning back into the show.

“mingi…” you uttered, sliding a hand to his thigh and gently squeezing it. you turn to watch his profile, looking for any signs of discomfort. slowly, you sling a leg over him and shuffle to sit on his thighs.

mingi stiffens under you his breath hitching, before he locks eyes with you. he must have found something in your gaze, his throat bobbing with a swallow.

“y-yes?” he feebly responds, dipping his head to avoid looking into your intense eyes.

“baby,” you coo, leaning closer towards him, placing a finger under his chin to lift his gaze back up to you, your mouths inches away from eachother.

his hand that was on your shoulder was now gripping onto the couch below. mingi’s breath catches when you close the gap between you, eyes instinctively closing when your lips touch and melting into the kiss.

you wrap an arm around his neck, knotting your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck making mingi quietly moan into your mouth. you take the opportunity to slip your tongue in, mingi squirming in response.

he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, like always they hover in the air, torn between keeping them to himself or placing them on you. he settles for your waist and tentatively runs his fingers along the curves. he can feel his face burning, his pulse quickening when his hands slip under your loose shirt.

you grab a fistful of his mussed hair, tugging it to deepen the kiss as your other hand rests on his chest. he whimpers, and you shiver at the sound that you were responsible for.

the sound must have scared mingi though, as he pulls away, panting and face flushed. you go to ask if he was alright, but pause when you take notice of mingi looking down at his hands that rested in his lap.

you smirk, gently prying his hands away to reveal his hard-on that strained against the fabric. mingi turns his head away, flustered.

“it’s okay,” you reassure him, taking ahold of his glasses that were slipping down his nose and resting them aside. mingi nods with a small pout. “may i?” you ask, hovering your own hand over his pants.

mingi bites his lip to fight the moan that almost slipped out. hips almost wanting to twitch up into the warmth radiating from you, his pants feeling tighter as his erection grew.

“don’t worry,” you assure him, your voice low and smooth with comfort. “i’ll take it slow, hm?”

mingi nods, his hands finding their way to your hips and holding them tightly. his body was thrumming with excitement, but also fear for what was to come.

he peeks to look as you rub his dick, embarrassed every time it would twitch at even the slightest graze. pressing his mouth closed, not wanting to sound like loser for moaning so loudly from a little teasing.

you frown at that, capturing him into a kiss to stop him from gatekeeping any noises from you. you wanted to hear everything, no matter how quiet or loud. everything mingi was trying to hold back being forced out.

“don’t hold back,” you whisper when you pull back. unbuttoning his pants, you pull his dick out of them. mingi moans at being released and you almost moan at the sigh in front of you.

he was huge. his dick at full attention, throbbing and leaking precum was bigger than you thought. you couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips, a familiar throb was forming between your legs.

you take him into your hand, feeling how hot and thick he was, barely covering even half the length of it. unintentionally driving mingi crazy as you you stroke upwards teasingly, spreading the precum from his tip down his length to make the glide easier.

“how does that feel,” you breathe.

mingi loudly moans, his head flying back and his eyes squeeze shut. he couldn't stop his hips from grinding up into your grip and he doesn’t think he will last long, already feeling like he could cum if you keep going like that.

“’so good, it’s so good…”

your mouth makes its way to his exposed neck, licking and kissing along it as you stroke him. moving up to his ear, nibbling and licking along the shell of it. mingi’s needy moans spurring you on, adding your other hand and twisting with every jerk.

“w-wait,” he gasps, eyes flying open and hands flying to push your hands off him, not wanting it to end, but his orgasm was building up too quickly.

you pull back with furrowed brows, but before you could say anything…

“fuck,” mingi brokenly moans as his hips buck up with a rough thrust as he cums. you feel the heat from his cum spilling onto your fists, some shooting far and landing on your cheek, as his dick pulses in your hand and his body convulsing.

“i-’im sorry,” he stutters, his face a deep red and eyes wide and glistening with tears. “i tried to warn you… i was gonna…”

there wasn’t anything you could do but giggle a little, making mingi whine. you can't help but to find it adorable at how fast he came from a little handjob. you press a kiss to his cheek, your cum-free hand brushing his arm arm lovingly.

“it’s okay baby, you don’t have to apologize,” you reassure with another kiss, this time to his nose. “besides it was pretty hot.”

mingi doesn’t know what to say to that, his face on fire, he simply nods. your eyes meet again and he leans in to press your lips together.

“we should do it again sometime, yeah?”

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[crimsonbubble]

saw a tiktok comment saying "they're coming for our throats this cb" nah they're coming down my throat this cb

[dreamescapeswriting]

Out Like A Light ~ BC

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT: 2.9K 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅GENRE: established relationships, cute, fluffy, yoongi helping insomniac reader, smut, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, oral (reader recieving) 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

The living room was comfortably quiet which was completely unusual, the guys sprawled across the couches, snacks scattered on the coffee table. Namjoon was thumbing through a book, Seokjin was scrolling through his phone, and Hobi and Jimin were playing a game on the floor. Yoongi leaned against the armrest of the couch, listening to the chatter but not really engaging. His mind was somewhere else, focused on you upstairs. He'd left you about ten minutes ago and he couldn't help but feel more than useless than he did right now.

“How’s she doing tonight?” Seokjin asked, glancing up from his phone with a concerned frown. Yoongi shrugged, it was the same as it always was with you. There was no chance of getting you to drift off to sleep and he hated himself for it.

“Same as usual. Can’t sleep.” He muttered a little, hating how angry it made him that he wasn't able to help you fall asleep. Namjoon closed his book and leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s been tough for her lately, huh? I was with her the other night and read a few chapters of that book she likes. It helped a bit, but she still didn’t get much sleep.” Namjoon shrugged and Yoongi cringed at the thought. You'd mentioned it the next day that the guys had all been trying to help you and while it was sweet of them to try it made Yoongi feel like a bad boyfriend.

“Yeah, she mentioned that,” Yoongi replied quietly, a hint of unease creeping into his voice. He stared down at his hands and bit down on his tongue trying not to let his insecurities get the better of him,

“I tried telling her some dumb jokes last night,” Hobi chimed in, stretching his arms over his head, looking awfully smug himself for what he was about to say,

“Worked like a charm! She was laughing so hard, and then boom, out like a light.” Jimin chuckled, nodding in agreement. Yoongi turned to look at Jimin who seemed pretty happy with himself,

“She said that always helps. When I stayed with her the other night, we didn’t even talk. She just needed someone there, and she fell asleep after a while.” Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, listening as each of them recounted how they’d helped you in some way. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to lean on them—they were family, after all, and he was glad you all got along well with one another. But the fact that they seemed to know exactly what to do to ease your insomnia left him feeling… off. Like he was missing something.

Yoongi had never been good at helping his own sleeping schedule and that made him feel useless but it was nothing compared to the way he felt when you'd lean on him and he had no idea how to help.

“They’re not wrong,” Taehyung said from the corner of the room, finally chiming in. “She told me you guys helped a lot. Even Jungkook. I guess his random midnight gym talk worked somehow.” Yoongi scoffed softly, shaking his head.

“Gym talk helped her sleep? Seriously?” He grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head. Now he just felt like the guys were trying to wind him up - and it was working.

“Guess it did,” Jungkook shrugged. “She started nodding off while I was talking about some new routine, so I just kept going. Went into detail about all the weights too, she was out like a light.” The guys all laughed, except for Yoongi, who forced a smile. It wasn’t that he resented them—he loved how they cared for you like he did—but every time he tried to help, nothing seemed to work.

He'd tried to sit with you while he worked, he'd sung to you, he'd made you hot chocolate, and got you new pillows and blankets. Done almost everything he could think of to get you to fall asleep and yet nothing seemed to work.

Yet all of them had something that made it easier for you to rest, but him? He just fumbled through the night, watching you struggle with the weight of your own sleeplessness.

“You okay, hyung?” Hobi asked, noticing the shift in Yoongi’s expression. Yoongi tried not to let it show, he didn't want this to become an issue, if the others helped you sleep he should be happy for you.

“Yeah, just… I don’t know.” Yoongi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It feels like everyone’s better at helping her than I am. It’s my job to make sure she’s okay, you know? But whenever I try, I just end up sitting there, doing nothing.” The room fell quiet for a moment, and the lighthearted atmosphere suddenly felt heavier. Namjoon leaned forward, his brows furrowed in thought.

“It’s not a competition, Yoongi. You’re there for her in ways we can’t be.”

“I know it’s not,” Yoongi said quickly, though the knot of insecurity in his chest tightened. “But it’s like… every time I try, she ends up calling for one of you. What’s the point if I’m not even good at something this simple?” He sighed in frustration, finally letting everything off his shoulders before Hoseok bit his lip, looking to the others for some help.

“It’s not simple,” Jimin interjected softly. “Insomnia’s tough. You being there helps her, even if it doesn’t feel like it right away.” Yoongi didn’t respond immediately, his mind was too busy filling his head with doubt about it all. He wanted to be the one to ease your restlessness, to give you the peace you couldn’t seem to find on your own, he wanted to be the one you would lean on in your times of need. Yet every time he tried, it felt like he was failing. The others were succeeding where he couldn’t.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi finally muttered. “It just feels like… I’m not enough.” The words hung in the air, and the guys exchanged glances. None of them had the perfect solution, but they understood Yoongi’s frustration. They all cared for you in their own way, but it was clear that for Yoongi, this ran deeper. You weren’t just a friend to him. You were his everything.

“Hyung,” Jungkook said, his voice gentle but firm. “She loves you. That’s all that matters.” Yoongi nodded, though the weight of his insecurity still lingered. He wanted to believe that was enough. He just had to find a way to make sure you felt it too.

Just as he was about to head to the studio his phone pinged and he frowned glancing down at the screen,

Best girlfriend: Come upstairs.... xx

He smirked at the name on the screen, you'd renamed yourself a few months ago and he didn't change it since the name was completely true in his eyes. Without thinking twice, Yoongi stood up, muttering a quick

“I’m going to check on her,” before heading up to your shared room.

The soft light from the hallway spilt into the dim bedroom as he quietly stepped inside, finding you curled up in bed, staring up at the ceiling. You looked as frustrated as he felt right now and you turned over on the bed to look at him,

“Hey,” you greeted softly, shifting to make room for him on the bed. “I couldn’t sleep. Again.” You smiled weakly, as if to say what's new and he sighed, sliding in next to you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“I know. It’s been rough for you, lately,” he whispered, stroking his hands up and down your arms as you nodded, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. There was a comfort in his presence, but tonight, something felt off. Yoongi’s hold on you wasn’t as relaxed as it usually was, and you could feel a slight tension in his body. You knew your boyfriend better than you knew yourself so you instantly knew that there was something going on in his head and you weren't going to sleep until he told you what it was.

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking up at him through the dim light. He hesitated, his hand that had been touching you froze in place and he shook his head at you.

“Nothing, just tired.” You knew it was a lie instantly and you stared up at him,

“Yoongi.” You narrowed your eyes playfully, nudging him gently. “I know you better than I know myself. Something’s bothering you.” He stayed quiet, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing small circles on your hip. he didn't want to bring you down more than you already were. You studied his face, the way his eyes seemed to avoid yours, how his lips were pressed together like he was holding something back and you poked his side, your tone soft but persistent.

“Tell me what’s bothering you, baby.” You begged, looking at him but Yoongi shifted slightly, debating whether to brush it off or just come clean. But the way you kept looking at him, concerned and curious, made it impossible to keep it bottled up. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s just… I feel like I’m no good at this,” he muttered, finally voicing what had been weighing him down. The two of you had been together for so long that he knew it was better to tell you than to keep it hidden.

“Helping you sleep. Everyone else seems to know what to do, but I… I can’t. It’s like I’m supposed to be the one who makes you feel better, but instead, I’m the one who sucks at it.” You blinked, his admission catching you off guard. You hadn’t expected that. You'd only kept asking the guys to help you because you knew Yoongi had trouble sleeping himself and you didn't want to make him feel worse about it,

“Yoongi…”

“I hear how the others help you, and I know I shouldn’t be comparing myself,” he continued, his voice low. “But it’s hard not to feel like I’m failing you. I mean, even Jungkook can ramble about workouts and you doze off.” You couldn’t help but laugh weakly at that, but the sound was soft, affectionate. Jungkook bored you with trips about the gym and everything he got up to when he was there, that was why you'd fallen asleep.

“Yoongi, I never wanted to ask you for help because… I know you struggle with sleep too. I didn’t want to put more pressure on you.” His gaze softened as he looked down at you, at least it wasn't because you didn't think he was good enough.

“But you should’ve asked. I’d do anything for you.” He uttered under his heart,

“I know,” you whispered, shifting slightly so you could meet his eyes better.

“But even if you weren’t helping me fall asleep, just having you here makes me feel better. I always wanted you next to me, even if I didn’t say it.” Yoongi stared at you for a moment, the weight of your words sinking in. You could see his expression shift, the insecurity he had been carrying softening into something else—something tender.

“Really?” he asked, his voice quieter now. You nodded, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest, pressing your lips softly to his chest and then looking at him.

“Yeah. You’re my boyfriend, Yoongi. You don’t have to do anything special. I just need you here with me. That’s all.” Yoongi let out a breath, the tension in his body easing.

“I didn’t realize… I just didn’t want to feel like I was letting you down.” You hated that he was beating himself up over something he couldn't help you with and you shook your head at him,

“You could never let me down,” you said softly, leaning in closer until your lips brushed his. “I’m here because I want you. Not because I need you to fix everything.” His eyes fluttered shut as your lips met his, the kiss soft and lingering, a quiet exchange of everything he had been worried about. When you pulled back, you could see the small smile playing on his lips, and it warmed your heart.

"There is one thing I could help you with... to make you sleep of course," He stuttered a little, his cheeks turning pink as you stared at him.

You felt a warmth bloom in your chest as his hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer and he pressed your lips to his.

The kiss deepened, your fingers tangling in his hair as you melted into him, feeling the heat between you grow. His other hand trailed down your side, sending sparks through your body.

“Yoongi,” you breathed, his name escaping your lips between kisses. He didn’t respond with words, just a low hum of agreement as his fingers slipped beneath your shirt, brushing against your bare skin. You could feel his touch linger, the desire building between you both.

Slowly your clothes began to disappear in the hazy heat of the moment, each layer peeled away with unspoken understanding. His lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of warmth that made your head spin. You clung to him, your breaths coming out in soft, eager gasps as the tension between you built, your bodies entwining.

Yoongi slowly began to kiss down your body, kissing each of your thighs as he looked up at you. You were wriggling above him, your eyes burning into his as you silently begged for him to do something,

"Such a needy little, princess." He chuckled before his tongue finally caressed your eager clit. You grabbed your pillow and held it over your face, moaning softly into it as he began to alternate between soft kitten licks and sucking on your clit. Your hips bucked toward him as he continued to eat you out like you were the last meal on earth.

"Y-Yoongi, fuck." you moaned out, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving to you. Yoongi smirked as he pushed his tongue into you, using his fingers to gently rub your clit sending you over the edge as you whimpered.

"Cum for me, princess." He ordered as he slid two fingers into your cunt, thrusting them roughly as he began sucking on your clit. Your hips bucked uncontrollably now as you whimpered, meeting each stroke of his fingers as the band inside of your stomach tightened.

"S-Shit! Shit! I'm gonna-" You cry out in sheer ecstasy as your head rolls back against the pillows. Your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers but he continued to thrust them in and out of you as you came down from your high.

"Yoongi, I need-"

"I know," He smirked as he knelt between your legs, tapping the head of his cock against your clit as you whined at him, you were already sensitive without him teasing you more for it. Slowly he eased into you, making you whimper at the stretch, your nails dragging down his back as he bottoms out inside of you.

"M-Move...please," you begged as he groaned. Slowly he began to withdraw from you, only to push back in, your legs wrapping around his waist as you whimpered at him.

His thrusts began to pick up in pace his of his thrust making you cry out in ecstasy, no longer caring that the boys were right downstairs. All you good focus on was how good it felt to have Yoongi inside of you.

"You're gonna let everyone know, princess," He chuckles deeply and moans out when he feels you clench,

"Does my dirty, princess want everyone to know?" He teased, thrusting faster this time, pinning your left leg down to the bed as his thrusts began to get brutal. You were a mess at this point, a screaming and withering mess beneath him as you felt your - fast - approaching orgasm.

"Y-Yoongi!" You screamed, looking up at him as you whined. Yoongi smirked as he looked down at you, this was what he could do to make you sleep every single night. Two orgasms...maybe more if he could make you agree to it.

"You gonna cum for me?" he smirked at you as you nodded violently at him,

"yes, Yes!" You cried out, your fingers leaving marks down his back making him groan as he drove into you again and again. Your moans harmonise with his, and his thrusts send you closer to your edge each and every time. Yoongi reached between you and stroked your clit,

"FUCK!" You cry out, releasing over his cock as you whimpered, pussy clamping down on him and sending him to his own release. He panted heavily as he looked down at you, sweat dripping from your forehead and yet you'd never looked prettier to him than you did right now.

"I think we should do that every single night." You whipped as he pulled out of you, collapsing on the bed beside you as he gave himself a couple of minutes before he cleaned you up.

"I'm down, but we'll need to get our own place...I plan on doing that again and again until you're out like a light," He smirks before kissing you and heading to the en-suite to get you a warm cloth.

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[luvmingis]

the emotions i just went thru like why did i cry at this

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home 🏡

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