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pairing: ahn suho x you
genre: professor and student
warnings: porn without plot, sir kink, classroom sex, adultery, age gap (though both are of age)
word count: 3.3k+ words
synopsis: Others would say he should've resisted, he should've been a loyal dog to his work lest he gets fired and strips off the chances to apply for other universities. But even loyal dogs strays away with a mere sight of a bone, don't they?
A/N: like and reblogs are highly appreciated!
DEPICTION ≠ ENDORSEMENT
Screech
The faint noise of the marker penetrates the students’ ears as it glides across the board.
Lines over shapes. Letters after letters. Suho lets his felt-tip pen follows the rhythm of his wrist, writing down words and sentences he knows too well after years of teaching.
As Suho faces his students, he meets their eager expressions accompanied by enthusiastic raised hands, keen desires fueling inside them as they wait for the professor to call their name, chasing that extra credit for class participation.
“Yes, Ms. Kim?” Finally, he points at the awaiting student, giving her permission.
The said student tries her best to choose the right words, avoiding flowery and filler ones that is known to be hated by their professor.
Kim trembles because while Mr. Ahn is an effective and efficient professor, he is highly dubbed as having one of the most cut-throat standards among the teachers. Hence the shivers shooting sharply in her veins while she stands before his chilling stare.
Ahn Suho should’ve been listening. His brain should’ve been processing his student’s words, assessing the answer and internally taking notes on what could be corrected.
Well, he looks like the part of it. With his signature sharp gaze, and occasional nodding.
Little do they know, there is an entirely different reason for the respected professor’s demeanor.
They can’t see the way he chokes the marker in his fist, jaw clenching and unclenching over the sight of his student caught in his peripheral vision.
Leg comfortably resting over the other, your mini-skirt rides up your thigh as you lean backwards, one hand tapping a pen on your lips while the other fiddles with the ends of your hair.
As if the lacy panties peeking under your skirt’s hem isn’t enough, the pen previously on your lips slips past through and meets your tongue. It shyly circles around it, just on the tip, before it gets trapped between your teeth.
Oh, how Suho wants to wipe off that sly smirk hidden beneath. A fucking vixen, that’s what you are.
It takes Suho a moment to collect himself and get out of his mind that is going haywire. Right on cue, the student is thanked and motioned to take her sit as Suho steals the attention of everyone once more.
“Right,” Suho goes on to dissect the answer given by his student.
The lecture proceeds for over an hour, much to everyone’s disappointment. Internal cheers are then made as the professor glances at watch and realizes the minutes are up. With a few more reminders of deadlines and no late submissions, Suho allows his students to exit the room.
“Ugh, I haven’t even started my essay and now there’s a new one.”
Sieun doesn’t bother hiding his snicker. “Go do what you do best.”
“Fucking our professor?”
He stops for a second before looking around, trying to see if anyone heard you. “I was about to say cramming, but yeah.. I guess that works too.”
A chuckle elicits from you. “Do you think they’re suspicious about how high my grades are?”
“Who cares? You’re pretty and smart, you’re still going to have high grades either way.”
One thing you love about Sieun is his unfiltered words and knack for the truth. It’s like he’s the only one that gets you, and you’re the only one that gets him. That’s why he’s your best friend!
“I have to go,” Sieun bids you goodbye, effort in asking you to walk together is nonexistent as he knows you won’t be leaving the room anytime sooner.
The last couple of students scurries out as well. Leaving you and your professor to fend for yourselves.
Within a few seconds, you could feel the change in the air like it's thickening. Your throat starts clogging up, making it harder for you to breath. Maybe it’s the utter silence in the room? Or maybe it’s the tension and anticipation buzzing in his veins.
Suho finally decides to stop pretending to organize his papers. There’s no point of actually doing it anyways, it’s bound to get off his desk sooner or later.
“Come here,”
The distance between you seems too long, too far for Suho’s liking. The flimsy skirt sways right and left, giving him a shy view of the plump cheeks hiding underneath.
And the knee-high socks– God, those goddamn socks. So fucking dainty and innocent looking but is also the sluttiest thing you’ve worn. Only a portion of your thighs can be seen and it is bulging and forcing its way out of the socks, too meaty to be confined in such a small and tight place. Suho could feel his cock harden.
This sight isn't new for you.
Ahn Suho had always liked playing the strong, composed, conscious clear man. But certainly, out of people, you know this act is as true as trump serving a good governance.
A mere brush of your hand against the skin of his thigh is all it takes for Suho to crack.
And just like that, The sheep stops pretending to be a wolf, crumbling into pieces the moment you settle on top of him, the warmth of your clothed pussy warming the hardening cock beneath his pants.
A subtle sound of thud pricks their ears, that must be a pen.
Soon, the professor’s palms are already snaking their way up to the flimsy piece of fabric under your skirt. A smile of amusement and satisfaction shows itself on your face.
Suho had never been good at keeping up his facade, pretending to dislike all the things you do to him only to end up drooling in greed the moment you let him touch you the slightest.
He pushed and pushed you away with his so called determination, so fabricated that it was too late before he realized he had you spread out on his bed, hole dripping in wetness as you beg him to fuck you with his big cock.
Spreading your hands on Suho’s chest, you beam at the firmness, licking your lips as you lean on his neck, nosing and inhaling the older’s scent. You nip the pale skin lightly, closing your eyes when his hands reach the cheeks of your ass to squeeze, parting them that sends you shivering in his arms as the cool air coming from the AC pans your wet panties.
The buildup of tension is killing you.
You whimper, already hating his pace.
Suho hums. “You’re never one with a patience, aren’t you?”
You had learned, after months of indulging in this forbidden affair, that Suho gets off of torturing you.
Men like he is, they love to parade their power over people, letting them know they are capable of making them feel things only they, themselves, can reprimand. Too bad for him, you have studied Suho enough to realize you hold the same exact power over him as well.
You bring out the vulnerable in him just as he knows which buttons to press to weaken you.
Leaning back on his chair, arms on either side with his legs wide open, radiating such dominating aura he usually wears during his class.
Suho rakes his eyes to drink your appearance in, biting his lips as he takes off his tie. ''Dance for me, darling.''
So he wants to play this game, huh?
Holding on to his broad shoulders, your hips start swaying slowly– enticing in a way that puts him in a state of daze. Your fingers travel between his strands as you grip and pushes him towards your exposed neck, inviting the professor to dig in.
If Suho did an attempt of hiding his hunger for you, he's surely bad at it.
Smirking, you lean back on your palms, the chair is close enough for you to have them on Suho’s oakwood table.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your soaked panties comes in contact with Suho’s restrained cock through the fabric as you grind forward, hard nipples evident on the thin white shirt underneath the pink cardigan.
Presenting yourself fully in front of him, Suho is certain that you are one hell of a devil. A siren sent to tempt him, seduce him and lure him to a one-way ticket to hell.
Others would say he should've resisted, he should've been a loyal dog to his work lest he gets fired and strips off the chances to apply for other universities. But even loyal dogs strays away with a mere sight of a bone, don't they?
You get off of his lap, standing in front of him as you move slowly, swaying to the music only the two of you can hear. If Suho tilts his head a bit, he would see the full view of the white delicate fabric barely covering your ass.
How you were able to get inside the campus with no one calling you out is a mystery he’s yet to solve.
The cropped cardigan coat pools around your feet as you shrug it off your shoulders. Suho crosses his legs, eyes burning holes to your sensually rocking figure. The professor curses when your white shirt comes off and he’s met with a bralette matching your panties.
As you bend over his table, presenting your ass to him– Suho’s last will rips apart.
His grip goes from the flesh of your thighs to the curves of your waist, shoving you to his table with his bulge pressing against the crack of your ass cheeks.
You swear, you might die if that fat cock is not inside any of your holes in the next minute.
So you waste no time grinding on him, moaning wantonly like those porn stars that teenagers love to jack off. Suho lets out profanities. The walls aren't too thick as they look, he hopes covering your mouth tightly will send a signal, or a warning. Whatever way it is that he decode his message.
“Turn around,” He shoves his tongue inside your mouth, licking across every surface, devouring every piece of you. You gasp, arms circling around his neck while trying to keep up with his pace.
The lids of your eyes become heavy, mouth opening to catch breaths you couldn't do using your nose due to an overwhelming build up of tension. Suho’s head remains locked inside your embrace as you arch your back, a hand in his hair didn't know whether to pull away or push the professor.
A yelp escapes your lips when you’re, so suddenly, on your knees. You’re just there, at Suho’s mercy with your teary eyes and hands properly on your thighs, waiting for him to instruct your next steps.
Your fingers fumble eagerly through his belt and sooner, a cock that is above the average length and a girth thicker than any dick you had taken is presented in front of you like a gift.
A tug from your hair pulls you out of your trance, meeting Suho’s sharp and questioning glare when you look up.
''Suck,'' His word leaves no room for anything else.
If your father gets the chance of seeing this, he’d gouge his eyes out in disbelief. He won't be able to fathom the idea that only a word from your college professor would have his precious daughter scrambling obediently.
Ever so cruel– Ahn Suho didn't even offer the slightest bit of a warning. He tugs your head backwards, one hand prying your jaw open as he shoves his thick cock in.
Thank heavens you had lost your gag reflex not long ago, courtesy of endless practice with the same cock, because if not– both of you would be grimacing at the sight of vomit on the floor.
Suho moves inside your throat like it's your pussy he's fucking, indifferent to the slight pain he's inflicting to you and the evident pricking tears in your eyes.
“Shit– look at you, so fucking pretty,” His thumb caresses your cheek gently.
The professor pays no mind to the struggles on your face. The tears running down your pretty face as your nose and eyes slowly gets puffier and redder– if anything, it makes him hornier.
Suho dealt with you long enough to know that you love the pain, and you’re constantly reminded of things you can do should you not approves his actions so he have no qualms. He knows when to stop, and he knows what makes your pussy gush out.
His eyebrows quirks upwards as one of your hands disappears from his vision/ His curiosity is soon replaced with pleasure, and he doesn't have to be a genius to find out what’s going on.
Scoffing mockingly, his grasp tightens, your nose coming in contact with the skin of his pelvis area. Muffled sound of surprise vibrates on Suho’s cock when he forces a foot between your legs, placing it just right where your leaking hole sits.
Embarrassment fills you, blood flushing your cheeks as you desperately moves against the older's leg, eyelids flickering to the new found pleasure.
Suho hums when you begin to bob your head, a thank you. The harder his thrusts are, the more saliva escapes past the corner of your lips. Your cheek’s lower area and your chin are now messily covered in spit.
The fabric of Suho’s slacks darkens as well. You move on and caresses his balls before proceeding to suck them, eliciting a satisfied grunt that assures you’re doing well.
“Yeah, that’s right– oh fuck! Fuck, I’m–”
Unceremoniously, Suho pulls you up and sprawls you on his table. He breaths heavily as he flips your skirt and prods his finger between your pussy cheeks.
Your lips tug upwards. Who else can push your professor to his climax as fast as you could? No one else but you.
A gasp leaves your lips when the ripping sound pierces your ear drums, eyes widening. “Suho, what the fuck?! This is I.D. Sarrieri!”
Chuckles rumble in his chest, not believing the amount of brattiness he’s putting up to. “You need that mouth disciplined,” He groans against the lobe of your ear.
With no more than a slap on your inner thigh, Suho digs in like a starved man, hot tongue diving in his velvet walls while his hands keep your legs firmly open.
The pink muscle explores the insides of your hole more than it did in your mouth, slurping sounds echoing the four walls of the room. Suho then plunges two fingers without a warning, lips encircling your clit next as he sucks loudly, determined to yanking you to the border of euphoria.
“Suho– oh, oh so good!”
Your head thrashes, hands reaching for air before landing on the edges of his table, gripping them as you hold on to the last bits of your sanity. Hips jerking upwards feverishly, making a mess on the professor’s adonis face.
It must be the desperation or the friction you had been receiving since earlier that causes you to finally let go, enabling the older man to have a taste of your sweet juices. Suho is once again humming in satisfaction.
But it's not yet enough, no. He won't be sated, not until he finishes with the pulsating walls stimulating his release.
That intense workouts he does pays off as Suho manhandles you easily, face greeting the board in a harsh press. His eyes darkens when he sees your expression.
“Something funny?” He murmurs, grip tightening on your hair as he raises a brow.
A dazed smile remains on your face. “No, Sir.”
The clutches of Suho’s hand stays on the back of your neck. Your legs fold almost completely as the thick shaft enters you suddenly, sending you to clench at the unexpected penetration, mouth forming an 'o' because of how deep it is-- Your smile widens even more.
Clenching, drools, or simply; a mess. Those are the words Suho would say to describe your current state.
To have his student going jelly over his cock, to have you moaning and thrashing for him– Suho almost wishes he gave in sooner.
“What a fucking sight, huh? I should’ve fucked you when you first came in my class wearing those shorts that could pass as panties. How do you even– fuck–... how do you enter the campus without being dress coded? Ah shit.. do you also suck your other professors’ cock like you do with mine?”
You immediately shake your head. “N-no, Sir! Just you– I only want you!”
“That’s right, baby. You can’t do that to Sir, hmm? You’re fucking mine. You should be grateful I’m fucking you instead of my wife tonight.”
It was a lie. Suho lost any amor for her years ago. But the thought of the irritating wife fuels your desire of leaving your marks on Suho for her to see. For her to remember that Suho had never been and will never be hers.
And the professor knows that. Hence the smug he displays.
Whimpering helplessly, your nails dig into the skin of Suho’s thighs– reaching for whatever you could of him. Your legs shake violently to his rough thrusts, even getting on your toes uncontrollably.
It's electrifying, the pleasure you are getting. No words can amount to how Suho fucks you with so much passion, as if he'd taken up a sex related major in college instead of education and law.
Suho presses his lips against your ears. “Yeah, you like that? You like it when I make your brain all mushy? Always acting smart and mighty in my class only to go dumb over a fucking cock. My stupid bunny, always ready to take a dick inside her hole. Maybe I should do that, huh? Keep you tied up in my bed all the time, make you suck my cock before I got to work for a good luck, then fuck all the frustrations out when I get home. You’d love that, won’t you? You’d love being my personal fuck toy. Wouldn’t you, darling?”
Your head spins as you feel yourself flying away, reaching your own bliss. Tears once again race down your cheeks while your throat remains fucked out that you’re lessen to a babbling mess.
A slap across your ass cheeks sends you jerking, high pitched moans near to seep through the doors and let everyone know the activity shared by the two of you.
“Suho! Yes, yes, yes.. fuck, yes!''
What are you even saying yes for? Is Suho fucking you so good that your brain got mushed up? Did the honored, top of the class student indeed become a dumb, whimpering mess? That stirs pride inside Suho.
He's gonna make sure that you will never seek sexual pleasure from those college frat boys again, he'll make you realize that you only need a man to feel how good sex is.
Merciless thrusts continue despite the clear weakening of your legs, arms catching your waist to hold you up. It as if Suho’s brutal pace messes up your insides, tip continuously bumping against your sweet spot that creates white spots in your vision.
Suho groans loudly and with a slight change of his angle, the vigorous movements become a telltale sign of your climax.
Legs stretching as you stay on your toes, tongue lolling out and eyes crossing– a white ring forms around the girth of Suho’s cock, your moans getting louder as you clench down on him due to overstimulation.
As the rhythms of Suho’s bucking became inconsistent and the harsh grip around your waist became harsher, Suho’s cum fills you like a dam.
You ride your highs together, sharing an intimate and full of tongue kiss as you hear your phone ringing inside your bag.
Pulling out slowly, Suho salivates at the sight of his cum oozing out of your hole. He ushes you to sit on his table once again and goes down on his knees, cleaning up his own mess between your thighs.
Thankfully, your phone is within reach.
“Why did you tell your Mom you went to cram school with me?”
Suho could only stare fondly as you giggle and snicker at the evident irritation in Sieun’s voice.
You have always displayed a professional attitude. From making sure that the fighters are on their best physical health, to keeping them in ‘an arm away’ type of relationship that screams friendly yet professional— you are the best physical therapist the Red Phoenix team ever had.
“Doc, the sore in my right shoulder is not getting any better.”
“Have you been sleeping in the position I told you not to sleep in?” You mumble under your breath as you take a glance at Gotak who’s leaning against the door while you’re partially occupied with Sieun.
“But it’s comfortable,” The man whines.
“Clearly, it’s not if you wake up crying about your shoulder,” With a light chuckle, your hands busy themselves in treating the last cut on your patient’s face. “I’ll massage the knots after Sieun’s done then prepare you an ice bath.”
The sigh of relief escaping Gotak’s lips tells you more than enough about how much he wanted the soreness to go away.
After finishing Sieun’s treatment, you mindlessly dismiss him with a few reminders before turning around and padding towards the other side of the room to get the necessary equipments for next one. The boys are not new to these routines hence you expected Gotak sitting in front of you, only to meet an entirely different man.
“Oi, Ahn Suho–! I was lined up next,” Hyuntak frowns at the man like a child and attempts to push him off the bed but Suho remains still, eyes staring at you.
“I think I have bruises on my back,” Suho states calmly, ignoring the complaining man beside him.
“Ah, why do you always do this?! I was here first, you told me you were going to shower! Doc, tell him I was here first!”
A snort comes from you easily. You’ll never get used in seeing men– who fight and beat up each other as a sport– act so.. infantile?
Settling on your chair, you face them both. “What part of your back have bruises?”
The immediate betrayal on Gotak’s is comical. He gasps and cover his mouth using both of his hand, even stumbling back before holding onto something near. One might see him and think he’s an actor.
Suho, uncaring, reaches for the back of his shirt’s collar and tugs the whole shirt off of him.
Voices outside the room grows closer, eventually reaching the door just in time. At the entrance, stands Baku, Wooyoung, and a rookie named Juntae. No words are need to convey the confusion on their face.
“They–.. They– this two!” Gotak points at you and Suho accusingly, like you’ve done something illegal. “The doctor is giving Suho a special treatment!”
“Special Treatment?!” The booming collective voices of them three echoes the whole gym.
You are quick to cut off the impending comments as you stand up on your feet and usher them out of the room.
“It’s like taking care of toddlers,” The words come out of your mouth more harshly than you intended. Suho chuckles nonetheless, shaking his head. “Where’s your bruises?”
The ointment slips from your fingers and lands back on its tray as Suho pulls you. His legs spread to have you in between as though instinctively, hands itching so much that he couldn't help but to grab your waist.
“I was lying,”
“Ahn Suho!” Your palm makes contact with his back shoulder, hitting him enough for a pink mark to emerge eliciting a surprised yelp. You doubt he felt an actual pain though, the MMA fighter have a pain tolerance that isn’t seen on an average human.
Tsking, you fight the urge to nag at him– but the health of his teammates matter too!
“Seriously, you have to stop doing that. What if they have a serious injury that I can’t see without thoroughly checking them?”
Suho heave a sigh, dumping his weight on you as he rest his head against your stomach, uncaring if his face is smushed up. He lets himself relax, taking in the warmth and safety seeping through your skin. “They’ll be fine.. I won’t do it again, I promise. I just missed you so bad.”
The corner of your lips tugs upwards adoringly, your mind switches off from being a physical therapist to the lover that Suho needs.
No matter how much he’s been denying it, you know the stress he’s putting himself through. The championship is nearing, and he’s facing a fighter that has a reputation of playing unfair and adamant in not losing– Na Baekjin. It also doesn’t help that Baekjin managed to win against Baku, someone that Suho admittingly confirms is far stronger than him.
“Baby,” You murmur soothingly, running your hand through the strands of his hair, pushing them back in order to see a clear view of his face.
Bending a bit, you cup Suho’s face in your palms and pepper him with gentle kisses. From his chin and jaw, to the softness of his cheeks, to his forehead and tip of his nose, and finally, to the plump lips that’s been waiting for yours.
There’s no more words exchanged between the two of you as Suho grounds himself with your presence.
synopsis: Suho wakes up without you beside him, and later at night, he found you flirting with another man. Too bad, because for him— if he can't have you, no one can.
A/N: first work in the whc community, and first writing after 3 years of break. tell me what you think about it!
requests are open.
One would squint their eyes, losing themselves to the rhythm of blasting music as they let the dizzy haze caused by the alcohol consume their body— but not him. Bright lights flashes across Suho’s face amidst the initial darkness of the room. The whiskey sloshes inside his rocks glass, circling the ice. Despite drinking the same liquor ever since the sky got dark, Suho doesn’t feel lighthearted nor tipsy from it.
Instead, he gets drunk on the way your black body con dress hugs your curves perfectly, accentuating the physical features he desires so much it hurts to admit it. Every shadow created by your form and the flickering lights inside the club sends his cock stiffening as the clock ticks.
You’re so fucking beautiful. That kind of face he would be ecstatic to show off hanging by his arm as he tells the world that you’re his and no one else’s.
So imagine how much it wounds him when he woke up this morning and founds out that the other side of the bed had gone cold. Too cold that the other parts of his penthouse feels icy as well, showing no signs of life other than his.
The streets say coming across Ahn Suho is worse than meeting death. From his blank yet chilling stare to his unwavering decisions on the lives of people that wronged him. He’s neither remorseful nor guilty from all the blood that covered his skin.
Turn the lights on, he phrases. The set of words made rounds and established itself as something one wouldn’t wish to hear. Because Suho doesn’t usually handle problems himself, but when he takes matter in to his own hands? He doesn’t just kill them. He sucks the life out of them.
And now, as he watches you exchange giggles with someone, looking happier then you were with him– Suho feels the green hue of jealousy running through his veins, pumping the same hue to the every inch of his body.
Is he the reason why you left him this morning? Is he the reason why you’re not beside Suho, batting your pretty eyes and whispering sweet pleas against his ears?
The rocks glass previously on his hold is now on the table as Suho walks where you are seated. He dangles the unopened bottle of whiskey in front of the man’s face, catching both of your attention. You stand up, mouth agape, as you leave the man alone on the couch.
“Suho?”
Your call of his name falls to deaf ears. And a rather numbing series of screams fills your ears after Suho smashes the glass bottle on the man’s head, sending him laying on the couch bleeding and unmoving.
Suho walks around the table separating the both of them and picks him up in a sitting position by his collar. “Don’t worry, it’s on the house.”
He shoves the man’s chest and pulls out his gun. Three resounding gunshots ring inside the club, each closely shot in no more than an arm away from the man’s face. There’s no patrons left in the dance floor, none on the couches and seats as well. Except for the staffs who are rushing to close the doors, and the group of men sitting in the balcony of VIP section, Suho’s men.
You watch as he picks up the neck of the shattered bottle, and winces when he gauges the pair of eyeballs, throwing it somewhere for his staff to find out later. Now there are six holes in Koo Wooyoung’s face. Two for his eye sockets, one for his mouth, one on his forehead, and one on the each side of his cheeks.
Suho throws away the bottle, wiping down his bloodied hands on his pants. Then, he turns to you.
A hitched breath interrupts your lungs, observing the remaining blood stains on his skin.
“Am I next… ?”
Suho lets out a deep chuckle, shaking his head. He caresses your cheek, gaze drifting to your lips. “Oh yes, you are. I’ve got a lot of things coming for you, pretty.”
A smile stretches your face as Suho surges for a deep torrid kiss, almost immediately diving his tongue in your mouth. It’s messy and full of spit. Normally, you wouldn’t want to ruin your look and makeout beside a corpse but nothing is normal when it comes to Ahn Suho.
He picks you up by a hand wrapped around your waist and another on your leg, blindly striding towards the counter. Placing you on top of it, his kisses travels to your neck, littering bruises anywhere his mouth could reach. Suho’s hands then busies themselves exploring your body, arriving at the hem of your dress. He gathers fabric just enough to fit in his fist and bunches it upwards past your hips.
The pads of his fingers comes in contact with your soaked panties, earning a whimper from you and a pleased hum from Suho. Oh how he loves being reminded how much effect he has on you. He’s blissful as he feels the slimy wetness coating his fingers, almost letting him slide in with no trouble.
“Suho..”
The man hums in response to your call, dragging your dress’ padded chest area and tugs it downwards, revealing your breasts together with your nipples perked up just as how Suho likes it. His mouth leaves no space of time, immediately coming down to suck on your bud loudly while the other plays with it to bring the same amount of pleasure.
You draw your head back, eyes close shut, basking in attention and near worshipping Suho is doing to your body. The way he lick every part he lays his eyes on. The sound he makes when he tastes you on his fingers. The unconsciously desperate humps of his hips against your knee. There’s no hint of him masking it nor desire of hiding it in privacy. After all, it is no secret that you are Suho’s kryptonite.
You’re all he needs to crumble down.
“Fuck,” A smirk curls on your lips at the breathless whisper from the man. Your hand finds itself tangled in Suho’s hair, pulling his head backwards as you press you lips against his ears.
“Say it,” You peck the side of his head lightly. “Say it, Suho. Let them hear you.”
The said man shivers in your hold. Groaning at the loss of feeling your nipples on his tongue, he meets your eyes, lids heavy and seemingly short of air. “Darling.. please, let me taste you.”
You chuckle softly, satisfied by his pleas and the obvious shock on his goons’ faces. They try hard not to listen, to ignore whatever goes down between the two of you and focus on watching the surroundings on alert. Yet the rare image of their kingpin begging makes it hard to do so.
At your approval, Suho sinks down to his knees in no time and dives his face deep in your cunt. You moan, leaning back as you use your palms as a leverage, gasping following Suho’s tongue gliding across your pussy before slurping your juices. He grips your thigh, even more fueled by the sweet taste on his tongue.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” His tongue, a weapon honed by years of intimidation, now trembles as it explores the hidden depths within you. Each thrust is a controlled explosion, a release of the simmering tension that built between you.
"Suho–! Fuck!" Your voice, usually a silken whisper, is now a raw, desperate plea. It is a sound that resonates deep within him, a reminder of the power you hold over him.
He pins you down, his grip not entirely gentle, but not the brutal dominance he usually exudes. There is a subtle tremor in his hands, a barely perceptible shift in his gaze, as if he is struggling to maintain control.
His lips devour you, not with the predatory hunger of a wolf, but with a focused intensity that borders on obsession. His fingers, usually instruments of control, now move with a frantic urgency, each stroke a desperate attempt to reach a crescendo.
As your climax nears, your body convulses beneath him, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. Suho watches, his gaze unwavering, as your eyes roll back, your name escaping your lips in a series of broken gasps.
In that moment, the kingpin, the man who rules the underworld, is nothing more than a man, utterly consumed by your pleasure. The fear he instills in others is replaced by a quiet desperation, a subtle crumble in his facade, a reminder that even the most powerful men can be brought to their knees by the sheer force of your desire.
He pulls away abruptly, a primal need surging through him. Rising to his feet, he begins to strip, his movements a blur of dark intent. He returns, a vision of raw power, his pants and boxers discarded, revealing a magnificent specimen – long, thick, and crowned with an angry tip.
Suho pumps his cock, his gaze fixed on your flushed face, on the way your breath hitches in your throat.
You meet his gaze, a defiant glint in your own eyes. "Go on."
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "As you wish."
He nudges your legs open, a low growl escaping his throat as his cock breaches the entrance, the friction igniting a fire within you. You arch your back, meeting his thrust with your own, a silent challenge.
"You're more eager than I anticipated," he murmurs, his voice a low growl.
You simply smirk, a silent invitation to continue.
He wraps his hand around your knee, folding your body until it touches the cool, hard surface of the counter, deepening the thrust, a painful pleasure that makes you gasp. "Fuck– do you see that, darling? Look at your stomach, shit, it's bulging. Am I too big for your tight pussy?"
He pins you against the counter, his weight heavy, his gaze intense.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asks, his voice a low growl.
You meet his gaze, your own filled with a mixture of pleasure and defiance. "Exceedingly."
"Good. You should be." He plows into you, a relentless rhythm that blurs your vision, white spots dancing before your eyes.
You grip the edge of the counter, your nails digging into the cool surface, a low moan escaping your lips. "Harder."
He smirks, increasing the pace and intensity of his thrusts. "As you wish."
You white out, shuddering against the hard, unforgiving surface of the counter, your body arching, your name escaping your lips in a series of broken gasps. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he reaches his own peak, pulling out to finish on your back.
He leans in and kisses you, a soft, teasing kiss that send shivers down your spine. Suho pulls away, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Now," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "Let's go home, my love."
He fixes your dress and brushes the hair off of your shoulders, pressing another kiss before he places an arm on your waist, guiding you out of his club. The group of men behind falls into a formation behind him, signalling the remaining staffs to clean up the mess. You look over your shoulder to take one last look of the deformed body. And to your surprise, no guilt rushes in your veins.
Instead, what you feel is a strange sense of anticipation, a mixture of excitement and desire.
You know this is just the beginning.
The beginning of a life you’ve never thought you’d live.
Apparently, from what I hear people say, in the new Tumblr update, if someone reblogs your post and adds a comment of their own, that reblog is counted as a new post and it belongs to the reblogger. Not you. You, as the OP, do not get the notifications if someone else later reblogs from the person who reblogged your post with their own comment. You can’t see what comments people leave on the reblogs of the post you originally made unless they reblogged directly from you.
If this is actually true, it will just open doors for harassment. And also it takes the credits away from the OPs. Tumblr’s etiquette has always been “reblog don’t repost”. So this new update, if true, contradicts the whole core values of Tumblr as a community.
Respectfully, we don’t want this @staff @support @tumblr @changes please listen to your users.
I’d also like to clarify that this is what I hear from what a lot of people are saying, and it bothers me. But if I got anything wrong, I do apologize.
summary: neteyam lets his little siblings have whatever they want, especially tuktirey. she’s just so cute! how could you say no to that face? usually he would h no problem letting her have what she want but when it came to you, he found himself not wanting to compromise.
tuk’s affection for you held that peculiar purity only children manage. there was an instinctive possessiveness, lacking any calculated thought, and an unrestrained loyalty that was evident in every shared touch. when those thin limbs curled around your waist or her tiny fingers traced a path through the ferns to a mossy nook she’d quietly claimed as yours both, neteyam never found reason to protest against it. she’d press her face into your ribs when you sat, call you her extra sister. she was so tiny, still missing a back molar, over-enunciating her r sounds, and everything in her life fit neatly into yes or no, want or don’t. she admired you with barely restrained conviction because you never told her no. your lap was warmer than her woven cot, and you told stories with your whole face and let her interrupt them. she always won when you played, and you never brought it up. for a long stretch, all of it was uncomplicated and entirely sweet.
fruit started flying past his ears whenever you climbed onto his ikran instead of walking back with tuk. she’d go quiet for a second, then launch a half-ripe piece of yovo in a movement that she thought was sneaky. he’d barely sit down beside you at mealtime before she’d twist in from your other side, make noise just to drown him out, latch onto whatever sentence he’d begun since she meant to finish it better. she’d stop playing altogether if you weren’t the one she got to chase. hunter-hunted became something she wouldn’t even consider unless you promised to run slow. one night after you left early, she burst into tears without warning. when their mother pressed, tuk slapped her arm across her eyes and said it wasn’t fair that neteyam had stolen you. whenever he came near, she’d press herself harder into your side. speak louder when he murmured something only for you. your name came out of her mouth first, louder than necessary.
you never scolded her, it was impossible to not find her actions endearing. then again, maybe that’s what made it worse.
neteyam had given up so many things, always with that too-old composure jake mistook for maturity, always paired together with that quiet bow of the head that made kiri roll her eyes and lo’ak feel weirdly guilty. when kiri wanted the biggest tswin feathers, he let her keep them, even if he’d found them first. he had let lo’ak win the race back from the eastern cliff more times than could be counted, even when his own stride outmatched his brother’s and his lungs ached to gloat. he never challenged them when they interrupted. he gave away his portions when tuk asked. he stayed behind when others got to fly out further. he let them talk over him, take over the better hunting posts, climb higher on the vines. when his parents were overwhelmed, he’d take on both patrol and babysitting duty, never once breathing resentment. he gave, and gave, and gave. what he wasn’t willing to give was you.
you weren’t even trying to make it worse, which made your unintentional negligence feel doubly cruel. you were kind to tuk, and it created this illusion for her that she had any claim over you at all. tuk didn’t understand the meaning of your gaze when neteyam caught it during late watches, nor did she notice the way your hands lingered too long when you helped him tie back his hair after long days of flight. neteyam noticed. tuk did not. or maybe she did, and it made her angry. maybe she did, and it made her bold.
“she’s my best friend,” tuk announced one evening, nose wrinkled, arms crossed, expression ripe with the kind of territorial conviction only a baby sister could manufacture.
neteyam turned away from the half-broken spear he’d been repairing. his brow arched, deliberate. “you don’t even know what that means.”
“do too,” she snapped. “means she belongs to me.”
you were sitting between them, quiet when you were entertained and nervous at once. your eyes had darted to neteyam’s face, then tuk’s, then back again. tuk pressed into your side harder, chest puffed out, small but loud. you tried to smile at her. she was just a girl, you reminded yourself. this was harmless.
neteyam disagreed. he leaned back on one arm, muscles stiffening under the stretch of his chest. he looked so smug, so settled. “doesn’t work that way, tuk-tuk.”
she squinted. “why not?”
“because,” he said, hand sliding behind your back under the pretense of stretching, “she picked me.”
you gasped so softly it was barely audible. tuk stared, neteyam smirked. you were sure he’d never looked more insufferable.
“no she didn’t!” tuk shrieked. “she plays with me every day! we pick berries together! we made bracelets! she taught me to ride! she sleeps in my tent when she visits!”
he nodded, nodding too patiently. “that’s true. she also kissed me behind the fire ring last moon. what did she do with you again?”
“neteyam!” you smacked his chest, scandalized. tuk was shrieking. neteyam grabbed your wrist mid-smack, fingers wrapping around your pulse. you couldn’t pull away, and not just because of his grip. his smile wasn’t sly anymore.
“you said you didn’t want a mate yet,” she accused, tiny arms crossed over her chest, mouth turned. “you said you don’t even like the boys in the village.”
your lips parted, “i said i didn’t like most of them.”
neteyam grinned against your shoulder and leaned forward, so your faces nearly touched. you laughed a little and elbowed him, but didn’t move away. you always let him stay close.
“i’m not a boy in the village,” he murmured, tongue clicking against the back of his teeth, “i’m your future mate.”
tuk made a disgusted sound. “no, i’m her mate!”
you looked between them. neteyam was still grinning, cheek resting against his fist, utterly unfazed. tuk was shaking with fury, fists balled, braids shaking. her cheeks were pink, teeth bared.
“you can’t even hunt yet,” he said, barely suppressing a laugh.
“i will!” tuk shouted. “and she loves me more!”
“does she?” neteyam tilted his head at you, “does she love you more than me?”
“you’re being mean,” tuk snapped. “you always give me what i want!”
he finally looked at her. “not this.” tuk’s lip wobbled.
you told tuk the next day that you’d always love her, but that neteyam was different. she didn’t understand, and maybe she never would. she pouted for three days. neteyam was smug the whole time. you ignored them both until you couldn’t anymore. when you kissed him in the mouth of the forest, behind a tree tuk couldn’t climb, neteyam kept laughing into your mouth. every time you tried to silence him, he just laughed harder. he was so happy. you hated it but you kissed him again.
not this time, he thought.
author’s note: this is a repost :3 PLEASEEEE send requests!!! i mean if you want. rise and shine avatar fandom it’s time to rise from the dead!
Your breath picks up a tad bit faster as you bite your lip in hesitation. Upon planning how this day will go, it never crossed your mind. But as you loomed over your panting boyfriend with a promise to give him anything he wants, you suppose it’s inevitable.
“Baby, please..” Mark reaches out for your hips, pawing at them. Desperation undoubtedly laces off his words, just as his face.
You allow him to coax you further up on his body until your dripping core is above where his mouth awaits.
“Promise to tap my legs when you can’t breathe anymore or want out of this?”
“Worry not— we both know I could easily carry you off of me, love.” A cheeky remark from him to which you roll your eyes at. Mark thumbs your inner thigh, unable to take his gaze off your pussy. “Now, can I please please have you sit on my face?”
His glassy eyes look up at you. And you sigh, knowing pleasuring you had always been Mark’s joy.
“Promise me, first.” You say firmly.
This time, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to sigh. “It’s hardly necessary.”
“It is, actually. I’m quite sending you here to your death sentence.”
“What—“
“Mark!”
“Alright, fine! Fine, I promise!” Mark kisses your clit softly before running his tongue all over the expanse of your fold. “I promise, babe. Now, can I have the time of my life suffocating between your delicious thighs?”
You let out an exasperated sound as you finally give in. Brushing your finger through Mark’s hair for the last time, you find leverage in the bed post and lower your body to meet Mark’s eager tongue.
“Yes,” His muffled words vibrate.
Mark’s tongue, skillful as it had always been, flickers over her clit. He encloses his lips around it, sucking and nibbling the button to its soreness. Your legs shake and your moans quiver, the movement of your hips unconsciously starts.
“Oh gods— Mark!”
He crane his neck in an attempt to bury his face deeper in you, humming when he succeeds. Though still, Mark finds himself unfulfilled. Your juices may be dripping along his jaw right now but it’s only halfway to what he truly wants.
Mark wants you to sit on his face. Like he’s just some chair made for you specifically to rest on.
And even if he understands your concern for him, Mark can get stubborn when he likes to.
He stretches a hand from your stomach to your breast, coming in contact with your perked nipple. Trapping it between his forefinger and thumb, Mark pinches and pulls just the way you like it, eliciting a wanton wail from you as you buck up your hips over his mouth faster.
Your knee slips from all the squirming, causing you to rest the entirety of your bodyweight solely on Mark’s mouth and nose.
And your boyfriend moans loudly. With his eyes crossed.
Before you can scramble off of him, afraid to cut off his air, Mark’s arms already lock your thighs tightly to his cheeks as he indulges himself in his most delicious feast.
“Just like that, babe. Ride my face.”
His fingers dig into your skin as he coaxes you to move your hips in a way that his tongue goes in and out of your hole while you clit bumps against his nose. Your hands fly aimlessly, not knowing whether to pull his hair, grip the sheet below you, or hold on to the bedpost for dear life.
You opt for the first option, grabbing a handful of his hair as your free hand reprises what he was doing earlier to your breast. Your head hung between your shoulders, eyes shut tightly as moans endlessly escape you.
Mark relentlessly laps you up, ignoring his lung’s call for air because fuck is it worth it to have coming all over his tongue rather than come up for a break. It’s no joke when he says he’d die eating your pussy.
“Come on, babe. Fuck my tongue.”
His hand lands a slap across your ass cheek and you come on him hard. The shaking of your legs paired with sensitivity causes you to clamp them on Mark tightly, an action he welcomed gratefully as his tongue didn’t falter even a second. Mark cleans you up, maybe even planned to bring you to another orgasm when you pulled away from him.
“I-I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize I was sitting—“
“Sorry?” Mark chuckles and sits up, placing on his lap. “What on earth are you sorry for? That was fucking hot the only thing that prevented me from busting a nut is because I wanted to do it inside you.”
Blood rushes up to your cheeks as you swat his arm. Smiling menacingly, Mark buries his head on your neck and kisses along your skin until you’re a giggling mess.
“Babe,” He breathes out on your skin.
“Hmm?”
“If I don’t get to fuck your lovely cunt sooner, my death sentence might be cut short.”
You double down laughing on the bed as Mark’s eyes darken.
Your breath picks up a tad bit faster as you bite your lip in hesitation. Upon planning how this day will go, it never crossed your mind. But as you loomed over your panting boyfriend with a promise to give him anything he wants, you suppose it’s inevitable.
“Baby, please..” Mark reaches out for your hips, pawing at them. Desperation undoubtedly laces off his words, just as his face.
You allow him to coax you further up on his body until your dripping core is above where his mouth awaits.
“Promise to tap my legs when you can’t breathe anymore or want out of this?”
“Worry not— we both know I could easily carry you off of me, love.” A cheeky remark from him to which you roll your eyes at. Mark thumbs your inner thigh, unable to take his gaze off your pussy. “Now, can I please please have you sit on my face?”
His glassy eyes look up at you. And you sigh, knowing pleasuring you had always been Mark’s joy.
“Promise me, first.” You say firmly.
This time, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to sigh. “It’s hardly necessary.”
“It is, actually. I’m quite sending you here to your death sentence.”
“What—“
“Mark!”
“Alright, fine! Fine, I promise!” Mark kisses your clit softly before running his tongue all over the expanse of your fold. “I promise, babe. Now, can I have the time of my life suffocating between your delicious thighs?”
You let out an exasperated sound as you finally give in. Brushing your finger through Mark’s hair for the last time, you find leverage in the bed post and lower your body to meet Mark’s eager tongue.
“Yes,” His muffled words vibrate.
Mark’s tongue, skillful as it had always been, flickers over her clit. He encloses his lips around it, sucking and nibbling the button to its soreness. Your legs shake and your moans quiver, the movement of your hips unconsciously starts.
“Oh gods— Mark!”
He crane his neck in an attempt to bury his face deeper in you, humming when he succeeds. Though still, Mark finds himself unfulfilled. Your juices may be dripping along his jaw right now but it’s only halfway to what he truly wants.
Mark wants you to sit on his face. Like he’s just some chair made for you specifically to rest on.
And even if he understands your concern for him, Mark can get stubborn when he likes to.
He stretches a hand from your stomach to your breast, coming in contact with your perked nipple. Trapping it between his forefinger and thumb, Mark pinches and pulls just the way you like it, eliciting a wanton wail from you as you buck up your hips over his mouth faster.
Your knee slips from all the squirming, causing you to rest the entirety of your bodyweight solely on Mark’s mouth and nose.
And your boyfriend moans loudly. With his eyes crossed.
Before you can scramble off of him, afraid to cut off his air, Mark’s arms already lock your thighs tightly to his cheeks as he indulges himself in his most delicious feast.
“Just like that, babe. Ride my face.”
His fingers dig into your skin as he coaxes you to move your hips in a way that his tongue goes in and out of your hole while you clit bumps against his nose. Your hands fly aimlessly, not knowing whether to pull his hair, grip the sheet below you, or hold on to the bedpost for dear life.
You opt for the first option, grabbing a handful of his hair as your free hand reprises what he was doing earlier to your breast. Your head hung between your shoulders, eyes shut tightly as moans endlessly escape you.
Mark relentlessly laps you up, ignoring his lung’s call for air because fuck is it worth it to have coming all over his tongue rather than come up for a break. It’s no joke when he says he’d die eating your pussy.
“Come on, babe. Fuck my tongue.”
His hand lands a slap across your ass cheek and you come on him hard. The shaking of your legs paired with sensitivity causes you to clamp them on Mark tightly, an action he welcomed gratefully as his tongue didn’t falter even a second. Mark cleans you up, maybe even planned to bring you to another orgasm when you pulled away from him.
“I-I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize I was sitting—“
“Sorry?” Mark chuckles and sits up, placing on his lap. “What on earth are you sorry for? That was fucking hot the only thing that prevented me from busting a nut is because I wanted to do it inside you.”
Blood rushes up to your cheeks as you swat his arm. Smiling menacingly, Mark buries his head on your neck and kisses along your skin until you’re a giggling mess.
“Babe,” He breathes out on your skin.
“Hmm?”
“If I don’t get to fuck your lovely cunt sooner, my death sentence might be cut short.”
You double down laughing on the bed as Mark’s eyes darken.
WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie
SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.
A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!
An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.
At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.
“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.
Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.
“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.
Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”
Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.
“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.
Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”
Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.
You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?
“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.
Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.
“I—…”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”
The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.
“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”
You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.
“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.
His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.
“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”
Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”
He’s far too gone in his subspace.
God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.
“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”
His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”
His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.
“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”
The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?
“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”
In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.
“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”
Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.
The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.
“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”
“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.
“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”
A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.
You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.
“I really miss you, you know?”
Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.
“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”
“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.
“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”
“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.
“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”
Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.
2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.
Your breath picks up a tad bit faster as you bite your lip in hesitation. Upon planning how this day will go, it never crossed your mind. But as you loomed over your panting boyfriend with a promise to give him anything he wants, you suppose it’s inevitable.
“Baby, please..” Mark reaches out for your hips, pawing at them. Desperation undoubtedly laces off his words, just as his face.
You allow him to coax you further up on his body until your dripping core is above where his mouth awaits.
“Promise to tap my legs when you can’t breathe anymore or want out of this?”
“Worry not— we both know I could easily carry you off of me, love.” A cheeky remark from him to which you roll your eyes at. Mark thumbs your inner thigh, unable to take his gaze off your pussy. “Now, can I please please have you sit on my face?”
His glassy eyes look up at you. And you sigh, knowing pleasuring you had always been Mark’s joy.
“Promise me, first.” You say firmly.
This time, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to sigh. “It’s hardly necessary.”
“It is, actually. I’m quite sending you here to your death sentence.”
“What—“
“Mark!”
“Alright, fine! Fine, I promise!” Mark kisses your clit softly before running his tongue all over the expanse of your fold. “I promise, babe. Now, can I have the time of my life suffocating between your delicious thighs?”
You let out an exasperated sound as you finally give in. Brushing your finger through Mark’s hair for the last time, you find leverage in the bed post and lower your body to meet Mark’s eager tongue.
“Yes,” His muffled words vibrate.
Mark’s tongue, skillful as it had always been, flickers over your clit. He encloses his lips around it, sucking and nibbling the button to its soreness. Your legs shake and your moans quiver, the movement of your hips unconsciously starts.
“Oh gods— Mark!”
He crane his neck in an attempt to bury his face deeper in you, humming when he succeeds. Though still, Mark finds himself unfulfilled. Your juices may be dripping along his jaw right now but it’s only halfway to what he truly wants.
Mark wants you to sit on his face. Like he’s just some chair made for you specifically to rest on.
And even if he understands your concern for him, Mark can get stubborn when he likes to.
He stretches a hand from your stomach to your breast, coming in contact with your perked nipple. Trapping it between his forefinger and thumb, Mark pinches and pulls just the way you like it, eliciting a wanton wail from you as you buck up your hips over his mouth faster.
Your knee slips from all the squirming, causing you to rest the entirety of your bodyweight solely on Mark’s mouth and nose.
And your boyfriend moans loudly. With his eyes crossed.
Before you can scramble off of him, afraid to cut off his air, Mark’s arms already lock your thighs tightly to his cheeks as he indulges himself in his most delicious feast.
“Just like that, babe. Ride my face.”
His fingers dig into your skin as he coaxes you to move your hips in a way that his tongue goes in and out of your hole while you clit bumps against his nose. Your hands fly aimlessly, not knowing whether to pull his hair, grip the sheets below you, or hold on to the bedpost for dear life.
You opt for the first option, grabbing a handful of his hair as your free hand reprises what he was doing earlier to your breast. Your head hung between your shoulders, eyes shut tightly as moans endlessly escape you.
Mark relentlessly laps you up, ignoring his lungs’ call for air because fuck is it worth it to have coming all over his tongue rather than come up for a break. It’s no joke when he says he’d die eating your pussy.
“Come on, babe. Fuck my tongue.”
His hand lands a slap across your ass cheek and you come on him hard. The shaking of your legs paired with sensitivity causes you to clamp them on Mark tightly, an action he welcomed gratefully as his tongue didn’t falter even a second. Mark cleans you up, maybe even planned to bring you to another orgasm when you pulled away from him.
“I-I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize I was sitting—“
“Sorry?” Mark chuckles and sits up, placing on his lap. “What on earth are you sorry for? That was fucking hot the only thing that prevented me from busting a nut is because I wanted to do it inside you.”
Blood rushes up to your cheeks as you swat his arm. Smiling menacingly, Mark buries his head on your neck and kisses along your skin until you’re a giggling mess.
“Babe,” He breathes out on your skin.
“Hmm?”
“If I don’t get to fuck your lovely cunt sooner, my death sentence might be cut short.”
You double down laughing on the bed as Mark’s eyes darken.
WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie
SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.
A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!
An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.
At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.
“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.
Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.
“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.
Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”
Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.
“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.
Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”
Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.
You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?
“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.
Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.
“I—…”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”
The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.
“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”
You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.
“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.
His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.
“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”
Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”
He’s far too gone in his subspace.
God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.
“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”
His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”
His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.
“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”
The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?
“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”
In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.
“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”
Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.
The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.
“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”
“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.
“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”
A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.
You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.
“I really miss you, you know?”
Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.
“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”
“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.
“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”
“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.
“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”
Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.
2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.
“Fuck,” You whisper under your breath as you see a glimpse of your skirt flying to the other side of the car. You then hear a grunt from Haechan, his black leather jacket and plain shirt in the same color joining your skirt.
Neither of you knows when and how you ended up in this position. Though, you do know that it started when your eyes met his from across Jihoon’s house.
“Chew him up, dear,” Ningning cackles in your ear when she catches you and Haechan arguing whether you’ll do ‘beerpong’ or ‘truth or dare’.
And chew him up you did. Just in another way.
Haechan swoops the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss once again, shoving his tongue in your mouth knowing well it’s welcomed and expected. His free hand travels down to your bare legs, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.
The car is hot and you’re dripping in sweat, yet it didn’t stop Haechan from wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you impossibly closer and licks the expanse of your shoulder to your neck. He hums in satisfaction.
You push him by the shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair. “You’re such a freak,”
He scoffs and sports a cocky smirk. Haechan lifts you on his lap before dropping your weight down, effectively slipping his length fully deep in to your pussy. Gasping harshly, your hands scramble to find leverage on the same shoulders you pushed a moment ago.
“Cat got your tongue?” Haechan slips out his cock just before the tip and roughly thrusts it back in, punching out a whimper bordering the lines of a yelp out of you.
“Shut—“ You pull away and lean on the passenger seat’s backrest. Your hand then makes its way to cover Haechan’s mouth. “Up,”
Despite only having the upper part of his face visible, you could still see the way his eyes gleam with slyness. Just like that, annoyance bubbles inside you once again.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” You mutter irritably as your grip goes from hovering over his lips to his throat.
Instead of bouncing, your hips swirl around his hard length. You lean forward just enough to look him straight in his eyes and watch as it rolls to the back of his head, his mouth falls open as he basks in pleasure.
Haechan swears the combination of our warm walls tightening continuously with your hand choking him just how he likes it will be the death of him.
Dying in the hands of the most insufferable and annoyingly attractive person he had ever seen is something he never planned, but was nevertheless finally accepted.
“Ah shit,” It’s a whimper that escapes Haechan’s lips.
“Close?” You stop your movements and ask tauntingly.
He thrusts his hips upwards, as if frustrated. “Move,”
A brow raises due to his order. Your grip closes on his throat a little tighter.
Irritated, he looks you in the eye in an attempt to challenge your power over him. To his dismay, Haechan melts underneath you as you slip out of his cock. His prior firmness turns into a mush.
He grunts and tries to resume his thrusts. “I swear to— I’m close,”
“Yeah?” You let out a laugh.
“Yeah,”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
Haechan calls out your name. “Make me come,”
“Make you come?”
He gulps, determined not to back down. And yet once squeeze and a raise of his brow, he lets out an exhale.
“Please,” Haechan finally says. “Please, make me come.”
Satisfied, a smile stretches in the corner of your lips as you place a kiss on his forehead and lips.
