reflection | brother's best friend!jongho x mingi's sister!reader
tags: forbidden love, revenge sex, jealous jongho, mirror sex, semi public sex, creampie, some angst if u squint, size kink?, no aftercare, not proofread, queued post
900 sins
jongho is your brother mingi's best friend, but that didn't stop either you from stealing glances when no one was looking. a relationship was forbidden. you knew it, he knew it.
mingi had dragged everyone over for a house party, music shaking the walls as bodies pressed close together on the makeshift dance floor.
you caught jongho watching you from across the room, jaw tight as you found some guy, laughing at his jokes a little too loud. you leaned in close, letting your hand brush his arm, biting your lip when he whispered in your ear.
minutes later, a strong hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you away from the crowd. jongho's grip is almost bruising as he pulls you down the hallway, pushing you into a dimly lit bedroom.
"what the fuck was that?" he questions harshly as he backs you against a wall, caging you in with his body. "flirting with him right in front of me? you trying to piss me off, princess?"
you tilt your chin up, heart racing, "maybe i am. you never do anything about it jongho. you're always holding back because of mingi."
his eyes darken. "you think you can tease me like that and walk away?" he snaps, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, "you're mine. even if we can't say it out loud."
jongho brings his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth as his hands slide down to grip your hips. you moan into him, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.
"turn around," he growls against your lips, spinning you to face the mirror. your hands brace on the dresser in front of it, and jongho presses up behind you, his chest against your back. "watch. see what happens when you flirt with that idiot."
his hands yank your dress up over your hips, fingers hooking in your panties and shoving them down your thighs. jongho frees himself from his pants, rubbing the head of his cock against your already soaked folds.
"so wet already," he murmurs, "all that teasing and you're still dripping for me.. such a bad girl."
he pushes in slowly, his eyes never leaving the mirror as your mouth falls open in a silent moan, and he brings a hand up around your throat.
jongho bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass as a low groan escapes his lips. "fuck.. look at us," he mutters as he stars moving, one hand on your hip while the other slides between your legs to play with your clit, "this is what you wanted, isn't it? my cock ruining you while your brother's downstairs?"
you whimper, trying to push back against him as his cock hits that spot inside you, making your legs shake. "harder, jongho- please," you gasp.
his pace turns punishing, fingers digging into your hip and pulling you back onto him, the angle hitting deeper inside you, making it harder to contain your moans.
"shh, baby," he whispers against your ear, biting the lobe, "can't let anyone hear you taking your brother's best friend's cock," he teases as tugs your dress down, pinching your nipple as he watches your reflection closely.
"gonna cum- jongho-!" you whimper as his fingers circle your clit relentlessly, his cock dragging against your walls.
"cum for me," he orders, voice ragged, "let me feel it. show me who you belong to."
your orgasm hits you hard, thighs trembling as you clench around him, crying out his name, and jongho thrusts a few more times before he spills inside you with a low groan.
he stays inside you, arms wrapping around your waist as he presses soft kisses to your shoulder.
"this can't keep happening," you whisper as you lean back into him.
jongho meets your eyes in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. "too late for that. you're stuck with me."
he pulls out slowly, watching his cum drip down your thigh, "and next time you flirt with someone else to get my attention.. i won't be as nice."
tags: enemies to lovers, brat taming, car sex, semi public sex, seonghwa is rough, edging?, creampie, no aftercare, not proofread, queued post
900 sins
there's been tension between you and seonghwa for months, ever since the first group project where he corrected every idea you introduced. he was a golden boy, always perfect and looking down on you.
the after party for the company event has been dragging on for too long, and you were crowded into the same circle as him, waiting for the valet to bring cars around.
you had one too many drinks, enough to loosen you up, and when his sleek black car pulled up, you made a show of rolling your eyes.
"great. i guess i'm stuck with you," you mutter as you slide into the passenger seat. seonghwa didn't even glance at you as he adjusted his tie, making your stomach twist with irritation.
"try not to talk the whole way," he says quietly as he pulls the car into traffic, the city lights illuminating his profile.
you hated how good he looked.
you smirk, crossing your arms, "scared i'll ruin your perfect evening? poor seonghwa, bet it kills you that i don't fall in like everyone else."
his grip tightened on the wheel, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. "what's wrong? cat got your tongue? or are you just pretending that you want me to shut up?" you giggle, shifting so your dress rides up your thighs.
seonghwa's hand shoots out, fingers wrapping firmly around your thigh, teasing the hem of your dress. "you've been testing me all night," he murmurs, eyes still fixed on the road, "pushing every button like the little brat you are. keep it up and see what happens."
heat floods your core as you laugh softly, leaning closer so your lips nearly brush his ear, "prove it then. or are you all talk, park seonghwa?"
the car swerves onto a quiet side street before pulling into a dim parking garage, and seonghwa turns to you fully, eyes blazing with frustration.
"get over here," he orders, hauling you over the console when you don't move fast enough for him, making you straddle his lap. his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, making sure you can't squirm.
"always have to have the last word," he growls, one hand sliding up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back enough to expose your throat. his mouth attaches to your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point and sucking a dark mark. "you need to learn how to behave."
you rock against him rebelliously, feeling the hard length of him straining through his slacks, "make me."
he kisses you, tongue sweeping in quick enough to make your teeth clash. you bite his lower lip, pulling a groan from his throat, hand tightening in your hair as punishment.
"brat," he whispers in your mouth, free hand shoving your dress higher and letting his fingers trace the edge of your panties before dipping beneath the fabric.
"fuck, you're dripping f'me already," he murmurs, voice laced with satisfaction. two fingers slide into you without warning, curling enough to make your hips buck.
you try to set the pace by grinding down but seonghwa holds you firmly, controlling the rhythm of his thrusting fingers. "none of that. you're gonna take what i give you," he snaps, bringing a thumb to your clit.
your hand fumbles with his belt, desperate to feel him inside you, but he catches your wrists in one hand, pinning them in place.
"not yet. you don't get to rush me after tormenting me," he mutters as he tugs the top of your dress down, freeing your breasts. his lips close around one nipple, sucking and biting gently, alternating until your thighs are shaking.
"seonghwa- please-"
"please what?" he smirks as he pulls back, lips shiny with spit, "use your words like a good girl. or do i need to edge you more?"
he releases your wrists, letting you undo his belt and free his cock, flushed and leaking at the tip as you stroke him gingerly. "sit on my cock, slowly," he hisses as he grabs your hips, lifting you.
you barely obey, hovering just to frustrate him. he pulls you onto him in one motion, the sharp slap of your ass meeting his hips filling the car.
"fuck- seonghwa-!"
"that's it," he praises, guiding your hips in a quick rhythm. the car rocks with each thrust, speeding up when he feels your walls clench around him.
one hand returns to your hair while the other grips your ass, spanking you hard whenever you try to guide the pace. "you're gonna take it. and no more running that pretty mouth unless it's moaning my name," he orders, mouthing at your neck.
your nails dig into his shoulder through his shirt as seonghwa reaches between you, rubbing tight circles into your clit that makes your orgasm build faster.
"gonna cum," you gasp, trying to grind into his hand.
"not without permission," he growls, slowing down to tease you, "tell me you're mine now. no more fighting me."
"yours- fuck, i'm yours, seonghwa, please let me cum-"
he slams up into you, thumb pressing hard on your clit, and it's enough to push you over the edge. you cum hard, pussy pulsing around his cock as you cry out. he follows moments later, spilling inside you with a guttural moan, hips stuttering.
you collapse against his chest as both of you breathe hard, slick with sweat. his arms wrap around you almost tenderly, one hand stroking your back as you bury your face in his neck.
"get used to behaving.. or i'll have to discipline you again," he murmurs against your hair.
had a spur of motivation during my menty b and completed the last few fics for 900 sins so iâll being going through my inbox (finallyâŚ) feel free to send in requests n stuff
eventually i do want to clean out my pile of drafts (some of this stuff has been sitting in there for close to a yearâŚ)
maybe that could be my challenge if i hit 1k!
iâm gonna go back to being hashtag depressed now but the schedule for the rest of the fics is up on the 900 sins masterlist
tags: SHORT, oral only, free use, public sex?, phone call, bodily fluids, praise, not proofread
not proud of this one either lowkey
900 sins
it was well into the afternoon when you entered yunho's office, the setting sun casting a shadow along his desk, cluttered with stacked papers and glowing computer monitors.
he was on a call, headset snug over one ear, voice remaining professional as he discussed something with board members. his jaw was tight as he kept talking, nodding along to whatever was being said on the other end.
you crossed the room, the fabric of your skirt brushing against your thighs as you dropped to your knees between his spread legs.
you reach for his belt, fingers working the buckle open as yunho's free hand falls to the arm of his chair, knuckles whitening.
you palm him through the material of his tailored slacks, cock already half-hard and radiating heat. you tug the zipper down slowly, freeing him into your hand, his cock flushing at the tip.
you lean in, taking just the tip into your mouth, tongue swirling around it slowly. yunho's thigh jumps under the stimulation and he fights to keep his voice calm, though you can hear the slight strain.
you take him deeper, cheeks hollowing as you suck, the heat of your mouth sinking down his length. your tongue presses flat along the underside of him, tracing the veins until he bumps the back of your throat.
yunho's hand finds the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair as he tries to ground himself.
you pull back with a soft pop, a string of spit connecting your lips to his cock, and you take a couple deep breaths before diving back in, using your hand to twist around the base where your mouth couldn't reach.
your free hand slips between your thighs, pressing against the damp fabric of your panties, rubbing small circles to ease the ache.
yunho's breathing gets shallower, his cock throbbing harder in your mouth as you suck harder, keeping your cheeks hollowed with every stroke.
he mutes the call for a second, letting out a low groan as his eyes roll back. "fuck, baby," he whispers, voice gravelly. he collects himself before unmuting, jumping back into the conversation.
you relax your throat to take him all the way, nose brushing the soft skin near the base of his cock, holding yourself there until your lungs burn for air. spit drips down your chin as you pull back, making a mess on his slacks.
you lick along the side of him, tracing every inch with your tongue before sucking on his balls gently, making them draw tight under your attention.
yunho's fingers tighten in your hair as you return to his cock, head bobbing steadily, making your jaw ache.
his thighs start to tremble faintly, making you speed up and bring your hand up to pump him, humming around him to add more stimulation.
"we'll circle back next week," yunho manages, keeping his voice professional until the call clicks off.
as soon as his headset is off, both of his hands tangle in your hair, hips snapping brutally into your mouth with controlled thrusts.
"shit, you feel so good," he groans as tears prick your eyes. yunho cums with a choked moan, hips stuttering as thick ropes hit the back of your throat that you swallow instantly.
you pull off slowly, licking him clean with soft laps of your tongue before tucking him back into his pants. yunho pulls you up into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist as his face buries into your neck.
"you okay?" he murmurs, lips brushing the skin of your jaw, his free hand slipping under your skirt and cupping you between your thighs. you nod against him as he rubs your back softly, his chair creaking as he pulls you closer to him.
tags: there is literally no plot its just porn, threesome, edging/orgasm denial, fingering, oral, yunho and mingi action (frotting, oral), restraints, overstim, aftercare, not proofread
900 sins
you squirm helplessly on the bed, wrists bound above your head with mingi's belt, the thick material digging into your skin enough to sting.
yunho and mingi are shirtless, kneeling on either side of you. your legs are spread, knees held open by their hands, leaving your dripping pussy exposed to the air.
"fuck, look at you," mingi murmurs, one finger tracing a line up your inner thigh, stopping just before your slick folds. "already soaking the sheets and we haven't done anything yet."
yunho leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he nips at your earlobe, "our pretty girl's so needy... you want us so bad, don't you?"
yunho's long fingers slide through your wetness, parting your folds and circling your swollen clit, applying enough pressure to make your hips jerk. a little whimper escapes your lips, causing yunho to pull his hand away, leaving you with nothing.
"no-please, yunho-!" you whimper, tugging at the belt restraining you.
mingi chuckles as he brings his lips to yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. yunho watches you two closely, palming his hardening cock through his sweats.
mingi's fingers push inside you without warning, stretching your tight walls and curling them against that spongy spot inside you. his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in steady circles in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
"that's it, baby, ride my fingers," mingi praises, the wet sounds of his fingers filling the room, "you're close, aren't you? clenching so tight around me.."
you pant as your hips grind down onto his hand, getting dangerously close to the edge before mingi yanks his hand away, leaving you empty and throbbing.
you cry out in frustration, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as yunho surges forward, crashing his mouth against mingi's above you.
the kiss is messy, mingi's hand coming up to grip the back of yunho's neck. mingi's free hand slips into yunho's sweats, pulling his cock out and stroking it slowly, his thumb swirling over the leaking head.
yunho groans into mingi's mouth, his hips twitching into his touch as he completely ignores your desperate whimpers.
"god- mingi.. your hand feels so fucking good," yunho breathes as they part, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
yunho moves towards you, settling between your spread thighs, his shoulders keeping you open as he leans in. he licks a long stripe from entrance to your clit, savoring your taste.
yunho focuses on your clit, swirling his tongue in circles before sliding two fingers deep inside you, making your back arch off the bed.
"yunho- oh god, right there-! i'm so close-" you sob, hands grabbing at the material of mingi's belt.
he sucks harder and pumps his fingers faster, bringing you right to the edge before pulling away, chin glistening with your wetness.
you whine loudly, body shaking as yunho leans over the kiss mingi again, their tongues tangling as mingi's hand wraps around both their cocks, stroking them together slowly.
you watch through your frustrated haze, low moans filling the room as they grind against each other. yunho's hand joins mingi's, caressing both their heads, making everything slicker.
they break apart again and mingi slides between your legs, pushing three fingers inside you. he stretches you wide as his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue rapidly.
yunho straddles one of your thighs, his cock rubbing against your skin as he reaches down to pinch your nipples, adding sparks of pleasure.
the coil in your stomach winds tight again, your whole body trembling as your walls flutter around mingi's fingers, teetering right on the edge before they stop agaiin.
yunho pushes mingi onto his back, yanking his sweats all the way down and taking mingi's cock into his mouth, yunho's gags filling the room. mingi's hand fists into yunho's hair, hips bucking up as a deep groan falls from his lips.
"please.. can't take it anymore," you sob, tears slipping down your cheeks, "need to cum to bad- please let me-"
mingi smirks, lips swollen as he turns back to you, "not yet, doll. you look so cute when you're desperate for us.."
the edge you more times than you can count: yunho fucking you with his fingers, mingi eating you out sloppily. each time they get you so close before pulling away, giving each other the attention you desperately want.
"think she's had enough?" yunho asks, lazily pumping his fist around mingi's cock.
mingi looks down at your tear-streaked face, a grin playing on his lips, "what do you say, baby? you wanna cum for us?"
"yes-! yes please, i'll do anything, just please- let me cum," you whine pathetically, hips twitching into them.
yunho and mingi share one last kiss before mingi pushes two fingers into your soaked pussy, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. yunho adds his fingers to your clit, circling steadily while mingi pumps his fingers ruthlessly.
your whole body seizes, bacl arching off the bed as a broken scream tears from your throat. your pussy gushes and spasms around mingi's fingers, soaking their hands and the sheets as they fuck you through every pulse of your orgasm.
yunho and mingi pull away from you and mingi reaches up to untie the belt from your wrists, rubbing the red marks and pressing soft kisses to them.
"you did so good for us, baby," mingi whispers as he slides down beside you, pulling your body into his. yunho grabs a damp cloth, cleaning you gently.
"our pretty girl.. did perfect for us," yunho says softly as he tosses the cloth aside, climbing into bed on your other side. he drapes an arm over your waist, nuzzling into your neck as mingi strokes your hair.
you sigh softly, curling into their warm bodies. mingi kisses your forehead, down to your temple, while yunho presses kisses along your shoulder.
"love you," you mumble sleepily, eyes already fluttering shut.
"we love you more, princess," yunho replies, squeezing you closer. mingi hums in agreement, his hand rubbing circles into your skin.
would yall hate me if i took a few prompts off the event masterlist âŚ. im getting a littol burnt out (â ËĚśÍĚăËĚśÍĚ)ŕŠę Ľâžâž i feel really bad but i feel stuck
would yall hate me if i took a few prompts off the event masterlist âŚ. im getting a littol burnt out (â ËĚśÍĚăËĚśÍĚ)ŕŠę Ľâžâž i feel really bad but i feel stuck
tags: foursome, sex pollen, corruption kink, cnc, reader is innocent, double penetration, anal, oral, implied creampie, overstim, degradation, a crumb of aftercare, not proofread
i absolutely hate this fic but i really don't want to start all over so :p this will have to do, hope yall like it more than i do cuz im posting it and forgetting abt it
900 sins
you stumble into the old abandoned greenhouse after losing a bet with the boys, the door creaking loudly behind you as wooyoung pushes it shut dramatically.
the air is humid and thick with the scent of decaying plants and soil, the room only illuminated by moonlight filtering in through cracked glass.
"this place is really creepy," you mutter, hugging your arms to your chest, feeling hesitant. mingi chuckles softly behind you, his frame brushing your shoulder as he steps closer. jongho ventures around, scanning the room quietly.
wooyoung grins wide, poking around the furniture. "come on.. live a little! bet there's nothing but spiderwebs in here," he mutters, reaching for a pot on a high shelf, fingers slipping enough to send it tumbling down.
the crash echoes in the room, a thick cloud of golden dust bursting out and covering the room in a haze. it coats everything: your skin, your clothes, your hair.
a gentle warmth spreading throughout your chest, causing your cheeks to flush pink. you brush at your arms frantically, but the pollen is sticky, clinging to everything.
your heart drops to your belly, a strange feeling pooling between your thighs, causing you to shift uncomfortably. "guys.. something's wrong.. i feel really hot all of a sudden," you whisper, eyes widening as your nipples tighten against your shirt, feeling more sensitive all of a sudden.
wooyoung turns to you, a playful smirk playing on his lips as his pupils blow wide. "me too.. but it feels kinda good," he murmurs as he steps closer, eyes dragging across your figure.
mingi looms behind you, one hand steadying himself on a nearby table as a shiver runs through him, his breath growing ragged.
jongho's jaw clenches tightly, veins standing out on his forearms as he tries to ignore the sudden rush of blood south.
"probably some old aphrodisiac shit," mingi mutters, voice rough. "i heard a story about this place.. that stuff makes you crave someone.. makes good girls like you drip and beg even when your mouth says no."
his words send a shiver through you, shame heightening as the ache grows between your legs. you can feel yourself getting wet, the slick soaking your panties, and it's terrifying how quickly your body is betraying you.
you shake your head, backing up until your spine hits jongho's solid chest. "n-no.. we should leave. i-i don't want-" your voice cracks, hips twitching as a wave of heat crashes through you, heightened when wooyoung brushes his fingers against your wrist.
jongho's arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling your flush against him. you can feel his cock already hardening, thick against your ass.
"you're acting like you don't know how badly we've wanted to ruin you," jongho's breath is warm on your neck, lips grazing your skin, "but the pollen will help you be truthful."
wooyoung crowds your front, tilting your chin up with two fingers and forcing you to meet his gaze. "such a pure, innocent little thing," he murmurs before kissing you, shoving his tongue in your mouth. his hand slips under your shirt, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers, making you arch into him. "but your body's more honest than you.. bet you cunt's soaked too."
mingi drops to his knees in front of you, yanking your shorts and panties down without warning. the cool air hits your dripping folds, causing you to cry out and close your legs, but mingi just forces them apart with his shoulders.
"fuck, doll. look at this pretty pussy.. that pollen has you weeping for us," he groans, his thick fingers dragging up your slit, spreading the wetness up to your clit.
you buck against his hand, "please.. too much," you whimper as you grind down mindlessly.
jongho holds you upright, one hand spread across your stomach while the other plays with your nipple. "keep saying no, baby.. it'll be so much better when you fall apart for us," he whispers in your ear, his cock twitching against you.
wooyoung pulls away from you, helping you onto an old wooden table in the center of the room. your shirt is shoved up to your neck, legs spread wide, letting all three of them drink you in.
wooyoung claims your mouth while mingi buries his face between your thighs. he licks a long stripe up to your clit, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that makes you see starts, causing you to cry out into wooyoung's mouth.
"n-no.. mingi, i can't- ahh-!" you whimper as he adds another finger and scissoring, preparing you while he hums into your pussy.
jongho strokes his cock beside you, smearing precum over the head. "good girl.. taking his fingers like an expert. need to stretch that right hole and make you forget what it feels like to be empty."
you cum without warning, thighs shaking around mingi's head as you gush around his fingers, a whine tearing from your throat.
wooyoung takes over between your legs, spitting on your already dripping cunt before he pushes in with one smooth thrust. his hips snap forward in quick strokes, grinding deep inside you while his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit. "god- you're so fucking tight. this pussy is milking my cock, huh?" wooyoung teases as he picks up the pace.
mingi feeds his thick length past your lips, gripping your hair firmly. "suck, baby. gotta learn how a slut takes cock down her throat," he mutters as you choke and gag around him, tears streaming down your cheeks.
jongho lifts one of your legs higher, letting wooyoung angle his thrusts deeper while he plays with your tits, slapping them lightly.
jongho takes over, flipping you onto all fours, slamming into your pussy from behind with a bruising rhythm, his cock stretching you to your limit. "cry for me.. your greedy hole is sucking me in," jongho mutters, speeding up his thrusts.
wooyoung kneels in front of you, fucking your mouth in tandem with jongho's thrusts, leaving you a drooling mess.
mingi slicks his fingers with your wetness and presses them into your ass slowly, the burn overwhelming you instantly. you sob loudly around wooyoung, and mingi's free hand soothe your back as he bottoms out. "breathe, doll. taking both of us so well," mingi mutters as he alternates strokes with jongho.
hours blur in the haze of need brought on by the pollen. they take you again and again, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you. eventually, the effects of the pollen start to fade, leaving your pussy swollen and leaking, your body marked with handprints and bites.
wooyoung kisses your forehead softly as mingi strokes your hair, jongho pulling you against his chest warmly. "our corrupted girl," wooyoung murmurs as mingi wipes between your thighs with his discarded shirt, murmuring praises.
First, I just wanted to say hi and that I absolutely love all of your work! Itâs always such a good day when I see youâve posted something new. đ
Also, I have kind of an⌠extensive kink/headcanon list for the ATEEZ members when it comes to 18+ writing. đ I can picture all of it so clearly in my head, but every time I try to put it into words, it just doesnât come out the way I want it to.
I was wondering if youâd be interested in taking a look at it? No pressure at allâI just thought maybe it might spark some inspiration for you if any of it lines up with your ideas.
tags: omegaverse, predator/prey, a sprinkle of dubcon if you squint, breeding kink, marking, overstim?, size kink, mingi is feral, not proofread
900 sins
you're buried in work at the kitchen table, papers scattered everywhere as your headphones dangle from one ear.
"omega," mingi growls from the doorway. he's shirtless, sweat sliding down the lines of his stomach, sweatpants barely clinging to his hips.
his cock is already straining against the fabric, a dark wet spot forming at the tip. "come here. need to be inside you, right now," he mutters, eyes darkening with the fever of his rut.
slick floods between your thighs instantly, soaking your panties as your scent spikes in the air. "mingi, baby.. i can't.. just one more hour and i swear i'll-"
a guttural snarl tears from his chest, echoing in the room, sending sparks straight through your core.
you whimper as you push your chair back, bolting down the hallway as your heart slams in your chest. you can hear mingi chasing behind you, his long strides easily eating up the head start he gave you.
you make it halfway to the bedroom before his hand catches your waist, pulling a squeak from your throat as you twist free, darting into the room.
mingi laughs darkly, watching as you scramble across the bed before his fingers lock around your ankle, yanking hard. mingi's massive frame pins you down before you can crawl away, his hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head to the side so he can bury his face in your neck, teeth scraping over your mating mark.
"caught you," he growls, grinding himself against your ass, "thought you could run from your alpha? stupid little omega."
you whimper, pushing back against him as slick drips down your thighs. he rips your shorts and panties down in one tug, exposing your soaked pussy to the air. he drags two fingers through your folds, spreading the slick and circling your swollen clit, making your hips jerk.
"fuck, listen to how wet you are," he groans, pushing his fingers inside you roughly, curling them against that spot that makes you see stars. "you love when i chase you down, don't you? love being prey for me."
"yes- mingi, please-!" you moan, rocking back on his fingers.
he pulls them out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. you hear fabric rustling before feeling the hot, heavy length of his cock slapping against your ass. he lines up, slamming in with one brutal thrust, burying in you until his hips meet your ass, his knot bumping against your entrance.
you cry out, fingers clawing at the sheets as he splits you open. mingi pulls back almost all the way and drives in again, setting a punishing rhythm. the sound of his cock pounding into your dripping cunt fills the room, your slick coating his shaft and dripping down his balls.
"so fucking tight," he growls against your ear, teeth sinking into your shoulder. his hips snap forward with brutal power, each thrust shoving you up the bed until he yanks you back by the hair, keeping you where he wants.
you moan helplessly as your hips push back to meet his thrusts, his hips angling to hit that spot inside you over and over.
"mingi- ahh- too much-" you gasp, your body clenching tighter around him.
"take it," he snarls, biting down on your neck, "take your alpha's cock like the good omega you are. gonna knot this pretty pussy and fill you up till you're swollen with me."
his hand snakes down to your clit, rubbing messy circles until you cum hard around him. your orgasm rips through you, walls clamping down as you gush slick all over his cock.
mingi fucks you through it without slowing down, "good girl- fuck, squeezing me so tight.. gonna cum inside you."
his knot swells fast, catching on your entrance with every thrust. he pushes harder, forcing it past the tight ring until it pops in, locking you together, the sensation enough to send you spiraling into another orgasm.
mingi roars, hips jerking as he spills deep inside you, hot ropes of cum flooding your pussy until it leaks around his knot, running down your thighs in a messy stream.
mingi keeps grinding, milking every last drop as his big body drapes over yours, teeth latched onto your neck to keep you still.
"after a while, the knot starts to go down just enough. mingi pulls out with a wet pop, cum pouring out of your ruined hole.
"mine," he whispers, pressing gentle kisses to your mating mark, "my perfect omega."
you smile weakly, clenching around him to pull a groan from his lips. mingi's arms tighten around you, a satisfied rumble vibrating through him, "keeping you right here.."
tags: sugar daddy, daddy kink, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, age gap, aftercare, no plot just sex, not proofread
900 sins
you step into san's penthouse after another long day, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. "there's my pretty girl," san murmurs as he pours you a glass of wine, making your stomach flip.
"come here, baby," he says, patting his thigh softly.
you set your bag down, walking straight to him and letting him pull you into his lap, straddling one of his legs. his hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking the soft skin.
"missed you today," you whisper, already rocking against the firm muscle beneath you instinctively.
san chuckles, "i know you did. look at you, already so needy for daddy's thigh." he flexes it, letting the hard muscle press right against your clothed pussy.
you bite your lip as you start moving, dragging your heat along the length of his thigh, the fabric of your panties dampening with each roll of your hips.
san watches you through half-lidded eyes, one hand sliding up to cup your breast through your top, pinching your nipple to pull a gasp from your throat.
"that's it, princess. show me how much you want to earn all those pretty gifts i buy you," san mutters, biting his lip.
you whimper as you pick up the pace, your clit catching perfectly against the muscle of his thigh, sparks shooting up your spine. san's other hand grips your ass, guiding you into a punishing rhythm as the wet spot on his slacks grow with every roll of your hips.
"good girl, soak daddy's thigh. you're making such a mess for me," san murmurs, mouth brushing your ear.
you clutch his shoulders, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit as you chase your building orgasm. san's cock is hard under his slacks, straining against the zipper.
he slips two fingers into your panties, gathering your slick and rubbing slow circles around your clit as you keep riding his thigh.
"fuck, you're dripping," he groans. "humping my leg like a desperate little toy. you love it, don't you? love getting spoiled and used."
san pushes two fingers inside of you, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside while you grind down harder. "yes- yes, daddy," you whimper, hips stuttering from the sensation of his thigh and fingers.
he pulls his fingers out suddenly, bringing them to your mouth, "clean them."
you obey quickly, closing your lips around his fingers, pulling a growl from his lips.
"stand up for a second, baby," san orders, causing you to obey despite your legs being shaky. san unzips his slacks and frees his cock, already leaking at the tip as he strokes himself slowly, "take your clothes off, slowly."
you oblige, peeling the articles off and revealing the black lace lingerie he bought you last week. san's gaze darkens as he tugs your panties down, pulling you back onto his thigh.
"ride me," he orders, "and touch yourself while you do it, wanna watch."
you settle back down, one hand bracing on his chest while the other slides between your legs. you spread yourself with two fingers and start rubbing your clit in tight circles, hips rolling in time with the circles. san's hand works his own cock in lazy strokes, his thumb smearing the precum over the head.
"eyes on me, sweetheart," he says, voice deeper. "show daddy how you play with that pretty cunt."
you moan as you rub faster, grinding down harder on the muscle of his thigh. san's free hand returns to your hip to help you move, slapping you ass lightly whenever you try to slow down.
"that's my good girl.. fucking yourself on my thigh while you play with that pussy.. you're gonna cum, aren't you?" san chuckles, thumb running smooth circles over your skin.
you nod frantically as your clit throbs under your fingers, the wet slide of your juices coating his slacks. "cum for me, baby. let me see it."
you cum without warning, thighs clamping around his leg as your pussy spasms and gushes, soaking his thigh even more.
after you come down from your high, san helps you off of him, sitting you on the couch beside him.
you reach for his cock immediately, your hand wrapping around the base while his own hand covers the head, the both of you working together.
"just like that," he groans, head falling back against the cushions. you lean in and spit on his cock, letting your free hand cup his balls, rolling them while you continue to pump him.
san's hand finds your pussy again, two fingers sliding back inside you and fucking you in time with the strokes on his cock.
"you're so big, daddy.. want you to cum all over my fingers, please.." you plead, lips brushing his neck softly.
san curses under his breath, hips bucking into your fist as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive spot inside you, making you grind against his fingers.
"gonna cum, baby- fuck-" san groans, breath growing ragged.
you tighten your grip and twist under the head of his cock, causing it to pulse hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over your hand and painting your fingers and his abs. his fingers drive deeper into you, making you cum again, clenching around his fingers with a quiet moan.
san pulls you against his chest, his hand cradling the back of your head as he kisses you deeply. you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
"easy, baby," he murmurs softly, "you did so well for me.. such a good girl."
he reaches for a bottle of water, bringing it to your lips and letting you sip slowly. he quickly heads to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth and cleaning between your thighs, then wiping his cum from your fingers and his stomach.
"how do you feel, sweetheart?" san asks as he pulls you into his lap, draping a soft blanket over both of you. "good.. thank you daddy," you whisper, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone.
san smiles, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his fingers thread through your hair, massaging your scalp lightly. "rest, pretty baby. i've got you," he murmurs, wrapping you in his arms as sleep starts to tug at you.
warnings & tags: smut, fluff, slight somnophilia, unprotected sex, sub (?? I HOPE I DID SUB RIKU JUSTICE) riku, oral (female receiving) ⌠if i missed any tags let me know
a focused heat pressed against the inside of your thigh, followed by a sharp wet sound that pulled you from your dreams. your lashes fluttered open, the dim grey lighting of the early morning casted around you. the sheets were tangled around your legs, and the weight of a blanket was gone, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air of the bedroom.
another soft, slick sound caught your attention.
you shifted, a small movement, and warmth followed. your breath hitched as a pair of lips kissed where your thigh met your hip. a slow, open mouthed kiss. you didnât need to look down to know who it was, your riku. his hair was a dark mess against your skin, he traced the line of your hip with his tongue, slow and deliberate, an act of devotion. your hands moved in his hair, anchoring yourself in the moment.
he hummed against your skin, before nuzzling his face deeper against you. his lips parted, the tip of his tongue flicked out tasting you, that sent a jolt straight to your core. he was so eager, so completely lost in his need to please you. he shifted lower, his shoulders pushing your legs further apart. there was no hesitation in his movements. his mouth found your folds, a soft broken sigh escaped your lips. he started slowly, his tongue tracing the seam with gentleness. it was slow and deliberate.
he flattened his tongue, lapping at your entrance with firm strokes that gathered your slickness and coated his lips. the wet, messy sounds filled the room. your fingers tightened in his hair, a silent encouragement. he moaned, the vibration shooting through your clit, and his movements became even more desperate. he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, the pressure made your toes curl.
he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice hoarse and breathless against your soaked folds. âplease,â he murmured, the word muffled by your cunt. âi need to be inside you, please,â you looked down at him. his face was flushed, lips swollen and glistening with your cum. his eyes were blown wide with desperation, he loomed completely wrecked, so close just from tasting you. you gave a nod, too wrecked to say anything in that moment.
he scrambled up your body, his movements clumsy. he lined himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against you, as he waited. his whole body was trembling, he was holding back, waiting for your permission. âriku,â you breathed, lifting your hips to meet him. âplease.â
thatâs all it took, with a broken moan, he pushed forward. a slow deep stroke, the stretch was perfect almost overwhelming. he paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his body trembling as he fought for control. âfuck,â he choked out. âyou feel so good. so tight.â
he began to move his hips, each thrust was deliberate. his composure was slowly straining. his pace quickened , his thrust becoming harder, more erratic. the sound of skin slapping against skin along with your shared moans and gasps filled the room.
âplease,â he begged again, his voice cracking. âiâm so close. can i cum please? i need to fill you up. please?â, he babbled almost to himself it seemed. you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him deeper, meeting his powerful thrust with your own. âyes,â you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. âcum for me.â
your words caused his undoing, he let out a strangled cry. his hips slamming into you one last time, you felt him pulse inside you. the feeling of him losing control pouring into you sent you trembling over the edge. your orgasm crashes over you, your cunt clenched around him, milking him for every last dropped he had to offer. he collapsed onto of you, his weight comforting. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing soft lazy kisses against your sweat-slicked skin.
âthank you,â he whispered. âgod, thank you.â
rikuâs weight settles as you stroked his hair, your body humming with deep satisfaction. the morning light casts along you both, his hands began to roam, his fingers tracing small patterns on your skin. âlet me worship every inch of you.â
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AN : LOWKEY I DONâT THINK I DID A GOOD JOB WRITING SUB RIKU ⌠itâs more like riku worshiping reader but this is for @nctzenhwa ILY MWAH
tags: sugar daddy, daddy kink, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, age gap, aftercare, no plot just sex, not proofread
900 sins
you step into san's penthouse after another long day, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. "there's my pretty girl," san murmurs as he pours you a glass of wine, making your stomach flip.
"come here, baby," he says, patting his thigh softly.
you set your bag down, walking straight to him and letting him pull you into his lap, straddling one of his legs. his hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking the soft skin.
"missed you today," you whisper, already rocking against the firm muscle beneath you instinctively.
san chuckles, "i know you did. look at you, already so needy for daddy's thigh." he flexes it, letting the hard muscle press right against your clothed pussy.
you bite your lip as you start moving, dragging your heat along the length of his thigh, the fabric of your panties dampening with each roll of your hips.
san watches you through half-lidded eyes, one hand sliding up to cup your breast through your top, pinching your nipple to pull a gasp from your throat.
"that's it, princess. show me how much you want to earn all those pretty gifts i buy you," san mutters, biting his lip.
you whimper as you pick up the pace, your clit catching perfectly against the muscle of his thigh, sparks shooting up your spine. san's other hand grips your ass, guiding you into a punishing rhythm as the wet spot on his slacks grow with every roll of your hips.
"good girl, soak daddy's thigh. you're making such a mess for me," san murmurs, mouth brushing your ear.
you clutch his shoulders, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit as you chase your building orgasm. san's cock is hard under his slacks, straining against the zipper.
he slips two fingers into your panties, gathering your slick and rubbing slow circles around your clit as you keep riding his thigh.
"fuck, you're dripping," he groans. "humping my leg like a desperate little toy. you love it, don't you? love getting spoiled and used."
san pushes two fingers inside of you, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside while you grind down harder. "yes- yes, daddy," you whimper, hips stuttering from the sensation of his thigh and fingers.
he pulls his fingers out suddenly, bringing them to your mouth, "clean them."
you obey quickly, closing your lips around his fingers, pulling a growl from his lips.
"stand up for a second, baby," san orders, causing you to obey despite your legs being shaky. san unzips his slacks and frees his cock, already leaking at the tip as he strokes himself slowly, "take your clothes off, slowly."
you oblige, peeling the articles off and revealing the black lace lingerie he bought you last week. san's gaze darkens as he tugs your panties down, pulling you back onto his thigh.
"ride me," he orders, "and touch yourself while you do it, wanna watch."
you settle back down, one hand bracing on his chest while the other slides between your legs. you spread yourself with two fingers and start rubbing your clit in tight circles, hips rolling in time with the circles. san's hand works his own cock in lazy strokes, his thumb smearing the precum over the head.
"eyes on me, sweetheart," he says, voice deeper. "show daddy how you play with that pretty cunt."
you moan as you rub faster, grinding down harder on the muscle of his thigh. san's free hand returns to your hip to help you move, slapping you ass lightly whenever you try to slow down.
"that's my good girl.. fucking yourself on my thigh while you play with that pussy.. you're gonna cum, aren't you?" san chuckles, thumb running smooth circles over your skin.
you nod frantically as your clit throbs under your fingers, the wet slide of your juices coating his slacks. "cum for me, baby. let me see it."
you cum without warning, thighs clamping around his leg as your pussy spasms and gushes, soaking his thigh even more.
after you come down from your high, san helps you off of him, sitting you on the couch beside him.
you reach for his cock immediately, your hand wrapping around the base while his own hand covers the head, the both of you working together.
"just like that," he groans, head falling back against the cushions. you lean in and spit on his cock, letting your free hand cup his balls, rolling them while you continue to pump him.
san's hand finds your pussy again, two fingers sliding back inside you and fucking you in time with the strokes on his cock.
"you're so big, daddy.. want you to cum all over my fingers, please.." you plead, lips brushing his neck softly.
san curses under his breath, hips bucking into your fist as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive spot inside you, making you grind against his fingers.
"gonna cum, baby- fuck-" san groans, breath growing ragged.
you tighten your grip and twist under the head of his cock, causing it to pulse hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over your hand and painting your fingers and his abs. his fingers drive deeper into you, making you cum again, clenching around his fingers with a quiet moan.
san pulls you against his chest, his hand cradling the back of your head as he kisses you deeply. you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
"easy, baby," he murmurs softly, "you did so well for me.. such a good girl."
he reaches for a bottle of water, bringing it to your lips and letting you sip slowly. he quickly heads to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth and cleaning between your thighs, then wiping his cum from your fingers and his stomach.
"how do you feel, sweetheart?" san asks as he pulls you into his lap, draping a soft blanket over both of you. "good.. thank you daddy," you whisper, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone.
san smiles, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his fingers thread through your hair, massaging your scalp lightly. "rest, pretty baby. i've got you," he murmurs, wrapping you in his arms as sleep starts to tug at you.
tags: straight tentacle porn, dubcon, monsterfucking, double penetration, dacryphilia, size kink, slight blood play, like a crumb of aftercare, not proofread
900 sins
you stumble into the dimly lit chamber, buried deep within the forgotten ruins, your heart pounding from the chase that led you there.
the air is thick with the scent of old water and blood, making your pulse quicken as you venture deeper into the ruins.
shadows fall upon the stone walls until you fall into yeosang, his frame taller and stronger than any human, skin shimmering with iridescent scales that shift from crimson to black. two horns curve from his temples and massive tentacles uncurl from his back, slick and glistening in the light.
his eyes lock on you hungrily, "you wandered too far, little human," he says in a low rumble, "looks like you're mine to claim."
one tentacle snaps out quickly, wrapping around your waist and dragging you against his body. his scales feel smooth under your palms, muscles flexing tight as he pulls you flush to him.
you can already feel his tentacles moving against your thighs, the appendage cool and wet against your skin as he tilts your chin up with a clawed finger.
another tentacle brushes your cheek, leaving a slick trail that makes you twist away, but yeosang keeps you steady. "tears would look so pretty sliding down your face," he murmurs, breath warm against your ear.
his tentacles move quick to rip the fabric of your clothes away until you're bare, shivering against him. one coils against your thigh, spreading you open while another supports your back, arching you into him.
yeosang's mouth finds your neck, sucking marks into the skin, letting his fangs scrape and draw tiny drops of blood that he licks away.
you gasp into his mouth as he comes up for a kiss, his forked tongue pushing into your mouth with ease. his tentacles keep exploring your body, one slipping between your lips and letting the thick tip press against your entrance, coating it in warm slick.
yeosang pulls back from the kiss, watching tears slip from your eyes and down your cheek. "that's it," he murmurs, voice rough with need, "let me see how much you need me."
the first tentacle pushes in without warning, sliding to the hilt in one thrust. the stretch of it burns, making you feel so full it brings a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks. yeosang drinks in the sight, thumbing a tear away and tasting it.
"beautiful," he says in a satisfied tone before adding a second tentacle, forcing its way in alongside the first. they move in tandem, rubbing every sensitive spot inside you until your whole body is shaking, tears spilling down your face freely.
the wet sounds of his tentacles sliding in and out of you fills the chamber, mixing with your moans and yeosang's heavy breathing.
his hips rock into you, driving the tentacles depper as he sets a punishing rhythm, making you cry out with every thrust. another tentacle comes up to play with your nipples, pinching and sucking while another one loops around your throat.
"look at you," he growls, licking another tear from your cheek. "crying just from my tentacles, you're squeezing so tight around me.. my good little human."
your sobs turn into moans as his tentacles thrust harder, curling to fill every inch of you. your orgasm crashes through you hard, your walls clamping down on the intruding tentacles as tears pour down your cheeks.
yeosang groans, feeling every pulse as he moves through it, keeping his tentacles buried inside your abused hole. his claws trace light patterns on your back as he kisses the damp trails on your cheeks. "took me so well... cried so pretty for me.." yeosang murmurs as you drift into a floating state, his tentacles staying wrapped around you.
you feel the cold metal of the handcuffs bite into your wrists as they click shut. hongjoong stands above you, shirt unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulders, eyes darkened as he watches how your body stretches out on his bed.
"look at you," he murmurs, voice low and almost affectionate, "already trembling and i've barely touched you."
his fingers trace down your sternum, nails dragging enough to leave faint red lines in their wake. you arch into the touch instinctively, pulling a chuckle from hongjoong's lips as he closes his hand around your throat.
"you asked for this, remember?" he leans down, lips brushing your ear. "wanted me to hurt you. said you could take it, right?"
you nod as much as his grip allows and hongjoong smiles sharply, almost predator looking.
he releases your throat only to slide his hand lower, pinching one nipple between his fingers until you gasp. the pain blooms quickly, shooting straight between your legs. he twists his fingers a little more, watching your face closely to drink in the discomfort.
"good," he praises, "make those pretty sounds for me."
his mouth follows his hand, teeth sinking into your skin hard enough to pull a cry from your lips. he moves to the other side, repeating the action, causing you to strain your wrists against the cuffs, the metal digging into your skin.
hongjoong pulls back to admire the marks he left, deep reds blooming over your skin as he presses his fingers into a fresh bite, making you whimper.
"mine," he says simply, "all of this is mine to break."
he shifts down, spreading your thighs and dragging his nails down the sensitive skin, leaving long red trails. he pauses when he reaches your center, thumb circling your clit before he slaps you hard.
you jolt, a broken moan tearing from your throat as he does it again but harder, pain blooming instantly. your hips try to twist away from him, causing him to laugh quietly, pinning you down with a palm on your stomach.
hongjoong leans in and bites the inside of you thigh, hard enough to break skin, before presses his thumb into it, watching you writhe.
you're dripping by the time he finally pushes two fingers inside you, curling them roughly against the spot inside that makes you see stars. he fucks you steadily while his other hand rubs your clit, occasionally delivering another sharp slap to make your walls clench.
"hongjoong- fuck- please-!"
"please what?" he asks, voice calm as he adds a third finger, stretching you. "please hurt you more? you want me to make it worse?"
you nod frantically, and he rewards you by sinking his teeth into your hip, making sure the skin breaks. the pain pushes you closer to the edge, making hongjoong pull his fingers out right as you're about to tip over.
you sob in frustration, pulling a smirk to his lips as he climbs back up your body, kissing you roughly. "not yet," he whispers against your lips, "want you crying before i let you cum."
he flips you onto your stomach with ease, yanking your hips up so your ass is in the air, cuffed wrists trapped beneath.
his palm cracks against your ass without warning, alternating sides until your skin is raw and burning. hongjoong pauses to dig his fingers into the sore skin, spreading you open to see how wet you are.
"beautiful," he murmurs before spanking you harder, causing tears to prick at your eyes, streaming down your cheeks.
once your ass is a mess of red handprints, he finally presses the head of his cock against your entrance. he drags it through your folds, coating himself in your wetness while one hand fists into your hair, yanking your head back.
"beg," he demands, voice low.
"please- hongjoong please fuck me, hurt me, i need it-"
he slams into you in one thrust, the stretch burning instantly as he starts a punishing rhythm. every snap of his hips drives him deeper, the head of his cock hitting spots that make you scream into the sheets.
his hand comes down on your bruised ass, leaning over you and letting his teeth find your shoulder, biting down while he pulls you into him harder.
"take it," hongjoong growls against your skin, "take everything i give you."
you're sobbing as your body flares with pain and pleasure, and he reaches around to pinch your clit roughly, enough to push you over the edge.
your orgasm crashes over you violently, walls clamping down around him as you shake. hongjoong fucks you through it, chasing his own release while you're pulsing and oversensitive.
he buries himself deep, letting himself spill inside you with a low grunt, staying inside you while his cock twitches.
hongjoong pulls out after a while, grabbing a warm cloth to clean you up, wiping the sweat and slick between your thighs gently.
"shh, baby.. i've got you," he whispers, uncuffing your wrists and bringing each one to his lips to kiss the marks left behind, thumbs rubbing slow circles over the tender areas.
he pulls you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms, threading his fingers through your hair and stroking the strands softly, pressing tiny kisses to your temple and cheeks.
"you were so good for me," he murmurs against your skin, "my sweet girl.. i'm so proud of you." one hand traces lazy patterns down your back, letting you tuck your face into his neck.
"does anything hurt too much?" he asks quietly, letting his lips brush your hair. you shake your head, pulling a hum of relief from his lips. "rest now, okay?"
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