Suguru is one of the strongest and that’s no doubt.
And anything that comes with being the strongest means you’d have to have some sort of ego.
His ego is big but not like his boisterous, high energy, all around the place like Satoru’s was.
No.
His is different, a different type of energy. He looks and acts like a more toned down version of Satoru in a way. Don’t get me wrong, Suguru does have an ego, I’m not denying that. But his is in your face but his words make you stop and think. He likes saying things to make you think. He’s a smart man so he likes teaching you things as well. It was different having him as a boyfriend because he’s still ego driven just in a different way now.
No, he doesn’t call you weak or useless. He’s just soft but mean and terrifyingly calm. You see Suguru is the one that likes to play with your mind. He wants to see how much his girlfriend can take. He always loves giving you your orgasms faster when you’re close and encourage you softly. But he never once took it unpredictably slow.
Both of your schedules were tight so you kinda had no time to be taking it slow but when you both get those easy days off from missions it’s back to that soft and gentle mood. Another thing he loves doing is teasing you. Not in the way where he snatches something important away from you but saying something clever that goes over your head in the moment. It’s playful and slick. It’s not like you were complaining anyways, because during sex he would do it more on a tender level and change his tone to a sweet hypnotic lullaby. He’s not afraid of showing you how much of a pretty mean man he can be so now he wants to take it further and slow down his pace and let your body surrender. Don’t resist. He doesn’t want your body to resist him, ever. He wants you to be safe. He wants you to feel safe.
He has to start with your lust, it just makes sense to him. He has to take care of you. But as he is mean he is also sweet. His sweet words coaxing you when you need to do something important or just need some encouragement. He believes in you when you just stop stressing and let go. He’ll mock sympathy cruelly when you’re so close. He’s not going to stop when your crying or shaking, it’s just your body's natural response. He’ll plant that into your mind subconsciously. That your body should let him take care of it.
‘Don’t chase your orgasm baby, I’m already giving it to you.’
He’ll hammer it into your brain and let it cement.
He should be your only source of pleasure. That’s what happens when he touches on you slowly.
He likes to cement things into your mind subconsciously so you learn certain behaviors unconsciously, only because of him. All so he can be part of your muscle memory. He likes taunting for a while, but not until you’re so agonizingly close to an orgasm. And when you’re close—he feels, observes your body when it stiffens and stills when he rubs slower on your sore clit when your pussy is creamy and legs are giving out. He needs you to let your body stop, rest and yield.
He wants to rewire your brain and only train your mind for when you stop resisting that temptation to ride out for what he’s already giving your aching body. He’s so mean when you can’t stop cumming. He rubs you until you absolutely start begging for it—and when you warn him when you’re about to cum the bastard goes slow enough for a whine to almost slip through your trembling lips. He wants you to feel with all your senses and reinforce your body to not chase it, hold it there just for a second longer. Pinching your clitoral hood back and exposing the raw flesh to the air. He’ll pause for a moment and wait.
Wait.
Waiting…
Until the small slow loops start up again making your pussy creamier. Slowly again rubbing softly against your puffy bulging clit. He knows an orgasm can be ruined and he doesn’t wanna leave his poor baby in the dark, you don’t deserve that. You’ve suffered enough so let him take care of you. You should be relaxed and happy. Dragging your pleasure is meant to feel earned but also devotion. And that’s what he likes to do when you get quiet nights like this—in his bed, spread out on display for him, yielding.
A small grazing circle around your hard sensitive clit. He doesn’t want to make his sweetheart worry ever, so he keeps being soft through and through. He’s sort of a gentle man. When he’s in your ear speaking sweet like honey, and you’re melting like ice cream in his hands. He’s so sweet to you but again, he will drag this out for as long as he can before he gives you a real orgasm. And when he does give you a real orgasm he doesn’t stop until your shaking, he stops when your body stops that feeling of chasing the orgasm he’s preparing you for. In his mind you need to be still and accept everything he gives you when giving you pleasure. He doesn’t think you’re weak, he just pity’s you when your mind is deep in subspace. You’re so deep he can’t help but feel a little torn for his sweet girl.
“Poor thing.”
He doesn’t degrade you with awful names like ‘whore’ or ‘slut’. He degrades you softly. When he’s having sex with you he’ll make sure he’s on the forefront of your brain. Every-time. And when you feel all your cum form at your core he notices your straining legs growing boneless and pinches back your clitoral hood, barely and just slowly teasing. Waiting a short second as your instincts were about to snap. Everything clenching and shaking.
He’s so sick in the head.
He rewards you and keeps rubbing your clit in smooth skilled circles.
“Good girl, doing amazing.”
He’ll praise your body after listening to his voice. When you start shaking and crying he doesn’t move faster or go harder, he keeps the same aching pace so you can orgasm intensely and amazingly at his touch. With your over sensitive body you cum violently squirting and creaming all over his hand as your clit swells bigger after the sweet roller coaster. Your body shaking so hard as his hand insists you take more from his strength.
Why is he so sweet and mean?
“Aww, I’m so sorry baby.”
You know he’s not sorry.
He just rubs across your clit even more—completely indifferent to your fat tears running down your pretty puffed up face. You lose it and start sobbing, streaming down your face. A burning sensation in your stomach. Squealing again about how much cum is seeping out. But it didn’t matter. What matters is that he’s finally taking care of it.
“Poor thing can’t resist.” Voice continuing that sweet and calm.
It’s making sure and pressuring the belief to sit and stay. So your body will never disobey him. To feel safe and to feel free. His teaching is making your short circuits turn in your fuzzy haze. But your outer body is so overstimulated from his continuous torture. Now your sobbing out your emotions in a frenzy. He’s so touched by your tears, but he has to keep going to really open up your mind and see what’s inside.
He’s so mean.
You start confessing built up feelings.
“I just wan-wanted to be—your-p-perfect-g-girlll!”
He caresses your hair at the back of your head letting it fall as he comforts you. He wants to know why you feel that way, he can’t help himself. So he rubs a little harder. Keeping your legs bound by a spreader bar. “My poor baby, tell me what’s wrong hm?” So sweet and poisonous.
Oh god did he have to reduce you to this?
A sobbing shaking sad mess.
In his eyes, it’s only necessary.
You shiver and cry more.
“I’m not perfec—t!! Sowhyyy!!??”
You have no clue of what you do to him. He hums and pretends to think as you whimper brokenly. “Hmmm..I love the way you uplift me, I love the way you’re so kind to others,” he massages your scalp. “And I love the way you care about me, I’m so proud of you for staying with me when things get bad, I’m glad that you exist my sweet girl.” His sweet girl.
He appreciates you in every way possible. It’s as simple as that. Let it consume you. It’s love and he wants you to feel it. You must feel it with the way you’re crying right now. And when all is said and done you’ll both be back to curses, following directions, exercising, or doing mundane things and always will think back to this—this feeling. It leads back to love. You think this might be the truest way to experience it with you, with him.
You’ll blush at each-other like it’s the first time again.
He went inside your mind.
This was an interesting experience.
Now it’s time to give you a proper orgasm.
You cry out his name when he pulls your hair back a little. Drool coming down your bottom lip and you just sob. Body sweating and damp. You hear his voice whisper something in your ear. “This is love.” Your brows furrow and you swallow. You make a mess every where. Your cum creaming on his hands even more. It was so messy that you’re so embarrassed. You’ve never orgasmed this much in your life. If you were honest your brain is going to mush. All his words of affirmation went to your pretty little head as you give him everything.
He finally lets go of your clit and pulls back your clit hood, opening your leaking pussy as you pant and shake.
“We made such a mess.”
He’s so proud of you tonight. He’s so proud of you for telling him what’s wrong, he’s so proud of you for everything you do. He’s so proud of you for existing. So let him consume you.
Your conscience is barely sensible at this point. He’s completely insane. You try to look at him but the beat of your heart is too fast and way louder. Your vision is blurry and you can’t focus. There’s so much ringing in your ears you can barely keep up. You feel like you can’t feel anything for a moment in the afterglow.
It was so peaceful. Your eyes were aching from the tears but that’s okay, he’s here with you to make it all better. When you open your eyes again it felt like you were truly present in the moment. With heavy limbs in his arms and rocking you slowly made it feel better. He’s so warm and big. You close your eyes and lean into him further sniffing his scent—feeling your throat hurt from your earlier screams when clearing your throat. “Mmh..” you feel sleep wash over you and cradle you.
You feel so safe.
He’s accomplished helping what’s been on your mind. He’s cleared it out with you. And if you’re struggling he can just help you out again. And again. And again. And again.
He’s so devoted to you
He loves you so much.
You don’t have to deal with anything alone anymore sweet thing. He’ll just fuck it out of you, slowly.
You can’t respond to him no longer. He’s already fucked your poor pussy so good you might’ve fainted. But luckily you were just really, really, really tired right now.
He pouts and lifts your sticky face to look at him—or at least the mess he’s finally acknowledging. And like before you can only moan in response because your body is so fucked out. He thought to himself again making note to never push you this far again unless it’s absolutely necessary.
‘Just when it was getting good..’
You’ve seemed to have fallen asleep on him after all those intense orgasms. He’ll take care of you. Just leave it to him, he cleans up a mess after making it. And he cleans you. He pushes your thighs apart and eats you.
Your body jerks back to life and starts trembling again trying to push his head away. “Suguru!! Aaaahhh!!!” Your voice breaking once again. He sucks on your clit humming as his tongue swirls—licking unrelenting. Your mind was shot back into subspace. How could he do this to you? Oh yeah he’s cleaning your pretty pussy of its mess. Your cunt cums hard and soaks his face. Your back to crying again because of him.
He’s so mean.
He opens your pussy again and looks up at you.
“Look at it honey. Isn’t it wonderful?”
You can’t piece together anything. His poor baby is so broken down. But that’s okay isn’t it? He isn’t going no where. So you don’t have to run. Lean into him.
“Yes..”
Now you’re being such a good girl.
“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t suffer.”
His voice coming back into your senses.
He likes it better when you earn it.
He ruffles your hair softly and you want to cry at that too. Maybe you were more sensitive to your emotions after that. He must’ve known your body most needed that big relief. He’s so proud of you.
“My baby, so dizzy hm?” He looks down at you satisfied. All soft and sweet. He knew you couldn’t answer so he instead picks you up and gets you ready for a hot shower, he’s so caring.
He made you cum so much in one sitting. It was all a blur when you were cumming in his arms. Now you feel so empty with that out of your mind.
You understand why.
He’s so in love.
Your body feels the ache. Feeling the ache of his love made you feel so special. And more bashful too.
He let you know that you’re so loved and taken care of. He’s so happy. He wants people to know you’re loved by him.
・❥・ summary: your job has been consuming all of your time and energy lately, and your boyfriend has been craving your attention. you finally have a free day together, and he’s taken it upon himself to tease you and push your buttons all day long, working you up and up until you can’t stand it anymore… and neither can he.
・❥・ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, fluff, established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, woo is a cute whiny brat<3, he’s lowkey a service sub..??, y/n is super overwhelmed with her job, woo calls y/n baby and angel, light bondange, oral sex (f receiving), face riding, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, got a little emo and wholesome at the end there my bad (i could not help myself), lmk if i missed anything !
・❥・ pairing: sub!wooyoung x softdom!fem!reader
・❥・ author’s note: y’all… woo being a bratty sub just … makes sense. this fic has been in the works for a while as i’ve gotten a few other stories done and im so excited to finally be posting it! this is my first time writing woo so i hope you enjoy (: i’m also relatively new to writing so any constructive feedback is appreciated~!
It’s been hours. Hours of your boyfriend’s lingering touches, filthy whispers, suggestive comments… All morning long he’s been ramping it up, seeing how far he can push you until you can’t handle it anymore. He’s having a blast, but you’re about to kill him.
“Can you get your head out of your ass and help me shop, please?” You playfully nudge him in the ribs with your elbow after he “accidentally” brushes a palm over your ass for the millionth time.
“It’s hard for me to focus on shopping when I’m sooo hungry, baby,” he whines as you turn into the produce section, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.
“We ate before we came, Youngie,” the warmth of his breath has goosebumps prickling your skin, but you try to shake it off to focus on what you need to grab for dinner tonight. He chuckles as he steps in front of the cart, remembering what you need before you do, grabbing a bundle of scallions and tossing it on top of the meat in your cart. He sticks one foot in front of one of the wheels, making you stop with a jerk. You glare at him with a furrowed brow, bracing yourself for what’s about to come out of his mouth. He’s got that fucking look in his eyes, you think to yourself.
“I didn’t say I was hungry for food,” he smirks at you, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as a deep shade of crimson blooms across your cheeks.
“Jung Wooyoung, we are at the grocery store,” you whisper, “can you take it down a notch?” You glance around you to make sure no poor strangers heard his comment. His hungry eyes drag over your body, clearly having little regard for the other patrons of the store.
“Hmm, no,” he quips, “I don’t want to.” He winks at you before spinning on his heel to make his way around the produce section, grabbing everything else that you need for the week. You roll your eyes at him, but feel grateful he’s stopped his incessant teasing to actually be helpful. He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face when he returns to the cart, and you realize your moment of peace was short-lived.
“Did the potatoes say something funny?” You taunt him, crossing your arms as he puts everything in the cart.
“No, you’re just really hot when you’re annoyed with me,” his voice quiets slightly as another couple walks by. “You know you love it,” his eyes dart to your lips before meeting your gaze again, that glint in his eye making your belly warm. You ignore him, knowing it’ll only egg him on even more. You back the cart up a little so you can steer around him, his eyebrows raising as you’re about to pass him. He sticks an arm in front of you, wrapping his fingers around your waist before dipping his head down to whisper in your ear again, “don’t pretend like you aren’t wet right now, baby.”
Stifling a gasp and ignoring how absolutely correct he is, you slide out of his grasp and head toward the bakery. You need to get him home before you get yourselves arrested for public indecency.
The rest of your shopping trip is riddled with more of Wooyoung’s incessant flirting and fleeting touches, and by the time he loads all the groceries into the car for you, you’re about ready to lose it. He drives you both home, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, frequently squeezing dangerously close to your core, with just enough pressure to make you dizzy.
You put your groceries away in silence, both of you clearly waiting to see who will crack first. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, you’re feeling especially stubborn today. Despite how much his wandering hands and eyes are affecting you, you try not to let it show, knowing that’ll only make him try harder… Maybe he’ll even start begging.
Wooyoung seems to have disappeared as you put the last of the snacks in the pantry, and for a moment you think maybe he’s given up. Wrong.
“Are you done giving me the silent treatment?” He whispers from behind you, startling you so badly that you drop a box of Pepero as you spin around to face him.
“God dammit, Wooyoung,” you run your hands through your hair in frustration as he drops to his knees in front of you to pick up the box.
“Ah, my favorite angle of you,” he looks up at you, his deep brown eyes twinkling under the warm lights of your kitchen.
“Is that why you scared me? So you’d have an excuse to get on your fucking knees in front of me?” You can feel your cheeks heating, both anger and lust pumping through your veins.
He beams at you, satisfied that you’re letting your resolve slip a bit. “I’d like to think I don’t need an excuse to get on my knees for you, baby.” He darts his tongue out to wet his lips, drawing the bottom one between his teeth.
“You are such a fucking brat,” you glare down at him, snatching the Pepero out of his hand as he offers it to you and tossing it on the counter behind him.
“And you are fucking hot when you talk to me like that,”
“Shut up, Wooyoung, oh my–”
“Make me,” he interrupts you, his teasing gaze shifting to something much more wanting. “Please, make me.”
There it is.
You gawk at him in silence, the corner of your mouth tugging up into a smirk as you let his challenge hang in the air between you.
Desperation takes over his features and his breathing turns shaky as he practically whimpers, “please, please, make me shut up, baby.” He’s so pretty when he begs. He wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer to him, resting his chin on one of your thighs as he looks up at you. “Please.”
You gently thread your fingers through his dark hair, wrapping your hand around the back of his head before tightening your grip on his locks, pulling his head back. He groans at the pain, a hoarse laugh falling from his lips, his breath quickening as he admires you towering over him. “And how would you like me to do that?” You question him, noticing the outline of his stiffening cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Surprise me,” he breathes, hissing as you tighten your grip on his hair, pulling him up to force him to stand again. If he wants a surprise, he’s about to get his favorite one.
“Be a good boy for me, Youngie…” your voice dips into the sultry tone you only use for him. “Go take your clothes off and lay in our bed, okay? Can you do that for me?” Releasing your grip, you take a deep breath as Wooyoung’s eyes light up and he giddily nods before hopping up to run toward your bedroom. You roll your eyes briefly at his excitement, knowing he’d break you today no matter what. He’s just so cute when he tries so hard, and you’ve missed the banter throughout your busy work schedule this past week. Maybe you both really needed this.
Making a brief pitstop in the bathroom, you give your boyfriend a moment to get settled as you change into your black silk robe that always makes him weak. The shuffling sounds from your bedroom cease as you walk towards it, and you pass through the doorway to see Wooyoung exactly how you were hoping you’d find him.
His clothes are in a pile on the floor, his head propped against the pillows, one hand wrapped around his leaking cock while the other rests cradling the back of his head. His lips are slightly parted, his eyes glazed over at the sight of you in your robe.
“Fuck,” he whines, “you look so fucking good,”
You stalk toward him silently, slowly untying your robe and letting your breasts peek out through the opening. He squeezes the base of his cock as his eyes rake over your body, freezing when you furrow your brow at him. Once you reach him you grab his wrist, his grip loosening on his length immediately. You hear his breath catch in his throat, realizing his mistake.
“I don’t remember telling you that you could touch yourself, Youngie,” you tease him, a fake pout on your lips. With your free hand, you pull the silk tie from the loops of your robe, ever so slowly, grinning as Wooyoung lifts both arms above his head. “Good boy,” you praise him as you use the tie to gently bind his wrists together, guiding his hands around one of the metal bars of your headboard. “Hold onto this until I tell you that you can let go. Do you understand?”
He nods so fast his cheeks jiggle a little, and you have to stop yourself from giggling at how cute he looks. You press a soft kiss to the middle of his forehead before letting your robe fall open completely, giving him a moment to admire your body. The cool air kisses your nipples, and you feel them begin to peak at the sensation.
“Scoot down a little for me, will you? I think I need a little more space to sit.”
“Y-yes, okay,” he stutters, eyes blown wide, wiggling down the mattress until his arms are flush against the sides of his head, his knuckles turning white from the strength of his grip on the bar.
You climb up onto the bed, swinging a knee over his body to straddle him, hovering right over his cock, velvety and solid, resting against his stomach. His chest heaves as he drinks in the sight of you, resisting the urge to reach out and run his fingers over your pert nipples.
“So obedient for me, keeping your hands to yourself like I asked you to,” you coo, rolling your hips downward, barely brushing your cunt over the length of his cock. He hisses at the feeling, nibbling on his bottom lip. “But you’ve been a little too mouthy for my liking today, Youngie,” you lift your hips again, a needy whine leaving his mouth as he tries to lift his own hips to reach you again, but you plant a hand firmly in the middle of his stomach and push him back down.
“I-I’m sorry baby, I just wanted to tease you a little because I’ve m-missed you, you’ve been so busy” he pouts, continuing to wriggle his hips beneath you.
“I’ve missed you too, sweetie, but you know better than that,” you taunt, starting to scoot up his torso inch by inch until you’re straddling his chest. Your silk robe trails behind you, running over Wooyoung’s exposed body. He hisses as the smooth material glides over his cock, and he struggles to stop himself from thrusting into the sensation.
“Do I?” A devious glint in his eyes tells you he’s still not done instigating.
“You should,” you reach out to grip his jaw in your hand, squishing his cheeks. “But you get off on me being mean to you, don’t you?” You lower your core onto the firm plane of his chest, rolling your hips over him, and he groans at the feeling of your arousal gliding across his skin, his eyes glued to your center as you move. “You instigate, you push my buttons all day long, because you want me to lose control, hm?” You emphasize each string of words with a roll of your hips, earning another delicious whine from your boyfriend.
“It’s not my f-fault you’re s-sexy when you’re angry,” he chokes out, his arousal getting the best of him, stopping him from sounding as snarky as he intended. He stumbles over his words as you pull your robe up his length, savoring the feeling of the silk gliding over his sensitive cock. “Ah,” he whimpers, throwing his head back and gripping the bar of your headboard even tighter.
“Well, my sweet boy, you are sexy when you’re putting that pretty mouth to good use,” you thumb his bottom lip, and his eyes roll back at the contact. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, baby,” he nods, “use my mouth please, I want you to use my mouth,” his brow furrows as he boasts his prettiest begging face, giving you that look that makes you crumble. Seeing him so willing to please you always makes your heart swell in your chest.
“Such a good boy,” you card your fingers through his hair, his dark eyes dancing across every exposed inch of your skin. “Let go if you need a break, okay honey?” You look to where his hands are still tightly gripped around your headboard.
“I won’t,” he grins, and you know he means it, but you still want him to agree. You gently pinch his earlobe. “Ah,” he whines, screwing his eyes shut for a moment at the pain, “yes, I will,”
“Mhm,” you lift your center from his chest to move further up the bed, watching your boyfriend’s eyes light up as your cunt finally comes fully into view. He chews on his bottom lip, waiting for you to get comfortable. You let your robe fall from your shoulders completely, and drop it on the floor next to your bed.
“You’ve been so patient, my sweetheart,” you praise him, settling each knee on either side of his arms, effectively pinning them down next to his head. You swear you hear him purr at the sight of you, a muscle in his jaw feathering as he restrains himself, waiting for you to give him permission to taste you. His eyes grow darker with each second that passes, and you can feel his eagerness radiating off of him. “Ready?”
“I’ve been ready since I woke up this morning, y/n,” he rasps, licking his lips.
You could keep the banter going, but despite your hardened facade, you need him just as badly. You brush a dark strand of hair from his forehead as you finally lower your center within reach of his mouth.
Wooyoung immediately licks you from your entrance to your clit, repeating his tongues movement as you get comfortable in your lowered position. He groans at the taste of you, lapping at you. You brace yourself on the headboard, the tension in your body melting away at the feeling of his tongue on you. You didn’t realize how much of a toll your busy schedule had taken on your body and your mind, or how much it made you miss your boyfriend.
“You taste so good, baby,” he groans, “sit down all the way, suffocate me,” he reconnects with your center, flicking his tongue over your swelling clit.
“If you need a break—“
”If I need a break,” he interrupts you firmly, “I will tell you, but I do not see that happening until I make you come on my face. Now, will you please shut your beautiful mouth and let me take care of you?” He looks up at you from his prone position, his eyes ablaze.
His sudden steady tone shakes you, and you realize you’ve made him just as impatient as he’s made you. How the tables have turned. You nod, and he instantly reconnects with your clit. You fully sit on his face, and you can’t help but throw your head back as he sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth, pleasure shooting through your body.
“Fuck, Youngie,” you whine, earning a core-rumbling hum in response. He slides his tongue back to your entrance, pushing inside gently, and he chuckles as you squeeze around it. He pushes inside even deeper, the tip of his beautiful nose bumping against your clit. You can’t help but rock your hips, grinding down onto his face, using your grip on the headboard for leverage. He nods as much as he can under the restraints of your body, urging you to keep going.
“Mhm,” he mumbles, slipping his tongue out of you to flatten it against your clit, nodding again. You roll your hips over his tongue and he hums in approval. You rock against him faster, harder, each firm brush of his tongue over your clit drawing you closer to the edge.
“F-feels so good,” you breathe, feeling him grin under you. You glance down at him, a smile pushing through your lust at how smug he looks, raising an eyebrow at you. Even with you riding his face, he manages to find a way to give you a little attitude. If you didn’t have a searing heat pooling in your belly, you’d reach behind your back to wrap your hand around his cock… surely that would put him in check.
You can’t help but forget that idea the second he tenses his tongue against you, the extra pressure pushing you further toward your release, your grip tightening on the headboard in front of you. Your whole body warms, an electric current shooting straight to where your body meets his as you continue to roll your hips over his mouth.
”I’m so close,” you warn him, and he smirks against you once more, flicking his tongue as much as he can under the beautiful weight of your body, just enough to push you over the edge.
You tense your burning thighs and screw your eyes shut as your orgasm courses through you, leaning over your boyfriend to rest your forehead against the headboard, lifting off of his mouth slightly, giving him room to softly lick at you, gently coaxing you through. You lift off of him further, and he begins peppering your inner thighs with kisses.
“So pretty,” he coos from under you, his soft voice soothing you as your breathing steadies. You slowly open your eyes to see him beaming up at you, still keeping an iron grip on the headboard. “My girl,” he whispers.
“So good,” you praise him, placing a hand over his. “Let go, Youngie,”
“You sure?” He checks, loosening his grip slightly.
“Yes, baby, your fingers look like they’re gonna shrivel up and fall off,” you both laugh, and you untie his hands as he flexes his fingers. You scoot down to straddle his stomach, slowly lowering his right arm, massaging his shoulder as you do. “Feeling okay?” You didn’t realize how tightly your thighs were squeezing his arms against his head, and you feel a spike of panic as you realize how much he might be hurting.
“More than okay, angel,” he says, watching you with so much admiration in his gaze, it makes your chest ache. “I’m okay, I promise,” he assures you, sensing your anxiety. He knows you so well. You finish kneading the tightness out of his right shoulder and let him rest his hand on your thigh as you start on his left. He immediately splays his hand wide across your leg, rubbing a thumb over your skin while you slowly lower his left arm, not expressing so much as a wince, reassuring you further that he’s not hurt.
You rest his hand on your other thigh, and he starts massaging your sore muscles as you do the same to his. You sit in comfortable silence, until he inches his hands up your thighs, and yours freeze as you realize what he’s doing.
“Wooyoung…”
“Hm?” He smirks at you, his hands creeping closer and closer to your center. “You’ve been working so hard… Let me take care of you.” Your job has been driving you into the ground, expecting so much from you and giving you more and more responsibilities, you feel like you’re losing control. Maybe it’s finally time for you to hand the control over to someone else, even if it's just for the night.
“Yes, please,” you nod slowly, running your hands down your boyfriend’s chest.
Wooyoung carefully runs the pad of his thumb over your center, adding a little pressure when he reaches your clit. His other hand coasts up your belly to your chest, fingers tenderly wrapping around one of your breasts. You melt into his touch, letting every stressor from recent days slip to the back of your mind.
“Why don’t you lay down, angel? Get comfortable,” you nod wordlessly at his suggestion, sliding off of Wooyoung, with his gentle guidance, to snuggle up next to him. He rolls onto his side, sliding his hand between your legs, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he whispers against your mouth.
“I love you, Youngie,” you welcome his tongue into your mouth with a breathy moan as he slips a skilled finger inside of you. The taste of yourself in his mouth only makes you feel more eager. He rolls onto his side, pressing his body against yours, his solid length rubbing against your belly.
“I love you,” he pumps his finger a few times before adding another, immediately curling them inside of you, so familiar with your body and how to please you. He kisses you hard, swallowing all of your whines, the sounds of your arousal making his cock twitch against you. You realize how much he must be aching for some relief.
“I want you inside of me, please,” you widen your legs further, opening yourself up to him.
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” his smug tone would normally grind your gears, but right now you just need him, need release. He slips his fingers out of you, hooking his hand under your knee before hiking your leg up over his hips. He slides down a little bit to adjust his positioning, planting one foot on the mattress to give him some leverage as he lines up with your aching entrance.
He presses a bruising kiss to your lips as he slides inside of you, filling you to the brim in one swift thrust. You both shudder at the sensation, not remembering the last time you’ve been able to do this.
“You feel incredible,” he whispers, pulling out of your heat slightly before burying himself in you completely once again. He quickly finds a delicious pace, bumping that tender spot inside of you with each thrust, the coil in your belly beginning to tighten again.
“I missed you,” you mumble against his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth. You squeeze around him at a particularly deep thrust, and he whimpers,
“Do that again, and this will be over too quickly,” he warns you. He slips two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them gently, making a show of it before releasing them with a pop. A whine falls from your lips as he trails his wet fingers down your chest, your belly, finally slipping them between your legs.
“Oh, f-fuck,” you press your forehead against his as he expertly swirls the pads of his fingers around your swollen clit, blood rushing to your center. “So good,”
“Mhm,” he kisses you again, “let go, baby,”
He fucks into you in earnest, rubbing your clit just the way you need, bringing you straight to the precipice once again.
“I can’t, fuck,” your climax is approaching so quickly you can barely process it,
“Yes, you can, I’m right behind you,” he reassures you, “come on, angel,”
You come hard with a sob, tensing around him as he stills, spilling hot and fast inside of you. In between heaving breaths, you share desperate, passionate kisses with your boyfriend, your heart feeling the fullest it’s felt in weeks. You remain tangled with Wooyoung for a while, foreheads pressed together, kisses becoming softer and sweeter.
He carefully slides out of you, resting your leg back on the mattress, and scooting up slightly to lay eye to eye with you.
“Now what?” He kisses your hairline, rubbing the back of your neck just how you like.
“Shower, please,” you nuzzle into his touch. Moments later, you’re under the hot spray of your shower head with your boyfriend.
“I think I really needed that,” you hand Wooyoung your shampoo, watching him squeeze a sizable dollop of it into his palm.
“I know,” he snaps it closed and hands it back to you, “and I know you already know this – turn around, please,” you do as you’re told, smiling at his manners. “I know you already know this, but it’s okay to let go every once in a while, baby.” He lathers up your shampoo and starts gently rubbing it into the ends of your hair, working it up to your scalp, massaging it with his fingertips. “Work demands so much from you, but you can take a breath when you’re with me,”
Your throat tightens. “I do know that,” you admit, “but, it’s just hard sometimes,”
“Of course it is, it’s not a switch.” He pops the shower head off of its mount and starts rinsing the bubbles from your hair, gently running his fingers through to work out any tangles. “But when you don’t give yourself a chance to rest, to let someone else take care of you, you have weeks like this where you’re completely not yourself.” His voice softens on his last few words, like it’s been on his mind for some time and he’s finally found the right time to say it. He pops the shower head back on, then drops a soft kiss to your shoulder.
You hope your tears blend in with the water already peppering your cheeks as you turn back around to face your boyfriend. “I’m sorry, Youngie,” you sniffle, “I’m still figuring out how to balance everything,”
He wipes a very obvious tear from your cheek. “You don’t have to apologize to me, I know how hard you’re working and how much it takes from you some weeks – conditioner please?” You crack another smile at his commitment to care for you even in the middle of an important conversation, handing over your conditioner. He pops it open, squeezes a little out, and hands the bottle back. He reaches around your head to rub the conditioner into your hair, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. “But I am here for you, I’m here to make life easier for you, you know I love to take care of you,”
“I know, and I need to let you,”
“You do.” A smug grin creeps across his mouth. “But I will always think you’re hot when you’re mad at me, so keep that in mind.”
“Oh my god, Wooyoung,” you lightly smack his chest, feeling lighter now that his concerns are out in the open, and you know what you need to work on. “I will definitely keep that in mind,” you wrap your arms around his neck, admiring the softness of his eyes.
“How do you want to spend the rest of our evening, my love?” He pulls you closer to him, under the warm stream.
“I want to get into those matching pajamas you bought us last Christmas,” you kiss his right cheek, “make Chapagetti,” you kiss his left cheek, “and eat mint chocolate chip ice cream in bed.” You press a quick kiss to his lips.
Warning: This is pure smut, so strictly MDNI ! The content you consume is not my responsibility.
A/N: I made an attempt on writing a simple smut. Pease don't judge as english is not my first language. Enjoy <3
The scent of lemon-scented soap clings to your skin as you scrub the last of the dinner plates. Warm water swirls around your wrists, popping tiny bubbles that dance across your knuckles. To your left, the laundry basket sits half-full, waiting for tomorrow morning's trip to the laundary. The apartment is quiet, except for the hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic clink of ceramic. Then, the metallic jingle of keys echoes from the front door.
The lock turns with a heavy click. The door swings open, letting in a rush of cool night air and the unmistakable, pungent aroma of expensive bourbon and musk. Your roomate stumbles inside, his footsteps uneven. He doesn't call out. He doesn't put his keys on the hook after locking the door. Instead, he drifts toward the kitchen, his presence announced by the heavy, erratic sound of his breathing.
You don't turn around. You keep scrubbing the pot in your hand.
Two strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against a broad, warm chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his stubble grazing your skin. He sighs, a long, shaky sound that vibrates through your spine.
"You're late"
His voice is thick, slurred at the edges, smelling of alcohol. "I missed you. I missed you so much"
You lean back into him for a second before pulling away, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes are glassy, his pupils dilated, and his tie hangs loosely around his neck.
He looks wrecked in a way that makes your stomach flip.
"Where have you been? The boys took you over the limit again?"
He pouts, his lower lip out in a bratty whimpering expression. He leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
"It was boring without you"
You arch an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Is that so? And here I thought you were enjoying the party"
"I hated it. I wanted to come home and see you. I wanted to see you in these little shorts"
He lets his gaze wander down your legs, his hands sliding from your waist to your thighs, squeezing the flesh firmly. He groans, a low sound of desperation. He begins to nuzzle your jaw, his kisses wet and clumsy.
You push him back slightly, though you don't move far.
"You're drunk. You can barely stand"
"I can stand enough. I can do a lot of things"
He drops to his knees suddenly, the impact making the floorboards creak. He doesn't care. He wraps his arms around your hips, pressing his face against your stomach. He looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, his expression completely stripped of the confidence he carries at work. Here, in the kitchen, he is nothing but a needy mess.
"Please, baby. Please."
The way he changes from his usual self to something which amazed you everytime when he's drunk. Well, this isn't the first time seeing him like this.
The first time when this happened was 'an accident' but not the second and so on. You both agreed to help each other whenever needed, because that's what roomates are for....right?
You run your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly at the roots. He lets out a soft whimper, leaning into the pain.
"Please what?"
"I want you. I need you to touch me. I've been thinking about it all night. Just thinking about how you look at me when I'm like this."
You smirk, feeling the power shift. You love him like this...pliant, desperate, and entirely yours.
"You have to ask properly"
He shudders, his grip tightening on your hips.
"Please... Please let me have you. I'll do anything. Just touch me."
You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw.
"Get up", you command, your voice a low but authoritative. "Not here. To the bedroom."
He doesn't hesitate, scrambling to his feet with a clumsy, drunken eagerness. He barely manages to keep his balance, his hands fumbling for your waist to steady himself as you lead him down the hallway. He follows you like a moth to a flame, his breathing heavy and ragged in the dim light of the corridor.
You push the bedroom door open, the soft, cool air of the room a stark contrast to the kitchen. You shove him, not unkindly, toward the mattress. He trips over his own feet, falling back onto the rumpled sheets with a heavy thump.
You step between his thighs, the heat radiating off him in waves that seem even more intense in the confined space of the bed. You reach down, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate movements. He lets out a jagged breath, his head snapping back into the pillows.
You slide his trousers and boxers down in one motion. His cock springs free, already thick and leaking a bead of clear pre-cum that glistens in the moonlight spilling through the blinds. It is heavy and pulsing, the veins prominent against the flushed skin. You wrap your fingers around the base, feeling the heat of him.
"Oh god, yes. Right there", he groans.
You don't move. You just hold him, squeezing slightly. He begins to writhe, his hips bucking upward against the mattress, trying to force himself into your hand.
"Stop moving", you murmur. "I didn't tell you to move."
He freezes, a choked sob escaping his throat. He looks up at you, his eyes swimming with desire and submission.
"Please, baby... I'm...begging you. I'm so hard. It hurts."
You let out a soft laugh and reach for the hem of your own shorts. You slide them off, followed by your lace panties, leaving you bare. You mount him, the tip of his cock brushing against your wet folds. The friction sends a spark through your nerves. You can feel the slickness of your own arousal, a thick cream coating your clit.
You guide him, the head of his cock sliding through your natural lubrication with a wet, squelching sound. He gasps, his hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white.
You sink down, lowering your weight onto him. He lets out a loud, guttural moan as he slides inside you. The fit is tight, the sensation of his girth stretching your walls to their limit. You feel the blunt head of his cock hit your cervix, and he shudders violently.
"Fuck, you're so tight. You feel so good."
You begin to move, a slow, grinding rhythm that makes the air between you thick with the smell of sex and Bourbon whiskey. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room...a rhythmic, fleshy slapping against the mattress. Every time you sink down, you hear the air being pushed out of your vagina, a soft, wet pop.
He reaches up, his hands fumbling for your breasts. He squeezes them roughly, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through your thin shirt. You moan, leaning forward to kiss him. It is a messy, desperate exchange. Your tongues clash and tangle, swapping saliva in a frantic hunger. He tastes of whiskey and longing.
"Faster... Please, go faster."
You ignore him, slowing the pace down to a torturous crawl. You tease him, lifting yourself almost all the way off before plunging back down. He lets out a high-pitched whine, his balls slapping against your perineum with every thrust.
"I can't… I can't take it. Please, just let me cum."
"Not yet."
You increase the speed, your movements becoming more violent. The friction builds, a searing heat blooming between your legs. You feel your internal muscles clenching around him, milking him. He is sobbing now, his voice broken.
"I...I love it when you do this. Please baby...please...let me...letme-!"
The tension snaps. You feel the first wave of your orgasm ripple through you, your walls pulsing rhythmically against his shaft. The sensation triggers him. He lets out a loud, unrestrained scream, his body stiffening as he erupts inside you. You feel the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, overflowing and dripping down your thighs.
He collapses against you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He buries his face in your chest, his skin slick with sweat. The room is quiet, punctuated only by the sound of your synchronized breathing.
You slide off him slowly, the sound of his cock leaving your body a wet, suctioning pop. A mixture of cum and arousal leaks from you, staining the sheets.
He looks up at you, his eyes half-closed, a look of utter contentment on his face.
"Did I do good?"
You smile, kissing his forehead.
"You were a very good boy...My good boy"
He hums, closing his eyes as he drifts toward a drunken, satisfied sleep right there in the bed. You pull the duvet up to cover him, then look toward the door. The laundry basket and the dirty pot can wait...
A/N: Thankyou for reading till the end. I'm sorry for any mistakes noticed ✿
jung wooyoung is the clingiest man alive. he loves when you drape your legs over his while watching tv. he lives for walking with his hand in your back pocket. he'd give his soul for five more minutes of cuddles in the morning. especially on mornings like these.
you're both heavy with sleep, bodies draped around one another. your chests pressed together with your arms around his shoulders and his hands rubbing your waist as he ruts into you lazily. your foreheads rest together, heavy breaths panted against each others lips. "i want you closer." he says, a groggy whisper before he licks his lips. "i need you closer."
"we can't get any closer, baby," you try to satiate him by squeezing him in your arms, but he only pouts.
"let me in your skin," he dips his head and nuzzles your neck, making you laugh breathlessly. "let's meld together forever."
film contains…….You are doing skin care for your best friend by sitting on his lap as usual, while he is gaming, but accidentally grind on him, ending up with his cock inside you
film caution …….MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Unprotected sex(don’t do it) dry humping, making out/ kissing, grinding, fingering, edging, nipple play, talking abt fem!reader body parts, neck kisses, nipping the neck, spanking, usage of the word ass, clit play?, mentions of nick names like baby and etc, riding, tell me if anything more should be mentioned.
film length………5.2min(5.2k)
film keeper whispers ……….This is my first ever time publishing fic, I’m learning to write since I imagine a lot, I want to get it into words and now I got an idea for this with the help of Pinterest 😪. I tried my best, and slowly I’m gonna start my oneshot, idk how long it’s gonna be 🤷♀️. If any mistakes, let me know. Please request if u want anything. I will try my best to write butI’m a slow writer 😢. Would love moots, reblogs and likes ♥️
film melody playing……….. into you- ariana grande
˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥 ⁀જ⁀➴ film starting……..
The chaotic bursts of neon light from the monitors washes over the room, casting long, jagged shadows against the walls of Heeseung’s room.
The room smells of expensive cologne, ozone from the humming PC, carrying the faint and sterile scent of rosewater and gentle soap in the air.
You are seated on Heeseung’s lap, straddling his hips, knees around them, on his chair, facing him in a position that the friction of your thighs against his jogger’s can’t be ignored.
Heeseung is fully concentrating on his game for now.
His eyes are sharp, darting to every move in the game, playing it very carefully though you are quite a distraction to him.
The headset he has on is filled with sounds of explosions and gunshots, and he pushes one piece of the headset aside so he can hear you.
You hold a small glass jar aloe vera gel, the product cool and smooth between your fingertips.
You’ve been massaging it on his face for the past ten minutes or maybe you just use it as an excuse to stay on his lap longer.
But then still, you don’t care about the game he was playing, you just wanted to end the ‘washing face with whatever soap is there in the shower’ routine for him, so he can get good and fresh skin.
“Stop moving idiot” you murmur, voice soft but firm and commanding him a little because he keeps on moving.
You can feel the heat radiating from him as you blend the cream on his face in small upwards circles.
His jaw is clenched, trying his best not to feel you and your stupid tactics as a distraction, which you are sitting innocently on his lap like you don't understand what’s wrong in doing this.
“I’m in an important fight, Y/N” he grunts, though there’s no real anger behind his voice.
“If I lose this round, I’m gonna blame you and your so-called skincare routine” he adds, mocking lightly.
“Uhh, my skincare routine is obviously way better than whatever you do in the stupid shower,” you retort, sliding your fingers on his temple now.
“No soap is gonna clean your face like my skincare does, your skin feel shit, and it’s screaming for help, so think of this as an upgrade for your face”
He lets out a laugh, his eyes fixed towards the screen. “Sure,” he says as if it’s nothing, “My skin has a mouth and it’s screaming”.
You roll your eyes at that, moving a little back so you can look at him even though he doesn’t.
“Just because it doesn’t have a loud, cocky mouth like you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” you shoot back.
“And for your kind information,” you continue, leaning closer to his face again, to spread the gel on his face, “You’re skin is so dehydrated, maybe it looks fine, but it really isn’t, so be grateful”
“I should be— What? grateful? Why? And what? I have a cocky mouth?” he splutters, turning towards you showing an exaggerated, horrified expression which was totally just acting.
"First place, I don’t even care about my skin, Second, you should be grateful that I’m letting you do this while I’m literally in the middle of a serious fight, Third—”
“Hey, dont move!,” you interrupt, pushing back his face towards the screen.
“I can’t do it properly, if you keep moving” you add and he becomes quiet and goes back to playing his game very seriously.
You slowly get even more closer to his face.
For real, you’ve done this almost a hundred times before, sitting on his lap touching his face and all stuff, but today something in the air feels different.
For the first time the closeness doesn’t feel normal.
It feels dangerous, surreal and maybe something new.
Every time he breathes near you, every time his chest brushes against yours, you feel your pulse raise.
You try to ignore it, focusing your attention back to what you are doing, but it only makes it worse, because now, you’re actually looking at him.
The sharp line of his nose, the long lashes that fall against his skin, the bambi-like looking eyes, and then your gaze drops down— unintentionally.
You blink, realizing you are staring at him, you shake your head slightly to clear it, pushing those sudden, distracting thoughts away as quickly as they come.
You don't want to be caught by him, which will only make it more embarrassing.
You quickly turn back to your work— properly this time.
So, you shift your weight, moving closer to him, trying to adjust the position so reaching the bridge of his nose would be easier.
As you move, your thighs slide against his joggers, hips very slightly against each other, the friction sending a sudden spark through your body, but you push it away.
It was just a small moment for you, which you just want to ignore, but it sent a shudder through Heeseung’s body which you didn’t know.
“Fuck—” Heeseung groans, throwing his head back against the chair, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, suddenly gripping your hip with one hand so tightly as you freeze at the pressure.
“Don’t—Don’t fucking do that, I’m trying my best to concentrate, baby” he forces out softly, the words tight as he grits his teeth.
You don’t understand what happened.
One second, you’re applying the gel on his face, moving closer to reach his nose—and the next, he throws his head against the chair and it’s pissing you since you already told him to not move.
“I said to not move, Heeseung!! And seriously, it’s not my mistake that you can’t concentrate on your game” you say, a hint of irritation slipping through your voice.
You don’t understand what is wrong or what is his problem, even though it was quite obvious you couldn’t figure it out, so you just get back to working on his face.
You shift your weight again, trying to adjust your position to get a better angle on his face, slightly moving left.
This movement causes your leggings to unintentionally rub your thigh against his growing hardness.
“Baby, fuck—“ he rasps, as his other hand also leaves keyboard to grab the other side of your hip and holds you so tightly with both of the hands that you were sure it will leave few bruises by tomorrow.
His head abruptly falls on your shoulder as the room fills with the loud harsh blares from the monitor which indicates he lost the game but you didn’t know it.
“Heeseung what the—” before you could even scold him, you gasp from him pulling you down, pressing you against him in a way that you can feel his big bulge on your core.
“Heeseung….” you whisper, your voice trembling.
“Don’t—fucking don’t,” he starts, speaking as his head is still on your shoulder, you hear it in his voice, how he is trying his all best to control himself.
“Don’t tell me stop when all I was doing was sitting here….trying my all best to control myself, while here you are sitting on my fucking lap, moving how ever you want……. God! Y/N you’ve been killing me here, I can’t stop anymore—”
He stops talking, lifting his head from your shoulder before capturing your lips in a searing, aching, desperate kiss, hands moving from your hips to your waist, gripping it so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.
He kisses you rough, like gentleness isn’t even an option right now, like he’s done holding back, done pretending this doesn’t mean anything as the gel smears on your face from his face.
All the years of your friendship, when he did his best to hold back, but now he’s done.
For a second you forget how to breathe, the intensity, the desperation and the desire from his mouth against yours, knocking the thoughts out of your brain.
You don’t even process the fact that HE, HE, your best friend is kissing you right now. Never in a million years did you think this out of all would happen—a lie you had a lot of sex dreams with him cuz he was too hot, and……..never mind.
You are still trying to process this when the grip on your waist tightens to pull you out of your thoughts.
The jar slips from your hand, shattering into pieces, and gel spreads everywhere on the floor, but you don’t even notice it.
You melt against him, your hand slowly moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers curling tightly in the hair as you pull him closer and kiss him back with the same desire, desperation and intensity.
He lets out a low deep growl, something filled with satisfaction like he knew you would kiss him without holding back.
It vibrates through your whole body, slowly heat starts coiling up in your lower belly more than what you felt a while ago.
You start feeling needy and want him more than you ever did.
But then he pulls back, forehead against yours, his breath hot, and his lips swollen from the hard rough kiss.
“Tell me to stop—” he whispers against your mouth in a low hoarse, octave voice which sends a shiver through your body.
You shake your head instantly before he can even finish.
“No,” you whisper, the word barely leaving your throat. “Don’t. Please don’t ”
You roll your hips against his voluntarily.
You need more.
You need the friction to not be a tease and start being the truth. The reality.
“Fuck—“ Heeseung hisses the moment he hears the deny and feels the roll of your hips directly against his bulge.
This time you’ve done it on purpose, you need more and you are clearly showing it.
He roughly grabs your jaw,tilting your head back, and crashing his lips on to yours again.
This time it’s all tongue and teeth, he doesn’t ask for permission, he claims it like it’s his.
You gasp into the kiss, this was more aggressive and desperate han before.
He takes his chance to enter his tongue into your mouth when you gasp.
His tongue plunges into your mouth, taking in your whispers and every inch of your mouth, he doesn’t waste a single single second.
His palm is hot.
He moves his hand from your waist to your hips as they slowly slip under your long hoodie or probably his which you wear all the time.
His hands move on your lower back, pulling you closer that there isn’t a millimetre also left between you both.
He breaks the kiss to move lower, his lips dragging along your jaw, sucking gently, before moving down to the column of your throat.
You tilt your head back without thinking, giving him more, your fingers going to his shoulders to hold tightly as his kisses grow firmer, more lingering.
“Hee….mm….Hee…” your breath stutters, his name coming from your mouth like a chant, unsteady whispers, which you can’t hold back anymore.
His hand moves down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a spank.
His palm against your ass made you leave out a loud gasp, your back arching slightly.
He doesn’t pull away, he soothes it down slowly, in a way it makes your toe curl.
The literal sensation sends sparks right over to your core, making you clench a round nothing.
He starts placing open mouthed kisses near your collarbone and neck, his breath hot and damp, leaving the warmth of his mouth behind.
He moves below your ear, instantly financing your sweet spot and nips your skin lightly.
You let out a sharp cry, breathing unsteadily.
The moment you let it out, he leans in again, nipping it harder than before, sucking a dark, purple mark, visibly claiming you.
He follows down to your collarbone, nipping wherever he finds your sweet spots to let out those sweet little sounds that feel like music to his ears.
You don’t stop, you keep whimpering his name, gasping when his tongue darts out to lick gently after nipping on your sweet spots.
You are drenched.
Your panties are suffocatingly tight because of the silk clinging to your folds as you leak for him.
You need him.
You need to feel full.
You were sure it is making it hard to even take in air properly just because of his hot kisses on your body.
One of his hands tugs the hem of your hoodie, asking you permission if he was allowed to remove it while he was still busy marking you up.
“Yes! Please—remove it” you please, your voice cracking a little bit.
He doesn’t even take a second to tug it off, the moment you accept it, in one fluid motion he pulls it off you.
For a second he freezes.
You aren’t wearing a bra, the cool air hitting your bare skin, making your nipples harden and maybe you weren’t even sure if it was air or his gaze all over your body making you turn again and again and again…..
You aren’t wearing anything else except the black lace of your panties peeking out of your tiny shorts you wore.
“Fuck baby—” he growls, his eye’s darkening, pupils expanding until his hazel is almost entirely black.
He looks at you like you’re both sin and miracle given to him at once.
“This is what you have been gatekeeping from me, huh?” he asks, his hands moving to cup the underside of your breast, lifting them up slightly, as his thumb slightly grazes over the peck.
You whimper, throwing your head back at that little touch surge of pleasure shoots to your core.
“This tiny waist,” his hands moving to the mid section, squeezing the softness there, devouring your body with his eyes.
“These wide, beautiful hips,” his finger moving on the waistband, pulling the elastic tight.
He bends a little, pressing a hot, lingering kiss right above the fabric of your panties, his lips grazing the skin of your hip.
The sensation sends a jolt through your body, sending shivers as your legs shake.
“Including the ass you’ve been teasing me with for years,” he said his voice filled with lust and love, and then he looks at you, how you look wrecked just for his touch.
He spanks you again, harder and more firm this time.
You cry out, a sound filled with shock, pleasure and pain, but please wins it all for now.
You thought he would probably soothe it again but no, it was paining harder but he made no movement to touch or soothe it, just casually leans back on to the chair.
He just lets it linger there, making it a reminder for you.
To remind you, who you actually belong to though he hasn’t fucked the shit out you yet.
Now his gaze isn’t on your face, it moves lower.
Your neck. No
Your collarbone. No
Your Shoulders. No
Just shamelessly, directly looking at your breasts with a hungry gaze, something you wanted to see all along.
“And finally……these beautiful, big boobs” he whispers.
He bends down, his lips hovering right over your breast, his hot breath teasing your nipples.
And then he pecks it…..to just tease you more.
The moment his hot breath was on your nipple.
Just his hot breath.
Hot.
Breath.
You found yourself getting hungrier for him, you didn’t want him to tease you, you needed him, right then and there.
He knew it, he knew how you felt, how you are breathing, how you need him, but won’t give you what you want right now.
“Hee please—” you grind on him again but he holds back your hips making you stop, before you please again or tell him how badly you need him.
Then he starts sucking it, like he can’t hold back anymore, like this was the last thing left on the earth, maybe even like he was thirsty for them.
He wants to tease you, but couldn't hold himself back from you either, that grinding, those pleas from your mouth, made him rethink his decision from teasing you.
You could hear his sucking sounds, wet and vulgar, because of the wetness of his saliva spreading on to your nipples.
Your back arches, your hands instinctively find his hair, gripping it tightly.
He groans at the tight pull of his hair, making him harder underneath.
He sucks on your nipples, tongue circling around the peck, and tugging it slightly before sucking it again, doing the same thing over and over again, while his other hand finds your breast, squeezing, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers.
You moan, loud, honest, no stopping.
The pleasure was too good.
Your hips start bucking instantly against his bulge again, rolling your hips harder than before, grinding more.
He notices it as he pulls back from sucking with a wet plop.
“Eager now baby?” He teases, his voice dropping low.
You nod, hips moving harder, searching for friction.
For a second he thought to let you do something at least for yourself or not stopping you like he was before but no, straight away his hands move to your hips stopping you right when you thought it was getting better.
Then he bends down and moves to the other breast without a word to you, giving it the same attention as before, while his other hand was on the breast which was wet from his saliva, but still playing with it, satisfying you with his hand.
It was good, undeniably you like you, but the fact that your pussy was throbbing to be filled was not ignorable.
You didn't want to wait.
“Hee….please…please..I need you so bad—ahh” you let out a sharp cry as he bites down your nipples, his hands lowering, across your thighs and rids your shorts from your legs without asking you.
“Needy baby?” He asks as he pulls back, like knew nothing.
“Hee—ahhh” you moan when his fingers touch the wetness of your pussy just through the lace black panties.
“So wet for me baby” he coos as he feels the moisture soaking through the lace.
He finally strips them away also, leaving you bare on his lap, pressing against him.
The contact is sharp, as now you are directly pressing against the rough fabric over his bulge.
He finds his way to your clit, pressing on the swollen bud right away, rubbing it in circles with no patience, but with punishing pressure that makes your vision blur.
Your mouth opens, letting out sharp breaths, eyes shut, finally getting whatever you’ve been longing for, you instinctively bite down on your lips as choked sobs and moans come out of your throat.
“No baby, don’t bite your lip, don’t stop, moan for me, darling” he says softly, before pushing 2 fingers into your soaking warmth at once.
You scream from the sudden push, it wasn’t warned, it was too sudden.
He starts pushing deeper into your spongy walls, as your walls clench around his fingers, he groans in your neck, his fingers curling in spots making you moan and vision blur from the pleasure.
“Fuck baby, thats it, take my fingers like a good girl” he finally adds the third finger, stretching you apart as you wail, and then heeseung leans to kiss you again, tongue entering your mouth directly, taking in all your sounds while pumping his fingers in and out, while his thumb presses and circles on your bud.
He moves faster, pulling away from the kiss, gripping your hips tightly while pumping his fingers faster, your hands move to his shoulders tightening as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, while whimpering and gasping, leaving out breathy huffs.
As you feel your orgasm building, tightening low in your belly, just the tension in your thighs becomes unbearable.
“Hee— I’m—” before could even finish your sentence, he pulled out his fingers, just only the pad of his thumb pressing over your swollen clit, trapping the pleasure before it could explode.
Your eyes open wide, blown in shock as a moan of frustration screeches from your throat at the literal loss of his fingers inside.
“Hee, why–” you gasp, hips bucking instinctively towards his hand wanting more.
“Mmm” he just hums, looking down at your pussy while circling your clit, rubbing it in small circles but never quite providing the friction you need to tip over the edge.
“Hee, please!” you whine, trying to grind his hand, but he holds your hip tight enough to not let you move, he is still looking at your pussy, but then finally looks up.
Eyes dark with lust, his smoldering gaze at you making you pause for a second before he says “please, what?” in a low octave, his voice sounding husky.
“I-I need to come,” you wail, grinding on his bulge over his rough fabric making you want more, in fact you’ve never felt this needy.
Him edging you just made it worse, you couldn't take the teasing now, you need him and you won't stop asking for it.
“please hee please I need you, I want you so badly. I can’t take it anymore!!” you beg.
He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound.
He doesn't put his fingers back in you or do anything you asked for.
Instead, he starts to kiss you, deep, demanding kisses that taste of mint and desperation.
The intensity of the kiss swallows you while leaving you breathless and your hands move to his head, running your hands through his long, lustrous black hair.
His tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling desperately while sliding down his joggers and boxer to pull his cock out.
He pulls away from the kiss, pulling your head back away from his.
You look down into his hands and the moment you saw it, you were starstuck.
He is big.
Not big like you think, very big in a way you weren't sure if you could even take him.
It was shocking.
You knew this was coming, when you guys crossed your lines today but god he is just so big.
His cock is big, fucking standing straight, curling a little but still so so straight in way you never stood in your whole life, wow, it is hot and swollen, throbbing as the tip is in a beautifully pink color, glistening with precum as he held the shaft in his hand.
You are staring at it shamelessly, because who wouldn't look at something so beautiful and gorgeous.
“Like what you see baby?” he asks, when he caught you staring at his cock.
You snap out of your thoughts, raising your head up, eyes locking on to his eyes, as your cheeks burn from embarrassment.
“Want it inside you baby?” he questions as he feels your arousal just by looking at you face.
You nod slightly and that's what it takes before he jerks it on your pussy once, slapping his cock against it a few times, spreading his precum all over.
An unfiltered screech comes out of your throat, showing how needy you are when he slaps the tip on your pussy.
You move a little, rubbing it a little on his cock, whimpering a little.
“You want it so bad right? You’ll get it baby” he doesn't wait another second.
He grips your waist and heaves you upward and then slams you down on to his cock.
Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you scream into the crook of his neck when he buries himself, all the way to the hilt inside you in one fluid, powerful motion.
The fullness is overwhelming, a blunt pressure that hits your cervix and sends ripples of pleasure radiating through your entire lower body.
The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled, the stretch of your pussy, the sudden, intense heat of him deep within your pussy.
You feel your internal muscles spasm around him, clamping down tight, clenching it so tight which makes Heeseung leave a raw guttural growl out feeling you all around him.
His cock twitches inside you, showing how badly he needed this.
“Baby–fuck, so tight…you feel so good baby” he says, his hands sliding down to your ass gripping.
You stay still for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the only sound the heavy thrum of the PC fans and your synchronized gasping.
The gaming chair creaks as you begin to move, tentatively at first, lifting your hips a few inches and then sliding back down.
You only lift an inch before slamming back down, the impact making the gaming chair rock precariously.
The feeling of him filling inside you was so so good, that you didn't care about anyone hearing your moans, as your moans echo all through the room.
Your grip on his shoulder tightens as the pleasure of him being inside you, stretching you apart with his cock was the best feeling you ever felt.
The squelching and wet sounds of your pussy moving on his cock, taking him all the way down to his shaft, then moving back halfway, and falling back down, with your moans and Heeseung’s groans fill you the room.
The sounds are lewd, obscene or even pornographic, it didn't feel real.
You riding your best friend's cock feels like a dreaming true.
You slowly find your rhythm, more confident, more desperate.
Your mouth falls agape, moaning loudly every time you ride him, head falls back as the tip hits that spot that makes you see stars, your breasts bounce with every downward thrust, your hardened nipples scrape against his shirt every time.
“Yes, just like that baby” he groans as his head hits the chair, while he grips your ass and starts lifting you higher so he can move deeper.
You are desperate now, the need for release overriding everything.
The friction against your clit is intense, a searing heat that builds with every slide.
You lean forward, your hair falling over your face, your mouth finding his again.
The kiss is sloppy, desperate, the sound of your tongues clashing mixing with the wet slaps of your bodies.
Tentatively, Heeseung also starts moving his hips up, thrusting upward slowly, testing the waters to see how it would be.
And fuck it, it was so so so good.
“Ahh” you moan as the tip of his cock hits deeper in your pussy, as your walls clench around him in pleasure.
You scream into his mouth, it is so intense, your pussy takes him all the way on to his shaft.
You keep riding him until you feel that low tingling feeling in your lower stomach.
You are about to come, you needed it any minute now.
You are moving faster, breath uneven, shamelessly moaning so loudly, you are sure your neighbours could hear it but you couldn't care less.
“Ngh heee” you wail, you dont know if its pain or pleasure or all together but it was good and stretching you apart and finally you are about to come.
“Hee–hee i-m im coming!!” you choke out, the orgasm is about to come as he moves his hips faster, thrusting harder.
“Yes baby, yes, come for me, come on my cock baby” he says, holding your hips, gripping it so hard, it could leave red marks on it and speeding up the movements, slamming you down onto his cock, taking control.
“Ahh–mm yess, yess im coming!!” you throw your head back, a loud, uncontrolled cry escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.
Heeseung doesnt stop, he fucks you through it, chasing his orgasm.
“Hee—” you scream so loudly, it was too much, you are overstimulating, you coat his cok, milking it all the way.
“I-i cant..too much–”
“Yess, you can, you can for me baby” his movements becoming faster, more erratic. He's grunting now, the sounds guttural and raw.
He lifts you slightly and then slams you down, the leather of the chair creaking loudly under the strain.
The sound of your pussy engulfing him is a wet, rhythmic squelch, the air being pushed out of your orifice in small, needy puffs.
“Im-im coming baby” he moves faster again and again.
“Im gonna fill you up, you’re gonna take me like a good girl and fill you up right?” he says as he looks at you and captures your lips into kiss again.
You feel him tense, his entire body turning to stone beneath you.
With one final, deep thrust that feels like it reaches your very soul, he lets out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body tensing.
He gives one final, massive thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as you feel the hot, pulsing jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the liquid warmth spreading through your internals.
“Fuck–take it baby”
You moan as he fills you up, while he grunts and finally comes undone inside you which felt so so so good.
As the intensity fades, he doesn't move.
He keeps you pressed against him, his heart hammering against your ribs.
You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, though he remains deep within. A small amount of semen and lubricant leaks from the junction of your bodies, dripping onto the black leather of the chair with a soft patter.
“That was–soo good” you whisper to him.
He smiles, that goddamn smile that melts you right away, probably even your bones.
He pushes a wet hair stand behind your hair as he finally speaks.
“Very good. Are you happy?” he asks and that genuinely made you feel happy that he was asking your opinion.
You nod, you look wrecked so did he, both of you breathing heavily, faces flushed.
“Are you ok?” he asks you sweetly after showing his dark side which you loved and so did you like that gentleness in his which made your heart filp and beat faster.
You blush as you nod and hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Dont hide baby” he pulls you back cupping your face.
“Mm” you whine sweetly.
He kisses your forehead gently.
"So," he says, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I think I lost that match."
You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder.
"Worth it?"
"The best loss of my life," he whispers, kissing your temple.
Heeseug twitches inside you, making you whimper.
“You’re still inside me hee” you say to him as it hurts a little but don't bother but it's still sticky and messy altogether.
But then he shrugs it off as if it's nothing, you frown and ask him “what?” and try to pull away.
He doesn't let you, he slams you back down as you scream and squeal from shock.
“Hee–” then while you are still inside him, he abruptly stands up, while still holding you tightly around your waist and still inside you.
“Ready for round 2 baby?” he asks as you widen your eyes in shock while his cock gets stiff all the way till his shaft again.
“Hee~” he crashes his lips on to yours slamming you onto the wall and starts moving inside you.
The first time you fuck Satoru real good, he rolls over after and buries his face between your breasts, head still light and spinning in his post-orgasmic haze. He mumbles something nearly unintelligible into your skin that sounds a lot like, "Love you, mommy."
His cheeks burn as the realization of what's just slipped from his mouth sobers him up, getting ready to deny, deny, deny. He buries deeper into your chest, embarrassment flooding his veins. You're going to make fun of him, he's sure of it.
Instead, you tuck your chin to your chest and press a kiss to the top of his head.
"Love you, too, Toru," you whisper softly.
He risks a glance up up at you to find you already gazing at him, hearts in your eyes. His blush deepens as he looks away, your immediate acceptance heating him from the inside out. He lets himself settle back into the comfort of your body, baby blues slipping shut as he places kisses to your sternum.
Pairing: Streamer!Gojo x PuppyHybridGf!reader x Streamer!Choso
CW: SMUT.. so much…smut, Dog hybrid reader, Dominant Cuck Gojo, Switch/Sub Choso, Sub reader, gaming, lots of petting, petplay(? shes a dog bro), shy Choso, masturbation, punishment, dp, anal, threesome, blowjobs, spitroasting, praise with degradation, kissing, humiliation(?), remote controlled vibrator (that pink lovense lush thing), facial (cum kind) (i gave up on adding chat lol)
"STOP SPAWN CAMPING MEEEEEUH!"
Your boyfriend groaned and smacked the desk hard enough to leave a pink blooming mark in the middle of his own palm, shaking the whole thing. The other hand was already tugging some overly expensive blue LED headphones down in frustration, white hair all messy.
"Mods! Find whoever suggested this FUCKASS game and kick them!" He practically shouted into the microphone.
Satoru was livestreaming himself playing an FPS game that chat had suggested he try, but of course, he wasn't happy about not being a pro player 5 minutes in.
Oh.
And someone woke up from their nap.
A dreamy yawn escaped your throat, ears twitching and folding up from your skull to listen to your boyfriend start cursing at his monitor(s) once again, getting worked up about people in the speeding chatroom laughing about his temper tantrum.
There was a human-sized dog bed underneath his desk, right between where Gojo would put his feet… enough room to curl up and roll around.
I mean, it wasn't him if he wasn't manspreading.
You let out a small whine when he groaned about something again, slowly sitting up and leaning forward- laying your cheek against the inside of his thigh, the fabric of the grey sweatpants soft against your skin.
The sudden contact had Satoru pausing, as if the little fit of rage faded on contact.
"My princess… did I wake you?" The white-haired man lightly cooed, focusing on the cute sight of your still drowsy eyes and scrunching nose, his hands leaving the keyboard and mouse to start petting your hair, blunt nails scratching behind your ears.
Yoonhater112: !! SIXEYES GET BACK ON THE GAME
melonsmelonsmelons: who is he talking to, bruh did the game make him tweak?
seacock3: @/melonsmelonsmelons nah it's his girlfriend
hybridgooner: OHHMYGOD SIXEYES SHOW HER SHOW HER I MISS HER
The regular viewers knew about you, Satoru had you hanging around when he gamed, but you rarely popped up on the camera- too busy snoozing or sucking his dick.
"Mnn… why were you yelling?" You murmur out, leaning into the affection, slowly crawling up from the plush bed to try and get on your boyfriend's lap.
"Sorry, puppy, I'm streaming- Watch where you put your hands." Satoru smiled, hoisting you up on his lap, cradling the back of your head, chest against chest in a familiar way.
You let out a soft grumble but lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, wrapping around him to comfortably cling on. "Too loud.." Your tail was slowly flopping back and forth, waving around in the camera.
"You comfy? I'm still live." Satoru gave a crooked grin, glancing back to the second monitor, seeing the sight of you on top of him.
GooningAvacado: gyatt
ihateovertime: I'm not into furries, but she might change my mind….
ICumOnTrees: how much to buy a hybrid
IDON'Tcumontrees: @/ICumOnTrees u cant buy them anymore lol, go out and touch grass- find one in the wild
"Are you trying to put on a show for them or something? Your ass takes up like half of the screen, baby." He quietly asked against your hair, a sneaky hand sliding down to grab into the flesh of one cheek, the fabric of your clothes not stopping him.
"Toruuu…" Your tail tried to swat him away, ears flattening again to try and pull away again.
"Fine, sorry, sorry. Not that kind of stream." Satoru smiled innocently, patting your ass before fully letting go and helping you climb off. "Maybe go get ready for bed, I'll stop gaming in a bit, kayy?"
-
A few hours passed, a shower taken, tucked in on your side of the bed… but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, still playing something and talking with chat, your tail flicked across the sheets in annoyance.
Bored of scrolling on your phone, the next best thing to do when bored came to mind.
To explain why you were reaching underneath the bed and pulling out a box filled with various toys, well… you and Satoru were freaks. You liked it that way anyway.
Your favourite was this pink thing… something Satoru had bought to use remote controlled, but he wasn't here to do so, was he?
click click click
The third setting on any vibrator is the best, prove me wrong.
The sound of buzzing filled the space underneath the blankets, and the soft moan that left your mouth echoed from the bedroom's walls.
You nudged the silicone thing between your legs, rubbing it against your panties- and applying more pressure right over the clit.
Your eyes fluttered shut, fluffy ears lying flat, and your back arching up from the mattress.
Just a quickie, you thought, to help you get sleepy.
You were too busy on the feeling of your clit getting pleasured through soaked fabric to notice the rest of the house had gone quiet, the lights in the hallway turned off, and the door to the shared bedroom was wide open.
"What are you doing?"
Busted.
You fumbled with the vibrating toy, trying to sit up and hide the embarrassment starting to show on your features.
"Nothing-"
"Nutting, yeah."
Satoru slowly walked over to the bed, taking his swwwweeet time to let you see his unimpressed look.
You rarely had any rules or things your loving boyfriend forbade; he loved seeing you happy.
But trying to get off by yourself? With a toy no less. That was a big, big biiig mistake. A hit to his pride and an offense to his dick that loved you oh so much.
"Couldn't wait for me to come back? How pathetic." He mumbled, leaning down and taking the pink thing from your nervous hands, dangling it in front of your face.
"Cmon puppy, you know I don't like it if you do this kind of stuff without me… do I have to remind my bad girl what happens when she breaks her one rule?"
"N..no…msorry..!" You tried to paw at the vibrator, wanting him to toss it aside and forget about all of this, thinking that acting cute would get you out of punishment.
But Satoru wasn't fooled by your puppy dog eyes and big pouts.
You found yourself flipped over, thighs pulled up, a rough hand keeping you down by pressing into the small of your back- face in the pillows while having your ass up for him.
click click click
Your tail trembled when the vibrator was slowly dragged up the inside of your thigh, teasing it closer to your needy cunt, all worked up from playing with yourself .
"Stay still for me."
Being edged by the same thing you had tried to get a quick orgasm out of was like pure torture, it didn't help that you could smell how turned on Satoru was by all of this. You knew he was practically leaking through his sweats, and a throbbing cock wanted to fill you up. But he was determined to teach you a lesson.
-
Satoru was petty, competitive, and a bit mean.
Mean because he decided that you crying and barking last night while he watched your poor cunt quiver and try to clench around nothing right before pulling away the toy wasn't enough.
The moment you woke up, he had stuffed you.
Not with himself, no.
The same pink traitor.
Remember how it was remote controlled? - by an app on Satoru's phone.
Breakfast was impossible, sitting across from him. Unable to even lift your cup of coffee without your fingers trembling from the sudden throbbing against your walls. And that white-haired bastard was smiling at your flustered state.
Walking around with your tail tucked between your legs and ears droopy, trying to be good all day, but Gojo just loved to make you squirm whenever you tried to sit or lie down, knowing the pressure would be worse.
"Can I take it out now- p..please…?" You tried to softly ask, tugging on his arm and wiggling your hips around, putting on the best act you could, maybe some mercy would be shown.
But all you got in response was him grabbing his phone and sliding the speed slider up- showing you the setting it was on- the evil vibrations showed on the display.
Obviously, he enjoyed this, having a cute puppy moaning for it to be turned off and unable to stand on her shaking legs was amusing.
It would have been fine-ish (LIE) if it had been just you two in the house all day. But noooooo…. Satoru needed to invite a close friend over to stream together.
Choso Kamo, better known as BloodBag to online fans. He has been friends with Satoru for ages now, and you have met him a handful of times by now, too. Choso was more active on YouTube, making bass guitar or drum covers of some niche rock bands, but he streamed more cozy, low-intensity RPGs or story games. You know the kind.
Anyways.
Choso and Satoru had planned this collab ages ago, Kamo staying over for the night, and a live going on for ages.
What wasn't planned was you trying to squeeze and rub your thighs shut while bundled up in the fluffy dogbed underneath the desk, acting unsuspecting while staring up at the two men sitting at the desk, fiddling with controllers and having some banter about the jiggle physics of their characters.
The setting your boyfriend had left the toy buzzing inside of you was fairly low, so neither you nor it gave away what was happening underneath.
Obviously, a whimper or whine escaped if you shifted, and the silicone would press against a spot that was a bit too sensitive.
Choso did glance down from your nervous sounds a few times, but the man looked more bashful than you after making eye contact.
"Chos! Watch out, that boulder is following you- DUDE!"
"Sorrysorry… got distracted."
A cut-scene played on screen, giving everyone a little break, Choso quietly talking to the viewers, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.
Doing a poor job of trying to ignore how Satoru was leaning back in his chair, looking down, where you were starting to feel a bit too warm now. Not to mention the odd app Satoru had pulled up, using his thumb to slide some sort of wavy line up and down.
Choso tried not to look underneath the desk, he could hear some sort of thrumming sound getting louder- just the pc probably. Nothing else that could vibrate, yeah.
His eyes flicked down, meeting your watering ones, the sight of your pitiful little face almost had him cry, too.
Maybe Satoru bought some more RAM… he has the money for it- or fans. Actually, the pc fans-
"Chos! Want anything to eat? I'll head to the pantry to grab a snack."
Choso's eyes snapped back up, panicking a bit.
"YeahYesYes- ahem, yeah, some chips would be.g..good…"
Not nonchalant at all, but it got Satoru to get up, pat the nervous man's shoulder, and walk out of the room, phone in hand.
Not even a second after you were moaning, trembling all over, with a hand sloppily attempting to cover your mouth.
That bastard.
The whirring got impossibly loud, having you try to sit up and shove a hand between your thighs. Some saving grace to having the guy you were sitting in front of and an ongoing livestream of thousands of people hearing you start to whine.
Choso, the poor guy, managed to mute the microphone and pull back enough to glance down, unsure, dark eyes meeting your droopy ones.
You tried to open your mouth to tell him to look away, but another pulse had you almost orgasming on the spot.
Subconsciously, your wobbly legs had shifted forward, as if wanting to crawl towards the dark-haired man.
"C..choso..s..sorry… mmmn.."
Not even sure why you were apologising, but while straddling the side of the fluffy dog bed, you couldn't do anything else. You reached out, desperate, fingers grabbing into his pants to hold on while your hips ground down into the almost pleasurable edge- humping the wall of the dog bed like some mutt in heat. Which you kind of were… unable to control the string of lewd moans flying out after a bit more fiction.
The wetness from your cunt had seeped through your panties and shorts at this point, a wet splotch forming between your thighs.
Kamo, somewhat still able to think, paused the livestream and brought his hand up to cover his face. But he was a simple guy, seeing a cute girl… with a shaking tail and flopping ears after each pathetic hip roll… he just had to peek through the gaps between his digits, flushed skin showing.
Seems like both of you weren't too in control of your limbs, his free hand twitched awake, sliding from holding on to the armrest to palm at a growing bulge.
Choso had noticed you acting a bit… needy the moment he had sat down with Gojo, and the little breathless gasps and mewls in the background while they both gamed had his cock straining against his boxers uncomforably, managing to hide it well till now.
"A..are you alright?" Choso breathed out into his palm, feeling stupid for asking such an obvious question, but he had to say something-
His trying to converse ended in you shuddering, fluffy tail standing up straight. And shifting off of the dogbed, another hand gripping into the fabric of Kamo's pants to crawl towards him, sniffling when the vibrations inside didn't stop hammering around.
You wanted to climb on his leg to use it instead of the dogbed, eyes getting bigger and lips parting- tongue flicking out to lick the corner of your lips, gazing at the throbbing thing in Choso's hand, the outline of it calling to your overstimulated brain. He hadn't stopped palming himself, hissing after dragging his thumb to the tip and pressing down. A tempting sight to a deprived hybrid.
The mastermind of this whole incident strolled in right when you planted your sopping cunt on Choso's foot, the fabric of your shorts and his sock shifting while you tried to rub against it.
"You two having fun?"
Chosos froze up, the hand over his face not budging an inch. An even more embarrassing situation- I mean, he was literally holding his dick while his friend's girlfriend tried to hump his leg. Not to mention that buzzing-
"Sorry, m..man..she just-" The turning red one tried to explain.
"Don't worry, Chos, keep going." Satoru smiled, tossing the bag of chips in his hand away to casually walk closer, tucking his hands in his pockets.
You, trying not to start crying from frustration, hugged Choso's calf, ears flicking up and then back down.
"What's wrong, puppy? Don't you want him to help? Cmon, ask nicely." Satoru leaned down to coo at you, face beside Chosos.
You sniffled, unable to keep still, and kept nudging your hips forward again. " Chos… c..can you help me.. please?"
He clearly struggled to keep calm; his hand dropped down from his face, hesitant to reach out, but a few fingers ran through your hair before guiding your head forward. "Yeah… yeah.."
Satoru stood up straight, watching from above while you gladly smushed your head in between Choso's thighs, gasping at the feeling of the lengthy hard on against your cheek, the warmth seeping from the fabric to your skin.
"Good girl… You gonna suck him off? Go on. I'll watch." Gojo encouraged, walking behind you both and landing in the empty gaming chair, pulling his phone out to fiddle with the settings for the vibrator.
Choso had one hand in your hair, gently pulling you closer- the other was tugging down the waistband in a hurry. Once freed, you wasted no time to start lapping at the leaky tip, eyes half-lidded and glossy lips kissing at the salty skin.
The view of you still trying to hump at Choso's leg, hips wobbling and tail wagging like crazy, ears flat and eyes focused on the obscenely large, pale dick in your mouth had Satoru biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and spreading his legs… it started to grow too uncomfortably tight in his pants.
The soft groan and breathy whimper Choso let out after you hollowed your cheeks and slurped on his cock had Gojo's breath hitching.
After a bit of getting to watch you try to deep-throat Choso and form a puddle of arousal, Satoru couldn't stand cucking anymore, abruptly standing up and reaching over to tug on your fluffy ear- pulling you off of Choso with a wet POP! The vibrations stopped, too. It seems like either the battery ran out or your boyfriend gave you a break from that torture.
The slobbered dick twitched, making Kamo shudder and slump back into the chair, downturned eyes flicking back from Gojo to you.
"Get her on the couch, Chos. Be good for me." Satoru exhaled, fingers twitching to his own pants.
Choso, the obedient puppy number two, stumbled up, carefully pulling you up and helping you to the couch in the back of the streaming room.
It was everything you had ever wanted, without hesitation Satoru had told Choso to bend you over, your boyfriend claiming your mouth, toying with your tongue with his fingers before helping a familiar girth over it, filling your throat completely, a palm under your jaw and one on top of your head, between your ears.
"Such a cute slut… cmon, talk to us, who tastes better, hm?" Gojo teased, making sure to nudge down further when your throat tried to choke out some sort of incoherent words as an answer, making fun of the fact that you were unable to say a word. The neatly trimmed white hair was tickling your nose, just how you liked it- drool dripping down your chin.
"Chos, are you getting shy? Can't you see her pussy waiting to get stuffed?" Satoru grinned across to Choso, who was trying to be polite… as much as he could, taking his time to slide down your shorts and panties… the soaked fabrics not even comparing to the sight of glistening, puffy folds being revealed to Choso- the little pink tail of the vibrator was tempting him.
"Chooss… you can take it out, I know you want to replace it with your own meat. I'm sure she wants something bigger than that silicone thing." Satoru kept talking, making the other man look flustered, watching as your tail swayed to the side, as if giving him some opening to take it out.
Sloooowly, the pink vibrator was pulled out, having you squirm and splutter around Satoru's base, your spit spilling down to his heavy balls at this point.
Your empty walls clenched and unclenched around nothing, ears flattening further and tail drooping, feeling empty had you starting to whine and cry about it.
No worries, Kamo knew how to cheer you up.
Slurp sluuurp choke… twap..thwap.. smack..!
Aren't you glad Choso paused the stream and cut the mics off? The whining and male groans, accompanied by lewd skin-to-skin and sucking sounds, sounded like some porno.
The more timid one was gripping your waist and spreading the fat of your ass to watch the other hole twitch every time he filled your cunt to the hilt.
Gojo was petting your head, taking shallow breaths when you were forced to move forward by the motion of Choso behind you.
Sandwiched by two girthy cocks messing up your insides had you blissed out.
"Scootch over a bit."
"But-"
"Don't worry, it'll fit."
Satoru had the brightest idea ever. Instead of taking turns, why not go at the same time?
There you were, lying on top of Choso, sniffling and licking at his jaw while Satoru spread your cheeks, you looked pretty stretched out by Kamo already, but…
An excited pink tip was trying to push inside, having you arch your back even more, letting out a cry at the way you were getting split open.
Choso got worried once again, shushing you and rubbing your back to try and get you to calm down. But when that didn't work, he captured your lips with his, keeping you distracted with a tender kiss.
The initial stretch and discomfort were worth it, clinging on to the dark brown-haired man, tongue and every moan being swallowed by him too.
Meanwhile, Gojo was groaning in your ear, making sure to run his hands across your body, your tummy, while being balls deep inside together with Choso. The feeling underneath his palms of your insides being stuffed full with both of them almost had Gojo cumming. But he wanted to be nice to Choso for doing what he was told this whole time.
"Dude… s..shit.. tootight… hey, you wanna- you want to do anything before we cum? Haah.. not gonna last like this…" your boyfriend mumbled out against your shoulder, trying to talk to Choso, who was still pretty busy with whimpering around your drooly tongue and canines.
Maybe Gojo shouldn't have asked, more for you than him, but.
You were sat upright now, tail slowly wagging, eyes watering, and pupils blown, Satoru still inside and slowly grinding his hips upwards into yours, hands caressing your sides and face, now being the one calming you down.
Your spine tensed, hands clung onto your boyfriend's biceps… Kamo was easing himself in past the rim, gently massaging your hips and the globes of your ass to relax the muscles.
"Shh.. it'll feel really good in a bit… promise.." He finally spoke up, too, placing a sweet kiss in the middle of your back.
Again, he was right.
Having both of them pistoning in and out in and out in a matching rhythm around your fluttering insides had you cumming- unable to tell them because all the words on your tongue were lost, blabbering and slobbering against Gojo while having both holes properly jammed full.
Oh, and of course, that wasn't it.
You were pushed to sit back on the couch after them agreeing to pull out leaving you gasping and overstimulated, the two of them standing above you.
The intense sound of rushing palms with wet skin filled your senses, making your jaw unhinge and loll your tongue out.
Lovely, warm splurts covered your face, eyes fluttering shut as you licked your lips, the two differently tasting loads made you shiver.
"Clean her up, Chos."
Such a good boy he was, lightly cupping your face and lapping up both his own and Satoru's release, making sure to give you one last peck on the lips too.
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"Chhaaatt!! Sorry for the wait, I had some technical difficulties. But look who's decided to join us now, gush about how cute she is instead of complaining, yeah?"
All three of you were at the desk once again, you now tucked between the two on your own seat, a small smile on your face as Choso pet you, letting Gojo do the talking.
The stream went on, and nobody questioned why the pillows and plushies were thrown about in the background… or the change of clothes.
Yoon's notes: this took me so long for no reason. HOPE U LIKEEE
from the moment you showed up, a last-minute addition to the group just before debut, you were seonghwa’s baby. but you’re not that terrified little fawn anymore—and his feelings for you are far from just protective. by request.
PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! this is among the nastiest things i’ve ever written. massive, impossible-to-overstate corruption kink, innocence kink, innocent virgin reader, power imbalance. seonghwa is a creep—implications of non-consensual voyeurism, self-hatred, unhealthy behaviour & attitudes towards you. heavy dubcon—you’re essentially pressured into doing anal. you consent, but you have to be convinced. seonghwa is mean, condescending and manipulative—he uses and abuses the trust you have in him and the care he’s taken of you in order to pressure you into giving him what he wants. please read at your own risk. hate is blocked—i am not your babysitter and you are not a baby. it’s your responsibility to read and consume content that you are comfortable with.
other warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, deepthroating, anal, dom/sub, mentions of punishment, mean dom hwa, degradation & praise, slight objectification and infantilisation.
words: 8.4k
You were a later addition—practically last minute. Something to make them stand out, they said; something to make people talk.
Ironically enough, talk is one thing you never seemed to do. You seemed to be doing everything you could to make yourself invisible.
For the first few weeks, you hardly said a word. Your eyes were always wide, confused; your lips parted like everything you encountered was new and unfamiliar and terrifying. You kept your hands in fists and the fists in your pockets until someone told you to take them out, and you flinched, even jumped, at the slightest noise.
You were like a little fawn, stumbling around in a big, big world that you weren’t quite sure how to fit into.
But you’re not anymore—and you haven’t been in quite some time. Hell, you’re probably better at this, at the whole fame thing, than he is. You’re a star—his star—and you’ve blossomed so, so beautifully. Sometimes he wishes he was the only one who saw it.
You’re on the couch when he comes home, curled up in a big shirt that hangs off your frame—Mingi’s, he thinks it is—with your legs sticking out the bottom. You’re leaning against Wooyoung, curled into his side and watching intently as he fights his way through the game he’s been playing this week.
“Fuck!” He shouts. He flings himself back a little in frustration, colliding against the couch cushions with a groan and you snort.
“You’re not getting any better at this,” you giggle.
You hum, a little tiredly, then stand up. You stretch your arms out, yawning, and finally catch Seonghwa’s eye; you smile softly, head tilting. “Hi,” you greet, voice soft. “I’m going to bed.”
“So early?” He asks.
“Photoshoot tomorrow,” you reply. “They’re putting me in Elle.”
“Vanity Fair,” Wooyoung corrects. His eyes haven’t moved from the game, still narrowed in focus and you grunt, rolling your eyes.
“Vanity Fair,” you huff. You’re already walking away, your eyes already drooping a little. “I always mix those up. Anyway, night guys.”
“Night,” Wooyoung grunts.
“Goodnight,” Seonghwa says.
He watches as you retreat, down the hall towards your room and disappear through your door.
You’re late to dinner the next day; the photoshoot ran long, you say, but rules are rules which means two extra shots before the drinking games have even started.
That rule was Wooyoung’s idea, of course, and he shoves the little glasses of vodka in your face with glee. “Punishment time,” he grins.
“Seriously,” you huff. “It was work.”
“Drink up.”
“Hongjoong,” you whine.
He raises an eyebrow, faintly amused. “Yeah, baby?” He asks.
“Wooyoung can’t force me to drink,” you say. “Tell him.”
“Wooyoung, you can’t force her to drink.” The sternness in his voice is transparently fake and it makes you snort, rolling your eyes.
“Whatever.” You grab the glasses and down them one by one. Wooyoung whistles. “She’s getting better at drinking.”
“She’s growing up,” Jongho shrugs. He takes a shot of his own before the words can settle.
Seonghwa is silent. Just sits there with his arm around your shoulders, watching you laugh and chat with the others. Tightening his grip a little when Wooyoung gets too close.
He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him lately. He was never like this before—never saw you as anything more than a best friend, a sister.
God, he feels like a pervert for wanting you like this. He practically raised you. You all raised each other, sure, but you were always his baby much more than the others.
“Seonghwa,” Mingi finally says. “What’s up, man? You’re quiet.”
He just shrugs; takes another bite of chicken and washes it down quickly. “Just a quiet day, I guess.”
Hongjoong smiles understandingly at him. It’s much more than he deserves.
You end up back at the house, a little tipsier than you’d intended but still decently sober. The circle you’ve all formed on the floor was accidental, everyone just flopping down on a different spot; it’s no surprise to him, really, given the mood of the group tonight, that a drinking game ensues.
Never have I ever—not their usual one, but certainly interesting. Seonghwa watches quietly, content to observe; he learns a little more about Mingi’s dating history and a lot more than he’d like about Wooyoung’s sexual preferences, but nothing too unusual for them.
Nothing good happens when you drink, Seonghwa’s mother used to say. He goes back and forth on it sometimes.
“Alright, alright.” Jongho is flushed, giggly, but still aware enough to take his turn. “Never have I ever jerked off while another member was in the same room.”
“Like when they didn’t know?” Mingi asks.
“Will that change your answer?”
“It might.”
Jongho rolls his eyes. “Okay. Whether they knew or not.”
Mingi drinks. So does Hongjoong, surprisingly.
Luckily for Seonghwa, he’s not really playing anyway.
You end up in something of a battle with Wooyoung, shooting out questions you already know the answer to just to air each other out; embarrass each other as much as possible.
Right when you think you’ve got him, Wooyoung gets a look on his face like he’s about to say something that can never be taken back.
“Never…” His eyes lock on yours. You raise an eyebrow, challenging. He smiles. “Never have I ever gone down on someone.”
Your smile drops, stumped, and his widens into a grin. Seonghwa curls his shirt tight around his hands.
“Drink up, guys,” Yunho says.
They do.
You don’t.
If Seonghwa clenches his fists any tighter he’s going to break a bone.
“Hm…” It’s San’s turn now; he’s flushed and sweating and completely susceptible to Wooyoung’s whims right now; Seonghwa should have guessed what he was going to say the moment Wooyoung leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Never have I ever…seen a cock? Or a pussy.”
“And it can’t be your own!” Wooyoung adds loudly; San nods, expression serious.
The others drink. You still hold back.
Seonghwa is dizzy. He has to be hallucinating right now. Or you have to be lying.
Yeah, his mother was right. He’ll never doubt her again.
Whatever’s going on in his head must be playing out on his face, too; Hongjoong glances at him concernedly then speaks firmly, with finality. “Alright, guys,” he says. “I think that’s enough. This is getting inappropriate.”
Protests ring out, of course. “Come on,” Wooyoung shouts. “We’re grown. We can talk about sex.”
“That’s not what you were doing,” Seonghwa says sharply, suddenly talkative. His eyes are narrowed in a way that seems to make Wooyoung shrink back a little on instinct. “You were asking questions you knew she couldn’t answer just to make fun of her. You were singling her out, both of you.”
The two have the decency to look a little ashamed, at least, but their eyes still gleam with mischief and something Seonghwa wants positively nothing to do with. He turns to you, curled into Yunho’s side; your eyes are drooping, face flushed and you look a little overwhelmed. Yunho is running his hand up and down your arm the way he’s always done when things are getting too much for you; when you’re starting to drift away from the world and they have to bring you back.
“Come on,” Seonghwa says, just loud enough to get your attention; you look up, lips parted a little and smile softly at him. It takes everything in him not to beam—or to yank you towards him and take you right here. Which he’d never do, of course, but still. “You’re falling asleep, honey, let’s get you to bed.”
You nod. “Yeah,” you mumble. “Sleepy.”
“I’ll take her,” Yunho says quietly.
The sharpness in Seonghwa’s voice takes even him by surprise. “No. Give her to me.”
Yunho’s eyebrow lifts, confused. You roll your eyes and wriggle out of his grip. “Or I can walk,” you suggest.
Jongho giggles from somewhere behind him. Seonghwa blinks. “Right.” Obviously.
“Come with me though,” you say. “In case I…stumble or something.”
Seonghwa takes your hand and walks you out of the room before he can think too much about it.
It’s about halfway up the stairs when he realises you’re sniffling; softly with your head bowed like you’re trying to hide it from him. His heart drops a little; he grabs your chin and tilts it upwards and the second thing he notices are the streaks of tears staining your cheeks.
The first, of course, is your soft, plush lips, pushed out and quivering like a puppy.
His heart stops for a moment—not just because you’re upset, but because you look so, so cute when you cry. So precious.
“Oh baby,” he coos. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“I don’t—” You pause, hiccuping, vision bleary. “I just…I feel embarrassed, Hwa, and I made you uncomfortable and—”
“Woah.” He grips your shoulders firmly, unyieldingly. Forcing your eyes on him. “Look at me. You didn’t make me uncomfortable. You didn’t do anything wrong. Stupid game just got out of hand, yeah?”
You blink slowly. Almost dumbly. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Let’s just get you to your room, alright?” He smiles. “You’ll feel better when you’re in your pyjamas.”
He’s right, of course; by the time you’re changed and tucked in the tears have stopped and only your small sniffles and blotchy cheeks give you away.
He knows how you get into your head sometimes; how you take something tiny and feed it until it blooms into something too heavy to hold on your own.
That’s why he’s here. To take it from you and share the weight.
He’d take every burden on earth from you if he could.
“Are you still feeling embarrassed?” He asks. He’d really like to fill the silence right about now.
“Yeah, a little,” you admit. “Wooyoung and San— they’re not…”
“I know,” he nods. “I’m sorry about them, baby. They don’t know how to control themselves. Especially not when they’re drinking.”
“No, it—” you hiccup softly, cutting yourself off halfway through your sentence and you lose your train of thought for a moment; he doesn’t rush you, though—patient as he always is. You clear your throat. “It’s fine, Hwa, I— I shouldn’t have answered.”
“They shouldn’t have asked. That game was stupid and they were being cruel. Don’t worry your little head about it.”
You nod, not really believing him, but on some more logical level you know it’s only because you’ve been drinking that you’re even upset at all, so you try to let it rest for now. When you wake up tomorrow you might not even remember this.
It’s quiet for a moment. Seonghwa’s stare feels heavier, more piercing than before. His voice is quiet, a little stunned. “You’ve really never sucked cock, huh?”
“Um.” You feel the heat flooding your cheeks and you cast your eyes downwards. As though you’re ashamed, for some reason. “Yeah, I haven’t.”
“Never even touched one.” He looks like he can’t believe it, doesn’t know if he should but so desperately wants to; like he’s stunned and relieved and delighted all at once.
What you’re not sure of is why he even cares; why your sexual experience even matters to him.
Or why the way he’s staring at you makes you feel so…small.
“Um.” You have nothing to say, really, but the weight of his gaze, of the silence and the tension he’s let build as he stares you down, was becoming too much to bear. “Is it bad?”
“That you haven’t sucked cock?” He asks. You nod. His smile is a little kinder now; fonder like it’s always been. But not quite. “No, baby,” he says. “It’s good, actually.”
You don’t know why, really—but it doesn’t feel like it’s good. The way he’d asked you so surprised, the way he’d talked about it like it’s something you should have done already—you feel a little stupid. Childish. Like he’s trying not to laugh at you.
“I don’t…”
He watches you closely for a second. You feel scrutinised. The words are tumbling from his mouth before either of you can stop them.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs. His voice is quiet; careful. “Do you want to?”
It’s silent for a moment; thick and heavy and stunned—then he gasps, eyes widening, like he’s woken up from a trance.
“Fuck,” he curses. He stands up, sharp and sudden like he’s touched something hot and scalding and is fleeing from the burn.
He stares at you in horror like the burn’s followed him and seared into his skin.
“Baby, I’m sorry. That was so inappropriate. Forget I said that, okay? Just go to sleep.”
“Seonghwa, I—”
“I said go to sleep.” His voice is firm, hardened at the edges and it feels like ice against your skin. He doesn’t wait for you to reply before he’s leaving your room so hurriedly it feels like fleeing.
The next day is weird. Seonghwa avoids eye contact all through breakfast; you feel him staring at you, see it from the corner of your eye, but when you try to meet his gaze he quickly looks somewhere else. He eats quicker than usual, washes up quieter than usual, and rushes from the table the moment he’s done.
Mingi watches him flee with raised eyebrows. “What’s going on with him?”
You shrug. Somehow it feels like you’re the last person Seonghwa would ever tell.
It bothers you a little for the rest of the day; not quite on your mind but certainly not off of it. Just lingering somewhere in the middle—the confusion, the worry, the wondering if and how this can be fixed.
That’s not your only problem, either. Another thing you’ve noticed today is that you’re so, so horny. More than you’ve ever been. You can’t stop thinking about what Seonghwa had said; the way he’d looked at you, almost trance-like in the brief moment before he snapped out of it.
You’re never felt so… small. So scrutinised. So electric.
You usually don’t touch yourself very often. Once a week, maybe, but often not even that. You tend to go through phases of it; back and forth between insatiable and practically impotent.
Recently, you’d thought, you’d been more like impotent. Yet by the time you finally manage to break away from the others and sneak up to bed you’re practically buzzing, a vibration under your skin you can’t turn off or satiate. Hell, the moment you open the door and see your bed you all but lunge at it, flinging yourself towards it with frantic, desperate hands in your pants.
You’re so desperate you don’t even think to lock the door behind you.
You settle on your back, hand tucked into your panties, playing with your clit and teasing your hole. You’re not doing much, but when you’re this pent up you don’t need much. Soon enough you’re biting your other hand to keep yourself quiet, a failed attempt to quell the moans and cries that ring out despite your efforts, and you’ve squirmed your shorts and panties halfway down your thighs. Your thin blanket is tangled around your knees and your eyes are closed—head thrown back against the pillow.
You don’t hear the footsteps out in the hall—nor the turning of the handle and the door creeping open.
The first thing you hear is Seonghwa’s voice, low and urgent.
“Sweetheart, are you—fuck.”
Your eyes snap open. Seonghwa is standing in the doorway, hand still curled around the handle, staring open mouthed and stunned at you—at your pussy, wet and exposed and stuffed full of your fingers.
You shriek, diving under the covers and trying desperately to cover yourself but you know it’s too late—you know he’s seen it all. Your pussy, your wetness, your fingers disappearing into the warmth. Your legs shaking and your mouth hanging open with pleasure.
He’s seen all of it. You’ve never felt more mortified.
But when you look up again, finally meeting his eyes, your face burning with shame—he doesn’t look bothered at all. Not embarrassed, not uncomfortable—completely neutral. Unaffected. It somehow makes you feel even more humiliated.
“Hwa,” you groan. “Fuck, why didn’t you—”
“Why didn’t I knock?” His voice is calm and level as he cuts you off and you nod miserably. “Because I’ve never heard you cry out like that, baby. I thought you were getting hurt.”
You pause. “Hurt?”
His lips stretch into a soft smile; it’s warm, gentle, familiar but the tension in the air is thick and unchanging and completely new. Heavier than anything you’ve felt before. “You sounded like you were in pain, sweetheart. I had to make sure you’re alright, didn’t I? Can’t have my little girl getting hurt.”
My little girl. The whimper you let out takes you both by surprise.
It’s not like he’s never called you that; he always has, in fact, since the first days as trainees when he’d fret and worry over your every movement, always paranoid you were going to get hurt somehow. It’s just another expression of his love for you, of the protectiveness and the responsibility he’s always felt for you.
So why, now, does it sound so different?
My little girl. With the way he’s looking at you now, it feels more like a claim than an endearment.
You watch in shameful silence as his gaze moves across your covered body; the thin sheet only barely separating him from your nakedness. He takes another step inside, pulling the door closed behind him. The soft click of the lock might somehow be the loudest sound you’ve heard in your life.
And maybe it’s just because he’s so often next to Yunho and Mingi, or because you already feel so small and ashamed and scrutinised in his presence right now—but Seonghwa has never, in all the time you’ve known him, seemed so imposing. So large and enveloping and dwarfing you completely.
He’s also, somehow, never looked so attractive. His veins are pulsing, jaw clenched and there’s a look in his eyes that sparks something deep within you; something unknown and forbidden and tantalising.
He comes to sit next to you, on the edge of the sheet you’re still clutching to the top of your chest like a shield. Up close now, he looks as gentle as ever, the intensity of before dissipating almost entirely.
Still lingering, though. Just under the surface.
“Move the sheet,” he says softly. “Show me what you were doing.”
You blank; whatever you thought he was going to say, it certainly wasn’t that—certainly not so directly, either. You curl the sheets tighter around your fists, frozen in place and he smiles, all fondness. “You don’t need to hide from me, bunny.”
Fuck. Bunny? “I…”
“Hm?”
You pause, hesitating, then whimper before you can help it. You just feel so small now—so helpless and vulnerable. “Hwa…”
“I just want to help you, baby,” he coos. “I want to make you feel better. Don’t you trust me?”
Of course you do. You trust Seonghwa implicitly—you’d trust him with your life without second thought.
But this? Would you—do you trust him with this?
Only when he starts to move do you realise he wasn’t actually asking for your permission.
“Here, now.” He pulls the sheet down slowly, exposing your skin inch by inch; a careful, gentle pace, like you’re a tiny creature he’s trying not to spook. “Let me have a look, yeah? I can help you make it better.”
“How?”
“I know how the body works,” he says. “I know how pleasure works. How to find it. Have you ever made yourself cum?”
You blink slowly. “No.”
“Of course you haven’t.” He smiles, gaze flickering up to you; by now he’s pulled the blanket back down to where it was, your pussy bare again, but with him talking to you like that you hadn’t even noticed. Huh.
“Do you want me to help you?”
“You really think you can?”
“I know I can,” he says. “I’m grown enough to make a girl feel good. Are you grown enough to take it?”
“Of course,” you nod.
“Take these off, then,” he fingers at the band of your panties, bunched around your thighs. “You don’t need them. It’s easier if you’re bare.”
“Okay.” You slide them down and off, flushing a little. He watches silently as you obey his instruction.
“Good,” he says. “Now spread your legs.”
You do. Already your thighs are sticky, a string of your juices sticking between them when they separate. Seonghwa’s breath hitches.
“Show me how you were doing it,” he says, a little raspy. “How you please yourself.”
You do it like you were doing it before; two fingers stuffed inside, pushing in and out while your thumb rubs at your clit. He watches you for a moment, maybe a few, enough to get a feel for it, then his lips curl.
“Oh sweetheart.” The words are purred; predatory and his tongue pokes against his cheek like he’s trying to restrain himself. “You have no idea, do you?”
“I…”
“Take your fingers out.”
You do. He sighs. “You’re helpless, baby,” he chuckles. “Stuffing your cunt, fucking it back and forth like you’re trying to dilate yourself or something. What are you doing touching yourself like that, hm? So dirty.”
“Dirty?” You repeat.
“That’s not how a good girl fucks herself,” he says. “Here, I’ll teach you.”
You know you’re well past the point of no return by now, but something about those words has your heart dropping like he’s just pulled out a gun and told you to fire. “What?” You squeak. “Teach me?”
“Yes, teach you. Will you let me?”
It takes you an embarrassingly short amount of time to consider it. Not much thinking you can do right now anyway, though, when the only word your brain can string together enough to be decipherable is Seonghwa.
“Yeah,” you breathe. “I’ll let you.”
You sort of expect him to start finger fucking you outright—instead, before he even touches you there, you find yourself on your knees on your bedroom floor, staring up at him with wide, uncertain eyes.
The first thing you needed to learn, apparently, is how to make him feel good. Good girls earn their pleasure, he says.
“Have you thought about sucking dick before?” He asks. “Read anything about it?”
You shake your head.
“Didn’t think so.” He laughs a little, light. “Okay, you start with the belt.”
“The belt?”
He lifts the bottom of his t-shirt up a little, enough to get a peek of black leather. “Here,” he says quietly. “Put your hands on my belt, baby, that’s it. See the buckle?”
It takes you a moment to realise he’s asking you a question now; he nudges your cheek with his finger, neither tender nor chiding and you stare confusedly at him for a second before your brain finally catches up. “Yes,” you whisper. “I— I see it, Hwa.”
“Good girl. Do you think you can undo it for me?”
”Undo?” Your lips are parted slightly; a tiny ‘o’ shape that would be just big enough for him to slip a finger in between them and you’re a delectable sight if he’s ever seen one.
He has other intentions for you now, though. He’ll have time to savour you later.
“Yes,” he smiles. “Don’t you want my cock, honey?”
Oh. Right. “Yeah.”
“Take it out, then,” he says. “Don’t keep me waiting.” There’s a firmer edge to his voice now, like when you’re acting up at practice or a schedule and he has to bring you to heel. On instinct you almost bow your head like you’re being scolded but you catch yourself before you do—you don’t need to do that. You haven’t been bad; the opposite, actually—you’re being good. Seonghwa is teaching you to be good.
You reach for his belt with shaking hands and your nerves are multiplying by the second as you carefully undo the buckle and pull it open. You look up at him again with wide eyes; a vision of innocence and the sight makes him gulp. He doesn’t know how or why he held back for so long.
But he’s sure as hell not going to do that now.
“Unzip my pants,” he grunts. “Pull my cock out, honey. Don’t run from it.”
You obey; you fumble with the button for a moment, then comes the zip, then his underwear, dark gray and tight and already stained with precum.
His dick is thick and long and heavy, half-hard and leaking from the angry red tip. “Hold it,” he grunts. “Put your hands on it.”
“Okay,” you squeak; nerves are seeping into your voice already but it only seems to make him harder. You wrap your fist around it, holding it tight and still; you’re not sure if you’re meant to move it, or stroke it, but he seems satisfied with this. With the sight of you on your knees, hands on his dick and looking at it like it’s the scariest thing you’ve seen in your life.
His eyes are wide; pupils blown. He looks crazed.
“Oh wow,” he breathes. “Look at my cock in your little hands, baby. Looks so big, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” you whimper. It does. He groans, loud and affected and his dick pulses in your palm.
“Gonna love fitting it in you, baby,” he says. “You’re gonna feel so full. Not yet, though.”
You blink. “Not yet?”
“No,” he smiles. “You haven’t earned it yet, have you?”
Earned it. You have to earn it? You frown, brows creasing and he clicks his tongue. “You really know nothing, do you?” He sighs. He grabs your jaw, gentle but firm, tilting your head upwards a little more. “Little girls have to earn their dick, baby. It’s a privilege. You need to show me you can be good for me. Then maybe I’ll see fit to give it to you.”
Oh. That makes sense. Be good for him—you can be good for him. You always are. You nod, a little dazedly. “Okay, Hwa.”
“Such a good girl,” he smiles. “I raised you well. Can you try touching it a little, sweetheart?”
“I am.”
“Not like that,” he laughs. “Move your hand a little, up and down. Squeeze it.”
“Oh,” you say. “I…okay. I can try.”
“Good. You need to get used to playing with cock, baby.”
You move slowly, up and down his shaft with a little bit of pressure. It seems to work; he makes a noise of pleasure, eyes closing for a moment before he gets ahold of himself and they’re back on you; watching you, monitoring you like a teacher and student.
Which you are, in a way. He’s definitely teaching you something.
“That’s it,” he says. ”Get used to touching it. To tasting it, too. Give it a lick, love, right around the tip.”
The nice thing about Seonghwa is that he is, has always been, exceptionally clean. You’ve rarely seen him dirty; even when he’s sweating and exhausted after a concert, he always smells…well. He always smells clean. He smells…Seonghwa.
His cock is no different; the skin is tasteless, just the soft scent of his body wash and the salty precum leaking from the tip. It’s hot on your tongue, not a taste you’ve ever experienced before, but it's not…bad, per se. It just tastes like him. Seonghwa, with a little bit of a bite.
“You like it?” He coos. “Tastes good, baby? It’s just for you.”
“Yeah,” you mumble. “Mmf…”
He laughs, stroking your hair softly; tenderly. God you’re pretty. Such a perfect picture of innocence. “There’s a good girl,” he smiles. “Take it in now. Put your mouth on it properly, that’s it.”
When you reach the base, his tip pressing into your throat enough to sting, he cups the back of your head with just enough strength to hold you there. You choke, eyes welling, and he grunts and pushes deeper. “Take it,” he hisses. “All the fucking way.”
You don’t need to suck him for too long—just the image of you down there, on your knees for him, your mouth stuffed full and struggling to accommodate you as you gag and splutter around his cock is enough to have him on the edge of breaking.
You’re so useless. So helpless. You look so dumb and— and innocent. Like everything he’s spent the last few months trying to convince himself he didn’t desire.
“You look pretty like this,” he murmurs. “You look empty.”
You whine, muffled around him, and he groans. “Shit, I won’t last like this,” he mutters. “Okay, fuck.”
He pulls out quickly, without warning; you stare up at him confused and he laughs, poking at your cheek. “Little baby,” he smiles. “C’mon, on the bed. I’ve got you.”
He helps you up, practically lifting you over to the bed and lying you down on it. He pulls your legs apart, the skin already sticky and glistening, and crawls between them. Your pussy is dripping; trails of your wetness cascading down your thighs. He has to close his eyes and take a long, deep breath to stop himself from cumming just at the sight of it.
He starts with a thumb on your clit. A little pressure, then a little more. You’re wet enough already that he can slip two fingers into your hole outright; your walls are tight around him, almost clinging as he starts to move in and out.
“You do it like this,” he says. “Tease your clit and fuck your cunt at the same time. But…” He pulls his fingers out, again without warning, and shuffles closer, rubbing his tip against your entrance. You gasp, tensing, and he grips your hip with his other hand.
“You don’t need to know how to do it,” he continues. “Not when I’m here. You don't need pleasure from anyone except me.”
He doesn’t wait for your response; just angles his tip with your hole and starts to slowly push in. You cry out, legs tensing, but your pussy is sucking him in so eagerly you’d think you were the one who’d pushed for this.
“I can feel how desperate you are,” he grunts. “Tiny virgin hole and it’s still sucking me in so easily. You’re so easy for me, aren’t you baby?”
You blink. “What?” You ask. “Easy?”
“Yeah,” he coos. “You want this even more than I do. You’ve been begging for this.”
He doesn’t know how long it takes for him to get all the way in; by the time he bottoms out your already small, squeaked responses have devolved into incoherent babble; pretty little noises that feel like honey in his ears.
Seonghwa is very far from a virgin—but this feels like losing himself all over again. And when he starts to move the thrusts are as desperate and uncontrolled and sloppy as if he were completely inexperienced.
You make him feel like it, though; the way you feel around him and the way you’re looking at him as he fucks you open is something he’s never experienced. It makes all the other times he’s sunk himself into a warm, wet cunt feel as exciting as fucking his fist alone in his room like a teenager.
He feels like he’s lost in it, time pausing and hurrying simultaneously—he’s not really aware of anything but the feeling of your cunt and the softness of your skin until you sniffle loudly, whining, your hands tugging at his undone belt and trying to get his attention.
“H-Hwa,” you whimper. He hums in acknowledgment, glancing up at your tear-streaked face and you sniffle again, legs tensing. “It hurts.”
“It hurts?” He repeats. “How, baby?”
“Feels— ah, feels tired now. My— my thing is.” Even as you sob between each word he doesn’t stop fucking you; he hits your spot halfway through the sentence, making you cry out and his breath hitches at the sound. “Feels too…too full.”
“Too full?”
“My hole,” you squeak. “Hole hurts.”
His face softens, pace slowing down. “Oh darling. You should’ve told me, you know Hwa would never hurt his little girl. Why don’t we do something different, hm?”
“Different?”
“Yes, honey. We don’t wanna break that little pussy of yours, do we? You’re still learning, gotta be careful with you.”
“Right,” you mumble. “Don’t wanna break it.”
“Mhm. So why don’t we give it a rest and play with your other hole?”
”My other hole,” you repeat. He nods, raising an eyebrow; you swallow. Nerves flutter in your stomach, creeping up the bottom of your spine. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” He asks. His hand finds your thigh and wraps around it tightly; enough to make you notice without cutting off the blood. “What don’t you know?”
“If I want that.”
“Don’t be silly,” he grins, “of course you want that. You said you wanted me to take care of you; this is how I’m going to do it.”
There’s no give in his voice; no room for discussion in his words. Still he sees the nerves and the hesitation on your face, the flicker of doubt in your eyes, and wants to take it away. He only wants pleasure on your face. Not anxiety, not uncertainty—just ecstasy.
If you can accept it, accept him, he can give you everything.
He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. He feels your body tense beneath him like you’re scared you’ve disappointed him and he resists the urge to smile. “I told you I’d take care of you,” he says. He pushes a strand of sweat-soaked hair out of your face, the touch tender and feather-light compared to the firm, punishing grip his other hand maintains on your thigh. “Haven’t I always done that? You’ve always looked up to me, baby, always trusted me to know what’s best for you.”
It’s true. From the moment you joined the company, alone in a foreign country without your parents, Seonghwa took you under his wing; they all did, really, but it was him in particular that seemed to view it as a personal responsibility. And he’s never led you wrong—so why would he start now?
“C’mon, honey,” he mumbles. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Your voice is barely a whisper but the answer is immediate; instinctual and the proud smile that stretches over his face fills you with warmth. He must see the nerves on yours, the tension in your small frame as he hovers over you because he cups your cheek in his hand; a means of silent reassurance he’s used on you since your trainee days. Never like this, though.
“It’s for your own good, baby,” he says. His voice is soft and gentle now; condescending, almost—like he’s talking to a child or a pet rather than his own fully grown group member. “Little girls need to learn to take it in all their holes. Especially my little girl. You do want to be mine, don’t you?”
You do. You really, really do. But this… Can you do this?
He nudges his head a little closer to yours, enough to feel his breath against your hot, flushed skin and his voice has dropped to barely even a whisper. “C’mon, trust me. I know you can do it.”
He sees the hesitation on your face as clearly as the desire in your eyes. You’re on the edge now, he can feel it; so is he. It’s up to you which of you snaps first.
He sighs, shaking his head like you’ve disappointed him.
“Do you not want to be a good girl?” There’s a stern, almost scolding undertone to his voice now that makes your breath stutter. “A good girl would listen to her elder, no? She’d give him what he wants, what he decides she needs. Are you a good girl or not?”
“I am.” Just the implication makes you whine unconsciously—he’s always called you that, right from the very first time you joined their practice sessions and nailed a dance move on the first go. It sounds so earnest and sweet from his mouth that you’ve come to anticipate and cling to it like a lifeline—and the idea of going without it feels like a condemnation of the worst kind. “I’m a good girl, Hwa, I am.”
“Then you should listen to Hwa, baby. You know he knows what’s best for you, don’t you? He’d never hurt you.”
“I know.” You nod. “I just…”
He hums, noncommittal and his voice softens for a moment. “I gave you a safeword, bunny. So either use it or turn over.”
Your head is a mess of thoughts and wants and anxiety but there’s one thing you know for certain—you don’t want to use your safeword. You want to make Hwa happy, to prove to him you’re a good girl who can follow his directions. And…well, you really, really want him in your ass now, however shameful or uncomfortable it may be. In a couple of minutes the thought of it has blossomed from the strange and wrong and terrifying idea it once was to something thrilling and tantalising. You want him to take and possess you in every way possible; to leave no part of your body untouched and vulnerable to be claimed by someone else. No, it has to be him. His.
He’s quiet for a second, watching the gears in your head spin; the puffing of your wet lips into that little pout of yours that you’ve used on him since you were trainees. “Poor little thing,” he coos. “You’re so repressed you can’t even admit what you want. Have to be forced, huh?”
You can’t even bring yourself to nod but the heat that floods your cheeks says everything. You’re many things, but apparently subtle is not one of them and Seonghwa of all people can read you like an open book. “Mhm,” he smiles. “Don’t worry, honey, you’ll get what you need, I’ll make you take it. Hold still, precious.”
He pulls out suddenly and the loss is unexpected and profound; without the heavy thrusts he’d been delivering you’d honestly forgotten he was still inside you until he wasn’t, and the emptiness makes your eyes well up with desperate tears. He just smiles softly, cooing and hushing you as he turns you over onto your front.
The feeling of his hand running down your back makes you shiver, skin tingling in anticipation and he chuckles deeply, darkly. “Eager, huh?” He whispers. “I knew you wanted it. Let’s see those little holes, yeah?”
He doesn’t wait for your response before pulling your cheeks apart to expose you fully to him and he makes a noise of satisfaction, running his finger gently across the sensitive skin; when it grazes over your hole you jump a little, squeaking in surprise and he hums, sounding pleased. “So sensitive,” he mumbles. “Have you ever played with this hole before?”
“No.”
His breath is sucked in, caught briefly in his chest before he clears his throat and the cool, mocking demeanour returns as he rubs at you lazily. “Course you haven’t,” he purrs. “That’d be dirty, wouldn’t it? You’d never do something so shameful.”
The finger leaves you for a second and you hear a quiet, wet pop sound before it returns, wetter now and easing its way inside. You grimace, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to the sensation but he’s gentle enough that it’s strange more than it’s painful. He begins to move his finger slowly, experimentally, noting the small reactions you have to each movement. “I’ll give you another now,” he mumbles. The second finger hurts a little more but it’s still bearable, and his soft voice as he encourages you allows you some distraction.
After the third finger, you feel him reaching over for something, fingers pulled out and then something large and wet and cold is pressing against you. You whine confusedly and he hushes you, patting your butt fondly. “I’m gonna fuck you now, baby,” he whispers. “I was generous and put some lube on my dick so it’s not as hard on your little virgin hole, but you gotta be brave for me, alright? It’s gonna hurt.”
You nod, burying your head in the pillow and curling the soft blanket around your clenched fists; a small outlet for the tension and intrusion filling you as he pushes himself in. “Good,” he says. “Almost there. Good baby.”
“Hwa,” you gasp. You clench your teeth, limbs taut as you try to withstand the painful intrusion. “Hwa, I don’t—”
“You’ve got it, baby,” he coos. “Such a good little girl letting me do this. So brave. Just hold on a little longer, it’ll feel good soon.”
“But—”
“No buts.” His voice is colder now; firm again. “Am I gonna have to pull out and spank you instead?”
You whine, shaking your head; you can do it, and as much as the thought of Seonghwa actually hurting you makes your stomach pulse for some reason, right now you just want to please him. “No, Hwa. I’ll be good.”
“That’s right,” he smiles. “You will. Just how I taught you to.
He goes slowly, pushing into you carefully. “Breathe,” he murmurs. “Deep breaths, nice and slow. I’m almost there.”
You feel the moment he does it; at the last stretch he grabs your waist and tugs you sharply backwards, your hips colliding with him; the sound of skin slapping together, your moaning and his somehow feels dirtier than what you’re actually doing.
“There we go,” he groans. “How does it feel, baby?”
“I…” You trail off, struggling to find the words because honestly you don’t know how it feels. It feels… stretched? It’s harder to take him in here than it ever was to take him in your pussy, and it still borders on painful even before he starts to move. But the pain as he does so is somehow pleasant—the feeling of being held under firm hands as he fucks you open; the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing well and being a good girl for him just like he told you to. He’s spitting filthy praises as his movements quicken and it pushes the pain to the back of your mind. You’re being good for him; taking it like a fucking champ. That’s what matters.
You feel the warmth of his body hovering over yours, wet lips kissing hungrily at the back of your neck and down your spine. He sucks a harsh bruise into your lower back, making you squirm and you feel his lips curling into a smile against your skin before he lifts himself back up to fuck you properly.
“Christ,” he grunts. A slender finger presses against your clit, just firm enough to be noticeable above the haze before both hands reach to spread your cheeks even further. “Look at you, baby,” he whispers. “Pretty little hole is clenching around my cock. You love it, don’t you?”
You try to get the words out but they’re caught in your throat. “I- I–”
His hand crashes down against your cheek before you can finish. “You love it,” he says, and he’s not asking anymore. “Stop lying to me. You love being my whore. Say it.”
“I love being your whore,” you whimper.
He hits you again in the same spot, harder this time and you cry out. “Louder,” he hisses.
You try to raise your voice, forcing the words out around the rawness in your throat that still feels stretched from the memory of his cock forced to the back of it. “I love being your whore,” you sob. “I love it Hwa, please.”
“Fuck,” he grunts. His hips buck, unsteady for a moment and the weight of his hands on your hips grows heavier. “Yeah, shit. My baby whore with my dick in her tight little asshole. You take it so fucking well, don’t you?”
“Have to,” you say. “Have to— have to do it.”
“That’s right,” he coos. “You don’t have a choice. I make the choices here. Say it.”
“You make the choices,” you cry. “Hwa— you choose. I don’t.”
“I’m gonna slut you out, little girl,” he growls. “I’m gonna train you to go dumb on this dick every fucking time. You want that?”
“I— yes— want.”
“Good,” he says. “Cause there’s no going back now. What I’m doing to you—you can’t get that back. Doesn’t matter what you do— you’ll never get it back.”
“Fuck,” you squeal. His hands snake around your waist to cup your tummy and he groans, hips bucking.
“I’m in here, baby,” he croons. “I’m all stuffed in your tummy here. Can’t believe you used to be so pure. Can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner. We could’ve been having so much fun. You could be so well trained by now.”
“I can,” you whine. Your head is a mess now, only sensation, but what little thoughts you do have revolve entirely around pleasing Seonghwa; being good for Seonghwa; Seonghwa.
“I know,” he smiles. “You will, baby. You’re gonna be so good for me, and I’m gonna take care of you. All the care you need.”
“Please.”
Fuck. God. He can’t even see your face right now and yet he knows exactly what it looks like—pictures the glazed, empty eyes, your parted lips, your mouth open a little like you’ve forgotten how to close it. Fucked out, is what you look like. You sound like it, too—those little whimpers turned to gasps and screams then back again as he fucks you open; the desperate noises and slurring, garbled words he scarcely understands.
It’s like he’s fucked your brain right out of your head. Maybe it fell out of your stretched, open asshole. He hopes it did.
Fuck, Seonghwa has never felt more powerful than he does now. Even during shows, he's never felt adrenaline like this. Never felt a rush or a high like this.
It’s a wonder he didn’t cum the moment he pushed himself past your tight rim. If he had even a little less self control his seed would be dripping out of your hole and onto the sheets already by now.
“You know how helpless you look right now?” He asks. “You look so small and weak underneath me. Fuck, you know how many creeps out there would jump at an innocent thing like you? They’d do anything for the chance to sink their claws into you like this.”
Creeps like me, he thinks. Not just shame but arousal, a sick kind of thrill, crawls through him at the realisation that right now, like this, Seonghwa is everything he’s spent years warning you about.
Just the way your asshole is squeezing his dick like you’re trying to suck the life out of him is enough to make it feel worth it. Worth throwing away reason and rationale and morality if it means he can have you like this.
He grunts, pushing deeper and making you squeal. “I should’ve done this a long time ago,” he gruffs. You’ve practically gone limp beneath him, but he can tell from your little noises, and the reactions of your body to each thrust, that you’re still awake. Good—he’s not done with you yet. “It’s not safe for a pretty thing like you to still be so naive. Need to know what men want from you, what they think of you.”
“Ah,” you grunt. Your legs are shaking now, thighs clenching and unclenching like your body is buckling under the weight of pleasure. You look a mess—you look broken. “Seonghw—ngh.”
“I know,” he huffs. “I know it feels good. Feels a lot. I’m just—fuck—I’m just showing you how the world works, baby. M’just doing my job. You’re taking it so well, letting me use you like this. You love it?”
“Love it,” you say. Your voice is muffled now, like you’ve bitten down on the pillow; looking for release, maybe, or an outlet.
“I know you do.”
He speeds up, tightening his grip on you and pushing deeper, making you choke, pressing your head into the pillow. He puts his hand on the back of your head to push you down against it harder.
“You should be thanking me,” he says. “Thank me for fucking your ass, honey. Thank me for doing the right thing and turning you into my whore before someone else can.”
“Thank you.” Your voice is hollow and hoarse; high-pitched, desperate, spent. “Thank you, Hwa, for— for making me your whore. For protecting me.”
Your voice breaks, cracks on the final word.
For a moment, just a moment, Seonghwa swears he exists outside of his body.
His eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed, and he sees you—behind his eyes, on your knees, staring up at him. Naked, legs spread, a leather collar tight on your neck atop bruised skin—red, purple marks from beneath your chin to the top of your collarbones.
Marks he put there. He knows that from the way you look at him with a flicker of fear in your eyes. Fear and adoration. Worship and possession—like he’s your saviour and your desecrator all at once.
There’s a loud, sharp cry that sounds like you, but your mouth is closed. You wince, and he watches the bruised skin of your neck pulsing when you swallow.
Fuck. Is he really so high on you he’s having visions of all the fucked up things he wants to do to you?
He’s already close—the idea of having you collared and bruised at his hands is about to send him over the edge.
His body seems to work of its own accord—in a split second he pulls out and turns you over onto your back, so he can look right into your eyes as he grabs your face and tugs it forwards.
He comes undone in all of a second. Ropes of cum land on your face, your chest, in your open mouth. He’s not aiming anywhere in particular—he just wants to see you covered.
To see you defiled.
It feels like the final step in a plan he didn’t know he’d been writing. There’s something almost ritualistic about it.
You’re smiling, grinning, like you’re high on the ecstasy of it and never want to come down.
A single tear rolls down your face. He catches it on his tongue at the bottom of your chin.
✎♡ Pairing: Loser/Nerdy Husband!Seonghwa X female reader
✎♡ Warning: Smut with A LOT of flashbacks, might contain heavy topic that not all will agree (child exposure to sex, which is never ok in real life situation! Be mindful of your surrounding please!), porn addicted, poor plushie being lick and grind on, stealing panties, sniffing on used panties, dub con (the reader consent!), pervert, begging (from man n woman), pussy drunk, pussy worship, face in pussy, ALL ABOUT PUSSY ADDICTION
✎♡ A/N: I'm sorry for making yall wait 😭 Lot of things happened and I nearly give up the half way writing this fic cuz of my self doubt but here we are, HOORAY. Just, I'm sorry if there is a lot of grammar mistakes or confusing plots. I tried my best to keep everything smooth. Any comments or feedbacks will be appreciated, I LOVE BEING PRAISE🐇 Anyway, I'm thinking of doing part 2 for this but we'll see.
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“Seonghwa! Mmph–!” You throw your head on the soft pillow of your bed, writhing from the pleasure that your husband just gave. His head stay buried in your leaking cunt while greedily slurping all your juicy slick into his throat. “Angel..haa–fuck–yess give me more, baby” He moans in bliss as he continue to dive into your wet sloppy cunt. It's been a year now since you married him but not once he changed. Still hungry for the sweet cunt of yours—every day, every night—since your college year.
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You still remember how innocent Seonghwa was back then, the first time you met him. It was in your psychology class, where you were given a seat beside him. He, of course the quiet kid who didn't interact much unless he was spoken to. But he wasn’t ignore by anyone, he is just who he is. You might think that he’s introvert but in reality, he’s the opposite. Not too mention, he was one of the most popular football players in your college.
“Um, sorry, but can I borrow a sticky note—wait, no, can you lend me some? I forgot to bring mine. Sorry.” You dip your head a little in a guilty gesture from disturbing his focus, and let out an awkward chuckle.
His glasses slip down from the bridge of his nose, and the flustered expression on his face is so endearing that it makes you grin. His fingers tap a quick, nervous rhythm on the desk. “S-sticky note?” He asks, clearing his throat. “Sure” His hand quickly digs through his pencil case and just like that, the tiny paper squares are found. The conversation is short, a small exchange between you two for the first time.
The second time was when you asked him to help you carry the lecturer’s files. It wasn't intentional—those files were heavy as hell. Thesis, research, proposal—whatever. As if you give a damn, but since the lecturer asked, and being a good student you were, you agreed to it. On the way to the office, you met him. It was still clear in your mind when you saw him exit the library with the soft blush on his cheeks, pastel checkered cardigan, and his usual sling bag. Cute, right? Well, it is if you don’t know what he’s actually doing in there.
“Seonghwa! Hi–can you help me? Quick, quick, it's heavy!”
The weight of the files makes you lean against him for balance with your back pressed to his chest and your butt brushing against his crotch, but you are oblivious to it at that time, too focused on not dropping the files. A sharp breath escapes from his mouth while his hands snap to your hips. “I'm sorry! Didn't mean to. It's too heavy, I swear.” Still, you stay leaned against him because, honestly? He’s the only thing keeping you upright. You didn’t think much of it then, but looking back, that pink flush and the way he held his bag too close to his chest feel like clues. Your husband, in fact, wasn’t reading in the library after all.
Back then, you had no idea what he was hiding, but now? Now you know exactly why his hands shook and why his eyes couldn’t meet yours. The library wasn’t about books for Seonghwa—it was about you. Even before you were his, he was already addicted, sneaking off between shelves just to stroke himself to the thought of your smile, your voice, your body pressed against him.
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“Angel, your pussy’s all I ever wanted, I swear—fuck, I’d live down here if you let me.” Your husband moans against your folds, sloppy tongue never stopping.
“You don’t know how many nights in college I wanted to do this, how many times I—fuck—came thinking about this exact taste.” His words muffle against your glistening folds. His nose shoves so deep in them, smearing your slick all over his face like he wants to wear your pussy as cologne. Your hole continues to bless him with more juice. The sound of your pussy being licked and slurped is so obscene that it just makes you more aroused, and so does he.
You always thought—“Oh, he’s kinda nerd so I guess he prefers everything clean and neat.” —Well, he is but not with you. He wants you wrecked all the time. Painted white from his cum, trembling from how much he fucks you stupid. He makes sure that you don't have to lift a finger at home. Work? He’ll do it. Chores? He’ll handle it. All he wants is for you to keep those legs spread, dripping just for him. He’d die between your thighs with a smile on his face.
“You think I’m a clean freak, angel? Fuck no. I ruined my boxers so many times because of you I lost count.”
The memory of you bending over the library table is still fresh in his mind. At that time, you were having a study session with him. Oh, a simple group work and since you both were already sitting beside each other in class, so why not be partners in the group project?
“Ah, let me take it.” As you lean forward to grab the pile of reference books, you unintentionally raise your skirt, revealing your soft pink panties with a slight moisture hint, unbeknownst to you. Blood rushes to his dick from the sight that he needs to hide his boner with his sling bag. Seonghwa wants nothing but to pin you down on the flat surface and shove his face in your pussy to take a sniff of your scent down there.
“A little more,” you keep reaching for the books while his eyes are burning into your sweet, clothed pussy. The trace of your fat folds is clear on your panties, making him dizzy with the thought of parting and sniffing them. “Got it!” Your happy cheer brings him back from his fantasy. “Uh, oh, yes, the book…” You giggle innocently as you place the books in front of him while he pulls himself back together.
As time goes by, you two grew close. You would ask him anything about classes, texting even when it has nothing to do with studying, teasing him with your jokes. You love to see his smile, and he loves your pussy—oops.
“Hwa, wanna come over to my house? All we have left is just the conclusion, right? I think we can finish it off at my house.” The words spark something deep in him, like a door finally creaking open. “Sure.”
And just like that, he’s in your room with your body leaning against him as you read through the last page of your group proposal. “Hm, I think you already did great on the conclusion part, Hwa. Good job!” A giggle slips from your lips as your hand automatically pats his head. You can't help it, he's too cute. The small contact sends shivers down his spine. How can he not? When all he has been doing is imagining how your plushie smells—because, honestly, he’s sure as hell you put them between your thighs when you are sleeping. Or, how you moan when your towel brushes against your clit while you dry your body off.
“I’ll be right back real quick. You drink tea, right? Okay wait here.” With that, you left him alone in your room to go down to the kitchen to prepare him a drink.
As soon as your shadow disappears from the door, he scatters to your bed and presses his face flat on the sheets shamelessly. “Oh, fuck—she smells so divine” He grabs your poor innocent plushie and grinds against it with face still buried in your mattress. “Ah–ah–mmph—want it, your pussy, angel—mmm—” He ruts pathetically, desperately, while the evening continues with you blissfully oblivious to his taboo actions on your belongings.
That night, you wished him goodnight, thanking him for the evening you spent with and just went to sleep, smiling while him panting at the end of the line. What you didn't know—again—that he stole one of your panties, used from your laundry basket. Soft red lace, the pair you’d worn the night before and threw it into the basket this morning. Pressing the fabric on his tall nose, he inhales like his life depends on it. His sweatpants is already pooling on the floor along with his boxer as his fist works on his cock while he moans to your pussy scent. “Angel..” he gasps. “I need you—God, you’re divine down here—mmph” He drags his tongue along the soaked fabric, tasting the ghost of your pussy while groaning like you’re there in front of him.
A deep frustrated groan slips from his throat at the lack of friction from his hand, making him hard to concentrate on your 'pussy'. Seonghwa kicks away his pants before pulling a big dark blue container from under his bed. Fishing his hand around in the container, he sighs in relief when he finally found what he'd been looking for. A silicone pussy like sex toy—not even a full body, just a pair of plush thighs and a dripping cunt waiting for him. A torso, faceless and limbless, designed only for one thing, to spread open for him and take his cock. As he slides the toy onto his cock, he can't help but whine at the tightness of it.
“Fuck—angel, so tight—hnn—” Pushing the fake pussy flat on the floor, he continues to rut into it like a lunatic. Fucking the poor silicone toy relentlessly all while still inhaling your cute panties.
The room fills with his pants, lines of confession about how all he need is to taste your slick on the tip of his tongue. How he would do anything for the exchange of your perfect cunt. Funny, how the simple exchange conversation of lending some sticky notes back then can make him this frantic of your scent, body and feeling. "Angel, angel, angel—haa!—please—"
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Looking back at his early childhood, he was too young but fate always has a way of surprising us. 10 years old him—with a sky blue cap on his head that had a duck image glued on it, a shirt that was a little to big for his frame and his black slack—ran back home happily with a trophy from the school storytelling tournament that he managed to get first place in. It was already late, he usually spent the evening at his friend’s house while his parents were at work. The clock strike to 8 when he finally wished his friend goodbye and quickly when home.
"Bubye, Jisung-yah!" His high pitched voice rang as he bid the little farewell.
The short legs of his were quick to take him home. Maybe, because he was excited to tell his parents about his accomplishment? Yes, such a pure intention that was soon to be destroyed by fate. "I'm home! Omma! Appa!" The house is empty, dark hallway greeted him but he paid no mind as he ran to his parents' room. The door knob was already on his palm when he twisted it open, peeking through the small opening of the door.
“Ah!–Honey!–ah–” His eyes widened from the scene in front of him. The sound of his mother's voice rang high in the room as his eyes darted to his father's head that was buried in between his mother's legs. Was…his mother in pain..? His mother's hands tugged on Mr. Park's head, pushing deeper into her cunt. Slurp! Slurp! It was obscene but little Seonghwa couldn't pry his head elsewhere. The sight of his father tongue sliding up and down through his mother's plump folds were sight to be hold. How the folds jiggle after his father let go from his lips.
"Honey—mmph—you taste delicious down here. Need more—" Mr. Park moaned. His hands pushed his wife legs apart, spreading it more for him, not knowing he just gave his son full view of their intimacy moment.
Young Seonghwa stayed in front of the small opening, watching how greedy his fatherlicked and ate his mom out. He shouldn't—he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to walk away. It was intoxicating, making his mouth ran dried. He craved that. After the incident, Seonghwa would always had his tongue on something, mimicking his father explicit action.
"Little—mmph—more" He whimpered between the plushie legs—the one he got from his mother on his birthday—licking it wet with his saliva. Of course, he wouldn't understand what the fuck he was doing but the urge was too much. He wanted to feel his tongue run on sweet folds he imagined. His parents never suspect a thing since to them, there was nothing weird about his behaviors. Study? Still on top of the class. Tournaments? He stayed active. Little did they know, he would sneak to their laundry room at night to get a sniff of how pussy supposed to smell and on his first time? He nearly went to heaven on how addictive it was to him.
At fourteen, he already had the access to the internet since his parents trusted him, believing it was only for study purposes. At first, he really did use it to find information for his revision, but as time went on, his focus was pulled away by his own curiosity.
Vagina. Licking. It was all started with ‘innocent’ words—feeding the simple keywords into the browser like confessions, before he spiraled deeper into his obsession. Ogling on a simple drawing of cunt in a science textbook was his first. Searching and clicking through websites was never difficult for him. It didn't take long for him to slip down the rabbit hole of tabs.
He would make sure to delete his web history every time he went to bed, though his parents never check it. Can't leave a trace, right?
By sixteen, with the teenage hormones surging, his fixation only grew stronger. With the experience on his side, he became sharper at finding exactly what he wanted and soon built a stash of toys that he managed to hide away from prying eyes. But how? When some company would asked for contact information to make sure there aren’t minors lurking around to have such toys before they reach certain age, but it was never the problem for him. “Park…” Seonghwa muttered as he key in his father information into the payment details. How about the email! It’s his. He was just using his father name. To add more, he usually ordered from a discreet company that will help you cover your information when they shipped your package.
“Darling! Is this yours? Starhwa0403?” Mrs. Park’s voice called from the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, omma!” He hurried down, cheeks warm, and dipped his head when her hand came to pat his hair. No one knew. No one suspected a thing. Park Seonghwa—the star student among his peers—was also the most unhinged lunatic with the filthiest pussy fetish imaginable.
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“Seonghwa! What are you staring at?” Your gleeful tone drag him back to the reality with your hand rests on his thigh. It’s unintentional, just a habit of yours.
His breath stutters before he flashes you a gentle smile. Again, both of you are at your house—not to study but just a casual lounging. A date to be exact. It’s been a while, half of the year into your college since you know him, and since then, you two keep growing closer from the time being. You can’t help but falling for him. Just look at him, shy in his doing, polite in his talk, always ready to explain things to you and when his body presses against yours to teach you a certain topic that you're struggling, the butterflies in your stomach cheer. Not too mention the combo of his face and big brain. Tch—how can someone be so perfect—you thought.
“What do you usually do, Hwa?” You rest your head on his lap—that’s, intentional.
“I mean, beside studying? Do you have any hobby beside football? What do you usually watch when you are bored?” Oh, sweet summer child, if only you know. “Oh, I usually just play game—” “Game? What game?” You push yourself upright, leaning in until your face hovers just a breath away from his. The closeness crackles like static. His eyes tremble from the sudden closeness.
He wants nothing more than to shove his mouth and claim your lips in a wet sloppy kiss that would make you lost your breath. “U-uh animal crossing?”
“Oh! I heard about them! You owned a Nintendo? Damn, must be fun.” You slam your head back on his lap in defeat. “Is it fun? I want to try them but well, i don't have one yet hehe” The male can’t help but smile at your endearing giggle—Oh, he’s smitten.
“You should told me sooner, I will bring it on our next hangout.” Those words seem to pull your interest as your head sprint up to him again, “Really?! God, thank you Hwa. I love you~” The sentence slip from your mouth before you can even acknowledge it but you're too happy to care about it at the moment. However, it seem to affect him, leaving him breathless for a short amount of time. “Oh yeah! I want to show you the new plushie I got last Saturday—” But neither of those words reach him as his eyes burning on the full view of your ass bending in front of him as you try to reach your toy across the bed.
The sight of your soft pink panties, delicate and pure, almost painfully innocent, makes his pupils dilate with lust. Beneath the flimsy fabric lies his most prized possession, the treasure he’s been craving for so long. “Just a lick—” Seonghwa whispers, fighting the hunger roaring inside him. What he’s longed for is right there before him—begging to be tasted.
“I’d been eyeing this bear—Mmph!—” Your words were cut off from a sudden drag of cold wetness sears across your clothed core, sending shivers racing up your spine. In an instant, your head snap back, only to find his face buried tight between your thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your cunt shamelessly. The obscene act makes your legs tremble, body freezing as the butterflies in your stomach collapse into a cold, stunned mess.
“H-hwa—!” Your cry breaks into a half scream as he yanks your panties down, baring you to his hungry gaze. A needy moan spills from his lips at the sight he’s been starving for—your plump folds, hiding that pretty little clit of yours between them.
“Fuck, your pussy’s so pretty… I-I—” He pants as he drags his tongue along your folds like a starving man. Your whimper is muffled against the sheets, legs already kicking weakly at the strange, overwhelming sensation. “Hwa, w-what are you—what are you doing?” you finally manage to choke out your voice, still reeling from shock. “Shh, angel,” the pet name finally spills out, cracked and trembling, the same name he’s sobbed into his toy countless times, choking on the thought of you.
“I need it—need your pussy, please, please let me taste it. I’ll do anything, I’ll worship it, fuck—your pussy’s too perfect, it’s begging for me. Let me, angel. Please, I’m begging you, I can’t breathe without it.”
Before you can respond, the tip of his tongue once again lapping your folds longingly, making love to your plump flesh that he loves so much. “Angel, you are—you’re wet… Did I turn you on? Mmph—let me pleasure you, yeah? I’ll make you satisfy I promise.” Using his nose, he parts your folds slowly, almost savoring the moment. The feeling of his nose nudging between your folds in the most intimate way, make you whimper. Oh, heavenly isn't it? Brushing it against your bundle of nerve, rubbing it into submission. Your pussy starts to leak. Ultimately, after a few strokes, he reveals your cute little clit to the cold air.
“Haa—” He coos at your gasp, patting your bubbly cheeks to sooth you. “Oh—mmph~ Angel, you're so pretty down here. Better than I imagined.” He dips his head to kiss your clit in a slow open mouth kiss. Making out with your bud instead of your mouth. Your moan fills the room—sweet and intoxicating—making his hips jerk, grinding against the empty air in search for friction.
“H-Hwa—Mmm~ Ah~” Your hand cover your mouth to muffle the sound. It’s not that you are embarrass by it but it just add to the sweetness you know? Like adding honey to your tea. His gaze move to your entrance next, watching it clenches desperately around nothing. The sight making him whine like a needy dog looking for its owner validation.
“Please angel—haa—” Lick!His voice crack as he begs, nose brushing on your folds. “I’ll be good, just let me—” Another lick but messier and desperate this time. “Please, please, I need it—” Slurp! “I’ll make you feel so good, I swear—just let me taste you.” His mouth close around your clit and sucks it like a starving man, trying to coax you in.
“Nghhh—Hwa—” you cry out when his tongue circling your clit.
“Please” his voice rags, muffled against you
“T-Too much—” you stutter, jerking your hips away from him but it was all in vain when he holds you down on the mattress.
“I’ll do anything—” he groans, spreading your legs wider, revealing more of your intimate parts to him.
He holds you still, forcing your back to arch—presenting yourself to him as he buries his face into your waiting cunt. His tongue laps on your entrance with a few slow strokes like a thirsty cat before finally forcing his tongue inside—fucking your pussy with rough and eager thrusts, tasting every inch of your walls as he wiggles his tongue deep inside you.
“Ah—Fuck—Hwa—s-stop—” you plea, but your voice cracks, betraying you. “T-that’s dirty—” you whimper, thighs trembling as shame burns on your face yet, your hips rock helplessly into his mouth, craving the filth you swore you didn’t want.
You whimper at the loss of his tongue only for his mouth to latch back on your clit, sucking it harshly. “Mmm—Hwa—want—” your words scatter as you are at the war with your mind, torn between want to be true with yourself or holding back your own desire. Despite his roughness, you can’t help but love every seconds of it. “Please—” you choke. “Please, Hwa—fuck me ! Use me—Use my pussy!” You scream into the bed, letting out your frustration, finally voicing out your desire.
You feel his mouth still against you, and the way his breath seems to hitch at your words. “P-please…” your voice drops to a sob, heat flooding your cheeks. “Play with my pussy. Suck, lick, spit—anything—just don’t stop.” A few seconds of silence passed when you feel his hands on your plump bottom, squishing them. “Hwa? Do you hate me now—” you words cut off as his tongue stroking your messy cunt firmly, making you roll your eyes from the strong friction.
“Mmm~ Hwa, want you to play with my pussy, please.” You beg beautifully. The shame that was weighing on you moments ago melts away and replaced with a raw need for your pussy to be worshipped. You spread yourself open, baring your holes to him. His eyes stare at a bead of your slick that drips to the floor. “A-Angel…” His voice breathless. “You’re—god, you’re so perfect.”
He shoves his fingers inside you almost clumsily, desperate to feel everything of you, making you arch on the bed deeper. “Only me—only me, right? Please, angel, tell me no one else gets to see you like this—” His mouth latches back onto your clit, sucking it greedily, whimpering at the sound of your mewl. “That’s it—yes, yes, sing for me—ah, fuck—” He moans against you like he’s the one being ruined.
You jerk your hips, grinding your pussy against his face as his head buried between your thighs from behind. “Mmm—Hwa—ah—so good—yes, more—” your moans spill out as he sits back on his heels, tongue straining desperately to reach every part of you. He’d die happily if this were his last moment. His grip on your hips is almost bruising as he drags you closer, greedily lapping at your slick. His tongue swirls over your clit, relentless and messy. “Y-Yes, angel—hah—your pussy’s clenching—” Slurp! “It’s happy to see me, right? Right, angel? Please—tell me it’s for me—”
“Y-Yes Hwa—mmph!—f-fuck you’re so good at this. I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, I can’t—” Hearing those words slip out from your mouth, he doubles his effort. “You gonna come? Really? Fuck—yes, yes, yes—please, angel, come for me—please, let me have it—please—”
It doesn’t take you long for your pussy to start spasming and pushing out tons of your slick into his eager mouth—all sticky and thick but that’s only making him roll his eyes in ecstasy. Your legs kicking on the floor helplessly as your body trembles hard from the high. The male grunt at the taste of your nectar—finally getting what he had long for. “T-Taste—so—good—” He pants between gulps. “Like honey—mmmp—T-Thank you—Thank you, angel”
You turn onto your back, head peeking between your spread thighs as you watch him continue to nudge your legs apart and licking your cunt clean from any trace of your slick. Can’t let any drop go to waste! He’s good—too good, like a dog—What? Your hand reach down to pat his head while his big doe eyes looking up at you like he's waiting for praise. “Good boy.” He mewl sweetly at it before dipping back into your cunt. That night, you fall asleep with his head between your legs, using your soft, cushiony, pussy as a pillow.
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.☘︎ ݁˖ Summary: Seonghwa has been your sugar mommy for a while now since the incident at the beauty store where you just planned to buy some product for your hair without knowing you’d been attracting her just from your presence alone. Naive looking, innocent in your words, oh how sweet—little prey, just waiting for the predator to pound and pin you down. Things happened in which you ended up in the store bathroom with your legs spread wide open and her being pussy drunk, praising how wet and eager your pussy was for her despite being a stranger. Since that fateful night, you’d been living with her under her care, spoiled rotten—clothes, jewellery, craving—anything as long as she gets to drown in your pussy everytime and anytime she wants.
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Wearing the outfit that she chose this morning—a delicate black lace trimmed bodysuit adorned with pale pink ribbons and white lace, you lay on the bed with your pastel pink bunny plushie. The plushie is so fluffy that everytime you run your fingers through it, you just want to tear it open, talk about cute aggression but this time it is the texture of the fabric. Small and soft just like you.
“Little doll and her cute companion”, as she always coo whenever she looks at you despite the hunger in her wicked eyes.
The little fabric between your legs hug your pussy so tight that it might slip whenever you shift but that's the point isn't it? For her to see you bare with a little tease from the clothing. A stomp of heels from you jump off the bed, to pad to her study room, rings through the empty bedroom. Her study room isn’t far from you, just a few steps and you’re in front of her door, knocking. Her eyebrows quirk from the sound of the wooden door being hit and look up, “Oh baby, what is it?” You prowl to her side before pressing your delicate body on her muscular one. “Mommy..” You puff your cheeks out making your lips jutting into a cute pout that drives her crazy that she just wanna slam her lips with yours. Your eyes land on her ample bosom which is large and full of milk from the pills that she has been taking—you thank god for it everyday. You want nothing but to bury your face deep into them, licking every inch of her bust, especially her nipples. Oh, her nipples are perfect, perky and oozing with milk. “Mmmph—want…” You whine while forcing yourself onto her, straddling her delicious laps that she has no choice but to back the chair off a little from her table. “Baby, speak” Her tone is firm but fond. She can’t ever be angry at you for being needy—that’s her pleasure, for you to be dependent on her. She eats it up just like a succubus with their prey.
“Please mommy, can I have your milk? I want it so bad, want your warm milk on my tongue. Pleaseee” No shame needed when she already has you under her care. Shame is only for your past self. The corner of her mouth tugs into a soft smile while her eyes burn with desire. “Oh? Is that why you disturb mommy from her work?” You whine softly. “My baby couldn’t wait for her mommy to finish her work huh, already crying for her tits?” Another soft press of your body against her to express your need. “Want mommy, want mommy's tits in mouth please. Mommy, wanna suckle” A set of plead flows from your mouth with the urge to quench the thirst, so desperately. You start to grind your clothed core on her crotch softly to coax her. It doesn't take much time to feel a big sudden tent growing just under your core—hard and strong, ready to tear you open and make you cry from it. Before you can let out another plea, her hand lands hard on your ass, making it jiggle from the sudden impact. She tears your clothes open, letting it pool on your waist and exposing your own tits to her. Not as perky as her but hell that's why she loves them because that is another reason to pinch them red. Without a warning, her fingers tug them hard making your eyes widen. Oh, sweet, sweet temptation—pain and pleasure mingling as one through your body. She let it go, only to bring her palm down in a stinging smack. Not one, not two but four slap on your sweet bud.
“Hnn!—” She captures it between her teeth before easing into a slow, deliberate suckle while her other hand rolls the other nip to stimulate both of them. “You want to drink mommy’s milk, hm?” To which your head dips in a shaky nod. “God, what a brat. Storming into mommy’s office just for that.” She taunts. With a swift tug, she unfastens the button of her polo shirt, spilling out her breasts free—so full, so tempting. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of her glorious, plump tits. She pulls your head to her chest, rubbing them over your face. The feeling of her nipples dragging against your skin makes your pussy clench with want. “Stick your tongue out, slut,” she orders, shoving her tit into your waiting mouth. “Now drink it like you fucking mean it.”
You moan as the sweet, warm liquid coats your tongue, sucking greedily, almost shamelessly. The wet sounds of your suckling fill the room—every gulp, every pant—while she strokes your head. “Mommy..” A whimper of gratitude escapes you, your eyes fluttering under her gaze. Her mouth curves into a playful grin at the broken sound spilling from you. I swirl my tongue around her nipple lewdly—coating her areola with my spit, “Mommy, mommy, mommy” I pant desperately while continuing with my grinding. “Haa—Thank you, thank you mommy..” Her hands cup the back of your bottom, guiding your rhythm as you grind against her with desperate need. With a wet pop, you switch to her other nipple, latching on with the same hunger. “That’s it” she purrs as she pushes your head harder on her chest, “Show mommy how badly you need it.” A loud sigh of contentment slips past your lips as her milk streams into your mouth—fuck, she’s producing so much today. Need it. Fucking need them. “Ah—Mommy—mmph—thank you—” you pant desperately. You thank god every day for her. Her parents, for fucking that night. Her father, for spilling such a fine sperm. Her mother, for carrying her for nine months. Her teacher, gardener—every single fucking one of them—for making sure she exists right here, right now. Your hands wrap around her waist, sliding up her back to drag her closer. As if pressing her tighter might fuse you into one. The sound of your ragged breathing fills the emptiness of her office. Desperation doesn’t even cover it anymore—you need her in your lungs, in your pulse, in your every breath.
While you are in your complex mind of making her your goddess, she pushes your body onto her table, letting your back slam on the hard surface. With a harsh tug, she yanks your bodysuit aside, baring your drooling pussy to her. A satisfied moan slips past her lips. “Look at that. Fucking desperate,” Her hand smacks your cunt, sharp and cruel, making your body jolt. Once. Twice. Thrice. She leaves you red and trembling with your slick splashing onto the floor. You barely have time to catch a breath when she shoves two of her long elegant fingers into your hole, making you sob. “Take it baby, make mommy proud” She continues to play with your cunt, her fingers sliding in and out of you roughly while you’re moaning out loud. “Mommy–slow down—Hnn!—” Her other palm whacks your clit hard, “Mommy said, fucking take it slut.” Your clit stands high and proud from her attention. Your cry fill the room as she keeps on smacking your clit while finger fuck your poor cunt. Well, your body is always honest, dripping for her no matter how hard she is with you—spreading your legs wider involuntarily, clenching her fingers to pull her deeper—you are just her toy to play with and you fucking love every minute of it.
“Please mommy,” you choke out. For what? You don't even know, but it's the only word your mind can find.
The rustle of fabric echoes through the room as she peels off her skirt, tossing it aside along with her red lace panties. One thing about her is that she loves lace. You do too. Being her doll while she dresses you up in it makes you feel pretty. Sometimes, when she’s working in nothing but those delicate lace undergarments, you can’t help but be on your knees, nuzzling against her legs like a fucking pet. Because to be honest, she isn’t just a woman. She is everything in the meaning of goddess. Her cock stands tall and angry, the tip of it is red showing just how much she is holding in but not anymore. The silhouette of her length soon vanishes as she buries it deep into your eager cunt. “Mommy!” You scream from the sudden penetration, her cock stretching you to your limit, splitting you in half just from how big she is. Oh, the cis has nothing compared to her. Nine inches with slight curves that poking your walls with each stroke, sending you into a lighthead, making you gag once she is inside your mouth pussy. She drags your body off the table and flips you so that your cheek and chest press flat against the surface. In one swift move, she hooks your leg over the edge, spreading you wide to make it easier to sink into your needy hole. “Mmm, so warm and tight. Mommy’s little slut has been keeping herself warm for mommy isn’t it? Good girl.” Thrust. “Fucking good girl. Mommy loves her pocket pussy so much.” Her pace quickens, shifting into a punishing rhythm that knocks the breath clean out of you as she lets go of everything she’s been holding back when you stormed into her room. You are left sobbing beneath her. After all, that’s where you belong—pinned under her, gasping and whimpering like a dog.
A string of her title spills from your lips as you mewl. “Mommy, mommy, mommy—so good—fuck, too full—” The corner of her mouth tugs into a wicked grin as her eyes shine with mischieves. “Too much for you, baby?” she coos sweetly, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she watches you struggle to take her size—the size she’s always been so proud of, but now she’s prouder that you’re the one taking it. Her cock sleeve, her pocket pussy, her darling pet—her everything. No more meaningless flings, no more empty nights. Just you. Her toy, her baby, her partner. The only one she’ll ever need. Smack! Smack! Each spank blooms into pleasure leaving your body trembling as you clamp down on her cock, squeezing tighter as if begging for more. “Fuck, look at you,” she knows exactly how much you crave being spanks whether it’s your bubbly butt or your pussy. You always bare them for her even when they’re already flushed red like a tomato. Her cock drives into you hard and wild, fucking you as if you’re nothing but her perfect little fuckdoll. Your leg on the ground kicks helplessly as she rams into you. Every brutal slide of her cock leaves both sets of your lips, upper and lower, drool. One with your saliva and other with that sweet, messy slick she loves.
“Mommy, I want—I want—hnn!—” you arch your back in desperation. Your body squirms without sense, torn between trying to wriggle away from the overwhelming stretch and pressing yourself harder against her, desperate for more. You don’t even know what you’re begging for. You just know you need her. Her hands snap to your hips—her emerald green cat eye nails digging deep into the soft flesh—holding you in place. Each squeeze bites down hard, sure to leave bruises blossoming in her wake. “Baby gonna cum for mommy, hm? Good. Mommy needs you to squirt all over her cock. You gonna cum on mommy’s cock don't you, baby? Like a good little whore you are. Cheap fucking whore who cum on every cocks she has deep in her pussy” Squelch! She groans at the sound of your wet pussy clenching around her. “Mommy..m-more—” your sweet juicy slick is already pooling on her table and down to the floor just from how aroused you are. Slaps from her ball against your clit only add to the tingling pleasure, pushing you deliciously closer to the edge. “Give it to mommy, baby. Mommy knows you want to make a mess on mommy. Come on, baby, cum on mommy’s cock,” her hand snakes between your legs to toy with your clit, making your body jolt.
Then it strikes you that the knot inside your stomach unfolds, pushing you to the edge. Your legs kick helplessly while your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your body shaking violently beneath her as she keeps pounding into your quivering cunt. Leaving you with almost no mercy for a breath or two. After all, your body has always been sensitive. “Haa~ Baby, my baby—mmmph—mommy loves you so much” She purrs, her pace never slows down but quicken, chasing her own orgasm. “Mommy wants to plant mommy’s seed in your pussy—mmph—baby, baby will take it right? My little doll always takes mommy” Those words flew from her mouth in broken and breathless pants. She is always vocal, one of the reasons that you love her while having sex. You try to get away from her but she pins you down hard, forcing your hole to focus on her cock. “M-Mommy…” you plead, your body twitching. She only shushes you, patting your back softly like a pet. A gentle touch that contrasts the rough way she’s been handling you. With the sensitive body you are reduced to, you feel every stroke of her length, dragging against your walls like a promise to always be inside you and fucking you full. Her cock feels impossibly thick and sculpted like it was made to stretch you open. Her hand that is on your clit continues to rub furiously again making you scream and squirm, “M-mommy! Mommy!” Her eyes gleam with mirth seeing your state, slapping your ass with her other free hand. “One more baby. Come with mommy” She bends down to bite down your shoulder before soothing it with her tongue. “Mommy loves you, baby. Mommy loves your pussy.” She then changed her hands to clasp around yours and press her body onto your back, pressing you down on the table—fucking you like an animal in heat while you moan stupidly under her. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, adding more into the hot sloppy sex scene you both are in. “You like this don’t you, baby? You whore love to be fuck stupid like a fucking animal. That’s who you are baby, a fucking whore animal.”
With that, a scream rips out of you as you squirt around her cock, your release splattering the floor, dripping messily from your pussy, her cock, and down her legs. Your eyes roll back, showing white as pleasure wracks every inch of you. The feeling of your pussy spasming around her cock sending her to the edge—her sticky cream shooting straight into your womb, painting your walls white. “Ah—baby, fuck, fuck—mmph, fuck so good” She pants hard, her hips stuttering as she spills the last of her seed deep inside your cunt until you’re left shaking like a fragile leaf in her grasp. She bends down, lips brushing your damp back, grounding you with soft kisses after dragging you through the gates of heaven. A soft mewl escapes from your lips from the beats of her throbbing cock in your hole. “There, there, you did great baby, taking mommy like that. Such a good doll” She coos as she pulls her shaft out from your cunt, watching the white sticky cream mix with your slick spill out. Her body slams back on her leather chair while you lie bare on your stomach, sprawled across her table like a used up feast she’s satisfied with. Patting down your butt, she reaches for her tablet to continue her work back like nothing happened between you two. The mess doesn’t even bother her since both of you always indulge in dirty, filthy scenes.
After all, a good girl is a girl who listens to her mommy, following her around like a puppy and letting her mommy use her however she wants. Good girl too, make sure her pussy is always ready to use, wet and yummy for her mommy. The good girl is you. Right, doll?
please more dom hongjoong x reader AAEHRTJEJGDWGISVS IM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM 😭
oral w hj🖤
im such a sucker for soft dom ateez its not even funny (does it say something about me as a person😀)
“Darling? Could you do me a favor?”
Hongjoong’s voice drifted softly from his office, where he sat twirling a pen between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the stack of papers before him.
At the sound of his call, you appeared in the doorway, eyes settling on him expectantly.
You looked at him—manspreading in his leather office chair, fingers idly adjusting his glasses. The glint in his eyes told you everything.
Without a word, you stepped closer, crawling under the table.
Hongjoong was impatient, and by the time you settled between his legs, he was already pulling his sweatpants below his hips.
His thick cock sprung free, leaking with precum. Reaching under the table, he grabbed your chin and tilted your head slightly upward.
“So pretty for me.." he mumbled, looking at you through his glasses.
With his other hand, he gripped his cock and rubbed it against your lips. He smeared the clear liquid over your lips like a lipgloss.
“Open." you slowly opened your mouth, closing your eyes when you felt Hongjoong slap his dick on your tongue, which you stuck out automatically.
“So good for me. Such a good girl,” he groaned, slowly shoving his cock inside your warm mouth.
You coughed a little, looking up at him with glassy eyes. Hongjoong cooed, stroking your cheek as he smiled at you.
“Shh..I won't be rough. I just wanna feel you.”
With that, he moved his hand to the back of your head, gently combing through your hair.
You closed your eyes again, taking the lead and bobbing your head. You didn't hurry, didn't try to go deep. Just swirled your tongue around the length, enjoying the closeness you two shared.
Hongjoong shifted, lowering himself as he slowly guided you while scratching your head.
synopsis: hongjoong and seonghwa are worried you'll be hurt by a member of a rival idol group. when something does go wrong, they are there to help you.
warnings: language, light discussion of hookups/sex but not explicit. borderline toxic relationships but not between reader and hj/sh. Implied mild homophobia (toward the end) but not from any characters involved.
tags: ~5k words. 9th member au. idol rivalry (but like barely). seonghwa x reader x hongjoong - but gray area of what hj and sh actually are to reader…open to interpretation I guess lol. angst and fluff. Wooyoung implied not-straight here (just for plot, y'all, I'm NOT actually commenting on his sexuality). matz performance!!
a/n: remember this post? ;)
I thought about getting a little darker with this but I wanted to go lighter this time. I'm considering making a darker/more intense version of protective!matz, so if you have any ideas, let me know!
Korean words used (via https://www.koreanclass101.com/blog/2019/01/03/korean-honorific-titles/ ) (please kindly let me know if I might not be using these correctly!)
oppa: (honorific title)A male friend or a male sibling who’s older than you (as a female)
dongsaeng: (honorific title) a younger male or female sibling or any friend who’s younger than you (as a female/male)
enjoy! remember to reblog, like, and especially leave a comment if you liked it! :)
You were talking to a member of a rival kpop group, enjoying his attention. your paths had crossed a few times, and every time you did, one of you went out of your way to talk to the other. it was nice, having a casual, friendly face to bump into every so often. if you were being honest, you had a minor crush on him, which you only remembered when you got a chance to see him in person. you hoped that one of these days, he'd get the courage to ask you out, or at least for your number–or you hoped that you could find the same courage.
You chatted with him, laughing and making small talk, asking about how his tour was going and him asking who your current favorite artist was. putting thought into your answer, your eyes flitted across the room absently, then landed on…a sight.
You saw Seonghwa and Hongjoong, the eldest members of your group, sitting in almost exactly the same position–one leg crossed over the other, arms loosely crossed, shoulder to shoulder– and glaring at the two of you. Their stares were cold–and to anyone else, it could've passed as indifference. Hongjoong had a bit of a concerned frown with his stare, while Seonghwa looked deadly, his eyes dark. You recognized their expressions, knowing them well. They were pissed.
Your stomach dropped, worried what they could possibly be thinking. You knew this guy you were talking to. He was friendly, polite, and has never once made you feel uncomfortable. Sure his group rivaled yours, being in the same genre and running in the same circles, but ATEEZ as a whole never held any hostility toward other artists. So what was their problem?
You finished your conversation with him, wishing him luck on tour and him thanking you, commenting that he hoped to see you again soon. You blushed slightly, saying the same, thinking at the back of your mind that next time, definitely next time, you'd ask for him out.
Walking toward the oppas, who were whispering to each other, you raised your eyebrows at them expectantly. “What? Why do you look like that?"
They seemed to have visibly relaxed slightly, leaning back, shoulders lower, and Hongjoong uncrossed his legs. They looked up at you, expressions softening. “Like what?” Seonghwa asked.
“Like you're about to murder him?”
Hongjoong smiled, looking confused, exchanging a glance with Seonghwa and looking back to you. “Come on, we don't look like that.”
“Yes, you do. Do you have a problem with his group? I thought we were supposed to respect other groups.”
“We are,” Seonghwa agreed. “And we do respect them."
“So what's the issue?”
“Him.”
You held your palms out, still frustrated. “What about him?”
Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong, uncertain of his words. Hongjoong hesitated. “He…he's just…he's not the best guy, dongsaeng.”
“What–?”
Seonghwa cut in. “He's–oh, what's that English word …he's a fuckboy.” A small, bitter smile appeared then disappeared on his face.
You groaned. “How do you know that? Do you have proof?”
“Well, for one thing, Wooyoung's fucked him,” Hongjoong threw the statement at you, his mouth in a tight line.
You shook your head like you were physically hit with the words. “The fuck? I thought he was–”
“He's bi, so I've heard,” explained Seonghwa.
“That doesn't mean he's a fuckboy!” you exclaimed.
“No, no, it doesn't,” he said. “That's not what we're saying. We think he's a fuckboy because – Wooyoung, he told us, that the guy hooked up with two girls the same night he hooked up with Wooyoung.”
“And how did he know that?” You sat down on the other side of Hongjoong, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of gossip about the guy you liked.
“He told him that he had hooked up with a girl from another group who was at the same idol competition we had all been at that night,” said Hongjoong. “And then he saw him texting a different girl…right after they had–you know.”
“You…you two are so judgemental,” you said weakly, head in your hands.
Hongjoong rubbed your back. “Well. You're not wrong. But we're serious–we don't trust him.”
“Not with you. Or any of our members,” Seonghwa added.
“I didn't like how Wooyoung seemed when he told us about it. He was pretty hurt by it, I think,” stated Hongjoong.
“He definitely wasn't himself for a couple days. I think he really liked him,” Seonghwa said quietly.
You sighed, sitting up. “Well, so did I.”
Their faces were sympathetic. They acted so alike sometimes, yet were so inherently different it made you want to laugh. “Sorry, babe,” said Hongjoong.
“We don't want to see you hurt,” Seonghwa said, reaching for your hand. You let him hold it, his fingers brushing over your knuckles.
“I guess that's okay,” you huffed a laugh. “My protective oppas.” You leaned into Hongjoong’s shoulder, still holding Seonghwa's hand.
Something prideful and fierce sparked in the two men, like a fire that would blaze on for a long time. They did want to protect you, so badly, they both realized. You were their youngest member, their only girl. The last one to join the family they'd formed. They would do anything to keep you safe and well.
Seonghwa brought your hand to his lips. “We love you, angel.”
° ° °
It was hard to not bump into the guy again. It was really hard to avoid him, and especially hard to keep from crushing on him still. You really saw no sign of what Hongjoong and Seonghwa were talking about.
You had, however, discussed it with their source: Wooyoung. “Oh yeah, that was a while back,” he said nonchalantly. “I was kinda upset, but not that upset. And he's different now, I think. Settled a bit.”
“They said you were pretty shaken up by it?”
He made a face. “I mean, not that upset! I have some dignity, you know!” he laughed. “Hyungs are just protective of you.”
Whether he was just saving face, or really had been relatively unaffected by the situation, you didn't know. But it made you feel better about your continuing attraction to the rival artist. You could tell he would be persistent in your friendship/flirtatious situationship, so you figured, why fight it if it's not a problem?
You were at your group's concert, taking a much-needed break while some of the others did their solos. Yunho was on now, looking hot during “Slide to me,” and “MATZ” was up next. You always loved watching Hongjoong and Seonghwa do theirs– they played very different characters in it, yet it still had elements of them to it: breathtaking, intimidating, and deadly.
You watched Yunho finish up his final chorus, lost in the impressiveness of his acting, choreography, and voice. There was a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a familiar face.
“Oh! Hi!” you grinned to see the guy from the other group. He opened his arms for a hug, and you accepted, heart beating a little faster. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard you guys were performing here and wanted to see what your concerts are like,” he smiled sweetly. “And, if I'm being honest, I wanted to see you!”
You blushed, looking away. “Ah, not much to see,” you chuckled.
“Oh, no,” he shook his head, and grabbed one of your hands. “You're a fucking star. You did so well out there. I especially liked ‘Masterpiece.’”
Your face grew hotter. “Masterpiece” was when you really came alive: your voice was on, your body tuned in completely. Mingi had joked once that it was your “slut song”: the one where you lost control and were at your sexiest. (Then the rest of the group proceeded to hit him for his offense against their youngest member. You just laughed).
“Thank you,” you smiled bashfully. “That's a uh…that's a tough one.”
“Well, you make it look easy,” he said with a wink.
“I still have a few minutes until I have to get back onstage. Do you want to go out there and watch?” you suggested.
“Sure!”
You lead him by the hand out to a VIP area, set aside specifically for members’ friends and family, as well as managers and staff. You got a few excited waves along the way from ATINYs, and you saw their eyes flit to your connected hands. In the back of your mind, you worried slightly – this could start a flurry of rumors and speculation. But for now, you were excited to watch your family perform with your friend at your side.
You heard their first few lines:
Wash it away, oh make it rain now,
Wash it away, oh make it rain.
And your heart beat faster. You loved seeing them perform this. Hongjoong laid on the stairs, Seonghwa towering menacingly and beautifully above him. He wore a ponytail, hair half down, bangs falling in his face. Joong wore sunglasses, looking cool and indifferent. They both wore large fur coats and chains, adding to the dangerous image of the song.
You danced and sang along, knowing the words by heart. You aspired to be as talented as them, as confident.
At some point, you realized your friend had put his hands on your waist. He was moving with you as you moved to the beat, and it felt good to have someone's hands on you, flowing with you. His hands felt warm on the bare patches of skin that your cropped shirt exposed. You turned slightly to flash a mischievous smile at him.
On stage, MATZ was almost finished, “where are they?" echoing in the stadium. You went wild as they launched into the outro, full of unhinged energy. You let out an excited yell, proud of your boys. You saw Seonghwa's eyes snap to find yours, knowing your voice even through the hundreds of screams. He smiled through the lyrics, proud to see you cheering them on. His line of sight moved to your friend, to his hands on your waist, and his smile dropped.
Hongjoong saw you too, a small smile spreading on his face, but it dropped quickly as well. The “go, go, go” of the song suddenly seemed less aggressive than usual, Hongjoong’s “MATZ comin’ right back” line not hitting the same as it usually did. You didn't understand. Their energy had been so lively until those last few moments when they saw you. Was it – oh no –
“I've gotta go,” you mumbled, pulling away from your friend's grip.
“Oh–”
“Thanks for coming! It was good to see you!” you forced a smile, hurrying backstage.
You walked up to the two men, who were pulling off their fur coats, trading them for jackets to wear the rest of the concert. You braced yourself, and put on a smile. “Great job, guys! You were fantastic out there–”
You trailed off as you saw their expressions. Both sets of eyes were practically disdainful, looking at you like you'd wronged them several times.
“What were you doing?” asked Seonghwa flatly.
“I was…watching the show?”
Hongjoong raised his eyebrows, eyes still cold. “That's all?”
“He–my friend, he came to see us perform!” your voice shook a little, feeling incredibly nervous under their gaze. “He said we did really good!”
Seonghwa and Hongjoong exchanged a look.
“What?” you gritted your teeth, tired of their condescension.
Hongjoong shrugged on his jacket and sighed. He said your name, sending shivers up your spine at how eerily calm it was, like a parent ready scold their child, but holding back. “We told you. Not. To see him.”
Your eyes narrow. “You didn't tell me to do anything. You just told me about the thing with Woo, and I talked to him about it, he said it's fine!”
Seonghwa sighed. “It's not. Woo was just being nice. He doesn't want to get in your way. The guy is not good.”
Your jaw tightened. You'd never seen them like this, not with you: a mix of disappointed, angry, and cold.
“He's changed. And it's really none of your fucking business.”
Hongjoong's eyes flared slightly, and you could tell you were about to break his calm. “If it concerns my members, it is my business,” he said, tone still calm but tinged with anger.
“I’m not about to fucking run off with him into the sunset, Hongjoong!” you raised your voice, getting looks from people around you. “He's just a guy I like!”
Hongjoong heaved a breath as he stared at you. He said nothing, just stared. You could tell he was thinking a hundred things. Seonghwa stepped in front of him, standing close to you.
“He's going to fuck you over, one way or another.” His words were deliberate, intended to find their mark. “Whether it's by breaking your heart, or by damaging our image. You need to trust us.”
You instinctively stepped back. This was too much. You stormed off to your dressing room. This would have to wait until later. Any more would have you crying your makeup off right before getting back onstage.
You performed the rest of the show, doing your best to fake smiles, make hearts at adoring ATINYs, and avoid interacting with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. During fan signing, you felt them keep glancing at you. You ignored them.
When the night was over, you dragged yourself to your room, exhausted from performing, but mainly from your fight with the older members. You still couldn't understand why they were so adamant about this, why they were suddenly so hostile.
You laid in bed a while, scrolling on your phone. your heart stopped when you saw a picture of yourself, dancing in your friend's arms. Well, okay. This might be an issue. You must've been so caught up in the moment, because you hadn't realized just how close you had been to him, how much you had pressed yourself against him. And since you had been so excited to see Seonghwa and Hongjoong performing so well, it made you look extra excited to be with him. The media was going to have a field day. Fans were going to freak out – positively, maybe, or possibly very negatively.
You sighed and put your phone down. A moment later, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
Seonghwa entered, closing the door behind him. You put a pillow over your face and groaned. “What now?”
Seonghwa deadpanned, walking toward your bed. “We need to talk.”
You groaned again, lifting the pillow. “Didn't we talk enough already?”
He took the pillow and threw it on the floor as he sat on your bed, a faint, playful smile on his face. “Come on, angel. You know we love you.”
It was hard not to blush whenever he said that. You turned toward him, raising your eyebrows.
“I'm sorry.”
“Wait, what?”
“I'm sorry. We shouldn't have been so…hostile. Not with you.”
“Oh. It's–it’s okay, I guess.” You weren't sure what to say. You were surprised at his apology, but anger still lingered.
“We just –” he sighed. “We are just so afraid of you getting hurt.”
You let out a hollow laugh. “Why? I can take care of myself, oppa.”
Seonghwa looked away, fidgeting with your blankets. A beat of silence. “You…”
He was so different from earlier. Then, he was angry, intimidating. Now, he looked smaller, sad.
“You're like–” he laughed weakly. “You're like our little girl.”
Your cheeks heated. Of embarrassment, of frustration, or of something else, you weren't sure. “I'm…Seonghwa, I'm twenty-four.”
He put his face in his hands. “I know! I know. But…you joined us last. You're our youngest, and it doesn't help that you're not a guy.”
“Okay, sexist,” you teased.
He hit you on the arm. “You know what I mean. You're just…precious to us.”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh my God.”
“I know it's cheesy, but that's how it is,” Seonghwa insisted. “We'll do anything to help you.”
Your heart ached, just slightly. You recognized how much love there was in all of this, how much Seonghwa and Hongjoong just wanted to keep you safe and happy. It really was sweet– just came out in annoying ways.
“Well. Thank you,” you said quietly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “But I need you to trust me. He really is a good guy. I think we've got something good. Can you two just–how do I say this politely –stay out of it?”
“Ah, so polite,” he sighed. “But yes. We'll try to stay out of it. But if we get even a hint that he's anything less than perfect to you–”
“Yeah, yeah, you'll kill him. I have real older brothers, I get it.”
Seonghwa smiled, then pinched your cheek, scrunching his face. “Okay. Get some rest, darling.”
° ° °
Three days later, you got a text.
“Hey! Can we meet up somewhere to talk?”
You hesitated. The pictures of you and your friend– and at this point, of course, videos– had made their rounds on various social media sites, and as you'd expected, the opinions were mixed. Some were so excited to see you two together, coming up with bold theories that your two groups would come together and all members involved would be in your future wedding party. Others were less thrilled, some saying that you were better off with someone from your own group and that he had gone out with enough members of other groups. Both were frustrating and unsettling speculations, but honestly you were used to it, and had tried to ignore it.
“Sure. How about the coffee place near the pier? 11:30?”
“Sounds good.”
As you walked the last few blocks to the coffee shop, your heart had started pounding. You had no idea if this was about to be an unofficial first date or a break up before you'd even started. You braced yourself for the worst, but hoped for the best.
“Hey,” you smiled the best you could through your nervousness as you sat down across from him at a little table, a flower in a vase stop it.
“Hey,” he smiled back. “How are you doing?”
“Fine. You?”
“I'm alright. Thanks for coming to meet me.”
“No problem.” You took a breath. “So, you wanted to talk?”
He shifted in his seat, looking down. “Yeah. I guess we can jump right in.”
Your hands fidgeted in your lap, but you kept your eyes fixed on him. You were relieved to get on with it.
“So. I haven't been entirely honest with you.”
Your heart dropped. Maybe Hongjoong and Seonghwa were right? Was he a bit of a “fuckboy” like they originally said? Your mind went too fast trying to understand one simple sentence.
“Okay…?”
He sighed. “But it–it’s probably not in the way you might assume.”
You nodded, waiting.
“I have…” he cleared his throat, lowering his voice “I have someone... back home.”
You tried to resist your shoulders slumping in defeat, tried to keep your body unreadable.
“But you know, especially where I'm from, that's not…that's not really something that can happen.”
“What, dating?”
He looked like he wanted to laugh, but didn't. “No…someone like me dating someone like him. That can't happen.”
Quickly connecting the dots, you could only respond, “Oh. Oh…I'm sorry?”
He shook his head. “I should be saying sorry. I basically led you on, made you think we were going somewhere–because honestly, I had convinced myself we were.” He sighed. “I think I was trying to cover up who I am, as cheesy as that sounds, by trying to hook up with girls. And I do like girls too, for the record,” he chuckled. “And I do like you.”
You crossed your arms, not angry, but unsure of what to do with this information. “So…?”
He continued. “So, I think with you, I was trying to have more than just a hookup…without realizing it. You're so cool, and talented, and you've been such a good friend to me. But..” he sighed again, putting his head in his hands for a moment.
“But what?” you nudged gently. You could tell this was hard for him.
“But I do love him.”
“Ah.”
“I'm sorry to dump all of this on you, but I thought I owed you an explanation. And an apology. With all the rumors flying around, and how much fun we had at the concert, I just wanted to try to…let you down easier.”
You sighed, but nodded. “I understand. I'm disappointed…” You reached across the table to give his hand a squeeze. “But I can see you were going through a lot. I'm sure it's hard, having to hide your relationship with him.”
He squeezed your hand back, looking a little relieved. “It really, really is. But I'm still sorry. You're wonderful…I think I just got confused about what I was feeling.”
“It's okay.” Your mind was still processing, but something in you had calmed. Now you understood what made Seonghwa and Hongjoong think those things about him. And now you understood why he acted that way in the first place. You were glad that they were somewhat wrong about him. Sure, it wasn't great that he'd been getting around, using girls to distract from who he really was. But you didn't think he meant to hurt any of them. And you knew he didn't mean to hurt you. He was misguided, and a bit reckless with other people's feelings, but well-intentioned.
But wow, did you have some things to tell oppas when you got home.
“Do you still want to be friends?” he asked cautiously. “I get it if you don't–”
“Yeah,” you said suddenly, realizing your answer only after you'd said it. “We can still be friends. I don't want to just give up a good friendship over this.”
He smiled, letting out a breath. “Good.”
° ° °
When you went home, it all sort of…hit you. You were sadder about the situation than you realized. You passed the living room on the way to your bedroom, where some of the guys sat playing video games. They threw a greeting over their shoulders, trying to be polite but not trying to lose.
Your halfhearted response caught Hongjoong’s attention. He looked up from his phone. “Hey, where were you, by the way?”
“Getting coffee,” you replied, trying to get through the house without tearing up in front of them.
“With…?”
You said your friend's name quickly and walked faster, out of the room. You heard him whisper something to Seonghwa, then behind you, Hongjoong leaped up from the couch and followed. “Oh! So, how did that go?”
He was persistent, and you hated it. “Not great!” You threw up your hands as you walked into your room.
“Oh, baby, I'm sorry.” He was still following you. Man can't take a hint.
You tore off your purse and the jacket you'd been wearing, throwing them toward your closet. You kicked off your shoes and practically fell onto the bed, groaning.
“What happened?”
“I don't want to talk about it,” you said, voiced muffled by blankets. “I just want to lay here and not talk about it.”
“Okay, but,” Hongjoong sat on the bed next to you. You looked up to see him sitting so properly, legs criss-crossed and his back straight. “I'm going to stay here.”
“...why?”
“To make you not sad.”
“Joongie, you can't just control my feelings.”
“Yes I can,” he grinned, so resolute you almost believed him.
“How?”
“By keeping you company. And giving you hugs,” he forcefully pulled you into his arms, your torso on his lap, his arms cradling your head. “And eventually making you tell me what happened so I can fix it.”
You rolled back to face him. To narrow your eyes at him. This behavior was….unusual. He wasn't typically a physically affectionate person. And you weren't so used to his undivided attention. It was unnerving.
Your door opened. “Alright, Joong, who are we fucking up?” Seonghwa entered, punching a fist into his palm dramatically.
“For fuck's sake,” you muttered, putting your face into Hongjoong's chest.
“We're not fucking anyone up just yet,” laughed Hongjoong, who was playing with your hair. “But we'll see what she says.”
“No,” you said simply.
You felt the bed dip slightly as Seonghwa sat next to Hongjoong. Then there was a second hand running through your hair. “What happened?” you heard Seonghwa say, voice deep and gentle.
You hesitated. Hongjoong's warmth and the sweetness of both of their fingers in your hair was quickly melting your resolve.
Sighing, you said, “If I tell you, you can't tell anyone else.”
You felt them both freeze, even if for only a half second each, even if just barely.
“Is it that bad?” asked Hongjoong, his voice dangerously calm.
“No, no,” you assured. “But what he told me…i want you to know, but only so you understand why he hurt me–”
“He hurt you?” Seonghwa was barely holding back the anger or deep concern in his voice.
“No! Well, not on purpose.”
Hongjoong tensed around you. “That doesn't matter, babe– if he hurt you in any way, we'll – “
“You both need to just listen,” you demanded, sitting up away from Hongjoong's hold. “I'm okay. A little sad, but okay. But if you're going to go ‘fuck him up’ – whatever that means – I won't tell you.”
Seonghwa said your name like a warning. Not a warning for you, but for anyone who'd hurt you. “If we don't know what happened, we're going to think the worst. And we'll still ruin him.”
At that, you felt a strange mix of things. You stared at him. It made you nervous, the ideas of what he could mean by “ruining him” swirling in your mind. What were your oppas capable of, you wondered, beyond their performance talents and devotion to their loved ones? You dismissed the theories that came to mind, deciding it was better to not find out if they could be true. The feeling settled into a sense of wonder, and even the tiniest bit of pride, at the notion that Seonghwa and Hongjoong were so fiercely protective of you that they'd do…. whatever they felt was necessary to protect you.
Heat was spreading in your face. You shook your head, trying to shake away your hesitation. “Fine,” you said, “But if I tell you, you have to let me speak first, and you cannot tell anyone else.”
Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged quick glances, then nodded, eyes locked on yours.
You told them what your friend had told you, starting off with the reason for it all – hiding his identity. Their eyes seemed to soften a little at this, understanding how hard it was, especially for someone so present in the public eye, to be anything but straight without criticism and hatred making their way toward them. Seonghwa and Hongjoong listened well, nodding and only giving little comments of acknowledgement and understanding.
“Now I feel a little bad,” Seonghwa grimaced, “but only a little. Mainly for calling him a fuckboy.”
“Well, he was a fuckboy,” Hongjoong pointed out, “but a misguided one. Poor kid. But still,” he looked at you, putting a finger up, “he shouldn't have fucked with your head like that.”
“He didn't mean to.”
“But he still did.”
You sighed. You were worn out, sad from basically ending a potential romance and from having to go through it again with your two friends. “Yeah,” you said, voice reluctantly cracking, “he did.”
Their faces fell sympathetically as you started to tear up, and then it was Seonghwa pulling you toward his chest. “Oh, baby, come here.” You cried into him, letting him and Hongjoong alternate between giving you gentle back rubs and stroking your hair.
“I just feel so stupid,” you muttered. “I shouldn't be this upset.”
“It's okay to be really sad over that. I've had my fair share of crying in bed over people,” said Seonghwa. Hongjoong put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
“Me too,” he said.
“What do you do to get over it?” you asked quietly.
Hongjoong considered. “Well, I usually surround myself with my friends. And if needed, we talk shit about the person,” he laughed.
“–and if needed, his friends go and fuck things up–”
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong said firmly, voice lowering. “She doesn't need that right now.”
Seonghwa made a face at him, but accepted. “It usually helps me to just be around people that love me. Get close to them, like this.”
You wiped a year away, staring at the wall. “I think…that would be good for me.”
“Yeah?” smiled Hongjoong. “Well, we're here for you, sweetheart, whatever you need.”
To your surprise, Seonghwa gave you a quick peck on your temple. Your stomach had butterflies.
Hongjoong, not as affectionate as Seonghwa but still wanting to show his care for you, picked up your hands kissing the back of it quickly. Your heartbeat sped up, just a little.
“Can we watch a movie?”
The two men nodded emphatically, smiling at you. “Of course!” replied Seonghwa. “Anything our angel wants.”
Hongjoong set up the TV with your requested movie as Seonghwa rearranged the bed with you– pillows set up to lean against the headboard, a fuzzy blanket shared between you, your head resting on his shoulder and his arms around your waist. Once the movie was starting, Hongjoong turned off the lights and came to your other side, cuddling right up behind your other shoulder.
The three of you said little else for the rest of the night, but your heart warmed that they had taken the time to be with you, to help your heart heal a little. You fell asleep with your head on Seonghwa’s shoulder, having been lulled to sleep by his gentle hair stroking and by Hongjoong’s arms warm around you.
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higuruma has a strange obsession with your thighs ! (reupload)
to say higuruma had a stressful life would be an understatement. he’s was always piled with cases, always making sure everything was executed to perfection—he was never one to half ass his job after all.
but what does a stressed lawyer do when everything is just too much? when every wall closes in, and the weeks of sleep deprivation finally catches up to him?
he lays down on your thighs, of course.
he doesn’t know how on earth he managed to subdue his stress before he met you, only ever finding comfort in laying down and staring at his ceiling endlessly, hoping the ringing in his ears would miraculously disappear with more caffeine, piled with more work.
but now higuruma had something, someone to come home to. you, as striking as ever, a girl with a smile that was so bright it was blinding, a voice that could cut through all his worries in seconds, you were his everything.
but there was one particular thing about that that seemed to melt away all of his worries the second he got his face between them. your thighs.
the very moment he managed to walk past the doors, he was practically tackling you down to your bed, with his face planted directly into the plush of your thighs. he swears he can feel everything that was wrong with the day just disappear, his cheek cushioned against your thighs, your shorts almost straining against them, while you slowly move the hair from his face.
“though day, huh?”
“you have no idea, honey.”
you almost giggle at his enthusiasm, the way he moves to nuzzle into your stomach like a cat, still clad in his black suit, his eyes, tired, so full of sleep, before you lift his face up to place a tiny kiss on his nose.
“you need to take a shower, higu.”
“mm give me 5 more minutes” is all you hear him mumble from between your thighs. he’s got a strange fixation with them, always having his face between them, always kissing your thighs every single time he got the chance.
he’s always been a fan of the little shorts you sport around the house when it’s too hot. giving him the perfect view of your legs—and it might just be the only reason he’ll ever like summers.
and he’s not opposed to dropping down to his knees in your presence if it means he’ll get to hug your legs, the plush of your thighs against his face, his hands kneading the flesh. he’d die a happy man, right here, his face pressed up against your perfect, perfect thighs.
