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“There you are, Your Majesty. Your entertainment for the evening.”
"A mermaid dancer, how quaint," You say with dripping sarcasm.
For if you revealed how your heart dropped, seeing the creature from your childhood caged for your amusement, you would tear this entire court apart for the simple act of touching him.
.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. In which Yang Jeongin, a mermaid for whom you used to be friends with when you were a simple princess, appears as your evenings entertainment. You must hide how it pains you so but you will make everyone who had a hand in his pain pay for this travesty.
🩶Summary: when a master Jedi is sent to convince a senator to not put forward a bill that will be detrimental to the Jedi's plans for the future, no one ever specified how the senator needed to be convinced.
🩶Pairing: Jedi Master! Park Seonghwa x Senator! Reader (f)
🩶Genre: smut
🩶Au: sci fi, star wars, politician
🩶Trope: strangers to lovers
🩶Warnings: mind manipulation (he's using his jedi mind tricks for good), reader is tattooed/vh piercing, oral (f), squirting, shower sex, protected sex, multiple rounds
🩶Rated: 18+, MDNI
🩶Word Count: 2,881
🩶divider by @thecutestgrotto
“Senator, your dinner has arrived.”
You looked up from the holodisk you had been reading and blinked profusely. A handsome man sat across from you in the VIP lounge you had been sitting in. You looked around but it didn’t appear as if anyone was stopping him.
Not one to be surprised by being taken off guard, and as a Senator of the Republic, you played along. “I’m afraid I’ll have to send you back to the kitchens. You are most definitely not what I ordered.”
The man shrugged, the deep v-neck of his clothes straining for a moment before falling loosely against his chest. “On the house. No need.”
You leaned forward, putting your elbow to your knee. “Tell me who sent you. Mingi? He’s always looking for someone else to take the fall when his rumors are floating around.”
“You’d look a gifted Nekko in the mouth?” The man seemed to settle into the seat across from you as if he wasn’t moving anytime soon.
“I’m not going to be caught up in anything nefarious so close to one of my bills passing, so, if you please.” You motioned with your hand for the man to move on.
“Park Seonghwa, if you would please.” The man made a hand gesture as he said, “And I think you’d much rather have some company while you eat.”
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to eat with someone,” You acquiesced suddenly.
The man smiled to himself and then began to dig into the other meal before him. “Tell me about this bill you’re looking to pass.”
You frowned while you chewed. “My planet has been plagued by a pirate clan that seems to think we’re ripe for the picking. If we could pass a bill monitoring every ship in and out of our space ports by a third party company, my planet would be able to flourish.”
Seonghwa licked his lips and nodded like it made complete sense. “Sounds like it would solve all your problems.”
You put your fork and knife down. “You are the most condescending whore I have come across, why did I agree to allow you to sit at my table again?”
“Stubborn one, aren’t you,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath. “Guess we’ll have to go the old fashion way.”
Seonghwa rose gracefully from his seat and sat on the bench exactly next to you. He studied your face as he used a few of his fingers to touch your hair. “Darling, I’m not here to convince you to bed me but if you’re feeling so inclined, who am I to say no to a senator of the Republic?”
You blink owlishly. Seonghwa can tell you are fighting his Jedi mind tricks. Perhaps that’s why you were such a good senator. So many were force sensitive without having enough potential or the proper disposition to be a Jedi.
You shook your head. “I am not inclined to bed a man who was clearly sent to my table with a purpose. You can finish the delicious food and then you can leave.”
Seonghwa’s lips pushed into the side of his cheek in thought. He shook his head to clear his vision of the fringe of his artfully styled hair. “Senator, I knew you weren’t going to be an easy mission but you truly are something else.”
You narrowed your eyes down at him but he simply put on a placating smile on his face and made that odd gesture from earlier. You felt the tension in your spine lesson and continued eating.
Seonghwa dabbed his lips with a linenfiber napkin. His eyes lazily travelled around the dining room that you had your back to. “Shall we retire to your rooms, Senator? You never know exactly who might be watching us.”
You raised an arched eyebrow at the man across from you. “Those same eyes would watch us retire to my rooms. Tongues will be waggling.”
“Would you rather they listen in on a conversation that I know you’d much rather not reach the ears of your enemies?” Seonghwa countered.
“You believe you understand who my enemies are and what I would not want them to overhear?” Seonghwa watched as the gears turned in your head. “Who are you, exactly?”
Seonghwa sat backwards with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “I simply work for the good of the Republic.”
“Now who’s acting like a politician,” You did the most to keep your features schooled.
The mysterious man stood up smoothly. “If you would be so kind as to lend me your ear, Senator, I would be beholden to you.”
You stood up but swished the skirts of your dress in a gesture as if you were looking to get rid of your dinner guest. “I think I’ll pay my compliments to the chef and be on my way this evening.”
“You would like to retire to your rooms with your arm around my waist,” Seonghwa murmured, gesturing with two fingers.
Your arm wound around his waist, a flirty smile pulling at your lips. “Shall we retire to my rooms for a more intimate conversation?”
Seonghwa acquiesced with a small nod. “Of course, Senator.”
Whispers and hushed conversation clung to you as you left the dining room and moved towards the Senator’s apartments that were on the higher levels of this particular complex. You felt like your body and mind was moving through thigh-high quicksand. Your mind didn’t usually struggle like this.
“I…” You shook your head like you were trying to clear cobwebs from them. “I’m not feeling particularly well,” You murmured.
Seonghwa pushed your head into the crook of his shoulder. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry, Senator.”
You peered up at the beautiful man. “Why?”
He sent you a serene smile. “Let’s say, it’s a part of the job.”
Between one second and the next, you were entering your apartment, the guards at the door barely protesting when you brought a stranger inside. Seonghwa seemed to know exactly where to go and deposited you on the bed.
You bounced with almost near-catatonic state. You moaned loudly when the man knelt at your feet and began to remove your heels. He laughed softly under his breath, nimble fingers plying your sore arches.
“I think you should take some time off, Senator,” He advised quietly.
“But I have so much to accomplish. I left my planet for a reason,” You protested.
Seonghwa released your feet and looked up at you with large, brown eyes. “You work so hard. Shouldn't you have some playtime too?”
“I will. After I…pass the…the what?” You groaned and dug the heel of your hand into your right eye. Your head pained you so.
Seonghwa clucked his tongue quietly. “See? You need a break.”
He stood up, if only to take the place beside you on the bed. “I think you should get wrapped up in someone. A quiet affair that only a few people are aware of. But it’s the most important people that get wind of it. You forget your mission and your bill fails to pass because of your distraction. You’ll be a disappointment, certainly, but it won’t ruin your career.”
“No,” You protested. “That can’t be. I’m certain the bill will pass tomorrow. There’s no need--”
You squeal as Seonghwa leaned forward and placed a kiss on your lips. It’s sensual and a little moist and it melts you to your core.
“Oh, there’s a need, Senator. It may be my mission to get you to fail to pass your bill but the truth is there. You need some of the stress fucked out of you.”
“Fucked out of me?” You repeated.
“Mmm,” Seonghwa hummed. “But the real question is, what position?”
Your mind reels in confusion and lust. Did you have too much to drink? Did you even drink? What was in the food you had ordered? Perhaps it had been a little too exotic. Being in your room with a stranger on the eve that something very important was about to happen didn’t feel right.
All those worries were lost when Seonghwa’s hard body pinned you to the bed. “Don’t bother getting lost in your mind, Senator. You won’t be able to find your way out, I’m afraid.”
You raised your hand and your fingers skimmed Seonghwa’s sharp jaw. “You’re too gorgeous to be simply a hired whore,” You breathed out.
Seonghwa laughed. “Are you proposing to me, Senator? I would make a very pretty trophy husband, I must admit. You wouldn’t have to worry about me saying the wrong thing either.”
“That sounds wonderful,” You sighed happily.
“Let’s get you out of this dress, first, before you decide to marry me,” Seonghwa insisted.
It was like your clothes parted for the man, falling from your body with a wave of his hand. His eyes moved over your under clothes. They weren’t seductive by no means but they seemed to pass his approval. “Understated but soft and flowing,” he said. “You’re by no means going to get someone’s blood pumping that way.”
You frowned. “You don’t like?” You had no idea why you needed him to enjoy what you were wearing under your dress but it seemed very important in this moment. In fact, your underclothing was so offensive that you immediately began to pull and push them off your body.
Seonghwa raised his eyebrows as your body was even further revealed to him. “Now that was unexpected. Perhaps you’re too influenced for my…Senator, what is that?”
You spread your legs obscenely. “Once upon a time, when I was a foolish teenager, I rebelled in ways that my parents would never find out. Is this much better to your liking?”
You had inner thigh tattoos, delicate climbing vines and flowers native to your planet. They directed the eye to the prize… which was your pierced hood of your clit.
Seonghwa’s tongue slowly licked the seam of his lips, unable to take his eyes away from the visual you were providing. “It's certainly very pretty.”
You beamed up at him with a happy smile. At last, you were pleasing him. “Does that get your blood pumping?”
Seonghwa was quick to discard his own robes, as much as they were a piece of his seduction technique, the time for that was over. You were slightly drunk on his force manipulation and he knew if he didn't take advantage of the situation it provided, you'd attempt to climb out of his mind maze once again.
“I might have done you out of pure challenge on a different day than this,” he muttered to himself.
He climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around your thighs. “You better hold onto something, Senator,” he mentioned casually, meeting your gaze briefly before bringing his tongue and lips to your cunt.
You gasped loudly and clamped your legs against Seonghwa’s head as he immediately tucked your piercing behind his teeth and pulled slightly. He then soothed the motion by licking your clit, playing with the ball that pressed ever so lightly against the most sensitive part of your body.
Seonghwa patiently pressed your thighs back down, spreading you once again. His fingers traced your tattoos. Once your hips started to move upwards to meet the licks of his tongue, he pushed a finger into your clenching hole. You groaned loudly but you weren't kept waiting as he pushed a second one in too.
Seonghwa had been right, you needed something to hold onto. Your hands dug desperately into the sheets below you, head falling back into a whirl of pleasure. He was good. Very good.
The fingers did not stop stroking your insides but Seonghwa raised his head. His lips were covered in your juices and your knuckles went white with how hard you were clenching your hands. “Are you going to come for me, Darling?”
You nodded your head. “First one--” You panted hard, breaking up your sentence. “--is always--!” Your back bowed as Seonghwa tapped against the spongey part inside of you.
“That's perfect!” Seonghwa said. “I need you ooey gooey right now.”
His tongue plied your clit again, playing with the ball of your piercing. Those two, slim fingers worked in and out of you, pushing you towards something that felt unfamiliar but good. “Wait--Wait!!”
Your bottom half lifted up as you came hard and felt some liquid drip down your thighs. You made so much noise, an errant thought for your guards overhearing briefly passed through your mind, before it was gone, coming down from an unbelievable climax.
When you came back down to earth, you blinked wearily and saw that Seonghwa looked like a loth-cat that had just had their cream. His face was drenched, pieces of hair clinging to his face, his chest dripping as well.
“Stars, that’s embarrassing,” You groaned.
Seonghwa shook his head. “Not at all. That little piercing of yours is certainly useful, you sly senator.”
“I--we should--” For once, you couldn't find the proper use of your tongue to explain your needs.
“Ah, a shower. Wonderful idea.” Seonghwa swooped your body up with an easy moment, travelling to where your luxurious bathroom was.
He made a motion with his head and the water poured generously from the rainhead. He simply walked right into the wash of hot water, letting it hit his chest, and by proxy you. The small, simple smile on his face pulled something at you. But the minute a frown marred the center of your forehead, Seonghwa set your feet down on the warm wood beneath and cupped your head for a steamy kiss.
“One orgasm’s not enough for you, Darling?” He murmured between smooches.
You made a noise of protest, hands palms down against his lean chest. “No, I--”
“Don’t worry. I plan on keeping you distracted until you cannot keep your eyes open any longer,” he teased.
You swallowed hard. “Will your stamina last that long?”
A twinkle gleaned in Seonghwa’s eyes. “You could say I've the training for it.”
Seonghwa ran a hand down your spine, following the curve of your ass and promptly hefted your leg around his waist.
“Do you know there are creatures called Ddeongbyeollies on a faraway planet that mate for life? Or rather, once the male mates with the female, only his key will undo her lock?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you suggestively, that same faintly amused smile on his face.
It was somehow sexual and romantic at the same time. “We are not those creatures,” You said quietly.
“No, we are not,” Seonghwa agreed. His eyes travelled down your body to where his cock was at attention, pressed against your soft stomach. “Lucky for me, otherwise I'd be in a bind, certainly.”
“Seonghwa?” You murmured his name as he tilted his head for another kiss.
“Yes, Senator?”
“This isn't going to end well for me, is it?”
Seonghwa shook his head, pressing his lips to yours once again. “Your planet will be taken care of. Your bill simply does not work for the good of the Republic, unfortunately.”
“No, I mean after meeting you?” You whispered, chasing his lips for more kisses.
“Oh, you won't remember me, Darling,” Seonghwa said with a soft kiss. “That I'll make sure of. We can't have you being able to identify me later when I go on more missions to your planet.”
“That's awful,” You lamented.
That made Seonghwa pause. What he was doing was for the good of the Republic. To a normal person, being forgotten would be sad. For Seonghwa, it was just another mission.
“No, Darling, it's for your benefit. You'd be heartbroken without me. And my cock.”
With that, Seonghwa closed the distance between you two completely, pressing a condom to himself, and entering you at last. You both gasped in unison, you upon being split open, and he for the way you squeezed him so.
“Because you would be so enamored with the heights I can bring you to,” Seonghwa continued. With anyone else, it would be gloating. But with Seonghwa, he was just stating pure facts. “You would truly waste away, because no one would be able to fuck you like I would.”
You brushed some of his hair out of his eyes fondly. “Will you fuck me when you come back to my planet?”
Seonghwa grinned, slightly crooked. “Depends on the mission, Madame Senator.”
True to his word, Seonghwa fucked you in the shower, on your bed, against your ceiling-to-floor windows. He fucked you until you couldn't summon the energy to keep your eyes open.
The sun came up and he was slipping his robe back on. He watched the sun stroke your skin, your form half covered by expensive sheets. You were going to be fuming when you woke up and discovered that the senate had already met and your bill wasn’t even considered with you not present.
“You were a worthy adversary, Senator,” Seonghwa whispered into the morning air. “I look forward to our next meeting. Although I’m sure you’ll have gone through some mental training and I fully expect you to resist me even better.”
The Jedi Master walked out of the Senator’s rooms with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.
I will forever have the visage of Seonghwa's face covered in cream and dripping down his chest stuck in my head. He'd be obsessed with it i am sure. And titty milk but that's irrelevant right now.
I might seriously need to consider rewatching the star wars movies and getting into the lore and its all these pirates fault and yours [not really complaining only slightly i cant afford another fandom xD]
Also apologies on the lateness I keep forgetting tumblr exists 🤣
The tattoos and piercings was a hot touch tho and pray that reader runs into this cocky son of a bish again 😗
𒄆Summary: you know things are going good when your boyfriend introduces you to his friend group. What you don't understand is where the gaps in your memory are coming from and why they seem to finish each other's sentences and why you dream of them with tentacles sometimes...
𒄆Pairing: Eldritch! Boyfriend! Kang Yeosang x Reader (f) x Eldritch! Park Seonghwa x Eldritch! Kim Hongjoong x Eldritch! Jeong Yunho x Eldritch! Choi San x Eldritch! Song Mingi x Eldritch! Jung Wooyoung x Eldritch! Choi Jongho (ot8)
𒄆Genre: smut, horror, thriller
𒄆Au: eldritch, supernatural
𒄆Trope: established relationship, friends to lovers
𒄆Rating: 18+, MDNI
𒄆Word Count: 4,746
𒄆Warnings: airhead! yeosang, dub con, ⚠️mind manipulation via powers⚠️alcohol consumption (reader believes the alcohol is influencing her but its truly the eldritch powers), petnames (sweetheart, baby, princess, etc), oral (f), implied somnophilia, memory wipe, dream sex, enforced sleep, mind reading, hive mind, thigh squeezing kink, thigh riding kink, descriptions of eldritch horror characteristics aka tentacles or sharp teeth or black sclera, suggestive dancing, one birthday kiss, nipple play, breast play, dry humping, erogenous zone stimulation, sharing your gf with your friends! kink, group sex, sex with no protection, verbal instruction, overstimulation, edging
𒄆Author's Note: start a conversation with @potatomountain and you will get so many plot bunnies and green lights to write said ideas that you find yourself under a mountain of fics (not complaining)😂
𒄆divider by @cursed-carmine
You throw an arm over your eyes, biting down on your lip hard. “Yeo-Yeosang,” You whine.
Your boyfriend lifts his head from between your legs and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “It’s alright?”
You groan loudly and grab him and haul him to be face to face with him. “Alright? Alright?! I couldn't tell up from down with your tongue doing that thing!”
The corners of Yeosang’s lips quirk upwards for just a moment before he smoothes his features. “I want you to feel good.”
Impulsively, you bring your lips to Yeosang’s in an adoring kiss. “You’re an angel.”
This time Yeosang laughs quietly to himself but kisses you back. “If you say so.”
You glance up at the clock at your bedside. “Ah shit. We should get cleaned up. We’ve got to meet your friends soon!”
Yeosang pauses for a moment. Your boyfriend always seemed to chew on his thoughts before he voiced them. “It’ll be okay if we’re late. They’ll understand.”
You feel your face heat up and you slap Yeosang’s shoulder. “Absolutely not! They don’t need to know we were being naughty before I meet them for the first time.”
Yeosang shrugs but snuggles into your chest. “We just want to be here. It’s nice.”
You ignore the pronoun choice. Yeosang was kind, thoughtful, oftentimes quiet but a little empty headed sometimes. You didn’t mind it, especially because it made Yeosang laugh at his own antics and you found it adorable.
“Five more minutes. Then I’m washing your face.”
Upon your insistence, you arrive at the pub where you’re meeting Yeosang’s friend group for the first time right on schedule. They greet Yeosang with happiness and it fills your heart to see how loved Yeosang is amongst his guy friends.
“Guys, this is my girlfriend,” Yeosang introduces you with a happy smile.
A few of the guys let out a collective ‘oooooooo’ and collapse into giggles upon each other. You learn all their names and try to associate each one with a specific characteristic. San seems clingy with Yeosang but so is Wooyoung. Seonghwa takes special care to make sure Yeosang is eating more than he’s drinking the beer he ordered, but Hongjoong seems to also continue to order Yeosang more rice. Mingi tells silly stories of Yeosang, making everyone laugh, but Yunho seems to chime in and finish Mingi’s sentences. You laugh at one of Mingi’s jokes but feel Yeosang’s dark eyes on you. You shake your head, knowing exactly what’s going on in his head right now. You turn in embarrassment but find Jongho’s dark eyes on you with the same look from Yeosang’s eyes. Weird.
The night continues and you can’t help but enjoy the company Yeosang keeps.
You walk home with Yeosang’s arm around your shoulders, splitting companionably from his friend group. “I like them,” you admit.
Yeosang closes his eyes with a happy little smile on his face. “That makes me feel better.”
You cock your head curiously. “Were you worried I wouldn’t?”
Yeosang shakes his head. “No. It’s just very important you get along with all of us. We’re kind of a package deal.”
You giggle. “I don’t aspire to be one of those girlfriends that makes you scarce with your friends. That’s horrible. You need guy time as much as I’ll need girl time.”
Yeosang nods and you follow him home, his place closer to the pub than yours.
Once your back hits Yeosang’s bed, he’s got your skirt flipped up and is back to his earlier task. Except this time… it feels different. Yeosang’s eyes don’t stop watching you. And his technique is different this time. Did he talk to his friends earlier and you hadn't picked it up? It didn’t seem like Yeosang to talk about that sort of thing, he could barely make it through sex without being embarrassed about his loud groans. You loved his loud groans.
His tongue lazily circles your clit and then you feel him slip a finger inside of your aching hole. “Oh fuck,” You cry out. Your eyes flutter shut and your hands reach for the bedsheets under you.
“Do you like that, baby?” Yeosang coos.
You whine and nod, feeling your eyebrows furrow. “Feels good.”
“Just good?” Yeosang teases.
Your eyes snap open but Yeosang’s face is blank. You shake your head. Maybe the alcohol was getting to you. Yeosang brings you to climax and you snuggle into his bed.
“Tonight was perfect, Sangie,” You murmur.
Yeosang gives you a resounding kiss on the top of your head. “We thought so too.”
You wake up in a state of sweat and undress. Your shirt is pushed up to bear your breasts and you're missing your underwear. Your mind feels like cotton and you blink wearily at the dark room.
“Sweetheart, you okay?” As your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, you see Yeosang lean up to cup your face in concern.
You yank your shirt down in a huff. “I had a nightmare. I think.”
Yeosang’s eyes peer inquiringly at you. “A nightmare?”
You push your legs together as a pang of lust shoots through your body. Where had that come from? “I just remember feeling scared.”
Yeosang bundles you up in his arms and brings you back to lying with him. “Everything's okay. You're with me.”
You breathe in his familiar scent and allow yourself to be lulled into a sense of security.
Your day goes by normal after that. That is, until you accidentally bump into one of Yeosang’s friends at a coffee shop.
Wooyoung, Mingi and San are just waiting on their orders as you step into the line. Wooyoung cheerily waves you over as the others give you a deep-voiced hello that makes you shiver.
“I didn't know you guys came here!” You mention offhandedly.
“We decided to try someplace new,” Mingi replies, making a face at his too-bitter coffee after he takes a sip.
“What did you order?” San wonders.
You rattle off your drink of choice and San nods sagely. “Coffee is always a necessity."
“I wonder if it tastes as sweet as you do,” Wooyoung says after he takes a sip of his drink, making a loud satisfied noise.
The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. All four of you seem to be frozen in place.
“I'm sorry, what did you say?” You ask warily.
Wooyoung laughs, in sync with Mingi and San, which makes you take a step back.
“Hey, hey,” Mingi lowers his voice and puts a hand on the small of your back. “It's okay. Everything is okay.”
You take a long blink and then a few fluttering blinks. “I… what were we talking about?”
“You were just telling us what you got up to with Yeosang last night.” Wooyoung's tongue flirts with the freckle on his lip.
San frowns at Wooyoung then turns to you. “Next time, your drink is on us, yeah?” He hands you your order, having acquired his as well.
“Yeah, sure,” you agree hesitantly.
You say your goodbyes and shake your head as you walk away. You must have really needed that coffee.
The next night, when you sleep at your house, Yeosang citing a boy's night out, you actually remember what you dreamt.
It starts out benign, just a sex dream about Yeosang. You had them often while dating Yeosang. You just assumed since he was in your mind and you were still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, that your subconscious was pulling from what was most prevalent in your brain right now aka sex with Yeosang.
You're making love at night, the window open and you can feel a cool breeze sweeping along your sweat-slick back. You're face to face with Yeosang, lovingly pecking his lips as you swivel your hips. You let out a whine, wanting a faster pace.
“Patience, Sweetheart, you'll get what you want.”
Yeosang’s face blurs and shapeshifts and suddenly you're fucking Seonghwa. You're more perplexed than scared. But you continue to move your hips.
“But I wanna come,” you pout.
Seonghwa bites down on his lip, letting half slip out from his front teeth. “I don't know how he does it,” he murmurs.
“Please?” You push your luck.
This time it's Seognhwa’s face that blurs and then you're fucking Yeosang. He smiles angelically. “You know I can't deny you anything.”
Yeosang pushes you gently to your back and begins to jackhammer into you until you see stars. You wake up feeling sticky in between your legs. You're going to file away that dream as a one off and go take a shower.
You turn on the tap water and get a text from Seonghwa. You okay?
You frown at your phone in confusion. How the hell would he know your number--ah! The group chat Yeosang started with you and the guys. Still. Kind of unnerving the way he knew something was up and you had no Yeosang to lean on.
You put the phone back down and didn’t bother to answer.
Until Yeosang called. “Baby?” His voice is rough with sleep and a hint of something else.
“Mmm?” You murmur back.
“I thought I’d call since I know you’ve been having issues sleeping. Sorry I couldn't get back in time. How are you?”
“Considering that I’m up at this hour…” You reply dryly.
Yeosang sighs heavily on your behalf. “Do you need something?”
You needed his thick cock to fuck you back so sleep, you think.
“That sounds wonderful,” Jongho chuckles in the background.
“Yeosang?” Your voice comes strained in confusion. “Do you have me on speaker phone?” You squeak in embarrassment. Did you slip and say your thoughts outloud?
Yeosang’s voice sounds more muffled, more likely drifting away from his friends and covering his mouth and the phone so he could whisper directly to you. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart, can you still hear me?”
“Sangie,” You whine.
“I know, I know. How about this? I’ll come home and we can snuggle until we both fall asleep, hmmm?”
You shake your head even though you know that Yeosang can’t see you. “I don’t want to ruin your boys' night. Please don’t do anything that will make the others think less of me.”
“That’s impossible,” Yeosang laughs under his breath. “They adore you.”
“I’m just gonna take a shower and go back to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch?”
“Okay, baby.”
The hot water from the shower calms you, inside and out, and you snuggle up to your soft blankets, still faintly smelling like Yeosang. You drift into a deep sleep and almost miss your alarm to go catch brunch with Yeosang.
Hongjoong and Yunho are there when you find Yeosang at your favorite table. Yeosang hands you a mimosa and kisses you on the cheek in greeting. “Sleep okay after I hung up?”
You nod and smile reassuringly. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
Yunho stands up for a greeting with open arms. You were still getting used to the skinship of this group but not wanting to be rude, you hug Yunho in greeting. You swear you feel something brush your ribs, just under your breasts, but Yunho’s hands are locked behind your back, so there’s no way.
You smiled Hongjoong’s way and then sat down beside Yeosang. “Did you guys enjoy yourself last night?”
“Not half as much as Seonghwa did,” Hongjoong grumbles.
“Oh, what did Seonghwa get up to?” You inquire innocently.
Yeosang chokes and coughs on his own drink and you rub his back as he goes through it.
Hongjoong still looks a little sour, however. “He slipped away and enjoyed himself.”
“Oh.” You can feel heat lick up your chest and face. You really didn’t need to know that.
“Don’t worry, I think Seonghwa might like the thought that you might think of him that way,” Yunho teased from across the table.
Hongjoong and Yunho exchange a long look as you recoil in horror. Your eyes shoot to Yeosang, who has a placating smile. He reaches and squeezes your shoulder. “Drink up, Sweetheart. We’ve got more where that one came from.”
You melt into his comfortable gesture and do so. Yeosang, Yunho and Hongjoong have a conversation but it’s mostly lost on you, just background music as you drift in the presence of your boyfriend and his friends.
“Sangie, are these mixed strong?” You frowned, lifting up the chute you were drinking from.
Yeosang kisses your nose fondly. “I just wanted you to have a good time this morning, after your bad night.”
“I mean, it wasn’t bad. I think,” You interject.
“You think?” Yunho’s leaning forward, chin in his hands and elbows on the table, looking interested.
“It wasn’t a nightmare,” You provided.
Yeosang studies you. “You wouldn’t say it was bad? Well, was it good?”
You take a deep drink of your mimosa, before muttering into the empty cup. “It certainly felt good.”
Hongjoong hisses, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes appear completely black, as if there’s no end to his pupil or rather, no defining brown iris like you swore he had before. You squeak, setting down your drink, and he appears back to normal.
You push your face into your hands. “I think I need more sleep,” You muttered.
Yeosang and Hongjoong have a hushed but angry conversation and Yunho’s arm slips behind your shoulders around the chair. “Soon,” he whispers before sending you a boyish grin.
Before you can ask what’s happening, Yeosang is sweeping you out of the restaurant, purse in his hand. He escorts you back home and tucks you into a blanket on the couch.
“No dreams,” he insists and you fall asleep confused once again.
It’s a while before you meet up with Yeosang’s friends. Yeosang insists there’s a schedule conflict but you have a feeling he’s keeping you away from them. You’re not sure why and you start to feel in the pit of your stomach that you’ve done something wrong.
It’s during a movie night when Yeosang says that San hates these types of movies that you turn away from the movie and finally ask him. “Is there a reason why you didn’t invite him then?”
Yeosang smiles angelically for you. “No.”
“Yeosang, your friends haven’t been around in weeks,” You persist.
Yeosang shrugs. “I told you. We’ve been busy.”
You attempt to disentangle your legs from Yeosang’s lap. “Was it because I got too drunk last time? Did I embarrass you?”
“No, no,” Yeosang reassures you. “You did nothing wrong, Sweetheart.”
Your eyes start to water. “I promise, I didn’t think about Seonghwa in that kind of way. I only want you.”
Yeosang lets out a short laugh. “That’s okay even if you did.”
You hold yourself very still at that comment. “What?”
Yeosang lets a small, teasing smile pull at his lips. “Did you have a wet dream about Seonghwa?”
You shake your head in complete denial. “Absolutely not.”
Yeosang cocks his head flirtatiously. “You’ve never thought of Yunho squeezing your thighs under the table during brunch?”
“N-no?” Except now you couldn't get the image out of your mind. You let out a quiet moan.
Yeosang pushes you down against the couch, nose nudging just under your ear. His tongue sneaks out and wets the sensitive skin there. “How about grinding your core against Jongho’s thighs?” Your boyfriend pushes your thighs apart with his leg and his knee hits your core and you whimper.
“Yeosang,” You cry out, hands flying to his broad shoulders. “Do you want me to think about those things about your friends?” You’re so confused. And very much turned on.
Yeosang hums contently. “You’re allowed to, you know.”
Yeosang’s pushing his thigh against your core and you can’t help but tilt your hips upwards, enjoying the friction from the dry humping. “But…!” You bite down a moan as Yeosang’s hand sneaks up your sweater.
“You can have all the dirty thoughts you want. We feed from it,” your boyfriend mumbles into your skin.
Your body shudders as you come undone for Yeosang right then and there. You whine as you feel your wetness fills the inside of your panties. “Yeosang… I don’t understand.”
Yeosang grabs your face with one hand and gives you a throaty kiss that you soon get lost in. “It’s okay, princess, you just enjoy the dream.”
Your eyes feel heavy and you drift into a climax-induced nap on the couch.
Perceiving the horror in your dream is like saying you understand the size of the universe. You know there’s something around you, inside of you, but you’re not sure how. You’re pretty sure you see eyes, too many to count. You feel tendrils, wisps of something whispering against your skin. Sharp teeth gleam in the darkness? Or is it in a body? And then the voices come. Sometimes they’re mingled together, sometimes they’re in sync. Your mind expands and contracts and you’re not sure how much more you can take of it.
See, I told you she could handle us, floats in the back of your skull.
And then it’s all black.
You’re glad you had a talk with Yeosang because everything seems to go back to normal. You work, meet up with Yeosang, sometimes hang out with his friends. You have the odd dream here or there, and some forgetful moments, but Yeosang simply jokes that you’ve taken on some of his air-headedness.
Mingi’s birthday brings the tipping point.
Seonghwa, San and Mingi’s place is bustling. There’s music pumping and alcohol flowing. It’s just good vibes. You spend most of the time perched on Yeosang’s lap, watching the chaos unfold.
Mingi grabs a bottle of liquor and downs it. The liquid streams down past the corner of his lips, over his jaw and down his neck. He drinks deeply and grins at you and Yeosang across from the room. Yeosang’s hands tighten around your waist for a moment and you turn to peer at your boyfriend.
Yeosang tips his head up to you and smiles. “You know you don’t have to stay with me the entire time. San’s probably politely waiting for you to get up so that he can bombard me about playing the new cell phone game he’s obsessed about.”
You push your nose against his in a gesture of adoration and familiarity. “I don’t want to be anywhere but here, Sangie.”
Yeosang looks up at you with hearts in his eyes. “I know but--”
“--you should dance with me!” Mingi shouts, making you jump out of your skin. The birthday boy’s eyes are close to disappearing, that’s how pleased he is.
You look around and find that all the other party goers seem to have been ushered out of the apartment. Everyone except Yeosang’s close friend group. Seonghwa firmly closes the door with finality and the others filter over, finding places to perch.
You feel like something is hanging off of dancing with Mingi. You just don’t know what. But everyone else does.
Yeosang’s hands go to your waist and he hoists you upwards. “Go on, Sweetheart.”
Yunho puts two fingers to his mouth and he catcall whistles.
Mingi grabs your hands and starts to swing them benignly. It makes you smile, Mingi’s charm. He twirls you and you giggle. Soon, he’s holding your close, swaying his hips against yours. He’s warm and focused on you and you feel--
“Oh, don’t frown, baby, I like it best when you’re smiling,” Mingi says in a low voice.
“I--”
You jerk in Mingi’s hold as another warm body presses up behind you. You turn your head to see San’s front is against your back. San smiles slowly, crooked but not intimidating. “Hey,” he says.
Mingi turns your head back to him but he doesn’t let go. His eyes are on your lips though. “I think I should get a birthday kiss. That’s a thing, right?”
You swallow hard. “Uh… Mingi, don’t be silly.” You laugh and Mingi laughs and San joins in but somehow you end up more firmly between them.
You look wildly around for Yeosang. He’s still on the couch, looking comfortable. He raises an eyebrow at you curiously.
You turn back to Mingi. “One birthday kiss,” You allow.
Mingi grins before tilting his head and pressing his plush lips against yours. He captures your top lip between his and at the exact same time you feel a press of lips against the back of your neck. You gasp and Mingi takes that opportunity to lick the inside of your mouth. He lazily plays with your tongue while San peppers kisses up your neck.
The rhythm of the music is forgotten, and turned down low, but that doesn’t change the fact that both of Yeosang’s friends are grinding up against you. You hadn't had a drop of alcohol tonight, determined to not make any further mistakes but they just seemed to pile up on you.
You break the kiss, breathing heavy and wiping saliva from your lips. Pushing away from Mingi just puts you more firmly into San’s grasp. His hands snake around your body, resting just above the waistband of your jeans.
“They want you, Sweetheart. Do you feel it?” Yeosang speaks softly but it echoes and rattles around in your head.
Your eyes glance towards a rather large mirror on the wall and you swear you can see that San’s teeth are sharper like a shark's.
San’s hands fondle the button of your jeans, bringing you back to the matter at hand. “Of course I can feel it, Sangie, but--!”
Mingi kneels before you and San unbuttons your jeans. Mingi starts to lick the skin between your short top and the waistband of your underwear. You let out a breathy moan and every man in the room groans at the sound.
“I don’t think I can--” You place a head on top of Mingi’s head to draw his attention to you. “This isn’t--”
“I know exactly what to do,” Mingi promises, eyes big and pleading. “Please? For my birthday? Let me taste you?”
“You’ve already tasted her,” Hongjoong mutters under his breath.
Mingi shoots a dirty look over his shoulder and Hongjoong simply crosses his legs over the other in response.
“Yeosang wants to watch, cutie, don’t you want to make Yeosang feel good?” San says, somewhat confusingly into your ear.
“Of course I want to make Yeosang feel good, but how does that--?”
You squeal as San pushes your underwear and jeans down your knees. Mingi helps you out of them neatly. Before you know it, San’s got his hands firmly under your knees and is holding your legs open for Mingi.
“S-san! Mingi!” You squirm but you’re not really going anywhere.
Mingi licks his lips and you swear out of the corner of your eye, so does Yeosang. And Wooyoung. You break when Yeosang lets out a broken “please”.
“Okay,” You agree shakily.
Mingi dives into your cunt, tongue and lips eager to suck and lick your wet folds. “You’re soaked,” he groans loudly. Or was that Yunho?
Hongjoong stands up and you think he’s about to leave the room but he simply approaches you with dark eyes. “You like your titties played with while you get head, right?” he states.
“How--Yeosang!” You cry out, feeling embarrassment climb up your neck.
“She loves her titties played with,” Yeosang chortles.
“Please? I can make you feel good too,” Hongjoong begs with big eyes as well.
San has begun to lick a strip up your neck, not dissimilar to the big long licks MIngi’s performing on your cunt. You nod and fall into pleasure. Hongjoong massages and kneads your tits, while your cunt is being eaten out by Mingi and San is nipping your erogenous neck.
You come undone so fucking quickly, it’s almost embarrassing. Mingi slurps up every drop of wetness. San chuckles darkly behind you and Hongjoong twists your nipples, flicking the peaked buds. You’re not sure where you end and they begin, honestly.
“Wha…?” You can barely string a sentence together as San lets your legs go.
You almost collapse with your shaky legs but Wooyoung’s there before you can collapse. “You’ve got more for the rest of us, right?” He says cheekily, winking at you gratuitously.
“Sangie,” You whine.
“Grind against Wooyoung’s front,” Yeosang orders.
You whimper at the command. “But I’m sensitive!”
“Don’t you like being overstimulated?” Yunho brings up.
“How do you guys know all my ticks?” You demand incredulously.
“We know everything about you,” Jongho reveals.
Wooyoung guides you with him to the couch. He spreads his legs and you straddle his crotch. Yunho leans in from the side of the couch, deftly tugging the hem of your shirt up and over your head.
“Come on, princess, have some fun with us,” Jongho purrs, leaning in to suck on your nipple just the way you like it.
Wooyoung’s hands push your hips down so that your very wet front rests against the roughness of the front of his pants. You let out a cry as your sensitive clit brushes against the material.
Your head cups Jongho’s head to your tit, as his tongue lathes against your nipples that Hongjoong had played with. You were being over stimulated in more than one area and it was making you fucking hot with lust.
Yunho’s large hand cups your other tit and he starts making out with you. All the while, Wooyoung’s dragging your cunt across his front. It’s apparent that he’s hard and enjoying this as well. Jongho’s playing with the head of his cock as he sucks on your tit.
It’s hard to stay focused on one thing and you’re coming soon once again, albeit even harder than the first time. Your thighs shudder and you bite down on Yunho’s lip as you chase your high once again.
“Fucking beautiful,” someone curses. Or was it all of them saying it at the same time?
You’re panting and weak but your heart explodes as Yeosang gathers you in his arms and takes you into his lap. “You’re perfect for us, aren’t you, Sweetheart?” he says in wonder.
“All of you?” You begin to tremble. Were they just going to pass you around now? Is that how this was going to work?
Yeosang cocks his head curiously. “Didn’t you like it when Seonghwa’s face changed to mine and vice versa?”
“How do you know about that dream?” You whisper. “I never told you about it.”
We’re inside of you all of the time
Your head snaps towards Seonghwa, who smiles knowingly as he sits down beside Yeosang on the couch. Had you just heard him in your head?
“Aren’t we perfect for you?” Yeosang continues. “All eight of us know you inside and out. We know what you like and what you try to hide that you like. We can satisfy all your desires without ever having to find out. You don’t have to say anything embarrassing. One of us can always be here with you. And even if we can’t, we are inside of your head. You just need to give yourself to us unconditionally. What do you say, Sweetheart? Be ours unendingly?”
You open and close your mouth, unable to voice the impossible. How could you?
Seonghwa pats his lap invitingly. “Should we have a round two? Pass you around, just like you were thinking, just like in your dream? Making you hop from one dick to the other, just before you can come, just to keep our dicks wet and hard?”
You whimper and Yeosang simply captures your lips in a searing kiss. “She’d love that, Seonghwa.”
Ours
Forever
Ours
Always
Yeosang easily parts your wet pussy, cock sliding in without resistance. He groans loudly, cheeks heating up visibly. Jongho and Yunho get red as well.
“Fuck, she feels so good,” Hongjoong gasps.
Yeosang urges your hips forward gently, eyes closed and face blissed out, enjoying your body. You whimper with need, just like in your dream.
San grips your hips and deposits you onto Seonghwa’s lap easily. Seonghwa squeezes inside of you and Mingi sighs contently . “This is--”
“--the best--” Wooyoung and Hongjoong chime in.
“‘--birthday ever!” Yeosang and San finish.
Did you just acquire seven other boyfriends and were they perhaps otherworldly? You couldn't find a brain cell to protest, however. You were too busy being shared between them all, bouncing on their cocks.
Its amazing to see my little random feral thoughts get turned into such glorious fics by your hands. Like a relay race and I just handed the baton fr xD every single one of these over succeeds my expectations and also hits the mark right on the head and thats just a testament to your skill I say 😍😍😍
Now onto the eldritch lovers- I am DROOLING
Ot8 fics [especially one-shots] I feel have a hard time fully separating each member and their affection well but you still do it like its as easy as breathing. Joong being pouty and jealous of the others? Peak. Yunho being so friendly from the get-go? Wooyoung being the chaos starter of sorts hehe. Jongho beings commentary was fantastic too fr. And Mingi?! Being like "it's my birthday and imma get what I want" basically. Like yes Princess you demand to be spoiled for your birthday you are absolutely right and BOY is that a gift.
And i love that it isnt fully depicted what the members are, just heavily hinted at while highlighting enough. The hive mind?! All of them feeling it when take one inside 🤤 must drive em crazy if there were 2 or 3 filling up the different holes but yeeeees.
Yeosang being the peak boyfriend too. Gosh even tho I knew this is what I said, it still felt like all you and that I was reading the idea for the first time and getting shooketh at each little reveal like "nuh-uh they didn't just say that?!" Fr peak!
In conclusion: I loved it so muuuuuch [I fought off sleep to read this as soon as I saw it was posted so # worth it!]
Warnings: 18+, implied smut, no specified gender, use of the color system, switch Hongjoong though he is more subby here.
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“Come on Joongie, you promised.” With a whine you held up the spiked chains connecting to two nipple clamps. “This is what I want to try- I did that thing for you last time. Please?”
Your boyfriend and you had an agreement that anytime one of you wanted to try something new, you two would try anything once. If it worked out, it was a new thing to toy with in the bedroom- if not, the two of you talked it over whether or not to try it again or not. Sometimes you did and it worked out, sometimes not.
Last time you tried something out of your comfort zone that he had wanted, you enjoyed it, and you just knew he would like this.
Still he eyed the nipple clamps warily. “Why clamps? Why do I have to wear them? Where did you even get the idea?”
Slowly you grinned, ready to make your case. “Your concert. Baby it was so obvious how perky your nipples were through the shirt I just wanted to play with them. And I know the guitar strap rubs them, makes them so sensitive. You don't dislike that either.” It was all you could think about after yesterday's concert. The way he looked playing the guitar, the strap rubbing against the pebbled peaks the white fabric couldn't contain at all. Thinking about it now had your mouth salivating.
He sighed, a sign he was relenting. “Fine, but if I don't like them I'm using them on you.”
“I'm okay with that.” With a giggle you took the clamps to the bedroom, climbing onto the bed first and patting the center. “Strip big boy and come sit.”
Grumbling, still a little hesitant, Hongjoong did. Clothes tossed aside he climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. Despite his grumbling, his half hard cock and red ears was enough to tell you that part of him did like this idea.
You couldn't hide your excitement, reaching out and running your thumbs over his little peaks and observing his reaction. He reacted just as you expected, the softest change in his demeanor. “I knew it- they are sensitive.”
“Just use the clamps-”
“Nuh-uh, I have to work you up to it first, baby. Get them nice and hard so I won't have any trouble putting the clamps on.” He loved playing with yours, now you could return the favor. And you did.
Pinching both of them you gave a slight pull, happy to see his cock twitch and his pupils dilate. His hands were on his thighs, gripping them to keep from touching you. He would have plenty of opportunities to do that soon, but first you got to have your fun. It only took a few more gentle pinches and twists before it was more than obvious he was enjoying it, cock at full mass and a bead of precum just sitting there begging to be tasted.
Instead you latched your lips around his nipple, looking up at him through your lashes to see how he reacted. The whine he let out went straight to your head. Pressing your tongue against the bud you flicked and sucked, letting out a moan when his hand pressed your head closer.
With a giggle you pulled away, smiling up at him as you moved your tongue to the other neglected nipple. “Color baby? How do you like it? Does it feel good?”
“G-green. Really good. This how it feels for you?” He panted out, gaze a little hazy when he met your eyes.
“Mhmm. Feels s'good when you play with me.” You mumbled against his skin before tugging on the peak with your teeth. “You're going to look so good in those clamps when I put them on you.”
The whimper he let out just had you further convinced this was going well. Maybe he'd let you play with them more often? You couldn't be certain until the clamps were on.
While you sucked and flicked the now hardened bud, you reached for the clamps. Moving your mouth back to the first peak, you brought one clamps up, watching him through your lashes as you latched it onto his title.
The cry he let out, body jolting beneath you, and the way his dick twitched and leaked- all of it had arousal pooling through you.
He was still reeling from the first clip when you latched on the second, taking advantage of his surprise and pushing him back down on the bed. He was trembling, cheeks flushed and a heated glaze to his beautiful dark eyes. “Look at you baby, I knew you would like it. And the spikes suit you so well.”
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, eyes meeting yours as you tugged on the chain. “Fuck it hurts but-”
“You like it don't you? Admit it baby, I was right.” You cooed out, a smirk on your lips.
He bit down on his own, being defiant in the end. Until you tugged on the chain again, light enough his back arched and he let out another whimper of a cry.
His grip on your thighs was bruising, but it just added to the beautiful picture he was. “I like it. Fuck I like it.”
Showing some mercy you leaned down and kissed his swollen lips, wondering just how you were going to take advantage of him like this. One thought won over: would the chain jingle with each thrust?
Warnings: 18+, implied smut, no specified gender, use of the color system, switch Hongjoong though he is more subby here.
> Minors/blank blogs will be blocked!<
Banners and dividers made by me!
“Come on Joongie, you promised.” With a whine you held up the spiked chains connecting to two nipple clamps. “This is what I want to try- I did that thing for you last time. Please?”
Your boyfriend and you had an agreement that anytime one of you wanted to try something new, you two would try anything once. If it worked out, it was a new thing to toy with in the bedroom- if not, the two of you talked it over whether or not to try it again or not. Sometimes you did and it worked out, sometimes not.
Last time you tried something out of your comfort zone that he had wanted, you enjoyed it, and you just knew he would like this.
Still he eyed the nipple clamps warily. “Why clamps? Why do I have to wear them? Where did you even get the idea?”
Slowly you grinned, ready to make your case. “Your concert. Baby it was so obvious how perky your nipples were through the shirt I just wanted to play with them. And I know the guitar strap rubs them, makes them so sensitive. You don't dislike that either.” It was all you could think about after yesterday's concert. The way he looked playing the guitar, the strap rubbing against the pebbled peaks the white fabric couldn't contain at all. Thinking about it now had your mouth salivating.
He sighed, a sign he was relenting. “Fine, but if I don't like them I'm using them on you.”
“I'm okay with that.” With a giggle you took the clamps to the bedroom, climbing onto the bed first and patting the center. “Strip big boy and come sit.”
Grumbling, still a little hesitant, Hongjoong did. Clothes tossed aside he climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. Despite his grumbling, his half hard cock and red ears was enough to tell you that part of him did like this idea.
You couldn't hide your excitement, reaching out and running your thumbs over his little peaks and observing his reaction. He reacted just as you expected, the softest change in his demeanor. “I knew it- they are sensitive.”
“Just use the clamps-”
“Nuh-uh, I have to work you up to it first, baby. Get them nice and hard so I won't have any trouble putting the clamps on.” He loved playing with yours, now you could return the favor. And you did.
Pinching both of them you gave a slight pull, happy to see his cock twitch and his pupils dilate. His hands were on his thighs, gripping them to keep from touching you. He would have plenty of opportunities to do that soon, but first you got to have your fun. It only took a few more gentle pinches and twists before it was more than obvious he was enjoying it, cock at full mass and a bead of precum just sitting there begging to be tasted.
Instead you latched your lips around his nipple, looking up at him through your lashes to see how he reacted. The whine he let out went straight to your head. Pressing your tongue against the bud you flicked and sucked, letting out a moan when his hand pressed your head closer.
With a giggle you pulled away, smiling up at him as you moved your tongue to the other neglected nipple. “Color baby? How do you like it? Does it feel good?”
“G-green. Really good. This how it feels for you?” He panted out, gaze a little hazy when he met your eyes.
“Mhmm. Feels s'good when you play with me.” You mumbled against his skin before tugging on the peak with your teeth. “You're going to look so good in those clamps when I put them on you.”
The whimper he let out just had you further convinced this was going well. Maybe he'd let you play with them more often? You couldn't be certain until the clamps were on.
While you sucked and flicked the now hardened bud, you reached for the clamps. Moving your mouth back to the first peak, you brought one clamps up, watching him through your lashes as you latched it onto his title.
The cry he let out, body jolting beneath you, and the way his dick twitched and leaked- all of it had arousal pooling through you.
He was still reeling from the first clip when you latched on the second, taking advantage of his surprise and pushing him back down on the bed. He was trembling, cheeks flushed and a heated glaze to his beautiful dark eyes. “Look at you baby, I knew you would like it. And the spikes suit you so well.”
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, eyes meeting yours as you tugged on the chain. “Fuck it hurts but-”
“You like it don't you? Admit it baby, I was right.” You cooed out, a smirk on your lips.
He bit down on his own, being defiant in the end. Until you tugged on the chain again, light enough his back arched and he let out another whimper of a cry.
His grip on your thighs was bruising, but it just added to the beautiful picture he was. “I like it. Fuck I like it.”
Showing some mercy you leaned down and kissed his swollen lips, wondering just how you were going to take advantage of him like this. One thought won over: would the chain jingle with each thrust?
Warnings: 18+, implied smut, no specified gender, use of the color system, switch Hongjoong though he is more subby here.
> Minors/blank blogs will be blocked!<
Banners and dividers made by me!
“Come on Joongie, you promised.” With a whine you held up the spiked chains connecting to two nipple clamps. “This is what I want to try- I did that thing for you last time. Please?”
Your boyfriend and you had an agreement that anytime one of you wanted to try something new, you two would try anything once. If it worked out, it was a new thing to toy with in the bedroom- if not, the two of you talked it over whether or not to try it again or not. Sometimes you did and it worked out, sometimes not.
Last time you tried something out of your comfort zone that he had wanted, you enjoyed it, and you just knew he would like this.
Still he eyed the nipple clamps warily. “Why clamps? Why do I have to wear them? Where did you even get the idea?”
Slowly you grinned, ready to make your case. “Your concert. Baby it was so obvious how perky your nipples were through the shirt I just wanted to play with them. And I know the guitar strap rubs them, makes them so sensitive. You don't dislike that either.” It was all you could think about after yesterday's concert. The way he looked playing the guitar, the strap rubbing against the pebbled peaks the white fabric couldn't contain at all. Thinking about it now had your mouth salivating.
He sighed, a sign he was relenting. “Fine, but if I don't like them I'm using them on you.”
“I'm okay with that.” With a giggle you took the clamps to the bedroom, climbing onto the bed first and patting the center. “Strip big boy and come sit.”
Grumbling, still a little hesitant, Hongjoong did. Clothes tossed aside he climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. Despite his grumbling, his half hard cock and red ears was enough to tell you that part of him did like this idea.
You couldn't hide your excitement, reaching out and running your thumbs over his little peaks and observing his reaction. He reacted just as you expected, the softest change in his demeanor. “I knew it- they are sensitive.”
“Just use the clamps-”
“Nuh-uh, I have to work you up to it first, baby. Get them nice and hard so I won't have any trouble putting the clamps on.” He loved playing with yours, now you could return the favor. And you did.
Pinching both of them you gave a slight pull, happy to see his cock twitch and his pupils dilate. His hands were on his thighs, gripping them to keep from touching you. He would have plenty of opportunities to do that soon, but first you got to have your fun. It only took a few more gentle pinches and twists before it was more than obvious he was enjoying it, cock at full mass and a bead of precum just sitting there begging to be tasted.
Instead you latched your lips around his nipple, looking up at him through your lashes to see how he reacted. The whine he let out went straight to your head. Pressing your tongue against the bud you flicked and sucked, letting out a moan when his hand pressed your head closer.
With a giggle you pulled away, smiling up at him as you moved your tongue to the other neglected nipple. “Color baby? How do you like it? Does it feel good?”
“G-green. Really good. This how it feels for you?” He panted out, gaze a little hazy when he met your eyes.
“Mhmm. Feels s'good when you play with me.” You mumbled against his skin before tugging on the peak with your teeth. “You're going to look so good in those clamps when I put them on you.”
The whimper he let out just had you further convinced this was going well. Maybe he'd let you play with them more often? You couldn't be certain until the clamps were on.
While you sucked and flicked the now hardened bud, you reached for the clamps. Moving your mouth back to the first peak, you brought one clamps up, watching him through your lashes as you latched it onto his title.
The cry he let out, body jolting beneath you, and the way his dick twitched and leaked- all of it had arousal pooling through you.
He was still reeling from the first clip when you latched on the second, taking advantage of his surprise and pushing him back down on the bed. He was trembling, cheeks flushed and a heated glaze to his beautiful dark eyes. “Look at you baby, I knew you would like it. And the spikes suit you so well.”
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, eyes meeting yours as you tugged on the chain. “Fuck it hurts but-”
“You like it don't you? Admit it baby, I was right.” You cooed out, a smirk on your lips.
He bit down on his own, being defiant in the end. Until you tugged on the chain again, light enough his back arched and he let out another whimper of a cry.
His grip on your thighs was bruising, but it just added to the beautiful picture he was. “I like it. Fuck I like it.”
Showing some mercy you leaned down and kissed his swollen lips, wondering just how you were going to take advantage of him like this. One thought won over: would the chain jingle with each thrust?
