Warnings: Master Lee Know, puppy play, humiliation, degradation, unprotected sex, cum play, begging, degradation, free use
Word count: 877
Minho did not ask you for much. He spoils you, he takes care of you, and he’s always tending to your needs. All he asks is that you be a good girl for him.
And you always were. You would drop to your knees to beg with your tongue out without needing instruction, and you were always quick to follow commands.
So, on days like these when you were asked to be always available to him, you were happy to oblige.
You woke up before your boyfriend as you usually did, heading to the kitchen to make you both coffee and breakfast before he would inevitably wake up and make his way to the kitchen to greet you with a kiss as he did every day.
He seemed to have other plans today, however. He did greet you in the kitchen, of course, but as opposed to a gentle kiss, you are met with a hand in your hair, almost making you drop your mug.
“Good morning, my worthless little puppy.” He coos, voice a little deeper than usual. His other hand gently strokes your cheek, telling you what you were in for today. Minho had times when he would wake up feeling a little harder and more sadistic than usual, and you were always eager to have him take those feelings out on you.
“Good morning, master.” You choke out, your throat a little strained by the position he has you locked in. His sadistic smirk has your heart fluttering, his hand leaving your hair without another word as he allows you to continue making his breakfast, thanking you when you serve it to him. He pauses you as you sit down to eat with him, kissing your cheek sweetly before pinching your thigh. It was certain to be a busy day for you.
A few hours later and he had left you alone for the most part, focusing on his own work and allowing you time to complete parts of your morning routine alongside a few points for an assignment you were working on. You stood up in front of your computer to stretch out your back, Minho walking into the room and taking notice of how deliciously tempting your skin looked when it was exposed by the stretch of your arms above your head. He can’t really help himself, laughing as you yelp in surprise, a hand gripping your hip hard as the other pressed firmly between your shoulders, forcing you to bend over your desk.
“How is your morning going, puppy?” He asks, only half interested as his hand trails between your thighs, slipping beneath your black shorts to rub between your lips through your underwear. Your only response if a half-choked moan, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden pressure between your legs. “You must not be very busy, huh? You’re so wet. Stupid little slut.” His fingers snake underneath your panties, his deep laugh making your spine tingle with the slightest bit of fear.
“I’m not.” You attempt to speak out your disagreement, only to have a hand clamp over your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
“Nobody asked you to speak, pet. So shut the fuck up.” His words were harsh, his actions matching as he slips his pants down just enough to free his cock, forcing it inside you with little struggle. He knew exactly how much you loved being treated like this. “Fuck…” His moans have you clenching around him, his thrust aggressive but calculated. If he were to allow it, you were sure you could come from this alone, but you knew that wouldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t be letting you come until the day was over, and he’d had his share of pleasure.
“Master, please!” You can’t help but stutter, your words almost slurring. It felt way too good for you to care about forming a coherent sentence.
“I told you to shut the fuck up.” You’re pulled up by your hair, your back flush to his chest as his thrust got rougher, jolting your entire body as you struggled to support the position you were in, your neck aching slightly as he held you there, giving you no choice but to attempt to hold your moans as you took his cock.
The closer he got to his high, the more aggressive he was, at one point gripping your cheeks to turn your head, only to land a hard slap across your face that had tears forming in your eyes. Every objection made him feel more powerful, and you were crumbling beneath him. “I’m so close.” The words are practically inaudible, his head hidden in your neck as he left bite marks across your sensitive skin that would surely bruise purple. It only took him a few more minutes to lose all self-control, coming deep inside you as he grips your hips hard enough to leave subtle finger shaped marks, your gentle whimpers helping him ride out his high.
He takes a few minutes to compose himself before pulling out, reaching over to the corner of your desk to grab tissues and clean himself up, offering you no assistance. “I’m not finished with you yet, puppy. You’re my fleshlight for the day.”
Idk if you do request but recently I listened to bad things by mgk and uhhhh I was like “a story ab mark and y/n would fit this SO PERFECTLY” and your an amazing writer so I thought I should send this to you :,)- you don’t have to write it but I thought this would be an amazing little story or a full on series or something idk but yeee :)
Posted! I'm not sure if I've done it justice, but I'd love to know your thoughts!
Warnings: unprotected sex, back scratching, oral (f receiving), ever so slightly toxic relationship, subtle dirty talk.
Word count: 907
Based on the song Bad Things by MGK
“I can’t live without you.” Mark sighs against your neck, his hands holding on to your hips for dear life. You always found yourself in this position, arguing not even 15 minutes earlier about the state of your relationship, or lack of such. You had a habit of hurting each other unintentionally, but neither of you could stay away. The love you shared was something passionate, and the fire was something that drove you harder toward each other.
“You don’t have to.” You whimper, his slightly chapped lips running over your soft skin, tickling the skin with every gentle kiss pressed against your shoulder. “I’m addicted to you.” He can’t help but groan in response, the slightly possessive attitude he held toward you showing at times like this.
“I want you forever.” The words are followed by a slight growl, a sound that is both angry and desperate. The man can’t stop himself from pressing a forceful kiss against your lips, your own chasing his touch as your tongues danced together messily, a hand gripping his neck as the other played in his hair.
“I want you to do that thing I like.” You whisper between kisses, pressing your chest harder against his own, trying desperately to convey the need you were feeling.
Thank God he could take a hint, lifting you up with a firm grip on your thighs to move you to his bed, dropping you against his messy sheets and allowing you to scoot up before he settles his body between your thighs, your legs wrapping around his hips as his hands trace over every inch of your body, admiring every mark it held. He wished he could explain what it was that told him he’d die without you. What it was that kept him coming back to you like an addict searching for his next high.
He doesn’t waste his time marking you, teeth nipping at every inch of exposed flesh as he focused on claiming you, wanting every person that had the chance to see you to know that you were clearly taken by someone. Each mark hurt a little more than the last, his teeth sinking a little deeper as he sucked a little harder, his bruises littering every inch of his favourite canvas.
“I need you. I need you so bad.” He whines, moving up to kiss you harder than before, grinding his hard length against you, your hips meeting his as your hands clumsily slide beneath his briefs, palming his cock as he moans against your lips. It doesn’t take very long for him to become too needy to contain himself, his hips grinding harder against your hand before he finds himself frustrated, moving back away from you to push your skirt up, roughly pulling your underwear down your legs, moaning deeply at the sigh of your pussy bare in front of him. He had been craving you for so long that it would be a crime if he didn’t take the opportunity presented to him, eagerly running his tongue along your slit. The taste of you was something he could never get enough of, and the fact that you were practically dripping was a lovely boost to his ego. “Fuck, baby.” His voice has a hint of teasing to it, loving the way you whimper and whine for him as he slips two fingers inside your dripping entrance, smirking as you both hear the undeniable sounds of your wetness. The more he presses his fingers in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, the more your pussy clenches around them, telling him how much you need him.
“Please.” You moan, feeling like you’d cry if he didn’t fuck you soon. “Please use me, Mark. Please show me why I’m yours!” He growls at your words, removing his fingers from you in favour of gripping your thighs, holding them up as you free his cock from his pants, allowing him to slide it between your thighs whilst he holds them together, your wetness coating him and providing him with the most amazing sensation.
“God, as incredible as this feels, I need to be inside you.” Your thighs are pushed closer to you, his cock slipping inside you causing you to whine out loud, the stretch burning for a minute before it turns into nothing but pure pleasure, his thrust slow and deep, becoming increasingly forceful. It’s when you begin digging your sharp nails into his back, the pain making him feel so very good, unable to hold back when his pace picks up, his hand moving between your legs so that his thumb could rub gentle yet firm circles on your clit, moving at the perfect pace to have your orgasm hit you like a train, your body trembling as your pussy tightens and flutters around his cock. “Holy fuck!” Mark lets go of your thigh, pressing his body hard against yours and kissing you passionately as his own high hits, his hips rolling slowly against you and his breath hitching as he fills you.
“Mark.” You groan, pushing against his chest. “Can’t breathe.”
“Oh, sorry.” He quickly rolls off you, reaching for whatever piece of dirty clothing is close enough to attempt to clean you up.
It’s almost guaranteed that you’d be right back to bickering tomorrow, but the deep scratches that stood out against his skin would remind him why he came back every time.
Doyoung did not ask you for much. He spoils you; he takes care of you, and he’s always tending to your needs. All he asks is that you be a good girl for him.
And you always were. You would drop to your knees to beg with your tongue out without needing instruction, and you were always quick to follow commands.
So, on days like these when you were asked to be always available to him, you were happy to oblige him.
You woke up before your boyfriend as you usually did, heading to the kitchen to make you both coffee and breakfast before he would inevitably wake up and make his way to the kitchen to greet you with a kiss as he did every day.
He seemed to have other plans today, however. He did greet you in the kitchen, of course, but as opposed to a gentle kiss, you are met with a hand in your hair, almost making you drop your mug.
“Good morning, my worthless little puppy.” He coos, voice a little deeper than usual. His other hand gently strokes your cheek, telling you what you were in for today. Doyoung had times when he would wake up feeling a little harder and more sadistic than usual, and you were always eager to have him take those feelings out on you.
“Good morning, master.” You choke out, your throat a little strained by the position he has you locked in. His sadistic smirk has your heart fluttering, his hand leaving your hair without another word as he allows you to continue making his breakfast, thanking you when you serve it to him. He pauses you as you sit down to eat with him, kissing your cheek sweetly before pinching your thigh. It was certain to be a busy day for you.
A few hours later and he had left you alone for the most part, focusing on his own work and allowing you time to complete parts of your morning routine alongside a few points for an assignment you were working on. You stood up in front of your computer to stretch out your back, Doyoung walking into the room and taking notice of how deliciously tempting your skin looked when it was exposed by the stretch of your arms above your head. He can’t really help himself, laughing as you yelp in surprise, a hand gripping your hip hard as the other pressed firmly between your shoulders, forcing you to bend over your desk.
“How is your morning going, puppy?” He asks, only half interested as his hand trails between your thighs, slipping beneath your black shorts to rub between your lips through your underwear. Your only response if a half-choked moan, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden pressure between your legs. “You must not be very busy, huh? You’re so wet. Stupid little slut.” His fingers snake underneath your panties, his deep laugh making your spine tingle with the slightest bit of fear.
“I’m not.” You attempt to speak out your disagreement, only to have a hand clamp over your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
“Nobody asked you to speak, pet. So shut the fuck up.” His words were harsh, his actions matching as he slips his pants down just enough to free his cock, forcing it inside you with little struggle. He knew exactly how much you loved being treated like this. “Fuck…” His moans have you clenching around him, his thrust aggressive but calculated. If he were to allow it, you were sure you could come from this alone, but you knew that wouldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t be letting you come until the day was over, and he’d had his share of pleasure.
“Master, please!” You can’t help but stutter, your words almost slurring. It felt way too good for you to care about forming a coherent sentence.
“I told you to shut the fuck up.” You’re pulled up by your hair, your back flush to his chest as his thrust got rougher, jolting your entire body as you struggled to support the position you were in, your neck aching slightly as he held you there, giving you no choice but to attempt to hold your moans as you took his cock.
The closer he got to his high, the more aggressive he was, at one point gripping your cheeks to turn your head, only to land a hard slap across your face that had tears forming in your eyes. Every objection made him feel more powerful, and you were crumbling beneath him. “I’m so close.” The words are practically inaudible, his head hidden in your neck as he left bite marks across your sensitive skin that would surely bruise purple. It only took him a few more minutes to lose all self-control, coming deep inside you as he grips your hips hard enough to leave subtle finger shaped marks, your gentle whimpers helping him ride out his high.
He takes a few minutes to compose himself before pulling out, reaching over to the corner of your desk to grab tissues and clean himself up, offering you no assistance. “I’m not finished with you yet, puppy. You’re my fleshlight for the day.”
Warnings: Murderer!au, Non Con, force, bondage (duct tape), degradation, manipulation (gaslighting), HARDCORE THEMES, blood, death threats, body fluids.
Word Count: 1282
WARNING: This fic contains EXTREME themes that are PURELY for fantasy purposes. I do not condone any of these actions outside of a fantasy setting. This fic contains NON CONSENSUAL penetration. This fic should not be read by ANY person who does not take interest in CNC/NONCON, Heavy dark themes and/or horror.
Summary: Reader walks in on their boyfriend, Jaehyun, having just commit murder. Jaehyun is furious that she would ever think he would hurt her and takes it out in the reader.
This has to be a dream.
You stood in the hallway of the home you shared with Jaehyun, speechless as your blood ran cold at the scene you had walked in to.
Your beloved boyfriend was stood Infront of the bathroom door, dishevelled and covered in stains of deep red. You had to be seeing things.
"Baby. You weren't supposed to be home for a few hours..." He speaks as gentle as he could but the man speaking isn't YOUR Jae. He couldn't be. His eyes are almost pitch black and there's a hint of something devilish deep in his voice as he steps toward you, wiping his hands on his light wash jeans only to add to the smears of crimson that had already tainted the fabric.
"What... What's going on... Jae..." He can hear the fear in your voice and, though he hadn't intended for this to happen, he can't help but find a sick sense of pleasure at the sight of you inching away from him, your instincts telling you to make yourself small as if it were possible for you to disappear from your nightmare.
"He deserved it, angel. You know me. Why would I ever do something if it wasn't necessary?" You startled when he takes another step forward, taking 3 back out of fear of what he may do. How could this be the man you had spent the last year and a half of your life with.
"Come on, baby. You don't think I'd hurt you, do you?" He shakes his head, your lower back bumping against the kitchen table. He has you trapped where you are, a hand meeting your hips softly as the other holds your chin. "How could you possibly think so lowly of me? I've always been good to you, haven't I? I've never hurt you, baby." Your mind is fuzzy with a mixture of fear, confusion and adrenaline, his words twisting in your mind.
"You... Is he..." He presses a cold kiss against your lips, a copper taste meeting your tongue from where his lip had been cut, assumably during the struggle of his crime. It's a taste that makes you want to push him away from you and run but you knew you didn't stand a chance against him.
"Well of course. I always finish what I start, don't I?" There's a hint of a smile tainting his lips as he stares down at you, pressing another more aggressive kiss to your lips. His displeasure is clear when you don't return his kiss and his grip moves from your jaw to your cheeks, squeezing slightly and holding your head still.
You try to avoid eye contact, angering him further. "How could you be so cruel, my love? I've always given you everything you could possibly want and yet you act like this over a moral disagreement?" He's truly a master manipulator, succeeded in planting a seed of guilt in the pit of your stomach.
"Jaehyun... Please let me go.." A low growl escapes his lips at the suggestion. You would really have the audacity to try and leave him?
"You're so fucking ungrateful." The hand that was holding your cheeks is quickly moved to your hair, grabbing a handful to help him stand you up properly, dragging you forward toward your bedroom. You dare to look into the bathroom as you pass and your heart practically stops when you see the blood painting your once shining white tile.
Your thoughts are quickly interrupted as you're pushed into the bedroom, your body stumbling toward to bed as Jaehyun moves to grab something off your drawers. You don't see what it is as you regain stability for only a second before your arms are being yanked behind your back, duct tape wrapping around your wrist painfully tight. Your struggling is useless, the man you loved shoving you down onto your bed. You stare up at him with pleading eyes.
"Jaehyun, please don't-" Your begging is cut short, tape slapping over your mouth. You can no longer hold back your tears as they spill down your cheeks, the sight only heightening Jaehyun's enjoyment.
"I've always thought you were so pretty when you cried." He muttered, crawling between your legs. He pries them apart, pushing up your skirt and groaning deep withing his throat as he sees the thin fabric of your thong completely soaked. You couldn't help it, of course. He knew that. Your body was sexualising your fear as a coping mechanism. But he loved that. He loved watching your useless struggling as your pussy dripped.
"You know... You're lucky I love you so much, baby." He whispers against your ear, his tongue trailing down your neck as his fingers duck beneath your underwear to rub your clit. "You could have been another victim. That could have been you laying lifeless on the bathroom floor." A moan is forced from you, muffled by the tape as he easily presses two fingers inside of your soaking cunt, thrusting them in and out of you slowly. "But this pussy is too good to kill you."
Your cheeks are covered with mascara, Jaehyun moaning happily when you start crying harder, his jeans being tugged down to free his cock enough for him to start sliding it against your slit. You hate him. Or, you wish you hated him. You were overcome with a heavy feeling of shame upon realising how disgustingly good it felt to have him touch you, almost WANTING him to fuck you. You don't have a choice in that however, his thick cock forcing it's way inside of you. He isn't met with any resistance, your pussy always adjusting to him so easily. He had a power over you that you have never been able to explain.
"Fuck, baby. It's almost like you're enjoying yourself, hm? You're so fucking wet for me." He thrust are rough and messy, his hand wrapping around your throat so tight that you could have sworn you blacked out for a moment.
"I could still kill you. I could end your precious little life with my cock shoved inside you. Wouldn't that feel so good? To die being fucked like a filthy fucking slut?" His words should disgust you. They should make you wish your suffering would end. But they don't. Instead of rejecting the thought, your pussy squeezes tight around him, suddenly hit by your orgasm. Jaehyun is absolutely thrilled, relishing in your uncontrollable whines as your body convulses and twitches.
You do black out at some point, coming to as Jaehyun pulls out of you, grabbing the bottom of your thighs and forcing them toward your chest, crossing your legs and thrusting his cock between your thighs in search of his own high. It's only a minute before he's painting you with his cum, some on your chest and some reaching your face. He could have cum in you, sure, but you look absolutely broken this way.
He doesn't clean you up or attempt to move you off of the now blood stained sheets. You were sure some of it was yours, only now feeling the sting of various cuts along your skin from his nails digging in. He quickly rolls you on to your side, pleased to see how red and marked your wrist were around the tape. He wouldn't be removing it, or the tape over your mouth.
"I'm not done with you, my dearest Bunny. I have to decide how I'm going to keep you in line." He climbs off the bed, pulling his jeans up and reaching for a towel to wipe his hands. "Be sure not to go anywhere."
Warnings: Caught masturbating, oral sex (male receiving), slight cum eating, dirty talk, begging.
Word count: 723
It was oddly quiet in your apartment. You had just gotten home from work and Mark had told you he would be there when you arrived yet he was nowhere to be seen.
"Mark? Baby?" You call out to him, setting your bag down beside the door and taking off your coat. You head to check the kitchen only to find it empty, most of the lights off except for one in the hallway that you were sure you had left off.
You hear something, unsure of exactly what it was, and make your way to your bedroom, standing frozen for a second when you open the door.
"Jesus! I didn't hear you get home!" Mark practically screams as he throws the blanket over his head, trying to hide what you had just seen. You hear an embarassed whine when you accidentally let a laugh slip.
"I called out to you!" You have to take a second to gather your thoughts, hushing your laughter before sitting down on the sliver of bed beside him.
"Baby, it's okay." You tug the blanket down enough to see his pouting face, returning the look until he makes enough room for you to sit comfortably. You decide to make him feel a little better and slip your hand under the covers, tracing patterns on his stomach that make him shiver.
"I mean... It's kind of cute that you missed me so much." You smile, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. "How about I help you out?"
He nods his head eagerly, forgetting his embarassment as it's replaced with rampant thoughts about how amazing you always made him feel.
"Please. I'll be good. Please?" He wasn't sure why he was begging when you'd already offered but he couldn't stop himself.
You shake your head, letting out an amused laugh and you move the blankets, fitting yourself between his spread thighs as you admired his cock. You always thought Mark had a beautiful dick. It was the perfect length for you and had girth to match. You loved the way it looked, the way it felt and especially the way he whined when you wrapped your hand around it.
"Fuck..." He lets out a breathy moan the second your hand makes contact with his sensitive skin, watching carefully as you jerked him off at a slow, lazy pace. There was no rush, really, but Mark was never the best at being patient when he was so horny that every touch sent sparks swimming through his veins. "Your mouth... Please..." His whispers were almost inaudible to you and you barely heard them, but you wouldn't have needed him to ask regardless. You yourself found it impossible to resist wrapping your lips around the pretty pink tip of his cock, sucking lightly and letting your tongue trace over every ridge and dip.
You couldn't contain your own moan, your mind going blank as you savoured the feeling of your boyfriend's dick, the weight heavy on your tongue as you bobbed further every time, even being kind enough to allow the boys hips to buck up into your mouth, making you gag slightly. You didn't mind though. You rather enjoyed seeing how desperate he became for you and the saliva dripping down his cock paired with the tears pricking your eyes that threatened to smudge your mascara gave you your own form of pleasure, your lower stomach buzzing with electricity.
"Please don't stop. Feels so good. You're so good to me... Fuck, love you so much." Mark rambled mindlessly, his hand meeting the back of your head to gently pet his hair, a silent display of gratitude as he came down your throat, not thinking to pull out as you struggled to swallow with his cock still deep in your mouth.
You could see the blush on his cheeks brighten when you finally pulled away, coughing a little as his cum dripped down your chin. You wipe the mess with your thumb, tapping his thigh with your other hand before pressing the digit against his lips, your pussy clenching as he opens happily, enthusiastically cleaning the left over cum off your finger.
Warnings: Subtle puppy play, Dom Lucas, rough grabbing, choking, dirty talk, pet names, praise, subtle degradation, mention of bruises, unprotected sex.
Word Count: 1456
"Good girl." Lucas mumbles mindlessly, petting your head as he scrolls through his phone. You had your head in his lap and were watching Final Space with Xiaojun and Yang Yang who were sat on the other couch.
"NOOOOO!" The three of you scream collectively as you watch your favourite character get kidnapped again and you can practically hear Lucas roll his eyes, resulting in a deep pout as you sit up, staring at him with sad puppy eyes.
"Why are you being so grumpy?" Your question results in a raised eyebrow that eventually falls with a sigh, his arm wrapping around your waist and his phone dropping as he pulls you against his side.
"I'm not being grumpy. You've been watching this for hours though and I'd like attention at some point." He usually wasn't quick to admit his needs but sometimes he just wanted to be able to have his hands on you. You understood that, of course, and are quick to throw the remote over to Yang Yang, grabbing Lucas' hand and pulling him up.
"Don't give me any spoilers!!" You should back as you drag your boyfriend to his room, locking the door as he gets comfortable on the bed. It wouldn't be the first time a roommate was locked out around here.
"Come here." Lucas spreads his arms, clearly expecting you to join him which you happily do, shuffling in beside him and pressing your back to his chest, fidgeting for a minute to get as close as possible. "Stop doing that." He sighs with frustration, only encouraging you to wriggle more.
"Why?" You don't try to hide the mischief in your voice, taunting him a little bit.
His hand grips your hip in a useless attempt to keep you still. "Because it's been a while and we kept getting caught." He notably groans when you roll over, immediately noticing the smirk on your lips. Thankfully for you, he quickly changes his tune when your hand sneaks between you both to palm over his already half hard length.
"Sooo we won't get caught this time? No point in punishing yourself." You start peppering kisses along his neck and he gives in to his urges, quickly moving his body on top of yours, his arms beside your chest and his lips pressing against your own gently. You whine for more, kissing him deeper as you continue your previous task, struggling with his jeans for a minute before you manage to get them unbuttoned and unzipped, shoving them down a bit to roughly in your frustration.
"Careful, puppy."
You sigh happily at the nickname being said in his slightly raspy voice, wrapping your hand around his length and giving shallow strokes that distract him from his original train of thought. He focuses instead on attempting to leave a heart shaped love bite on your shoulder. He considered it his signature when you two had sex and it had almost become a subtle brag whenever it was pointed out by one of the other members, knowing that a few of them had their own little crushes on you.
"Ow!" You yelp slightly when he sucks a little harder than usual, not expecting the extra pain. Confusion paints your face as he pulls away completely, staring down at you with concern.
"Are you okay?" It was sweet of him to be worried, really, but it's not exactly what you were looking for.
"Why'd you stop?"
His face mimics your own. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
You groan in response, sliding your hands under his shirt and pressing your nails slightly into his chest.
"You can be a little rougher. I don't mind." He coughs slightly to try and hide the groan that slips when you whimper. He didn't want you to ever think that he would genuinely hurt you.
"I dunno baby..." He wants to try it with you. He really does. He just can't help but hesitate.
"You don't have to..." You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down a little, the weight of his body resting on yours. You gently stroke his cheek, staring up at him with shining eyes. "But if you did want to... I would really like that.~" your voice drops a tiny bit and these a subtle sigh to it as you think about all the potential things he could do. "I know you'd make me feel so good. I promise I'll be a good puppy for you." He snaps on your last sentence, pushing his hips into your own before tugging off your shorts, happy to see there were no underwear to compete with.
"Tell me if it's too much ok?" You nod and he relaxes, moving back a bit. His large hands grip your thighs as he moves down, laying between your legs and placing your thighs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around them to trap you in place. A loud moan rips from your throat as he wastes no time in diving in, his tongue gliding over your pussy to savour the taste of you before it moves to your clit, slowly stroking back and forth. You know he's teasing you and you throw your arm over your face with an exasperated groan.
"Please don't be mean to me." His fingers dig in to your sensitive skin, a feeling that tells you that you might end up with bruises as he stares straight into your eyes.
"Don't be so spoilt." His voice is stern and sure and it makes you melt, finally seeing the side of Lucas that you had been yearning for.
You don't resist when he takes his time torturing you for a good 20 minutes. You had lost all ability to think the second his fingers joined the mix, moaning uncontrollably as he thrust them in and out of you slowly, stroking your gspot every time. He was truly blessed with talent, knowing every move that made you want to obey him forever.
"Please... Please I just... I need you so bad." You weren't sure if you could take anymore, so desperate to feel him inside of you that you thought you might cry.
You're almost relieved when he finally moved away, his fingers stroking your side to comfort you.
"You've been so good. My pretty puppy." He sighs with his own kind of relief as he presses his cock against your entrance, slowly bottoming out. You choke on your moans, completely overwhelmed. It had clearly been longer than you thought, no longer as well adjusted to his size. Of course, he found that to be an ego boost.
You press your hips up too meet his when you're ready and he doesn't wait any longer, thrusting into you deeply, keeping his pace slow as he wraps a hand around your throat, a hungry look in his eyes that makes you clench around him.
"You look so good like this. Look at me, puppy." His other hand roughly grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, whimpers flowing freely from you. You were in pure bliss with the treatment he was giving you, whining as his thrust got harder, hips rolling against you every time he thrust in. You took pride in the loud groans he couldn't control every time you intentionally clenched around his cock, his thrust getting messier every time.
"You're so funny." He glared at you, rolling his eyes before his free hand joins the one on your throat, your body trembling as he takes it just far enough to make you dizzy before his hands remove completely, taking up a spot on your thighs so that he can push them up to your chest as he starts fucking you harder, practically growling at how good you felt around him, your dripping pussy hugging his cock.
"Do you wanna cum? Is my dumb puppy gonna cum for me?" He laughs slightly, a condescending action that only encourages your orgasm, your pussy practically fluttering.
"Please " Is all you can manage, your voice strained from the amount of noise you were making. You're thankful when he starts rubbing gentle circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge within minutes. Your entire body shakes with the intensity, his own high catching him by surprise, his body pressing hard against your own as you both ride it out.
It takes a few minutes for you both to come to properly, realising you were laying there covered in sweat and fluids.
"Can you help me shower?" You ask with signature puppy eyes and he nods, immediately standing and picking you up, deciding to worry about the mess on the sheets when you were done.
"Happy birthday, Cupid." You smile, straddling Jaehyuns lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and his own take their place around your hips, holding you close.
"Cupid, hm?"
You nod, pecking his lips gently and bringing a hand up to comb through his hair, admiring how soft it was.
"Of course. Surely you knew this already? You definitely struck me, at least."
He laughs and it's brighter than any of the candles you had laid out around the room, forgetting about the dinner you had made that was slowly but surely going cold.
"I'm glad Cupid gets his own happy ending." He whispers, moving his grip down to your thighs and smoothly moving you onto the couch beside him, shuffling to settle himself between your thighs. His weight on top of you always feels so comforting and you lean your head back slightly, exposing your neck for him to start marking. It was really one of his favourite things to do and he lived for the rare occassion when you would allow him to indulge. "You know, you really are the best gift." He mumbles betweens kisses and soft bites to your exposed skin. You when you had first met him on his birthday two years ago. You were best friends with Mark and ran into them while they were out celebrating, your loyal side kick eager to introduce you to the man he thought you would get along with so well. You guessed Mark was also a bit of a match maker.
"I think you were a gift to me, actually." You state as if it's an undeniable fact, a moan following thanks to your shirt being tugged off, your boyfriend's hands gripping harder at your thighs as his lips travel down across your collar bones and over your chest, leaving tiny marks in their wake to show that he had been there.
"I love you so much." The words are barely audible with hims lips pressing to your thigh, one of his hands losing grip to travel down between your legs, a single digit tracing over the wet spot that was now forming on your underwear.
You can't help but whimper when they're pulled to the side, a second finger joining as he drags his fingers along your slit for only a second before they're pressing against your entrance, your back arching and your grip on his hair tightening for a minute as you adjust. You had sex often but you could never get used to the kind of pleasure that only Jaehyun could provide.
"Does it feel good, baby? You make the prettiest faces when I touch you like this." His voice is low and teasing, eyes fixed on where his digits are slowly thrusting in and out of you. He could honestly do this for hours and he would if it weren't for the subtle desperation that was tainting his thoughts.
"Jae, need more. Please." Your voice cracks slightly and he pulls away from you, standing off the couch entirely.
"Knees, baby."
You know that command all to well and scramble to follow, perching yourself on your knees Infront of him, your mouth falling open on instinct.
"Such a good girl..." He mutters, his hand coming up to hold the back of your head as he pushes his sweat pants down to free his dick, pumping it in his hand a few times before he's sliding it inside of your mouth, his hips pressing further and further until your nose bumps his skin and you're gagging around him. He knows exactly how much you can take and pulls back after a few seconds, lazily fucking your mouth at his leisure. You're more than happy to sit still and take what he decides he wants to give you. It was his day, after all.
After a solid 5 minutes of using your mouth for his own pleasure, he pulls out completely, gripping your hair to guide you up and over to the side of the couch, only letting go when he's pressing between your shoulders to force you over the arm.
Your underwear stays on, once again tugged aside as you're filled without warning, obscene noises from how wet you were sounding unbearably loud in the silence of the room.
"Fuck." A loud groan meets your ears and you can't help but clench around him, delighted when it pulls another deep groan from the back of his throat. "You feel so fucking good. Shit." He could feel his self control slipping with every thrust and every squeeze of your pussy around his thick cock. "Baby, I don't think I'm gonna last much longer." He strains to get the words out, completely caught in the way you feel and the unbearable amounts of pleasure he feels.
"Please cum for me." It's a bit difficult for you to get the words out with a cushion shoved against your face but you manage, his thrust getting messier. "Please fill me up. You feel so fucking good." You sweat you were going to black out from the intense stimulation, completely caught off guard when his hand locks in your hair, tugging you up so that your back is pressed against his chest, his other hand sneaking between your legs to rub circles on your clit, pushing you toward your orgasm, both of your moaning when you fall off that ledge, his hand quick to move from your hair to your throat, keeping a firm hold as you ride out your high. Your head is fuzzy and you grip his arm for support whimpering when the over stimulation sets in. You were almost relieved when his hips press almost painfully against you, his teeth nipping at your shoulder to quiet himself as his cum fills you, spilling out a little around his cock. "Fucking Christ." You both groan in unison, eliciting quiet laughter as you catch your breathe.
Warnings: Brat! Haechan, Dom! Reader, oral sex (female receiving), humiliation, mentions of Mark and Jeno, teasing.
Word Count: 927
Haechan was a brat. This was no secret to anyone, but some days it really needed to be noted. He'd deny it out loud of course but nobody could ever take the boys seriously.
"I think I could over power her." You hear Haechan laugh cockily, a conversation happening between him, Jeno and Mark about how you had pinned Mark to the floor the other day to take the tv remote from him.
You laugh loudly from across the room where you're sat on the couch, staring directly at him with a smirk painted on your face.
"You probably shouldn't have said that." Mark chuckles nervously, already knowing very well where this was going to go.
"Hyuck. Come here for a minute." There was a particular tone that you would use to warn him he was crossing lines and he recognised it in that moment, immediately making has way to you. As much of a brat as he was, he could rarely force himself to disobey you. That was why his sudden cockiness was so surprising to you.
"Hyuckie. What exactly makes you think you can say things like that?"
The other two boys watch curiously. They were more than okay with your dynamic and always found themselves extremely entertained watching their friend get himself into trouble.
"I was just telling the truth." He tries to keep his voice stable but it wavers notably. He knew he screwed up the second the words left his mouth.
"Is that so?"
The fear in his eyes makes you laugh and you grip his chin, mocking him as you speak to him with the gentlest tone he had ever heard from you.
"If you're so tough, prove it."
The poor boy is lost, whining when he realises that your plan is to embarass him Infront of the friends he was trying to show off to. His whine gets louder when Jeno laughs, his hand covering his mouth to try and muffle the sound.
"Please.." His plea is almost silent, making you cock your brow at him.
"What's wrong, Hyuckie? I thought you were so tough and defiant?" You pout at him and tilt your head, feigning confusion.
"Or were you just being a pest and trying to show off? Hm? Because the last night you were being such a good boy for me. You remember, don't you? 'Please, I'll do anything for you, I'm all yours.' Doesn't that sound familiar?"
His cheeks are flushed a bright red and, though part of him wishes he could be swallowed whole by the floor beneath him, his cock is notably hard in his sweat pants.
"Why are you being so mean?"
The other boys had settled on the couch, making fun of your precious brat.
"Because, my sweet boy..." You hum at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "You know I don't accept attitude from my pretty pet." You stand up quickly, walking toward his room and shaking your head with a smile as you hear him trip over his own feet, eagerly following you. He drops to his knees Infront of you when you sit down at the end of his bed, his head nuzzling your thigh.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled against your skin, leaving lazy kisses across the entire area exposed by your shorts.
"You should be, Hyuckie. You know I don't like it when you act like that."
There's a frown on his face and he stares up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes.
"I know. I really am sorry! I'm your good boy, I promise..."
You're satisfied with his apology and you reach down to pet his hair, tugging it just a little before moving further back on to the bed, inviting him up to lay between your legs after you shimmy off your clothing.
"Can you show me how sorry you are, baby boy?"
He nods eagerly, immediately diving in to nip and suck at your inner thighs, focusing on marking you up as him whispers praise in between.
"You're so pretty. I'm so lucky." He sighs, moving up to lick a strip up your slit, moaning at the taste of you. "So good. Taste so good." He was addicted to you in every sense, flicking his tongue slowly over your clit between moments of playfully dipping inside of you, smiling every time he hears a moan or a sigh leave your lips.
"Does it feel good?" He asks, staring up at you for approval. How could you not forgive him when he treated you so well?
"So good, baby boy. You're so good to me. Such a good boy." The praise flows freely, your eyes rolling back and your back arching when he slips to of his fingers inside of you, curling them slightly and massaging the spot that he knew could make you scream.
"Will you cum for me? Please?" His wide eyes combine with the desperate tone of his voice pushes you over the edge, one of your hands locking in his hair to trap him between your thighs as your other grips his soft sheets, his name pouring from your lips like a mantra. His fingers keep a pace of small movements, pushing you through your high and only moving away from you when you push him away.
The look on his face as he curls up against your side shows how proud he is as you pet him gently, allowing him to enjoy his satisfaction.
"Remember how much you enjoyed that next time you think about being a pest."
Warnings: Puppy Hybrid Jeno, Dom Reader, unprotected sex, scent kink, biting, use of the title Mama.
Word count: 1217
"Jeno, I'm warning you."
The boy continues to nuzzle against your thigh, his soft fluffy hair tickling your skin.
"I'm not doing anything.~"
There's an innocent smile on his sweet face and you let your guard down, returning to the book you were reading.
"Mama.~"
He sings quietly, only receiving an uninterested humm in response. You aren't really ready to pay attention to him yet.
"You love me, don't you?"
Another humm confirms that you've heard him.
"Of course, Puppy."
His warm hands snake across your stomach, trailing down to grip at your thighs, a sense of urgency filling you.
"You smell really pretty today... like cinnamon and apples."
He moves up and throws his leg over yours, trapping you against him as he buries his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply as if to try and imprint your scent to his mind. He was much more clingy than he would usually be. That's not to say he wasn't already very touchy, but this was a whole new level. You didn't pay much mind to it though. It was normal for Hybrids to go through hormonal phases.
"I bet you'd taste really good right now..."
His voice drops and he starts nipping at your skin, not satisfied with how little attention you were paying him.
One particularly hard nip results quickly in a purple mark, an indignant sigh leaving you.
"What are you d-."
You don't have a chance to finish your sentence, caught of guard when Jeno moves from his side to press his body on top of your own. The action briefly knocks the breath from your lungs and you can see that his eyes have darkened, the iris barely visible. His strength makes it a struggle to move, effectively keeping you pinned.
"I think we should play a little, Mama."
His hips press hard against your own, his bulge as clear and ever. You struggle to keep your composure as his breath hits your skin and sends jolts of electricity running through your veins as your own hunger grows.
"Don't you want me to make you feel good? I can have you seeing stars if you let me."
Soft lips press against your collarbone, his words fading as they're lost in the overwhelming lust that has taken over every one of his senses.
"Let me have you. I'm gonna make you feel so good.~"
You gather your strength to push him off, getting up from the bed and making your way to the end, leaving Jeno confused as he watches.
"Come here and sit."
He does exactly as you tell him, sitting back on his calves and staring up at you with eager eyes. Its a beautiful sight, seeing Jeno so ready to please you. All he wanted was to feel you in as many ways as he could.
You harshly tug his head back, your other hand locking around his throat to add just enough pressure. The sweet whimper he let's out makes your head reel with dirty thoughts.
"You wanna be a good boy, right? Will you show Mama how desperate you are?"
He hurries to nod his confirmation, reaching out to grab your hips only to have you push him down, moaning when his back hits the mattress and he watches as you remove your clothes before kneeling in front of him, your fingers caressing his muscular thighs.
Your nails racked over his chest and down his wonderfully toned abs, making him twitch and jerk from the sensation. You knew how much he loved being scratched.
You didn't say a word as you pulled his sweats and underwear off, immediately wrapping your lips around the head of his hard cock, humming around him.
"M-mama... fuck..."
You take his hand and place it on the back of your head, giving him permission to get a little rough. Of course, he happily took it. His hand tightens in your hair and his hips started bucking up to meet your mouth, drool starting to drip down the corner of your mouth.
You can tell he's getting close when he tried to hold your head still, earning a pinch to his thigh that tells him to remove his hands completely.
"I'm not done with you yet. Lay back."
He rushes to do what he's told, scooting back further to allow you plenty of room to do whatever you wanted.
He whines for a second when you leave the bed, watching you dig through your bottom drawer to find the short piece of rope you needed. He always loved when you restrained him.
"What's that for?"
You shush him, hovering over his stomach as you tie a quick single column around his wrists, threading the working end through the bars of your headboard to secure his arms above him.
"Keep your pretty mouth shut and I might consider letting you cum."
He shivers with anticipation as you crouch over the top of his thighs, stroking his cock for a few seconds before you move to slip him inside of you, settling on top of his thighs as you get to the base.
"Oh sh-it!"
A scowl graces your features and your hand comes up to his throat, squeezing the sides just enough to have his mind going fuzzy.
"I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut, didn't I?"
Your words are met with a whimper, his eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself to the delicious sensation of losing control to you. He tries his hardest not to make a sound but small sighs and squeaks meet your ears with every rise and fall of your hips, your own moans flowing freely as he thinks about how blessed he is to be with someone as ethereal as you are.
"Feels good, doesn't it? You like the way Mama's pussy feels around you? I bet you wanna cum don't you Puppy?"
With the way he's feeling, all he can manage is a pathetic whine that tells you he's too close to the edge to form a coherent thought.
You wait until you're on the edge of your own high, your nails digging into his chest enough to leave marks.
"Cum for me, Puppy. I want you to fill me up real good, okay?"
It only takes a few seconds, the warmth flooding you right as you find your own orgasm. You can't stop yourself from clenching tightly around him, effectively milking all that you could from him.
"M-mama, I can't-"
You hush him gently whilst petting his cheek, your hips stilling as you come down from your high. Jeno is slowly regaining his sense of reality. You have to be quick when you move off of him, grabbing the tissues from beside your bed to clean up the mess as efficiently as you could with Jeno's hands grabbing at you.
"Baby, just a second okay?"
You practically had to pry yourself from him to go to the bathroom, hearing him whine the entire time.
"I'm coming back, dumby!"
You barely make it to the bed before he grabs you, pulling you down to entangle your body with his. It was a comforting feeling to have him wrapped around you and you make sure to wriggle your arms free, wrapping them around his shoulders as he snuggles into your chest.
(Note: still don't write for Jisung or Chenle. Never will. I just can't do it yall.)
Renjun:
A calculating switch. Renjun puts thought into every move he makes, most of the time. He does, however, have moments where he gets so pent up that he loses himself and is rushing to feel something, anything. Renjun doesn't mind any specific role but he puts effort into whichever role he is given. He's generally cautious about your privacy but he can be coaxed into some risky car sex if you get him in the right mood.
Jeno:
Jeno is also a switch, but he likes to be a brat. Not a disrespectful brat, of course! The sweet puppy just likes to be a bit of a tease. He can be a little dopey and forgetful but he uses that to his advantage. The sweet smile and charming eyes will always get him what he wants and if he really wants to taunt you, he'll start playing with his hands and touching his lips. Jeno knows exactly how to have you catering to his every wish.
Haechan:
Stubborn. I wouldn't say he's sub leaning but he wants you to do the work and he can be a handful. I think precious sunshine is very much a pillow prince and he wants nothing more than to be smothered with pleasure. Dont let that fool you though, when he WANTS to give back, he can have you seeing stars. But that's only for special occasions.
Jaemin:
Nana can be pretty serious and he is always very careful to make sure you have complete privacy. He wants to be alone with you for AT LEAST an hour and he won't skip the foreplay. He'll let you take control occasionally but he prefers for everything to be equal give and take. He's very romantic and will always be touching you in some way. Likes to keep his hands busy.
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