content notes: established relationship, unprotected sex, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, oral sex (both receiving), a little bit of biting. hongjoong yaps a lot and is only slightly mean.
Hongjoong had you pinned against the wall, your bare breasts pressing against the cold surface. He held your wrists in place with one hand, using the other to grab firmly onto your ass.
“You’ve been so good for me, baby. So pretty and so good. I think you deserve something special, don’t you?” He was murmuring the words only an inch from your ear, and the touch of his breath made you shiver as much as the words themselves.
“Yes, please,” you begged, wanting nothing but to turn your brain off and fully submit to him for the night.
“Good girl. You look so delicious there in just your heels, why don’t you get me undressed too?” He released your arm and stepped back, waiting for you to do as he said.
You turned, walking carefully to him while holding his gaze. Thankfully he wasn’t wearing anything complicated, only a t-shirt and plain trousers, so you could have him free of the material in no time. Pulling the shirt over his head, you inhaled sharply at the sight of his bare torso before you. You couldn’t help it; you had to run your hand across his chest, savoring his skin and brushing your fingertips across his nipples.
“Baby,” he admonished. “Stay focused.”
“Sorry, daddy,” you responded, a bit put out but still eager to please. As you unbuttoned his trousers, you nevertheless let yourself press a kiss to his chest. The pants slid down his legs, and you followed them to the floor, as did his underwear.
You were on your knees now, Hongjoong’s erection at face level with you as he stepped out of his crumpled garments. Your mouth was nearly watering as you looked up, awaiting his next command.
“You know what to do, princess. It’s not going to suck itself.” He threaded his fingers through your hair to guide you closer, and you instinctively opened your mouth, tongue out and ready.
Hongjoong’s grip lightened, keeping his hand in place but allowing you to control your own movements for now. You leaned forward, lips tight together as you pushed the head of his cock between them, sucking him into your warm mouth. He groaned out in encouragement.
Even only partially inside your mouth, Hongjoong was a lot to manage, so you used a free hand to stroke his shaft as your tongue danced around the tip. Saliva dripped from your mouth, letting your palm slide more easily as you jerked him off.
“You love tasting daddy, don’t you?” You hummed around him in response, your mouth too full and busy to respond in any other way. “Good girl. So good for me.”
Your brain swirled with the praise, and you were losing track of any thought except pleasing him. When you sucked him in a bit deeper, his breath caught and he impulsively thrust, pulling your head back by your hair so he wouldn’t accidentally choke you.
“Baby, you’re too good. I think you deserve a little break, don’t you?”
You looked up at him, eyelids heavy with desire, mouth pink and agape. “But what about you?”
Hongjoong smiled down at you and held your chin in his hand. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll get mine. Now get on the bed so I can show you how good you’ve been.”
As ever, you wasted no time in obeying. You sat on the bed, propped up on your hands with your legs splayed out in front of you, curious as to where he would begin.
Never dropping eye contact, he climbed atop the mattress, removing your heels before his hands made their way up your legs, then torso. His palms settled on your breasts, cupping them softly, then squeezing more firmly.
“You look so pretty lying here for me,” he muttered before lowering to take a nipple between his lips. He rolled his tongue over the hardened bud, causing you to moan loudly. “And so good,” he added, switching to the other nipple as he continued fondling you.
“Can I touch you? Please?” You didn’t really have to request permission; he loved when you mindlessly reached for him. But you thrived under the illusion of having zero control over yourself, so you always asked.
Hongjoong smirked at you before answering. “Of course, princess. Since you asked me so nicely, you can touch me anywhere you want.” He returned his attention to your breasts, biting down into the soft flesh.
“Fuck!” you cried out at the joyous mixture of pain and pleasure. “Feels so good, daddy.” You tangled your fingers in his hair, using the contact to anchor yourself to him.
He grazed his teeth across your nipple, eliciting a whimper that filled him with pride. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, nuzzling gently against your breasts.
Your hold on his hair released as he scooted further down your body, leaving wet kisses as he traveled. He bit at the roundness of your hip, causing you to buck up against him in search of more.
“My pretty girl,” he repeated as he went, drowning you in the praise you craved more than anything. Well, almost anything.
“Please, daddy. I need you.”
“Yeah? What is it you need, baby? Tell me.”
“I need you inside me. So badly.”
His almost mocking chuckle sent a shiver through your body. “Not yet, baby. I’m not done playing with you.” Your only response was a barely-heard whine, and Hongjoong settled himself between your legs.
He nipped at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, always knowing just the right amount of pressure to balance the pleasure against the pain. A trail of impressions marked the path he was taking across your body, and you closed your eyes happily, thinking of going about the next few days covered in the evidence of his affection.
You weren’t even sure exactly what he was doing at this point, but you knew you needed more of it. The tip of his nose caressed where your thigh began, just beyond the margins of your labia. He began leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over you, avoiding the areas you wanted him most desperately.
“Please.” You couldn’t find the words to express what you wanted, but you hoped your tone would be enough. “Need you now.”
“Shh, relax, princess. You’ve been so good, don’t stop now. You can wait a little more.” He kept teasing with his mouth and nose, making you writhe beneath him.
After what felt like an eternity, he ran the tip of his index finger along your entrance, gathering the generous wetness you were already exuding. “Look at you, baby. You’re so wet for daddy.” He slid his entire finger inside you with no preamble, and you let out an indecent moan at the sensation.
“Please… need more...”
Hongjoong hummed as he pretended to consider your request, removing his finger and licking it clean as he mulled it over. “I don’t know. I’m having so much fun. If I give you what you want too soon, you might forget to be good.”
“I promise I’ll be good. I will. I just need you so badly.” You didn’t care how pathetic your begging was; all you were concerned with was Hongjoong.
“Are you sure? Can you really be good for me, baby? Can you be good for daddy?”
You nearly nodded your head off. “Yes, I promise I’ll be good.”
A mischievous grin lit up his face. “Alright. Keep your promise for me.” He pushed two fingers all the way into you, and you gasped in delight.
“Thank…” Your words failed as he thrust his digits in and out of you, curling his fingertips as he did so.
Your cries were breathless as Hongjoong expertly worked your cunt. “My pussy,” he whispered as if he could read your mind. “You’re my girl and this is my pussy, so wet for me. Just for me.” The lewd sounds of his enthusiastic fingering mingled with your moans, all sense of decency completely gone.
The anticipation had been intense, and now that he was finally directly stimulating you, there was no way you could hold out much longer. “Daddy, I… close?” Though you couldn’t say much more, you had imbued your words with a questioning tone, asking for permission.
“Yes, baby, you can come. That’s it, come for me. Come all over daddy’s fingers, yeah, just like that.” His encouraging instructions continued as you were overwhelmed by your orgasm, clenching around his still-thrusting fingers as you whimpered for him.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me, baby.” You hadn’t even fully come down from your orgasm yet, but Hongjoong pressed his lips directly to your clit. He sucked gently at first, then harder while he kept arching his fingers into your g-spot, giving you no time to recover from your height before he sent you spinning into a second, smaller yet still powerful climax.
“Oh, fuck, I-” You were nearly in tears from the intensity of coming in such quick succession, and you tried to squirm away from Hongjoong’s mouth. Blissfully he knew you were overly sensitive, so he sat back to drink you in with his eyes.
“I love you, baby. You’re so pretty. So good. Can you do something for me, my beautiful girl?”
You didn’t bother to try and anticipate what he wanted; you knew what your response would be. “Yes, daddy. Anything.”
“I’m going to stretch you open now with my cock, and I’m going to need you to come again for me when I fuck you. Can you do that for daddy? Can you come all over my cock?”
You moaned pornographically at his words. “Yes, yes. Just please fuck me.” You didn’t even care how sensitive your body already was, you just needed Hongjoong as much as physically possible.
He smiled, stalking his way up your body to line up with your entrance. “You’re still so wet, baby. Maybe you’re a bad girl, yeah?” He eased into you, taking his time as much as he could manage, groaning the whole time. “Fuck, no, you’re a good girl. You’re so tight, you must be a good girl.”
You were dizzy from the praise, and yet you craved even more. “Please, more. Fuck me, please.”
Hongjoong rocked his hips, sending spirals of pleasure through your body, before continuing to bury himself all the way. He rested there for a moment, letting you adjust to having his full length inside you, then he moved your legs to circle him. You kept your ankles behind his lower back, so incredibly open for him to use as he desired.
He gave a few experimental thrusts into your hypersensitive pussy, and you whimpered with need. Encouraged, he took one of your wrists in each hand, pinning them next to either side of your head as he looked down on you. His hair fell across his eyebrows, but you could still see his hungry expression as he began to fuck you without restraint.
With your legs around his body and hands held in place by his, you could do nothing except lie there and be fucked - exactly what you wanted. All sorts of obscene sounds spilled from your mouth, interspersed with breathy moans.
Hongjoong kept praising you as he had been all night, but as he chased his pleasure he lost coherence. “Good girl… love you… so fucking good… taking me so well…”
Everything else was forgotten as he fucked you relentlessly; you each only cared for the overwhelming sensations of the other’s body.
“Baby,” Hongjoong moaned out. “I’m so close. I need you to come with me, okay?” All you could do was nod. “Good. ‘M gonna come so much for you, you gotta come for me too, baby. That’s it, come for me while I fill you up.”
By some sexual miracle you reached your peaks at the same time, your tightening walls enhancing his climax as he emptied himself inside you, the feel of his desperate thrusts sending waves of ecstasy through your entire body.
Hongjoong rested his forehead on your shoulder, weakly trying to catch his breath post-orgasm. You ran your fingertips through his hair, caressing his scalp tenderly. “I love you so much.”
He kissed your neck gently. “I love you too, baby. Let me get you all cleaned up and comfy.”
content notes: established relationship, unproctected sex, this is borderline crackfic I felt silly with this one and I do not apologize
Once the movie’s end credits began to scroll, you unbent your legs and arms to feel the blood moving again. You had been sitting for a couple hours, curled up against Chan and watching Godzilla. The two of you had piled up all the pillows you owned and most of the blankets, resulting in a cozy little nest to lie in while watching the movie. It would have been easy to fall asleep there, had it been a less interesting movie, but you both loved Godzilla enough to stay awake, making comments about the fights to each other in the dark.
As you stretched your arms above your head, Chan leaned over so that you’d end up draped over him when you relaxed. You both laughed at his silliness, and you reached back to fluff his hair a bit while trying not to squish him too much.
“What do you want to do now?” you asked, expecting him to want to start another movie despite the late hour.
“Hmm…” Chan pretended to think, then playfully nipped at your arm. “I was thinking we can recreate that scene where Godzilla attacks Shinagawa.”
His response caught you off guard. “The… the scene where Godzilla attacks Shinagawa…”
“Yep.” He smirked as he replied, which should’ve been your first clue that he was plotting something altogether different. “Here, you kneel here, next to the pillows.”
You weren’t entirely sure what was going on, but your boyfriend was happy, and that was good enough for you. Obeying his instructions, you knelt by the pillows.
“Good, good. Now, I’m gonna kneel over here. You’re the city, and I’m Godzilla.”
“Right. Wait, what? You’re going to attack me?” The words were barely out of your mouth before Chan launched himself toward you, not moving particularly fast due to starting from his knees, but with just enough force to knock you onto the pile of pillows.
He had been careful to end up with his hands on either side of you, so that even in your awkward landing position, neither of you would be hurt. As it was, you were lying on your side atop the pillow stack with Chan hovering over you, laughing relentlessly at your stunned expression.
“How were you not expecting that?” he questioned before nuzzling his face against your neck to kiss you there.
You couldn’t suppress your own laughter. He was right; this was such a Chan thing to do. “You’re right, I should have. But I don’t remember Godzilla kissing those skyscrapers.”
“You think the kissing is impressive, wait until you see what he does next.” His lips grazed the tip of your nose before he sat up dramatically, legs still on either side of your body with just enough room to allow you to turn onto your back to watch him. “Godzilla is going to wrestle one of the buildings, but he isn’t strong enough! The building is going to knock him down and climb on top of him, holding him there while they make out.”
“Oh really? You sound so sure of this.”
“Yeah, it’s a deleted scene. The building is gonna love it.”
Absurd as it was, you couldn’t resist when Chan got silly and cocky all at once. It was an intoxicating energy to be caught up in. So you pushed him over onto another pillow, continuing the fake wrestling stage of the night.
“Face it, Godzilla. You’re not strong enough to stand against me!”
“Ahh no, you brought me down! I hope you don’t try to keep me here…”
You did exactly that, straddling his body as he lay propped up on some pillows. “Like this? Nice try, monster, but you’ll have to work harder to defeat me next time.” Your lips pressed hungrily against his, the pretense of kaiju fights abandoned.
Chan quickly slid his hands to your back, letting his fingertips dance beneath the hem of your shirt. The sensation of his skin on yours made you hum softly into his mouth. As always, he could read your wordless signals and broke the kiss to pull your shirt over your head.
It was just a night at home together, so you hadn’t bothered wearing a bra for the movie session. Chan was delighted to realize this, immediately bringing his hands to grasp a breast in each. “So gorgeous,” he muttered with a grin, entranced by the size of his large hands on your bare flesh. He eagerly raised himself to flash his tongue across a nipple, causing you to inhale sharply. He took the nub between his lips, sucking gently and flicking his tongue around, all while brushing his thumb against your other nipple.
Moaning softly, you ran your fingers through his hair, holding lightly to keep him in place. He chuckled, then grazed your nipple with his teeth before switching his mouth to the other one.
“Chan, come on,” you begged after a moment, starting to wriggle on top of him. “I need more than that.”
He reluctantly let go of you, and you both hurriedly shed the rest of your clothing before you returned to your place astride him.
“There we go,” he whispered, taking himself in hand. “Now you can have me.”
You slowly lowered yourself onto him, biting your lip as you felt him stretching you to the edge of comfort. Once he was fully inside you, he moved his hands back to your breasts, fondling gently.
You rocked back and forth on him a bit, getting used to the feeling of fullness that he always gave you. Leaning forward for another kiss, you slipped your tongue into his mouth as you began to rise and lower. With your hands on his shoulders you deepened the kiss, letting your tongues dance together while you rode him in desperation. You were too caught up in him to notice when it had happened, but his hands were on your hips now, assisting your movements.
You continued to move together, feeding off the physical connection and small encouragements you whispered to each other between kisses.
“I hope you’re getting close, baby,” Chan said in a self-effacing tone. “I’m not gonna make it much longer like this.” He slipped a thumb into your mouth; recognizing his intention, you sucked it between your lips to moisten it before he lowered to rub the pad of his thumb across your clit.
“Mmm, good,” you gasped out. “So good…” With the dual stimulation, you felt your orgasm building in what seemed like no time at all. He increased his pace on your clit as you ground down on him, crying out his name when you reached your peak. He continued to move your hips as you trembled, spilling himself inside you with a groan only a moment later.
You held each other close, your head resting on his shoulder and his arms around you. When you moved to lie back on the floor, Chan leaned over you and gave you a gentle kiss. As he pulled a blanket over you both, you heard him mutter, “I can’t believe Godzilla wrecked the city like that.” Your gentle laughs mingled in harmony as you nestled together, drifting off to sleep moments later.
content notes: established relationship, unprotected sex, use of a vibrator, reader is a little bratty but in like a playful way
“Ohh, what’s this?” Yeonjun’s voice carried down the hallway from the bedroom. He had said he was going to take a shower after his run, so you were surprised to hear him speaking.
“What’s what?” you called back as you walked toward the room.
“You tell me, babygirl.”
You stopped in the doorway of the bedroom. Yeonjun was standing at the open closet, his shirt in one hand and an open shoe box in the other. Oh shit, you thought, realizing you had forgotten to put the lid back on the box where you kept your vibrator. It wasn’t some dirty secret; he knew you took care of yourself when he wasn’t around. But it felt different to see him standing there in your bedroom with the biggest, smuggest grin on his face, lifting the toy out to take a closer look.
Yeonjun caught your gaze and tried to fix a neutral expression on his face. “I’m surprised, really. This isn’t very big. At least not compared to what you’re used to.” The smirk crept back onto his face.
You could feel all the blood rushing to your face, but you took a breath to steady yourself. You decided to take the pressure off yourself by irritating him on purpose. “But ‘what I’m used to’ doesn’t hit the spot as consistently as that does.”
That did the trick. Yeonjun’s smile dropped and his eyes darkened as he dropped his shirt in the hamper. “Are you saying this does a better job than I do?”
You shrugged and leaned against the door frame, hoping he couldn’t see how tense you felt. “I dunno. It just does a different job.”
“Uh huh.” Yeonjun tossed the empty shoe box into the closet and gestured to the bed. “Let’s see, then.”
Oh. You took a cautious step into the room. “What, now?”
“Yes, now. Take your clothes off and lie down so I can take this thing for a test drive.”
This may not have been what you expected when you had walked down the hall, but you thought it was turning out well. You did as instructed, and he laid himself on top of you, leaving the toy to the side for now.
You almost forgot to breathe when Yeonjun’s lips met yours. Thankfully you recovered quickly and met his energy, sliding your tongue into his open mouth. Usually his kisses felt grounding, but this time he was needier, more desperate to get a reaction out of you. He nipped at your bottom lip before moving to kiss your collarbone.
Yeonjun smiled against your skin. “Having fun?” At your hummed agreement, he moved lower to take your nipple in his mouth. You reached out to hold onto his hair while he licked and sucked at the bud, and with his free hand he groped your other breast.
“You can’t get this from a toy,” he said as he switched to the other nipple. Though he couldn’t see it, you instinctively rolled your eyes in reaction to his words, but a soft bite from Yeonjun brought you right back into the moment.
Your breath caught as he kissed his way down your belly and settled himself between your legs. He pressed your thighs apart, taking a moment to admire you lying open for him, already glistening with desire. Yeonjun teased his fingers around your entrance, then spread you open. He dipped his tongue just inside, making you gasp beneath him. With another smile, he dove in fully, sometimes teasing, sometimes ravenous. You could hardly catch your breath; each time you melted into his actions, he switched his attack, keeping you aflame for him.
With no warning, Yeonjun sat up, perversely licking his lips as he stripped off his shirt. “Can it do that?”
Under his attention, you had forgotten all about the vibrator. “What-?”
“Aww, already?” Yeonjun joked. He held up the toy to remind you. “Can this thing make you dumb with pleasure the way I can?”
You nearly gave in, telling him everything he wanted to hear, but a small, bratty part of your mind stopped you. “Maybe. How would you know?”
That tiny challenge was the step Yeonjun had been waiting for, and as soon as he had the rest of his clothes off, he hit the power button on the toy. When you heard the soft buzzing, you recalled his words: Let’s take this thing for a test drive.
Yeonjun ran the tip of the vibrator along your folds before teasing it around your entrance. You tried to wiggle yourself down so your clit would get more attention, but he knew what you were doing and kept moving the toy away. He continued to explore, playing his way across your pussy before finally letting it touch your clit. You whined at the contact, but Yeonjun wasn’t interested in giving you relief, not yet; he still wanted to tease.
“It can’t do this by itself,” Yeonjun whispered, eyes still locked on your core. “And you can’t make it do this. Not like I can. Can’t keep yourself guessing…” he said as he circled your clit with the vibrator.
You began whining, not trusting yourself to speak. You knew if you tried, it would come out as “Please please please Yeonjun, fuck me, fuck me” and you didn’t want him to have that satisfaction. (Not yet, at least.)
Your fingers gripped the sheets harder when Yeonjun finally pushed the toy into you. You risked a look down at him, and you were stunned by his elation. He was watching the vibrator slide in and out of you, taking your slick with it, and Yeonjun looked like the happiest man alive. He angled the toy differently, mesmerized by your body’s responses. Usually he wasn’t able to sit back and watch you in your pleasure like this, and he was drinking up every second of the experience.
You laid back on the pillow, letting yourself give in to the sensations washing over you. Damn it, Yeonjun was right. Even with a toy, you could never make yourself feel as good as he did. He was able to use it in ways you just couldn’t manage on your own. But even more than that, you were so turned on by the way he looked at you like you were his last meal on earth.
A euphoric warmth was setting your skin on fire, and you felt yourself falling toward your peak. As Yeonjun moved the toy in just the right spot, you thought you murmured his name, but truthfully you weren’t coherent enough. Your thighs tensed around Yeonjun, and you squeezed your eyes shut as ecstasy overwhelmed you.
Your legs were still trembling when you felt him remove the toy, and the emptiness made you whine again. You were ready to complain, but Yeonjun pushed your thighs apart again and drove himself into you. His face almost mirrored yours a moment ago: he let his eyes fall closed, savoring the feeling of your aftershocks around his cock.
Yeonjun slowly started to thrust, watching himself disappear inside you again and again. He worked toward a quicker pace, then stopped suddenly.
“Jun…” you began, but he shushed you. You were too exhausted to sit up fully, but you heard him powering on the vibrator again. He held it to your clit, bringing you back to a state of intense arousal.
Yeonjun hadn’t realized that he would be feeling the vibrations himself - admittedly, not as strongly as you were - and he had to make sure he got you close before he moved inside you again. He knew he wouldn’t last very long, and almost regretted his earlier cockiness. Once he felt your walls pulse around him, he resumed his movements, intending to bring you over the edge with him.
It wouldn’t take much time; you were so wet that the sound of your bodies working together was becoming obscene. Yeonjun was keeping the toy directly on you while he fucked you, but he soon had trouble holding it in place. Without words you took it from him, holding it right where you needed it, and letting him pound into you with each hand gripping one of your thighs.
With the combined sensations overtaking your body, you didn’t even notice your climax was getting close. It hit you out of nowhere, and you shouted in surprise and ecstasy. That did it for Yeonjun, too, and you could hear his breathy whines as he started to come. Seeing, hearing, feeling your pleasure had him filling you up, even as he slowed his rhythm between your legs.
You let the vibrator fall to the side, needing both hands to hold onto Yeonjun. He nuzzled his face into your neck and pressed soft kisses to your skin. He mumbled something to you, but with his mouth buried in the crook of your neck, you couldn’t tell what it was. You quietly asked, and he lifted his head to give your lips a chaste kiss.
“I said, you were right.”
Huh? You weren’t expecting that. “About what? When?”
“That thing is so good.” He rolled to the side, laughing as you swatted at his shoulder.
pairing & prompt: min yoongi x f!reader - omorashi
word count: 2038
content notes: established relationship, both are a little tipsy, dom!yoongi, daddy kink, name calling (reader is called "slut," "kitten"), oral (both receiving), hair grabbing, spit, biting, fingering, omorashi, watersports, yoongi is very condescending.
It was a lazy night in for you and Yoongi, sitting on the couch drinking whiskey and watching a movie that neither of you cared about. It didn’t take long for Yoongi to start moving his fingers over your thighs, trying to get you distracted and worked up. After you spent a few minutes squirming while pretending not to notice, he pulled you onto his lap, his hands immediately sliding up the back of your shirt to pull you closer against him. Your lips met, and he quickly found your tongue with his, eager to coax those sweet moans from your throat that he liked so much.
The taste of whiskey lingered on your tongue as you moved to trail kisses along Yoongi’s jaw. He gripped your hips tighter, grinding you against his hardness before releasing you. “Get to bed,” he groaned, wanting you laid out for his pleasure before continuing any further.
You basked in his assertive tone and quickly moved to obey. “I’m gonna go pee then I’ll be there,” you said as you rose. However, you didn’t make it even a step before Yoongi grabbed onto your wrist to stop you.
“Yoongi…” you began. “What are you doing?”
He aimed his dark eyes directly at you, all hints of playfulness gone. “I didn’t say you could go, did I?”
Your breath caught, knowing from past experience what this meant. Still, you were a brat by nature, and couldn’t fight the urge to push back. “Come on, I had all those drinks. I need to go.”
“No.”
“Yoongi…” you whined.
“You know what to say if you really want to go. If not, get in there on your knees and get ready for me.”
You had no intention of stopping this, so you broke from his gaze and began to walk to your destination.
“And don’t even think about having clothes on, yeah? When I say ready for me, I mean ready for me.”
“I know,” you called back, adding a hint of false annoyance to your tone. Once you were undressed, you went into the bathroom and folded a towel on the floor to cushion your knees.
You didn’t have to wait long before Yoongi walked in, his own clothing gone as well, looking down at you as if drowning in lust. “My pretty girl,” he murmured almost inaudibly, “waiting just for me…”
Poorly suppressing a shiver, you nodded. “Just for you, daddy.”
Hearing the title made him groan and grab your hair, tilting your face back for a fierce kiss. “You know just what to say. Now open up.” He tapped your lips before standing, his erection now at the level of your face.
You obeyed at once, quickly taking in a breath before he slid the tip of his dick into your waiting mouth. He moaned at the wet warmth, holding himself back so you could tease the head with your tongue.
“Tastes good, yeah?”
You hummed around him in agreement, then sucked him in deeper, grasping his thighs to balance yourself as you worked him over with your mouth.
“So good to me…” he whispered. “So good. Keep it up and you might even get what you want.”
Your nails dug into his flesh as you whimpered, encouraged by the possibility of some relief. You pulled another groan from his throat, then without warning he pulled you back by your hair and crouched down to look you in the eye.
“You sound desperate. Are you really that much of a slut for me?” He smirked at your nod of agreement. “Good, that’s the way I like you.”
You grinned and reached out to draw him back into position, but he let go of your hair, shoving you backward a bit in the process. “No. Stay there.”
Sitting propped on your elbows, you froze and waited for Yoongi to decide his next move. To your delight he knelt on the floor with you, guiding you to lie back as he pressed apart your thighs. He kept his hands firm and held you in place while he gazed upon you, lying open and vulnerable before him.
A spark of arousal shot through you as you squirmed under his gaze. You loved when he stared at you like this, like you were his next meal; usually, you were. This time felt a bit different, though, because the arousal was combining with the increasing need to relieve yourself. The feeling was all the more noticeable with your legs spread; you were unable to rely on physical pressure.
Yoongi noticed your discomfort, but it only made him chuckle. “What’s the matter, kitten?”
Though his words were affectionate, his tone was anything but. “You know what’s wrong,” you snapped back at him. “I told you before we got in here.”
“Oh that’s right,” he snarled. “My little kitten needs a piss. I can’t let you do that, though.”
“Why not?”
“Because I like you so much like this, all wiggly and twitchy underneath me. Wonder what would happen if I touched you down there…” His fingertips followed his words, running along your slit before dipping inside.
He raised his wet fingers to his mouth and tasted them. “Soaked for me, aren’t you?”
You couldn’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks. “Yeah, yeah, but it’s gonna be worse if you don’t let me go.”
“Worse how? I like when you’re wet.” He shot you a sinister grin.
“Because it won’t just be… that. I really need to go!”
Yoongi shook his head with faux regret. “Sorry, kitten. It’s not happening. I better make sure I don’t lean down on you too hard.” As he spoke, he pressed his hand near your pubic bone, intentionally putting pressure on your full bladder.
“No,” you whined. “Please don’t or I won’t be able to hold it.”
He nipped at your inner thigh. “I’ll have to keep you distracted, then.” He bit again, harder this time, causing you to yelp in combined pleasure and pain. Pleased with himself, he continued the nibbles across your thigh before moving to the other. All the while, he held you apart at the knees, wordlessly forbidding you from clenching your legs together.
You squealed as he sucked a hard mark onto your skin. “How is this supposed to be helping?”
“Helping?” Yoongi looked up at you, a mad gleam in his eyes. “I’m not trying to be helpful, kitten. Now be quiet and stay still.” This time he went directly to your clit, pressing the flat of his tongue against it until he heard you whimper, then sliding his tongue to taste inside you.
“Fuck, you’re- oh, fuck, d-” you stuttered. Your lower abdomen was overwhelmed with sensations, and you hardly knew how to respond, words falling out as quickly as they arose in your mind. Yoongi spat right onto your clit before he flicked his tongue across it, letting even more of his saliva drip down your pussy as he worked. The arousal was intense, but so was the need to pee, and you couldn’t relax into his actions.
“I said stay still,” Yoongi admonished. “Do what I tell you, baby”
“I can’t. Not like this.” You internally cringed at your own pathetic, whining tone. “I can’t come if you don’t let me go first.”
He smirked at you, giving you a slow decadent lick then said, “Then I guess you can’t come. But I’m not ready to let you go yet, so do what I said, kitten. Be quiet and stay still.”
Without even thinking you obeyed, essentially freezing in place as he rose a bit and crawled up your body. Thank god, you thought, he’s finally going to fuck me. However, you should have known Yoongi would never give you such an easy out, not in a mood like this.
He leaned down to kiss you, tongue desperately sliding between your lips as you wrapped your legs around him. To your frustration, Yoongi didn’t enter you, or even put his dick anywhere near where you wanted him. Instead, he broke the kiss, moved your legs away from his body, and slid further up your torso until he was straddling your stomach, tip of his cock aimed at your breasts.
You started to stammer out a demand for explanation, but he shushed you. You felt his fingers combing your hair, but before you could lean into what seemed like a moment of soft affection, you felt the warmth on your torso.
A needy moan escaped you when you looked down to see him pissing on you. You wanted to chastise him for doing exactly what he wouldn’t allow you to do, but you were too mesmerized in the moment. It was pointless trying to form words; all you could do was focus your energy on not joining him, even as your arousal grew as well.
“How d’you like that, kitten?” Yoongi asked in his cockiest tone of voice. “I had a lot of drinks too and it feels so good to just let go, to relax and feel good. Bet you wish you could do this.”
You gritted your teeth as his stream slowed. “You’re mean” was all you could get out, followed by another whimper.
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “You love it though.” He shook off the last drops of urine, then sat back to admire you. “You’re such a fucking mess, kitten. Lying there all desperate for me, wet with my piss. I bet you don’t even know what you want right now, do you?” You stared back without response as he reached out to grope your dripping breasts. “What do you want to do more, piss or come?”
“Don’t care,” you answered honestly. “I just need something or I’ll die.” Though you didn’t need to, you tried to amplify how pathetic you must look, lying on the bathroom floor on a now-wet towel, nearly bursting with your warring needs.
He laughed outright at your melodrama. “Yeah, alright, let’s see what we can do here.” He sounded almost tender as he dropped back between your legs and ran his hands up your inner thighs again, leaning to press a kiss to the mark he had left earlier.
“Please,” you whined, then almost choked on a gasp when he roughly slid two fingers inside you.
“How’s that, then?” he whispered hoarsely. “Getting what you want now?”
“Mmhmm. Please-”
“Shh, I got you, kitten.” He moved back up your body and kissed away the tears he had noticed in the corners of your eyes. “You can let go for me.”
You didn’t ask what sort of release he meant; you knew it didn’t matter to him. It didn’t really matter to you at that moment, as long as you felt some kind, any kind, of relief.
Yoongi pressed down above your pubic mound again with his free hand, and that was all you needed. A wet warmth flooded out of you around Yoongi’s fingers, and the tension in your body peaked and started to ease all at once.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Give me everything, kitten.”
His fingers never slowed as you whined, drenching his hand and the already-soaked towel beneath you. You felt a tear roll down your cheek as the relief overwhelmed you.
Once you felt the last gush of liquid come out, you sat up, reaching for Yoongi and murmuring his name.
“I’m here,” he responded, removing his fingers and kissing you hungrily. “I’m gonna clean us up, yeah?”
You weakly nodded, and he moved to start a shower. You put the wet towel into the hamper before joining Yoongi.
Once you were both in the shower and the water was the right temperature, he held you close beneath the cascade, helping you wash yourself clean from the mess you both had made.
As soon as you felt refreshed, you stepped even closer to him, noting his still-rigid length against your body. You snaked your arms around his neck, and he easily read your silent signs.
In an instant Yoongi had your back pressed to the cold tile as he kissed and nipped at your neck. “I still want you,” he murmured against your skin.
pairing & prompt: choi jongho x f!reader - leather
word count: 1483
content notes: established relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, semi-public
From the monitor backstage, you watched Jongho drifting his way through his solo set. He was doing a small local show, which meant you could be there to see him perform and spend some extra time with him. You were beaming, proud of his talent and delighted that he was thriving.
When he came offstage for a short break before his encore, Jongho tore off his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. As he headed back to the stage after a few sips of water, you slid your arms into the jacket and held it close around your torso. Traces of his cologne lingered, mixing with the leather to create an intoxicating fragrance. You couldn’t describe it in any way other than it smelling like Jongho.
As he began his final song, you took another deep inhale, running your fingers across the sleeve of the jacket to feel its worn texture. For a moment you wondered how it would feel to wear the jacket with nothing separating it from your bare skin, letting the heady aroma bathe your body.
Whoa. You forced yourself to return your attention back to the stage, where the show was finally coming to its close. Any moment now you’d finally have Jongho to yourself, once he had put away his equipment.
Soon enough, he had done just that and made his way over to you. A small grin broke across his exhausted face when he saw you wearing his jacket. “Looking gorgeous, princess,” he said as he took you in his arms.
Your only response was to hug him tighter, breathing him in while he held you. His shirt was unbuttoned a bit, only a button or two, and you softly kissed the exposed part of his chest before looking up at him through your lashes.
He met your gaze with a smirk, seeming to read your mind. “How about we go find somewhere to appreciate each other? There’s some free dressing rooms back there.”
You held onto his hand, letting him lead you to an empty room. As he locked the door you praised your own foresight in wearing a skirt that day.
Jongho walked over to you, resting his palm against your cheek as he drank you in with his eyes. “You look so sexy in that jacket, you know that?”
Normally you shied away from compliments, but this time you really felt sexy, and you loved that he sensed that from you. “Do I?” you asked playfully. “Are you going to do something about that?”
“You bet I am.” He quickly helped you onto a tall table, keeping you close to his height so he could kiss you with ease. You were just as eager, parting your lips to slide your tongue into his mouth.
He slid his hands under your skirt to rest on your thighs, gripping tightly as he spread them wide. You moaned against his lips, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair and hold him to you. From this close, the leathery fragrance of the jacket in combination with your very real and present boyfriend swirled around you, making you almost lightheaded with want.
“Please,” you nearly whimpered. “I need you.”
“You have me,” he responded, reaching for the waistband of your panties to slip them off as you lifted your hips to assist. After tossing aside the unnecessary garment, he stood between your legs and ran his right hand along the inside of your thigh, making his way upward. You widened your pose, granting Jongho better access to your core.
He wasted no time, sliding his fingers along your folds before swiftly pushing two fingers into your already drenched pussy. As he slowly pumped them in and out of you, he kissed and nibbled at the sensitive spots on your neck. You could hear his desperate breathing, and you realized he too was caught up in the euphoria of the leather and the way it combined with your natural scent.
Despite its aphrodisiac effect on you both, you wondered if you should take off the jacket. It was tailored for Jongho perfectly, so you felt like it didn’t fit you quite right.
You went to shrug it off, but Jongho stopped you. “No, no, keep it on.”
“It’s not in the way?” You didn’t really want to remove it, but at the moment your priority was sexual enjoyment for the two of you.
Jongho shook his head No. "I got what I need right here.” He curled his fingers up inside you, stroking your g-spot and coaxing a yelp out of you. Moving his lips back to your neck, he whispered, “You smell so good wearing it, I don’t know why.”
“Mmhmm,” you agreed. “It smells like you.”
He paused briefly, smiling at you, and you knew he was thinking the same thing. That it wasn’t so much the leather itself as it was the combination of you both, that you were so well suited to each other that your bodies worked together beautifully in every way.
“Want me to fuck you now?” Jongho asked, knowing the answer already.
Still, you chuckled softly. “You better.”
With a smirk he pulled out his fingers, offering them to you to lick clean. You readily obeyed his silent command, locking your eyes with his as you did so. He swallowed a moan at the sight, then once you returned his fingers he quickly undid his pants, freeing his erection. You reached out to take him in hand and guide him to your entrance.
He entered you smoothly; your wetness let him easily bury his entire length inside you. You wrapped your legs around him as he began to thrust, reaching up to rest your hands behind his neck. While it wasn’t your main thought, some part of your mind realized that this positioning allowed both of you to continue breathing in the heady scent of the leather jacket.
You caught Jongho turning his face once or twice to press his nose into your sleeve, and your fingers found their way into his hair again, brushing the sleeve across his face gently so he could smell it.
He smiled at you, understanding you were teasing him, and he grabbed onto your hips so he could fuck you harder in response. Each collision of his body into yours forced a series of desperate whines from your throat, and you pulled him to you so your kisses would smother the sounds.
In a moment he broke the kiss, straightening up to bring his hand back beneath your bunched-up skirt to massage your clit. At times like this it seemed like he was playing you like a song, hitting every note and coaxing soft desperate music from your lips.
“I… I need-” The pleasure building in your abdomen cut off your words, and you closed your eyes to lose yourself in the joy of the moment.
“I know. Let go.”
As your orgasm began to crash into you, you bit on your lip to avoid being too loud, but it was wasted effort. Jongho knew your body better than his own, and he never failed to bring you to the edge of what you could physically handle. He continued fucking you as the pleasure rose and crested, and you covered your mouth as you opened your eyes to lock onto his. The sudden proximity of your leather-covered arm only sharpened your bliss.
The tightening of your walls and the sight of you lost in ecstasy drove Jongho to his own climax, spilling himself into you with a breathy groan. You kept your shaky legs around him as he came, not wanting to break contact for even a second as he lost himself in pleasure.
He slipped a hand behind your neck, pulling your face to his to kiss you hungrily. Even - or especially - after the intensity of what you had just shared, he loved and desired you and needed you to know it.
Once he stepped back from you, he retrieved your panties from where they had fallen, and helped you compose yourself once again. As you entwined your hand with his, ready to leave the room and hope to hell nobody realized where you had been, it occurred to you that you were still wearing his leather jacket, the bewitching garment that had driven you both to such fervor.
“Hang on,” you stopped Jongho so you could remove the jacket, but he stilled you with a hand on your shoulder.
“Don’t take that off,” he said softly, his brown eyes nearly devouring you. “We gotta get out of here, but I’m not done with you yet.” He grasped your hand again, leading you out into the hallway as you suppressed a shiver at the thought of what was still to come.
i wish i had one of those wild author note updates for why i havent posted, but the truth is just depression and baldurs gate 3. but! i have a few more posts ready to go so im not giving up yet :)
pairing & prompt: im changkyun x f!reader - sugar baby/daddy
word count: 3210
content notes: established relationship, bath sex, daddy kink (& some conversation about it), oral (both receiving), lot of praise, little bit of choking
The elevator doors opened, allowing you and Changkyun to walk down the hotel hallway to your room, hand in hand. It had been a long day, and an even longer evening, but being there to watch him perform was something you’d never trade. He always thrived on stage, and this had been no different.
It had been his last appearance for a while, and to celebrate the upcoming break he had splurged on a fancier hotel room than usual with the hopes that you’d both be able to relax and enjoy the time together before getting back to real life. Opening the door to the room, you again were struck by the simple opulence of the space. A king-sized bed, of course, with a glorious view from this far up, and the bathroom even had a tub large enough for you both to sit in. You had learned by now to accept the casual extravagances that Changkyun brought into your life, but this was still a step above what he would normally spend on a single night.
As you kicked off your shoes and settled in, it was the tub that tempted you most. As fun as a show could be, it generally involved a lot of standing on your feet, which itself was nothing compared to how tired Changkyun must be.
“I’m going to start a bath,” you informed him. “Want to join me?”
He smiled softly at you from an armchair across the room, already removing his jewelry. “I’ll find towels.”
You worked together to set a relaxing vibe, with just the right amount of light on and some instrumental ambient music playing from the other room. On further investigation, you found some expensive-looking bubble bath on the counter, and the soothing fragrance of eucalyptus and mint filled the steamy room.
In the midst of the preparations, you startled Changkyun by coming up behind him to put your arms around his waist. You made a contented sigh against the roses on his back, and he spun himself in your embrace to face you and kiss the tip of your nose.
“What’s this for?” he questioned, not complaining at all.
“I’m just happy. Happy being here, with you, right now.” You lifted onto your toes to kiss him, then broke apart to finish getting the bath ready. You heard Changkyun softly chuckle to himself as he disrobed.
Turning off the tap, you slipped into the water, inhaling sharply at the heat on your skin. As you tried to find the most comfortable way to sit, Changkyun stepped in, and immediately sat to lean back against the edge of the tub.
His legs open, he gestured you closer. “Here, sit with me. Let me hold you.” The warmth of the water was nothing to what you felt as you nestled against Changkyun, your back to his chest and his hands trailing along your arms. You both had naturally quiet personalities, and there was little to say as you sat together in the bath, savoring the time to do nothing at all.
You leaned your head back on Changkyun’s shoulder, but the several bobby pins holding your hair together made it uncomfortable. “Ah, sorry. I should’ve taken this out.”
“No, let me.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, then let you sit up a bit so he could search for the pins. By some miracle he found them all, one by one, and removed them from your hair without any pulling.
Once your hair was freed, he kept running his fingers through the softness of your hair, massaging your scalp as he went.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” you murmured, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Don’t ever stop doing that.”
He chuckled at that, never ceasing his caresses. Though you couldn’t see his face, he had a pleased smile, and nothing but love in his eyes as he swept them across your body. He couldn’t help kissing you again, his lips dancing across your neck and shoulders.
Sighing contentedly, you leaned into his touch, silently asking for more. Beneath the water you could feel his growing arousal against you.
“Turn around, baby,” he whispered. “I need you.”
You were careful not to splash too much as you turned, his arms guiding you to sit astride his thighs. He returned a hand to your hair, holding tightly to pull you into a much deeper kiss, tongue already seeking yours. You snaked your arms over his, holding him close as you pressed yourself against him as much as possible. The intimacy of the bathtub and the soothing of your senses was heating you up for each other. Though you had been exhausted just moments before, neither of you could resist this moment together.
Holding onto Changkyun, you ran a hand across his chest, fingernails lightly grazing his nipples. He moaned into your mouth, his gentle kisses becoming more fervent as you continued playing across his body. By now he was fully erect between your bodies, and you moved against him to bring some friction.
“Now, sweetheart. Please...” Usually you were the one pleading, but tonight Changkyun was eager to express his desire, nearly overwhelmed by the assault to his senses. He helped you stay balanced as you positioned yourself over his cock, and you moaned together as you sank down to take him fully within you.
As his hands on your hips guided your movements, you hungrily kissed the side of his neck. Despite your urgency, you rode him gently to avoid splashing water outside of the tub. The fire within you slowly burned, but neither of you would be able to get off without flooding the bathroom.
“Babe…?” You whispered, not wanting to stop but knowing it was necessary.
Changkyun looked at you with concern. “Is something wrong?”
You couldn’t help a small laugh. “Yeah, if we keep going we’re going to get water everywhere. Let’s go to the bed so we can have more fun.”
You pulled the drain plug as you stepped out of the tub, taking the plush towel Changkyun handed you. You each took only a moment to dry off enough to not drip water on the carpet before hurrying to the bed.
“This is so much better,” you murmured as you rested between his thighs, taking his still-hard cock in your hand. He gasped at your touch and leaned back against the pillows to let you take care of him. You stroked him slowly, alternating the tightness of your grip as you moved up and down his shaft. His moans were hoarse as he reacted to every motion, letting out a few agonized words when he felt the saliva you had let drip onto his tip.
While you used your fingers to spread the wetness all around the head of his cock, you kissed his inner thighs and smiled up at him.
“So beautiful,” he said, matching your grin.
“Changkyun, baby?” You punctuated each word with another kiss and a squeeze to his erection, keeping his attention on the physical. “Why do you always spend so much money on me?”
He stilled somewhat beneath you, eyebrows furrowed. “Because I want to. Why are you asking me right now?” He squirmed somewhat, attempting to get you to move your hand on him again.
“I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to ignore when I see where we are. I’d be just as happy in a little motel by the highway, without a tub or a huge bed or any of this stuff. You know that, don’t you?” You pressed a kiss to his leaking tip for emphasis.
He groaned again, caught up in the softness of your lips. “Yeah, I know. But it makes me happy to treat you. I have plenty of money, so let me spend it how I want. Let me spoil my baby, alright?”
“Yeah, I guess... Kyun?” You imbued your voice with innocence, resuming your slow stroking. “Does that kinda make you my sugar daddy?”
“No!” His response was quicker and louder than you expected; he was clearly reacting on impulse. “No, I’m not, like, paying you to be with me. Right? You just said so.” He leaned back again and took a deep breath, thinking he had survived the awkward moment and you’d be moving on, hoping you wouldn’t say that again. He was wrong.
“But, Kyun… What if I just call you ‘daddy’?” He sat up and met your gaze when he heard the question, and you felt yourself drowning in his brown eyes. He hadn’t reacted as strongly this time, and you could see the hesitation in his expression. You thought perhaps he was hesitating because he didn’t like the term, but he would have simply told you no.
No, it was more likely that he did like it, but was afraid you wouldn’t. A few moments ago, you wouldn’t have, but now that it had presented itself naturally, you felt your arousal increasing at the mere thought.
You asked him again, rephrasing so that he would understand you wanted to say it. “Can I call you ‘daddy’?” You maintained eye contact, flicking your tongue across the head of his cock as you waited for his response.
He nodded, hardly trusting himself to speak. “Yeah, I think I like that.” He brushed a hand through your hair, guiding your mouth to where he wanted you most. “Just, please… I need you, so bad.”
Elation surged through your veins at how well this situation had worked out, and you couldn’t wait to see how fun it would be. “Okay, daddy,” you whispered before sinking your lips around him, taking him into your mouth as far as you could without gagging.
Changkyun’s hand in your hair tightened as he felt the wet warmth of you around him, and he had to focus to stop himself from impulsively thrusting into your throat. He hadn’t meant to react so strongly to your words. He had been honest when he said he didn’t like the idea of being a sugar daddy; it made him feel like the relationship wasn’t genuine. On the other hand, he did know, had known for a while, that he’d be into you calling him “daddy” in bed, but he was hoping to ease into it on his own terms. Your perception always seemed to surprise him, however, and later he would mentally scold himself for underestimating you yet again. For the moment, however, his mind was nearly empty as he kept himself tethered to you, lost in the pleasure you were giving him.
You hummed around his girth, wanting him to know how much you enjoyed tasting him like this. Though you were the more naturally submissive one in the relationship, having him at your mercy, letting loose obscene sounds as you worked him over, felt deliriously empowering. Your hand had settled around his base, stopping him from going too deep into your throat as you stroked him there, your fingertips occasionally caressing his balls as you stimulated him.
After a particularly strained groan, Changkyun surprised you by pulling you off of him. “Enough. It’s my turn, pretty.” His desirous gaze was fire, burning across your skin. You returned it with a raised eyebrow, and he gestured for you to lie back on the bed.
As he settled between your open legs, he peppered the insides of both thighs with soft kisses, letting himself conveniently avoid eye contact. “I want to hear you say it,” he spoke as if addressing your body itself.
You smiled down at the crown of his head, threading your grasp through his hair as he slid a finger into your eager wetness. “Anything you want, daddy.” His sharp inhale at your words was a delicious reward, and you could see even from this angle how much he enjoyed it.
When you tried moving your hips to match his movements, he held you in place with his free hand. “I got you, baby. Don’t worry.”
“I know,” you whined. “I just want you.”
He tried and failed to suppress a giant smile at your words. “Beg for it.”
“...Beg?”
“Mmhmm. Tell me how much you want me. Beg me to fuck you.”
His tone made you feel nearly ready to combust. He was thriving in this new dynamic, and you were more than ready to obey him. “Please, daddy. I’ve wanted you inside me all night.” A pornographic moan slipped from your lips as he added a second finger, moving them in unison to make you weak.
“Fuck… daddy, please, I need you to fuck me. I need more than your fingers.” Your desperation was genuine; all you wanted in that moment was to feel his cock stretching you to your limits.
To your dismay he shook his head, a smirk still plastered to his face, and slowed his hand. “Not yet, love. You have to come for me first, then I’ll fuck you and make you come again. Okay?”
Your mouth had fallen open, your mind caught up in his words. He spoke very calmly and slowly, but assertively and confidently. You knew there was no doubt he would follow through on this promise. “Yeah, okay. Yes daddy,” you amended, seeing him quirk an eyebrow in silent demand. Gone was the exhausted idol who had returned to the room with you; Changkyun was as alert as ever, rejuvenated by this venture you were embarking on together.
“I fucking love that,” he told you as his fingers resumed their teasing exploration within you. His eyes seemed to shine in the low lighting, and he pressed his lips to your clit. As he flicked his tongue across the sensitive nerves there, you gasped, overwhelmed by his touch. He lapped at you gently, slowly pushing his fingers in and out of you to a chorus of moans.
As you lost yourself in sensation, Changkyun hastened his mouth, licking you from where your hole grasped at his fingers all the way to your clit and back again. He repeated the action a few more times, keeping his digits at the same slow and excruciating pace.
“Come on, my pretty girl,” he whispered. “Let me hear you.”
You had no intention of disobeying, but just to be sure you felt inspired, he once again set his lips around your clit and began to suckle. A jolt of pleasure seared through you. “Fuck, daddy, that’s so good.”
Your hand found its way into his hair, anchoring yourself to him as he worked you over. Changkyun quickened the pace of his hand, fucking in and out of you while curling his fingertips up to meet your g-spot with each thrust. As you began to whimper, you felt him moan in delight between your thighs.
“Please don’t stop. I’m so close, daddy.” You felt these words and more fall from your lips with no thought; addressing him this way felt natural already, even comfortable since you knew he enjoyed it so much. They kept spilling out even as your climax powered through you and Changkyun held you to him, only slowing his movements when you were coming down from the high.
“That was so hot,” he murmured against your heat, pressing a last kiss to your thigh before pulling his fingers out to taste you.
Still incredibly aroused and caught up in the moment, you sat up a little and pulled his hand to your open mouth. You wrapped your lips around his fingers, staring directly into his stunned eyes as you sucked him clean of your juices.
“You like that?”
“Mmhmm,” you hummed, still letting your tongue dance around his fingertips in your mouth.
“Good girl. Want me to fuck you now?”
Even if you couldn’t see how painfully hard he was, leaking precome on the bedspread, you wouldn’t have turned him down. “Please, daddy. Please fuck me?”
Changkyun grinned with a feral look in his dark eyes. As you leaned back on the pillows, he followed, sliding up your body to kiss you deeply. He moaned into your mouth at the taste of you still lingering on your own lips.
A small whimper escaped you when his hand made its way to your throat. He didn’t apply pressure, just held you, claiming you as his as the kisses deepened and grew in hunger. Your own hands were all over him, sliding over the tattoos on his arm before reaching behind his back to pull him closer. In that moment, it felt as if you could never be close enough to each other. Your body flushed with desirous heat, and you knew he was feeling the same.
As if spurred by those very thoughts, Changkyun positioned your legs around him and lined up to finally enter you again. This was no time for teasing, and so he pushed into you all at once, finding no resistance from your drenched pussy.
“Feel so good,” he groaned as he rested fully within you, kissing your neck.
“Please, daddy,” you whined. “Fuck me already.”
With a wicked chuckle he did exactly that, saying, “Anything for my girl.” He began torturously slow, wanting to savor the feeling of sliding through your warmth. As blissful as it felt, you needed more, and leveraged your legs to pull his hips tighter against you.
“You’re eager, huh? Tell me what you want.” Changkyun wasn’t typically this vocal during sex, at least not in words, and the novelty was thrilling.
“I want you, daddy. I need you. Faster, please?”
“Yeah?” With no warning, he slammed harder into you, causing you to cry out in delight. Seeing the delirious smile on your face, he continued at that pace. You let your arms fall next to your head, and without hesitation Changkyun moved his hands to pin your wrists in place as he kept fucking you. The new position granted him more power, and your breath quickened as you felt another climax start to creep up.
“Fuck,, I-” you began, until Changkyun shifted his hips and his cock began hitting your g-spot. The wet sounds of sex echoed through the hotel room.
“You gonna come for me?” He looked nearly ready to explode himself as you nodded. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too. Come for me, baby.”
“So close, so close...”
“Come on, baby, come for me. Come for daddy.”
Hearing the word in his voice was the final straw that set off your orgasm. You held his gaze as you fell apart beneath him, your heels digging into his lower back. The feeling of you tensing around him was all Changkyun needed. He whispered your name as he reached his peak, his face scrunching as he spilled himself deep inside you.
Releasing your hands, he pulled out of you and laid down on the bed. Instinctively you rolled up against him, resting under his outstretched arm as you both caught your breath. Quietly, you lay together, and he gently massaged your wrists where he had held you, to ensure you felt no discomfort.
Snuggled together in postcoital euphoria, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. Not only did you have a gorgeous, talented boyfriend, you also were so compatible in a thousand intangible ways. Money couldn’t buy that.
pairing & prompt: choi san x f!reader - possessive sex
word count: 2014
content notes: established relationship, very jealous san, a lot of marking, biting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, facial
You took a deep breath, almost crying with laughter at Wooyoung’s story. As usual, he was in a great mood, telling jokes and stories to everyone around. Still, you missed San, and kind of wished that he would finish his other conversations so you two could leave.
As if summoned, you felt an arm snake around your waist and pull you close. Smiling, you leaned into San, elated by the sense of comfort his presence brought.
“You done here? We can go now,” he said moodily. When you nodded, he took your hand in his and helped you up, guiding you away from the couches and outside.
As you walked home, it occurred to you that he hadn’t even said goodbye to his members before leaving. They were generally an overly affectionate group, especially San and Wooyoung, so you were a little curious about whether anything had happened. San’s hand in yours was gentle, but the rest of his body exuded tension.
“San? What’s going on?” you asked hesitantly as you reached his apartment door.
He breathed a heavy sigh before answering. “Just getting tired of Wooyoung.”
You let the silence sit for a moment, not sure what he was referring to; was there something going on within the group? Once you were both inside, the door locked behind you, you pressed the issue again. “Okay, he’s an idiot. What did he do?”
San turned to face you, taking your face in his hands. “He won’t leave you alone.”
It was tough not to laugh, but you forced yourself to keep a neutral face. “What are you talking about? He didn’t bother me with anything.”
He leaned his forehead against yours. “No, he was talking to you the whole time I was away from your side. He’s always like this. Like he never wants me to have anything that he doesn’t have.”
“San. He doesn’t have me. You do.” You pressed your lips to his to cement the statement.
“I know. I’m not worried about you, I’m just frustrated. He acts like he doesn’t care you’re with me.” San pouted, managing to look both possessive and needy at the same time.
Your heart swelled with affection. San was right to not be worried; you had zero interest in his friend. But you certainly couldn’t speak for the enigma that was Wooyoung, as impossible as San’s suggestion seemed to you.
“Babe, look at me.” You waited until he looked into your eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about Wooyoung. I love you, San. I’m completely yours, and only yours.”
He kissed you softly, repeating your sentiment. “Mine. Only mine.” Then he kissed you again, fiercely this time, his hands going quickly to your waist to pull you against him.
You groped at each other, desperate to remove all the layers of fabric separating you. San let his mouth slide down the side of your neck, licking a thin trail the whole way to your collarbone. He lingered there with an open mouth kiss, so hungry for you that he left a large mark, and you gasped loudly at the sensation.
You both paused, San half-worried he had hurt you too much, but it was nowhere near too much for you. It barely took a second of looking in your eyes for him to see how much you had loved it, and how badly you wanted more. You stared at each other for a beat.
“Bedroom,” San said, smacking your ass as you turned to lead the way.
By the time you reached the room, you had both disrobed to the point of being left only in your underwear. San moved toward you with purpose, playing up his slight height advantage over you to back you against the now-closed door. He pinned you in place with his hands on the door either side of you.
“My girl,” he said with a smile and a feral look in his eyes as you nodded in response. “Everyone needs to know you’re mine.” At that, he cradled the side of your face in one hand while returning to kiss your neck on the opposite side. This time he was more precise in his actions, each press of his lips smaller than, yet almost as intense as, the previous time. You felt your skin prickle with the sweet pain of new bruises forming. You guessed you’d look like a mess in the morning, but that hardly mattered right now. You only wanted San to claim you, in this incredibly desperate manner, and to belong to him.
As his mouth moved across your shoulder, he bit down on your soft flesh instead, eliciting another startled gasp from you. The intake of breath was clearly mingled with a moan of pleasure, and San looked into your eyes, full of satisfaction.
“Now everyone knows. San’s girl. Just for me.” He smirked at you before joining his mouth to yours, his tongue sliding between your lips. In the same moment, he slipped a hand down the front of your panties to tease you.
You whimpered at his touch, not having realized how turned on you already were. Your neck was exposed when you leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes, lost in the joy of San circling your clit with his fingertip. The marks barely stood out on your skin, but still San was filled with pride at his work. He couldn’t resist reaching out with his free hand and holding the side of your neck, and you leaned into his palm.
He ran his thumb across the front of your throat, claiming you just as much as his marks. He licked at the still-forming bruises he had left, reinforcing his presence on your body.
You had difficulty continuing to stand once San had two fingers pumping in and out of you, and he realized he needed to support your weakening legs. Never removing his fingers, he knelt before you, using his free hand to move your leg onto his waiting shoulder. As if the new positioning and continually thrusting fingers weren’t enough to drive you insane, he nipped at your inner thighs before traveling directly to your clit. He licked and sucked at the sensitive nub, causing the most indecent phrases to fall from your lips.
“Oh, fuck, San,” you rasped as you rode his fingers and tongue toward your peak. “So good… don’t stop.”
His only response was to fuck faster, his mouth hastening you along as well. As your orgasm built up, you reached for his hair, the softness grounding you as ecstasy took over.
As you came, crying out your boyfriend’s name, he never slowed his assault, not until you had fully ridden out the waves of pleasure. His shoulder felt like the only thing keeping you upright, especially once he turned his head and sucked another mark into your skin, this time on the inside of your thigh.
“That one is only for me to see,” San whispered before kissing the sore spot.
You shivered slightly, as much from his words as your shaky post-orgasm condition. San drew you to the bed, playfully shoving you onto the mattress before he finished undressing himself and climbed on top of you, his face moving directly to your breasts.
“These are just for me, too,” he murmured as he pressed his face to them, kissing and biting to ensure no part of you was free from the traces of his touch.
He was already bringing you back to a state of desperation, and you heard yourself begging him. “Just fuck me already, San! I need you. Please.”
“Yeah, wanna fuck you now,” he said as he knelt away from you. “Turn over for me.”
You obeyed without thinking, understanding that he wanted to mark your back as well, another trophy just for him to enjoy. San grabbed your hips to pull you to him, cock already hard as steel and lined up to enter you. No matter how eager he was, he always took care not to push into you too fast, so you could adjust to his girth at your own pace. Tonight, however, the pace you wanted was much quicker, and you pushed back against him so he would slide into you all at once.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” you moaned out, reveling in the fullness of him within you. San followed your cue and used his grip on the softness of your hips to brace himself as he swiftly reached a fevered pace, slamming hard into you over and over.
The sight of your unmarked back before him rekindled San’s intense desire to mark you all over, and he smacked your ass hard with his right hand as he continued thrusting. With your face buried in the bedspread to stifle your sounds, you couldn’t see his victorious grin when he felt the flush rising up on your cheek.
As good as that was, however, he wanted more, and you were more than ready to offer it. He reached forward to grab the back of your neck, pulling your body more upright to press against his. When he pulled your head back, exposing your throat to him, he saw the enthusiastic smile on your face, and he knew you were having the time of your life.
From your new position, you reached your hands back, holding onto his thighs for support. San’s cock was hitting entirely different parts of you, and you couldn’t contain your wordless cries. You didn’t want to, especially once San began biting marks onto the back of your shoulders.
A particularly hard bite on your upper back caused you to yell, and San paused entirely. “You okay, baby?” He gently kissed the spot he had just marred.
“God, yeah,” you answered with a breathy chuckle. “Keep fucking me.” In response, he bit another spot, humming to himself when you moaned at the sensation.
Satisfied with the results of his possession, San focused on chasing pleasure for you both. He reached around your body to hold you, one hand resting on your throat, the other starting to work your clit, as he kept thrusting into you.
Being pinned to his body in such a physical way sent sparks through your mind and body. You could feel his presence nearly everywhere on your body, his hands outside you, his dick inside you, his imprints mapped out all over your skin. And his words in your ear and your mind.
“Come on, baby, come for me,” he whispered as he neared his peak. “My girl… Come for me.”
He knew that his voice was one of your weaknesses, and he used it to drive you over the edge of ecstasy. Your whines only made him fuck you harder. Neither of his hands eased up on you as you rode out the orgasm, his hips only slowing as you weakened and tapped his arm.
San spoke in your ear again. “Where do you want it?” He nearly always granted you the choice of where he would come, and there was no possible wrong answer.
Tonight, however, there was definitely a right answer. “My face,” you responded. “Make me all yours.”
With a groan he pulled out of you, and you turned quickly around to position yourself just below his leaking cock. He stroked himself rapidly, never taking his eyes off you. Before you knew it, he moaned loudly, and you took the hint to close your eyes as he shot streaks across your waiting face. You could feel his come fall across your cheeks, your lips, a few drops in your lashes and eyebrows. As he finished, he rested the tip of his cock right at your mouth, and you obeyed the silent command to lick him clean.
You carefully opened one eye, then the other, making sure it was still possible with your face all painted. The only thing you saw was San grinning down at you with pride.
“Look at you,” he said. “So pretty, all covered in me like this. Only for me.”
pairing & prompt: lee jooheon x f!reader - formalwear
word count: 1190
content notes: established relationship, silly banter, brief mention of collaring as a joke, unprotected sex, is there a term for him finishing on her chest(?), joohoney is head over heels and a little whiny. (also, you just gotta accept that this would be an alternate reality where idols can openly have partners at events and all that.)
“I hate this,” Jooheon grumbled for the eighth time. “Why are we doing this, again?”
You tried not to roll your eyes. “Because it’s literally your job to be here. We have to look presentable because you are a famous idol, and I am your beautiful arm candy.”
He looked you up and down, a tiny smirk rising on his lips. “Well, that part’s right. You’re gorgeous. I have to make sure nobody tries to kidnap you away from me.”
You laughed at his self-effacement, which he always managed to make somehow charming. “Don’t worry, I’m not going home with anyone else tonight. Mostly because all my stuff is at your place.”
“Wow, beautiful and funny.”
Your mouth twitched as you tried not to laugh again. He had made no attempts to hide how uncomfortable he felt dressed in formalwear, even if it was for an appearance at a brand event, and it was all too easy to tease him about it.
He smacked your arm lightly. “When can we get out of here so I can get out of this dumb thing? It doesn’t even move when I move.”
“Soon, baby, don’t worry. Just another hour or two.”
“Ugh.”
Despite Jooheon’s sartorial discomfort, the rest of the evening passed pleasantly, and he put on a game face whenever necessary. Of course, he still muttered to you how much it sucked at every opportunity he had, but that wasn’t much of a bother. It gave you a chance to think about how great it would be to take the suit off of him later.
You were hardly out of the building before he was loosening his tie, mumbling about how it felt like a collar.
“So, you wouldn’t wear a collar, huh?” you asked playfully, knowing it would throw him off.
It did. “A... a collar? Like, a sexy collar?”
“Obviously, dumbass. A nice little collar with a tag saying that if you get lost, you should be returned to me.”
Jooheon’s skin flushed pink as he thought about being so visibly claimed by you, even as a joke. “That part is… not bad, but I don’t like anything around my neck. Just tattoo it on me. Or put in a microchip.”
The two of you laughed and kept talking about ridiculous things the entire ride back to his place. By the time you arrived, he was noticeably more relaxed, even though he was still wearing the suit, the tie draped over his shoulders like a scarf.
“Don’t take anything else off yet,” you insisted once you were inside and he had discarded his jacket. To his immediate whine, you responded, “I just want to appreciate you a minute more, that’s all.”
You motioned for him to follow you to the bedroom, and he happily obeyed. Grabbing an end of the tie in each hand, you pulled him to you for a kiss. “Come here, fancy boy.”
His lips smiled against yours as he deepened the kiss, reaching for your hips as he did so. You let his hands wander across your body, the textures of your dress playing havoc with his senses. Releasing the tie, you ran your fingers through his hair while he kissed down your neck.
When he reached for your zipper, you stopped him by stepping back. “Nuh uh, not yet. I have to unwrap my present first.”
“What present?” Jooheon was clearly confused, though to be fair he had other things on his mind.
You nodded and smiled. “Mmhmm, my present. My man, right here, dressed up all nice for me in this suit. I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.” You pressed your lips to his before he could respond, unbuttoning his shirt as your tongue ventured into his mouth.
He moaned against you as your hands glided across his skin, pushing his shirt to the floor. Your kisses traveled down his neck, your hands reaching to undo his belt and pants. Slowly you undressed him, letting your fingers tease his body as you went.
You began to move Jooheon toward the bed, but he stopped you. “Isn’t it my turn?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. You simply looked at him in response, and he continued. “You got to unwrap a present; don’t I get to unwrap mine? I’ve been thinking about this for hours.”
At your look of surprise he moved to stand behind you, kissing the back of your neck as he unzipped your dress. He returned the attentions you had given him, not stopping until you were both fully naked together.
“There we go,” he murmured, pressing himself against your back as he embraced you. “You’re so pretty, and I get to look at you like this every day.” He kissed your shoulder again before leading you over to the bed.
Trying to avoid the discomfort of his candor, you playfully shoved him onto the bed. “How about you do more than just look?”
“I can do both.” Jooheon laughed and pulled you onto the mattress on top of him. You couldn’t help your smile as he caught you in another kiss, his hands gliding along your thighs on either side of him. He guided your movements as you shifted position to slide down onto his ready cock. He exhaled fiercely, overcome by the feeling of you around him in exactly the way he wanted.
Not needing words for once, you moved together, lost in the sensations of each other and the mutual chasing of pleasure. Shockingly few moments had passed before Jooheon caught onto the quickening of your breath as you rode him. He knew you must already be getting close to an orgasm, and he held onto your hips as he fucked himself up into you, making you cry out.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out between gasps of air. “Please, babe…”
He loved hearing your desperate pleas for him, and he obliged you by reaching a hand down to massage your clit as he kept thrusting. Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back, overwhelmed by the physical sensations you were experiencing. It felt both all too soon and a lifetime later when you felt your climax course through you, and you laid your hand over Jooheon’s on your hip to keep yourself in the moment. As your peak receded and you whimpered, he slowed his movements, though never stopping.
“Baby,” he panted, nearly at the same point of bliss, “where should I…?”
“Wherever you want.”
You knew his favorite choice, so you were already getting off of him when he said, “Lie down.” He climbed astride you, a firm thigh on each side of your abdomen as he stroked himself, a hand absentmindedly on your breast. You took the hint, using your own hands to press your breasts together, and he moaned as he watched you pinch your nipple. He had already been dangerously close to coming, and at last he reached his peak, murmuring affection and praises for you as he painted your skin.
Completely spent in every way, Jooheon shifted off of you with a throaty chuckle. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter.”
Your lips trailed down the side of Jisung’s neck, sucking gently at his soft skin, still damp from his shower. “I missed you so much,” you whispered.
He softly chuckled in response. “It’s only been like two days. You really missed me that much?”
You nodded, then said, “Yes,” when you realized he couldn’t see your nod. “I can show you if you don’t believe me.”
Jisung laid a hand at the side of your face, making you look directly at him. “Show me? How?” His voice had gotten quieter, yet somewhat hoarser, betraying the desire he felt with you pressed against him.
You smirked at him. “I want to take care of you. You know… the way you like.” Your words were punctuated by your hands grabbing his ass to pull him closer, and he inhaled sharply as your meaning set in.
“You sure?” He was always nervous before this, ever concerned that you’d be doing something you didn’t want to, just for him. But you loved it nearly as much as he did, feeling him writhe beneath you, tasting him on your tongue, hearing his indecent sounds…
You pulled the towel off of him, making it clear that you had made your decision. “Jisung?”
“Yeah?”
“Bend over the bed.”
To his credit, he wasted no time in following your instruction. Despite his show of hesitance, he was already half hard just from the short anticipation of what would happen next. You slowly admired the view he gave you, leaning over and vulnerable just for you. Your hands traveled gently up the insides of his legs, pressing his thighs apart when you reached them.
Your mouth replaced your fingertips, and you kissed the firm flesh of his inner thighs. You let your tongue dance forward, the tip flicking out to lick behind his balls. Each time you made contact, you dragged your tongue back up, drawing out the tiniest of whines from Jisung. As you continued teasing, his whimpers became more desperate.
“Please, baby… I need it,” Jisung was already begging. As fun as the tease was, you didn’t really want to make him wait, so you rose up a bit and spread him before you, a hand on each cheek. He shivered slightly beneath your palms, and you slowly let drip a string of saliva onto his waiting hole.
A tiny gasp escaped his lips when he felt the contact, and you wasted no time in leaning down to lick a stripe along his most sensitive areas. You repeated the action a few more times, alternating between flattening your tongue and just using the tip.
By this time Jisung was already squirming around, trying to get you to be more direct in your attentions, and you finally felt ready to give in. You flicked your tongue just around his entrance, already slick with your saliva, to draw out the tease.
“Please…” he sounded insistent, but you both knew he’d get what he wanted soon enough. Your tongue ventured farther away before returning, getting Jisung all worked up and panting. You pulled your face away for a moment to lick your own hand, lubricating it well, then you pushed into his hole with the tip of your tongue.
“Oh whoa,” Jisung breathed out, smushing his own face onto the bed. “Please don’t stop.”
You had no intention of stopping. You reached between his legs to grab his now-fully erect cock, stroking wetly while you lapped at his hole. He mewled into the mattress, hands tightly gripping the bedspread. You fucked him like that for a while, tongue exploring while your hand fondled. His breathing quickly became erratic under your dual assault, and he was soon thrusting into your hand, precum now aiding the movement.
This was the part you loved most: Jisung beneath you, completely at your mercy, having the time of his life. He was so beautiful lying there, his curls sticking to his face with sweat and his bottom lip pink from biting it. And the best thing was you knew how amazing it made him feel.
“Close… baby, I need… to cum,” he panted, pushing back against your tongue. In response, you let more saliva fall into your hand, ensuring you had plenty of slickness to get him off. When you sensed he was just on the brink of falling apart, you used your free hand to caress his balls, thumb rubbing in exactly the right spot.
“Oh f… fuck, yeah, like that.” As he spilled himself all over your hand, he continued whimpering and uttering broken phrases of pleasure, and you pumped every drop of cum from him.
Jisung collapsed onto the bed, physically and mentally spent. You softly kissed everywhere you could get while he lay there prone.
You whispered to him, “Stay there, baby, I’ll be right back,” then got a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean him up. After the first time, you had been surprised how nice it was to take care of him this way as well. The satisfaction of pleasing Jisung was so fulfilling, you didn’t worry about seeking an orgasm of your own. (He always offered, of course, but you rarely took him up on it.)
Once you had tossed the washcloth into the hamper, you took off your own clothes and climbed onto the bed, pulling Jisung into your arms. The two of you lay there a while longer, skin to skin, just existing together.
pairing & prompt: jeong yunho x f!reader - semi-public
word count: 1143
content notes: established relationship, outdoor sex on a car, unprotected sex, f!masturbation
“Come on, baby. You don’t want me to fall asleep at the wheel, do you?”
You looked over at Yunho, now in the third hour of driving the two of you through the countryside, and responded, “I can’t. We’re in the car. People can see through the windows!”
Yunho looked at you with a false pout on his face. “What people? There’s nothing out here but trees and birds! Nobody will see anything.”
“I don’t know…” You tried to look reluctant, but you both knew you wanted to give in.
“What if I dare you? You can’t turn down a dare. It’s the rules.”
“What rules?”
“Rules of the dare. I dare you to touch yourself while we’re driving.”
You scoffed at him, turning to stare out the window. Fuck, he was right. Some part of your brain was insisting that a dare was a binding obligation. And besides, there are worse ways to occupy your time on a car ride. Why not take up the excuse?
Without turning away from the window, you spread your legs wide across the leather seat and slid your dress up your thighs. Slowly, you slid your hand between your thighs and began to caress yourself through the fabric of your underwear.
“No chance,” Yunho said when he saw you. “Take those panties off first, baby.”
With a coy smile you slid them down your legs and off, grabbing them so they wouldn’t get lost on the floor. Yunho reached his hand out, demanding, and you cautiously handed him the panties.
He grinned wickedly and threw the underwear into the back seat, where you wouldn’t be able to reach. “That’s my girl. Now you can really have fun.”
And you did. You were tentative at first, painfully aware of the sun shining through the car windows on your bare skin. You closed your eyes and teased gently around your entrance, soon feeling yourself getting wetter from the combination of your fingers and the excitement of the situation. When you started to circle your clit, you heard Yunho’s rough exhale, and opened your eyes to look at him.
He smiled at you, making sure you noticed him licking his lips. “Don’t you want to fuck yourself? Go on, baby girl. Slip some fingers in there for me.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but happily obeyed, sliding first one, then two fingers into yourself. As you got lost in pleasuring yourself in front of your boyfriend, you stopped caring about the sounds you were making, and you didn’t even try to hide your moans.
The moment was so consuming that you jumped when you felt Yunho’s hand on your thigh. Looking up, you saw his deep brown eyes locked on you.
He took a deep breath and turned to watch the road, looking back at you frequently. “Maybe you should stop now. This is turning out to be a little too distracting.” You noticed him move his hand to his lap, pressing against his dick, desperate for stimulation.
You chewed your lip a moment, then raised your eyebrows at him. “No, I don’t want to stop. You dared me, and now I’m not bored anymore.”
“Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna crash this car. Or I’m gonna have to pull over and fuck you.”
You smiled and went back to fingering yourself as you said, “Fine by me,” and closed your eyes again.
Almost immediately, you felt the switch from driving on smooth pavement to the bumpiness of grass, then the car stopped.
You opened your eyes to see Yunho staring at you, almost angry. “Get out of the fucking car,” he growled. Slowly, you complied, part of your mind wondering if you had genuinely upset him somehow. You stood by the closed back door as he strode around to meet you.
Without even a second of pause, he took you by the shoulders and pressed his mouth to yours, tongue immediately parting your lips. You braced yourself against the car with one hand, reaching with the other to grope him through his sweatpants. As he moaned into your mouth, you gently tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. Moving his hands to your bare ass, beneath the fabric of the dress, he pulled your body closer to his.
Suddenly he stopped kissing you, and with his large hands still on you he pulled you toward the hood of the car. “Turn around,” he demanded.
Smiling at him, you turned to lean over the still-warm hood of the car. You barely noticed Yunho sliding his pants just down to his thighs, before he lifted your dress up onto your back. All thoughts of possible onlookers had vanished, and neither of you cared at this point anyway.
As he pulled your legs a bit further apart, you heard him whisper, “I know you’re ready for me,” then he pushed into you. He tried to give you a moment to get used to his girth, but finally feeling your warmth around him was too much and he started to move inside you.
Even in the heat of lust, he knew exactly what you liked and how to make you feel every inch of him. He fucked you rhythmically, making you gasp repeatedly against the metal of the car. His large fingers gripped you tightly, pulling you against his every thrust.
All your efforts in the car had you already at the edge. “Yunho, fuck, I’m-“ You could barely speak as you began to come, words turning to cries as your climax hit.
He stopped his movements as you came down from your high. After catching your breath, you started to move on his cock again, intending to work him toward his own climax, but he pulled out of you and pulled you up by your arm.
“Not like that, sweetheart. I want you on your knees.”
As you knelt in the grass, Yunho’s fingers tangled themselves in your hair. He groaned as you took him deep into your mouth, working the exposed part of his shaft with your hand. As his sounds deepened, you focused your lips on the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip and savoring his taste.
In moments, his grip in your hair tightened and his breath hitched as his orgasm approached. You moaned encouragingly as he came on your tongue. When he had finished, you swallowed and gently licked him clean, making him shudder.
As he caught his breath, he reached down to help you stand before pulling his pants back up. When you had gathered yourselves and readjusted all your clothing, Yunho pulled you to him again, this time without any staged aggression.
He kissed you softly but deeply, his hands caressing your back. As you parted, he said, “Remind me to dare you to do things more often.”
I’ve been trying to figure out whether I want to leave this blog here or delete it or do something else. But I think I’m going to leave it + third option, and just have it be a place for my writing practice.
I say “practice” because I know I have a lot of room for improvement as a writer in many ways. One thing I’ve been doing to practice is following a kinktober prompt list I found somewhere, just writing things for the sake of writing with no real plans of posting any of it.
But they’re also just taking up space on my computer. And, idk, what is the fear about anyway. My approach to creative stuff lately has been “maybe I suck at it but at least I’m not using AI” and that’s what I’m gonna bring to everything I do. Mediocre at best but still made by a human! I don’t care if it’s not great because this isn’t the primary focus of my life, but I still do think it’s fun.
So, in summary, I’m gonna do two things with this little space:
Gonna reblog the (very few) things I’ve written on my main blog, just so they’re kinda stored here too.
Gonna post the kinktober stuff I’ve been writing. It won’t be on schedule (obviously, since October has already started) but it’s just for funsies so I don’t care about that. I have like 8 or 9 ready to go but I’m gonna stagger them so I don’t get overwhelmed. And maybe, someday, hopefully by the end of 2025, I’ll be done.
And just as a note, none of the stuff in those two categories is wrestlers. I’ve had a lot of phases that I wander through and I’m not going to pretend I don’t. I just have to follow the inspo where it takes me, y’know?
in the vein of "follow the inspo where it takes me," im still determined to finish out a full 31 prompts. but ive done enough in a short-ish time frame that ive started identifying my patterns and recurring themes, both good and bad.
as far as this whole ordeal is concerned, some things ive observed are that (1) having to go in a specific order frustrates me, and (2) its hard for me to start with a prompt then find someone who fits it, where its generally more productive for me to start with someone i feel interested in writing about then choose a prompt that suits them.
so, im not abandoning the project, but im abandoning some of my predetermined list. ill slowly post the ones that are done, then finish up with prompts cobbled together from other lists i found because i already know who to write but its tough to figure out what.
so. not abandoning. just modifying. because ultimately im only doing this for fun and i want it to stay fun.
pairing & prompt: park dojoon x f!reader - exhibitionism
word count: 1532
content notes: established relationship, standing sex, private office in a semi-public location/window, light choking
The key finally clicked in the lock, letting you into your new office. You pushed the door wide open, holding it to let Dojoon in with the box he was carrying. He had offered to help you bring things in to get you all set up before the week began, so you’d be ready to start this new job with confident footing.
Setting down your own box, you paused to look around the space. There was a large, sturdy-looking desk with a computer, a wall of tall bookshelves, and a filing cabinet next to the windows. You were relieved that you’d be able to get some natural light during the day, since the door into the hallway had no windows and you had been worried the room would feel claustrophobic. These windows were huge, starting around waist-height and going all the way up to the ceiling, with blinds that could easily open or close.
Dojoon took off his jacket, placing it on one of the chairs across from the desk. “This room looks massive!” he said with wonder. “Was your last one like this?”
“Eh, it was about the same size, but in the basement. I’m so excited about these windows!” You moved over to take a peek through the blinds at the view. It was nothing spectacular, facing the brick wall of the building next door, but being on a higher floor meant you’d still have sun coming in.
Dojoon stood behind you, lightly resting his chin on your shoulder to look for himself. “Well, at least you can open the blinds and know that nobody will be staring at you,” he said with a chuckle as he slipped an arm around your waist.
“Alright, don’t get any ideas. We have a lot of books to unpack.” You began opening boxes, trying to think about how you wanted to organize them on the shelves.
“Too late, I already have so many ideas. For activities.”
The goofy phrasing made you chuckle. “Nope, not until these books are away. So get to work.”
In truth, you had only been able to bring in as many things as the two of you could comfortably carry, so it didn’t take too long to get everything put in its place. You both stood in the center of the office, admiring the setup and catching your breath.
“So,” Dojoon began, looking somewhat mischievous, “want to hear some ideas for activities?”
You couldn’t help laughing at his one-mindedness. “Sure, let’s hear what you’ve got.”
“Well, this chair here? You could sit in this chair. And you could put a foot up on the desk here, and just be completely open for me to taste.”
A small shiver went up your spine at his words, though the day was warm. “That… is definitely an idea, yes.”
He smiled, stepping close to kiss your nose before continuing. “Or, if you’re over here by the books, it would be so easy to come up behind you. You could grab onto the shelves if you needed to, or even the cabinet there.”
He paused, taking in your suddenly breathless expression as you processed the thoughts. “Or,” he said, glancing toward the door to be sure you had remembered to close it, “you could be over here, checking out your view-”
You tried to stifle a laugh and failed miserably. “Sorry, no, go ahead.”
Dojoon fixed you with a glare of mock horror. “Please, take this seriously.” He grabbed your hand to pull you over to the area he had been describing, guiding you to act exactly as he said. “Now, you’d be here - pretend the blinds are open - and you’d have to lean over just a bit to see out. You’d be so caught up in counting the bricks or something, that I’d come up behind you-” here he also began acting out his words “-and I’d put my hands on your waist, slide up under your shirt, touch you a little…”
To your surprise, you weren’t remotely put off by being felt up in your new office. You knew without a doubt that nobody could see you, and you hoped nobody was around to hear, but really you were too tired to pretend you didn’t want your boyfriend’s hands all over you. “That’s a very specific idea. Just groping me while I look out the window?” You smiled over your shoulder at Dojoon so he’d know you weren’t genuinely upset.
“Yeah, for a start.” He didn’t continue his narration, however, at least not verbally. He pressed a quick peck to your lips before you returned your gaze to the window, then began kissing the side of your neck. Beneath your shirt his hands roamed freely, giving your breasts a squeeze.
When he unbuttoned your denim shorts, you felt a slight wave of anxiety. “Dojoon, should we really-”
“Shh. Don’t want anyone to hear us.”
“It’s Sunday. Nobody is here.”
“Come on, play along. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” You both knew that you trusted him, and he slid his hand into your shorts, lightly grazing your clit through the fabric of your panties. “Just keep facing the window.”
You let your eyes close, leaning back against Dojoon. He didn’t really want to tease you too much today, not right now, so he pulled your shorts and underwear to the floor before resuming his spot behind you. His fingers were now free to explore you, which is exactly what he did.
You tried keeping your breath quiet, even knowing the place was empty; it was more fun that way. Dojoon slipped a finger into you, gathering up your wetness to lubricate his movements on your clit.
“I can’t believe you’re already so wet,” he whispered in your ear. “You really want me to fuck you in your office, don’t you?”
“I just want you to fuck me, I don’t care where we are,” you truthfully responded, pushing back against him.
“Good, that’s where this is headed.” As he took his own pants off, you stepped out of your shorts so you could spread your legs, leaning onto the windowsill to grant him better access.
Dojoon stroked himself a couple times, just as eager as you were, then lined himself up at your entrance. He slid in easily, holding onto your hips as he fully buried himself inside you. Almost immediately he began thrusting, and you stood more upright to let him put his arms around you while he did so.
His hands immediately covered your breasts, pulling them out of the bra you still wore so that he could tease your nipples. He gave them each a hard pinch in succession, causing you to gasp in delight at the sensation. Dojoon understood your body almost as well as you did, and he knew exactly what to do to make you respond how he wanted you to.
For a few minutes the only sound in the office was the echo of skin on skin, punctuated by frantic breathing as you both had thoughts only for pleasure. Then Dojoon emitted a soft groan while kissing your shoulder, which you knew meant he was quickly approaching the point of no return.
Bracing himself with a hand on your hip as he continued fucking into you, his other hand moved up to your throat. You two had done this enough times that you never panicked anymore, only had the smallest pleasurable wave of anxiety when you first felt his fingertips at your neck. Dojoon’s fingers pressed the sides of your throat, leaving the more delicate front of your neck free. It wasn’t about stopping your breathing, for you. It was the possessiveness, the way he claimed you as his and held onto you, that really set you alight, and you knew it did the same for him.
You whimpered desperately at his touch, using your grip on the windowsill to anchor yourself as he increased his pace, angling his hips to ensure he was hitting that most pleasurable spot inside you.
“Shh, baby, we don’t want to get caught,” he whispered in your ear between thrusts. “Better be quiet when you come.”
The rational part of your brain that knew nobody was in the building had vanished, and the entirely safe fantasy of needing to hurry to avoid detection took over. Between his suggestion and the pressure at your throat, your orgasm was quickly building.
Dojoon was already there, moaning and gasping for breath as he came, and the sounds of his pleasure sent you into your own climax, joining him in falling over the edge. Your legs felt uneasy as you trembled, and the windowsill was all that kept you upright, along with Dojoon’s hands around you.
He removed his fingers from the sides of your throat, replacing them with his lips. “So good, baby,” he muttered against your skin between kisses. “That was such a great idea.”
“Hell yeah it was,” you responded, reaching for your discarded shorts to get dressed. “I’m never going to be able to get anything else done when I’m here. I’ll just be thinking about you fucking me.”
Dojoon smiled and kissed you deeply. “That’s the point.”
You tugged at the soft restraints keeping your arms in place on the bed. Yuta was allowing you to keep your legs free this time, so he’d made sure your upper body was nice and secure. You tried to relax in spite of the anticipation.
Yuta was kneeling between your legs, already nude and caressing your thigh. “Ready for this, princess?”
You nodded in response.
The corner of his mouth perked upward. “Words, princess. You know better.”
“Yes, I’m ready,” you responded obediently.
Yuta leaned forward and crawled up your body, arms on either side of you. He pressed his open lips to yours and placed a hand on your throat. “Good. Don’t forget again.” He quickly tightened his grip before sitting back up.
For a moment, Yuta just sat back and admired you. You tried to be patient, but you couldn’t help squirming under the intensity of his eyes.
“Yuta, please…”
“Please what?” The smirk reappeared.
“Please touch me already,” you begged.
Yuta let out a soft chuckle. “Careful what you ask for, princess.”
He took a short knife from the dresser. You could see the lamp light reflecting off of the blade, and after a moment you realized you had been holding your breath.
Yuta knew you well enough to understand that your audible exhale was from excitement. He leaned up to give you another hungry kiss. As he did so, he drew the blunt side of the knife blade across your clavicle and shoulder.
You shivered at the touch of cold metal on your skin. Yuta licked across your bottom lip before he bit onto it, causing you to gasp into his mouth.
He pulled his head back from yours. “Don’t get weak on me now, princess. I haven’t even gotten started on you.”
Yuta sat back between your legs again, dragging the knife down your torso as he moved. It almost tickled, but you didn’t want to pull away from the sensation. He turned the knife so that the sharp side of the blade was now against your skin, then pulled it gently across your hip.
You tried hard to keep your breaths even, but Yuta noticed your effort and laughed. “My pretty girl likes this, doesn’t she?”
You verbally agreed as he repeated his movements. On the third pass, he pressed the blade into you, drawing a few small pinpricks of blood as he did so.
This time it was Yuta who had to keep his breathing under control. He traced another small line beneath the first, a little more blood rising to the surface.
You hadn’t felt much pain thanks to the knife’s sharpness, but as Yuta ran his fingers across the cuts, the slight irritation made you tremble under his touch.
He held his hand up for you to see the blood across his fingertips. “Look how pretty you are on me.” He then traced his red fingertips across his lips, like the remnants of some kind of fucked-up lip gloss. You moaned at the sight. Holding the knife away from you, he kissed you right in the center of your belly, leaving a noticeable smudge.
Yuta continued to kiss all around your lower body, taking his time around the cuts he had made. The blood was already drying on the shallow wounds, but you still felt a jolt of pain as he added pressure to that sore area.
“Keep those legs open for me, princess. I need to taste more of you,” Yuta said, pushing your thighs apart. He spread your lips with one hand before slapping you directly on the clit. The new pain sent a shockwave of pleasure through you as you yelped. With another dark chuckle he began to aggressively lick at your clit.
Moans were spilling from your lips as Yuta kept his tongue firm against you. He dipped lower to taste the wetness that was dripping from your core, groaning at the sign of your arousal. You felt him press a finger into you, but before you could enjoy it properly you were empty again.
“Yuta…” you began, your desperation evident in that single word.
“Aw, princess. Do you really need me in you that badly?”
“I really do.”
“I know.” He smacked your clit again, smiling at your resulting shout.
You were ready to complain some more, but the pressure at your entrance told you he was going to give in and finally fuck you with his fingers.
But it wasn’t his fingers that entered you. You felt something rough, not nearly as responsive as his long fingers. As Yuta began to shallowly fuck you with the object, you realized it was the handle of the knife.
You couldn’t help yourself - you clenched harder around the metal. You wished you could see Yuta’s face as you tried to ride the knife handle, but of course your restraints kept you from fully lifting your head up to see him.
The experiment with the handle didn’t last long. Between the dried blood on your thighs and the knife working in and out of your soaked hole, Yuta realized he didn’t want to be patient. He gave himself a few slow strokes while putting the knife aside, then pushed into you with one quick thrust.
You couldn’t describe the sound you made at the feeling of finally being full of Yuta. He didn’t ease into the moment at all, just started fucking into you at a steady pace. You wrapped your legs around his torso, trying to pull him ever deeper.
After a few minutes of these frenetic movements, Yuta stopped, keeping himself buried in your pussy, and picked the knife up again. “Just a little more for me, princess.” He made some more cuts above your breasts, his cock twitching inside you as he saw the blood welling up. The sharp pain of the blade felt like a drug every time, making you constantly aware of Yuta’s presence inside and outside your body.
Finally Yuta laid aside the knife again and held your jaw in his hand. “You’re mine, pretty girl. Everything you have is mine, do you know that?”
“Yes, Yuta,” you whispered, trying not to let your smile escape. “I’m all yours.”
He groaned and kissed you. He was surprisingly gentle on your lips, but no less hungry than before. When he pulled back, he traced his fingers through the redness on your chest. This time there was enough to pool on his fingers, and he swiped his entire hand across the mess. With a sadistic grin, he pressed his palm to your throat, holding you still while he resumed moving inside you.
You kept your eyes fixed on his while his hand dug into your neck. He turned it to press his thumb to your bottom lip, and you opened without even thinking. Yuta leaned over and spat directly into your mouth, then lightly smacked your face to tell you to swallow it. You obeyed while using your legs to pull him against you, chasing the fulfillment of this overwhelming arousal. The pain of the cuts and slaps, the bloodied hand on your throat, the spit, Yuta’s cock stretching you… it was becoming too much.
“Yuta, I’m close. Please…”
“I know, princess, I know. Let go when you’re ready. I’ve got you.” Yuta kept whispering encouragement as your orgasm swept over you, and he kissed you through the aftershocks.
He left more kisses on your newest cuts, then began to fuck you again. He lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders, opening you up for him to plunge deeper still. With a hand holding onto each of your thighs, Yuta relentlessly drove into you, his eyes fixed on yours.
You could hardly maintain eye contact at this point; you were overwhelmed and overstimulated. It was enough to let Yuta use you as he needed.
But your body began to betray you, your arousal not lessening at all while Yuta fucked into you. As he called your name at his peak and emptied himself deep inside you, you couldn’t help the small moans that escaped you.
Yuta noticed your breath catching, and lowered your legs to put them around his waist. He didn’t pull out, but just kept fucking his cum into you like it would be a crime to waste any. “Give me one more, princess.”
You nearly cried, but at this point, your body was on autopilot. You would do anything Yuta wanted; if he wanted you to cum again, then you would.
He leaned forward to kiss you, a small distraction so he could take hold of your neck again. Still thrusting into you, he pressed his palm to your throat. You could still breathe, but only just.
“Come on, my pretty girl. Just one more time for me.” He let go of your throat to roughly stroke your clit, and that was enough. Your orgasm slammed into you as you tensed and gushed around Yuta’s cock. “That’s it, princess. So good…”
Yuta rose, then scooted you to a drier part of the bed before lying down and taking you into his arms. “You always do so good for me. My perfect girl,” he kept whispering in affection as you recovered.
pairing & prompt: kim taehyung x f!reader - intoxicated
word count: 1032
content notes: drunk sex in a club bathroom; somewhat anonymous(?), this isn't really more complex than that
Sigh. You were relieved that the bartender had finally seen you. You leaned forward to give her your order, then rifled through your wallet.
“Hi,” a voice said over your shoulder. “Maybe I could get that drink for you…?”
You turned to see an unknown man looking at you with a soft smile. He was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and loose jeans, with a small gold hoop in one ear. “I’m Taehyung,” he said.
You definitely didn’t notice the way his sleeves pulled around his biceps, or how full his lips were when he smiled. “Thanks, Taehyung, but I always buy my own drinks. Thanks for the offer though.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. Here for any special reason tonight?” He wasn’t being pushy, and he seemed nice (in addition to stupidly attractive), so you let the conversation continue. You shared some flirty small talk before the bartender returned and handed you your drink. Once you were done paying, you turned back to Taehyung to say goodbye. “Okay, well… I’m gonna get back to my friends now. Have a good night.”
“Wait.” He put out a hand to stop you, barely touching your arm. He pointed to a table on the opposite side of the room. You saw a few other men sitting around, drinking and laughing together. “I’ll be over there, if you decide you want to drunkenly make out with someone tonight.” He smiled and walked away, leaving you standing there unsure what had happened.
You shook your head to clear your thoughts, then headed back to your table. The night went on as usual, and you spent a while dancing with your friends, but your eyes kept drifting back to the confident man across the room. You hadn’t intentionally sat in a place that faced Taehyung, but you were certainly not going to move. He seemed easygoing, not the wildest in his group - by far - but still exuberant. This time you intentionally noticed that the t-shirt he wore accentuated the muscles in his arms, and you were tipsy enough to lose yourself in thought about how those arms would feel around you.
Suddenly he turned, his dark eyes meeting yours again. He quickly smiled, and you lowered your face, embarrassed at having been caught staring. One of your friends asked if you were okay, only noting that you were a little flustered, but unsure what had caused it.
You excused yourself to the restroom, hoping a little space would help you snap out of this mood. You took some deep breaths and ran cold water over your wrists, trying to ground yourself.
But when you opened the door to leave the restroom, you froze. Taehyung was standing in the hallway, arms crossed and leaning against the wall like he was waiting for you.
He took a step forward. “Look, I promise, I’ll back off if you really aren’t interested. But… I feel like you might be into that drunken makeout?” He raised an eyebrow, giving you an easy chance to turn him down.
You weren’t even particularly drunk that evening, but you were happy to use the alcohol as an excuse for your actions. You looked both ways down the hallway; when you were satisfied that nobody was around, you grabbed his hand to pull him into the restroom, locking the door behind him.
The kissing was immediate, both of you hungry for a quick fix. It wasn’t delicate, nothing you’d ever see in a mainstream movie, but there was instant heat between you. Your fingers went up into his hair, tugging gently to keep his mouth against yours.
Soon you felt his hand at your lower back, sneaking down inside your waistband to grab your ass. You moaned into his mouth as you pulled his hips closer to your body, feeling the press of his arousal against you. After another moment his hand moved back up, and you felt it against the bare skin of your back under your shirt as he held you pressed to his torso. You started kissing his neck.
You heard Taehyung groan, then he whispered, “Want to fuck?”
Before you could stop yourself, you laughed. His question was somehow unexpected at that moment. “What, here? In the bathroom of the bar?”
He smiled and nodded to the left. “There’s a condom dispenser. We could.” There was a heavy pause.
Why not? You thought. With an eager grin, you nodded back and started to unbutton your pants.
Once you were both exposed from the waist down and he had the condom on, you both realized you were about to fuck in a bathroom with sticky floors and sketchy looking walls.
You leaned forward onto the sink pedestal for support, making eye contact with Taehyung in the mirror and smiling. He smirked back but didn’t hesitate before coming up behind you and grabbing your thigh, pulling your legs wide as he guided himself into you. You both groaned deeply as he filled you, then began a steady rhythm in and out.
You straightened your arms so you were more upright, giving him room to reach around your torso and grab your breast. Finally you got to feel his arms around you, and it was better than you had imagined. He held you like that and made soft but strong, low sounds as he fucked you against the sink.
When you felt your pleasure building, you leaned back down onto the sink, pushing yourself back onto his cock. Taehyung understood the situation and fucked you faster, feeling proud of every moan he heard you make, grabbing onto your hips and driving into you harder.
He didn’t slow at all as he felt you start to come, but he kept up the pace, even once you were struggling to catch your breath. He came just a moment later, trying to keep his eyes open to see your satisfied smile in the mirror while you braced against him.
Taehyung pulled out of you and helped you stand, then gave you one more kiss, softer than before. You started to re-dress yourself while he got rid of the condom, then you heard him say, “So… what’s your name?”
pairing & prompt: hwang hyunjin x f!reader - waxplay
word count: 1038
content notes: established relationship, temperature play, wax play, tiniest bit of pain kink
“Okay, looks like it’s melted enough. Ready?” Hyunjin’s soft voice slid through the room as he sat next to you, one hand resting on your ass.
You briefly lifted your face to say yes. You were lying nude on the bed and resting your head on your hands like you were ready for a nap. In truth, you were as awake as you could possibly be, anticipating Hyunjin’s next moves.
He leaned over to grab the lit candle and extinguish it. His free hand moved down to your thigh, caressing you and pulling your legs slightly apart. “Okay, here we go.” He held the jar a bit above you, letting the melted red wax drip onto the back of your thigh.
You let out a small whimper when the first drops came into contact with your skin, but quickly the sound became a moan. You loved that little sting of pain you got from the heat.
“All good, baby?”
“So good. A little more?” You looked at Hyunjin over your shoulder and gave him your best pout.
He chuckled at your cute expression. “I’m gonna do the other one while it’s still melted.” He did as he suggested, dripping more wax across your opposite thigh. This time you were more prepared for the pain, and there was no whimper before you were squirming from the building arousal.
Hyunjin traced a fingertip along the wax patterns, making you shiver. “You’re so pretty, baby…” He got up, leaving you there for a moment while he got his phone. When he came back, he snapped a few pictures of you from different angles.
“Let me see how it looks,” you requested. Hyunjin handed you the phone, and you slowly admired the images one by one. The red of the wax contrasted with your skin, showing bold yet delicate figures across your flesh.
At the sight of your smile, Hyunjin had to lean down and kiss you. While his lips were pressed on yours, he slid his hand against the hardened wax still on your thighs. You gasped, pulling your face back.
“When are we going to take it off?” you asked.
Hyunjin sat up again. “Whenever you want. We can try now.”
You gave a small “Mmhmm,” and he leaned over your lower body. The wax hadn’t adhered to you much, and it was easy to pop off in pieces. All you felt was a pleasurable little pull each time Hyunjin plucked a segment from you.
Once the wax was all removed, he moved to sit between your legs, admiring the marks left on your skin. He ran both hands across the backs of your thighs, not too gently. He then pulled your hips up, so you had your ass up in the air, ready for him.
“Stay just like that, baby, okay?” Hyunjin left a chaste kiss on your exposed pussy before he reached for the candle again. You heard the mechanical clicking of the lighter as he relit the candle, heard the soft rustling of fabric as he removed his clothes.
Hyunjin traced an experimental finger along your slit, noting your evident arousal. “Just from that, huh?” You didn’t have a chance to answer before you felt him shift behind you, pressing the tip of his dick right to your dripping opening.
You pushed back against him, needing him to fill you. You didn’t have to ask; he held you in place as he thrust his full length into you at once, pulling a deep moan from you.
The room was comfortably quiet, with only the gentle sounds of skin on skin echoing through the space. The flickering of the candle only added to the eroticism of the moment.
You were close enough to the side table that Hyunjin only had to pause for a moment and lean over to grab the candle jar. Keeping himself deep inside you, he blew out the flame and poured melted wax across your back. Beautiful patterns created themselves across the length of your back, the red wax contrasting beautifully with your skin.
Hyunjin nearly dropped the jar when he felt you clench around him. “Damn, you really like that, don’t you?”
You murmured agreement and pushed back against him, feeling the cooling wax pull at your skin as you moved. Hyunjin ran his hands gently across the wax, lost in the sensations created by the new textures before him. He was surprised at how aroused he was at the sight of you like this, ass up, face down, with red wax all over you..
He fucked you slowly, deeply, making sure to always hit the places that made you whimper for him. As your noises got louder, he hastened the pace of his movements and snaked his hand underneath you. The added sensation of Hyunjin stimulating your clit made your legs start to shake a bit, but you kept yourself in place, not wanting to lose the smallest bit of contact.
Warmth spread through you as your climax rapidly advanced. You began to chant Hyunjin’s name, essentially begging him not to stop or slow down. He knew your signs and kept driving into you as you dripped and spasmed around him. He slowed when your movements did, but he didn’t stop fucking you, focusing now on chasing his own fulfillment.
Without warning, Hyunjin pulled out of you and let you fall down onto the bed, then straddled your upper thighs. You could hear the sloppy sounds of him jerking off, then a low whine. Jets of come fell wet onto your back as Hyunjin stroked himself, ensuring every drop of his release landed on you.
You expected him to get up for a towel, but he stayed above you. “Just let me look for a minute. You’re so pretty like this.” You realized he was entranced by the way his come was contrasting with the wax that still adhered to your skin. “Stay here.”
You had no intention of moving before he cleaned you, so you waited. In addition to a towel, Hyunjin returned with his phone again. “I need to remember this. Okay, one more,” he said, snapping a few pictures of you decorated with his art. His own private canvas.
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