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from the moment you showed up, a last-minute addition to the group just before debut, you were seonghwa’s baby. but you’re not that terrified little fawn anymore—and his feelings for you are far from just protective. by request.
PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! this is among the nastiest things i’ve ever written. massive, impossible-to-overstate corruption kink, innocence kink, innocent virgin reader, power imbalance. seonghwa is a creep—implications of non-consensual voyeurism, self-hatred, unhealthy behaviour & attitudes towards you. heavy dubcon—you’re essentially pressured into doing anal. you consent, but you have to be convinced. seonghwa is mean, condescending and manipulative—he uses and abuses the trust you have in him and the care he’s taken of you in order to pressure you into giving him what he wants. please read at your own risk. hate is blocked—i am not your babysitter and you are not a baby. it’s your responsibility to read and consume content that you are comfortable with.
other warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, deepthroating, anal, dom/sub, mentions of punishment, mean dom hwa, degradation & praise, slight objectification and infantilisation.
words: 8.4k
You were a later addition—practically last minute. Something to make them stand out, they said; something to make people talk.
Ironically enough, talk is one thing you never seemed to do. You seemed to be doing everything you could to make yourself invisible.
For the first few weeks, you hardly said a word. Your eyes were always wide, confused; your lips parted like everything you encountered was new and unfamiliar and terrifying. You kept your hands in fists and the fists in your pockets until someone told you to take them out, and you flinched, even jumped, at the slightest noise.
You were like a little fawn, stumbling around in a big, big world that you weren’t quite sure how to fit into.
But you’re not anymore—and you haven’t been in quite some time. Hell, you’re probably better at this, at the whole fame thing, than he is. You’re a star—his star—and you’ve blossomed so, so beautifully. Sometimes he wishes he was the only one who saw it.
You’re on the couch when he comes home, curled up in a big shirt that hangs off your frame—Mingi’s, he thinks it is—with your legs sticking out the bottom. You’re leaning against Wooyoung, curled into his side and watching intently as he fights his way through the game he’s been playing this week.
“Fuck!” He shouts. He flings himself back a little in frustration, colliding against the couch cushions with a groan and you snort.
“You’re not getting any better at this,” you giggle.
You hum, a little tiredly, then stand up. You stretch your arms out, yawning, and finally catch Seonghwa’s eye; you smile softly, head tilting. “Hi,” you greet, voice soft. “I’m going to bed.”
“So early?” He asks.
“Photoshoot tomorrow,” you reply. “They’re putting me in Elle.”
“Vanity Fair,” Wooyoung corrects. His eyes haven’t moved from the game, still narrowed in focus and you grunt, rolling your eyes.
“Vanity Fair,” you huff. You’re already walking away, your eyes already drooping a little. “I always mix those up. Anyway, night guys.”
“Night,” Wooyoung grunts.
“Goodnight,” Seonghwa says.
He watches as you retreat, down the hall towards your room and disappear through your door.
You’re late to dinner the next day; the photoshoot ran long, you say, but rules are rules which means two extra shots before the drinking games have even started.
That rule was Wooyoung’s idea, of course, and he shoves the little glasses of vodka in your face with glee. “Punishment time,” he grins.
“Seriously,” you huff. “It was work.”
“Drink up.”
“Hongjoong,” you whine.
He raises an eyebrow, faintly amused. “Yeah, baby?” He asks.
“Wooyoung can’t force me to drink,” you say. “Tell him.”
“Wooyoung, you can’t force her to drink.” The sternness in his voice is transparently fake and it makes you snort, rolling your eyes.
“Whatever.” You grab the glasses and down them one by one. Wooyoung whistles. “She’s getting better at drinking.”
“She’s growing up,” Jongho shrugs. He takes a shot of his own before the words can settle.
Seonghwa is silent. Just sits there with his arm around your shoulders, watching you laugh and chat with the others. Tightening his grip a little when Wooyoung gets too close.
He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him lately. He was never like this before—never saw you as anything more than a best friend, a sister.
God, he feels like a pervert for wanting you like this. He practically raised you. You all raised each other, sure, but you were always his baby much more than the others.
“Seonghwa,” Mingi finally says. “What’s up, man? You’re quiet.”
He just shrugs; takes another bite of chicken and washes it down quickly. “Just a quiet day, I guess.”
Hongjoong smiles understandingly at him. It’s much more than he deserves.
You end up back at the house, a little tipsier than you’d intended but still decently sober. The circle you’ve all formed on the floor was accidental, everyone just flopping down on a different spot; it’s no surprise to him, really, given the mood of the group tonight, that a drinking game ensues.
Never have I ever—not their usual one, but certainly interesting. Seonghwa watches quietly, content to observe; he learns a little more about Mingi’s dating history and a lot more than he’d like about Wooyoung’s sexual preferences, but nothing too unusual for them.
Nothing good happens when you drink, Seonghwa’s mother used to say. He goes back and forth on it sometimes.
“Alright, alright.” Jongho is flushed, giggly, but still aware enough to take his turn. “Never have I ever jerked off while another member was in the same room.”
“Like when they didn’t know?” Mingi asks.
“Will that change your answer?”
“It might.”
Jongho rolls his eyes. “Okay. Whether they knew or not.”
Mingi drinks. So does Hongjoong, surprisingly.
Luckily for Seonghwa, he’s not really playing anyway.
You end up in something of a battle with Wooyoung, shooting out questions you already know the answer to just to air each other out; embarrass each other as much as possible.
Right when you think you’ve got him, Wooyoung gets a look on his face like he’s about to say something that can never be taken back.
“Never…” His eyes lock on yours. You raise an eyebrow, challenging. He smiles. “Never have I ever gone down on someone.”
Your smile drops, stumped, and his widens into a grin. Seonghwa curls his shirt tight around his hands.
“Drink up, guys,” Yunho says.
They do.
You don’t.
If Seonghwa clenches his fists any tighter he’s going to break a bone.
“Hm…” It’s San’s turn now; he’s flushed and sweating and completely susceptible to Wooyoung’s whims right now; Seonghwa should have guessed what he was going to say the moment Wooyoung leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Never have I ever…seen a cock? Or a pussy.”
“And it can’t be your own!” Wooyoung adds loudly; San nods, expression serious.
The others drink. You still hold back.
Seonghwa is dizzy. He has to be hallucinating right now. Or you have to be lying.
Yeah, his mother was right. He’ll never doubt her again.
Whatever’s going on in his head must be playing out on his face, too; Hongjoong glances at him concernedly then speaks firmly, with finality. “Alright, guys,” he says. “I think that’s enough. This is getting inappropriate.”
Protests ring out, of course. “Come on,” Wooyoung shouts. “We’re grown. We can talk about sex.”
“That’s not what you were doing,” Seonghwa says sharply, suddenly talkative. His eyes are narrowed in a way that seems to make Wooyoung shrink back a little on instinct. “You were asking questions you knew she couldn’t answer just to make fun of her. You were singling her out, both of you.”
The two have the decency to look a little ashamed, at least, but their eyes still gleam with mischief and something Seonghwa wants positively nothing to do with. He turns to you, curled into Yunho’s side; your eyes are drooping, face flushed and you look a little overwhelmed. Yunho is running his hand up and down your arm the way he’s always done when things are getting too much for you; when you’re starting to drift away from the world and they have to bring you back.
“Come on,” Seonghwa says, just loud enough to get your attention; you look up, lips parted a little and smile softly at him. It takes everything in him not to beam—or to yank you towards him and take you right here. Which he’d never do, of course, but still. “You’re falling asleep, honey, let’s get you to bed.”
You nod. “Yeah,” you mumble. “Sleepy.”
“I’ll take her,” Yunho says quietly.
The sharpness in Seonghwa’s voice takes even him by surprise. “No. Give her to me.”
Yunho’s eyebrow lifts, confused. You roll your eyes and wriggle out of his grip. “Or I can walk,” you suggest.
Jongho giggles from somewhere behind him. Seonghwa blinks. “Right.” Obviously.
“Come with me though,” you say. “In case I…stumble or something.”
Seonghwa takes your hand and walks you out of the room before he can think too much about it.
It’s about halfway up the stairs when he realises you’re sniffling; softly with your head bowed like you’re trying to hide it from him. His heart drops a little; he grabs your chin and tilts it upwards and the second thing he notices are the streaks of tears staining your cheeks.
The first, of course, is your soft, plush lips, pushed out and quivering like a puppy.
His heart stops for a moment—not just because you’re upset, but because you look so, so cute when you cry. So precious.
“Oh baby,” he coos. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“I don’t—” You pause, hiccuping, vision bleary. “I just…I feel embarrassed, Hwa, and I made you uncomfortable and—”
“Woah.” He grips your shoulders firmly, unyieldingly. Forcing your eyes on him. “Look at me. You didn’t make me uncomfortable. You didn’t do anything wrong. Stupid game just got out of hand, yeah?”
You blink slowly. Almost dumbly. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Let’s just get you to your room, alright?” He smiles. “You’ll feel better when you’re in your pyjamas.”
He’s right, of course; by the time you’re changed and tucked in the tears have stopped and only your small sniffles and blotchy cheeks give you away.
He knows how you get into your head sometimes; how you take something tiny and feed it until it blooms into something too heavy to hold on your own.
That’s why he’s here. To take it from you and share the weight.
He’d take every burden on earth from you if he could.
“Are you still feeling embarrassed?” He asks. He’d really like to fill the silence right about now.
“Yeah, a little,” you admit. “Wooyoung and San— they’re not…”
“I know,” he nods. “I’m sorry about them, baby. They don’t know how to control themselves. Especially not when they’re drinking.”
“No, it—” you hiccup softly, cutting yourself off halfway through your sentence and you lose your train of thought for a moment; he doesn’t rush you, though—patient as he always is. You clear your throat. “It’s fine, Hwa, I— I shouldn’t have answered.”
“They shouldn’t have asked. That game was stupid and they were being cruel. Don’t worry your little head about it.”
You nod, not really believing him, but on some more logical level you know it’s only because you’ve been drinking that you’re even upset at all, so you try to let it rest for now. When you wake up tomorrow you might not even remember this.
It’s quiet for a moment. Seonghwa’s stare feels heavier, more piercing than before. His voice is quiet, a little stunned. “You’ve really never sucked cock, huh?”
“Um.” You feel the heat flooding your cheeks and you cast your eyes downwards. As though you’re ashamed, for some reason. “Yeah, I haven’t.”
“Never even touched one.” He looks like he can’t believe it, doesn’t know if he should but so desperately wants to; like he’s stunned and relieved and delighted all at once.
What you’re not sure of is why he even cares; why your sexual experience even matters to him.
Or why the way he’s staring at you makes you feel so…small.
“Um.” You have nothing to say, really, but the weight of his gaze, of the silence and the tension he’s let build as he stares you down, was becoming too much to bear. “Is it bad?”
“That you haven’t sucked cock?” He asks. You nod. His smile is a little kinder now; fonder like it’s always been. But not quite. “No, baby,” he says. “It’s good, actually.”
You don’t know why, really—but it doesn’t feel like it’s good. The way he’d asked you so surprised, the way he’d talked about it like it’s something you should have done already—you feel a little stupid. Childish. Like he’s trying not to laugh at you.
“I don’t…”
He watches you closely for a second. You feel scrutinised. The words are tumbling from his mouth before either of you can stop them.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs. His voice is quiet; careful. “Do you want to?”
It’s silent for a moment; thick and heavy and stunned—then he gasps, eyes widening, like he’s woken up from a trance.
“Fuck,” he curses. He stands up, sharp and sudden like he’s touched something hot and scalding and is fleeing from the burn.
He stares at you in horror like the burn’s followed him and seared into his skin.
“Baby, I’m sorry. That was so inappropriate. Forget I said that, okay? Just go to sleep.”
“Seonghwa, I—”
“I said go to sleep.” His voice is firm, hardened at the edges and it feels like ice against your skin. He doesn’t wait for you to reply before he’s leaving your room so hurriedly it feels like fleeing.
The next day is weird. Seonghwa avoids eye contact all through breakfast; you feel him staring at you, see it from the corner of your eye, but when you try to meet his gaze he quickly looks somewhere else. He eats quicker than usual, washes up quieter than usual, and rushes from the table the moment he’s done.
Mingi watches him flee with raised eyebrows. “What’s going on with him?”
You shrug. Somehow it feels like you’re the last person Seonghwa would ever tell.
It bothers you a little for the rest of the day; not quite on your mind but certainly not off of it. Just lingering somewhere in the middle—the confusion, the worry, the wondering if and how this can be fixed.
That’s not your only problem, either. Another thing you’ve noticed today is that you’re so, so horny. More than you’ve ever been. You can’t stop thinking about what Seonghwa had said; the way he’d looked at you, almost trance-like in the brief moment before he snapped out of it.
You’re never felt so… small. So scrutinised. So electric.
You usually don’t touch yourself very often. Once a week, maybe, but often not even that. You tend to go through phases of it; back and forth between insatiable and practically impotent.
Recently, you’d thought, you’d been more like impotent. Yet by the time you finally manage to break away from the others and sneak up to bed you’re practically buzzing, a vibration under your skin you can’t turn off or satiate. Hell, the moment you open the door and see your bed you all but lunge at it, flinging yourself towards it with frantic, desperate hands in your pants.
You’re so desperate you don’t even think to lock the door behind you.
You settle on your back, hand tucked into your panties, playing with your clit and teasing your hole. You’re not doing much, but when you’re this pent up you don’t need much. Soon enough you’re biting your other hand to keep yourself quiet, a failed attempt to quell the moans and cries that ring out despite your efforts, and you’ve squirmed your shorts and panties halfway down your thighs. Your thin blanket is tangled around your knees and your eyes are closed—head thrown back against the pillow.
You don’t hear the footsteps out in the hall—nor the turning of the handle and the door creeping open.
The first thing you hear is Seonghwa’s voice, low and urgent.
“Sweetheart, are you—fuck.”
Your eyes snap open. Seonghwa is standing in the doorway, hand still curled around the handle, staring open mouthed and stunned at you—at your pussy, wet and exposed and stuffed full of your fingers.
You shriek, diving under the covers and trying desperately to cover yourself but you know it’s too late—you know he’s seen it all. Your pussy, your wetness, your fingers disappearing into the warmth. Your legs shaking and your mouth hanging open with pleasure.
He’s seen all of it. You’ve never felt more mortified.
But when you look up again, finally meeting his eyes, your face burning with shame—he doesn’t look bothered at all. Not embarrassed, not uncomfortable—completely neutral. Unaffected. It somehow makes you feel even more humiliated.
“Hwa,” you groan. “Fuck, why didn’t you—”
“Why didn’t I knock?” His voice is calm and level as he cuts you off and you nod miserably. “Because I’ve never heard you cry out like that, baby. I thought you were getting hurt.”
You pause. “Hurt?”
His lips stretch into a soft smile; it’s warm, gentle, familiar but the tension in the air is thick and unchanging and completely new. Heavier than anything you’ve felt before. “You sounded like you were in pain, sweetheart. I had to make sure you’re alright, didn’t I? Can’t have my little girl getting hurt.”
My little girl. The whimper you let out takes you both by surprise.
It’s not like he’s never called you that; he always has, in fact, since the first days as trainees when he’d fret and worry over your every movement, always paranoid you were going to get hurt somehow. It’s just another expression of his love for you, of the protectiveness and the responsibility he’s always felt for you.
So why, now, does it sound so different?
My little girl. With the way he’s looking at you now, it feels more like a claim than an endearment.
You watch in shameful silence as his gaze moves across your covered body; the thin sheet only barely separating him from your nakedness. He takes another step inside, pulling the door closed behind him. The soft click of the lock might somehow be the loudest sound you’ve heard in your life.
And maybe it’s just because he’s so often next to Yunho and Mingi, or because you already feel so small and ashamed and scrutinised in his presence right now—but Seonghwa has never, in all the time you’ve known him, seemed so imposing. So large and enveloping and dwarfing you completely.
He’s also, somehow, never looked so attractive. His veins are pulsing, jaw clenched and there’s a look in his eyes that sparks something deep within you; something unknown and forbidden and tantalising.
He comes to sit next to you, on the edge of the sheet you’re still clutching to the top of your chest like a shield. Up close now, he looks as gentle as ever, the intensity of before dissipating almost entirely.
Still lingering, though. Just under the surface.
“Move the sheet,” he says softly. “Show me what you were doing.”
You blank; whatever you thought he was going to say, it certainly wasn’t that—certainly not so directly, either. You curl the sheets tighter around your fists, frozen in place and he smiles, all fondness. “You don’t need to hide from me, bunny.”
Fuck. Bunny? “I…”
“Hm?”
You pause, hesitating, then whimper before you can help it. You just feel so small now—so helpless and vulnerable. “Hwa…”
“I just want to help you, baby,” he coos. “I want to make you feel better. Don’t you trust me?”
Of course you do. You trust Seonghwa implicitly—you’d trust him with your life without second thought.
But this? Would you—do you trust him with this?
Only when he starts to move do you realise he wasn’t actually asking for your permission.
“Here, now.” He pulls the sheet down slowly, exposing your skin inch by inch; a careful, gentle pace, like you’re a tiny creature he’s trying not to spook. “Let me have a look, yeah? I can help you make it better.”
“How?”
“I know how the body works,” he says. “I know how pleasure works. How to find it. Have you ever made yourself cum?”
You blink slowly. “No.”
“Of course you haven’t.” He smiles, gaze flickering up to you; by now he’s pulled the blanket back down to where it was, your pussy bare again, but with him talking to you like that you hadn’t even noticed. Huh.
“Do you want me to help you?”
“You really think you can?”
“I know I can,” he says. “I’m grown enough to make a girl feel good. Are you grown enough to take it?”
“Of course,” you nod.
“Take these off, then,” he fingers at the band of your panties, bunched around your thighs. “You don’t need them. It’s easier if you’re bare.”
“Okay.” You slide them down and off, flushing a little. He watches silently as you obey his instruction.
“Good,” he says. “Now spread your legs.”
You do. Already your thighs are sticky, a string of your juices sticking between them when they separate. Seonghwa’s breath hitches.
“Show me how you were doing it,” he says, a little raspy. “How you please yourself.”
You do it like you were doing it before; two fingers stuffed inside, pushing in and out while your thumb rubs at your clit. He watches you for a moment, maybe a few, enough to get a feel for it, then his lips curl.
“Oh sweetheart.” The words are purred; predatory and his tongue pokes against his cheek like he’s trying to restrain himself. “You have no idea, do you?”
“I…”
“Take your fingers out.”
You do. He sighs. “You’re helpless, baby,” he chuckles. “Stuffing your cunt, fucking it back and forth like you’re trying to dilate yourself or something. What are you doing touching yourself like that, hm? So dirty.”
“Dirty?” You repeat.
“That’s not how a good girl fucks herself,” he says. “Here, I’ll teach you.”
You know you’re well past the point of no return by now, but something about those words has your heart dropping like he’s just pulled out a gun and told you to fire. “What?” You squeak. “Teach me?”
“Yes, teach you. Will you let me?”
It takes you an embarrassingly short amount of time to consider it. Not much thinking you can do right now anyway, though, when the only word your brain can string together enough to be decipherable is Seonghwa.
“Yeah,” you breathe. “I’ll let you.”
You sort of expect him to start finger fucking you outright—instead, before he even touches you there, you find yourself on your knees on your bedroom floor, staring up at him with wide, uncertain eyes.
The first thing you needed to learn, apparently, is how to make him feel good. Good girls earn their pleasure, he says.
“Have you thought about sucking dick before?” He asks. “Read anything about it?”
You shake your head.
“Didn’t think so.” He laughs a little, light. “Okay, you start with the belt.”
“The belt?”
He lifts the bottom of his t-shirt up a little, enough to get a peek of black leather. “Here,” he says quietly. “Put your hands on my belt, baby, that’s it. See the buckle?”
It takes you a moment to realise he’s asking you a question now; he nudges your cheek with his finger, neither tender nor chiding and you stare confusedly at him for a second before your brain finally catches up. “Yes,” you whisper. “I— I see it, Hwa.”
“Good girl. Do you think you can undo it for me?”
”Undo?” Your lips are parted slightly; a tiny ‘o’ shape that would be just big enough for him to slip a finger in between them and you’re a delectable sight if he’s ever seen one.
He has other intentions for you now, though. He’ll have time to savour you later.
“Yes,” he smiles. “Don’t you want my cock, honey?”
Oh. Right. “Yeah.”
“Take it out, then,” he says. “Don’t keep me waiting.” There’s a firmer edge to his voice now, like when you’re acting up at practice or a schedule and he has to bring you to heel. On instinct you almost bow your head like you’re being scolded but you catch yourself before you do—you don’t need to do that. You haven’t been bad; the opposite, actually—you’re being good. Seonghwa is teaching you to be good.
You reach for his belt with shaking hands and your nerves are multiplying by the second as you carefully undo the buckle and pull it open. You look up at him again with wide eyes; a vision of innocence and the sight makes him gulp. He doesn’t know how or why he held back for so long.
But he’s sure as hell not going to do that now.
“Unzip my pants,” he grunts. “Pull my cock out, honey. Don’t run from it.”
You obey; you fumble with the button for a moment, then comes the zip, then his underwear, dark gray and tight and already stained with precum.
His dick is thick and long and heavy, half-hard and leaking from the angry red tip. “Hold it,” he grunts. “Put your hands on it.”
“Okay,” you squeak; nerves are seeping into your voice already but it only seems to make him harder. You wrap your fist around it, holding it tight and still; you’re not sure if you’re meant to move it, or stroke it, but he seems satisfied with this. With the sight of you on your knees, hands on his dick and looking at it like it’s the scariest thing you’ve seen in your life.
His eyes are wide; pupils blown. He looks crazed.
“Oh wow,” he breathes. “Look at my cock in your little hands, baby. Looks so big, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” you whimper. It does. He groans, loud and affected and his dick pulses in your palm.
“Gonna love fitting it in you, baby,” he says. “You’re gonna feel so full. Not yet, though.”
You blink. “Not yet?”
“No,” he smiles. “You haven’t earned it yet, have you?”
Earned it. You have to earn it? You frown, brows creasing and he clicks his tongue. “You really know nothing, do you?” He sighs. He grabs your jaw, gentle but firm, tilting your head upwards a little more. “Little girls have to earn their dick, baby. It’s a privilege. You need to show me you can be good for me. Then maybe I’ll see fit to give it to you.”
Oh. That makes sense. Be good for him—you can be good for him. You always are. You nod, a little dazedly. “Okay, Hwa.”
“Such a good girl,” he smiles. “I raised you well. Can you try touching it a little, sweetheart?”
“I am.”
“Not like that,” he laughs. “Move your hand a little, up and down. Squeeze it.”
“Oh,” you say. “I…okay. I can try.”
“Good. You need to get used to playing with cock, baby.”
You move slowly, up and down his shaft with a little bit of pressure. It seems to work; he makes a noise of pleasure, eyes closing for a moment before he gets ahold of himself and they’re back on you; watching you, monitoring you like a teacher and student.
Which you are, in a way. He’s definitely teaching you something.
“That’s it,” he says. ”Get used to touching it. To tasting it, too. Give it a lick, love, right around the tip.”
The nice thing about Seonghwa is that he is, has always been, exceptionally clean. You’ve rarely seen him dirty; even when he’s sweating and exhausted after a concert, he always smells…well. He always smells clean. He smells…Seonghwa.
His cock is no different; the skin is tasteless, just the soft scent of his body wash and the salty precum leaking from the tip. It’s hot on your tongue, not a taste you’ve ever experienced before, but it's not…bad, per se. It just tastes like him. Seonghwa, with a little bit of a bite.
“You like it?” He coos. “Tastes good, baby? It’s just for you.”
“Yeah,” you mumble. “Mmf…”
He laughs, stroking your hair softly; tenderly. God you’re pretty. Such a perfect picture of innocence. “There’s a good girl,” he smiles. “Take it in now. Put your mouth on it properly, that’s it.”
When you reach the base, his tip pressing into your throat enough to sting, he cups the back of your head with just enough strength to hold you there. You choke, eyes welling, and he grunts and pushes deeper. “Take it,” he hisses. “All the fucking way.”
You don’t need to suck him for too long—just the image of you down there, on your knees for him, your mouth stuffed full and struggling to accommodate you as you gag and splutter around his cock is enough to have him on the edge of breaking.
You’re so useless. So helpless. You look so dumb and— and innocent. Like everything he’s spent the last few months trying to convince himself he didn’t desire.
“You look pretty like this,” he murmurs. “You look empty.”
You whine, muffled around him, and he groans. “Shit, I won’t last like this,” he mutters. “Okay, fuck.”
He pulls out quickly, without warning; you stare up at him confused and he laughs, poking at your cheek. “Little baby,” he smiles. “C’mon, on the bed. I’ve got you.”
He helps you up, practically lifting you over to the bed and lying you down on it. He pulls your legs apart, the skin already sticky and glistening, and crawls between them. Your pussy is dripping; trails of your wetness cascading down your thighs. He has to close his eyes and take a long, deep breath to stop himself from cumming just at the sight of it.
He starts with a thumb on your clit. A little pressure, then a little more. You’re wet enough already that he can slip two fingers into your hole outright; your walls are tight around him, almost clinging as he starts to move in and out.
“You do it like this,” he says. “Tease your clit and fuck your cunt at the same time. But…” He pulls his fingers out, again without warning, and shuffles closer, rubbing his tip against your entrance. You gasp, tensing, and he grips your hip with his other hand.
“You don’t need to know how to do it,” he continues. “Not when I’m here. You don't need pleasure from anyone except me.”
He doesn’t wait for your response; just angles his tip with your hole and starts to slowly push in. You cry out, legs tensing, but your pussy is sucking him in so eagerly you’d think you were the one who’d pushed for this.
“I can feel how desperate you are,” he grunts. “Tiny virgin hole and it’s still sucking me in so easily. You’re so easy for me, aren’t you baby?”
You blink. “What?” You ask. “Easy?”
“Yeah,” he coos. “You want this even more than I do. You’ve been begging for this.”
He doesn’t know how long it takes for him to get all the way in; by the time he bottoms out your already small, squeaked responses have devolved into incoherent babble; pretty little noises that feel like honey in his ears.
Seonghwa is very far from a virgin—but this feels like losing himself all over again. And when he starts to move the thrusts are as desperate and uncontrolled and sloppy as if he were completely inexperienced.
You make him feel like it, though; the way you feel around him and the way you’re looking at him as he fucks you open is something he’s never experienced. It makes all the other times he’s sunk himself into a warm, wet cunt feel as exciting as fucking his fist alone in his room like a teenager.
He feels like he’s lost in it, time pausing and hurrying simultaneously—he’s not really aware of anything but the feeling of your cunt and the softness of your skin until you sniffle loudly, whining, your hands tugging at his undone belt and trying to get his attention.
“H-Hwa,” you whimper. He hums in acknowledgment, glancing up at your tear-streaked face and you sniffle again, legs tensing. “It hurts.”
“It hurts?” He repeats. “How, baby?”
“Feels— ah, feels tired now. My— my thing is.” Even as you sob between each word he doesn’t stop fucking you; he hits your spot halfway through the sentence, making you cry out and his breath hitches at the sound. “Feels too…too full.”
“Too full?”
“My hole,” you squeak. “Hole hurts.”
His face softens, pace slowing down. “Oh darling. You should’ve told me, you know Hwa would never hurt his little girl. Why don’t we do something different, hm?”
“Different?”
“Yes, honey. We don’t wanna break that little pussy of yours, do we? You’re still learning, gotta be careful with you.”
“Right,” you mumble. “Don’t wanna break it.”
“Mhm. So why don’t we give it a rest and play with your other hole?”
”My other hole,” you repeat. He nods, raising an eyebrow; you swallow. Nerves flutter in your stomach, creeping up the bottom of your spine. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” He asks. His hand finds your thigh and wraps around it tightly; enough to make you notice without cutting off the blood. “What don’t you know?”
“If I want that.”
“Don’t be silly,” he grins, “of course you want that. You said you wanted me to take care of you; this is how I’m going to do it.”
There’s no give in his voice; no room for discussion in his words. Still he sees the nerves and the hesitation on your face, the flicker of doubt in your eyes, and wants to take it away. He only wants pleasure on your face. Not anxiety, not uncertainty—just ecstasy.
If you can accept it, accept him, he can give you everything.
He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. He feels your body tense beneath him like you’re scared you’ve disappointed him and he resists the urge to smile. “I told you I’d take care of you,” he says. He pushes a strand of sweat-soaked hair out of your face, the touch tender and feather-light compared to the firm, punishing grip his other hand maintains on your thigh. “Haven’t I always done that? You’ve always looked up to me, baby, always trusted me to know what’s best for you.”
It’s true. From the moment you joined the company, alone in a foreign country without your parents, Seonghwa took you under his wing; they all did, really, but it was him in particular that seemed to view it as a personal responsibility. And he’s never led you wrong—so why would he start now?
“C’mon, honey,” he mumbles. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Your voice is barely a whisper but the answer is immediate; instinctual and the proud smile that stretches over his face fills you with warmth. He must see the nerves on yours, the tension in your small frame as he hovers over you because he cups your cheek in his hand; a means of silent reassurance he’s used on you since your trainee days. Never like this, though.
“It’s for your own good, baby,” he says. His voice is soft and gentle now; condescending, almost—like he’s talking to a child or a pet rather than his own fully grown group member. “Little girls need to learn to take it in all their holes. Especially my little girl. You do want to be mine, don’t you?”
You do. You really, really do. But this… Can you do this?
He nudges his head a little closer to yours, enough to feel his breath against your hot, flushed skin and his voice has dropped to barely even a whisper. “C’mon, trust me. I know you can do it.”
He sees the hesitation on your face as clearly as the desire in your eyes. You’re on the edge now, he can feel it; so is he. It’s up to you which of you snaps first.
He sighs, shaking his head like you’ve disappointed him.
“Do you not want to be a good girl?” There’s a stern, almost scolding undertone to his voice now that makes your breath stutter. “A good girl would listen to her elder, no? She’d give him what he wants, what he decides she needs. Are you a good girl or not?”
“I am.” Just the implication makes you whine unconsciously—he’s always called you that, right from the very first time you joined their practice sessions and nailed a dance move on the first go. It sounds so earnest and sweet from his mouth that you’ve come to anticipate and cling to it like a lifeline—and the idea of going without it feels like a condemnation of the worst kind. “I’m a good girl, Hwa, I am.”
“Then you should listen to Hwa, baby. You know he knows what’s best for you, don’t you? He’d never hurt you.”
“I know.” You nod. “I just…”
He hums, noncommittal and his voice softens for a moment. “I gave you a safeword, bunny. So either use it or turn over.”
Your head is a mess of thoughts and wants and anxiety but there’s one thing you know for certain—you don’t want to use your safeword. You want to make Hwa happy, to prove to him you’re a good girl who can follow his directions. And…well, you really, really want him in your ass now, however shameful or uncomfortable it may be. In a couple of minutes the thought of it has blossomed from the strange and wrong and terrifying idea it once was to something thrilling and tantalising. You want him to take and possess you in every way possible; to leave no part of your body untouched and vulnerable to be claimed by someone else. No, it has to be him. His.
He’s quiet for a second, watching the gears in your head spin; the puffing of your wet lips into that little pout of yours that you’ve used on him since you were trainees. “Poor little thing,” he coos. “You’re so repressed you can’t even admit what you want. Have to be forced, huh?”
You can’t even bring yourself to nod but the heat that floods your cheeks says everything. You’re many things, but apparently subtle is not one of them and Seonghwa of all people can read you like an open book. “Mhm,” he smiles. “Don’t worry, honey, you’ll get what you need, I’ll make you take it. Hold still, precious.”
He pulls out suddenly and the loss is unexpected and profound; without the heavy thrusts he’d been delivering you’d honestly forgotten he was still inside you until he wasn’t, and the emptiness makes your eyes well up with desperate tears. He just smiles softly, cooing and hushing you as he turns you over onto your front.
The feeling of his hand running down your back makes you shiver, skin tingling in anticipation and he chuckles deeply, darkly. “Eager, huh?” He whispers. “I knew you wanted it. Let’s see those little holes, yeah?”
He doesn’t wait for your response before pulling your cheeks apart to expose you fully to him and he makes a noise of satisfaction, running his finger gently across the sensitive skin; when it grazes over your hole you jump a little, squeaking in surprise and he hums, sounding pleased. “So sensitive,” he mumbles. “Have you ever played with this hole before?”
“No.”
His breath is sucked in, caught briefly in his chest before he clears his throat and the cool, mocking demeanour returns as he rubs at you lazily. “Course you haven’t,” he purrs. “That’d be dirty, wouldn’t it? You’d never do something so shameful.”
The finger leaves you for a second and you hear a quiet, wet pop sound before it returns, wetter now and easing its way inside. You grimace, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to the sensation but he’s gentle enough that it’s strange more than it’s painful. He begins to move his finger slowly, experimentally, noting the small reactions you have to each movement. “I’ll give you another now,” he mumbles. The second finger hurts a little more but it’s still bearable, and his soft voice as he encourages you allows you some distraction.
After the third finger, you feel him reaching over for something, fingers pulled out and then something large and wet and cold is pressing against you. You whine confusedly and he hushes you, patting your butt fondly. “I’m gonna fuck you now, baby,” he whispers. “I was generous and put some lube on my dick so it’s not as hard on your little virgin hole, but you gotta be brave for me, alright? It’s gonna hurt.”
You nod, burying your head in the pillow and curling the soft blanket around your clenched fists; a small outlet for the tension and intrusion filling you as he pushes himself in. “Good,” he says. “Almost there. Good baby.”
“Hwa,” you gasp. You clench your teeth, limbs taut as you try to withstand the painful intrusion. “Hwa, I don’t—”
“You’ve got it, baby,” he coos. “Such a good little girl letting me do this. So brave. Just hold on a little longer, it’ll feel good soon.”
“But—”
“No buts.” His voice is colder now; firm again. “Am I gonna have to pull out and spank you instead?”
You whine, shaking your head; you can do it, and as much as the thought of Seonghwa actually hurting you makes your stomach pulse for some reason, right now you just want to please him. “No, Hwa. I’ll be good.”
“That’s right,” he smiles. “You will. Just how I taught you to.
He goes slowly, pushing into you carefully. “Breathe,” he murmurs. “Deep breaths, nice and slow. I’m almost there.”
You feel the moment he does it; at the last stretch he grabs your waist and tugs you sharply backwards, your hips colliding with him; the sound of skin slapping together, your moaning and his somehow feels dirtier than what you’re actually doing.
“There we go,” he groans. “How does it feel, baby?”
“I…” You trail off, struggling to find the words because honestly you don’t know how it feels. It feels… stretched? It’s harder to take him in here than it ever was to take him in your pussy, and it still borders on painful even before he starts to move. But the pain as he does so is somehow pleasant—the feeling of being held under firm hands as he fucks you open; the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing well and being a good girl for him just like he told you to. He’s spitting filthy praises as his movements quicken and it pushes the pain to the back of your mind. You’re being good for him; taking it like a fucking champ. That’s what matters.
You feel the warmth of his body hovering over yours, wet lips kissing hungrily at the back of your neck and down your spine. He sucks a harsh bruise into your lower back, making you squirm and you feel his lips curling into a smile against your skin before he lifts himself back up to fuck you properly.
“Christ,” he grunts. A slender finger presses against your clit, just firm enough to be noticeable above the haze before both hands reach to spread your cheeks even further. “Look at you, baby,” he whispers. “Pretty little hole is clenching around my cock. You love it, don’t you?”
You try to get the words out but they’re caught in your throat. “I- I–”
His hand crashes down against your cheek before you can finish. “You love it,” he says, and he’s not asking anymore. “Stop lying to me. You love being my whore. Say it.”
“I love being your whore,” you whimper.
He hits you again in the same spot, harder this time and you cry out. “Louder,” he hisses.
You try to raise your voice, forcing the words out around the rawness in your throat that still feels stretched from the memory of his cock forced to the back of it. “I love being your whore,” you sob. “I love it Hwa, please.”
“Fuck,” he grunts. His hips buck, unsteady for a moment and the weight of his hands on your hips grows heavier. “Yeah, shit. My baby whore with my dick in her tight little asshole. You take it so fucking well, don’t you?”
“Have to,” you say. “Have to— have to do it.”
“That’s right,” he coos. “You don’t have a choice. I make the choices here. Say it.”
“You make the choices,” you cry. “Hwa— you choose. I don’t.”
“I’m gonna slut you out, little girl,” he growls. “I’m gonna train you to go dumb on this dick every fucking time. You want that?”
“I— yes— want.”
“Good,” he says. “Cause there’s no going back now. What I’m doing to you—you can’t get that back. Doesn’t matter what you do— you’ll never get it back.”
“Fuck,” you squeal. His hands snake around your waist to cup your tummy and he groans, hips bucking.
“I’m in here, baby,” he croons. “I’m all stuffed in your tummy here. Can’t believe you used to be so pure. Can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner. We could’ve been having so much fun. You could be so well trained by now.”
“I can,” you whine. Your head is a mess now, only sensation, but what little thoughts you do have revolve entirely around pleasing Seonghwa; being good for Seonghwa; Seonghwa.
“I know,” he smiles. “You will, baby. You’re gonna be so good for me, and I’m gonna take care of you. All the care you need.”
“Please.”
Fuck. God. He can’t even see your face right now and yet he knows exactly what it looks like—pictures the glazed, empty eyes, your parted lips, your mouth open a little like you’ve forgotten how to close it. Fucked out, is what you look like. You sound like it, too—those little whimpers turned to gasps and screams then back again as he fucks you open; the desperate noises and slurring, garbled words he scarcely understands.
It’s like he’s fucked your brain right out of your head. Maybe it fell out of your stretched, open asshole. He hopes it did.
Fuck, Seonghwa has never felt more powerful than he does now. Even during shows, he's never felt adrenaline like this. Never felt a rush or a high like this.
It’s a wonder he didn’t cum the moment he pushed himself past your tight rim. If he had even a little less self control his seed would be dripping out of your hole and onto the sheets already by now.
“You know how helpless you look right now?” He asks. “You look so small and weak underneath me. Fuck, you know how many creeps out there would jump at an innocent thing like you? They’d do anything for the chance to sink their claws into you like this.”
Creeps like me, he thinks. Not just shame but arousal, a sick kind of thrill, crawls through him at the realisation that right now, like this, Seonghwa is everything he’s spent years warning you about.
Just the way your asshole is squeezing his dick like you’re trying to suck the life out of him is enough to make it feel worth it. Worth throwing away reason and rationale and morality if it means he can have you like this.
He grunts, pushing deeper and making you squeal. “I should’ve done this a long time ago,” he gruffs. You’ve practically gone limp beneath him, but he can tell from your little noises, and the reactions of your body to each thrust, that you’re still awake. Good—he’s not done with you yet. “It’s not safe for a pretty thing like you to still be so naive. Need to know what men want from you, what they think of you.”
“Ah,” you grunt. Your legs are shaking now, thighs clenching and unclenching like your body is buckling under the weight of pleasure. You look a mess—you look broken. “Seonghw—ngh.”
“I know,” he huffs. “I know it feels good. Feels a lot. I’m just—fuck—I’m just showing you how the world works, baby. M’just doing my job. You’re taking it so well, letting me use you like this. You love it?”
“Love it,” you say. Your voice is muffled now, like you’ve bitten down on the pillow; looking for release, maybe, or an outlet.
“I know you do.”
He speeds up, tightening his grip on you and pushing deeper, making you choke, pressing your head into the pillow. He puts his hand on the back of your head to push you down against it harder.
“You should be thanking me,” he says. “Thank me for fucking your ass, honey. Thank me for doing the right thing and turning you into my whore before someone else can.”
“Thank you.” Your voice is hollow and hoarse; high-pitched, desperate, spent. “Thank you, Hwa, for— for making me your whore. For protecting me.”
Your voice breaks, cracks on the final word.
For a moment, just a moment, Seonghwa swears he exists outside of his body.
His eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed, and he sees you—behind his eyes, on your knees, staring up at him. Naked, legs spread, a leather collar tight on your neck atop bruised skin—red, purple marks from beneath your chin to the top of your collarbones.
Marks he put there. He knows that from the way you look at him with a flicker of fear in your eyes. Fear and adoration. Worship and possession—like he’s your saviour and your desecrator all at once.
There’s a loud, sharp cry that sounds like you, but your mouth is closed. You wince, and he watches the bruised skin of your neck pulsing when you swallow.
Fuck. Is he really so high on you he’s having visions of all the fucked up things he wants to do to you?
He’s already close—the idea of having you collared and bruised at his hands is about to send him over the edge.
His body seems to work of its own accord—in a split second he pulls out and turns you over onto your back, so he can look right into your eyes as he grabs your face and tugs it forwards.
He comes undone in all of a second. Ropes of cum land on your face, your chest, in your open mouth. He’s not aiming anywhere in particular—he just wants to see you covered.
To see you defiled.
It feels like the final step in a plan he didn’t know he’d been writing. There’s something almost ritualistic about it.
You’re smiling, grinning, like you’re high on the ecstasy of it and never want to come down.
A single tear rolls down your face. He catches it on his tongue at the bottom of your chin.
synopsis: You decide to send a letter to an inmate out of curiosity. Thinking he’d never get out of prison, you tell him things you never shared with anyone else before. Seonghwa decides to fulfill one of those things for you. (this idea came to me after watching love after lockup lol)
Tw: Cnc , rough sex, spanking , Mc is naive and kind of a dum dum, do NOT send letters to inmates, dirty talk, degradation squirting, spitting in mouth, face slapping, unprotected sex, overstimulation, the word rape is mentioned. (Do not bothering reading if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m not your babysitter and any hate will just get you blocked.) I didn’t proofread because I’m lazy, if im missing another warning lmk.
You ran fast, backpack jostling behind you. You pushed past people walking along the street, wanting to get home as soon as you could.
There’s has to be something that every person looks forward to every day of their life—or at the very least, every week.
Yours is this.
You quickly reach the lobby of your apartment building, walking towards the room where each unit’s mails were placed and start looking for your own. You pushed your key in, twisting and pulling until it opened only to be met with nothing.
It’s empty.
Again.
It’s been three weeks now and you fear that you have gotten a little too attached. You expected a reply a week after you sent your mail, it was always like that. It’s like a routine now.
It’s been a year since you started sending mails to an inmate that went by the name Park Seonghwa. You started doing so after scrolling through the internet for hours and saw a person sharing about her experiences in sending mails to a person in prison. It didn’t sound so bad, she made it sound like it wasn’t something people should be scared of and encouraged more to start doing the same.
You weren’t opposed to the idea.
Your friend warned you about it though, Wooyoung specifically; a senior in the university you’re currently a sophomore in. Wooyoung looks at you incredulously, as if you just said the most foolish idea you had ever come up with.
“You should really get off the internet,” Wooyoung says, voice low as he tried to keep in mind that you were in a public place. A library, to be more specific, where people are busy studying either for exams or projects.Wooyoung turns back to the book he was reading, pushing his eyeglass higher on the bridge of his nose with a twist of his wrist.
“It doesn’t seem so bad, Woo. I’ve been doing some research and they said that doing so could give you a sense of fulfilment,” You explain, trying to convince Wooyoung that it is, in some ways, a good idea.
“If it’s just fulfilment you’re looking for, Y/N, there are many other ways to feel fulfilled,” Wooyoung rationalises, eyebrows curving in worry as he stares at you. “Besides, these are criminals we’re talking about—”
“Some could just be falsely accused. You never know,” You cut off, shrugging your shoulders.
“I know but I mean, you don’t know which ones. They’re master manipulators!” Wooyoung says, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to meet your eyes.
You exhale, eyes looking anywhere but at Wooyoung. Maybe it was a bad idea. Wooyoung sighs, reaching for your arm resting on the table and caresses your skin with his thumb. His hold warm and strong, “Are there things you wish to talk about? I’m right here, you know?”
You breathe out a laugh, shaking your head as you finally meet Wooyoung’s gaze. “I know that, Wooyoung,” you say, tapping his hand that was still holding you. “And it’s not that, I just want to try and be of help, maybe they need friends. It must feel lonely there, right? Besides, I won’t be revealing too much. I’ll just send a letter and if they don’t reply then I’ll take that as a sign that it’s a bad idea.” You shrug.
Wooyoung stares at you for a beat longer, eyes looking from one eye to the other before he breathes out a heavy sigh, shoulders sagging.
He looks down to his book, tapping his pen on it before he looks back at you who just confided in him about something that’s a little troubling. Wooyoung was just looking out for your safety, above all. But you were also old enough to know about what you were getting yourself into and Wooyoung knows that you know that.
So, he sighs, defeated. “Okay, but if anything happens. Tell me, okay?” Wooyoung says, staring straight at you with all the seriousness he could muster. A smile breaks out across your face, as if his approval was all you needed. “I promise, thank you Woo.”
You knew what you should and should not do when sending a letter to a prisoner, after all, they are in prison for a reason. They’re criminals who could manipulate, take advantage of, or use someone for their gain. But you tried hard not to think too much about it. After all, you believe that humans are capable of change.
So you scroll through the website with the highest recommendation of the netizens to use when writing to an inmate. There are a lot of things you could talk about with a stranger. The idea of anonymity and the thought of them basically being a stranger without knowledge of what you look like brings you comfort due to the fact that you could never meet this person since he’s locked up somewhere.
So even if you told him something about yourself, the man could never do anything about the information. And you take comfort in that fact.There were various prisoners listed there who were looking for a pen pal, their picture plastered above their names and age.
So you scroll through a hundred profiles, staring as you cringe in slight fear at the look on some people’s faces. You try hard not to discriminate but the tattoos on their faces, their sharp eyes and huge bodies makes you shiver at the thought of what they’re capable of.
You aren't sure that you’ll find anyone you're comfortable enough to send a letter to, or most of them don’t even seem like they’ll reply to some college student sending a letter with the thought that maybe you’re just doing it for the fun of it.
You were just about to scroll again when a certain profile stopped you in your tracks. He’s no different from the other inmates, he has the same sharp eyes the rest do, piercing, cold and indifferent. He’s staring at the camera as if it's the one that committed a crime against him and you shiver at his gaze.
But aside from his eyes, he seemed…too soft to be in prison. You click on his profile, and find out that the crimes he had committed to end up in prison are not listed on his profile. To prevent people from being scared of sending letters or because of a whole other reason, you aren't sure, but you mostly think it’s the former. You start reading his profile, eyebrows furrowed at the fact there was only minimal information written there.
Park Seonghwa, #713933M
28 years old
I like music and I like to write. I can play the guitar. Anyone is welcome to send me mail. We could talk about anything.
Life before prison: Songwriter
Sentence: 91 years
Can you write through email?: No.
You contemplate as you read through his profile once more before deciding to go for it.
There was no specific reason why it made you choose to write to this man named Park Seonghwa. There really was none. He even seemed like the type that would never reply to mails that don't pique his interest.
Nonetheless, you wrote him one:
Hello!
My name is Y/N L/N. I’m a sophomore in college. I just turned (age) last (birth month)
I’m sending this letter to you because...
You pause, you know you just can’t write because you wanted to or because I’m curious it would seem like you’re mocking those people who are behind bars. You could be carefree sometimes but you weren’t careless.So you think about it, you can’t figure out what to say so you just go back to it and write what you deem appropriate to say.
I’m thinking maybe you’d need a friend from the outside to talk with. You’re not obligated to reply to me. I just want to send you this letter to ask about you and how you are there.
I look forward to hearing from you! I hope we can be friends. :)
Sincerely,
Y/N L/N
The thought of it being too simple and plain crossed your mind, but you figured you couldn’t really say too much in the first letter. It would be too overwhelming to talk about many things on the first meeting, who would want that the first time a person meets someone.
So you resorted to a short and simple message, put it in an envelope and wrote your address as the nearest post office to your apartment building.It’s advice you had gotten from the internet, to not put your real address on the mail since of course, if ever—which is highly unlikely—this person does get out or escapes prison, he won’t be able to locate you even if he tries.
So you input the recipient’s name along with the address of the prison he’s in before going to the post office. After all those things, you began to wait. You didn’t exactly expect an immediate reply, you weren’t even thinking that the man would reply, but deep inside you hoped he would.
Nonetheless, you never bothered checking in the post office. You were loaded with schoolwork during the whole week, too occupied to even have anything else cross your mind aside.
The library was packed, multiple students occupied each chair available and there were more people entering. It seemed they were all on the same boat as you were. It did not give you the slightest bit of comfort.
Just one more day, you remind yourself. Just one more, and this will all be over.
You tap your pen on your book, finding yourself spacing out more than actually focusing on what you needed to be reading. You rub your temple, eyes closing heavily in frustration.
You finally decide to just close your book after another moment of your mind spacing out, the sound almost echoing in the building surprises you. Your eyes widened, shoulders tensing in shame as some heads raised in question. You try hard not to meet their eyes as you pack your things up, hoping no one recognizes you.
You leave the campus and trod the usual street home. Your apartment building isn’t that far from the campus but it wasn’t close either. Nonetheless, you usually enjoy the walk home.It was a quiet walk, your phone clenched tightly in your hand when the thought finally crossed your mind. You weren't exactly counting how long it had been, but as far as you could remember it’s been more than a week since you had sent your letter to a certain someone.
You turn fast, building up your speed in excitement to reach the post office as soon as you can. It didn’t take long before you were already in front, eyes wide as you went to the counter. “Anything for me? Y/N L/N?”
The man stares at you, a little surprised at your outburst but you just stared back with equally wide eyes, eager to know whether you had received a reply or not.
The man starts looking at the countless envelopes, reading each of them before he finally sees the one with your name written on it. “Here,” The man hands it to you.
You take it, reading the addressee and your eyes widened at the name that became familiar on your tongue. “Thank you!”
You run out, a wide smile on your face as you hurried home. You couldn’t believe you received a letter back and you couldn’t spare another second to see what the letter contained.
You pushed the apartment door open after you had typed in the code, the door automatically closing behind you as you removed your shoes with lightning speed, letting them lay messily on the foyer as you walked deeper inside the room and dropped your bag on the floor.
You sit on the wooden floor, crossing your legs as you panted heavily. Your back rests on the foot of the couch, the wood beneath you warm; the comfort of your home embracing you like a hug. You push a stray hair behind your ear, before reaching for the opening of the envelope and start to tear.
You take a deep breath in, and try hard not to read it too fast.
It reads:
Hello, Y/N.
I’m glad you decided to send me a letter.
My name is Park Seonghwa and I’m 28 years old. You can probably already tell that because of my profile, huh?
Life here in prison isn’t that great actually but I get pretty busy so the day passes by quickly. I made a few friends here, one of them is Hongjoong, he’s in the same prison cell as I am. We both have life sentences so we bond over that fact. But it’s nice to have a friend outside these prison bars so I’m looking forward to talking with you, Y/N.
How’s college life so far? Was it everything you ever hoped for? Do you have friends? How are you?
Just tell me about yourself in general and don’t hold back. I’m open with any topic we could talk about.
I’m looking forward to your next letter, Y/N.
Sincerely,
Park Seonghwa
You let out a sigh you didn’t even realise you were holding.
Your face was numb from smiling the whole time and you couldn’t help but to let out a small squeal. Seonghwa’s handwriting was a little messy but it surprisingly goes along with the way he looks.
He seems open and kind. And you’re probably just being naive but all the warnings you heard from Wooyoung just went way past your head.
You hurried over to your study table and started writing your reply.
Hi, Seonghwa!
I’m so happy to hear from you. I didn’t expect to actually receive a reply from you but I am so glad you decided to send me one. It must be hard in there, but I’m glad you have someone to talk and relate with.
My life is pretty boring so I don't know what to tell you. All I did after I sent you the letter was study the whole time, it’s our exam week so of course, I had to. It’s hard but I manage, tomorrow is the last day of my exams and I can finally rest until summer break.
I don’t have many friends, aside from Wooyoung. He’s the only friend I have ever had since I started college. I didn’t expect college to be any different from high school and surprisingly, I was right. Aside from the heavier workload and level of seriousness, everything is pretty much just the same. Or maybe it’s just me.
I’m sorry, there’s really nothing that’s interesting about me. I hope you’ll understand.
But when you receive this mail, just know that I’m well.
How about you? I’d like to know more about you and I look forward to getting to know you as well.
Sincerely,
Y/N L/N
You quickly wrap the letter up, leaving at the same time to go to the post office to have it sent. You’re not exactly sure when you’ll receive the next reply but no one would be stopping you from dropping by every day.
It became a part of your life ever since then.
What you thought would start as something not so serious and child’s play lasted a year. The amount of commitment you both had in sending each other letters had you wondering sometimes. But you were just happy whenever you received a letter with your name written at the back of the envelope in Seonghwa’s handwriting.
It started from something casual, from you both asking about how your lives have been, information about yourselves, interests, hobbies and principles in life, until it grew into something personal you, not surprisingly, expected it to be.
You become open with any information about each other and you find yourself sharing everything you normally wouldn’t share with anyone—even Wooyoung. Maybe it’s because of the fact that you would never get to meet Seonghwa face to face (although, at some point, you started wishing you could) but you can’t tell, Seonghwa just feels like someone who will always be free from judgement.
... really, baby? I didn’t expect that from you. You just never seemed to be the type that will be into that sort of stuff. I admit I’m surprised but it’s good to know that you’re aware of what you like and what you do not want.
Have you tried talking about this with anyone yet? A boyfriend, perhaps? Or maybe friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? Do you want to try that with someone you love or is it fine even if it wasn’t? How would you like it to happen? How about aftercare?
Your cheeks grow hot, and you immediately start fanning your face with the letter the moment you finish reading it, savoring the way Seonghwa spoke to you—how he called you baby. The first time he’d said it, it had taken you nearly ten minutes to calm down.
At this point, you had told Seonghwa almost everything about yourself to the point that there’s nothing left to hide. Seonghwa’s aware what program you were majoring in, your university, your siblings, parents and he even started addressing the mail to your apartment building so you could easily check whenever a letter would arrive.
There’s no harm done, and a year has already passed. You doubt there would be anything bad that’s going to happen now, you’re way past those thoughts. Seonghwa’s got a life sentence, you doubt he’ll ever get out of prison or would even try to break out of it.
And Seonghwa made you feel safe, as if everything about him and everything he ever told you would be safe.
So you don't think anything could happen at this point.
You can’t tell exactly when your letters started transitioning into something that’s edging on intimate, maybe it’s the writer in him or maybe it was just natural of him, but Seonghwa just has his way with words that he smoothly transitions into calling you a term of endearment.
But you didn’t find it in you to point it out, or even try to correct the man.
You were too over the moon to even try, so you said nothing about it.
And Seonghwa continues doing so.
It was a hopeless kind of relationship you shared if you started wishing for something more than just this. So you try hard to limit yourself in thinking about Seonghwa, after all, this is nothing but just a fleeting moment for the both of you.
I actually haven’t tried yet. I’m too scared to even try. I might seem like the type who doesn’t care sometimes but I’m afraid that people would start thinking I’m weird once I told them about what I like.
It’s not everyday you learn that someone loves being forcibly violated during intercourse so it has been nothing else but just a fantasy of mine. Maybe someday, but I don’t know if I would ever meet someone who would be into that.
I don’t have a boyfriend and I’ve had one night stands here and there. I don’t want it to be extremely planned out, I like the spontaneity of it, take me by surprise type of thing. Does that make me sound like a pervert? I think it does. I’m sorry.
You send your reply, only slightly embarrassed about the contents of the letter since you’ve been talking about stuff like this for months now. Seonghwa has helped you discover things you didn’t know about yourself.
The man was too intelligent, filled with random knowledge even you didn’t know. Maybe it came with his age. It was either Seonghwa was naturally a genius or there’s just a lot of things you don’t know.
It was exactly four days later when you received a reply, opening the mailbox to see a letter from no one else but Seonghwa.
You readied yourself to read a long letter once you had reached your apartment, but you didn’t expect to see a paper containing only a sentence. Seonghwa has never done that before, so to see him do so made you frown in confusion.
What’s your safe word?
You read it once more, and then read it again. You reach for the envelope, turning it over to see that it did come from Seonghwa and it was addressed to you so there really was no mistake.
You thought a lot about it, and wondered why that was the only thing he had sent you since he usually sends two to three pages long.
But you still stand up, going to the study table and grabbing your pen. You pause and stare at the blank paper, thinking about what else you should write but considering Seonghwa didn’t answer your past questions and answered you with a single question, you resorted to doing the same.
You don't know what Seonghwa wants to do with the information but you answered him honestly. Like you always did.
Just the basics. The traffic light system, green, continue. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop everything immediately. Unless I say them, everything I say is not considered, like no, or stop. All that stuff.
Why?
The moment you sent that letter, you never received a reply from Seonghwa again.
You wondered whether you had gone a little overboard in sharing your preferences. Anxiously you think about how maybe you had finally weirded Seonghwa out after everything you had told him.
You’re aware it wasn’t normal, considering it’s something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. But you thought Seonghwa understood. He had indulged you, asked you about it, encouraged you, and comforted you—reassuring you that there was nothing wrong with having kinks that fell outside what most people consider typical.
You were grateful that you could finally talk about it openly with someone—grateful that Seonghwa understood you and was someone you could rely on. He made you feel there was nothing wrong with wanting to be forced beyond your limits during sex, and that it was a good thing to know yourself so well. It left you feeling more at ease with what you wanted.
You thought you had finally built up the confidence to try something you’d wanted for a long time, especially after Seonghwa kept telling you not to be afraid of any judgement.
But since his silence, it was as if you went back to where you first started again. Way back to your hometown, surfing the internet hoping it had the answers to why you wanted to be taken against your will and why the thought of it turned you on.
That feeling of anxiety started creeping in on you again just like it had back then.
You should’ve listened when Wooyoung warned you about it. When he had spoken about how prisoners could easily manipulate someone. If you have heeded his warnings then maybe you wouldn't be feeling this way now.
Tomorrow would mark three weeks since you’d sent your letter. Seonghwa had never gone this long without replying, so if there was still nothing waiting for you when you got home tomorrow, you’d decided you would force yourself to let it go and start moving on.
Even then, you knew it would take a long time before you could truly forget.
You stopped by your mailbox right after you had come home from a night class you dreaded having. Your heart was hammering in your chest, nervous and all the more hopeful that there would be something inside, an envelope that contained a letter and bore Seonghwa’s handwriting in it.
But you were met with disappointment when you tugged it open and found nothing.
Your mouth pursed, heart sinking as you closed the metal loudly. You considered staying there, lumping down the floor to curl up and bask on the lingering feeling of pain and betrayal in your chest. But you push yourself to start walking towards the elevator, trying so hard to suppress the tears threatening to fall as you walk inside the elevator.
Your mind spaces out, the tears you were trying so hard to hold back finally vanishes and results into blank—empty.
You walk out of the elevator when it chimes, signaling your arrival to your floor. You were way too out of your mind as you walked along the hallway, not even noticing your surroundings, too deep in your feelings to even start worrying about anything else.
You stand right in front of your apartment door, shoulders sagging as your hands reach out to type the code in. Your eyes were distant, mind blank as you sighed.
There’s usually no one along the halls at this time of the night since people resorted to resting in their units. You rarely see your neighbours even except in the mornings when people tend to get busy especially on weekdays.
So when someone crept up behind you without making a sound—the warmth of their presence sending a shiver across your skin—you froze where you stood.
Your movements paused and your eyes widened, rising from its gaze on your hands on the pad to looking ahead right at the wood of your apartment door.
Your first thought was it could be a ghost, or a creepy feeling you had never felt before in your entire life, something paranormal and scary—but when you felt something sharp placed right on the side of your torso, you finally got the idea of what was happening.
Your heart began to race, and sweat started to gather on your forehead as a wave of adrenaline washed over you.
You raise your hands slightly, trembling in fear as the man grabs you by the shoulder while the other stays right at your side while holding something—which you could suspect as nothing else but a knife.
“Open the door,” The man commands. His voice was deep and a little raspy, and the power it held had you automatically obeying.
You immediately continue with typing your code in, turning it to the side and twisting it open. The man behind you pushes you in and follows right after you.
Your head was tucked, fear overcoming you as all thoughts circled your mind. What could this man possibly want? What could you even offer? You have nothing. You’re not even that rich to be involved in this kind of incident. You surely don't have enemies as far as you know. So why the hell was this happening?
“I-I don’t have much money,” you begin, words stuttering out as you continue looking ahead, refusing to turn as this might trigger the man. “But you could take anything—everything, I have my laptop over there and my phone—my money is—“
The man chuckles, in amusement or in a way to mock you—you don't know and you could care less. You just want to know what this man wants from you, “That’s not what I want.”
You pause, wondering what else the man could take from you aside from material things.
One thing came into your mind, but you deeply hoped that wasn’t the case.
“Turn around,” The man orders.
You did as you were told, albeit hesitantly. You refused to look at the man’s face when you had made a full turn, eyes cast down to the floor.
There was a moment of silence and you were so close to tears when you felt a warmth on your chin, forcing you to lift your face and you did, trembling in fear as you followed the movement and you finally got to see the man’s face.
“What else can you offer?” The man says with a tilt of his head and a smirk on his lips.
You stared, taking in the sight of the man in front of you, and your face relaxed—contorting into something akin to relief as realization dawned on you.
You haven't seen this man in person, nor have you met him personally even once, but you know him. You were just exchanging letters with him a few weeks ago, talking about everything you could never talk about to anyone and shame finally overcame you.
Your fear was gone in an instant, almost non-existent as embarrassment took its place.
You almost utter out the man’s name, but Seonghwa comes close, wrapping you up in his warmth as his lips graze your ear.
Seonghwa was tall, and the way he carried himself—the way he stood, the weight of his presence—made you want to shrink into yourself.
Seonghwa’s hand rounds your body, reaching behind you, hand low before it finally comes in contact with the supple flesh of your ass.
You gasp, eyes widening in surprise as you try to hold back any more sounds you could make as Seonghwa starts to caress you there.
You don't know what to do with yourself nor where this was leading to. You haven't even talked to him in three weeks now, and seeing him here was more than just a surprise.
But the way Seonghwa was holding you, the way he had started whatever he was doing to you excited you to no end. This was what you were just talking about with him a few weeks before, and now Seonghwa’s giving you exactly what you wanted.
“Please … stop,” you mutter, voice weak and quiet as you shut your eyes tight. The words coming to you naturally, your skin prickling, buzzing with heat as the thought of what’s happening burns your loins.
A smile spreads across Seonghwa’s lips. He didn’t expect you to play along immediately considering you had never seen each other in person like this. He expected you to push him away or tell him to leave.
He guesses you really are just too fucked in the head.
Lucky him.
Seonghwa pulls away, seeing that your eyes are shut tight and he grinds his teeth. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you into a kiss and you push on his chest, lips shut tight as Seonghwa tries to force them open with his tongue.
He grabs your jaw, tightening his hold to coax your mouth open and you wince, the pain unbearable. You had no choice but to open your mouth, welcoming his tongue in.
There were so many thoughts circling your mind, so many questions you wanted to ask—confusions you hoped he would finally clear up after you’d gone so long without hearing from him.
But you couldn’t think straight as the lust flooded your mind. You could feel your panties getting wet at the contact of Seonghwa’s thigh in between your legs.
The man was everything but gentle, he pushed you backwards by walking forward, hand still clutching you by the jaw as your lips did not break contact. You weren’t even reciprocating the action.
You were just there, mouth slacked and tongue lolled out as Seonghwa sucked you in as if he’s been starved for so long and you whined at the thought of being used.
You push on his chest, finding the man unbudging before the back of your knees make contact with your bed and you fall against the sheets, forcing your mouths to break.
You sit there, looking up at the man who was looking down at you , eyes clouded with lust and you turn away, catching your breath. You already know where this is leading to but you don't know what Seonghwa’s planning.
Seonghwa pushes his hair back, reaching for his pants and unzips it. He positions himself right where you sit in front of him, your brows furrow as you sit there looking up at him.
He pulls his dick out, stroking himself a few times before he grabs your hair, forcing you to turn your head towards his dick and he smiles at the sight of it.
You pull back, trying to turn away but the hold Seonghwa had on you had you stilling, his grip against your hair tight and painful.
“Suck,” he says, voice authoritative as he grazes the head of his cock against your lips. The action made your pussy clench, finding yourself getting wetter at the thought of him forcing you to take him down your throat.
“N-No,” you beg, pressing your lips together but his hold on your hair tightens making you hiss in pain.
“I wasn’t asking,” Seonghwa grunts, gaze piercing and you shiver.
Your eyebrows pinched together and tears welled up at the edge of your eyes, but your mouth fell open slightly, until Seonghwa opened it wider by thrusting his dick in without remorse.
You choke, pulling back at the force, pushing him by his hips but Seonghwa holds you there, laughing at your struggle.
“If you don’t do it properly, you’re gonna choke. Come on,” he pulls his hips back, giving you time to readjust before he pushes once more, thrusting his dick in and this time, your throat is more relaxed as tears fall down your cheeks.
Seonghwa’s mouth falls open, almost cumming at the face you were making. You looked so pretty, eyes filled with tears looking up at him, eyebrows pinched as you glared, mouth full with his dick, sitting there, pliant and powerless as you let him use you.
“If I feel teeth, I’ll kill you right here,” he threatens and your throat tightens around his cock as you whine.
Seonghwa groaned, throwing his head back as he thrusts in your mouth, gradually getting rougher and faster. It had you closing your eyes, hands raising once more to hold him by his hips to slow him down but the man refused to do so.
“Your throat is twitching, do you actually like that, huh?” He grunts, panting as he chases his high.
You find yourself choking in discomfort and you try to pull away once more, pushing yourself up further by the bed in hopes of getting away.
Seonghwa lets you go, his cock coming out of your mouth filled with spit and his precum. You heave, catching your breath as if drowned.
Seonghwa watches you, amusement dancing in his eyes as you climb up the bed until the back of your head collides with the wall, finding yourself cornered.
“I haven't even cum yet,” He mutters, climbing up the bed on his knees as he strokes himself, his cock dripping wet. Your hand raises, covering your mouth with the back of it.
“Please … no more, I can’t do it,” You plead, turning your face away.
“You were amazing, baby. It’s like you were born to be used,” Seonghwa says, voice mocking and the smile on his face sinister.
You look at him in fear when he grabs your hair once more, he holds his dick with the other and lines it up again against your lips.
His cock grazes your lips, his precum spreading on it and he bites his bottom lip at the sight. “So pretty, aren’t you? How many dicks has this mouth sucked, huh?”
Seonghwa slaps his cock against your lips teasingly as your eyes scrunch close in humiliation. You’re pretty sure there was a wet spot forming in the middle of your jeans from everything he was doing to you. You hated how much you loved this but it was everything you ever wanted.
“Open wide, baby,” He says and you do so, not wanting to disobey the man further and push the wrong buttons.
Seonghwa thrusts fast almost immediately, chasing the high he was on earlier and you keep your eyes closed, throat clenching sporadically as he holds you still, face pressed right against his pubes as warmth finally spreads across your throat.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, gulping down the spurts of cum Seonghwa was releasing in your mouth as he refused to pull away, determined to make you swallow everything and you did just that, choking and gasping for air.
You hadn't even fully recovered when he tugs you down, turning you over, and forcibly bends your body across the bed face shoved in the pillows causing you to tremble.
“Wait—Please, haven’t you had enough?” You say, voice scratchy and breathless as you try to look over your shoulder at Seonghwa but he firmly holds you by the nape.
“You call a mediocre blowjob enough? Who would be satisfied with that?” Seonghwa chuckles, the sound is too humiliating to your ears.
Seonghwa towers behind you, pushing you harder on the bed when you try to struggle. The man hovers right behind your head, you feel the hand on your nape let loose only to reach for your hands on each side of your body to tie them together behind you.
You freeze, heart hammering loud in your chest at the thought of being unable to fight back or do anything but lay there and take whatever he was going to do to you.
A familiar heat swept across your skin, and you squeezed your eyes shut as a whine escaped you, mentally berating yourself for being so obvious.
Seonghwa chuckles, almost breaking out of his own character and pushes himself up after successfully tying your wrists with his belt.
He hovers behind you once more, hands pressing on either side of your head as he lowers his face right at your ear and whispers, “Isn’t this supposed to be the part where you struggle, baby? You love it too much, you're breaking out of your own character.”
You grit your teeth, wiggling your body and thumping your head back to try to knock him off balance to no avail. “Let go of me.”
Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, amazed at the shift, and smirks at your struggle. "You do realise you're not going anywhere, right? I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to take it whether you want it or not. But judging from the back of your jeans, I don't think that's going to be an issue."
He shifted back and flipped your body over so you were on your back, and you gasped at the sudden movement, your wrists still locked together behind you.
Seonghwa grabs your jaw, forcibly making you turn to face him and spares no time smashing his lips against yours. You clench your jaw tightly when his tongue tries to pry your mouth open.
The hold on your jaw tightens in retaliation, the stinging pain making you wince. You were left with no choice but to relax your jaw, unable to bear the pain as his tongue made its way into your mouth.
Seonghwa was relentless. It was as if he was sucking you in just like before. The hold he had on your jaw was more relaxed now, just angling your head to lift it higher so he could kiss you better—deeper.
You whimper as he sucks on your tongue, fidgeting and rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief for your neglected pussy that’s been left untouched.
Seonghwa seems to notice this. He lowers both his hands, easily unbuttoning your jeans and yanking down the zipper. You struggle once more, all the more surprised and overwhelmed.
“Wait—” you blurt, frantic. You turn your face to the side to break the kiss, and Seonghwa’s lips collide with your cheek.
You try to reach for his hands on instinct until you remember that your hands are still bound, and you whimper in helplessness as Seonghwa finishes pulling down the rest of your jeans along with your panties. Seonghwa relishes the sight of you naked from the waist down in front of him as he drops the items to the floor.
He spreads your legs open and you immediately turn your head away in humiliation as if that would make you feel less exposed but it didn’t, not even one bit and fresh tears gathered in your eyes from the shame.
Your hole twitched and Seonghwa smiled, no matter how much you tried to deny it, he knows just as much as you do that you loved this.
It would take a fool not to notice.
And Seonghwa’s not a fool.
He fits himself between your legs, rubbing his cock against your bare cunt, and feels you trembling against him—whether in shame or excitement, he couldn't exactly tell. "You're a pervert," he whispered in your ear, leaning down.
You whimper, biting your bottom lip, embarrassed that Seonghwa thinks you’re a pervert—and that he knows it, too.
You’d been physically open and vulnerable with one-night stands before, but none of them knew what you liked the way he did. And even though you were excited and looking forward to what would happen next, you couldn’t ignore the humiliation and shame simmering beneath your skin.
But you find yourself liking that as well.
So, Seonghwa’s right.
You are a pervert.
Seonghwa grinds his hips forward again, lingering for another moment as he revels in the way his cock rubs against your slit and brushes your clit. You can't help thrusting your hips up to meet his, your eyes fluttering in pleasure.
You don't even notice when he swiftly inserts two fingers into your entrance, making you throw your head back—you weren't prepared for the sudden intrusion. Still, you try to fight it, pulling your hips away, but Seonghwa only grows more persistent. One hand reaches out to hold your hip still while the other pushes his fingers deeper inside you until they're buried knuckle-deep, drawing an involuntary moan from your lips.
Fuck, you're so tight," Seonghwa cursed, his mind flashing with images of his cock sliding in and out of you instead of his fingers. His fingers graze against the gummy walls of your pussy, looking for something that he knew without a doubt would add to your pleasure.
He knew he found it when your thighs began to shake, your breathing growing faster and heavier, resulting in you squirming even harder, trying to get away from Seonghwa’s relentless onslaught.
“Stop! Stop! Wait, please—slow down!” You beg, eyes wide in panic as you grow nearer to your climax but that only riled Seonghwa up.
Unless he heard exactly the word that signified it being too much for you, he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
“Stop—Please! I’m coming!!” You scream, voice high and pitchy. Your thighs close, trapping Seonghwa’s arm in between your legs as if that would stop him.
Seonghwa arches his fingers, pushing against that one spot inside of you so hard you choke on a moan, coming hard and fast, your thighs shake, mouth falling open as your eyes fight to stay open.
He pulls his fingers out, his hand wet with your release almost to the point it reaches his wrist and laughs before licking it off of his fingers. Sweat gathered at his forehead, making his hair stick to it and he pushed it back with his free hand.
“I fucking knew you would be good for this,” Seonghwa comments, looking down at you as you shivered from how hard your orgasm was.
You roll onto your side, curling in on yourself as much as your bound arms allow, trying to ride out the afterglow—but Seonghwa doesn’t give you any time.
He tugs on your shoulder, making you turn to face him once more and you do, eyes hooded and hazy as you look up at the man who stares down at you with lust and satisfaction swimming in his eyes.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, holding you by the jaw.
You were way past fighting back now, so you do as he says, mouth falling open at the command and Seonghwa’s gaze lowers to your mouth. “Tongue out.”
You did what you were told and rolled your tongue out, the muscle wet and Seonghwa gathered saliva in his mouth, spitting it right into your own and closed it with his hold on your chin.
“Swallow, bitch.” He says and you don’t hesitate, groaning at the action. Seonghwa slaps your cheek, the force leaving a mark on your skin and you whimper slowly, eyes closing in a daze.
It was so filthy, so dirty and lewd, you couldn’t believe how much you liked it.
“Good girl,” Seonghwa praises. His hand grips your chin, holding you by the cheek as he caresses you there, and you nuzzle into his palm on instinct.
He grabs your shoulder again, turning you over, and pushes your head down into the pillow. “Raise your hips.”
You do so obediently, knees holding you up as you present yourself for Seonghwa to see and he smiles, loving the obedience.
“What a good bitch I have right here. Should I just lock you up? Keep you out of the world and tie you up right here, just for me, hmm? Just for me to use and fuck whenever I want.”
You shake your head despite the difficulty, appalled at what Seonghwa suggested and the man just laughs at your reaction. You’ve been panting so hard, mouth falling open as spit drips from your lips. You don’t know what to do with yourself, you have never been so lost in pleasure like this.
“I think you would be a great cock sleeve, baby.”
Seonghwa raises his hand, slapping one of your ass cheeks harshly and it immediately starts to sting. You wince at the pain, body jolting up at the force as you feel something drip out of your pussy.
You have never been like this before.
“Fucking slut,” Seonghwa whispers, landing another slap on the other cheek and your toes curl.
Seonghwa tugs on his cock, inching closer to your awaiting hole before he notices your hands fisted into a ball, wrist bruised from the tightness of the belt and he stops himself.
He reaches for the belt, tugs it loose and throws it off the bed.
A question pops inside of your head after the action but the relief that came with it when you were finally able to rest your arms on the bed washed it away.
Seonghwa pushes your shirt up, eyes peering down at your waist and wraps his hands around it. He lines himself up against your entrance, watching the way your hole gives in so easily to the head of his cock and he groans at the sight. Your pussy immediately wraps around his dick like a vice, so warm and tight Seonghwa couldn’t help but moan as he pushed his way inside.
You choke on a gasp as he buries himself to the hilt. Seonghwa’s cock was so big it was as if he occupied your insides, leaving no space for anything else. You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes from the pressure alone.
With the little ounce of fight left in you, you reach behind you, trying to push Seonghwa’s hips away when it finally comes in contact with your ass. Seonghwa grips your hand, and reaches for the other.
He pins them both behind your back steady with one hand before he pulls your hips back with the grip and thrusts in. His free hand presses on the bed beside your head, holding himself steady as he thrusts in hard.
You jostled on the bed, mouth falling open in a silent moan as the head of his cock grazed your cervix right on.
Your thighs tremble, chest heaving in heavy breaths as Seonghwa fucks you without remorse. Your face turns to the side, mouth open and eyes unfocused as the urge to close your legs starts flooding your mind, the intensity of Seonghwa’s thrusts makes your legs shake, toes curling at the unimaginable pleasure.
It was the first time you had ever felt like this. Everything you knew about sex was gone with the way Seonghwa was fucking you. It was as if it was your first time all over again, only this time you were actually enjoying it.
You whine, teeth clenching as Seonghwa never once moves from that spongy spot inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You moaned, hands trying to claw their way out of Seonghwa’s grip to clench the sheets but Seonghwa refused to let them go.
He lowers himself, lips coming in contact with your shoulder and kisses you there. He raises himself to your ear and whispers, “You like that?”
He thrusts in, deeper and harder, the sound of skin slapping drumming in your ears and you relish in the filth of it. It was so unreserved and wild, you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes as you moan without a care.
“Fuck,” you whimper, burying your face in the pillow as you try to pull your hips away from Seonghwa’s brutal thrusts.
The buildup of your orgasm didn’t take long, you were already getting closer and closer as Seonghwa didn’t even try to hold himself back, pushing more when you tried to pull away, leaving you not even the smallest chance of escaping his onslaught.
True to his word, he fucks you like some cock sleeve only meant to be used.
And you take pleasure at the thought. Eyes closed, moans escaping uncontrollably as your mouth fell open.
Seonghwa lets go of your hands, lowering himself on your back and pins you down with his entire body as he chases his high.
You just lie there, taking his harsh thrusts before the man tugs you by the hair, making you yelp in surprise as he turns your head back and captures your lips. Seonghwa pins your hips down, knees spreading open on the bed as his thrusts grow faster and faster, finally coming close to his high.
He bites on your lower lip, pulling a pained whine from your mouth before he pulls away. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans, voice heavy with lust as he pants right in your ear.
It was so heated, so heavy and hot as your pants and moans echoed in the room. Your cunt clenched down on his dick as you came, surprising yourself and even Seonghwa as you clenched tighter around the man’s cock.
Seonghwa’s hips still, groaning at the pleasure that wracks his body and grinds his cock in. It took everything in him not to paint your insides with his cum, but he didn’t want this to be over so soon just yet.
Seonghwa pulls out, turning you to face him and pushes on your inner thigh spreading you open once more. Your hand raises to hold his hips back when he starts lining himself up against your throbbing hole once more.
“A-Aren’t we done?” You asked, voice weak and face filled with confusion.
Seonghwa just looks down at you as if you just asked the stupidest question that ever was. “Did I cum?”
“B-But I just came, I’m still sensitive—”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he says, slapping your hold on his hips away and pushes inside once more, sighing at the warmth that envelopes his cock and tosses his head back.
You tense, jolting uncontrollably at the sparks of pleasure as tears hit the edges of your eyes from the oversensitivity. Seonghwa thrusts almost immediately, fucking you with no intentions of stopping and your thighs tighten around his hips.
You feel the familiar buildup, only this time it feels different.
“Wait—Wait, Seonghwa!” You call out his name, frantic. You try pushing the man by his chest, but he smacks your hand away.
You try to fight, thrashing in his hold as he didn’t make a move to stop his hips, fucking you like it’s his first time and your tears fall on instinct.
“No! Stop! I think I’m gonna pee!!” You almost scream, frantic at the thought and he laughs at you.
“If you really want me to stop, you know what to say.” Seonghwa replied, not even trying to slow down. His thrusts grew faster, pushing you up on the bed as your body jostled from the force of his thrusts.
You cry out, legs shaking so hard as your pussy starts releasing clear liquid, spurt after spurt of it shoots out of you making you sob in shame.
You clench around Seonghwa’s cock one last time, holding him tight like a vice, leaving the man with no choice but to bury himself deep inside of you and cum.
Seonghwa trembles from the force of his climax, releasing his cum right inside of your sloppy pussy and makes no move to pull out until he has filled you with every last drop. He looks down at you and sees you shaking as your eyes start to lose focus, clouded with haze as he basks in the force of his orgasm.
Seonghwa lowers himself, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s not pee, you dumb bitch. You just squirted like the slut you are.”
You don’t say anything, you just whine as Seonghwa finally pulls out of you, his cum oozing out of your pussy.Your legs close, body shaking as the pleasure wracks your whole body.
And then you pass out.
You blink, shuffling on the bed as you finally come to. Your body was heavy the same way your eyes were and your muscles were sore. You momentarily forgot how you got into that situation until the smell of cigarettes entered your nostrils.
The room was cold, but the blanket wrapped around your body provided the warmth you needed.
Your eyes open fully taking in the man resting against the headboard right beside you blowing out smoke from his lips.
You sit up despite your aching back’s protests, catching Seonghwa’s attention as you do, and the reality of what just happened finally sinks in. You fume—confused, overwhelmed, and even more embarrassed.
“You’re finally awake,” Seonghwa says and you can’t believe what you’re seeing and hearing.
Seonghwa was here.
It’s not him in the form of a letter, handwriting or an envelope. It’s him right beside you, smoking a cigarette, eyes piercing and deeper than his image indicated on the website, his hair was silver and it reaches up to the nape of his neck, features soft and his lips are quirked up in amusement.
You gape, not knowing what to say.
“What?” He says, chuckling. Obviously too amused at the way you were gawking at him.
“Well—I didn’t expect you to be here.” You tell him, voice scratchy from overuse and you clear your throat, ashamed as the memories of why that was floods your mind again.
Seonghwa chuckles once more, crushing his cigarette on a paper he had laid out by the bedside table and leans closer to you, caressing your hair.
“Well, I came for you, baby.” He says, leaning closer to reach for your cheek and plants a kiss on it.
“But… But don’t you have a life sentence? How come you’re here? How’d you get here?” You ask, question after question running through your mind.
Seonghwa pauses, caught off guard but he tries hard not to let it show.
“Does that matter?” He asks back, chuckling as his hands lower to your arm tugging you closer to try and capture your lips but you turn your face away slightly, brows furrowing.
“Seonghwa,” you begin, your eyes unfocused as your face relaxes and your mind tries to make sense of everything. “I never got to ask.”
Seonghwa pauses, pulling back to give you a bit of space as you press a hand lightly to his chest.
“How’d you end up in prison?”
Seonghwa studies your face, noticing how you refuse to meet his eyes, and a grin plays at his lips. Out of what? you couldn’t tell.
“You really do ask the right questions, baby.” He says, leaning back on the headboard as the grin never once vanished from his face.
He stays leaning there, eyes looking ahead as the smile slowly fades and his face morphs into something you can’t understand when you finally lift your eyes to look at the man you barely knew.
“You wanna know what crime made me end up with a life sentence?” Seonghwa asks, turning to look at you as your eyes finally meet.
Only this time, your eyes faltered as Seonghwa’s turned piercingly cold.
“It’s rape.”
A/N: it feels wrong to upload this an hour after leaving from church. I gotta go repent
Part one: Kim Hongjoong
"You move like that again and I am locking this door and fucking you until you can't pretend it was an accident.
Part two: Park Seonghwa
"You grind on me like that again and I'm taking you upstairs and fucking you until you can't walk back down.
Part three: Jeong Yunho
"You move on me like that again and I'm taking you out of here and fucking you until you can't sit on my lap without remembering exactly how I had you.
Part four: Kang Yeosang
"You do that again and I'm dragging you out of here and fucking you until you forget we were ever watching a movie.
Idea credits
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I'll do the maknae line once I'm finished with the Hyung line!
Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Kim Hongjoong, is the captain and main producer of the group Ateez. This often leads to long, lonely nights without him Until finally you grew tired of it and went to the studio and one thing leads to another....
"You move like that again and I am locking this door and fucking you until you can't pretend it was an accident.
Word count: 3k
A/N: This is a work of fiction. Nothing I write is a reflection on Hongjoong's personality and the things he does in life.
You both loved and hated that your boyfriend was the captain of Ateez and one of the main producers because it was often long nights without him cuddled up in your bed. Hongjoong was at the studio at all hours of the day and often slept in the booth if he was hard at work on a new song for the team. Usually you would simply smile and wish him the best, but lately you’ve been feeling lonely and needy for your boyfriend. You missed his arms around you, missed having his fingers on your skin, his mouth on you, his di-
Snapping out of your thoughts as you feel heat flaring in your belly, simmering low as you rise up from the couch. Grabbing your keys, phone and purse, you make your way out to your car to drive to KQ studio. The receptionist reckonizes you instantly and gives you a warm smile. “I’m here to see Kim Hongjoong, he’s probably locked himself in the studio with the comeback approaching.” You sigh out, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
“Kim-ssi must have really worried you if you came down to collect him personally. Follow me.” The receptionist laughs softly as he leads you down the hall to the main recording booth where you could see Hongjoong with his laptop illumuninating his face, his bottom lip captured between his teeth as he mixes different sounds for a song he was working on.
Without another word, the receptionist turns back to head back to the front desk. You swallow shallowly as you raise your knuckle and tap gently on the glass. Hongjoong’s head snaps up and he pulls the headset off his ear, his dark eyes catching yours through the glass. A soft, impsh smile curls at his lips as his shoulders sag a bit. He motions for you to come inside.
“Baby, I’m so sorry for not coming home these past few days.” He apologizes, immediately pulling you down to sit on his lap. Hongjoong gives you another one of his boyish smiles that never ceases to make you melt for him. He nuzzles his nose against your jaw as his hands go to squeeze your hips gently. “I’m almost done, princess. I promise. Just gotta finish up this track then we’ll head home together, yeah?”
You couldn’t help your inner bratty side that reared its head at Hongjoong’s promises. “Yeah, sure, Joongie.” You mutter as you get more comfortable on his lap. You began to scroll leisurely through your phone, going through all your socials. You huff a little as he immediately slides his headset back and his glasses reflect the screen of his laptop. You could see how he mixes different beats and sounds together, his tongue being caught between his teeth as he works. Letting out another sigh, you shift on his lap slightly, rolling your hips just the tiniest bit.
His reaction was instantaneous as his breathing grew harder, cock swelling underneath you. He was just as pent up as you were, so when his hand moves from his laptop to squeeze at your thigh, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear as his voice growls, dark and low. “Don’t do that.” He lifts his hips, letting you feel the hot, heavy length of his cock against your aching center. “Move like that again and I am locking that door and fucking you until can’t even pretend it was an accident.”
Your panties were immediately drenched as slick pools in the seat as Hongjoong’s threat ーno, his dark promise fills your head. Your chest heaves as your breathing grows ragged and your fingers tighten marginally around your phone. You briefly think about the consequences and repercussions of what would happen but you threw caution to the wind. You roll your hips deliberately over his, grinding over his hardening cock and letting out a needy whimper as you lean in to murmur in his ear. “Do it then, Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong’s eyes darken as a smirk spreads over his lips as his hand dips under your shirt to wrap around your waist. “You’re such a brat.” He whispers, sliding his headset off before his free hand grabs the back of your neck and guides your lips to his. His glasses press against the bridge of your nose as he devours your mouth, thick wet tongue slipping past your parted lips and coaxing yours out to dance.
You let out a squeak when the hand on your waist glides across your back as he lifts you up. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist as Hongjoong wastes no time in heading over to the door to flick the lock and pull the blinds shut. You moan into his mouth, pulling his glasses off and tossing them on the couch as he carries you over to the control panel of the recording booth, laying you down on the cool surface. “Hong-”
He cuts your words off with another deep kiss as his hands wander down to the waistband of your pajama shorts that you didn’t bother to change out of. His fingers slip underneath, feeling bare skin and he pulls away from you lips, tongue lapping at and breaks away the string of saliva that connects your bottom lip with his as his brow arches. “No panties. And you had the nerve to grind on me “accidentally.”” He muses as his knuckles brush over your slit, gathering the slick that bubbles at your entrance. “And this wet for me. You wanted this, huh, princess?”
Trying to deny his words when his other hand grabs your jaw softly and nods your head for you as his lips twisted up into a darker smile. The smile he uses when he is on stage, letting the audience know why he’s part of the Demon Line of Ateez. You swallow thickly as he yanks your shorts down over your hips, exposing your pussy to the cool a/c of the recording booth. Goose bumps form on your skin as a shiver crawls down your spine.
“Hongjo-” Your words are cut off by a moan when he immediately eases two of his fingers inside your clenching little hole, the pad of his thumb swirling tight circles on your throbbing clit. Your back arches away from the panel as Hongjoong starts a relentlessly slow and mind numbing pace of dragging his fingers leisurely through your increasingly soaked folds. Your hands scramble to grip something ー anything to ground yourself. Your hips move to grind against him, wanting him to move faster, but his other hand pushes down on your belly.
“Stay still.” He hisses, eyes dark with lust as he looks down at you. “Take what I give you or I’ll stop and leave you aching.”
Hongjoong curls his fingers, seeking out that one spot that makes stars flash behind your eyelids as your pussy squeezes tightly around him. He lets out a grunt as he moves his free hand under your shirt, sliding it up your belly to your breasts. He palms the right one, weighing it in his hand before his finger rolls your nipple between the pads. Your voice comes out a bit louder as the squleching of your cunt rings out in the air. You bring your hand up to muffle your moans, looking down into Hongjoong’s eyes as he watches your every reaction. You let out a whine when his hand moves from your breast through the opening of your shirt to pull your hand away.
“Ah, ah, ah, Princess. No hiding that sweet voice. Let me hear you.” His lips curl into a smirk as he picks up the pace of his fingers, thrusting them in and out faster, the lewd sounds of your drenched walls echoing around the room. Your face heats up with warmth as you feel a tightening in your lower belly, your feet sliding on the floor as you try to slide up the console.
Your lips part in a series of airy moans as your hands grip the edge of the table, your hips bucking to meet every drag of his fingers through your center, his palm smacking against your clit as he grinds it into the throbbing bud. “Hong...Joong...Gonna, fuck, m’gonna...” That coiling tension in your lower belly snaps as you cum hard against his hand, wetting up his wrist Hongjoong gradually slows down his fingers, helping you to come down from your high before slowly slipping his fingers out and bringing them to his lips.
He holds eye contact with you as his tongue slides out, pink and wet as it curls around his fingers, clearing your essence off with a low pleased hum. Hongjoong tilts his head, his long bangs falling over his eyes as he sucks his fingers clean. “Always so sweet. Almost makes me want to eat this cute little pussy, but no. She need to be fucked.” As the last word leaves him in a purr-like growl, the hand that wasn’t trapped between his lips, trails down his body undoes the ties that held his sweats up on his hips. The strings come undone and the grey material droops lower on his hips, showing off his faint V-line before his hand pulls them down to free his swollen cock, letting it slap wetly against the soft cotton of his t-shirt and the weeping tip leaving a small wet spot.
Hongjoong wraps his hand around the length, stroking it from base to tip and squeezing out a pearl of pre-cum before tapping the mushroomed tip against your pulsing bud until you were whining so loudly for him. He releases his fingers from his mouth, trailing them over your cheek to your lips. “Hear that. Hear how wet she is for me. Because of me. And now...I want to hear her sing for me as I pound into her.” Hongjoong pushes on one of her thighs, spreading you open wider for him as he taps his still damp fingers against your bottom lip. “Go on. Suck. Bite if you need to scream, baby girl.” He grips the base of his cock, slipping it down your slick slit before nudging the blunt head at your entrance.
You part your lips to allow him to press his fingers past and into your mouth. You could still faintly taste yourself on the digits and a hum vibrated in your chest that quickly turned into a cry of pleasure when Hongjoong took that moment to snap his hips into your, fuckiing his length into your tight channel until his balls smacked against the curve of your ass. “Fuck!” Your head is thrown back, the buttons underneath clicking as you unknowingly start the sound recording. Your moans sound out as Hongjoong doesn’t allow you time to adjust as he starts a quick pace, rutting into your pussy and making it squelch with every thrust.
“Fuck, princess. She’s singing so pretty for me. I wish I could make this into a song only for me to hear.” Sweat beads at his forehead as he slides his fingers over your tongue coating them in your saliva as you gasp and moan around them. His cockhead kisses your sweetest spot repeatedly as soft grunts rumble through his chest. Nails dig into the soft flesh of your waist as he pins down your hips with his weight as he fucks into, grinding his pelvis into your clit and the course hairs of his trimmed pubes adding to the stimulation. “That’s it. Tighten up for me. Fuck so warm and wet for me, pretty.”
Airy squeals and whimpers leave your lips as you suck on his fingers, one of your hands releasing its grip on the edge of the console to push at his lower abdomen, trying to push him away as that pressure was building back up quickly. Too quickly. Your tongue wriggles in your mouth as you shake your head, wanting to dislodge his fingers. Hongjoong understands and removes them, a thin string of spit snapping to fall coolly against your chin. “T-too...too much, Joongie.” You whimper out.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as a laugh leaves his lips. Hongjoong’s hand grabs your wrist, moving away from his lower abdomen and pinning it above your head. He cocks his head to the side as his hips never stop their motion ー moving even faster as his free hand trails down to your clit, thumbing the swollen bud in quick circles. ”Too much?” He says in a mocking tone. “Oh, no baby. I’m not through with you just yet. Go on cum on my cock. Moan my name. I wanna hear you.” He coos down at you, feeling your walls tightening up around his pistoning length. “There we go. Come on. You can do it for me. Let go and make a mess, princess.”
Your back arches away from the control panel, head thrown back as a shrill keen of Hongjoong’s name leaves your lips. As your stomach heaves as you near the precipice of your climax, heat bubbling in your lower belly. That white hot coiling tension snaps once more and your slick juices gush out with every frantic rolling of Hongjoong’s hips into yours. “Fuck!” You keen out, head shaking from side to side as your thighs tremble. Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, but Hongjoong has other plans as he pulls out with a wet sound and flips you onto your belly, hand pressing into your spine making you arch for him. “J-Joongie...m’sorry. I canーYour words are cut off in a choked moan when he bullies his cock back into your tender walls, the crown of him pressing snuggly against your cervix as his balls slap against your clit.
Hongjoong groans as your walls massage his cock, squeezing his shaft so tightly. “Fuck, baby, yes you can. Give me another one. Go on, milk my balls for me. Let me feel her gushing on me as I fill her up.” He leans over your back and lifts his shirt to capture the end in between his teeth. His eyes travel down to watch the way the flesh of your ass ripples every time his hips strikes into yours, fixated on how your fluttering hole sucks his cock back in with each withdrawal. “Shit, baby, your greedy little cunt was starving for my cock wasn’t she? Poor thing, I’ll give her what she wants as soon as she gives me what I crave.” His voice was muffled as he spoke through his teeth, hands moving to grip your waist to pull back to meet every pump.
Your body jolts, head thrown back as drool seeps out the corner of your lips. “Hongjoong, fuck, baby! I’m sorry!” You plead with him, breasts swaying as your hands scramble over the buttons, accidentally pressing them as you try in vain to pull your hips away to stop the incoming climax that was building once more. “Hong...” Your cry of his name ends off with a loud scream, airy and breathless as you feel him pounding into your slick cunt, lewd squelching ringing out and the thick scent of sex permeated the air. “Joogie! Oh god, baby...”
One of his hands lets go of your hip to tangle in your hair, pulling on it until your back arches more and the steady clapping of flesh meets flesh. “That’s it, take it all in for me. She’s doing so well. Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl.” He lets his shirt fall from his teeth, fluttering against your lower back. “Come on, baby. Gotta give me one more. Then I’ll fuck my cum so deep inside you.” The hand on your hip slides downward to circle your pulsing clit, rubbing fast and with intent. He lets out another groan as your walls clench down even tighter, milking his shaft so perfectly and trying to suck him in deeper and hold him there. “What a needy little pussy....”
A wanton moan escapes as your ass claps back against him, a shiver crawling down your spine as your nails dig into the panel. “J-Joongie!!” His name falls from your lips as your pussy explodes around him, drenching up his pelvis with your warm release, gushing out and forming creamy rings of arousal at the base of his length. Your body slumps down against the recording panel, chest heaving as you mewl weakly as Hongjoong laughs softly. You feel him grabbing your hips in both of his hands, angling you as he thrusts rapidly into your weeping cunt.
Hongjoong feels his peak nearing as your walls spasm and contract around his cock. He pumps faster into you and he doesn't even get three more thrusts in before he's spilling his thick seed into your aching pussy, painting your cervix white as his eyes roll back. “Fuck, that’s it princess...You did so good for me.” He slowly gentled his pace until his hips were still. His hands massage your hips as he leans over your back and presses soft kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. “You okay?” He whispers softly, hands gliding up to rub at the tight muscles of your shoulders until they relax under his touch.
“Sorry for being a bit rough there.” Hongjoong murmurs as he eases out of your still fluttering pussy with a wet gush of your combine releases dripping out. He grabs a packet of wet wipes and gently cleans you up before pulling you into his arms and kissing your sweaty forehead. “Now, how about we go home and I run you a nice hot bath, yeah?”
You snuggle into his neck as he helps you pull your shorts back on. “Yeah, that sounds good, Joong...”
A few weeks later, the teaser for ATEEZ’s newest comeback song came out. You were curled up in Hongjoong’s lap, waiting for the teaser to drop. Your eyes widened when the video came up and the first thing you could hear was the very distinct sounds of your own moans being played back. They were distorted, but you knew that they were yours judging by the smirk on your boyfriend’s face. “Kim Hongjoong!” You scream out as you beat him with a couch pillow.
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed it please, leave a reblog or a comment telling me what you liked!! It would be greatly appreciated!
just fyi, fanfic culture is dying because people from tik tok (and most likely people who shouldn’t be on tumblr reading smut anyway) leave hate comments, harrass the writers, people call anyone writing fanfic that’s slightly dark rape apologists and pedophiles, people that enjoy the fics don’t comment, there’s no actual engagement…why would anyone want to write anything?
people write fanfic because it’s fun and they want to share it. tumblr community used to be a place where people would come in your inbox and talk about fic, your favorite characters. now you publish something with rough sex and people start calling you the most horrific names in existence.
at the same time, there are parts of tumblr that are getting so dark it scares me to even be on this website.
i just wanna have a pink page and talk about calling my fave fictional men daddy 😭 i’m in my twenties. i have a busy busy life. this is supposed to be a fun escape. content for adults by adults featuring adults.
Part one: Kim Hongjoong
"You move like that again and I am locking this door and fucking you until you can't pretend it was an accident.
Part two: Park Seonghwa
"You grind on me like that again and I'm taking you upstairs and fucking you until you can't walk back down.
Part three: Jeong Yunho
"You move on me like that again and I'm taking you out of here and fucking you until you can't sit on my lap without remembering exactly how I had you.
Part four: Kang Yeosang
"You do that again and I'm dragging you out of here and fucking you until you forget we were ever watching a movie.
Idea credits
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I'll do the maknae line once I'm finished with the Hyung line!
Part one: Kim Hongjoong
"You move like that again and I am locking this door and fucking you until you can't pretend it was an accident.
Part two: Park Seonghwa
"You grind on me like that again and I'm taking you upstairs and fucking you until you can't walk back down.
Part three: Jeong Yunho
"You move on me like that again and I'm taking you out of here and fucking you until you can't sit on my lap without remembering exactly how I had you.
Part four: Kang Yeosang
"You do that again and I'm dragging you out of here and fucking you until you forget we were ever watching a movie.
Idea credits
Please, let me know if you'd like to be tagged! Comments and reblogs are also greatly appreciated!
I'll do the maknae line once I'm finished with the Hyung line!
You’re awakened by Seonghwa pressing soft, warm kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder.
“Morning,” you whisper, voice still heavy with sleep.
“Morning,” he repeats softly, rolling you over so you’re face to face. “I’m starving.”
You smile and rub your nose against his. “How about we go out for breakfast today?” you suggest.
Suddenly, he’s on top of you, nuzzling against your neck, hands trailing down your body. “Mmmm, no,” he says against your skin as his lips start to follow his hands down your chest. “We can have breakfast right here.” He chuckles softy. Before you can respond, he’s already moving, easing his way down the bed, settling between your legs like that’s exactly where he belongs. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you open, tilting your hips up toward his mouth.
“S-Seonghwa…” you breathe, but he shakes his head.
“No talking yet,” he murmurs, voice warm with a different kind of hunger. “And don’t disturb me. You know how cranky I get if I don’t eat.”
He kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other, slow and deliberate, making you arch and he hasn't even touched you where you need him most. His breath is a ghost over you, hot and teasing, and he pauses to look at you. Just the sight of you, open and eager in front of him is enough to drive him insane.
Then he finally leans in and drags his tongue up your slit, one slow, ravenous lick that makes your whole body jolt.
“God,” he growls, gripping your thighs harder, pulling you in closer against his mouth. “You taste perfect.”
He doesn’t ease in gently. He devours.
His tongue moves with well-practised strokes. He knows exactly how to make you bend to his will - licking, sucking, circling your clit with a greedy precision that leaves you gasping, fingers curling in his hair as he moans into you. Every sound he makes vibrates straight through you.
Your hips grind against his mouth involuntarily, and he hums, low and approving, pulling you even closer, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder so he could bury his face in you.
You feel him smile against you as your legs start to tremble.
“That’s it,” he murmurs before sealing his lips around your clit again, sucking harder, tongue flicking so fast your vision goes white. “Give me everything… I want all of it.”
His fingers slide into you at the same time his tongue presses harder, two perfect, deep strokes that make you cry out.
Your thighs shake around his head but he doesn’t stop. If anything, it makes him more desperate. More determined to drag every ounce of pleasure out of you.
He groans again as you tense, sounding needy and feral. He loves the way you’re falling apart for him, and he keeps his mouth locked on your clit, tongue flicking and teasing, fingers curling just right, pushing you over the edge so sharply your back leaves the mattress.
Your orgasm is blinding, overwhelming. Your hands grip Seonghwa’s hair as you writhe and moan, and he holds you through all of it, licking you through every wave like he can’t get enough.
Even when your body relaxes, when you slowly come down off your high, he doesn’t pull away. He kisses the inside of your thigh again, slow and tender now, lifting his head with wet lips and dark eyes.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he whispers, voice thick with satisfaction as he crawls back up your body. “Now… how about I make you some breakfast?”
pairing: bestfriend!mingi x reader
genre: smut, friends-to-lovers, tension, porn-with-plot
rating: 18+ , MINORS DNI
wc: 3k
summary:
your best friend's sounds spark something in you you can’t hold back. when he hears you, everything changes — and the boy who’s always been sweet to you for years shows just how long he’s been waiting.
warnings:
voice kink, masturbation (f!solo), reader touching herself while on call, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, light face-fucking, hair pulling, dominance tone, dirty talk, wall sex, penetration, creampie implication, mutual confessions during sex, mutual pining. prob more but i forget.
notes: special fic requested by @lostwildestchild <3 thank u for the idea i rlly hope u enjoy!!
do not copy, translate, repost, or claim my writing as your own
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SMUT BELOW THE CUT
you and mingi were best friends.. at least that's what you thought you guys were.
you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that the both of you had some sort of connection. something. surely you guys would tell everyone you two were just best friends, but it felt as if deep down the both of you knew you had something for each other.
you guys never talked about it before though. in fact, it was never brought up. you had been mingi's friend for so long, the constant flirting and teasing with each other almost felt normal.
which brings you here to your current state. it was late at night, and you were on the phone with him. talking and calling him had become a part of your routine at this point, it was nothing new. you loved it.
most importantly, you loved his voice.
it was deep, soothing to the ears. you couldn't get enough of it. you could spend hours listening to him talk to you without blurting out a single word yourself.
you were laying in bed while face timing him, looking at his pretty face while he yapped to you about some new game he had bought.
"it's super fun. you have to come over and play it with me some time. it's multiplayer. i'm sure you'd love it" he said to you with an excited expression. mingi had always loved playing video games. he bought any of the ones he could get his hands on.
"of course, i'm pretty sure i'm free this weekend. i could definitely come over" you responded.
"ACTUALLY actually i have an idea. i could show you some gameplay of it right now" he quickly jumped out of his bed, over to where his console and gaming set up was, making you follow him by taking his phone with him.
"you're such a nerd" you tease him, giggling. he had his black glasses on, which made the whole thing much more amusing.
"hey.. you'll understand once you play it" he huffed, turning on his set up.
he brought his phone next to a stand that was next to where he was, setting it up so that you could get a good view of him and his screen.
the game started, but you weren't watching the pixels. your eyes were glued to his hands. his long, slender fingers flew across the controller, pressing onto the buttons intensively. you could hear the thudthudthudthud sounds coming from your phone. it was mesmerizing.
then.. came his sounds.
it wasn't on purpose. at first, they were just small, sharp exhales of effort. but as the game intensified, so did he.
a low, frustrated grunt came out of his chest when a move didn't land in the game. multiple "ha!" sounds left from him whenever he took down an opponent.
each noise was a vibration, a hum that seemed to bypass your ears and go straight to your core. his voice, usually a smooth, deep, comforting melody was now rough, edged with a growl that made your thighs clench together.
"see? look at the graphics on this thing. they're insane" he was saying, his voice excited.
"mhmmm" you hummed. you weren't looking at the details. your eyes locked with the sight of the way his thumb circled the analog stick, his hand gripping the controller.
"you listening?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"yeah, yeah, the graphics are… great," you breathed, your thighs pressing together
"shit.." you thought to yourself. you told yourself to stop. this was mingi. your best friend. you were supposed to be listening to him talk about the game, not imagining what that voice, those hands of his could possibly do to you.
but the ache was already building up inside of you. a slow, insistent throb between your legs that were demanding attention.
you bit your lip, your breath hitching as he let out a particularly rough groan after a near-miss.
"fuck, that was close" he muttered, more to himself than to you, his brow furrowed in concentration.
that was it. that was your breaking point.
your hand, as if it had a mind of its own, slid down the front of your pj's.
"i'll... just relieve some pressure" you told yourself. "a quick, innocent touch"
but the moment your fingers brushed against your clothed clit, a jolt of pleasure shot through you so intense you nearly gasped out loud.
you were already so wet, so sensitive. you circled the bundle of nerves through the fabric, your eyes glued to the screen, watching his hands.
every click, every grunt, every low rumble from his chest fueled you. you were being so careful, or so you thought. you kept your breathing steady, your responses to his comments short.
"did you see that? that's a special move right there. i'll teach you when you come over!" he said, a smug note in his voice.
"wow, you're so good at the game already.." you managed, your voice a little shaky as you slipped your fingers past the barrier of your underwear. the direct contact made you gasp silently. you were slick, aching for more.
you pressed two fingers against your entrance, teasing yourself, hips rolling in tiny, desperate circles to match with the rhythm of his hands on the controller.
he was in the final stretch of the level, the music swelling dramatically. the sounds coming from him were nonstop now. a string of curses, low grunts, and harsh breaths.
"come on, come on! fuck. you son of a bitch" he snarled, and the raw aggression in his voice sent a wave of arousal straight into you. you couldn't stop the noise that escaped your lips.
it wasn't a gasp. it wasn't a moan. it was a high, breathy whimper. loud.
suddenly, all sound from his end stopped. the frantic clicking of his controller paused. on the screen, his little character stood motionless and was promptly killed. but he didn't care.
his head quickly turned to his phone that was placed next to him. his eyes wide, glasses slightly crooked. the intense focus of his was gone, replaced by a sharp, knowing look
"what was that?" he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
"nothing!" you squeaked, snatching your hand away "i just... stubbed.. my toe"
he didn't buy it for a second.
"you've been laying down this entire time" his eyes narrowed.
you were speechless "well, i—"
he watched you squirm, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.
"you've been weirdly quiet over there. and now.. that?" he paused, letting the accusation hang in the air.
"were you touching yourself?"
your silence was all the answer he needed.
he let out a soft, dark chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
"well now," his voice dropped low "isn't that interesting"
he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes never leaving yours through the screen. he could feel his pants tightening.
"tell me something," he continued, his voice somehow casual as if he didn't just caught you fucking yourself to his voice.
"if i were to get in my car right now.. and drive over there. would you let me in?"
your breath paused completely. "mingi.."
"just answer the question," he commanded softly. "would you open the door for me?"
you couldn't speak.
the call ended. you were left staring at your own blank screen, fuck. what did i just do!? your heart hammered against your ribs. he knew. oh god. he knew.
panic warred with dizzying anticipation. you tripped out of bed, trying to smooth your hair and your clothes. you were a mess, and you knew he was about to see you.
five minutes. ten minutes. it felt like an eternity. then, you heard it. the sound of a car door closing outside of your building. a moment later, the faint jingle of keys in the hallway. you had completely forgotten mingi had a spare pair of keys to your apartment that you trusted him with. your entire body went rigid.
the lock on your door turned, then he stepped inside, closing it slowly behind him. he didn't say a word. he stood there for a moment, his eyes finding yours in the dim light of your apartment.
he kicked off his shoes, shrugging off his jacket. then he was moving, crossing the room in three long strides until he was right in front of you.
"mingi, i— i'm— sorry. it's just that. shit. it's—" you started, but he cut you off.
"shut up"
well somethings never get old.
his voice. fuck, his voice though. it didn't even hurt your feelings like any other persons first reaction would've been. it turned you on. what the hell was in the air? were you ovulating?
his eyes, low and intimidating, held yours captive. the air crackled between you, thick with everything left unsaid until tonight. he took a slow step closer, his gaze locked on yours, and the world seemed to shrink to just the space between your bodies.
you felt your knees become weak as he leaned in, his face so close to yours you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. he didn't touch you, not yet. he just tilted his head, his lips hovering near the column of your throat. he closed his eyes and inhaled, a deep, deliberate breath, as if he were trying to memorize the very scent of your desire for him.
"so that's what that was. all that time on the phone. you weren't just listening to me were you.
he finally opened his eyes.
"you were getting off on it. i could hear it in your voice. i just didn't know.. i could smell it too."
his voice purred against your skin. you were frozen.
"w— what?" you finally choked out.
"mhm" he pulled back just enough to look straight at you.
"all worked up and needy. is that what you are? needy for me?"
the pet name. baby. and it was coming out of HIS mouth. it was like a switch being flipped. you swore you could feel yourself getting even wetter, you had to physically bite your tongue to stop a whimper from escaping your mouth.
his eyes, sharp and observant, caught the tiny movement.
"oh, you like that too don't you?" he chuckled "you like it when i talk to you like this? all sweet in your ear?"
you could only manage a frantic nod, your hands clutching at the hem of your shirt to stop them from reaching out for him.
"use words, sweetheart. i wanna hear you."
he knew damn well what he was doing.
"yes" you said in a breathy tone, the word sounding desperate and pathetic even to your own ears. "yes i do. i love it mingi"
"i know you do" he smirked, taking another step forward until his chest was against yours.
"you like it so much you were fucking yourself to it on the phone. rubbing that pretty little clit of yours while i was talking about some stupid game."
your face burned with shame, but it was overshadowed by a pulsing need. his words were filthy, but the way he said them, in that hyptonic tone, just made you want him more.
"since you love my voice so much" he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking the bottom lip.
"why don't you put that mouth to better use? get on your knees for me, baby"
your knees buckled instantly, and you sank to the floor infront of him, the plush rug of your living room a soft cushion for your knees. you looked up at him, your wide eyes meeting his.
he looked down at you, his expression of pure lust. he ran his thumb over your lip again.
"so, so pretty" he then hooked it inside of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
"yeah that's it baby" he groaned "you're gonna be so good for me, aren't you?"
he let go of your face to undo his jeans, the sound of his zipper echoing in the silent room. he pulled himself out, your mouth wide in shock at the sight of it. he had been hard already, he was so hard, thick, and heavy. the tip flushed and leaking.
"go on," he urged "show me how much you missed your best friend" he teased you, your eyes widened at the statement. you were about to give your best friend head.
you leaned forward, taking him into your mouth with a desperate moan around his length. the weight of him on your tongue, the taste of his pre-cum. you hallowed your cheeks, taking him as deep as you could, your hands coming up to grip his thighs for support.
"fuck... look at you baby" his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements.
"so eager. taking me so well. you really are a slut aren't you? my very own slut"
you felt your wet cunt throb at his words. you could feel yourself dripping, the ache between your legs becoming almost painful. you needed more.
without breaking rhythm, you slipped one of your hands down the front of your pants, your fingers finding your slick, swollen clit. you circled it, matching the pace of your mouth on his cock.
a sharp, loud moan ripped from mingi's throat.
"oh, you're serious? you're really touching yourself right now while sucking my dick?" he looked up, his neck and adam's apple so visible. "shit.. that's so fucking hot"
his praise made you bolder. you moaned around him, the vibration against his dick making his hips stutter. he started to move then, fucking into your mouth with slow, deep thrusts. each time he hit the back of your throat, he'd let out a low moan that went straight to your cunt.
"god, your mouth feels so fucking good" he panted, his grip on your hair tightening.
"you like that? you like hearing me moan don't you? like knowing you're the only one making me sound like this?"
you moaned again, a desperate sound, your fingers working faster against your clit. you were so close, the feeling building up inside of you, tightening more and more with every one of his groans, every filthy word that fell from his lips.
"yeah, that's it. rub that little pussy for me. come on baby, cum for me. i wanna feel you moan around my cock when you do"
not even a second later, your orgasm crashed into you. a blinding wave of pleasure that made your whole body tremble. you cried out, the sound muffled by his length, your pussy throbbing around your own fingers.
"fuck... fuck yes" his hips bucked wildly as your moan sent him over the edge. with one final thrust, hitting the back of your throat, he spilled down your throat. you swallowed all of it, milking him for every last drop until he was shuddering and pulling away.
he looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and wild. before you could even catch your breath, he brought you up from the floor, his mouth crashing down on yours in a possessive kiss.
he spun you around, pressing you against the cool surface living room wall. he kicked your legs apart with his knee, his hands roughly yanking your pants and underwear down to your ankles.
"i'm not done with you yet baby" he panted against your ears, his voice filled with desire. "i've needed you for the longest time. you don't know how many times i've gotten hard just from listening to you. from looking at you"
"you're gonna get all of me"
he lined himself up at your dripping cunt, and with one, hard, deep thrust, he was buried inside you. you both cried out at the sudden pleasure.
"shit baby.. you're so wet" he grunted, setting a pace, his hips snapping against yours.
"all this for me? for me baby?"
"yes— fuck mingi! yes" you sobbed, your hands flat against the wall as he fucked into you relentlessly. "only for you mingi"
"who's making you feel this good, hmm? who's got you crying from how good it feels" his hand slid down your body, finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
"you! you are— oh god, you are!"
"who's the only one who can make you this wet baby?"
"you mingi! only you— i love you, i love you—"
the last confession slipped out, a raw, desperate plea in the heat of the moment. his hips started fucking you harder than before, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin.
"say it again" he commanded, his voice a strained, desperate rasp.
"i love you mingi" you moaned out, your second orgasm building up stronger than the first.
"fuck mingi— i love you—"
he came with a loud, raw shout of your name, his hips stuttering into you as he filled you up with his cum. your own orgasm followed immediately, a powerful consuming release that left you in oblivion.
he collapsed against you, his weight pinning you to the wall, both of you breathing heavily. your pussy left throbbing in the aftermath. for a long moment, the only sound was your breaths in the quiet room.
then, he slowly pulled out, turning you around to face him. he gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. his eyes were soft now, the dominance in his eyes before replaced by something warm and tender.
"hi," he whispered, a small, shy smile playing on his lips.
this man just fucked the brains out of you, and the first thing he says is hi in the most innocent voice ever.
"hi," you whispered back, your voice hoarse.
"you okay?" his voice back to its normal, deep, comforting tone. it still made your heart flutter, but now it was mixed with something else. something softer.
you nodded, leaning into his touch. "yeah. i'm.. more than okay."
"good" a small, genuine smile graced his lips. he leaned in to press a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead.
♪‧₊˚ wish you were here right now, all of the things i’d do ⊹˚
synopsis: Mingi is away on tour all winter. You call daily, but this time he's got a plan and nothing will stop him.
warnings. nsfw 18+ phone sex, lowk voice kink (yk me), established relationship, long distance, daddy kink (once again yk me), pwp / porn w minimal plot, dom!mingi, f & m masturbation, nicknames (baby, doll, princess, babe..)
wc. 1.6k
an. guess who has been listening to too much Doja cat? yes me! so here is a fic based on cyber sex cus I can xx not proofread! taglist: @t0zsu @joongnoodle
The sheets are brushing your skin lightly as you settle down into your comfort zone: your bed. You and your boyfriend's bed to be fair. He's not home though.
It's night for you, past midnight. The snow is falling outside like feathers painting the otherwise bland landscape. Your computer burning your thighs through the blanket, you shift in your seat impatiently. Waiting for that familiar call sound to ring your ears.
Your boyfriend, Mingi, is away on tour often, so you have gotten used to that noice very well by now. Not ever has he been away all of December before though. You've been missing him more than ever, these calls being your only saving grace.
As you lean over to grab your drink, the high pitched ringtone rings in the otherwise quiet room. Pressing down the button swiftly, you adjust in your seat in anticipation. Mingis familiar face pops up on your screen, and you finally feel a bit lighter again.
"There's my favourite girl! Hi baby" Mingis voice enthusiastic.
"Hey Ming, missed you" you softly smile at him through the screen. Mingi nods in agreement, taking a sip of his drink.
"Miss you too angel. Whatchu been up to today? Tell me everything"
You give Mingi a rundown on your busy day at work, afternoon coffee with your friends, evening relaxing in the shower. Mingi is attentive, noting on everything you say. You're truly trying to make this long distance work for now, no matter how difficult times get.
As Mingi explains about the show of the night, explaining on about the crowds energy and the funny gags with the boys behind the scenes, your mind starts to travel.
Mingis in his hotel room in his aftershow gear, which varies per day on your calls. Today's outfit consists of a white sleeveless shirt as well as a pair of some grey sweatpants. Your eyes scan his body as Mingi continues on about his day.
It seems he's picking up on it though. As you shake yourself back to reality, Mingi is paused, like he just asked something.
"I'm sorry what did you say, I couldn't hear because of the connection" Mingis eyebrow rises, him sitting back like he's calculating his next move.
"I was just asking about what you thought of the show, but I've got a better question for you, or well, more like a suggestion" Now it's your turn to be confused, eyebrows raised in question.
"What'd you have in mind babe?" Mingi chuckles to himself, amused. He's up to some major mischief you can tell. He goes to adjust his camera, panning back so you can see him properly.
You swallow heavily, trying to keep your focus on what Mingi is saying to you, but to not much success. Him sitting back down on his chair, spreading just that enough for his tummy to flash quickly, showing off his happy trail. Mingis hands carries over his thighs as he settles down, noting your eyes wandering. He can always tell.
"Since your mind certainly seems to be elsewhere, I figured we could try something.. new" Mingis tone has some definite implications, making heat flush to your cheeks.
“Yeah? What’d you got in mind Ming?” Mingi smirks, his hands gliding on his thighs, now closer to his upper stomach.
”Answer me this first, what is it you miss most about me?”
”Everything.” Mingi rolls his eyes grinning at your bland answer.
”Well I’ll be more specific then. Something I miss a lot at night especially is being in bed with you, deep in that perfect pussy of yours” Mingis words have your cheeks burning up, the heat reaching between your thighs too.
Shifting again in his seat, you finally take notice to how Mingi keeps adjusting the front seam of his sweats. As his hand places down on his lap, your interest is peaking. Eyes glancing up and down from his hand to his eyes, you finally speak up.
”What is it you’re doing with your hand there Ming” Mingi looks down like he’s surprised you noticed, sarcastically obviously.
”Oh this?” Placing his hand to the side, exposing the shape of his hard cock pressing against the soft fabric.
Brushing your hair back, you let out a deep breath, taking a sip of water. Mingi chuckles on the other side of the line, hand brushing up and down his lower stomach.
"You good baby?" You nod slowly taking in the situation at hand. Mingi takes it as a sign to move forward, slowly but surely.
His hand brushes down from his belly button, skimming along his light hairs down to his covered hard on. Looking back up at you he smiles, before focusing back down.
Mingis moves are careful, planned, teasing. His fingers grace along the hem of his sweats, dipping in every so often. You're biting your lip at this point, fingers deep into the bedspread. The wetness between your thighs becoming more and more hard to ignore.
As Mingi finally tugs his sweats down, you can't help but let a little whimper pass your lips, biting it down immediately. Mingi looks back up into your eyes with intense focus, eyebrow nudging upwards.
"Ah, I knew it. This what you wanted doll?" You nod at his moving image, hand slowly trailing down your tummy.
Mingi now lays bottomless before your screen, those thick thighs all for you to see, glistening in the low lights of his hotel room. Shirt riding up his hip, you can now also see Mingis prominent v-line, making you move your hand just that bit faster.
His cock lays hard and heavy in his big hand, looking even bigger than usual. His hand moves up from the base slowly, like he's savouring every moment. Lips slightly parted, he lets some spit trickle down to his closed fist, lubricating himself nicely.
Mingi flicks his fierce eyes back to you, studying your every reaction, every movement, as his hand moves slowly up and down his length.
"Been thinking about this a lot lately.. driving me crazy seeing you every night in those flimsy pyjamas, all alone in that big bed" Mingis voice cracks into a higher toned whimper as his fist makes contact to his flushed tip;
"Want you to do it with me princess, can you do that for me?" Nodding furiously, your hand now slipped past your sleep shorts.
"Scoot back a little baby so I can see you properly yeah?"
Every second feels like an hour. You move back to lay against your bed frame, skimpy shorts now barely on. Mingi almost growls as you go to slip a hand between your legs again.
"Pants off. Now." Mingis word more a command. You apply swiftly, your shorts now off you, off the bed. Feeling bare and exposed, you shyly close your legs a bit, but Mingi is having non of it.
"Don't hide from me baby, spread those legs like a good girl and show daddy how you do it" Mingi always knows what buttons to push.
Spreading your legs for Mingi, he goes wild. His breath gets stuck in his throat as his fist tightens around his cock. Watching you prod your clit with your fingers makes him pick up his pace and quick.
Eyes glued on Mingi, you now let your other hand trail down as well, propping two fingers against your desperate hole. You scrunch your eyebrows up to ask for permission, as Mingi nods immediately.
"Yeah fuck that pussy for me doll, show daddy how much you miss him"
Fingers now slipped past your opening, your mouth hangs open, moans pouring out as you move slowly but surely. It's definitely not as deep as Mingi gets in you, but it will do for now.
"Oh baby- yeahh such a good girl mh- take it just like that"
Mingi looks wrecked. Biceps tightened as his fist moves with precision, tight around his tip, squeezing his base like you usually do. Flicking his neck back exposes his neck muscles, causing you to whimper out to him desperately. Mingi looks back down, eyes tight, gaze seeping lust and love.
"Yeah you like that don't you? Like it when I fuck myself to you doll?"
You nod, fingers curling up inside your pussy tightly. Mingi is not satisfied with that answer though.
"C'mon baby answer me, tell me." Your eyes flick open, locking eyes with Mingi as you clench down on your fingers.
"Ah yes- I love it daddy I do I.. I love it and I love you" The last words turning into desperate moans, airy almost yell like noises. Mingi bites down on his lip, one hand holding his body down to the chair, the other circling his pre-cum around his cock.
"You gonna cum like this princess? Thinking about daddy fucking you like the good girl you are?"
The pressure is building at a rapid rate, Mingis words and the sensation in you too much to handle. As you circle your clit one more time, you feel something snap deep in you, making you choke on your breath for a second. Mingi picks up on it, eyes like lazers on you.
"Just like that baby, cum on those fingers for daddy, let it all go" Mingis words get cut into parts too, his own orgasm coming down within a few seconds.
You try your best to keep your eyes open as your finish roars through you, making your legs shake like a mad man, eyes hazing at Mingi. His name slips out of your mouth like a mantra, repeatedly for a whole minute or so before you plop down in exhaustion and euphoria.
Mingis hand pumps himself a few more times before slowing down, just letting himself catch a breath. Looking back at you he smiles softly. It's like you've both got the same thing on the tip of your tongue as you say in unison:
