✦ summary: after waking up from a very vivid wet dream, yeosang finds it harder to contain his urges with your sleeping figure next to his.
✦ pairings: idol! boyfriend yeosang x fem! reader
✦ genre: smut!, idol boyfriend au
✦ word count: 1.6k
✦ warnings: smut!, needy yeosang, wet dreams, yeosang touches reader while sleep (cnc established in relationship), breast play, nipple! play (slight), dry humping, biting, daddy kink (I know), unprotected! sex (please use protection), creampie (be safe!), rough sex, squirting, yeosang is whipped for you,
✦ a/n: all of hyung line is complete! pls don't hesitate to comment and share your thoughts! there's four more stories left in this series I've enjoyed writing each one so far. thank you for the love and support it means a lot! <3
this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.
nsfw content below. 18+ - mdni
“Go faster! Fuck me faster!” y/n screamed as I pounded into her sopping wet cunt. Her pleas energized me to give everything I had. Bringing one leg to my shoulder deepening my stroke, I relished in the way y/n eyes rolled back, her moans caught in her throat at the new sensation. “You like that baby?” I growl wanting to hear her sweet moans. “Yes oh f-fuck.” she groans, clawing at the sheets tightly. I bring my hands to her core rubbing her clit swiftly, y/n begins to clench around my cock signaling her orgasm was near. “I’m so close daddy.” she moans sensually, her hooded eyes peering up at me. Y/n gyrates her hips to meet my strokes, taking me even deeper. Her hands reach out, moving mine to stroke her own clit rapidly closing in on her release. Captivated by the lewd sight, wishing I could capture this moment in my mind forever. “Daddy I’m- gonna cu-.”
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Jumping up, breathing heavily Yeosang looks around only to be met with the sun illuminating his room. Releasing a sigh he lays back down realizing the very vivid seemingly real image was only a wet dream. Peering over at your sleeping frame, he couldn’t help but get flashbacks of your sultry actions. His cock jumped up at the image, now desiring attention. Wanting to suppress his lust filled thoughts, Yeosang attempts to get up from the bed to deal with his “problem” only to be pulled back down by you.
“Don’t go.” You mumble holding onto his arm.
Sighing, Yeosang lays back down allowing you to snuggle up to him savoring the warmth of your body. Your light breaths soon resumed signaling you were fully sleeping again. Laying with only his thoughts, Yeosang’s eyes skated over your figure again, admiring the outline of your curves accented by the thin sheets that covered you. Temptation nagged at his brain urging him to kiss and touch over your body. Visuals of the dream flashed through his brain, your moans, and screams deafening in his ear. Completely taken over by the need to feel you in any kind of way, Yeosang hands reached out caressing your breast before he could even register what he was doing. Kneading at your soft flesh, squeezing lightly occasionally he groans imagining his face between them as he fucks into you.
Leaning over to pepper your face and neck with small kisses, Yeosang mindlessly began rutting his hips against your ass with need. Finally getting some friction to stimulate the raging erection in his pants.
“Fuck-” he mutters in your neck, nipping at the supple skin alternating from small kisses to slight bites. You began to stir, releasing a moan at the sensation. Slowly waking up, you rub the sleep from your eyes, just as Yeosang gently bites on your neck again.
“Yeosang.” you whine shuddering with pleasure.
He knew all of the places that turned you on and made it his mission to stimulate at least one while being intimate, and your neck was your favorite and most sensitive spot. His hips stilled, but he continued assaulting your neck, his grip on your breast tightening, fingers flicking over your peaked nipples.
“I want you.” He muffled into your neck, words laced with desperation.
“Is daddy needy for me?” You tease, knowing the newfound nickname was a direct trigger for him. You felt his cock twitch on your ass at the name smiling to yourself. “I take that as a yes.”
Reaching your hand back, you make contact with his longing cock lightly stroking him through his pants earning a muffled moan from Yeosang. Playing with his length you grind your ass over his tip, hissing in shock when he bites down harshly on your neck.
“I can’t wait anymore.” he whines; hands hastily finding it way to the waistband of your underwear yanking them halfway down your legs. Yeosang scrambles to get his pants off, before he’s rubbing the head of his cock at your entrance collecting your essence. Pushing into your cunt slowly, you moan in unison at the shared feeling. Placing gentle kisses on your neck, Yeosang eases his cock inch by inch inside of you until he’s fully bottomed out, his chest flush against your back. You push your hips back against Yeosang signaling for him to finally move after awhile. He draws his hips back steadily before plunging back into your hole quickly and mercilessly. Crying out from the sudden movements your hands claw at the sheets squeezing tightly. The feeling of Yeosang’s cock pounding into your cunt has you frozen, a mixture of moans and Yeosang’s name spilling past your lips like a waterfall.
“You make me feel s-so good daddy.” You wail out any form of coherent thoughts left behind in pleasure.
“Keep it down baby.” He shushes you lightly concentrating on his ruthless thrust. Biting down on the pillow you attempt to muffle your moans, knowing that trying to silence yourself was impossible with how good you were being fucked. Slowing down his thrust Yeosang wraps his hand loosely around your throat turning your face towards his. He captures your lips in a deprived kiss, thrusts reaching the depths of your pussy hitting your sweet spot precisely. Swiveling his hips, you both release a moan into each other's mouths, your pussy clenching the exact moment his cock twitches inside of you.
Lost in each other, neither you nor Yeosang hear the subtle knock at Yeosang’s door or the moment the door opened and someone walked in. Hearing a throat clear you let out a shriek turning to stare at the man staring back, eyes shifting from you and Yeosang. Luckily you both were covered, but there was no guessing what was going on between you and Yeosang.
“Yeosang I know you’re in the middle of something. I was just-.”
“San. Do you wanna die?” Yeosang growls, cutting him off, eyes narrowing in a deadly glare.
“No hyung it’s just I needed your help with this.” He turns his phone towards Yeosang, the screen showing some kind of form. You stare at him in shock at his persistence thinking he’d get the hint seeing that you and Yeosang were in the middle of…something.
“I’ll help you later, San.” Yeosang sighs, shaking his head at the younger one.
“But-.”
“Get out, San!” Yeosang cuts him off, throwing a pillow at him, irritation evident with each word.
Exhaling deeply, San walks out of the room sulking, muttering his displeasure with Yeosang’s attitude towards him.
Unable to contain yourself you giggle at the exchange more bewildered than anything at what just happened. ‘San is definitely a character,’ you thought to yourself, finding it hard to get mad at him.
Yeosang lays his head back, staring at the ceiling not knowing what to do next. He wanted to keep fucking you but the entire exchange threw him for a loop. He hears your giggles erupt, sitting up to look at you he couldn’t help but laugh with you. You both get lost in a fit of laughter easing the tension of the awkward exchange.
Calming down you turn towards Yeosang again, closing the gap between your faces. Ghosting your lips over his you whisper, “Fuck me again. Please.” You place a peck on his lips gazing up into his eyes. He raises his eyebrows in surprise at your actions but doesn’t question your words. Moving his hips leisurely, he thrust into you wanting to ease back into the moment again. Releasing breathy moans you move your hips back matching his thrust, the friction of each movement sending waves of ecstasy through your body.
Yeosang reaches for your underwear pulling them the rest of the way off of you before hooking his hand underneath your knee, lifting your leg up. Shifting his hips a bit, angling himself below you he thrusts up, his cock inching deeper inside of you. You groan out at the unfamiliar angle, his cock skating closer to your cervix. Pulling you flush against his chest, Yeosang leans over capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his thrust growing more erratic. You bring your hands down eagerly rubbing your clit with desperation, chasing after your orgasm.
“God you’re so tight.” Yeosang groans out, resting his forehead on yours, his strokes turning long and sloppy. “You’re so wet.” his hips jerk, you moan from the sudden impact. “You’re so beautiful.” He jerks his hips up again with more intention. “You’re all mine. Right?” His hips jerks into you again, you nod high off his words. “Say it baby.” He jerks again and knocks the air from your mouth.
“I’m all yours daddy!” You cry out as he begins to pound mercilessly into you again at your response. “That’s right.” He growls. Heat rises in your core rapidly, an unfamiliar feeling approaching as your orgasm crashes into you; juices gushing from your pussy. Turned on by the sight Yeosang cock twitches inside of you his release spurting out coating your walls white.
“Holy shit.” You say, shock evident on your face as your eyes shift from the wet bed sheets and Yeosang’s astonished face.
“That was so sexy.” He chuckles loudly, easing out of you. He encompasses you in his arms and places a lazy kiss on your lips. You both gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. A sudden knock interrupts your moment.
“Hyung, are you done yet?” San questions on the other side of the door.
Rolling his eyes, Yeosang releases you, placing a quick peck to your lips before scooting to get out of the bed. You laugh at the two knowing this was a normal occurrence every other day in their dorm, minus of course you and Yeosang having sex at this time of day.
“I’m coming now, San!” Yeosang shouts back putting on his underwear before walking out of the room. You lay there exhausted knowing that this was only the start of the day. There would be much more to occur in ATEEZ dorms for sure.
Hi hi~ here’s my second question or possible scene idea (?)
Have you guys ever read fanfics about yourselves? Have you taken inspiration from it and made a scene from it? Feel free to plug in any stories or accounts lol
A/N: This is a poly-ATEEZ kink ask blog! Feel free to ask any of the eight members a question! :)
> Reblogs are very appreciated!
A/N: I just used this as an excuse to recommend some fics <3
Wooyoung: Hell yeah! Great question, and we do! Not super often as we're busy a lot, but it happens. Mostly it's just for fantasy purposes, but we've taken inspiration from fanfics on occasion too.
San: There's that one with you and me...
Wooyoung: Oh, Whichever Way? That one was fun because you're a dom in it mostly, so it was kind of not 1:1 with how we did it. But it was inspiring and fun! It has a reader character, but we would just use a substitute for those scenes.
Seonghwa: One of my favourites is this one, and I think Sannie really enjoyed it as well. Inspired me to edge him ahead of a performance, just to see if it would affect his stage presence. Couldn't hurt to try, right?~
I roped Yeosang into replicating Sweet Peas and Freesia as well, or at least get as close as we could with no actual alpha anatomy.
It's also easy to find good submissive Wooyoung fics for a bit of inspiration. Doesn't matter who they're with, but it is fun to try and replicate them as closely as possible.
Wooyoung: Hyung, you're mean. Please be mean more often. This is something different, but the title of this one made me laugh! And after reading it, I had to fuck Mingi and Yunho. And just Mingi, after reading this one. How could I not?
Seonghwa: I'm not only mean to you, I'm being bullied sometimes in fics as well. Yeosang does, too. Lovingly, of course. Replicating Imbroglio is not a rarity either, though that one allows for a lot of variation in terms of who's the centerpiece.
There are also a couple of Mingi fics, particularly omegaverse ones, that have been quite inspirational. And of course... This one. He doesn't have it easy, poor Mingi.
San: It's not like he minds, he likes to be babied! I really liked what this fic inspired too... And this one. People seem to like to be a little mean to me in fanfics - not that I mind. Especially when they inspire scenes like those.
Oh, Seonghwa-hyung, do you remember this one? It was a bit odd to replicate since I'm not an alpha in real life, but it was so... Just, maybe we could revisit it? And maybe Wooyoung could be there too, this time, since he's in the original fic as well?
Wooyoung: Oh you know I'd love to see that.
Hwa-hyung, I read this recently, and I thought you might like to try out something like that with Hongjoong? It seems like the kind of thing you usually get up to, anyway [Grins].
Seonghwa: [Looking at the tags, grinning as well] Oh, I'd love to. Seems right up Hongjoong's alley, too.
summary : A harmless cookie, a hidden crush, and a night of no return.
genre : smut
warning(s) : Explicit sexual content, aphrodisiac use, desperation, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight corruption kink, switch!San, submissive reader, rough and messy oral, mild dub-con due to aphrodisiac effects, fluids everywhere, slight degradation, heavy praise, cock-drunk reader, love confessions in the heat of the moment. Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N : Maybe...just maybe, this one is the filthiest fic I've ever written :>
Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!
🪐smut under the cut 🪐
The glow of the TV screen flickered across the dimly lit living room, casting soft shadows on the walls. The movie played on, but neither of you was really watching. San sat comfortably on the couch beside you, legs spread lazily, one arm slung over the backrest while his other hand rested on his thigh. You had invited him over under the pretense of a casual movie night, a friendly hangout between neighbors. But the truth? You’d been harboring a quiet, desperate crush on him for months, watching him through your window when he left for the gym, catching glimpses of his toned arms whenever he wore sleeveless shirts, and hearing his deep, sleepy voice whenever he greeted you in the morning.
Tonight, he was so close, sitting right beside you, his scent—a mix of fresh laundry and something unmistakably San—lingering in the air. Your heart raced, but you kept your cool, tucking your legs beneath you as you reached for a handful of popcorn.
The coffee table in front of you was littered with snacks—half a bag of chips, an open pack of gummies, and a single, unopened box of purple cookies. It had been there since the beginning of the night, untouched, yet its unusual color stood out among the rest.
San’s sharp eyes landed on it after a while. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding toward the box as he leaned forward to grab his drink.
You blinked, feigning curiosity as you followed his gaze. “Hmm?”
“The cookies. They’re purple.” His brows furrowed slightly as he picked up the box, turning it in his hands. “Where’d you get these?”
You shrugged, acting completely indifferent. “I dunno. Maybe my friend left them here last time. Probably blueberry or something.” You popped another piece of popcorn into your mouth, keeping your expression perfectly neutral.
San hummed, seemingly satisfied with your answer. He opened the box with a crinkle of plastic, pulling out a cookie. It was a deep shade of violet, oddly smooth, and smelled faintly sweet—almost floral. He gave it a brief sniff before shrugging and taking a bite.
It took barely a second before he hummed in appreciation. “Oh, these are good,” he muttered through a mouthful.
You glanced at him, watching as he chewed slowly, his jaw flexing with every movement. “Yeah?”
“Mmh,” he nodded, already reaching for another. “They’re soft, kind of sweet but not too much. You really never tried them?”
You shook your head, hiding your smirk behind the rim of your glass as you sipped your drink. “Nope.”
San, completely unaware, continued eating. One cookie turned into two. Then three. Then four. You watched as he absentmindedly finished the fifth, licking a stray crumb off his thumb before grabbing a sixth without thinking. He was completely at ease, eyes flicking back to the screen as the movie droned on, paying no attention to the way his fingers twitched slightly against his thigh.
It started subtly.
The first thing you noticed was the way he shifted in his seat, rolling his shoulders as if trying to shake off an odd sensation. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and his brows knitted together briefly before he relaxed again. You pretended not to see it, keeping your gaze trained on the screen even as you observed him from the corner of your eye.
Minutes passed, and San’s breathing grew a little heavier. Not noticeably so—but you caught it. His chest rose and fell just a fraction quicker than before. His fingers twitched again, flexing briefly before he balled them into a loose fist.
Then, he exhaled sharply through his nose.
You turned to him, feigning curiosity. “You okay?”
San tensed at your voice, his head snapping toward you. His pupils were slightly blown, his lips parted as if he was about to say something—but he hesitated. His jaw clenched.
“Yeah,” he muttered, voice slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
You blinked, tilting your head innocently. “You sure? You look kinda… hot.”
San inhaled deeply through his nose. His fingers dug into his thigh, gripping the fabric of his sweatpants as he forced out a chuckle. “M’fine.”
But he wasn’t.
The flush creeping up his neck told a different story. His body was heating up, slow and unbearable, a warmth that started in his stomach and trickled downward, pooling between his legs. He shifted again, subtly this time, pressing his thighs together as if that would help. His cock twitched, and he bit the inside of his cheek, willing it to calm down.
Not now. Not here.
But fuck—he could feel everything. The way his clothes clung to his skin, the way the air suddenly felt too thick, the way his heartbeat pounded just a little too hard in his ears. And then there was you.
You, sitting beside him, completely oblivious. Looking so fucking innocent.
San let out a slow breath, gripping his knee to steady himself. He could feel his body reacting against his will, heat rushing straight to his groin as a dull ache settled low in his stomach. He swallowed thickly, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth.
It had to be the cookies.
He glanced at the empty wrappers on the table, realization dawning—but it was too late. His body was already betraying him.
And the worst part? You weren’t even helping.
You shifted slightly, your thigh brushing against his just barely, and San had to suppress the whimper threatening to escape his lips. Fuck. He was too aware, too sensitive, too turned on, and you weren’t even doing anything.
Or maybe you were.
Maybe it was the way you leaned closer to grab your drink, your scent hitting him in full force. Maybe it was the way your lips parted slightly when you took a sip, or the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed. Maybe it was the way your fingers absentmindedly toyed with the hem of your shorts, completely unaware of the hell you were putting him through.
Or maybe—just maybe—it was the way you turned to him, brows furrowed in faux concern as you murmured, “San, are you sure you’re okay? You look really flustered.”
His breath hitched.
You were too good at this. Too good at acting clueless.
And fuck, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself back.
San swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus—on anything but the unbearable heat coursing through his veins. But every second that passed made it worse. His skin felt too tight, his sweatpants suddenly too restrictive, and his cock throbbed in his boxers, demanding attention he couldn’t give it.
Not in front of you. Not when you looked at him like that—so wide-eyed, so innocent, like you had no idea what you’d just done to him.
You shifted closer, your hand grazing his arm as you peered at him in mock concern. “San…?”
His breath came out shaky. His fingers twitched against his thigh. His jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
“Don’t.” His voice was hoarse, strained, like he was barely holding himself together.
You blinked. “Don’t what?”
San exhaled sharply, his grip on his knee tightening. “Don’t look at me like that.”
You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Like what?”
His nostrils flared. His body jerked when you shifted again, your knee brushing against his thigh, and this time—this time—it was too much. His cock twitched violently in his pants, straining against the fabric, and he felt it—the way the pulse of need shot straight through him, leaving him aching.
“Fuck—” he hissed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut.
You stared at him, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The way his fingers dug into his thigh, white-knuckled, as he fought against whatever was happening to him. And then, ever so sweetly, you asked—
“San… what’s wrong?”
His eyes snapped open.
Oh, you were good.
Too fucking good.
San turned his head slowly, fixing you with a look so dark, so desperate, it sent a shiver down your spine. His pupils were completely blown now, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling just a bit too quickly.
And then—his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and fuck, it was almost shy the way he whispered—
“I need you to leave.”
Your brows lifted. “Huh?”
His jaw clenched. “I need you to leave. Now.”
You blinked at him, feigning confusion. “Why? This is my house”
San exhaled hard through his nose, shifting again, trying so desperately not to move his hips—but it was useless. He was already hard. Painfully so. His cock pressed against the fabric of his sweatpants, aching, and every little movement sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through him.
And you—
You sat there, looking at him like you didn’t just wreck him completely.
His fingers flexed against his knee. His tongue flicked out again, wetting his lips. He was holding back—barely—but the cracks were starting to show.
And then, you said it.
Soft, sweet, and utterly devastating.
“…San, do you need help?”
His entire body froze.
Silence. Thick, heavy silence. The only sound was the low hum of the TV, the flickering light casting faint shadows across his face.
San didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
You watched him carefully, noting the way his shoulders tensed, the way his fingers flexed just slightly.
He turned his head, gaze locking onto yours, dark and unreadable.
“…What did you just say?” His voice was low. Dangerously low.
You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I asked if you need help. You look really uncomfo—”
San let out a sharp breath, a broken, frustrated laugh leaving his lips as he leaned forward, pressing his elbows to his knees. His hands threaded through his hair, gripping at the strands, his shoulders heaving.
“You—” He exhaled shakily, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “You don’t even know what you’re doing right now, do you?”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
San let out another laugh, but this one was strained, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His legs spread just slightly, enough that you could see the outline of his problem if you were looking.
Which you were.
His voice dropped even lower, rough and needy.
“Baby, if you don’t leave right now…”
A pause. A breath.
And then—
“…I won’t be able to stop myself.”
The room felt unbearably hot, the space between you crackling with something thick, something dangerous. San sat there, legs spread just enough for you to see the bulge in his sweatpants, his fingers gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles were white. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, his tongue darting out—again—to wet his lips.
He was trying so hard to keep himself in check.
But you weren’t making it easy for him.
You sat there, all wide-eyed and sweet, your lips barely parted in faux confusion, your body angled ever so slightly toward him. You were playing your part perfectly, pretending to be clueless, pretending you didn’t see the way his cock strained against his sweatpants, thick and aching.
San let out another shaky breath, his fingers flexing, nails digging into the fabric of his pants. His entire body was tense, trembling with restraint, his mind a mess of heat and hunger.
“I’m serious,” he gritted out, voice dangerously low. “You need to go.”
But you didn’t move.
Instead, you shifted closer, your knee brushing against his, and—
Fuck.
San’s entire body jerked, a low, strangled noise catching in his throat. His hands flew to his thighs, gripping them so hard it was almost painful. His lips parted as he sucked in a sharp breath, his head tilting back against the couch, his jaw tight.
Oh.
You bit the inside of your cheek, watching the way his chest heaved, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. His skin was flushed, a deep, burning red creeping up his neck, his hair slightly damp with sweat.
“…San?” Your voice was soft, so innocent.
His fingers twitched. His nostrils flared.
And then—he turned to you.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
His pupils were completely blown now, his lips slightly swollen from how hard he was biting them. His expression was wrecked—half desperate, half pained—but beneath it all, there was something else.
Something dark.
Something hungry.
“…You’re fucking with me.” His voice was hoarse, dripping with frustration.
You blinked. “I’m not.”
His jaw clenched. “Yes, you are.”
“I really don’t—”
“Baby.”
You froze.
San’s hand suddenly shot out, fingers curling around your wrist—not rough, not forceful, but firm. His grip was warm, burning, his thumb pressing against your pulse point, feeling the way it jumped beneath his touch.
Your breath caught in your throat.
He felt it.
And fuck—his lips curled into something almost dangerous.
“…You like this, don’t you?” His voice was a whisper, low and intense.
You swallowed. “San—”
“You like watching me like this.” His thumb stroked against your wrist, slow and deliberate. “You like seeing me hold myself back. You like seeing me suffer.”
You opened your mouth—to deny it, to keep up the act—but then San’s grip tightened, just slightly, just enough to make you feel it.
Your breath hitched.
San exhaled sharply, his eyes flicking down—to your lips, to your throat, to the way your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. His own breathing was shaky, his entire body trembling with the effort to keep himself from snapping.
He was holding on by a thread.
And then—
“…You really shouldn’t have let me eat those cookies, baby.”
San was unraveling.
His grip on your wrist tightened for a brief moment before he let go—only to move faster than you could react. One second, he was sitting beside you, barely holding himself together, and the next—
You were on your back.
Your body sank into the couch, your breath punched out of you as San hovered above, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly you could feel the heat of his palms through your shorts. His pupils were blown, his lips parted, his chest heaving as he stared down at you like he was about to devour you whole.
“San—”
“Shh,” he rasped, shaking his head, his thumbs stroking against your skin. “No more talking.”
His voice was ruined—wrecked with frustration, with need, with the unbearable ache that had been building inside him since the moment he ate those damn cookies.
And then—
Rip.
Your breath hitched as your shorts and panties were suddenly yanked down in one go, the cool air hitting your bare skin. Your thighs clenched together on instinct, but San didn’t let you close them—his hands pushed them apart, his fingers digging into your flesh as he spread you open wide for him.
“Fucking finally,” he groaned, almost in relief.
Heat flared through your body, your stomach twisting into a tight knot as you felt his breath—warm and heavy—ghost over your exposed skin.
“S-San—”
“I don’t wanna hear a fucking word,” he cut you off, his voice dropping into something dark, something dangerous. His hands tightened on your thighs, his fingers pressing deep into the flesh. “You’ve been sitting there all fucking innocent, acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me—”
He let out a sharp, frustrated breath, his head dropping for a second. Then—he lifted it, eyes locking onto yours, dark and unreadable.
“You wanna act clueless?” His voice was quiet, deadly. “Fine. I’ll make you understand.”
And then—
His mouth latched onto you.
A sharp, broken moan ripped out of your throat as his tongue flattened against your pussy, broad and hot and hungry. The first stroke was messy—desperate—his lips parting as he sucked at your clit, his nose pressing against your skin as he buried himself between your legs.
Your entire body jerked at the sudden intensity, your fingers flying to grip the cushions as a choked gasp left your lips. “S-San—!”
But he didn’t let up.
He was starving.
His tongue moved sloppy and wet, flicking against your clit before dragging down, tasting every inch of you. His groan was deep—needy—his hands tight on your thighs as he pushed them further apart, forcing you to take everything he was giving.
“Fuck,” he growled against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. “Taste so good, baby—fuck—”
His tongue delved into you, deep, his lips moving in frantic, desperate kisses against your heat. His nose nudged against your clit with every movement, sending sharp shocks of pleasure racing up your spine.
Your legs trembled, your hands flying to grip his hair, trying to pull him away—but he didn’t budge. If anything—
He groaned, his hands flying up to grab your wrists, pinning them to your stomach.
“Oh, no,” he murmured, voice wrecked, his lips dragging against your soaked skin. “You’re not stopping me.”
You whined, your hips jerking as his tongue circled your clit before sucking it hard into his mouth. Your vision blurred, a broken sob leaving your lips as pleasure shot through you, hot and searing.
“S-San—! Oh, fuck—”
His grip on your wrists tightened. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he groaned, his tongue pressing against your clit in slow, intentional circles. “Not that fake little innocent act. I wanna hear you beg.”
Your chest heaved, your fingers twitching in his grasp. “P-please—”
San moaned—loud, needy, his hips grinding against the couch as if he was getting off on this just as much as you.
“Fuck,” he panted, his lips dragging against your skin, his tongue dipping deep before flicking back up to circle your clit again. “Say it again.”
Your back arched, your legs shaking in his grasp. “San—please—”
He growled, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking fast—and your entire body convulsed, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as the pleasure crashed through you, sudden and violent.
But he didn’t stop.
Even as your body twitched, even as your thighs trembled, even as your moans turned into desperate, choked whimpers—he kept going.
Over and over and over.
Rough. Messy. Unrelenting.
Your voice cracked, your hands struggling against his grip. “I-I can’t—!”
San moaned against your skin, his hips rolling again, his cock aching in his pants.
“Oh, baby,” he breathed, his tongue dragging against your heat, devouring you. “You can. And you will.”
San was a fucking menace.
You had no control anymore—your body was his to ruin, his to wreck, his to make completely fall apart beneath him. His hands were firm on your wrists, keeping you pinned to your own stomach, his tongue relentless as he ate you like a man possessed.
His desperation was palpable—in the way his lips sucked at your clit, in the way his tongue flicked fast and sloppy, in the way his hips kept grinding against the couch as if he was getting just as much pleasure from this as you were.
And the worst part?
He was.
“San—fuck—” Your voice was a broken whimper, your head thrown back against the cushions, body jerking with every frantic stroke of his tongue. “T-too much—”
San growled into you, the vibrations shaking through your core. His grip tightened on your wrists, forcing you to stay put as he dove back in, lips wrapping tight around your clit as he sucked hard—
Your vision whited out.
A sharp, guttural cry tore from your throat, your back arching clean off the couch as a second orgasm ripped through you, just as intense as the first.
But San—
San didn’t stop.
“F-fuck, San—!” Your voice was wrecked, your thighs trembling violently as his tongue kept flicking, kept circling, kept fucking devouring you.
He was insatiable.
“Taste so fucking good, baby—” he groaned, his voice wrecked, his mouth messy with you, his lips dragging sloppy kisses over your soaked skin. “Gonna make you cum for me again, yeah? Gonna let me ruin you?”
Your breath came out shaky, a mix of pleasure and overstimulation making your body jerk beneath him.
“C-can’t—” You whined, shaking your head, your fingers twitching in his grip. “San, please—”
San moaned against you, his hips rolling into the couch again, desperate, needy. “Mmm, baby,” he breathed, voice hoarse, lips shining with your slick as he glanced up at you. “You keep saying that, but you’re so fucking wet for me.”
His tongue dragged against your entrance before flicking up again, circling your clit in tight, fast motions. “Your pussy’s begging for me.”
Your body shuddered, a whimper leaving your lips. “S-San—”
His fingers squeezed your wrists, keeping them trapped. His eyes were dark, desperate—his own body trembling with restraint as he devoured you again, his tongue flicking faster, his lips sucking harder.
You were gone.
Pleasure built again, fast and merciless, your thighs shaking as San wrecked you with his mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, tongue swirling sloppy and wet. “Cum for me again. I wanna feel it.”
Your body jerked, your voice breaking as your orgasm slammed into you—so hard, so intense it left you gasping for air, your fingers digging into the couch, your hips jerking against his mouth.
But even then—
San still wasn’t done.
His mouth was still messy against you, his lips still sucking, his tongue still fucking you, his own breath ragged, his cock so painfully hard in his sweatpants he could barely think straight.
His head lifted slightly, his tongue flicking against your clit in slow, precise strokes. And then—his voice, hoarse and wrecked.
“One more.”
You whimpered, your entire body shuddering beneath him.
San pressed a soft, wet kiss to your clit, his voice a rough whisper against your skin.
“I know you can take it.”
San was insatiable.
You were wrecked beneath him—your body trembling, your thighs shaking, your breath coming out in sharp, shallow gasps. Your brain was muddled, your skin burning hot, your core aching from the relentless pleasure he’d already given you.
But San?
San wasn’t done.
He refused to be done.
His mouth pressed another slow, wet kiss against your clit, his tongue flicking just enough to send a sharp jolt through your already sensitive body. Your legs twitched, your breath catching in your throat, a desperate whimper slipping past your lips.
San groaned at the sound, his hands tight on your thighs, keeping them spread as he dragged his tongue through your slick folds again—slow this time, teasing, torturing.
“F-fuck—San—” Your voice was broken, your fingers twitching against your stomach, where he still had them pinned.
San hummed against your skin, his lips curving slightly. His breath was warm, heavy with desire, his own body trembling with restraint. His hips twitched again, his cock so achingly hard beneath his sweatpants that you could feel his frustration radiating off of him.
But he wasn’t relieving himself.
No.
His only focus was you.
“I need one more,” he murmured against you, his lips pressing another sloppy kiss to your clit, his tongue flicking just right. “I need it, baby. I need to feel you break for me again.”
You whined, your head turning to the side, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your body shuddered from the overstimulation.
“S-San—”
His fingers tightened on your thighs.
“You can take it,” he whispered, voice low and wrecked. “I know you can.”
And then—
His mouth latched onto your clit again, his tongue flicking fast, his lips sucking hard, his desperation coming out in the way he devoured you like a man starving.
Your body jerked, a sharp cry breaking from your lips as another wave of pure pleasure slammed into you—hot, intense, merciless.
San groaned, his hands shaking as he held you down, his tongue flicking, licking, sucking, taking everything he could—
And your body broke.
Your moan was raw, shattered, your legs trembling violently as the pleasure ripped through you one final time—so strong, so overwhelming that your vision blurred, your entire body going limp beneath him.
And finally—finally—San pulled away.
His breath was heavy, his lips wet, his face completely wrecked as he slowly lifted his head, his fingers still tight on your thighs. His pupils were blown, his skin flushed, his entire body trembling with restraint.
He was desperate.
Needy.
His cock was aching, straining against his sweatpants, his hips twitching with every deep breath he took.
And yet—
His eyes stayed on you.
A slow smirk curled his swollen lips.
“…Now,” he murmured, voice rough, low, dripping with satisfaction. “Be a good girl—”
His hands finally released your wrists, and one of them dragged down your body, warm and possessive, until his fingers pressed against your wrecked heat.
And then—
“And open that pretty little mouth for me.”
And he wasn’t waiting any longer.
His fingers curled around your jaw, his grip firm as he tilted your head up—forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, blown wide with lust, his lips parted, his breath coming out ragged.
“Open,” he rasped, his voice wrecked from how much he’d devoured you already.
You barely had a second to react before his thumb pushed against your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open just enough—
And then—
San spit.
A hot, thick glob landed on your tongue, the sensation sending a sharp shock through your system, making your thighs clench, your body shudder beneath him.
San groaned, his grip tightening on your jaw, his cock twitching in his pants at the way you just took it—at the way your tongue glided against your bottom lip as you swallowed.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, his voice shaking with restraint. “You’re so good for me.”
His free hand shoved at his sweatpants, yanking them down just enough for his cock to spring free—thick, leaking, his tip an angry red from how long he’d been holding back.
He couldn’t wait anymore.
He needed your mouth.
“Tongue out,” he murmured, voice low, dark with hunger.
You obeyed without hesitation, your tongue flicking out just enough—
And San groaned, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he dragged the tip against your tongue, smearing his precum across it.
“Shit—” His breath shuddered, his hips twitching forward, his patience snapping all at once.
And then—
He pushed in.
Your mouth stretched around him, your throat constricting as he bottomed out in one slow, deep thrust, his cock pressing against the back of your throat, forcing a wet, choked gasp from your lips.
San moaned, his grip on your jaw tightening, his head dropping back for a second before his gaze snapped back down to you—watching as your lips stretched around him, your mouth completely full of his cock.
“Fucking—” His voice was wrecked, his hips trembling. “God, your mouth—so fucking perfect—”
And then—
He started to move.
Slow at first—teasing, dragging his cock out just enough before pushing back in, making sure you could feel every inch, every throb, every pulse of him against your tongue.
But then—
His restraint snapped.
His hips snapped forward, hard and desperate, forcing a wet, choked sound from your throat. His fingers dug into your jaw, holding you in place as he fucked into your mouth, deep, rough, his groans growing louder, needier.
“Fuck, baby—fuck—” he panted, his breath ragged, his hips snapping against your lips with each thrust. “Your mouth—so fucking good—so tight—”
Your throat constricted, your eyes watering from the sheer intensity of it—but San didn’t stop.
If anything—
He got rougher.
His pace quickened, his cock dragging against your tongue before slamming back in, his moans turning into needy, desperate growls. Spit dripped down your chin, your lips swollen, your breath coming out sharp through your nose as you tried to keep up with the way he was using your mouth.
And fuck—
He loved it.
“Look at you,” he groaned, his hand fisting your hair now, holding you in place as his cock slid deeper, making you gag around him. “Fucking messy for me. Taking it so good, baby—”
His hips stuttered, his breath hitching, his body tensing as he thrust in deep—
And then—
A low, wrecked moan tore from his throat as his cock pulsed, his cum spilling hot and thick down your throat.
He held you there, deep, making sure you took every drop, his fingers tight in your hair, his breath heavy as he watched you—your eyes teary, your lips puffy, your throat constricting as you swallowed everything he gave you.
San groaned, his entire body shuddering, his cock twitching one last time before he slowly pulled out, watching as a thin strand of spit and cum connected your lips to his tip.
His thumb wiped it away—only to push it back into your mouth, watching as your tongue flicked against the pad of his finger, as you sucked it in.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice shaky, his thumb stroking against your lip. “You’re so fucking good for me.”
His breathing was still ragged, his body still trembling—but even through his post-orgasm haze, even as his cock twitched from the sheer sensitivity—
His fingers dragged up your body again, slow, deliberate.
And then—
He smirked.
“Now,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous.
“We’re not done yet.”
San’s breath was still shaky, his cock twitching against your skin even as he came down from his high—but fuck, it wasn’t enough.
Not even close.
His fingers twitched against your jaw, his thumb dragging over your spit-slicked lips, his eyes blown wide with hunger as he stared down at you. His body was still on fire, the heat curling deep in his gut, his cock already hardening again despite just having emptied himself down your throat.
His entire body ached with need.
He still wanted more.
And more.
And more.
His breath shuddered as his gaze dropped lower, trailing over your wrecked body, your thighs still trembling from the orgasms he’d already given you. His fingers ghosted over your stomach, down to your dripping heat, his jaw clenching at how soaked you still were.
“You’re so fucking ruined already,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, wrecked.
But his fingers pushed in anyway—two, then three, stretching you open again, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion. Your body arched into him, your breath coming out in a sharp, needy whimper, your walls clenching around his fingers as he started thrusting them in deep, slow.
His free hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wide, his lips parted, his eyes wild as he watched his fingers disappear into you, over and over and over again.
And then—
His cock twitched.
San groaned, his patience snapping all over again.
His fingers left you just as fast as they entered—only to be replaced by his cock, sliding between your folds, the tip smearing his precum along your entrance before he pushed in, slow, deep, stretching you all over again.
A sharp, broken moan tore from your lips, your back arching against the couch, your nails digging into the cushions as he bottomed out in one deep, desperate thrust.
San choked on a moan, his arms trembling as he held himself over you, his head dropping forward, his breath shaky against your skin.
“F-fuck,” he groaned, his voice shaking, his hands tightening on your thighs. “You’re—so tight, baby—so fucking wet—”
And then—
He snapped his hips forward.
A sharp cry ripped from your throat as his cock slammed into you, deep and hard, his grip unrelenting as he held you there, forcing you to take every inch, every pulse of him inside you.
And he didn’t stop.
His pace was brutal, his thrusts fast, his body shuddering with pleasure as he pounded into you, his voice breaking into low, needy moans with every sharp snap of his hips.
“Fucking—shit—” San’s voice was wrecked, his head dropping to your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips so tight they were bound to leave bruises. “Feel so fucking good, baby—feel so tight around me—”
Your moans were shattered, your entire body jerking with the force of his thrusts, your mind already melting from how deep he was, from how ruthlessly he was fucking into you.
And fuck—he was losing himself.
His hands suddenly flipped you, pressing your chest into the couch, his weight caging you beneath him as he thrust back in, his moan ragged, wrecked, completely fucked out.
“You wanted this, huh?” he growled against your ear, his hips snapping against your ass, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you over and over and over again. “Wanted me to fuck you like this? Use you like this?”
Your moan came out choked, your fingers digging into the couch, your body completely fucked out beneath him.
San groaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, his body shaking as his cock twitched inside you, his thrusts growing sloppy, desperate.
“Gonna cum—” His voice was wrecked, his hands trembling against your skin, his pace quickening, snapping into you harder, deeper— “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
His hips jerked, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, his moan shattered as his body shuddered against yours.
But even then—
Even after he’d emptied himself inside you, even after he’d fucked you to the point of exhaustion—
San didn’t stop.
His cock was still hard. His breath was still shaky.
He was still aching for more.
His arms wrapped around you suddenly, flipping you back onto your back, his lips crashing against yours as his cock thrust back into you—
And he groaned, deep and wrecked, his hands gripping your body, his hips rolling into yours again, his body shuddering from the overstimulation, from the sheer desperation consuming him.
San’s body was burning.
Every inch of him was on fire, his skin too hot, his breath too shaky, his cock still throbbing inside you even after he had already cum so hard his vision had blurred.
But it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
His hands were everywhere—gripping, grasping, trembling as they explored every inch of your wrecked, sensitive body. His fingers dug into your hips, dragging you up against him, his breath shuddering as he felt just how soaked you still were, how your slick was dripping down his thighs, how your body trembled beneath him.
And fuck—he needed more.
His lips crashed against your neck, sucking, biting, devouring as his hands spread your thighs wide, his hips grinding against yours, his cock pulsing inside you.
“Shit—” His voice was wrecked, his grip tightening on your body. “You’re so fucking wet, baby—so messy for me—”
And then—
His fingers slid between your legs, pressing against your clit, rubbing fast, sloppy, his cock still deep inside you, stretching you so perfectly you could barely breathe.
Your body jerked, a sharp, broken moan tearing from your throat as his fingers played with you, as his cock twitched inside you, as his breath came out in needy, desperate little gasps.
“Gimme—gimme another one, baby—” His voice was pleading, desperate, his pace quickening, his touch growing rougher, sloppier. “Just one more—fuck, just—please—”
And then—
Your body snapped.
A sharp cry tore from your lips as your orgasm crashed over you again, your thighs trembling, your vision blurring as you gushed all over him, soaking his thighs, his cock, his stomach—everything.
San choked on a moan, his head dropping against your shoulder, his body shuddering as he felt you squirt all over him, felt how wrecked you were, how completely ruined you were beneath him.
And fuck—
He still wasn’t done.
His hands dragged down your body, his fingers trembling as they gripped your thighs, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, shaky, needy—
“Baby, I need—” His voice broke, his breath ragged, his cock twitching inside you. “I need you again—”
His hips snapped forward, deep, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, his hands grasping, clutching, desperate as he fucked into you again, as if he hadn’t already ruined you.
His voice was pleading, his hands shaking, his lips trailing down your skin as he whispered, begged—
“Just one more, baby—just—just one more—”
His skin was burning, his body shaking, his cock aching—but fuck, he still wasn’t satisfied. His lips were glossy with spit, his thighs soaked from how many times you’d already squirted all over him, his breath coming out in needy, ragged little moans as he panted against your skin.
And you?
You were just as wrecked.
Your body was limp beneath him, your voice hoarse from how many times you’d already screamed his name, your legs trembling as he pushed them apart yet again, refusing to let you close up, refusing to let you hide from him.
His fingers gripped your thighs, spreading you wide, his breath shuddering at the sight of your dripping, swollen cunt, slick and messy from everything he’d already done to you.
And fuck—he still wanted more.
His cock throbbed, his mouth watering as he lowered himself between your legs again, his hands grasping, clutching at your thighs, his lips brushing against your soaked heat as his voice came out shaky, wrecked—
“Baby, I need—” His voice broke, his breath hot against your skin. “I need to taste you again—”
And before you could even process it—
His tongue was on you.
A sharp, choked gasp tore from your lips as his mouth latched onto you, his tongue sliding between your folds, his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked, hard.
“San—!” Your voice cracked, your fingers jerking into his hair, tugging, pulling—but he didn’t care. He growled against you, his arms tightening around your thighs, locking you in place as he devoured you, as if he was starving, as if he’d die if he didn’t have you.
And fuck—he was so messy about it.
His tongue was sloppy, wet, licking and lapping at your cunt like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed you more than air itself. Spit and slick were everywhere, coating his lips, dripping down his chin, mixing with the wetness already soaking his thighs.
And fuck, he loved it.
His hands dug into your hips, pulling you against his face, his moans vibrating against your heat, his cock twitching between his legs as he grinded against the couch, so fucking needy, so fucking wrecked just from tasting you.
“San—fuck, fuck—” Your breath was ragged, your fingers clutching at the sheets, your body jerking with every sharp flick of his tongue. “You’re so—so messy—”
San groaned, his hips grinding harder against the couch, his hands shaking as he dragged his tongue down, circling your entrance, his voice coming out slurred, wrecked—
“Can’t—can’t help it, baby—” His tongue pushed in, fucking into you, his moan shattering as he felt you clench around him, as he felt your thighs shake, your body trembling beneath his touch.
And then—
“Gonna make you squirt again,” he murmured, his breath shaky, his tongue pulling out just to be replaced by his fingers, two—then three, stretching you wide, fucking into you deep, his mouth still latched onto your clit, sucking, moaning, ruining you all over again.
Your moans turned shattered, your body jerking, your hands gripping his hair so tight it should’ve hurt—but fuck, he loved it.
And then—
You snapped.
A sharp, choked scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, your body jerking, your back arching as you gushed all over his face, soaking his lips, his chin, his throat.
San moaned, deep and wrecked, his hips twitching, his cock aching as he fucked his fingers into you, forcing more out of you, watching as you dripped down his arms, as your thighs shook, as your entire body gave out beneath him.
But even then—
Even after he had licked you clean, even after he had made you cum so hard you could barely breathe—
San still wasn’t done.
His cock was throbbing, his body aching, his hands gripping your thighs as he flipped you over, his voice ragged, wrecked, pleading—
“Just one more, baby—” His breath was shaky, his cock pressing against your entrance, still soaked with your slick, your juices still dripping down his thighs. “Just—just one more—”
And then—
He slammed into you, hard, deep, his moan breaking as his cock dragged against your oversensitive walls, as your body clenched around him, as he lost himself in you all over again.
And fuck—
He was never stopping.
Your limbs were twitching, your skin burning, your mind completely blank from how many times San had already fucked the breath from your lungs. Your thighs were sticky with slick, your body completely boneless beneath him, your voice hoarse from all the screams he’d already pulled from you.
But San?
San was a wreck.
His body was shaking, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside you, still aching, still so desperate for more. His fingers clutched at your waist, trembling, his lips dragging against your cheek, his breath hot and shaky, his voice coming out wrecked, pleading—
“Baby, please—” His voice broke, his hands shaking as they gripped you tighter, his lips feathering over your jaw, your ear, your throat—begging.
You whimpered, barely able to move, barely able to breathe, your body too sensitive, too wrecked to even process the words properly.
“San—I can’t—” Your voice was shaky, barely even a whisper, your hands weakly pressing against his chest, trying to stop him, trying to make him listen. “I—I can’t take anymore—”
San whined.
A deep, desperate, completely wrecked little sound, his entire body shuddering, his hands gripping you tighter, his lips pressing against your throat, begging, pleading—
“Baby—please—” His voice was strained, so wrecked that he could barely form words, his body so desperate that he was practically vibrating with need. “I need you—fuck, I need to feel you again—”
His hips jerked, his cock twitching inside you, still so hard, still aching for more, still so needy that it physically hurt.
“Just—just let me, baby—” His voice cracked, his breath hot against your skin, his hands still clutching at you, his body still begging even though he already knew your answer.
And then—
His hips pressed in.
Deep.
Slow.
And you gasped, your body jerking, your thighs trembling as he pushed himself inside you again, his cock stretching your already wrecked, overworked walls, making you feel every inch of him, making you take him whether you could handle it or not.
“San—stop—” Your voice broke, a sharp, shaky gasp leaving your lips as your nails dug into his skin, your body twitching from the overwhelming sensitivity.
He didn’t stop.
He couldn’t.
His breath was shaky, his voice cracking, his body shuddering as he buried himself inside you again, whimpering, his hips rolling, his hands gripping your thighs as he forced you to take him.
And fuck—he was crying.
Tears were stinging his eyes, his moans high, wrecked, his body completely losing control as he fucked into you, desperate, starved, whining with every thrust.
“Baby—fuck, I—I can’t stop—” His voice was strained, shaking, his breath ragged as he buried his face into your neck, his hands trembling as he held onto you, as he kept moving, as he kept fucking you even when you were already gone.
Your body jerked, a sharp, choked cry leaving your lips as another orgasm ripped through you, so strong, so shattering that your vision blurred, your body convulsing, your mind blanking out from how fucking wrecked you were.
And he followed right after.
A sharp, wrecked moan broke from his lips as his hips snapped, as his cock throbbed, as he spilled inside you all over again, so deep, so full, his release mixing with the mess already dripping between your thighs.
His entire body shuddered, his breath gasping, his hands clutching at you like he never wanted to let go.
And even after—
Even when his body was completely spent, when he was too wrecked to even move—
San was still inside you.
Still deep, still full, still holding on like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you.
And his voice?
It was weak, whispered, still shaky from everything he had just done.
But it was real.
It was raw.
“Baby…” A deep, shaky breath left him, his lips brushing against your temple, his arms still wrapped around you, still clutching onto you like you were the only thing keeping him sane.
“I—I love you.”
You didn’t know what to say.
Your heart was pounding, your breath shaky, your body still aching in the best possible way—but your mind was a fucking mess.
San wasn’t supposed to say that.
This wasn’t supposed to be love.
This was supposed to be a one-time thing, a secret indulgence, something you’d both pretend never happened in the morning.
But now—
Now, San was looking at you like you meant something.
Like you weren’t just the girl next door who had accidentally drugged him with aphrodisiac cookies.
Like you weren’t just someone he fucked senseless on the living room couch.
Like you were his.
And the worst part?
You wanted to be, badly.
“San…” Your voice was weak, your fingers shaky as they traced over his jaw, your heart twisting in your chest as you looked at him—really looked at him.
His eyes were red-rimmed, still glassy from how hard he had come, his lips were kiss-swollen, his hair was a mess, sticking to his damp forehead.
And he looked so fucking beautiful.
So wrecked.
So vulnerable.
So in love.
And it fucking terrified you.
Because if you let yourself believe it—
If you let yourself have him—
You didn’t think you’d ever be able to let him go.
“…Say it again.”
San’s breath hitched.
His fingers tightened on your waist, his lips parting slightly, his eyes widening just a fraction—
And then, in a voice so soft, so reverent, so raw it sent a fucking shiver down your spine—
“I love you.”
His breath was still shaky, his body still pressed against yours, his fingers still gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear. His heart was pounding, his lips parted, his eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
You could feel everything.
The heat of his skin, the way his chest rose and fell against yours, the way his cock was still inside you, still keeping you full, still reminding you exactly what just happened between you.
But none of that compared to the way he was looking at you.
Like he was afraid of what you’d say.
Like he already knew he had ruined everything.
Like he was begging for you to fix it.
And fuck—
You wanted to.
But you were terrified.
Because this wasn’t just about sex anymore.
This was real.
"Baby…” His voice was barely a whisper, his fingers trembling as he reached for your cheek, his touch so gentle, so careful—like he was scared he’d break you. “Please… say something.”
You swallowed hard, your throat tight, your mind still spinning from everything—the way he had taken you, the way he had begged for you, the way he had said those words like they had been burning in his chest for so fucking long.
And maybe they had been.
Maybe you had just been too blind to see it.
Your lips parted, a shaky breath leaving them, your heart twisting as you met his gaze—those deep, desperate brown eyes, searching yours for something, anything to hold onto.
Your fingers curled into his hair, your chest tightening, your voice small as you finally, finally whispered—
“…You love me?”
San’s breath hitched.
His grip on your waist tightened, his lips parting, his entire body trembling as he swallowed hard, his voice so wrecked, so raw when he answered—
“I do.”
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Just San, stripped bare in front of you, exposed, vulnerable, completely yours.
And something inside you fucking snapped.
Because he meant it.
Because you had wanted this for so fucking long, wanted him for so fucking long—and now, he was right here, saying the words you never thought you’d hear, giving himself to you completely.
And you couldn’t stop yourself.
You grabbed him, your lips crashing into his, your fingers clutching at his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, letting him feel everything you couldn’t say yet.
He broke apart in your arms.
A shaky, wrecked moan slipped from his throat as he melted into you, his hands gripping you like you were the only thing keeping him alive, his body pressing you deeper into the couch, his kiss so needy, so desperate, so full of love that it made your chest ache.
And when he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot against your lips, his voice still shaking—
“Say it back.”
Your heart stopped.
San’s fingers tightened on your waist, his breath ragged, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered again, this time more pleading, more wrecked—
“Baby, please… say it back.”
And you could feel it—
The way his hands shook, the way his body tensed, the way his eyes were glossy with something he was trying so fucking hard to hold back—
The way he needed this more than anything.
And fuck—
You did too.
Your fingers brushed over his cheek, your lips trembling, your heart pounding as you finally, finally let the words slip out—
“I love you.”
A sharp, shuddering breath left him, his lips crashing into yours again, his hands everywhere—on your face, your waist, your thighs—like he was memorizing you, like he never wanted to let go.
“you should never sleep alone, cuz i’ll always take you home. Till there’s nothin left but diamond necklace on you girl.” — sweet dreams, jhope & miguel
pairing: bf! hongjoong x f! reader
after a week of staying with your long distance boyfriend, he just makes it so much harder for you to willingly leave. how much longer would it be until you saw him again?
[warnings]: MDNI 18+!!, smut with a touch of fluff, unprotected sex, shower sex, breast fondling, pet names (baby, pretty), praising, clit play, handjob
word count: 1.1k
You rolled over in bed, being met with your boyfriends sleeping presence. His eyelashes were long enough to be seen as his lips were slightly parted and his brown hair hung over his eyes. You smiled to yourself, a deep feeling in the pit of your stomach as you remembered what day it was.
It was your last day with Hongjoong— physically that is. He was your long distance boyfriend, and your schedules finally aligned to spend a week together. However, it went by quicker than you could grasp and in just hours you’d be back on a flight home. Thousands of miles away from him.
There was no more waking up to his sleeping sounds. No more his arm slowly wrapped around you waist to pull you closer. No more picnics and casual strolls in the park or in the beach. No more moments of cooking together and no “showers to save water.”
You sighed to yourself, bringing your hand up to his cheek to caress it softly as to not disturb his slumber. You were going to miss his touch. You were going to miss everything about him.
You quietly got out of bed and put on your slippers, walking toward the bathroom and closing the door. You took off your clothes, placing them in the bin and turned on the water. You got into the shower, trying to wash away the sad thoughts that plagued your mind.
Was it possible to miss someone who was only in the next room?
“Good morning pretty.”
You jumped as you heard Hongjoong enter the bathroom. His deep groggy voice giving you butterflies as you heard him shuffle about. You figured he was brushing his teeth as the shower curtain kept you from seeing him.
“Mind if I join you?”
You felt your breath hitch at his words, still shy at him seeing your body despite you two being together for about 2 years now. You pulled your head out of the curtain, meeting his naked top half and boxers. Your face flushed red as he ran his hand through his hair and you quickly nodded at his request. He gave you a warm smile, pulling his boxers off and stepping into the shower with you.
Hongjoong went under the water, washing himself up while occasionally switching spots under the water with you. Though he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you— off your body. The water dripping off of your body, your perky tits aching to be touched. He was hungry to have you, just one last time.
You caught his eyes on you, watching them grow dark and heavy as he gave you a small smile. His wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him just enough for his member to brush against your thigh. A low rumble escaped him, his breath brushing by your neck. He pressed his lips against your wet skin, making you turn your head slightly to give him more access.
His hands snaked up your back as he held you, his lips trailing across your skin.
“Fuck, I’ll miss this.” he held your chin, pulling you in for a sensual kiss. “I just wish you could stay.”
His tongue entered your lips slightly as you two kissed, lips growing swollen from how badly you craved each other. His finger rubbed against your nipple softly, making you whimper into his mouth. He rolled it between his thumb and index, a smirk tugging at his lips as he felt you squirm beneath him.
What a tease.
You held onto his cock, pumping it softly in your hand. Hongjoong groaned aloud, throwing his head back as his tip leaked onto your stomach. He groped your tit softly, kneading it in his hand as you motioned your hand in a constant rotation.
“Ugh just like that.” You pulled him in for a kiss once again, pulling on his lip as you sucked it.
“Lemme fuck you, just one more time baby.”
You nodded, letting him turn you as his arm still held on around you. He kissed your wet back, taking small nibbles at your skin and making you flinch slightly. He parted your legs just slightly, running his tip against your folds before pushing it in.
A soft groan escaped his lips as you engulfed him, your aching hole clenching around his size. He pressed you against the wall, your hands gripping at nothing against the tile. He thrusted into you slowly, his lips still pressing on your wet skin. Your soft whimpers filled his ears and his grip on your waist tightened.
“You always take me so well.” he placed a hand against the wall, angling his cock slightly to hit your sweet spot.
“Isn’t that right pretty?”
Hongjoong kissed at your neck, his staggered breath bouncing off of your skin. His thrusts were slow, but still managed to be rough. His hand crawled down your thigh, running between your soaked folds as he rammed into you. He played with your bud, rubbing it in a fast circle motion. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, your moans growing louder as he continued.
“Mmm, you like that? Gonna cum on my cock for me?”
His dark eyes pierced into you, locking eyes with your own as you bottomed out from pleasure. He placed soft kisses against your cheek and jawline, leaving small bite marks wherever he could.
“You’re mine and I’ll make sure everyone at home knows that.”
Hongjoong but at your shoulder, his groans turning into low growls as he continued to fuck you. His pads worked tirelessly at your clit, giving you an overwhelming amount of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he threw his head back, his slow thrusts quickening with every move.
He wanted to be soft and sensual— cherish this moment with you, but it just got harder the longer it went on. You clenched around his member, feeling yourself about to give out under the pressure.
“Gonna fill up so good.” his head leaned against your back, his groans turning into soft whimpers.
“Need you so bad baby.”
It didn’t take long for Hongjoong’s release as a small white ring formed around his cock. He pounded into you as he came down from his high, making your climax rush through. His nails dug into your skin as he slowed, his lips leaving a trail of kisses against your back.
He pulled you off of the wall, hugging you from behind and resting his head against your back. You two stayed like this for a while, not wanting to move as you enjoyed each others warmth.
“Come home soon, yeah?” he mumbled, making your heart feel heavy. “To my home at least. Your real home.”
You laughed to yourself, turning around to meet his now sad eyes. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss.
“You’ll always be my home.”
A smile tugged at Hongjoongs lips as you brushed the wet hair out of his eyes. He admired you, feeling his ears glow red at your touch.
“And you’ll always be mine, pretty.”
💌: when i tell yall i literally wrote this within a span of 2 hours like. I should’ve been sleeping for work but… i’m sure i’ll regret it later. (spoiler, i did) i’m also obsessed with this song after the concert rip
San isn't the type to get jealous easily, and he's certainly not the type to send you shower videos just because you talk too much about Wooyoung's abs.
SUMMARY — you’re San’s little sweetheart, and Mingi needs to be reminded of his place
✯ c.s ft s.mg x fem!reader
✯ stepdad au, dilf au, smut MDNI
✯ 6125 words
✯ stepdad!san, dilf!mingi, stepcest, age gap (10), cheating, san is using her mother for money, daddy kink, dark themes (?), exhibitionism, masturbation (m), voyeurism, oral (m), fingering (f), facefucking, manhandling, facial, dacryphilia, rough sex, pinning/light choking, unprotected piv, subspace (?), creampie, threesome, hair pulling, dacryphilia
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👾 DEE SAYS — don’t like, don’t read !! I get this type thing isn’t for everyone, so please just dni if uncomfortable 💜
SPECIAL THANKS TO @everyonewooeverywhere FOR BETA READING !!
Your relationship with San was anything but simple. It was neither your fault nor his. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.
After a long final year at university, you were happy to be free of your shackles, cruising down the highway with your windows down. Your music blared through the neighbourhood as you approached your childhood home, happy to start the summer after slaving away for your last year.
What you had not expected as you pulled into your mother’s driveway however was both her and her new husband to be standing there.
The man standing beside your mother, smiling like he belonged there, was a stranger. Too young, too handsome, too perfect. And yet, she clung to his arm like they’d known each other forever. Your mother was beaming from ear to ear as she described their supposed whirlwind romance, which had spiralled into a marriage after six months of knowing each other. Her new husband - Choi San - was drop dead-gorgeous and smiling at you like he already knew something you didn’t.
“But don’t worry Y/N, I’m sure you and San are gonna get along just fine! He likes a lot of your sports shit, you know.”
You shifted uncomfortably infront of your car, locking it with a nervous laugh and nod. San shot you a quick, unreadable glance before turning back to your mother, squeezing her arm with practiced ease. Then, with a slow smile, he stepped forward, extending a hand toward you.
“It’s lovely to meet you Y/N, your mother speaks highly of you. I hear you started taekwondo training while away studying?”
Relaxing a little at the mention of your current interest, you nodded happily and took his hand, shaking it firmly. You were fairly certain that he was lying about the way your mother talked about you, though. He had soft hands, and his touch was gentle. You were taking a liking to San already.
“Yeah, yellow belt for now. Nothing too serious, since I only started recently.”
“Yellow belt already?” San mused, head tilted and eyes flicking down your frame before meeting your gaze again. His smile curved just slightly. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, sweetheart.”
Letting go of your hand, San stepped back with an almost smug expression as you attempted to school your face into some sort of nonchalance. Your palms felt clammy, and you prayed San didn’t hear the sharp intake of breath you barely managed to stifle. Why the hell did he have to look at you like that? You forced your expression into something neutral, hoping he couldn’t see the heat creeping up your neck.
Luckily, your mother was too busy fawning over San to notice much, brushing a few hairs away from his cheek before kissing it. Had you been more focused on the exchange, you might’ve seen the way he bristled lightly at the contact, still smiling sweetly regardless. Once you had all finished exchanging pleasantries, it was time to head inside.
As you walked through the empty palace of opulence you called a home, your thoughts drifted to your upbringing. Your mother always carried herself like a woman on a mission; poised, untouchable, like the world owed her something. A ‘philanthropic businesswoman,’ as she liked to call herself, though most people just called her ruthless. And while yes, she was a talented PR agent for some crazy famous clients, she couldn’t keep herself out of trouble a fair majority of the time.
Her first husband, your father, had left after he caught her cheating with the gardener, demanding a paternity test for you. When she refused, he took that as proof of continued infidelity, and cut the both of you off. As a child you simply couldn’t understand how he could leave the people he’d loved for so long, but the older you grew the more you resented that woman. You had your own reasons, of course, but the loss of your father was the initial trigger.
She had always been too busy chasing love and luxury to bother with you. You were so frequently left with nannies that the majority of your school communications would go directly to them, and a plethora of your mother’s lovers would come round without even knowing of your existence.
While she always seemed at least somewhat loving towards you, this was a thinly-veiled act that became apparent as soon as you were capable of critical thought. You spent years of your life assuming she hated you, considered you a burden, so you made sure to stay out of her way and leave home as quickly as possible.
Years of scandal, marriages, and divorces blurred together until, just before you left for your final year of university, your mother dramatically swore off men forever.
Of course, you had assumed she was chatting shit, but a new husband after you’d barely left? And she hadn’t even informed you until that Grecian-esque man waved, smiling warmly at you and shaking your hand. Your mother had always solved problems with her credit card—parenting included. But this? This was a new low.
Now you had to deal with yet another one of her ‘great loves’ waltzing into your life like he belonged there. And yet, San was different. Worse, somehow. Because unlike the others, he didn’t seem interested in playing house—but he wasn’t just a boytoy either.
San was impossible. Never overt, never obvious… but somehow, always there. A glance held a tad too long. A touch that lingered a second too much. Just enough to make you wonder if you were imagining it.
To name a few instances of his insanity:
1. Every morning, like clockwork, San would stroll into the kitchen— shirtless, towel draped over his impossibly broad shoulders.
His joggers hung low, teasing the band of his boxers, and his muscles flexed as he reached into the fridge. He didn’t need to look back at you to know you were staring; he always knew, lips curling into a barely-there smirk before taking a slow sip of his protein shake. You never stuck around long enough to see if he was watching you back.
2. He insisted on helping you brush up on your taekwondo, promising to help you move up a belt in a month.
San always insisted on guiding your actions, making sure your form was correct. While you admittedly did make substantial improvements, this was at the cost of losing your mind whenever he came close to you. The thick musk of sweat and cologne intoxicated your senses, and his uniform always seemed to loosen a little too much, exposing his shining chest.
3. After his daily workout, San prided himself on taking a couple laps in the pool to cool down and release the tension in his muscles.
The few times your mother was home, she’d sit on a recliner, shamelessly salivating over her trophy husband while tanning. It didn’t help that she’d only bought him tight pairs of speedos, all his trunks mysteriously going missing.
He didn’t seem too adverse to the idea though, at least from your position at your bedroom window. One time you swore just for a second that his gaze flicked up to your window, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. A trick of the light, surely. And yet, when he pushed back into the water, his movements seemed slower, more deliberate, as if he knew exactly where your eyes were.
Nothing was certain anymore. You were someone that prided themselves on logic and reasoning, but San seemed to have every single one of your wires crossed.
It was wrong. So wrong. He was your stepfather, your mother’s husband. And yet, late at night, when sleep refused to come, it wasn’t disgust that kept you awake—it was something far worse. But, at least from your fleeting experience with other men that had attempted to fill the role, San didn’t seem too interested in parenting you.
It made sense of course, he was only ten years your senior and had no kids of his own. But then the question arose: what were you to him then? If not stepdaughter, then what was your relationship? Why did he have to look at you like that, while his arm was still encircled around your mother’s waist? Why did you have to hear her egregious moans and shouts almost every night despite some pretty thick walls?
San was confusing you, and you didn’t like it one bit.
The one solace in all this madness was the new people San had brought with him into your life. You’d never had any permanent person to look up to as a kid, but San seemed like he was set to stay for a while. As the two of you got closer, a weird tension still present yet dull and ignored, he began to introduce you to his friends. Surprisingly, one had struck a particular interest in you, and it was readily reciprocated on your behalf.
After all, Song Mingi was truly something else.
Tall and slender, it was a wonder the gentle giant wasn’t on a runway. He had the face of a god, usually donning sunglasses that hid his pretty eyes. A sculpted nose, dazzling white teeth, and plump lips completed his face, his cushiony lips always twisted into a handsome smirk around you. He was confident, and you admired that about him. Plus, his style was killer. But god, the cherry on the top of this beautiful beautiful sundae of a man ??? His voice.
Mingi’s voice was to die for. It was low, sultry, and almost made anything sound sensual. The way your name rolled off his tongue always had you hot and bothered, and he wasn’t ignorant to that fact. Of course, it made complete sense therefore that he had gotten into music and dabbled in voice acting; not only did he sound good, he was a lyrical genius.
Mingi drifted in and out of your life like a storm—his affection fast, intense, yet impossible to hold onto. He came with gifts, stolen kisses, whispered promises, and then, just as quickly, he was gone. Maybe that’s why you liked him. He was safe. Temporary. And every time he returned, it was easier to forget the way San looked at you: unlike San, Mingi never made you question yourself.
While he did try to entice you to come with him on his travels, you had stayed steadfast in your decision to look for work in your city. You wanted to leave home as soon as possible, and the last thing you wanted to do was rely on a man. Mingi understood that, and respected it, yet the older man still made a grand gesture of spoiling you rotten.
"Thank you for the perfume, Mingi! It smells so good!"
Giving you a small nod, Mingi sat down on the couch next to you, setting the rest of your gifts next to the nearby coffee table. Scooping up the box the perfume had been housed, he inspected it with an aloof expression.
"Brought it fresh from Europe just for you, love. Can't remember which country though, maybe France?"
You gave him a happy nod, smiling from ear to ear.
“Eau du parfums are usually from France, hence the name. Says this one originates from Marseille.”
Gently taking the perfume from you, Mingi calmly gestured for your wrist. Unsure but trusting of him, you hesitantly offered it to him, watching with interest as he sprayed two puffs of the liquid on your skin before bringing your wrist to his nose, inhaling deeply.
“Suits you,” he murmured, his voice like warm honey. “You should make this your signature scent.”
His lips hovered just above your pulse point, breath ghosting over your skin. When his eyes flicked up, dark and unreadable, your stomach twisted.
“And french rolls off your tongue like a native speaker, are you sure you’re your mother’s daughter?”
You held the urge to not snort at his overt dig at your mother, a smirk taking over his expression. The sunglasses perched in his hair glinted in the light, and within your own reflection you saw just how flustered he had left you. When Mingi finally pulled his face away from your wrist, you blushed and looked away, his grip still there and setting every nerve on fire.
"I only took a few classes in high school, I’m far from a native speaker."
Your eyes darted back to the box, and simply by the quality of it alone you knew it was outside of your current financial field.
“And that’s quite an expensive brand to make my signature scent.”
Rolling his eyes, Mingi leaned in closer to you, looking at you with such an intensity that you clenched your thighs together.
"Baby girl, I'll buy you whatever your heart desir-"
Before he could finish, the door opened and San walked in, clearly having just finished the phone call he was on. As Mingi reluctantly pulled away, San’s expression darkened. His gaze flicked between the two of you, jaw tightening as he spoke, his tone laced with something sharper than amusement.
"Mingi. Getting cosy with Y/N, I see."
Sliding his phone into his pocket, he took the open seat beside you, wedging you between them. Tense, your voice wavered as you spoke.
“H-Hey, San… How’s Mom’s business trip going?”
San raised an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. His tone was blunt.
"Delayed. She won’t be back until Monday."
You looked at him with slight unease, fixing your posture and turning away from Mingi. San caught onto this movement, and though he said nothing, the smirk tugging at his lips was unmistakable. He stretched his arm along the backrest, the brush of his fingers against your shoulder deliberate. Glancing at his friend, San gave him a once over before leaning in, barely centimetres away from your ear.
"You shouldn’t let strange men into the house, Y/N," he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Who knows what their intentions might be?"
Mingi scoffed, shifting against the armrest, one hand supporting his head.
"She knows I’m a friend, San. Don’t be a prick."
Raising an eyebrow, San raised his head to stare directly at the gentle giant, eyeing him up once again. Then, as if making a point, his arm slid further down, draping over your shoulder in a casual, possessive display of control.
"Oh? And do you know that too?"
You bristled uncomfortably at the exchange currently going on, San almost like a predator staking his claim over his property. But that didn’t make sense, because you were not his. As much as you and San like to play this game of push-and-pull, he hadn’t made a move yet. At least, until now.
Mingi said nothing as San’s hand slid onto your thigh, fingers pressing into soft flesh - firm, deliberate. He didn’t break eye contact. Your mind was at war: one part of you wanted to push him away, the other wanted him to push higher. The added audience only worsened your debacle, especially with the way Mingi’s eyes zeroed in on San’s hand.
Before you could even begin to make a decision, San’s lips brushed against your ear, teeth grazing your sensitive shell.
"I think Mingi needs a reminder, doesn't he, sweetheart?"
You couldn’t resist the temptation, not when San purred in your ear like that.
“C’mon San, leave her-”
“Shut up.”
Pursing his lips, Mingi wasn’t entirely sure why he did as San said. In fact, he wasn’t even sure why he was still here. San had been fixated on you since your mother had shown him a picture of you at university, frantically texting him and the boys about it. His newest con, he’d said, his latest cash cow had come with an added bonus; a pretty little stepdaughter.
While he’d intended to rinse your mother of her money and be on his merry way, you had convinced him to stay around a little longer. He couldn’t resist you, not when you shivered like a lamb whenever he looked at you. And he’d made the others blatantly aware of this fact, lacking any remorse or guilt.
In all honesty, Mingi saw the appeal. You were a sweet young thing, always polite and respectful to him. As you’d grown closer, he loved to push your buttons and watch your reactions, squirmy and flustered from just a little bit of teasing. It’s why he couldn’t heed San’s warnings to back off; you were too irresistible. And now, he’d landed the both of you in hot water.
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap, sweetheart.”
Mingi’s eyes almost bore into you as you shakily lifted up, shifting over a little and planting yourself in San’s lap. He rested his head on your shoulder, smiling at Mingi like the Cheshire Cat as his arm wrapped around your waist. Your head was lowered, avoiding eye contact with the male, shivering slightly as San drew small circles on your stomach.
“Good girl,” he breathed into your skin, tongue dragging along your nape as his free hand tilted your chin to give him further access. You took in a shaky breath, hand bunching the end of your skirt as you let San do as he pleased.
San was still eyeing Mingi up as he began littering your neck with love bites, daring him to speak out. The arm that had been wrapped around your waist trailed up your torso, poking your nipples until they hardened underneath the thin material of your shirt.
You always liked to prance around the house in your slutty little bralettes, perky tits bouncing and nipples clearly visible. He hated how impossibly hard they made him, how fixated he was on pushing you against a counter and groping them. He’d pull on your nipples until they were bruised and sore, slip them into his mouth and suck on them until you were mewling and begging for him to stop in that sweet, honeyed voice of yours.
“My girl’s got such pretty tits - doesn’t she, Min?”
Gulping, Mingi nodded timidly, trying to ignore the way his mouth watered as San began pinching and rolling them through your shirt. When a tiny whimper fell from your mouth, both men’s cocks twitched in excitement. You began shifting in San’s lap, and he groaned into your neck before tightening his grip on your chin, stopping his abuse of your chest.
“Stop grinding on me like a little whore.”
Freezing in his lap, you gave him a tiny nod before finally speaking up.
“Yes Daddy.”
Oh fuck, that was hot. You were into this, and both men couldn’t be happier.
Relaxing into the sofa, Mingi shamelessly palmed at his cock through his jeans, intensely focused on the scene unfolding before him. Pushing you forward a little, San had you bent at the waist, his hand now resting on it. San’s free hand was slipping under your skirt, exposing more and more of your supple flesh to eager eyes.
Soon, the curve of your ass was on full display, soft globes pressed against San’s raging hard on. Biting his lip, Mingi’s nails began to dig into the sofa as San’s finger looped into the thin material of your thong, pulling on it teasingly.
“F-Fuck, Daddy.. please, please…”
Your tone was still as soft as usual, albeit a little strained as San dragged at your thong in a way that rubbed it against your aching pussy. San delighted in the way you quivered against his hand, your waist warm to the touch as he continued his torment.
“What do you need, baby? What do you want Daddy to do?”
“I need you, Daddy. Please, I need you in me.”
It felt almost sinful hearing such depravity fall from your sweet little lips. A sharp inhale was heard from the other side of the sofa, whilst the body behind you stiffened, hand freezing in place. Only when a dissatisfied whine left your mouth did San tighten his grip on your hip, nails digging in slightly before he let you go.
“Bend over the coffee table then, sweetheart. Let me see that sexy ass of yours.”
Shakily clambering off his lap, you gave a quick glance at Mingi as you fell to your knees. His eyes were dark with desire, eyes raking unashamedly over every inch of your form.
When his eyes laid on where your skirt had ridden up, a teasing sliver of your cheeks visible, he gave his cock a squeeze, biting his lip. A cough from behind you reminded you of your instructions, and you laid your front on the coffee table, shaking as you came into contact with the cool marble.
You heard a click of fingers and shuffling, soon met with Mingi in front of your face. As one of his hands entangled in your hair, the other stroking your cheek gently, a firm hand fell to your asscheek, squeezing it tight. You whimpered, looking up at Mingi with tears brimming as San continued to meld your cheeks as he pleased.
“Now baby, Min’s real pent up right now. Can you do Daddy a favour, and stay still for him?”
You nodded, more focused on his hands on your body than his words. Dissatisfied, San gave your ass a painful smack, his wedding ring leaving a painful mark. You yelped out, eyes still on Mingi as he continued to fondle his cock, quietly grunting so as not to interrupt.
“Use your words, Sweetheart.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His palm smoothed over your cheeks, rubbing your skin in an attempt to soothe it.
“Good girl, always such a good girl for me.”
The two men locked eyes for a second, and San nodded at Mingi, spreading your cheeks apart and leaning in as the other fumbled with his belt. The thin lace of your panties did little to protect you against San blowing softly onto your pussy, and you resisted the urge to clench your thighs. Your eyes screwed tightly shut, damp and frustrated from all the teasing as the sound of a zip and rustling clothes came from in front of you.
As San continued to blow onto your poor pussy, you felt the tip of Mingi’s cock poke at your lips. Eyes now watering, you opened them to see Mingi smearing his precum on your face, eyes lidded as he stared down at you.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Open up for me, hm? Let me use that tiny throat of yours.”
Mingi was massive, to say the least. As you parted your lips slightly, tongue darting out to swirl around his slit, you struggled to believe he’d fit all of it down your throat. Unfortunately, Mingi didn’t really care about your inner turmoil, holding you by the chin and gripping your face to force your mouth into an ‘o’ shape.
“I just know you’re gonna take my cock well, baby. Wrap them pretty little lips ‘round me, okay?”
All you could manage was a nod as San pressed a wet kiss to your cunt through your drenched panties, his face buried as he spread your cheeks for further access. With one long drag of his tongue your jaw fell open in a silent cry, giving Mingi the opportunity to fully push into your mouth. You tried to keep yourself from gagging, flattening your tongue and taking deep breaths through your nose.
“Fucking hell,” Mingi panted, grip so tight on your hair your scalp began to burn, “you feel so good, angel.”
Angel, you liked being Mingi’s angel. You would do anything he wanted if he kept calling you that.
San felt the way you clenched at Mingi’s words, slightly pissed that it wasn’t the roughness of his tongue against fabric eliciting such a reaction. Determined to regain control, he grabbed the flimsy material of your thong and tore it apart, pulling it away from your dripping pussy and stuffing it in his pocket.
You gasped around Mingi’s cock, the male’s hips stuttering in response, pushing your head further down until you took him at the hilt. Tears and mascara began to flow, and Mingi had to resist the urge to bust right then and there when you looked up at him, mouth stuffed with his cock.
“Shit, sweetheart. You’re so wet for Daddy.”
San swiped a torturous finger from your clit to your hole, circling it with a feather-like touch before bringing the digit to his lips. Suckling on it hard, he delighted in the way your juices lit his taste buds on fire, eager for more.
Unfortunately, his cock was fit to burst, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
Two fingers now snaked their way back down to your pussy, toying with your clit before slowly sliding into your warm, gummy walls. San had to suppress a groan as you clenched round the digits, moaning onto Mingi’s cock.
The man in front of you was shaking, desperately giving you time to adjust to his cock down your throat. He thought he could do it, allow you to move of your own free will, but he couldn’t take it any longer. Just as your sweet moans reverberated down his dick, Mingi held you by the back of the neck and began thrusting into your mouth.
You tried to breathe, nose buried into his trimmed pubic hair with every thrust, San soon settling into a similar pace. While you wanted nothing more than to cum on your stepdad’s cock, there was no way you could take both men at once. In this sense, you were thankful that San was scissoring your cunt open, giving you time to prepare for a big intrusion.
“Holy shit angel, just like that. You feel like heaven.”
Mingi was clearly flattering you with his description, your mouth doing a whole lot of nothing in your current state. All your effort was being put into not choking on his large cock, sputtering a little each time his tip brushed the back of your throat.
Your moans must’ve been torturous, constantly surrounding him as San curled his fingers into your sweet spot. Had it not been for the table you were gratefully leaning on, and Mingi’s hand tousled in your hair to keep your mouth firmly upright, you’d currently be a mess on the floor right now.
While San wasn’t saying much, completely focusing on the squelch of your cunt as he held one of your cheeks tight, Mingi was a lot more vocal. Shaky groans and low pants filled the room as he allowed himself to succumb to the pleasure. He was close, and you could feel it by the shake in his hand, the stutter in his hips. His grip on you tightened, your hair now taut and paining you, as he hissed and picked up his pace.
“Fuck fuck fuck, holy fuck. Shit angel, I’m so close-”
Just as you could taste the dribbles of his orgasm, Mingi pulled out of your mouth and painted your face white, furiously jerking himself with his bottom lip between his teeth. His head drooped as he rode the wave, slowly working himself down as his chest heaved.
A tentative eye slowly opened, and he was met with your cum-stained face contorting as San forced a third finger inside. Mingi swore he could cum again simply from that sight alone. Beside himself with desire, Mingi leaned down and kissed you voraciously, fingertips snaking into your hair and massaging your pained scalp as he mumbled onto your lips.
“You did so good for me, Angel. Such a good, good girl-”
“Mingi.”
Almost as if he was snapped out of his dreamy haze, Mingi pulled back with a slightly-irritated frown, licking the remnants of the cum you’d transferred to him while staring San down. There was a challenge in the shorter man’s eye, a dare to test him when he was already three fingers deep, and Mingi nearly tried.
But then you mewled, face dropping against the cool marble of the table, cheek pressed on to it as you worked your hips back onto your dearest stepdaddy’s fingers.
Now was not the time to grow some balls.
Sighing, Mingi untangled his hands from your hair and quickly threw himself into a nearby chair, now leisurely stroking his cock. San had made it clear that your pussy was his, and the most Mingi could do was sit back and enjoy. So he did, jerking himself slowly as San leaned over you, his free hand now fisting your hair.
“What a good slut, helping Daddy’s friends like that,” he teased, eyes lighting up in delight when you whined again.
Your pussy clenched in protest as he spread his fingers wide, palm cupping your cunt so you could grind against it, chasing a high that got closer with every second. San was so proud of his girl, taking what he gave you with no complaint.
The perfect little cockwhore.
“Good girls like you deserve a treat, don’t they sweetheart?”
All of a sudden, his hand was gone. Nothing was inside you, and it drove you mad. You tried to snap your head around, ready to protest the orgasm so painfully ripped away, but San was quicker.
He pushed your face back down against the marble, pinning you there as he slowly unbuckled his belt.
“Ah ah ah, don’t act up now. You need to behave still, sweetheart. Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t listen.”
A sweet ‘sorry daddy’ slipped from your lips, and Mingi swore he’d come on the spot. You seemed happy to have San manhandle you as he pleased, lips pouted as you looked up at Mingi. You looked thirsty for his cock down your throat again, despite your now-hoarse moans and whines, and it was doing wonders for him.
Mingi began questioning just how much experience you had, especially with how you began to lick any nearby cum off your face, hungrily eating it while still looking him dead in the eye. You looked like a professional pornstar, ready for her closeup.
San’s tip was brushing your entrance, finally. After months of torment, of teasing, of taboo looks and fleeting touches, you were finally gonna have your stepdad where you needed him most. On your mother’s coffee table… as his friend that you had conflicting feelings for watched it happen. It was dirty, it was depraved - hell, you could probably call it degeneracy. But it was all you wanted, and it was finally happening.
He was being a tease, as usual. Dragging his cock head up and down slowly, tortuously. San’s existence was the most remarkable method of torture god could come up with. Just when you thought he’d finally breech you, give you that sweet satisfaction you’d been craving since you laid eyes on your mother’s boy toy of a husband, he’d pull his tip away and continue its journey up and down.
Had it not been for him pinning you to the table, you had half a mind to reach back and just fucking shove it in yourself, but you could tell San would not take kindly to that. Instead, you grinded pathetically against him, a feeble attempt to entice him inside your sopping cunt.
“Please Daddy, please fuck me,” you whined, hips working around and around as both men watched in awe, successfully managing to get San to halt his teasing,”I need your cock in me Daddy, please fill me with your cum.”
Almost instantaneously, his hand fell from your hair and wrapped around your neck as he slowly guided his cock into you. The stretch had you clawing for purchase on the table, desperate for something, anything to steady yourself with. Glad to see such a visceral reaction, San leaned over you as you gasped and whimpered, his voice sultry like honey being poured into your ears. It was suffocating, almost as if it infiltrated your brain, smoothing over it until all you could hear was him.
“Shit sweetheart, you’re taking Daddy so well. Just a little more, princess.”
Princess. When Mingi had called you angel, it felt genuine. Yet, with San’s hand around your throat and his cock sliding into your wet pussy, it felt condescending. You didn’t know what you liked better, but you were probably a little biased and cockdrunk. A soft cry fell from your lips as he finally bottomed out, thumb rubbing circles into your pulse point as he gave you time to adjust. A luxury, considering how fucked out you already were.
“S-Sannie-!”
As soon as the nickname rolled off your tongue, so raw and desperate, his hips were pistoning into you. He didn’t slowly increase his speed, instead going from 0-100 as you writhed and mewled below him. From in between tears, you could barely make out a blurry Mingi matching San’s pace, let alone bring yourself to focus on him. Your brain was slowly melting out of your ear, reducing you to a slave to desire.
“Shit, baby- you like that? Huh? You like when Daddy fucks you rough?”
“Yes! So good! Fuck, Daddy!”
You were all hot and bothered, probably overheating due to the clothes still on you. San had folded your pleated skirt out of his way, irritated by the material but not bothered enough to remove it. In terms of your shirt, he was only now pushing it up, allowing it to bunch above your chest as he pulled at your bralette until your chest pressed against the marble. Then he pulled out and quickly flipped you before you could complain, pushing back in and burying his face in your chest.
His pace had slowed a little as he allowed himself to feast on your chest, hungrily nipping and suckling at your nipples. It hurt so good, and your fingers curled into his hair. It was overwhelmingly good, to the point that you didn’t even register the tears falling, too busy grinding in time to his thrusts.
“Fffffuck, oh god- ‘m so close, princess.”
San trailed up from your bruised chest to your neck, darkening the love bites he’d left before. He was rutting into you, no specific rhyme or reason to his pace. Inhaling deeply, San relished your sweet smell and your sweeter moans, hands now firmly planted on your waist.
At this point you were lost to ecstasy, floating on cloud nine as the knot in your stomach tightened impossibly tight. Feeling you clench around him, San brushed a few hairs out of your eyes and mumbled sweet nothings into your ear, interrupted by a groan as he neared his own high. Cursing quietly, he gave a few shallow thrusts before pushing deep inside, filling you with his warm seed.
His orgasm triggered your own, especially when paired with his low moans of your name, leaving you shuddering and clinging onto the table for dear life. Still feeling the effects of his high, San hissed slightly as you clamped down on him, nails digging into your sides. Both of you were gasping for air, looking at each other with unbridled desire.
“Sh-shit-!”
You turned just in time to see Mingi spurt in his fist, red in the face and panting slightly to himself. He glanced over at the two of you, clearly still hazy from his orgasm, and gave you both a lazy smile.
Mingi watched happily as San slowly pulled out, his cum dribbling out despite your attempts to keep it all in. Tutting, your stepdad cupped your cheek with one hand, fingering his cum back inside with the other.
“C’mon sweetheart, keep it all in. Your pretty cunt needs to be stuffed, m’kay?”
You shakily nodded, trying not to squirm and moan as he pushed against your sweet spot. Back arching off the coffee table, fresh new tears rolled down your cheeks. San cooed at you, kissing them away softly. Despite his sweet actions, you could feel his cock beginning to harden once more. He had that glint in his eye again, and soon enough he replaced his fingers with his cock.
“Awh, don’t cry, pretty girl. Daddy will keep you nice ‘nd full, yeah?”
Chuckling, he glanced at Mingi and gave him a smug smirk, turning back to you and rubbing torturous circles on your clit.
“Ain’t I lucky to have a little cumslut for a stepdaughter, Min?”
“So lucky, San. You should give her what she wants.”
San’s smirk widened, setting a slow pace and pressing down on your stomach. He watched intently as you keened with a whine, giving him those doe eyes that drove him insane.
“Of course I will, I’ll always give my sweetheart whatever she wants.”
「pairing」 : bf!wooyoung x fem!reader
「word count」 : 5.7k
「synopsis」 : it was supposed to be a cute and sweet date to the corn maze, so how did it turn into cat and mouse chase with your boyfriend? and what was he after? you of course.
「genre」 : smut, horror/thriller, fluff if you squint, dark romance
「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, DARK THEMES!!!, cussing, teasing, dubcon/noncon, crying, wooyoung is just a lil insane, chasing with a knife, wooyoung wears a mask at one point, kissing, sloppy makeout, fingering, clit play, choking, hair pulling, slight bulge kink, spanking, dacryphilia, edging, breast play, slight manhandling, overstimulation, finger sucking, unprotected sex, mean dom!wooyoung x sub!reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, wooyoung is kinda sadistic, petnames (babydoll, babe, baby, little mouse...), derogatory names (slut), slight breath play, begging, knife play, blood play, blood eating, wooyoung is just a nasty freak, biting/marking, rough sex, outside sex, creampie, mentions of wearing a mask in a sexual light at the end, implications of multiple rounds, lmk if I missed anything!!
「notes」 : HAPPY HALLOWEEN BABES!!! 🎃 we can all shout a huge ass thank you to rae for planting this seed into my mind. what she thought was an innocent little thought turned into a huge ass obsession for me. so I gift to you the result of said obsession 🙂↕️ I hope that you all enjoy this and stay spooky, my loves, mwah! 💋
now playing ➻ killing butterflies/lou bliss & dead man runnin'/seulgi
It was almost pitch dark outside, the half-moon being the only source of light in the remote area that Wooyoung had taken you to. He wanted to plan a spooky but cute Halloween date for the both of you since he knew how much you loved the spooky season. However, something about a random corn maze in the middle of nowhere didn’t exactly sit well with you. Sure, you loved horror movies, but you weren’t as stupid as some of the movie characters.
But somehow, someway Wooyoung had managed to drag you out here, although he still has another battle to fight. Getting you out of the car.
“Come on, babe, it's really not that bad. I promise.” He pleaded with you, his hand holding onto yours as he gave you his best puppy dog eyes.
The both of you have been sitting in his car for the past fifteen minutes because you just felt uneasy about being in the middle of nowhere, especially at night. Not to mention that there was barely any lighting, meaning one wrong move, and either of you could get hurt.
“Woo, we literally cannot see a thing out here; we’re gonna get hurt.” You sighed trying your best to not give into his pleading gaze, but you felt your resolve start to crumble when his bottom lip jutted out.
Wooyoung then dropped your hand before turning and reaching back into the backseat floorboards where he had a backpack sitting. Pulling the bag into his lap Wooyoung unzipped it before rummaging around and eventually pulled out a flashlight, a huge grin on his face.
“I bought a flashlight; we’ll be able to see just fine," he told you triumphantly, zipping the bag back up after setting the flashlight down in one of the empty cup holders. You could only let out a defeated sigh, knowing that you weren’t going to be winning this fight. Plus, you were already here, so why not? What’s the worst that can happen?
“Alright, fine.” You nodded your head as you started to unbuckle your seatbelt. Wooyoung let out a loud cheer, causing you to jump before pulling the keys out of the ignition and pushing his door open. A gust of cold wind blew into the car, making you shiver; the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall. Something about all of this just felt off. You couldn’t say what exactly it was, but it was there.
You reached for the door handle, but before your fingers could wrap around the handle, the door flew open, making you gasp softly. Looking up, you found your boyfriend standing there, leaning against the car door, his arm propped on the top and a teasing smirk on his lips. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull you from the car and shut the door behind you.
Standing next to Wooyoung you looked around the area, seeing the corn maze off in the distance. There was an eerie stillness about it, causing a shiver to run down your spine, or maybe that was just the wind. Without the bright sun, it was beyond freezing, the cold wind seeping through your clothes despite the multiple layers of clothing you were wearing. Noticing your discomfort, Wooyoung walked over, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame and holding you close.
You let out a content sigh as you melted into his touch, arms wrapping loosely around his waist, eyes fluttering close as you laid your head on his chest. His warmth instantly ran the cold off, leaving you warm once more.
“You promise that there’s a heater in the middle?” You asked, propping your chin on his chest to look up at him. Even in the dim lighting of the moon, he looked ethereal, and you wanted nothing more than to bite him but refrained from doing so.
Wooyoung smiled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “I promise that you will love what I have waiting in the middle.” He promised, and you nodded, completely missing the sinister gleam in his foxy eyes.
He pulls away from you and grabs your hand before pulling you towards the corn maze. As the two of you walked hand-in-hand, you really started to notice how remote the area really was. If something were to happen, screaming would be pointless because no one would hear you. Goosebumps littered your skin when you heard the sounds of birds squawking off in the distance; that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grew. You trusted Wooyoung, though; you knew that he would never intentionally put you in harm's way, so you just swallowed the lump in your throat and continued to follow after your dark-haired boyfriend.
“Watch your step, babydoll; there’s a hole here.” Wooyoung glanced back at you as he shined the light down onto the floor under him. You grimaced slightly when you noticed how deep it was, and the thought of breaking an ankle because of it made you shiver.
You stepped around it before following closely behind Wooyoung, not wanting to stray too far, seeing as he was the one with the flashlight and you had left your phone in the car. Another gust of wind blew past you, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall, and your lips started to quiver.
“W-Woo, maybe we should just g-go back.” Your teeth clattered as you wrapped yourself around his arm, hoping to pull some of his warmth for yourself again.
Wooyoung glanced down at you with a sympathetic gaze before shrugging one of the backpack straps off and digging around. After a few moments, he pulled out a pair of hand warmers and handed them to you.
“Here, these should help until we get to the middle.” He whispered softly as he made sure you were set before walking towards the entrance of the corn maze.
You followed behind him once more. However, the moment you looked up, you stopped dead in your tracks. The entrance loomed over you as if waiting for the right moment to snap its jaw around you, and the crops looked to be well over a head taller than you. The moon offered no light to the entrance, almost making it look like a portal to another dimension.
You wanted to reach out and grab Wooyoung to tell him that you could just go back to the safety of your apartment and binge-watch all the horror movies you could think of. But he was already a few feet ahead of you, making his way into the maze.
“Wooyoung, wait!” you called out to him as you jogged towards him. Once you were at his side, he glanced down at you with another teasing smirk, making you roll your eyes.
You stayed right at Wooyoung’s side as he navigated the turns that uneasy feeling never going away, and the deeper you got, the more it grew. There were absolutely no landmarks to tell you whether or not you’ve been in that area, only making you even more anxious.
“You do know where we’re going right?” You asked, a hint of panic in your voice as you continued to walk, eyes flickering over to Wooyoung for a moment. Your stomach churned as the cool wind blew all around you, making the crops sway.
A loud squawk made you jump, latching yourself to Wooyoung’s arm, causing the male to burst out laughing. You glared up at him before slapping his chest, causing him to jump this time and look down at you with a cheeky smile. However, in the dim lighting, it made it look far more sinister, only making your heart race more.
“Ya know, for someone who loves horror movies, you sure are jumpy.” He teased, poking your side, and you slapped his hand away. Your heart was still hammering under your ribcage as you held onto Wooyoung’s arm tightly.
“I like to watch them, Woo, not become a part of one," you told him, sas tainting your tone, and he shook his head.
Your eyes continued to scan your surroundings as the two of you walked even deeper into the maze. Glancing back at the way you came, you weren’t too sure if you would even be able to find your way back out. Your heart continued to thump erratically in your chest as the unease crept back in, sinking its claws deeper and deeper until you were almost ready to tell Wooyoung to forget about this whole thing.
Just as you were about to open your mouth, Wooyoung stopped in his tracks, his hands patting down his pockets. You released his arm to let him look for whatever it was he was searching for, but never straying too far. He cursed under his breath before looking over at you and holding out the flashlight.
“Hold this for a second," he said. You quickly grabbed it and pointed down at the ground, where he crouched down, his backpack now in his hands.
Your lips curled inward as you watched him, wondering what it was that he was looking for. The both of you had agreed to leave your phones in the car to just enjoy each other's company so you weren’t too sure. Then the sound of a twig snapping and shuffling from behind you made your body freeze before turning to shine the light in the direction you heard the noises from, completely forgetting about Wooyoung for a second. Your heart started to race as you tried to look between the tall stalks of corn, but you couldn’t see a thing. Swallowing thickly, you continued to look, wanting to make sure that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and not something you should actually be worried about.
“Woo, did you hear that?” Your voice shook as you called out to your boyfriend; however, when you didn’t receive a response, your blood ran cold.
Spinning back around, you found the spot where Wooyoung once stood was empty, and he was nowhere to be seen. Your breathing started to grow rapidly as you whipped around in every direction, trying to find your boyfriend.
“Wooyoung, if this is one of your pranks, it’s not funny.” You called out, tears burning your eyes as your hands shook.
The air around you started to grow heavy as you tried to retrace your steps, thinking that he was hiding around one of the bends, waiting for the perfect time to jump out and scare you. You held back tears as the wind blew around you, blowing your hair into your face. Then suddenly, the flashlight started to flicker, and your heart dropped.
“No, no, no, no, you stupid thing.” You cried as you smacked the palm of your hand with the flashlight, hoping to steady the light, but it was no use as it shut off completely. Leaving you in complete darkness.
Your heart started to beat erratically as you tried to get the stupid thing to turn back on, tears dripping from your eyelashes, “please turn back on.” Pleas and cries fell from your lips as you desperately tried to get the flashlight to work once more.
The hairs on the back of your neck rose as your body went rigid when you felt a presence behind you. Your brain was yelling at you to run and get as far away as possible, but your legs were glued to the ground, unable to move.
“Run.” A voice spoke right into your ear, making you scream, and more tears spilled from your eyes. Before your mind could register it, your legs were moving you deeper into the maze, running around the bends and narrowly dodging some of the looming corn stalks.
Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as you ran until you ended up in a dead end, causing you to cry out, hands shaking violently.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You screamed, turning to go back the way you came, but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw someone standing there.
Your ears started to ring, feet shuffling away as your eyes landed on the mask they were wearing. It was a Japanese Oni mask. Your fingers tightened around the flashlight as you backed away, a small scream leaving your lip when you stumbled and they started to walk towards you. That’s when you noticed the moonlight gleaming off of an object in their hand, and your blood ran cold.
They were holding a knife.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you stumbled back until you felt the corn stalks at your back, meaning you had nowhere else to go. Tears continued to fall from the corner of your eyes as you watched them get closer until they stopped.
“I wanna play a little game…” They finally spoke, causing you to flinch, the mask muffling their voice, making it hard to disconcert who it was. You didn’t say a word as you watched them bring the knife up, head turned to look at it before snapping back to you. “A game of tag, hmm.” They hummed as they moved even closer to you, almost within an arm's reach. Your body then froze, jaw tight as they brought the knife up to your face, the point dangerously close to your cheek. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start, but…” Their hand wrapped around your throat before you could even blink, a gasp falling from your lips as they brought you closer to them. “If I catch you, then I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.”
Your heart started to hammer in your chest as you realized that this was just some sick and twisted game, but it was the only way you could get out alive. Or so you thought, at least. Just then, the wind blew, and the scent of a familiar cologne washed over your senses, causing your body to go rigid.
“W-Wooyoung?” Your eyes went wind, hands wrapping around his wrist.
Under the mask, a deep chuckle could be heard, his grip growing tighter, but just enough to make you whimper. He stayed silent for a moment longer, gauging your reaction and loving the fear and confusion in your eyes.
“What do you say babydoll?” The use of his normal pet name for you made your stomach churn, and some of the fear started to fade away. You swallowed thickly, looking at him with wide eyes, but the words wouldn’t leave your tongue. “Wanna play a game?”
His voice dropped an octave causing your mind to swirl, lighting a fire in the pit of your stomach. However, fear starts to etch itself into your skin once more. A part of you wanted to yell at him that this little joke of his wasn’t funny and that you wanted to go home. The other part of you wanted to know what he was going to do, curiosity getting the better of you.
“Now…” He released your neck, allowing you to breathe properly, and stepped to the side, “Run along little mouse.”
You didn’t even think twice before you took off running once more, not bothering to look behind you. Even as fear coursed through your veins, you couldn’t help but also feel excited; something about it made your stomach flutter.
You tried to remember which way you came from, hoping that maybe if you got to the car, you would win Wooyoung’s little game. Yet you were sure it wasn’t that simple because finding your way out seemed almost impossible as you rounded another corner. Everything in this damn maze looked the same, and it infuriated you, tears streaming down your face.
The area around you was quiet, and it gave you a bad feeling, seeing as you were sure that ten seconds had already passed. However, glancing over your shoulder you didn’t see any sign of your masked boyfriend. You weren’t sure whether to be worried or relieved, but you did know that you weren’t going to stop.
A cry of relief fell from your lips when the flashlight finally kicked back on, allowing you to see the path in front of you. Using the light, you navigated through the maze; the cold no longer bothers you due to adrenaline. Tears continued to silently drip from your eyelashes as you rounded yet another corner, but this time you stopped short when you noticed a lantern sitting in the middle of an opening. Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest as you moved closer.
‘Maybe this is the center…?’ You thought to yourself as you took careful steps, unsure of what could be lying beyond the threshold. With each step, you started to feel more and more uneasy, a voice in the back of your mind screaming danger.
The sound of a twig snapping behind you made you turn around, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach, and a scream erupted from your lips. Wooyoung was standing mere inches away, no longer wearing the mask, and a sinister smirk playing on his lips. He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your screams as you fought against his hold, forcing you down to the ground.
“I caught you babydoll. You lose.” He chuckled, making you lay flat on the ground, his hand still firmly placed over your mouth. You tried to use your hands to push him off, muffled screams echoing in the dimly lit area. “Scream all you want, but no one is gonna hear you.” His voice taunted you as he grabbed both of your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head, “Now, are you gonna be a good girl and take your punishment, or are we gonna have to do this the hard way?” He asked, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he stared down at you.
Your heart was hammering against your ribs as you stared up at him with misty eyes, fear settling into your bones. Fighting against his hold was pointless; he was too strong—he was always too strong. So you stopped trying, causing Wooyoung to smirk, moving his hands from your mouth, watching in sick amusement as your lips trembled.
“Good girl.” He cooed, leaning closer to your face. Your eyes fluttered as his warm breath washed over your face. His free hand then moved down to your neck, fingers tracing your jugular, leaving behind goosebumps in their wake.
“W-Woo…” Your voice shook as you called out to him, eyes opening once more to find his dark orbs already on you. The way his gaze bore into you left you squirming underneath him, and despite the fear that had its claws sunk into your brain, there was a burning desire in your gut.
“Shhh, little mouse.” He ghosted his lips over yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, awaiting his kiss, but it never came. Wooyoung pulled away from you, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he watched you chase after him, but you could only move so far with his hold on you. The smirk then dropped from his lip before his hand wrapped around your throat, causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips, eyes flying open. “You lost the game, now I get to claim my prize.”
Then, in the blink of an eye, he released your wrists and flipped you over onto your stomach. You tried to turn your head to look at him, but he was quick to grab the back of your neck and held you down in place. His free hand then trailed down your back before he looped his fingers around the waistband of your bottoms and tugged harshly.
“Woo, wait!” You cried out, not ready for the cold to bite at your bare skin as he peeled your pants from your body, a gasp leaving your lips from the sudden chill. The ground was rough against your bare legs as you squirmed in his hold until a stinging pain erupted from your ass.
“Stop moving,” Wooyoung growled, his hand pressing flat on the small of your back, halting all of your movements.
Tears stung in your eyes as you bit your lip, trying to keep from letting any noises slip. The burning sensation was soothed by the cold wind, but it didn’t last long when he delivered a few more sharp smacks to the plump flesh of your ass. Small cries and whimpers left your lips every time his hand came into contact with your skin until he stopped squeezing your ass. His fingers then moved down to your thighs, pulling your legs apart despite your protests.
“You’re such a dirty slut, look at how wet you are.” He taunted you, his fingers dipping between your folds. Your legs snapped shut around his hand when he brushed over your aching clit, this action only angering the dark-haired male. A cry tore from your lips when he slapped your thigh, tears dripping from your eyelashes. “Keep your legs open.” The growl in his voice only left you dripping more with arousal.
“Woo–”
“Shut up and spread your legs.” He demanded, his fingers around your neck tightening, making you whine. A part of you screamed at you to go against him, but the other, louder part of you told you to just listen, and maybe he’ll go easy on you. So you did as told, spreading your legs and allowing his hand to slip back down to your drenched core. “I told you I wasn’t gonna be nice if I caught you, babydoll.”
Without any warning, he plunged his finger into you, a loud moan falling from your lips as he fucked his digit into you at a merciless pace. You then slapped your hands over your mouth to muffle your moans, causing Wooyoung to chuckle darkly.
“I already told you no one can hear you out here.” He whispered as he leaned down to brush his lips against your ear. You let out another cry of his name when he added a second finger into your soaping heat, scissoring you open.
“Fuck!” You cried out, pleasure washing over your entire being as he continued to roughly fuck his fingers into you. White spots started to dance across your vision as your high crept closer, and because of the hold he had on your neck, making it hard to breathe properly, too.
Just as your high was about to crash down on you, Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, leaving you high and dry. You started to protest but were quickly silenced when he spanked you once again. You gasped at the stinging pain, fingers curling into fists.
His hand holding the back of your neck released its grip, allowing you to breathe properly. However, he combed his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful. He pulled you up by your hair, causing you to cry out. Your hands flew back to grab his wrist as tears spilled from your eyes. Once you were on your knees, he pulled your head back until you were looking up at him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about having you like this.” He smirked, taking in the state that you were in. Tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, some specks of dirt from the ground were smeared on your cheek and jaw, and god, did you look good like this. Then a dark, sinister gleam covered his iris’.
Your breath hitched in your throat when he brought something to your face. The sharp point of the knife he had earlier traced your jawline; one wrong move, and he would break the skin. You kept completely still as he brought it down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“I wonder how pretty you would look covered in blood,” He tilted his head, watching your wide eyes swim with fear. A gasp broke through your lips when he pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, the blade easily breaking the skin.
Wooyoung watched with a borderline insane smile as your sweet cherry-red blood seeped from the small wound. He watched it as it ran down your skin until it soaked into your clothes, and his smile dropped, annoyed.
You wouldn’t openly admit it, but there was something exciting about him using the knife against you. The thrill that coursed through your veins was unlike anything you’ve felt before, and you couldn’t help but want more.
The fear you felt before was almost completely gone as you looked at Wooyoung, lust pooling in your blown-out pupils. Your hands then released his wrist before moving shakily to your coat zipper, slowly unzipping it as his eyes watched you closely.
Once your jacket was off Wooyoung wasted no time in hooking the knife under the thin fabric of your shirt before pulling. You gasped when the sounds of your shirt ripping were heard, and the now tattered shirt was split, leaving you in just your bra.
“C’mere.” He growled, tugging you into his lap which you complied, your hands moving to his shoulders. He then tugged your head back once more, moving his tongue along your smooth skin, collecting your crimson blood in his mouth before biting down harshly, making you cry out.
“W-Woo– fuck!” Your fingers tightened around his shoulders as he continued to bite and suck on your neck.
The pressure between your thighs was almost unbearable, and your hips unconsciously rolled against his, resulting in a deep groan. Wooyoung dropped the knife before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting your breasts spill from their confinement.
“Look at you, already so fucked out, and I haven’t done much of anything.” He mocked you, taking in the fucked out expression on your face. His hand then fell to your hip, halting your movements, and you let out a whine. “You wanna cum so badly, then work for it slut.” His voice was low as he released your hair, letting your neck relax.
“Woo…” You whined, but your hips rocked against his nonetheless, the rough fabric of his jeans felt delicious against your aching clit. Spreading your legs a bit more, you fully pressed your hips against his, chasing your high, all while Wooyoung watched with a smug smile.
A gasp fell from your parted lips when he latched his mouth to your breast, nipping at your little bud. A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation, your mind turning to mush as he played with your boobs while you rutted your hips against his.
You could taste your high on the tip of your tongue, and you picked up your pace, needing just a little bit more to finally push you over the edge. However, just before your high came crashing down Wooyoung pulled you off of his lap.
“Woo–”
“Aww, is my little mouse getting frustrated?” He cooed at you, and you wanted to smack him, but you couldn’t even raise your hand before he had you flipped back around. You were on your hands and knees, hips hanging in the air while Wooyoung pressed against your back until your chest was flat against the ground. “Don’t worry, babydoll, you’ll get what you want in no time.”
You turned your head to look back at him, but just like before, he grabbed the back of your neck, halting your movements. Then you heard the sound of his zipper before your body went stiff as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your weeping cunt. Mewls and moans fell from your lips as he teased your slit, and he was soaking in all of your little noises, thriving off of them even.
“Woo, please!" you cried out. The pressure was unbearable, and you needed him to relieve it. Yet he was just toying with you, enjoying the way tears started to fall from your eyes once more.
“Since my babydoll is asking so nicely, who am I to say no? But don’t tell me you can’t handle it.” Wooyoung said before pushing his dick into you all at once, causing a choked moan to tear through your lungs.
He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he pulled out and slammed back into you, keeping the brutal pace. Tears blurred your vision as you tried your best to keep up with him, but it was futile. With every thrust, his tip would kiss your cervix, making you see stars.
“Fuck you’re squeezing me too tight.” He growled, free hand holding onto your hip for leverage as he fucked into you, your slick making it easier for him to move.
All that left your lips were moans and cries of Wooyoung’s name, your body becoming unbelievably warm. He chuckled as he watched you lose yourself entirely, but a cocky smirk spread on his lips when he noticed your hips moving back to meet him halfway.
He slowed his movements, “Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
You mewled as your hips picked up pace, trying to create the kind of friction he was, but it was no use. Pleas spewed from your lips as you started to grow frustrated, and Wooyoung just watched in twisted amusement.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he released your neck and grabbed your hair once more, tugging you up until your back met his chest. You cried out when he started fucking into you ruthlessly once more, the new angle allowing him to hit your sweet spot.
“Fuck!” You cursed, eyes rolling back when he moved one hand down to toy with your puffy clit. Your legs shook violently and stars danced across your vision when you felt the knot in your stomach tightened to an unbelievable level.
Your volume only grew louder the more he played with your body, and tears soaked your face. They were quieted, however, when Wooyoung shoved his middle and index fingers in your mouth, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You’re so noisy, baby.”
You wrapped your plump lips around his fingers, tongue dancing along his skin as he continued to fuck into your soaping cunt. He chuckled darkly as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, making you squirm.
“God you don’t have a clue what you do to me.” Wooyoung growled as he moved his hand from your clit to your stomach, “this…” he groaned, pressing down on the visible bulge of his cock on your stomach, “this, little mouse, is only part of what you do to me.”
You moaned around his fingers the more he pressed down on your stomach, making you feel every inch of his cock as he fucked you. The pleasure was making your brain spiral the closer you got to your climax. You wanted to beg him to not stop to let you cum, but his fingers muffled all of your words.
“Are you gonna cum babydoll?” He cooed in your ear, and you nodded, eyes squeezing shut and pushing more tears out.
You felt so close, but this one felt different than your other ones. Your body felt like it was on fire and was about to explode in a matter of seconds. His hand then moved back down to your clit, and you didn’t even get a chance to warn him when your orgasm washed over you.
A loud muffled moan erupted from your lungs as you squirted everywhere, coating Wooyoung’s fingers and clit.
“Holy fuck.” He groaned, watching you fall apart on his cock.
Your whole body trembled as Wooyoung continued to fuck you through your orgasm, but his pace never stopped. His hips snapped into your with more fever as he started to chase his own high and threw you into overstimulation in the process.
He pulled his fingers from your mouth and wrapped them around your neck as you turned your head towards him. His lips then found yours in a sloppy kiss, saliva spilled from your lips. You cried out when he started toying with your clit once more, but your noises were quickly swallowed by his mouth when he sealed your lips with his again.
With a few more sharp thrusts, he buried himself in your cunt, spilling his seed deep into your womb. The warm sensation triggered another orgasm from you, and he let out a high-pitched groan as you milked him for all of his worth.
“Shit, baby.” He whined as your cunt continued to flutter around his sensitive cock, his hold on your body tight. The air was silent as the both of you caught your breath, soaking in each other’s warmth.
Wooyoung let go of your neck, wrapping his arms around your midsection and burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your shaky hand came up to run your fingers through his sweat locks, and you laughed softly when you felt him shudder against you.
“You look like you enjoyed that, "you teased him, and he just chuckled before pulling away, staring at you through his eyelashes. The gleam in his eyes made you swallow thickly, already knowing what it meant.
“I could say that to you too, but you can only blame yourself, really.” He teased, pressing feather-light kisses along your bare shoulder and neck, “You were the one that said it’d be hot to get chased and fucked by a masked man.”
“I didn’t expect you to take it seriously!” You exclaimed, looking back at him with wide eyes, and he just smirked.
“Oh, I take everything seriously, especially when it comes to you, babydoll.” His voice dropped an octave, his hands starting to wander your body once more. “Now, why don’t we try it with the mask on, hmm?” Your body shivered at the thought of him fucking you with the mask, and he could tell when you tightened around his half-hard cock. He chuckled, nipping at your skin with a sinister gleam in his eyes. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
He didn’t waste a second before flipping you onto your back, grabbing the oni mask he was wearing earlier, and slipping it over his face. It was safe to say that you had a very long night in that corn maze, and you couldn’t walk correctly for a few days afterward, but all in all, it was worth it.
Even if you thought you were going to be murdered in the beginning.
@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work
「pairing」 : wooyoung x fem!reader
「word count」 : 3.7k
「synopsis」 : you started to notice changes in wooyoung's behavior, it was as if he was avoiding you entirely. he was going into a rut and kept trying to push you away, but you'd be dammed if you'd let him go through it alone.
「genre」 : hybrid!au, fox hybrid!wooyoung, human!reader, a small bit of fluff, smut (honestly just pure filth I'm ngl)
「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, wooyoung goes into his rut (obvi.), clit play, unprotected sex, dom!wooyoung x sub!reader, big dick!wooyoung, rough and messy sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, messy makeout, petnames (baby, babydoll, sweetheart, pup...), biting/marking, licking, blood, slight degradation and praising, EXTREAM breeding, possessiveness, manhandling, dumbification, subspace mentioned, dirty talk, derogatory names (cocksleeve), knotting, creampie, slight cockwarming, reader does say no but only because of pleasure (everything is consensual!), hair pulling, choking, slight breath play, dacryphilia, begging, slight pain kink, forced orgasm, lmk if I missed anything!!
「notes」 : I may or may not have gone just a little stir-crazy with this one 🤓☝ I just started writing, and my fingers wouldn't stop... but here is an additional part for all of those who wanted another fic with fox hybrid!wooyoung!! I hope you enjoy lovelies!
You sat at the kitchen table with a warm cup of tea in your hands as you watched the doorway, a distant look in your eyes. Wooyoung had been acting weird for the past week. It started with him not wanting to be within a certain distance of you, to avoid you at all costs. He even stopped sleeping in the bedroom with you and would lock himself in the guest room without so much as a word. You had tried to talk to him and ask if there was anything wrong, but he would brush you off, saying he was fine.
It was some time after twelve that you saw him creep into the dining room, his fuzzy ears twitching as he looked around. As soon as his eyes met yours, he quickly averted his gaze, trying to push down the overwhelming heat that was building in his gut.
“There’s food on the stove.” You told him, trying to offer him a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Thanks.” Wooyoung felt horrible that he was treating you like this but he’s never dealt with a rut when he was around another person, much less a human or someone he loved dearly. He was worried that he would scare you off.
You let out a deep sigh when he disappeared through the kitchen door. You wanted to understand what was going on, but he was making it hard when he wouldn’t even speak more than two words to you. Setting your now lukewarm tea down on the table, you pulled your phone from the pocket of your cardigan. You were determined to determine what was going on, whether or not he’d tell you.
Wooyoung slipped past you once more with a bottle of water in his hand, his gaze filled with guilt when you wouldn’t even look up at him. Swallowing thickly, he walked out of the dining room and made his way back to the guest room, where he would lock himself in for the next few days.
Opening your phone you went to the first person that you could think of that might have the answers you’re looking for. Hitting the green button you placed the phone against your ear, listening to the rings. After the third ring you heard the line connect before her voice flowed through the speaker.
“Hello?”
“Hey Leila, it’s y/n.” You greeted her with a smile; it had been a while since you’d heard her voice.
“Y/n! How are you?” Leila asked, a chirp in her voice as you heard her rustling from the other side of the phone.
“I’m… okay. I actually had a question.”
“Is everything okay? It’s not the hunters again, is it?” She asked a sense of urgency in her tone to which you quickly reassured her that it wasn’t the hunters, that they hadn’t shown their faces in a while.
“It’s actually Wooyoung.” You started to explain to her everything that had been happening for the last week, and by the time you were done, she had let out a short burst of giggles. Confused, your eyebrows scrunched together, “What’s so funny? I’m actually worried something might be wrong, and I want to help.”
“Babe… he’s starting his rut.” Her words left you stunned because why hadn’t that crossed your mind? But what stunned you even more were the new few words that left her lips, “If you really want to help, the best you can do is offer yourself to him.”
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Later that night, after getting out of the shower, you walked into your room with your towel wrapped tightly around your body. Just as you were about to grab your shirt, you heard a loud bang from the other room. Panic filled your veins, and you completely forgot about your clothes and darted out of your room.
“Wooyoung, are you okay?” Your voice shook as you knocked rapidly on the guest bedroom door, but there was no response. Listening carefully, you could hear his labored breathing from the other side, which only caused you to worry even more. “Wooyoung, open the door.”
“Go away, y/n.” His voice was stern, but you could still hear the pain underneath. He had to have been fighting this off for a while now and it made you feel guilty that you didn’t notice before.
“I just wanna help Woo.” Your tone softened as you wrapped your fingers around the doorknob, but you knew right away it was locked when it wouldn’t budge.
“You can’t help me; just go back to– ugh!” He was cut off by a groan, and you acted quickly, rushing back to your room to grab the spare key before going back to the door.
“Stop being so stubborn, and let me help!” You scold the boy through the door as you knock, wanting to give him a chance to open it himself before you barged in. However, he didn’t give you a response, but you could hear his low growls. “You have three seconds to open this door before I open it myself.” You tried to sound authoritative, but there was still a slight tremor in your voice from the worry that was digging its claws into your spine.
You heard him grumble something from inside the room but couldn’t quite make it out. Giving him a few more moments, you started to insert the key into the keyhole.
“One.”
“Stop, y/n, I don’t want to hurt you.” You could hear the pain in his voice before the sound of another crash was heard, causing you to jump.
“You’re not going to hurt me, Woo. I trust you.” There was a softness in your tone that lured the fox to the door, his hand resting on the doorknob as he fought his inner turmoil. What if he really did hurt you? Would you forgive him? What if he scared you away? He didn’t think he would be able to live with himself if he did, but– “Please, Wooyoung.”
At the pleading tone in your voice, the last bit of his willpower faded away, and he unlocked the door before tearing it open.
A gasp fell from your lips when he appeared in front of you. His raven hair was a mess, and his ears sat flat on his head as if he were awaiting your lecture. His eyes were trained on your face, a small scowl resting upon his features, but despite all of that, you reached forward, cupping his cheek in your hand.
“God, you’re burning up.” Your voice was soft, your thumb brushing under the skin of his eye. Wooyoung closed his eyes, a low purr emitting from his throat from your touch. Until another sudden wave of heat rushed over his body, and he doubled over.
You cried out his name before rushing to his side, worried that this might just be something more than his rut. Yet when he raised his head, you almost had to step back from the borderline predatory gleam in his eyes. That was also when he noticed that you were in nothing but a plain white towel that barely reached mid-thigh.
Inhaling deeply, you moved closer to him as he rose back up, his eyes never leaving your form. With shaky hands, you reached down for his hand before bringing it up to your neck. Wooyoung’s pupils dilated as he felt your quickened pulse under his fingertips, almost salivating at the thought of biting into your skin. Marking you officially as his and his alone.
“I want to help Youngie.” The slight whine in your tone caused him to let out a low growl before his fingers wrapped around the delicate skin of your neck, pulling you closer to him. A choked whimper fell from your lips as you looked up at him, fingers lazily wrapping around his wrist but making no move to pull him away.
His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation, but all he saw was unbridled lust and need. Leaning his head down just far enough to let his nose bump against yours, he spoke in a low, growly tone.
“Are you sure? Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. No matter how much you beg.” His words send a shiver down your spine. The simple thought of him being so lost in his animalistic pleasure to the point where he’s completely ruining you made your core ache.
You bring your face just centimeters away from his, looking deep into his hooded eyes, “Ruin me then, Woo.”
Those words were the straw that broke the camel's back. His lips surged forward, crashing into yours at a bruising speed. He was moving so quickly that you could barely keep up with him, even as he released your neck.
“Woo…” You breathed out as he snatched the towel from your body, letting the cool air of the room nip at your bare skin. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. His nose pressed right against your jugular as he inhaled deeply, fingers tracing the curves of your body until he got to your hip.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” He growled against your skin as he moved further down, cupping your bare heat in the palm of his hand. A small whimper fell from your lips as he parted your folds, tracing his fingertips along your slit before pressing down on your clit. “Oh, you’re already soaked, babydoll. Does the thought of me ravishing your body turn you on so much?”
“Woo– fuck! Please.” You begged the fox, staring up at him with needy eyes, causing his dick to twitch in his pants, the last bit of his sanity slowly melting away.
Without so much as a word, he lifted your body from the ground before walking over to the bed and throwing you down onto the soft mattress. As soon as your back hit the mattress, Wooyoung was all over you, slotted right between your thighs. His lips traced every curve of your body, licking, nipping, and marking any part of your skin he could reach until you were withering underneath him.
“Youngie.” You whined, fingers threading through his soft locks until you met with the base of his ears. A low growl seeped from his throat as you gently tugged on one of his ears.
“I need to be in you, babydoll. I need to fuck your slutty little cunt until you’re filled to the brim with my seed. Until I’ve bred you properly.” His words came out in a low tone as he bit at your collarbone, slightly harder than before, nearly drawing blood. The sweet sound of your whimper went straight to his cock that was straining against his sweats.
His words left your mind spiraling. The thought of being so full of just him had your aching cunt clenching around nothing. A soft moan fell from your mouth as you pulled him back up to your swollen lips, sealing them with his in a hungry kiss.
“Yours.” You breathed out, eyes half-lidded as he pulled away, “All yours, Woo, please.”
It was then that the last bit of his sanity flew right out the window, his instincts fully taking over as he quite literally ripped his clothes from his body. Your aching cunt quivered at the sight of his throbbing cock, standing proudly against his lower stomach.
“Gonna fuck you so good.” He growled as he took his cock into his hand, using his precum to slide up and down the length. “Everyone will know you’re mine. All mine.”
You barely had time to process what was happening as he grabbed your legs right behind your knees, pushing them up against your chest before you felt him probing at your entrance. A choked moan fell from your lips as he pushed into your needy cunt, his eyes watching as you swallowed his dick whole before he pulled back out.
“W-Woo–” You were cut off by a loud cry when he thrust back into you with an unimaginable force, nearly sending your mind into orbit.
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He repeated to word like a mantra as he fucked into your tight cunt, barely leaving you any room to breathe. He pressed down on your legs even more until you were damn near folded in half, the smooth tip of his cock pressing right against that spongy spot in your cunt with every thrust.
Tears were streaming down the sides of your face as you tried your best to keep up with his pace, fingers curled into the sheets. A broken mixture of curses and his name rolled off of your tongue, eyes rolling back as you become overtaken with pleasure.
“Your body was made just for me.” Wooyoung groaned, leaning down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing together as he continued to fuck into your tight hole. “Perfect for carrying my kits.”
You clenched around him as he spoke those dirty words against your lips, swallowing all of your pretty noises. His nails dug into your thighs until they broke the skin, a trail of crimson blood flowing down the side of your leg before dripping onto the sheets. The mixture of pain and pleasure suddenly had you toppling over the edge, your back arching off the bed as a loud moan tore through your throat.
A deep animalistic growl reverberated from Wooyoung’s chest as he fucked you through your high, but never slowing down. Stars danced across your vision as he seemed to pick up the pace, his thrust growing even more harsh.
“W-Wooyoung!” You nearly screamed when his lips latched onto your neck, teeth nipping at your skin. There was no way that you were going to come out of this without any bitemarks, but you weren’t really in the right state of mind to complain.
Your hands flew to his back as soon as he latched onto the junction of your neck, his canines sinking deep into your skin. A sharp cry fell from your lips at the stinging sensation before he withdrew his fang, licking over the wound. Your nails racked against the skin of his back, causing him to hiss, his hips stuttering just slightly but never losing rhythm.
When his low, throaty groans started to turn into high-pitched whimpers, you knew he was close, just needing a little more. Trailing your hand up his back, you ran your fingers through his hair before gently taking his ear into your palm.
“F-Fuck!” He moaned loudly in your ear as he came, shooting thick, hot streams of cum deep inside your walls, his pace slowing just a bit.
Your head fell back against the soft mattress, eyes fluttering shut as his lips continued to wander the skin of your neck and shoulder. You thought he would knot you like he always had before and would call it good, but when you felt him pull away without knotting, your eyes snapped open.
“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” His voice was deep as he cocked his head to the side, the blackness of his pupils nearly overtaking the whites of his eyes.
The air was knocked out of your lungs when he flipped your body effortlessly, laying you flat on your stomach. His hands were quick to find your hips, pulling them up until your back was arched the way he wanted.
“I still have so much more to give you, baby.” He chuckled darkly as he pressed his tip against your twitching hole, watching as you eagerly sucked him in. You buried your face into the sheets as he pushed into you with one sharp thrust, his tip pushing right against your cervix.
Tears stained the sheets underneath you as he relentlessly bullied his cock into your abused pussy, his hands tight on your hips. Muffled cries and moans were the only sounds that emitted from your body. Your cognitive function to form words flew right out the window.
“Such a good little cocksleeve,” He cooed, leaned down until his back was pressed against your chest, his lips finding the back of your shoulder. “Taking everything, I give you like a good girl.” The mixture of his derogatory names and praises made your body melt, and if it wasn’t for his hold, you would have surely fallen flat on the mattress.
“Y-Youngie!” You cried out, fat tears falling from your eyes as he continued his relentless pace until your whole body was shaking. “Cumming! ‘M cumming!” Your voice cracked as he fucked you through another orgasm, but once again, his ministrations never stopped, much less slowed down.
White spots started to cloud your mind when he stood up straight once again, using your hips as leverage to fuck into you. Choked sobs left your lips when your body fell into a state of overstimulation. Every nerve felt as if it were on fire.
Moving one hand from your hip, Wooyoung trailed it down the length of your spine before threading his fingers through your hair. With a harsh tug, he pulled your upper body off of the bed, eliciting a strangled moan from your parted lips.
“Look at you, babydoll, such a fucking mess on my cock. Is this what you wanted? Me to fuck you completely dumb? Until the only thought in your pretty little head was my cock? Hmm?” His harsh tone had you quivering in his hold, eyes squeezing shut as you felt another orgasm building up. Letting go of your hair, he grabbed your jaw harshly, turning your head until you were looking at him. “Answer me, pup.” He growled, lips brushing against yours as you whimpered in his hold.
“Y-Yes, I want you to fuck me stupid, Youngie.” You choked out before all the air was stolen from your lungs when his lips crashed into yours. His hand fell from your jaw down to your puffy clit causing your whole body to jolt. “No, no, no, stop Wooyoung! I feel weird.” You cried out as a different type of pressure built up in your lower gut, but he didn’t stop; if anything, your broken pleas only spurred him on.
White spots clouded your vision as that coil in your gut finally snapped, and your release gushed all over Wooyoung’s fingers and cock, even soaking the sheets below your body. It felt like your soul had been detached from your body as he continued to work you through your orgasm, coaxing more and more of your sweet release out of your body.
“Look at the mess you made, sweetheart,” His teasing tone rang in your ears as your head fell back on his shoulder, legs quivering underneath your weight. He moved his hand away from your throbbing clit, allowing you just a moment to breathe before that same hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the soft flesh.
A choked sob tore through your parted lips as he pistoned his hips into yours mercilessly. Your brain felt like it was turning into mush from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. Wooyoung’s fingers tighten around your throat as he buries his face into the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent.
“You’re gonna look so pretty all swollen with my kits.” Wooyoung licked a stripe up the back of your neck, “such a perfect mommy.” He cooed as he nipped at your skin, feeling another orgasm of his own creeping up.
“W-Woo…” You whimpered in his hold, your head empty except for the thought of his cock buried deep in you until he was sure his seed would take.
“Gonna make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” He growled before unexpectedly biting down on the nape of your neck as he came. The sudden infliction of pain pulled yet another orgasm from your spent body, your walls fluttering around his twitching cock, milking him for all he was worth.
Pulling away from your neck, he watched with proud eyes as his mark started to bleed, your sweet crimson blood coating his lips. Your mind was beginning to blank as you slowly came down from your high, only for that peace to quickly be ripped away from you when the fox hybrid pulled out of your cunt.
A small whine emitted from your body when he bent you over once again, pressing your face into the covers. Your jaw fell slack as he pushed his still rock-hard length back into your aching cunt, the mixture of yours and his cum making his movements more fluid.
“Oh, we’re not done yet, baby,” He chuckled darkly, pistoning his hips into yours. The brute force knocked all of the lungs from your body, and all you could do was lay there and take it. The only thought in your mind was Wooyoung’s cock and how painfully good it felt, nudging against your sweet spot.
Wooyoung didn’t stop until you filled to the brim before finally knotting you; the stretch had you cumming for the nth time that night. His arms wrapped around your body as he buried his face in your chest, inhaling your scent. A small pur reverberated from his chest as you ran your shaky fingers through his hair. The world finally felt like it was coming back to you as your body lay there, soaking in each other’s warmth as if you hadn’t been doing that for the past few hours.
“Thank you, baby,” His voice was low as he peppered kisses along the expanse of your chest before resting his chin right between your breasts. You hummed, still not fully trusting your voice, and he smirked before his fingers playfully crept up your side.
“W-Wooyoung!” You choked out his name at the ticklish feeling causing him to chuckle before groaning slightly when he felt that familiar heat bloom in his chest. Noticing the sudden change, you looked down at him in worry, your fingers curling around the nape of his neck. “How much longer will this last?”
Wooyoung took a moment to respond, trying to settle himself before he lost control. He then glanced back at you with worry and borderline guilt, “probably for the next week.”Your head fell back as your eyes fluttered shut, a small groan falling from your lips. This was going to be a long week, but you couldn’t complain. You did offer to help him after all, and by the looks of it, now that he had his hands on you, he wasn’t about to let go.
@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work
Warning: 18+, porn without plot, riding, flexible, positions, dick sucking.
Sidenote: hey um I can't explain🥴
|Wooyoung x Female Reader|
You're moaning loud as you bounce up and down on his cock fast, he smacks your ass while gripping your other cheek, he whispers in your ear " don't fucking stop... keep going" your ass clap and bounce on his cock up and down faster and faster and faster, his moaning and whimpering are echoing the room, he finally released his big load of cum inside you as you creamed on his cock, you slide off his cock with a plop sound, you wrapped your mouth around his cock as he moaned, your head bobbles up and down, you're teases the tip of his cock as you continue to stroke him, you put your mouth on his cock again and speed up your pace by sucking fast, he start to fuck your mouth as your head bobbles up and down fast, he releases his cum inside your mouth as you swallow, he bends you over and starts pounding your pussy harder and harder and harder, you moan his name very loud as he smack your ass hard as your ass bounce and clap back on his cock fast as he pounding you from behind, you came together as he kisses you wild while squeezing your soft titties, he lays you down on your back , he lays between your legs and slides his cock inside you begin fucking you steady slow pace, you're moaning low and soft, "i need you to stay baby...with me" he says while kissing and biting your neck, he picks up the pace by fucking you faster and faster and faster, your legs wrapped around him tight as you hold on to him, your eyes rolling back, he flips you on your stomach and starts pouring you harder and harder and harder and harder as you moan load while gripping the sheets, he came fully inside you as you came down from your high, he grinds into you slowly while kissing your back slowly "stay..." he whispers while kissing your shoulders, you fell asleep in his arms.
warnings: bdsm dynamics & terms, heavy kinks at times, dom!ateez and sub!reader, member-specific warnings under the cut. skip those if you wanna be surprised!
word count: 5.5k!
everything is warned about and 100% consensual even if the consent is not shown. if you choose to read despite the warnings it is not my responsibility if you get triggered and i will not waste my time defending myself. hate or 'why did you put this when it's triggering' comments will be deleted and blocked. i have triggers too that i work to avoid, so can you ♡
warnings:
seonghwa: rules and punishments, strict mommy dom, slight infantilisation if you're looking for it, spanking, crying, dollification, bimbofication & dumbification, he could come across as manipulative but not really, nursing
hongjoong: oppa kink, punishment, spanking, public stuff but you don't get caught, mentioned pet play, jealousy
yunho: most extreme part of this, mean dom, psychological domination, mind games & control, conditioning, fear play, sadism, consensual non-consent, stalking & chasing as part of that, rope bondage, overpowering, degradation, begging, forced intoxication (with consent)
yeosang: dirty talk, degradation, punishment, naked female clothed male, shoe grinding, humiliation, yeosang in a suit (that's a warning), minor pet play (he calls you a puppy), cum eating sorry
mingi: rough sex, he's a bit mean, experimentation & exploration, bondage, free use, mentioned publicish) stuff, detailed aftercare, passing out
wooyoung: pet play, humiliation & degradation, leashes, collars, boot grinding, he steps on your head, cocky annoying dom, gagging, titles (mama and sir)
jongho: strength kink, being held down, bondage, slapping, biting, begging, exhibitionism, throat training
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seonghwa
strict dom strict dom strict dom
not particularly mean, doesn’t like seeing you cry or fear him (we’ll leave that to the others (you’ll see))
he just has a high standard of behaviour that he expects you to meet
and will come down hard when you don’t
because you’re his girl and he won’t be made to look weak or a fool by a disobedient sub
also because he loves control, particularly over you
so it’s very important to him that you’re able to follow every direction instantly
world champion of dollification
he’s pretty and he thinks you’re pretty so he wants to make you perfect looking
will buy you pretty things constantly
he’s always coming back from tour with clothes and accessories that he refuses to tell you the price of
then he’ll dress you up all pretty, do your hair and makeup to look like a literal porcelain doll
only to ruin you after
see also: bimbofication
see also also: dumbification
these two often go hand in hand in hand in general and especially do for him
he loves having a hot, brainless gf for him to show off and completely control & protect
again, expensive gifts that you wear while he destroys you
seonghwa said THE HEELS STAY ON DURING SEX
the dumbificiation is very apparent in our next section
you guessed it
mommy!hwa
the mom jokes might be corny at this point but i believe in mommy hwa on a spiritual level
like i’ll fight god over this
not that he ‘mothers’ his members or whatever but he is definitely YOUR mommy
regardless of who first suggested it (probably him) it’s his absolute favourite
he loves the way it makes him feel so powerful, like your carer and protector and disciplinarian
like he can do whatever he wants to do because mommy knows best, baby
this is where the dumbification comes back in
“my poor baby is just so so stupid. what would you do without mommy, hm?”
yeah
always reminding you how lucky you are to have mommy do all the thinking for you and make all the impossible big girl decisions that you’re too dumb to make
when you argue with him he just tilts his head and smiles fondly at you
think the expression when a toddler is fighting u over something ridiculous and they’re just soooo cute and stupid ur just like awww
that’s seonghwa
but there’s a line even when you’re being cute and once you cross it you’ll be over his knee, panties tugged down to your ankles while he spanks your bare ass
and pussy if he’s feeling whimsical
his spanks are hand n fast, there’s no counting with seonghwa
he’ll hammer them down with precision until your ass & thighs are an angry red
maybe even purple
he’ll hug you after, pull you into his arms and rock you, telling you how sorry he is that you just couldn’t behave
“you know mommy hates doing this, baby”
but you need to learn and ur sooo lucky seonghwa is nice and patient enough to teach you
but if you won’t calm down after & are still raging and sulking, then no hugs for you
there will be at some point ofc (aftercare is mandatory) but for now no
this is a man who WILL send you to the corner
facing the wall with your panties still at your ankles
hands on your head so you can’t rub your ass cus only seonghwa gets to do that duh
usually he’ll sit and watch you until time’s up, making sure you’re ok and not trying to sneak away
but if it was just a quick spanking, he’ll leave you there while he goes back to what he was doing
will give you a few more swats whenever he walks past
but after that trust, it’s cuddle time
the only merciful thing about seonghwa’s spanking is that he only uses his hands
bc his baby is too precious and fragile to be hurt with some dumb inanimate object
she deserves the best only so only seonghwa’s hands get to make you cry
his other favourite punishment is overstim
seonghwa is very strict about masturbation
he makes a big deal out of you being his pure, precious girl who should never be tainted by dirty thoughts
only he is allowed to sully you with those kinds of touches
so when he finds you with your hand on your clit
oh boy
it’s beat down time
he ties you in place, usually on the bed, and overstimulate you for hours, making you cum over and over until you’re wailing
full on thrashing against the restraints and begging him to stop
but he just looks at you and turns it up
mock sympathy as well
he’s SO patronising
“isn’t this what you wanted, baby? to have your dirty pussy used like a slut? well now you’re getting it”
i might get flack for this but i think u suck his tits
not sexually, when you’re overwhelmed or overstimulated, crying n whining over everything with the watery eyes and wobbly lip that makes him melt
he’ll pull off his shirt and pull you into his arms
“come to mommy, baby”
gets you all comfy and safe in his arms and and lets you suckle him
the most precious sight is when your eyes start drooping shut while he nurses you
ugh
anyway
um
big dick btw that’s my final point
prettiest in ateez u could paint it
hongjoong
DAD ALERT
not majorly
the only time i feel like that’d be a big thing is if you’re with him and seonghwa as a throuple
bc they’d def want to be your mommy and daddy
but bfs matz is another thing entirely
i might make another post abt that and will definitely write a fic for it bc that dynamic is a little different
and so special TO ME
for some reason i think hongjoong would prefer to be called oppa
he’d be a real brat abt getting called daddy
it makes him feel old
but oppa joong is cute, it makes him feel strong n powerful and protective of you but not like an ancient elder
you can def call him that strategically bc it affects him so much
esp because i don’t think he’d be too fussed abt getting called that in normal life
he’d probably prefer joong or baby
but bc oppa is a normal word to use so people wouldn’t suspect the way u n joong use it
u can say it in everyday situations and just enjoy his reaction
his jaw would clench n he’d probably ball his fist
pull you closer to him and tell you to behave yourself
“i’m warning you, angel”
oh yeah he loves pet names
angel, kitty, bunny, the classic baby are all in regular use
when you fuck up i can’t imagine him spanking you
it’s happened before but not regularly n it’s usually been in tandem with other punishments
he loves slapping you during sex definitely, and if you’re acting up in public he’ll do it once as a warning but its not a big thing like with seonghwa
he just doesn’t usually like striking you in a disciplinary context
but that’s not to say he doesn’t discipline you bc he absolutely does
he just uses more… creative methods
overstim is a fav & his collection of bullet vibrators and vibrating panties (and u prob found out that those are a thing the hard way) never fails
he’s cocky especially when he’s punishing you
“who else makes you feel like this? just oppa? i thought so”
i don’t imagine him being massively into more extreme stuff
but occasionally he’s down for some petplay
overall he’s just horny and youre horny and he just wants to use you and play with you however he wants
not necessarily in that he’s a switch
but he can be a service top
he’ll dominate you however you need to get off
also
kim hongjoong certified lover of public stuff
he’s not an exhibitionist
no one gets to see you like that but him
but he loves the rush of it
and he loves the thought that you’re both so desperate for each other you won’t even wait
he has fucked you in every area code
but speaking of no one seeing you like that but him
one of the only times he’s ever spanked you was when you got too cozy with a man in the club
he dragged you out of there and he was so mad he couldn’t even wait till you were home
he got in the backseat of his car and dragged you across his lap right there in the parking lot
yanked your dress up and tore open your pantyhose and panties
and they were cute panties too
you were all like “wtf hongjoong!!!!!” but he slapped u hard on the ass and growled at you to shut up
“don’t make this worse for yourself, slut”
and he spanked you black and blue in the parking lot
you were fully sobbing by the end
you’d tired yourself out kicking and squirming but he had a lesson to teach and he was gonna teach it
so yeah i think that’d be the times when he’d spank you
when he’s jealous and angry and needs you to know it
but so sweet after
touching the burning skin and apologising
“i’m so sorry baby. did i hurt you that bad?”
but you just smile and tell him that was the hottest thing he’s ever done
then he’s speeding home to get you naked in his bed immediately
he’s not MASSIVE massive but when it comes to the motion of the ocean he’s a pioneer
call him a DeWalt 18V Li-ion Brushed Cordless Combi Drill (1 x 2Ah) because he’s drilling into you from every angle
crazy positions
he has it down to a science
precision thrusts i’m telling you
cus if there’s one thing hongjoong will not tolerate it’s an unsatisfied girlfriend
basically at any given time you’ve just been fuck, are being fucked, or are going to be fucked
trust me
yunho
meanest dom
yall know my thoughts on this AND you all egg me on so it’s your fault too
big on psychological domination
subtle things to emphasise his status over you
he loves mind games
he has complete control of your mind and he loves it
loves using it
but i don’t think he was like this at first
when you met him he was pretty vanilla but you could just tell there was something beneath it all
eventually you managed to provoke him enough t in find out and you almost regret it
bc holy hell this man is sadistic
sets a rule for you to be naked at all times when you’re at home together. if he sees you even wearing panties you’ll be bent over and disciplined on the spot
definitely the most evil dom lol
a little bit of dacryphilia but crying’s not massively his thing. fear is what gets him off
there nothing sweeter than the sight of you cowering under him with frightened eyes, your lip wobbling as you whimper for him to please be gentle
but it very rarely works
only when you’re particularly cute (or afraid)
he’s just so large and can have such an intimidating aura
like that clip when mingi tells him not to joke around in the hospital and he has him apologising just by looking at him
he’s practically conditioned his own members to fear him like cmon
and that’s an example of how he is with you
just his presence is enough
aura shifting when he walks in a room
cus u know what he can do to u and is probably planning to
cnc? cnc
fear play is a must
u can read my drabble ‘predator and prey’ to get a taster of that
he loves setting up elaborate scenes for him to hunt you
through the house and garden, through the city streets, in a forest once
he’d set you free with a one minute head start
he always knew where u were ofc, had to make sure only he could hurt you, and he knows this forest like the back of his hand. everything his by design
he likes to follow you, stalk you, make sure you know you’re being watched and hunted before he strikes
he takes you down easily but he loves it when you fight back
makes it even sweeter
he doesn’t act like it though
grunting and cursing while fighting off your scratches and bitches as he tries to get the rope around your arms to subdue you
“stay fucking still, bitch”
he loves ‘prey’ nicknames especially
think bunny, lamb, even little deer
the kind of animal that would tempt a big bad wolf
no alpha shit though
you called him alpha once as a joke and he didn’t talk to you for an hour
there’s a lot of names he likes
daddy and sir are classics
when you’re really into the prey role you’ll whimper our a please, mister and watch his dick swell up instantly
he’s not a big talker but likes when you do
not when you just start talking tho
he likes to force it out of you
forces you to beg; for him to speed up, for him to stop, for him to be gentle
“beg me not to hurt you, baby”
“be a good little lamb and beg for your life”
he could live off the fear in your eyes when he catches you
i think he’s also into forced intox, i.e. making you drink so it’s easier to take advantage of you
he’ll wrap his arm around your neck, holding you in a headlock and forcing a bottle of vodka down your throat
you trip to push and wriggle away but his grip is iron
big hand pulling your mouth open and holding it there
“come on baby, just a little more. a little more then you’ll be nice and pliant for me”
he just loves you so much and he loves the trust you put in him
and he’d never hurt you more than you want him to
this is getting too long but i wanna say he is one of the best at aftercare in ateez
bc this man will put you THROUGH THE WRINGER so the least he could do is dote on you afterwards
i need him
bye
yeosang
ive actually done a dom yeosang headcanon post before
but always happy to share my passions
so lets go over that again and build on it some more
DIRTY TALK KING AND ITS NOT EVEN CLOSE
not just bc of that voice
which could kill god btw
but also
he comes across as quiet but he’s well spoken
so he knows exactly what to say
will absolutely ruin you without laying a finger on you
simply by talking to you
that’s his go to punishment actually
part of being a dom is knowing your strengths and he knows that his is his words
so when you’ve been a real brat he’ll just tie you up
or make you stay in position yourself!! that’s almost worse
and he’ll sit in an armchair just out of reach
lazing back in it like a throne
and a completely blank and emotionless expression
just read you for filth
he’ll tease, mock and degrade you until you’re crying or cumming or both
just a few sentences and you’re light headed
he’s very observant too
notices your reactions especially to his words
sometimes you’ll hear him go ‘ah’ or ‘i see’ and you know he’s making mental note of what he’s just done to get you going
his favourite thing is how transparent you are
he can tell easily what he’s doing to you and he uses it
“are you really that weak?”
and you’ll whine and protest but he shakes his head like he’s disappointed when he actually just wants to tear your apart
“i didn’t know you were this pathetic. i thought i trained you to be better than this, baby”
probably the cockiest dom in ateez just bc he manages to seem so disinterested
he acts like this is all beneath him
like it’s a waste of his time insulting you cus you’ll just get off on it anyway
yeosang is a big fan of clothed male naked female
he’ll have you completely strip off, no panties allowed and he won’t even take of his shoes
it just reinforces for both of you who’s in charge
his fav thing is wearing a suit when he dominates you
like he’s dressed to impress and you’re fully nude? how humiliating
another thing he loves is shoe grinding
he’ll have u desperate on your knees while he’s standing or sitting on the couch
and he’s looking down at you like you’re nothing and he won’t touch you
“why would i touch you? i don’t want anything to do with this display of yours”
eventually you’re so desperate that he just sighs and tells you to get off on his shoe if you need it that bad
you protest and beg him to just touch you but he doesn’t pay you attention
“aren’t you a puppy? that’s what dogs do. now grind.”
so you shuffle to rest your pussy on his shoe and start grinding against
it’s so humiliating but also the hottest thing ever
he stares down like this is tuesday for him
which it kind of is cus he knows maybe better than you do that you’ll do anything he tells you
but this is still pathetic and he lets you know
“are you seriously not embarrassed? this is so embarrassing, y/n”
like everything he talks you through it until you’re cumming all over his shoe, clinging to his leg and panting as you come down from your high
he just points at the mess and tells you to clean it up
lick it up, to be more specific
and that’s even more embarrassing but it is your mess after all so you do it
he finally touches you afterwards
pulls you into his arms and tells you what a good girl you are
doing anything he says
forever and ever
love u yeosang give me a call sometime
san
wife guy
biggest one in ateez
and as a dom that translates into possessiveness and worship
he worships every inch of you
kissing, licking, touching every part of your body
PLEASURE DOM!!
google it if u don’t know the meaning
but that’s san
he may be the dom but he’s here to please you
cuddle fucking
clinging to each other while he stretches you open
LOVES hearing you whimper
or scream or make any noise because of him
missionary is his favourite
cus he gets to look at you, see the pleasure on your face and your eyes tearing up when he hits the spot over and over
the other reason he likes missionary is that when you’re really overwhelmed by the pleasure
you wrap your arms around him and sink your teeth into his shoulder
using it to muffle your cries
that’s the hottest and sweetest thing ever
feeling your nails digging into his back while you scream into his shoulder cus he’s making you feel so good
a big fan of biting
but he doesn’t rly bite you
no he wants you to bite him
when it feels so good you can’t take it anymore just sink your teeth into him and it spurs him on
he loves the possessive side too
he’s quite possessive so he loves knowing you want people to know he’s yours just as much as he does
suck his neck, biceps and pecs until he’s bruised all over
he doesn’t punish you in the traditional sense
but if you want him to, he’ll make you cry
sometimes when you’re really stressed you’ll come to him and ask him to punish you
and he’ll happily haul you over his lap and spank you
makes a big show of baring your ass
slowly taking down your shorts and underwear
he loves the slow reveal of your cheeks
gets him off tbh
he makes you count each hit and thank him
because he’s doing you a favour after all
“say thank you, sannie”
if you don’t do it he’s starting over
it’s a game for him and a stress reliever for you
and he’s strong so it doesn’t take long for you to start crying
but sometimes you don’t even know you need it
you’re being really irritable and rude and he’ll just stare at you for a moment and ask if you need to be spanked
it sounds like a threat but it’s not
he’s offering
and if you say no he’ll find another solution
but you never say no because he knows you better than you know yourself at this point
he can tell what you need almost instantly
so when you need to be hurt, he does that for you
everything he does is for you
again, pleasure dom
when you actually piss him off he’s not above overstimulating you
pleasure doms gotta pleasure after all
he likes showing you that just bc he lives to make you feel good doesn’t mean you’re in charge
and that he can torture you even through making you feel good
but he doesn’t use a vibrator
just himself
it’s amazing actually
he can spend hours on end pleasuring you with his hands and mouth and not get tired
we know he’s a munch i don’t need to get into that
and after he finally shows mercy and you come down from your high he’ll be so gentle but condescending
“learned your lesson, baby?”
sweet but still a little demeaning
“you need to listen to sannie baby, you know that now right?”
i need him
mingi
biggest lover boy no questions
he can definitely be dominant but he much prefers to just enjoy every inch of you
so id say he’s a very soft and loving dom
however
on occasion the beast comes out
for example
after a performance
or long day in the studio
where he’s pent up and tired
i can see him taking it out on you
he’d be fully animalistic
holding you down and grunting while he pounds into you
he’s practically in a trance
the only time he speaks to you here is when you’re not staying still or whatever
he’ll slap you and put more weight behind holding you down
“didn’t i tell you to stay fucking still?”
he can be quite cruel when he’s in this mood
“do i need to use my belt to tie you up are you gonna start fuckin’ listening?”
he may not be the most extreme member but he’s the most explorative
he wants to try everything once
always coming up with something new to try
you’ve done everything
you even tried being the dom once but seeing you on top of him struggling to know what to do set him off
and he grabbed you and fucked you from beneath til you were screaming and gripping onto him for dear life
this is another man who likes to be called oppa
it’s romantic but also hot for him
loves hearing you scream and cry it
he knows he’s doing a good job
the only actual kinky thing i can see with him is free use
he LOVES free use
the idea that he can just grab and use you at any time? yes
makes him feel something
he doesn’t know what but something
you’ll be watching tv or reading or even walking by and he’ll grab you, bend you over the nearest surface and slide into you without a word
he doesn’t need to explain what he’s doing
you’re his to use
so you take it like a good girl and he loves it
he loves when you suck his dick while he’s doing something
reading, gaming, watching tv, even writing music
he campaigned to be allowed to do it while recording music but he was shot down like a war plane
seonghwa made him swear on a bible “not to bring that shit in here”
he shrugged and went FINE!!!!!! then took you home and fucked your mouth for an hour to make up for it
yeah mingi is a free use fiend i’m sorry
he loves having you there to take his stress out on
then being so gentle with you after
he definitely gives you baths
when he’s fucked you so hard you’ve passed out after he’ll run a warm bath and hold you carefully in the water
gently rinsing you clean and kissing your hair and face while he does so
it’s precious
but he’s careful you don’t pass out during
you told him it’d be hot if that happened but to him it’s scary
it happened once and he phoned hongjoong like OH MY GOD I’VE KILLED HER
so yeah let’s not repeat that
mingi sweetest boy <3
wooyoung
pet play
calls you puppy
and if you’re being really bad
he calls you mutt
leashes
not rly into walking you around the house on a leash
cus you’re a good puppy so he expects you to follow him anyway
but he loves hitting it from the back and tugging on your leash to pull you towards him
he likes you to wear a collar
he got a really expensive black one made for you
with wooyoung carved into the inside
it’s pretty innocuous looking though so you can wear it like a normal accessory
EXCEPT it has a clip to attach a leash to it
sometimes that’s how he initiates
you’ll be sitting there and he walks up to you, clips the leash on and tugs you towards the bedroom
he prefers to do it in the bedroom i think
it’s better set up and more private
he’s not super into public stuff so he feels more comfortable knowing no one’s gonna walk in on you two
especially because u KNOW he gets down and dirty
his big thing is pet play but he loves anything related to that
boot grinding like we saw with yeosang is a big one
also humiliation and degradation
he loves reminding you that when it comes to him
you’re just a dog
so he probably has a nudity rule too but it’s probably only when you’re playing
i don’t think he’s too fussed otherwise
also stepping
he’ll make you kneel and put your head to the ground
then he’ll put a foot on your head and push it further into the ground
degrades you the whole time
acts surprised when it makes you wet
“wait, do you like this? that’s disgusting”
laughs at you
a lot
cus he’s a bit of a dick when he doms
he wants to push you & your dignity to the limit and giggle the whole time
refuses to use human terms for you to add to the humiliation
for example
calling your hands your paws
if you’re touching him without permission he yanks your hand away
“keep your fucking paws to yourself”
keeps threatening to muzzle you?
he claims to own a muzzle already but you’re not sure if he’s messing with you
that’s the thing abt wooyoung
sometimes he’ll just say things
just to see you squirm
he loves having that effect on you
very cocky dom i think
but not super formal
call him mama or sir, he’s not fussed
both sound beautiful from your mouth
but when you’re his pet, don’t call him wooyoung
that privilege is for humans smh
the only time he allows it is when you’re right at your limit and you’re whimpering ‘woo’ over and over
and that’s only bc you sound so cute
he LOVES aftercare
not even bc it’s necessary he just loves doing it
like it’s so intimate and special for him
plus seeing how fucked out and exhausted you are because of him
that’s also a plus
you’ll never be unsatisfied or unloved with wooyoung
he knows what you need and you’ll get it
jongho
STRENGTH KINK STRENGTH KINK
(chanting)
STRENGTH KINK STRENGTH KINK
ik he’s joked a few times about being shortish (he’s not even short though he’s just in a group with yungi like) and that might be part of it for him
regardless of your height compared to him, he loves seeing your size difference in this regard
in the gym every day keeping his muscles pristine so he can absolutely dwarf you
anything to do with strength kink he adores
throwing you around? yes
manhandling? YES
jongho doesn’t tell you to move or change position. he just grabs you and gets you there himself
he loves pinning you down while he fucks you
keeping you in a headlock while he hits it from the back
tying you up is also an option
that way he can put all his strength into his thrusts
i’ve always felt jongho was a dom, i think it’s his aura
his gaze maybe
the way he looks at people just to puts me on my knees it’s perfect
so i don’t think the whole dom/sub thing was something he specifically brought up i think it was just a natural thing you both slipped into
but once you realised what it was he made sure to have the proper discussions with you
cus you’re his baby and he wants you safe and happy
i don’t think he’s rly into bdsm he just likes throwing u around
he’d definitely like slapping you too
purely to see the effect it has on you
he loves seeing your eyes well up from his hits
again that’s part of the strength thing
he loves knowing he can do that to you
in terms of names i think he wouldn’t mind daddy or sir but his absolutely favourite is just jongho
he loves hearing you moan or scream or whine it bc it reminds him that he’s doing this to you. no one else makes you feel like this but jongho
it makes him go a bit crazy tbh
this is the one time he can be a bit subby because he’ll literally beg you to say his name while he’s fucking you
“fuck, say my name again, please baby”
but it’s not THAT submissive bc he’s still demolishing you while he says it lol
one thing about jongho is he can go a bit feral at times
not chasing you through the woods feral like a certain someone but you just make him lose control a bit
the way this manifests for him is MARKING
he fucking loves leaving marks on you
it makes him so proud seeing you covered in bruises from his mouth and hands
so when he does hit you, he’ll keep going until there’s blooming purple across your skin
and of course he bites you
A LOT
when you met up with the boys after the first time he’d gone really feral, hongjoong had seen the bruises on your neck and collarbones for a moment before turning to jongho and asking if he needed to be muzzled
you’d laughed at that which jongho had made sure you’d paid for later that night
but you loved every second of it and so did he
and he felt strangely proud knowing his members had seen you all marked up like that
now they know you’re his and they know what he can do
it’s satisfying
i don’t think there’s any rules or punishments going on
if you catch an attitude jongho will just fuck it out of you
“is it funny now, baby? do you still wanna talk like that?”
you do not
will put his fingers in your mouth btw
while he’s fucking you he’ll just shove them in to gag you and let you suck on them
no warning either
“choke on them baby, good girl”
btw jongho is very thick
idk about the length but you’ll definitely be stretching your jaw a bit
so yeah
enjoy
there’ll def be some throat training at the start of the relationship
learning to open your throat properly for him
breaking you in essentially and that’s how he treats it
he’s very patient but he pushes you
“can you open it up a bit more? yeah i knew you could, good girl”
big praiser especially when he’s pushing you
loves how you’ll do hard stuff like throat training just to please him
“fuck, you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you? that’s so precious”eventually you’re a pro at sucking him
he’s taught you exactly how he likes it
i can see him OCCASIONALLY letting another member watch (not touch) just to show off how good you are and how well he’s trained you
again it’s an ego thing for him
he’s not into multiples so the other member will be watching then leaving
he just wants to show you off
and also show the members that he’s not a baby anymore
oh my beefy boy
i love you sm
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