“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked your boyfriend, Doyoung as he sat in the chair in your shared bedroom. You were in the bed, facing him and trying to read his expression.
He smiled at you, “It was my idea, of course I’m okay with it.” He reassured you before he got up and gave you a quick kiss. You smiled back at your handsome man as he went back to sit in the chair, getting a full view of the sight before him. One that he enjoyed a little too much.
You didn’t know this, but your boyfriend had always fantasized about watching you getting fucked by other men. And tonight, his fantasies were coming true as you sat between none other than Jaehyun and Jungwoo, two of Doyoung’s handsome friends.
When Doyoung had first brought up the idea to you, you thought he was joking. Once you realized how serious he was, you had a feeling that it would happen one way or another. You could never see yourself intimate with another man, but Doyoung could be very convincing. You never expected this would happen, let alone it being two men. You figured it would’ve been one of them, not both.
You turned to look at Jaehyun, whose hand was on your thigh, squeezing every so often. You reached over to cup his cheek in your hand as you leaned in to give him a kiss. Jungwoo was on your other side, taking advantage of your now exposed neck. His plump lips were on your skin in no time and you gasped, pulling away from Jaehyun.
Doyoung could feel himself getting hard as he watched you get kissed and groped by his two friends. He could see how much you enjoyed yourself, which made him happy. As much as he loved being with you, he could never shake this little fantasy of his. When the three of you agreed to it, he was a little too excited.
It felt a little weird to have the other men on you since you were so used to Doyoung, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the attention. Jaehyun and Jungwoo were gorgeous and you were still shocked that they both agreed to this. You never thought you were their type, but it seemed like you were considering how they were all over you. You smiled as both of their lips tickled your skin.
Jungwoo was the first to make more of a move on you, trailing his hand up your leg, inching closer and closer to where you ached for the two men. You moaned when his fingers teased you through your panties and you heard Doyoung’s breathing hitch. In a weird way, you were also enjoying the way Doyoung was getting off on this. Like you wanted to give him a show. Jungwoo had spread your legs a little more so that he could get better access to your center, moving your panties aside and rubbing your clit with his fingers. “Jungwoo!” You moaned when he applied a little bit of pressure.
You felt Jaehyun smirk against your skin as he kept up his kisses on your neck, leaving little nips and bites on your skin. You wanted to be worried about him leaving hickeys, but it felt too damn good for you to stop him. You also figured that Doyoung might have liked seeing them too. Jaehyun’s hands had moved to your breasts, caressing them through your lacy bra. Your back arched at his touch, and he reached behind you to unclip your bra.
The two men pulled away from you so that you could get rid of the unwanted fabric. Once it was gone, they had both pounced on you like hungry wolves. You moaned as they continued where they left off. Except this time, the two of them had latched on to your nipples, teasing and sucking on them. You arched your back again and reveled in the pleasure. Your body had become hot and sensitive from all the touching and teasing, you loved it.
You looked over at Doyoung and you saw that his dick was now hard and straining against his pants. You weren’t sure if part of what he enjoyed about this was his self-discipline or if he was too distracted by watching what was happening in front of him. Either way, you wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself too since he wasn’t the one fucking you tonight. You wanted desperately to be with Doyoung, but you also loved being with Jaehyun and Jungwoo.
Jungwoo had now begun to pull your panties down, leaving you completely naked in front of the three men. At first you felt a little shy having all of their eyes on you, but that quickly went away when you heard them sing praises and keep kissing on your body. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” you heard Jaehyun murmur between kisses. His sweet words went straight to your core and you couldn’t help but moan.
“Lay down,” Jaehyun said softly as you readjusted yourself to lay in the middle of the bed. The two men were back on you in an instant, Jungwoo kissing your chest while Jaehyun had settled between your legs. You looked down and Jaehyun’s eyes were on your body, taking in every inch of you as he put your legs around his shoulders.
You moaned loudly when you felt his tongue on your clit. “Fuck!” You hated to admit it, but having another man’s tongue on you was a little too fun. Jaehyun focused on your clit, giving it the attention it deserved. Your hips began to move on their own and you felt Jaehyun hum against you. You moaned loudly and Doyoung couldn’t hold back his own sounds.
You looked over at Doyoung, his erection straining against his pants and he had frustration all over his face. You wanted desperately to ease his frustrations but your body was pinned to the bed. As Jaehyun continued to eat you out, Jungwoo was teasing your nipples, heightening your pleasure. You moaned as your back arched and you squeezed Jaehyun’s hair a little tighter. He moaned into you and the vibrations of his deep voice caused you to buck your hips into his face. He loved it.
Jaehyun continued to lap at your clit, leaving you a moaning mess. Jungwoo’s hands were roaming your body, teasing and pinching areas that were sensitive. Doyoung would always give you plenty of attention and pleasure, but there was something so exciting about having two men cater to you and your body. Especially two men as gorgeous as Jaehyun and Jungwoo.
You soon felt Jaehyun tease your opening with his tongue before he easily slid two fingers inside you. “Fuck!” You moaned when his long fingers teased your inner walls. You could barely catch your breath as Jaehyun moved them slowly inside you. Your legs had almost closed around Jaehyun’s head and you felt him smirk against you before he used his free hand to open your legs.
“Feel good, baby?” He asked, looking up at you with his big brown eyes. You nodded frantically, just wanting Jaehyun to continue what he was doing to you. You couldn’t speak, all you could do was whimper at the man between your legs. “Use your words, pretty girl,” he teased, pissing you off. But you secretly liked it.
“I-it feels so good, Jaehyun,” you studdered out. His tongue was doing wonders on you and you could hardly think straight. He was so different from how Doyoung would do it and you couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel. With the added stimulation of Jungwoo’s hands on your breasts, you felt like you could come at any moment.
“So pretty,” you heard Jungwoo mumble before he leaned down to kiss you softly. You smiled up at the handsome boy before you felt Jaehyun’s fingers hit that sweet spot deep inside you. You moaned loudly at the new feeling. Jaehyun felt you clench around his fingers, anticipating your orgasm. “You gonna come for him, sweetheart?” Jungwoo said, noticing how your breathing had changed.
You looked over at Doyoung, who was now rubbing himself through his pants. Your eyes had shut when you felt your orgasm take over your entire body. Jaehyun’s tongue, Jungwoo’s light touches and Doyoung’s eyes on you had heightened everything for you. You were enjoying yourself a little too much. You could hardly make a sound as Jaehyun worked you through your orgasm, his tongue slowing down and savoring every bit of you. He groaned when your legs closed around his head. Jungwoo had leaned down to give you another kiss, his sweet lips drinking in your moans.
When Jaehyun had pulled away from you, you felt so empty. But, that emptiness didn’t last very long when Jaehyun and Jungwoo had switched positions and Jungwoo was now removing his clothes. He kept his eyes on you as he took your legs in his hands and put them around his slim waist. You felt him line his tip up at your entrance, and you quickly became aroused again. You looked at the pretty boy between your legs and you were very excited to see how he would please you.
You heard Doyoung unzip his pants and you turned to him. He smiled at you before he looked over at Jungwoo, “she’s all yours,”
Your breathing hitched when you felt Jungwoo slowly thrust himself inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cock. You turned to look at Jungwoo, his large hands on your hips to hold you in place as he began to move inside you. Your legs instinctively tightened around him as the pleasure began to build with each movement.
Doyoung was now stroking his cock at the sight before him. He had always wondered what it would be like to watch you get fucked by someone else and he was enjoying it a lot more than he had anticipated. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked as your body began to contort from the pleasure Jungwoo was giving you. It made him feel good to know you were also enjoying yourself.
You moaned as you felt Jungwoo go deeper inside you, the tip of his pretty cock hitting your spot over and over. You practically yelped when felt Jaehyun’s large hands on your breasts. You turned to look at him and that’s when you noticed you were at eye level with his leaky cock. You locked eyes with Jaehyun before you took your hand and brought his dick down to your lips.
Jaehyun groaned and threw his head back when he felt your tongue on his sensitive head. You found it to be a little difficult to concentrate on Jaehyun when Jungwoo quickened his pace inside you. You did your best to make sure Jaehyun was getting what he deserved after the way he ate you out before.
You stroked what didn’t fit in your mouth, but Jaehyun moved his hips slightly when you opened your mouth wider for him. His cock slowly inched down your throat, causing you to gag around him and he groaned. Jaehyun looked down at you and smiled, his dimples peeking through. The contrast of his sweet smile and his dick down your throat was making your head spin.
Doyoung’s grip on his own cock had tightened, wishing he was either inside you or in your mouth. He wanted so desperately to switch places with Jungwoo or Jaehyun, but he knew he’d get his turn. Plus, watching you getting ravaged by the two of them was giving him more pleasure than he expected. Seeing the way your body reacted to their touches and thrusts could make him reach his own orgasm. You were gorgeous and it’s no wonder he could keep his hands off you. And why Jaehyun and Jungwoo agreed to this a little too quickly.
You pulled away from Jaehyun’s cock once you felt Jungwoo’s tip hit that sweet spot deep inside you. You practically cried out as he hit it repeatedly. If you knew you’d have this much fun, you’d would’ve said yes to Doyoung earlier. He had pitched his little idea more than once but you just weren’t sure about sleeping with other men that weren’t him. But you’re glad it was these two.
You went back to Jaehyun’s cock, swirling your tongue around his red tip. He moaned and his deep voice went straight to your pussy, causing you to flutter around Jungwoo. Jungwoo’s hips were starting to faulter when he felt you clench around him. He had moved one of his hands down to your clit, making you moan onto Jaehyun. His cock twitched in your mouth.
You felt like you were on cloud nine hearing all three men moans because of you. Doyoung’s sweet voice reached your ears and hearing him brought you closer to your orgasm. Jungwoo’s fingers were rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts and you could tell he was also very close. The lewd sounds that took over your bedroom were so hot and you wanted to keep hearing them. There’s just nothing like the sound of attractive men moaning.
It didn’t take much more stimulation for your orgasm to take over your entire body. You couldn’t stop the moans that were slipping from your lips, adding an extra vibration against Jaehyun’s cock. Jungwoo quickly pulled out of you once he realized how close he was to his own orgasm. He pumped his shaft a few times before he came across your stomach, coating your skin with his sticky white seed.
As you were catching your breath, Jaehyun had also began to stroke his cock, leaving you with your tongue out, waiting for his load. You also squeezed your tits together, giving him a second option of where he could cum. It didn’t take long for Jaehyun to move his hips slightly and cum on your chest. You pushed your breasts out as his cum landed on your chest. You were covered in cum and as filthy as you felt, you loved it.
You took another glance at Doyoung who was still jerking himself off. Even though you were spent, you had to give your man attention. The chair he was sitting on was close to the bed, so you slowly moved toward him; your face inches from his hard cock. “Baby, you don-” Doyoung was cut off when you wrapped your lips around his now swollen tip. He groaned when he finally felt your wet tongue around his dick. He had wanted this the entire night and he was finally getting it.
You stroked what couldn’t fit in your mouth and you also massaged his balls with your free hand. Doyoung’s breath was shaky and he let out a few moans here and there. He was very close and you wanted to make sure you were the reason why he came. You took him even further in your mouth; his tip hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He said to you, his hand now stroking your hair. You loved going down on Doyoung, he always would praise you and let you know how good you made him feel.
You could feel yourself getting wet again, but you were spent from Jungwoo and Jaehyun. You just wanted to concentrate on Doyoung and making him cum. You pulled away so that you could lick the underside of his shaft, giving his most sensitive spot attention. “Baby,” he warned before a strangled moan slipped from his lips. His cock was messy and slick from your saliva and his precum, so it was easy to keep pleasing him.
You looked up at him with your wide eyes and that was enough to set Doyoung off. His hips jerked in your mouth and before you knew it, you could taste his hot cum on your tongue. There was so much of it that some of it spilled out of your mouth and onto your chin. You kept up your movements as you helped him cum down from his orgasm. The aftershocks made his cock twitch. He was extremely sensitive from the overstimulation.
You pulled away from Doyoung and caught your breath, falling back on the bed. You were surrounded by the three men, all of their eyes on your cum covered body. Doyoung smiled at you before he gave you a kiss. “You did so well for us, baby.”
→ Summary: On the eve of your wedding, you're ready to let loose and make it a night to remember. In the heart of a vibrant city, surrounded by your closest friends, you're determined to savor one last taste of freedom. But when a series of unexpected encounters transforms the celebration into something far wilder than you ever imagined, you find yourself torn between temptation and the life you're about to commit to. At Kingdom Cum, the night is bound to be steamy; leaving your desires to run high, while dangerously blurring the lines between loyalty and lust.
↠ mingi x f.reader x hongjoong | 3.3k words | 18+
↠ genre: y2k cyberpunk aesthetic nightclub, exotic dancer/stripper au, the filthiest smut i’ve written in a looooong ass time
→ Warnings: infidelity (Y/N is at her bachelorette party) double penetration and double teaming (you’re welcome in advance), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), partial voyeurism and exhibitionism, breast play, light bondage (bride sash used as a restraint), spanking, begging, semi public sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy deluxe, edging, deep dicking, belly bulge, clit pinching, ass enthusiast!hongjoong, teasing expert!mingi, well behaved!reader, multiple orgasms, sloppy oral sex, cock swallowing, cock choking, throat fucking, size kink, heavy praising, slight degradation, creampies, cum play, cum stuffing, overstimulation, the slightest power play, mingi’s got a magic cross dick piercing (bc why not hehe i’m feeling evil) there’s probably more I’m missing
→ Networks: @ksmutsociety @k-vanity
→ Author Note: a big thank you to beezy @hobeemin for beta editing, to cherry @shuadotcom, summer @beomcoups, booki @kwanisms, and maren @wooahaeproductions for hyping me up and letting me scream about this!
And also to sevn @aaagustd & nabi @jenoslutie for being my sprinting partners for several days i would have never finished this without the motivation fr, ILYSM <3
It’s almost midnight, and the real fun is about to begin. It’s your bachelorette weekend, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends, ready to celebrate in style.
The city lights glimmer outside, but all laughter and music are inside. Drinks flow as you and your crew revel in the weekend's freedom. You’ve been looking forward to this escape for months and with your girls by your side, the energy is electric.
The night is young, the city is yours, and the party is only getting started.
“Just wait, I’ve heard they strip everything,” Yeri says, emphasizing her last word.
“They better be hot,” Sunny jokes, lifting her cup to sip her drink. You’re all sitting at a table in Kingdom Cum, a popular cyberpunk nightclub that’s known for having the two best after-dark dancers in the city - SpankMaster and SlickNasty.
“Hi ladies,” a male says from behind your group, “We can’t show you everything, but you won’t be disappointed.”
Turning to look, you see that it’s a gorgeous man with a blue streak running through his tousled hair. He runs his ring-covered fingers through his colorful strands, furthering the messy-styled look.
“I heard earlier that a bachelorette party would be joining us tonight. After spotting you sexy ladies, I knew you had to be the group.”
His eyes land on you, “You must be the bride.”
It’s obvious, you can’t pretend otherwise - even if you want to. You’re wearing a slutty white bra top (per Yeri’s demand), and white cheetah print pants with a ridiculous silk sash that says ‘Future Mrs.’ across the middle.
“Mingi, better known as SlickNasty, at your service,” He says, extending a hand toward you. His fingers brush yours before gently lifting your hand to his lips. Mingi’s eyes never leave yours, holding your gaze as he places a soft, lingering kiss on the back of your hand.
It feels way more intimate than it’s probably meant to be.
As he finishes, he lowers your hand slowly, releasing it with a sly smile that hints at something more.
Or maybe that’s exactly how he meant it…
“And here comes the other half of tonight’s show,” Mingi says directing your attention to the next stunning man walking over to your table.
“Hello ladies, I’m Hongjoong, your SpankMaster. My pleasure to meet you,” he says, his voice deep yet smooth, brimming with confidence that radiates from his effortless demeanor. “We’re here to steal the lovely bride-to-be for the first performance.” He winks at Sunny, whose cheeks instantly heat up.
“Oh, yeah, absolutely! Take her away!” She blurts, practically pushing you out of your seat and into their arms. You rise to your feet and follow them as they lead you backstage.
“Alright, hot stuff,” Hongjoong says once you’re hidden behind the curtain. “Excuse my manners, I forgot to ask for your name.”
“I’m Y/N.”
“Here,” Mingi directs you to sit down on the chair conveniently placed at the center of the stage. He stands to your left, hovering over you as Hongjoong leans in on the right side.
“Just gotta confirm before the show starts, do we have your consent to touch you on stage?” Mingi questions an inch away from your heated face.
“Yes,” You nod, giving them permission.
“That’s a good girl,” Mingi whispers in your ear. Before you have time to react, the curtains sweep open, and bright lights flood the stage, momentarily blinding you. Over the rush of excitement, you can hear your friends cheering wildly from their table.
The two explode onto the stage with electrifying energy, their movements sharp, fluid, and in perfect sync with the pounding beats. A few backup dancers join behind where you are seated. They’re all dressed in neon, complementing the trendy punk looks of Mingi and Hongjoong.
The stage vibrates with power as they hit every beat with precision, seamlessly blending their different styles together.
“How’s everyone doing tonight,” SpankMaster (Hongjoong) grins, swaying his hips to the beat as he struts down the catwalk of the stage. He poses at the end, teasing all the women in the room as he slowly lifts a corner of his tank top.
He drops the fabric and wags a finger, “Not quite yet, I wanna hear you scream for it.” The crowd erupts, giving him exactly what he demands and he chuckles.
“That’s good, very good actually,” he praises. “SlickNasty, you think you can help me out?”
Mingi saunters over until he’s behind Hongjoong, resting his hands on his friend’s shoulders before running them down his chest. He bunches the thin fabric between his fingers and tears Hongjoong’s shirt right down the middle, leaving the shreds to fall onto the stage.
They turn around, gyrating their hips to the beat and in sync with one another, before walking back over to where you are seated.
“Ready to have some fun?” Mingi’s breath tickles your neck as he straddles your lap. He hovers above you before crossing his arms and slowly lifting his shirt off next, tossing it somewhere offstage where two women fight over it.
As Mingi dances, his gaze remains fixed on yours, an unspoken connection pulsing between you both with every move. The music echoes around you, but it's the intensity of his eyes that holds your attention, drawing you in deeper.
Even as his body twists and sways in rhythm, he never breaks eye contact, as if the entire room has faded away and it's just the two of you in this moment. Each glance feels deliberate, filled with a mix of arrogance and something darker that keeps you locked in, unable to look away.
The rest of the song is a blur of skin and muscles. Every roll of Mingi’s hips has your insides burning more and more. The air is thick and heavy, like the calm before a storm. And boy, do you want it him to rain down on you.
His movements overflow with unspoken words, and tension hums beneath the surface. It’s electric and suffocating, as if any moment could tip the scales and send everything spiraling out of control. That thought pools heat between your thighs.
Hongjoong saunters back over toward you, pausing to tap Mingi on the shoulder. It’s their signal to one another, and they switch positions effortlessly.
Mingi returns to the front of the stage, dancing energetically while engaging with the crowd, drawing them in with his cocky presence.
Hongjoong has a sideways grin on his face as he pulls you to your feet. “Show me your moves, hot stuff," he teases with a grin, twirling you around with effortless grace. As the spin ends, he slides down your side, fluidly and playfully, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of the music.
Swaying your hips against his, you raise an arm to your hair to release the claw clip currently holding it up. Tossing your head back, you let the curls bounce around you as move to the beat. Your friends’ screams fade into the background as you lose yourself in the moment.
Mingi watches you, his eyes all dark and broody. He’s entranced, stuck under your spell as you grind against his best friend. His eyes lock with Hongjoong’s and they share a silent exchange, and with a quick nod, agree on the matter.
Your moment is suddenly interrupted when the crowd erupts into chaos, the lights dimming, and then it dawns on you. Their set is over. This is over. Damn.
The backup performers step out from the shadows and down into the crowd, pulling fellow show-goers to the open dance floor. The DJ picks up the tempo as more and more people leave their seats to join in on the fun, including your friends who are dancing with a few hotties themselves.
The curtains shut dramatically again, closing you off from the outside world.
“Follow me,” A stagehand says, grabbing your attention and directing you backstage with SpankMaster and SlickNasty.
“Um…What now?” you ask nervously as the two look at each other knowingly. “I should-uh. I should head back, right?” You awkwardly point to the front of the venue.
“Well, now you have a decision to make,” Hongjoong smirks. “You can go back to your friends…”
“Or you can stay here with us,” Mingi finishes, cracking open the door to his dressing room, inviting you to join them.
Your gaze travels back and forth between the two. Half of you knows better than to pretend like you don’t know what will happen if you go in there. But the other half of you is dying to find out if you’re right. It is your last night of freedom, how can you turn down this chance?
“Do you trust us?” Mingi asks, pulling you from your battling thoughts.
“Yes.”
Your stomach twists in anticipation as they shut the door behind you, and with a decisive click, you’re locked inside.
Mingi is the first to touch you, his large hands wrapping around your bare waist, pulling your backside up against his front. Those same hands slide up to your breasts, kneading them lightly at first. You moan, reaching backward to clutch his strong thighs, your nails digging into them as his grip tightens.
“You’re gonna be a fun one, aren’t you,” Mingi chuckles in your ear, nipping at it gently before pulling away from you. He joins Hongjoong who’s sitting on the black couch, waiting.
“Last chance to leave, sweetheart,” Hongjoong warns, tapping the space between him and Mingi. Your legs move before your mind and heart even catch up to what you truly want, what you crave.
You should be running back to your friends, and yet, you sit.
“Good girl,” Hongjoong murmurs before crashing his lips against yours. His tongue tickles the corner of your lips, demanding to be let inside.
Simultaneously, Mingi works to undo your pants. You lift your hips, giving him space to drag the fabric down your hips, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
“Damn, baby,” he groans, looking at your damp panties. “Look how worked up you already are. Spread your legs for us. Let us see how wet you are.”
You comply and are kindly rewarded when Mingi’s fingers pull your panties to the side. Sucking in a sharp breath, your head falls back as he spreads your dewy folds open with his digits.
“Is the fact that I’m fingering you while my best friend watches getting you all worked up?” he questions devilishly, already knowing the answer. Your face twists in pleasure with every curl of his fingers.
Mingi’s other hand wraps around your hair, pulling your mouth to his. He sucks in your bottom lip, surprising you when he bites down.
Hongjoong sucks on your exposed neck, then hovers above the spot he created, pleased with the purplish spot already growing. One of his hands dips down between your legs, meeting Mingi’s as he adds another two fingers inside you.
“This pretty little cunt’s gotta get stretched out if she’s gonna take both of us. Do you want that?” Hongjoong asks, his voice all husky.
“Yes,” you breathe shakily, “I want that so bad.”
Their fingers quicken, pumping in perfect sync, each thrust inward hits that sweet spot that has you dancing dangerously close to the edge.
“Please, please!” you cry out, begging for release.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Let us hear those pretty moans,” Hongjoong praises.
Your body inevitably tenses as shockwaves rush through your body, pleasure pulsating head to toe as your insides contract around their slowing fingers.
Mingi tilts his head and grins. “Are you ready?” he asks as you’re catching your breath.
Before the words ‘for what’ even have time to register in your brain, he moves from his spot next to you and kneels between your legs. Swiftly placing his hands behind your knees, he yanks you forward. “I know what to do to make this kitty purrrrrr,” he rolls his tongue, “Are you ready to find out why they call me SlickNasty?”
“God, yes,” you plead as he rips your useless panties off, throwing the remaining fabric elsewhere.
Mingi delves into your soaked center, and he moans deliciously, loving your sweet taste. The one thing he loves most in the world is pleasing a woman with his tongue; the satisfaction he gets is unmatchable.
His tongue licks up your slit, circling the sensitive nub several times, making your legs shake and his length stiffen.
“Such a good slut. Look at you, trying to fuck my tongue,” Mingi rasps as you push back against his mouth.
You’re a moaning mess, frozen in pleasure, and Hongjoong takes the opportunity to untie the back of your top. He tosses it aside with the rest of the clothing that is quickly disappearing.
He sucks one of your velvety peaks into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth before sucking to alleviate the pain.
Hongjoong massages your other breast with his hand while his mouth continues its beautiful assault on your hardening point. He releases his lips only briefly, blowing air over your wet mound, before swapping to the other side.
“Fuck, I need more,” you beg, arching your back off the couch.
As if they know that you’re on the precipice of coming again, the two men work harder; Mingi’s tongue lapping your folds as his nose rubs against your sensitive clit, Hongjoong’s teeth tugging on your nipple.
A moan tears through you, your body convulsing as your second orgasm courses through your veins.
Without giving you time to come down from your high, Mingi flips your body over in one quick movement, leaving you on your hands and knees. He stands at the end of the couch, shoving his leather pants down and freeing his cock.
Your mouth waters as you take in the size of him. Something reflects in the light, and your eyes quickly land on his tip. It’s pierced, with two bars crossing over each other, creating the perfect ‘X’ marks the spot.
“Open wide for me, pretty girl,” he says, quickly shoving his length into your stunned mouth. He’s hot and heavy, just his tip alone fills your mouth. You stretch your jaw, opening as wide as you can to take in more of him.
Something feral inside Mingi switches when he notices his cock creating a bulge in your throat. He growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold your head steady while he watches it move as he does.
Hongjoong undresses behind you, quickly finding his place at your backside. He takes a moment to enjoy your ass from this angle, gazing unapologetically before raising a hand to slap the perfectly untouched skin.
Your flesh jiggles from the impact, and he rubs the area to relieve the stinging. He admires the redness growing across your cheeks as he spanks you again and again.
You moan, vibrating around Mingi’s cock.
“I think she likes that, what do you think Hongjoong?” Mingi says through gritted teeth.
“I know something she’ll like even more,” Hongjoong answers before slamming his thick length into your heat.
“Oh yeah,” he practically purrs, loving the way you take all of him. With every hard thrust from Hongjoong, you choke around Mingi’s cock.
Mingi wipes the drool dripping down from your chin before gripping your jaw, “You’re just a toy that’s meant to be stuffed from both ends, isn’t that right?”
You nod as much as you are able with his length still shoved deep down your throat.
“Such a good toy,” Hongjoong compliments, awarding your ass with another hard smack. Your nails dig into the arm of the couch to keep from falling over.
Holy fuck.
Mingi’s cock twitches, but he holds back. He’s got other plans on where his cum will be spilling tonight. He makes eye contact with Hongjoong, and they share the same thought as he slips out of your wrecked mouth.
You mewl at the loss of contact when Hongjoong also pulls out. But before you have time to ask questions, Mingi lifts you and carries you over to his vanity, gently setting you down against the cool marble countertop.
Hongjoong’s eyes land on something white and silky on the floor; he smirks at his finding.
Perfect, he thinks, grabbing it from the ground and twisting it in his hands as he saunters over toward you. Your mind registers that it’s your ‘bride’ sash.
“Hold your wrists out.” You do as you're told, and he ties it around them. He lifts your joined hands over your head, pinning them in place. “Will you keep them there?” he asks.
“Yes,” you whisper, keeping them lifted when he removes his hands.
Your eyes wash across both men’s bodies, their cocks resting up against their abs. It’s the best sight in the world.
They look to you for approval as they line their cocks lined up with your center. You nod repeatedly, silently begging them to fuck you already.
Slowly, they both push into your needy cunt. You feel the cool metal of Mingi’s piercing glide against your inner walls as they sink into you.
Mingi tosses his head back once he’s pushed to the hilt; the position shows off his tense neck veins.
Meanwhile, Hongjoong hisses as his body goes rigid. Taking in a couple of deep breaths, he regains his composure and turns his head toward Mingi, giving a slight nod to say it’s go-time.
You scream out when they pull back, slamming back into you before you even have time to register. Pain mixed with pleasure at the stretch you out.
“You can take it, I know you can,” Hongjoong says, his hand gripping your waist.
“So fucking tight,” Mingi groans.
Your eyes land on your lower stomach, where you can see their cocks practically rearranging your insides. Moaning as you watch the bulge move in and up and down motion, your arms momentarily fall while distracted.
Hongjoong growls, grabbing your bound wrists and slamming them back up against the wall. His thrusts get slightly sporadic, getting closer to his own release.
Your body glistens with sweat, and Mingi is entranced by your perfect tits with perky nipples bouncing in circles as they hammer into you.
You hook your legs around both men, crying out when Hongjoong pinches your clit.
“Come. Now.”
Mingi’s demand has your mouth watering from the sheer dominance laced in his voice. Your eyes flutter as your face twists, accepting your fate as you succumb to orgasm number three.
Hongjoong grunts as your walls tighten around both cocks. His eyes roll back as he releases his creamy load into you. He shudders, pulling out of you and watching some of his cum drips onto the floor below.
Mingi growls after Hongjoong steps back, lifting one of your legs as he pounds into you one, two, three more times until his cum shoots through your soft folds.
You’re perfectly content and ruined, unable to move.
“Didn’t I say that would be fun?” Mingi says after noticing your blissfully fucked face. He leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before stepping back to clean himself.
When he returns, you’re about to reach for one of the tissues he has in hand when you’re quickly stopped by Hongjoong.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He shakes a finger, before putting two between your legs, stuffing their creamy mixture back up into your heat.
“That’s for later, when you’re missing us,” he winks, handing you your pants to slip on while Mingi reaches for your top.
“So, you better get back to your friends,” Mingi says, stepping back after he helps you into your shirt. “We don’t want them to think you got lost for good.”
Hongjoong taps you on the ass lightly as you’re led to the door, “Goodbye, hot stuff.” He smirks. “Good luck with the wedding.”
…Oh yeah…
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› pairings: joshua hong x female reader
› genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+)
› aus: nba player joshua, playboy joshua, love affair
› word count: 8k
› 🎧: take you down – yugyeom | do me right – gemini | pushin' n pullin' – red velvet | middle of the night – monsta x | 100 ways – jackson wang | dumb – i.m | guilty – taemin
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› warnings: slight hurt/comfort, toxic vibes, reader is married, body worshipping, oral sex, pussy drunk shua, soft-dom joshua, oblivious pining, love making, unprotected p in v sex, lotus position, a bit of cockwarming, creampie, reader is on the pill, joshua is kind of a jerk but sweet in some way, pet names: baby (hers)
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pushing and pulling
The elliptical beeped softly as Joshua forced it to a stop. He kept his breathing steady, but he couldn't ignore the impulsive need to wipe the sweat off his face.
He looked closely at his progress. Feeling content, he climbed down, wiped the machine and walked away to finally commence his general training.
The gym was particularly deserted. As expected from a Friday afternoon. Joshua had just finished warming up and moved to do some bench presses. It was his usual Friday routine, except he mostly went during the mornings.
But last night he couldn't sleep. And he didn't have any plans for the rest of the night, so, the gym it is.
He kept the music in his earphones at a high volume to drown out the music blasting from the gym's fancy sound system and the lonely goers who were working on the other weight machines.
Why do they have to let the weights drop that loud? So noisy.
He kept pushing the bar up and then slowly pressed it back down with a controlled motion, letting strained exhales escape his mouth. It was one of his favorite exercises to do. He was lying back on the bench, and staring at the ceiling, listening to music—he could reflect like this.
Until he sat back up on the bench, having finished his rep, and stood up to look for something to clean up the bench after him. That was when he caught sight of you, in the far distance of the gym. You were using a treadmill, looking straight at your reflection in the mirror up front.
Maybe you just got to the gym, he thought from the look of you. Your well-kept hair was braided, there was no sweat on your face from what he could see and well, he hadn't seen you until now.
Joshua kept doing his exercises as normal. But he couldn't shake off the tight knot that had parked in his stomach since he saw you there.
In fact, every time you crossed his mind he felt that way. And he thought of you constantly. He replayed over and over in his head the memory of the events that led you to the first time you kissed him.
It had been a rushed, heated kiss—but everything that happened before it took its time. At every chance, when you crossed paths, you'd sent him glances that, at first, obfuscated him a little.
Until one night, at a private event. After many suggestive looks exchanged between Joshua and you, in a perfect moment, your husband was out of the way and you got Joshua to follow you down a fire exit. One thing led to the other.
He didn't know you went to the same gym as him—though it could be something he expected since everyone on his team used it. It was quite the exclusive place.
He kept checking on you every now and then. It seemed that you were just running because half an hour passed and you hadn’t left your spot.
That's how he slowly gathered the little details about you, the bags under your eyes, the sad look on the features of your face.
So he kept to his regular training—working his lats, his triceps, biceps and then finishing with abs. Push and pull kinda day. It was supposed to be only pull but well, what gives.
Joshua moved from the last machine, cleaned it off, threw the towel away and walked towards the locker-rooms. Thinking of getting a shower, grabbing his stuff and heading home. Maybe drink a beer and hopefully, sleep.
"What are you doing here?"
Joshua removed his earphones. You had cornered him almost as if you had planned it, and possibly did. He looked over his shoulder as a precaution, the hall was empty.
"What are you doing here?" you repeated, your tone anxious and shifty eyes roaming all over him.
"Baking a cake," he responded nonchalantly.
"Tsk, fine," you scoffed and looked the other way.
Joshua paused and took consideration over what he saw in you, the stale, emotionless about you. Unusual. The features of your face looked torn, instead of the usual kindness he usually saw in them. He confirmed his suspicions that you weren’t sleeping well either when he saw the darkness under your eyes, and the paleness that stole the color from your lips.
Even with that dead look in your eye, Joshua was convinced that you were the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. Although all you and Joshua ever did was throw snarky comments at each other, sometimes while fucking, even then, he always thought you were sweet and cute.
"How about we start over?"
"What?"
"Hi?" Joshua joked. "How are you? No?"
"Josh," you sighed and took a hand to your forehead, where your fingers rubbed your frown tiredly. "Sorry, you know what, you're right. I'm being a little on edge."
Joshua couldn't blame you for that. In fact, he felt like he might be the only person in the world that would understand what you're going through.
He leaned in, his doe eyes reading you carefully. "Do you need to talk?" he asked, his voice devoid of all snarkiness. It was his usual tone, honeyed.
You raised your eyes at him, glinting in such a way that it only made the knot in his stomach twist harder. "Yeah, I–," you choked up. "I... uh..."
"Did you come here by car?" he promptly asked and he saw the spark in your eyes change. Excitement, fear, as if the answers you desired so greatly were all found in him, in that question.
"I walked," you frowned softly. "Why?"
Joshua dug on the inside of his sweats and pulled out the key to his car. "Black Audi A8," he instructed: "Wait for me inside. I'll take no more than 10 minutes."
You pocketed the key in your gym bag quickly. "What are you going to do?"
"Take a shower," he said and started to turn to walk down the hall. "See you there."
Joshua closed the door of his car, settling on the seat.
You handed him the key to his car. "Hi," you mumbled shamefully.
"That's better," he joked, taking the key and thrusting it into the ignition. He drove away from the underground parking lot. As soon as he was within the vicinity of his place and the silence had turned somewhat unpleasant, he sent you a glance. "It's been a while."
You had been keeping your head turned to the side. But you nodded, and you met his brief gaze. "Yeah I've... been busy."
Joshua kept his comments to himself from that point. His mind had started reeling instead. He parked on his spot and as soon as he turned the engine off, he opened the glove compartment, pulling out a cap.
"Here," he offered you the cap.
"Are you serious?" you asked, sending him a bewildered look.
"Listen, I'm not risking someone seeing you here with me and start asking questions," he emphasized those words, knowing what value they had to them.
Because he was the nation's favorite playboy. The one who’s got the eyes and heart of the media. The heartthrob. Ever since his career skyrocketed, this fame, this persona, it had been following him close by like a shadow.
Though all a lie, it seemingly had fooled you too.
"Fine," you said, taking the cap, which was his team's merch, putting it on with a huff. Then you mumbled with dry sarcasm: "How do I look?"
"Pretty, as always," he smirked and pushed the door to get out of his car.
You followed him inside the elevator, down a hall and into his apartment.
"I would've assumed we'd reach the penthouse," you quipped as soon as you were inside.
Joshua turned the first lamp in the corner of the living room. The curtains were drawn wide open, letting in the view of the skylight. He snickered as an attempt to deflect from the constant judgment of his character.
"Why is that?" he asked with a low tone and motioned you over with one of his large hands.
"I dunno," you mumbled and walked over to the fancy large couch. "May I?"
"Of course," he replied and went over to the open kitchen to open the cabinet, grabbing two short glasses. "Drink?"
"Sure, uh," you breathed out shakily. "I only assumed that you'd be like the rest of 'em, you know. Showy, living on the top of the highest building, throwing out money wherever you go."
"Pff," he scoffed, throwing some cubes of ice into each glass. "You've known me long enough to know that's not my style."
That comment seemed to rattle you a bit. You stilled in your seat and when Joshua offered you the glass of whisky, you stared at the ice cubes for a moment.
Joshua was your husband's best friend. You have been part of each other's lives for long enough to know that his lavish lifestyle was nothing compared to the one of your husband's.
But Joshua is nothing like your husband.
Jake, your husband, is the one that the media loves. He is the golden boy, team captain, the one with the most deals, money and fame. The guy who gets all the recognition for being such a good husband.
"Jake is cheating on me," you breathed, letting those words out for the first time since you found out. They hit you like a punch in the gut, and your eyes instantly brimmed with tears of shame, guilt and regret.
Joshua was still standing between the couch and the coffee table, right in front of you. So he sat down by your side, leaving his drink beside yours, not quite looking in your eye as he sighed.
"I know."
Of all the reactions you were expecting, all the scenarios you ran in your mind, you never thought that he would say that.
Because he was your secret.
"How long have you known?" you demanded with a strangled tone.
He turned his head to look at you now, your gazes met and he decided to take a large gulp of his whisky before replying: "Ever since he slept with the first girl."
"Then you've known for..."
"Does it matter?"
Your eyes stopped shifting from side to side, the frantic train of thoughts slowed down. "Yes," you said slowly. "How come you've never told me?"
"I was going to but," he exhaled softly. "You sought me out before I could."
"So you were fine with us fucking and never acknowledging it?" you were quick to put two and two but then, "Why?"
"I thought that was what you needed."
"Joshua..." you whispered. "Why? Are you okay with–, why would you never say something about it?"
"I'm okay with whatever you want me to be," he muttered, looking straight into your eyes now. "I knew you needed me, you didn't need to tell me why. I knew."
"So all this time, when you've taunted me about it, to tell him... was it all just for fun? To get yourself off, to make yourself feel better–"
"To play my part," he sighed and went for another gulp of whisky and when you didn't say anything, he elaborated: "Famous playboy. Isn't that the reason why you went to me?"
You looked away in shame. "You're also his best friend. I figured the more excitement you'd get the less I would have to explain," It was your turn to drink from your glass, which you did so slowly.
"Was."
Your stomach dropped. Something in you had worked that out already, but you needed to hear the confirmation from him.
"What?"
Joshua took the glass between his lips, pouring the gold liquid down his throat. "Soon as he started boasting about it. I went low contact," he paused, the glass still lingering in front of his mouth before adding with a hint of disdain: "The dumbass hasn't even realized that I don't want to talk to him."
He looked at you with caution, expecting to see you crying, showing some emotion. Instead, you were mindlessly staring at the ice cubes sitting at the bottom of the now empty whisky glass.
"How did you find out, anyway?" he risked asking, trying to keep your attention still. He felt like you slipping away in your thoughts was dangerous.
"He stopped paying attention to me completely, he even recoils from my touch," you mumbled and your lip quivered a little. "So I started suspecting."
A silence followed and as the seconds went on, Joshua started getting anxious.
You licked your lips, raising your eyes and finding his. "He keeps things from the girls he sleeps with inside a box," you rasped out dryly. "Lingerie, earrings, hair ties... I'm also sure he's taken them to the house."
"Jesus," he hissed, downing the rest of the liquid to discard the glass on the coffee table and rubbing his hands on his face, trying not to succumb to the overwhelming rage he was feeling. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm not sure if he either wanted me to find it or he's too stupid to actually keep it well hidden," you sighed. "It's driving me crazy these days."
"Do you have a plan? Do you know what you'll do?" he asked, trying with all his might to derive his attention back to you.
"I have nothing," you whispered.
"Does he know you went out tonight?"
"Jake's not in town. He flew out to visit his family and friends," you rolled your eyes and scoffed.
Joshua didn't need proof to know that was a blatant lie. And it seemed that you knew it too.
You finally set back the empty glass on the coffee table and let out a tired sigh.
"Can I ask you something?" you muttered with a tiny voice.
Joshua knew what was coming. So he relaxed on the back of the couch, shifting one leg over the seat to sit facing your body. He even propped an elbow on the headrest of the couch to lean his head on his fist.
"Shoot," he mumbled.
"Why are you doing this?" you glanced at him shyly. "You said that you no longer speak to Jake, but you pressure me to tell him either way. Are you–," you choked up again, but now due to your nervousness you started blurting: "Why do this, why agree to have an affair with me?"
"At the beginning, I felt sorry for you," he said reluctantly, feeling ashamed of himself as he looked away briefly. "You looked lonely. And I knew why. So."
"That still doesn't answer my question," you whispered, trying to read his doe eyes under the soft glow of the lamps.
He leaned his head on one side, reading the expression on your face. Your features had relaxed, no longer containing the anxiousness from before.
"Is it not obvious?" he asked back and felt his own heart race slightly, he paused and decided to say: "I'm also lonely."
You made no inquiry about the alleged rumors, everything that the media says about the women who keep coming and going in his life. But he hoped that you would catch onto slowly that it was all an act created by the media to attract people in. And he was their puppet.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" he returned, blinking slowly at you, unable to look at anything else but your face.
"Shoot," you echoed with a shadow of a smile.
"Do you still love him?"
You held your breath and avoided his gaze again. "No," you blurted out, guilt washing over you. "I haven't for a while. Thought that much was evident, though."
"I needed to know," he replied, feeling a light rush of ecstasy run through him upon hearing your answer.
You smiled, but there was no happiness to that smile. It was sad, and had bitterness written all over it. Joshua had to understand then that you lost a good chunk of your life when your husband decided to sleep around recklessly.
But besides the empathy he felt for you, he was livid. He wasn't a man to endorse violence, but he couldn't deny the fact that he has had to contain himself several times before when your husband was boasting about his affairs.
"Hey," Joshua whispered, running the back of his index finger on your cheek. "I'm sorry you're going through this. I really am."
Your brow furrowed a little and your eyes widened, making you look a little lost. "Thank you, Joshua. I'm sorry this probably wasn't the way you wanted your Friday night to go."
"I had no plans for tonight," he explained, blinking slowly at you, an endearing look in his eyes.
"What would a regular night look like for you anyway?" you asked, leaning back on the couch, looking at him with curiosity.
"You're looking at it," he shrugged with ease and nodded. "Minus you being here, of course."
"Be serious," you scoffed at him.
"I am," he rolled his eyes with feigned annoyance. Joshua only kept his playboy image by flirting around. every once in a while, he would take a pretty model or actress to dinner.
You seemed to ponder for a second, without tearing your eyes from his face. "Well, you not being what the world says about you is definitely something I didn't expect," you confessed.
It was Joshua's turn to smile bitterly. "Yeah, who would've thought that the real playboy was the team captain, right?"
Your husband was the team captain. You immediately flinched a little with the realization that your husband's whole public image of being the perfect man was tainted not only by himself.
"Too soon?" Joshua mumbled shamefully.
"No, it's okay," you replied and cleared your throat.
But Joshua could see the gears in your brain turning. He couldn't blame you, he knew the feeling too well. It robbed him of sleep and held his peace of mind hostage every day.
"I'm sorry for pulling you into all of this," you told him. Your eyes were sincere, dimming with some regret just before you looked away.
"Don't be," he muttered softly, putting a hand on your knee to bring you some comfort. "I wouldn't do this if I didn't want any of it."
The features of your face relaxed at that and you met his eyes again. Your pretty hand slid on top of his in a gesture of gratitude. Then a thought crossed your mind—it seemed a little crazy that in all of this mess, you'd find a friend.
Even if the lines of that friendship had become blurry.
Joshua turned the palm of his hand over, so he was properly holding your hand now. You gave him a gentle squeeze, a warm feeling flooding in your chest and that made you sigh.
Then without thinking too much, he took the cap off your head, pushing some hairs off your face with his free hand. You didn't care how tender his touch felt, you welcomed it.
"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked with a low honeyed voice.
You shook your head silently, your hand was still in his so you just took the liberty to play with his pretty fingers, lacing them with yours.
"No one is waiting for me there," you muttered with a tiny voice and Joshua felt your words punch him in the chest. He felt overwhelmed by the urge to make you feel better, to take the pain from you.
So he just let it overpower him.
His hand came up to cradle your cheek, driving your gaze back to his again. What he wasn't expecting is that you leaned your face against his touch, your free hand sliding on top of his and you closed your eyes.
He ran the pad of his thumb on your cheek, feeling your soft skin, then trailed to your lips, caressing them carefully until you opened your eyes again to find his.
You pressed your lips on the pad of his thumb. It wasn't a suggestive kiss, there was nothing in your eyes that meant that fiery need to which you had pulled him out the fire exit that first night he kissed you.
It was an affectionate kiss. But it only made him want more. He craved the softness, the tenderness, he needed you wholly.
So he took his shot, leaning in to rest his forehead on top of yours, the tip of his nose pushing against yours gently and he heard your breath hitch with a tiny moan as your lips brushed against his. He waited like this, waited for you to protest against this, to push him away.
But you gave in not a second later, pressing your soft lips against his own in a slow, tender kiss. You sobbed out some nervousness when you broke away, only to dive right in again with a deeper kiss, wet lips locking slowly, as if meeting each other again.
Joshua released your hand that was previously laced with his, using it to find your waist and pulled softly, motioning you closer. You understood what he meant without him having to break the kiss to say it.
So you sloppily moved your knees on the couch to sit on his lap, straddling him. Your hands cupped his face, now demanding a hungrier kiss from him, which he responded willingly with a low grunt that coiled in his throat.
The kiss suddenly came to a stop with a smacking sound. Heavy breathing filled his ears before he opened his eyes to see the light frown on your face, your eyes desperately reading his features.
"What are we doing, Joshua?" you asked. Your voice sounded shaky and breathless.
"Going with it," he replied, heart pounding against his chest.
"But, after this. Where are we going with all of this?" you demanded and he knew you needed to get ahead of this. You were hurt and probably weren't looking to be hurt again.
Joshua squeezed your arm gently. "Wherever you want it to," he replied sincerely, his doe eyes looking up at you.
"Josh," a question formed on your lips, but then you leaned in to meet his lips with your own.
"Mm?" he responded, the soft lines between his eyebrows seemed to mark a little.
"Just..." you shook your head slightly and swallowed hard, thinking of the warmth in his hands parked in the small of your back.
Joshua understood the restlessness, the danger that you were putting yourself in by being with him like this. He felt it too. But he also knew that you thought about him everyday, all the time. Just like he thought about you.
He blinked slowly at you, with a warmth and homeliness that swept through him. "What do you want?" he asked.
You paused, seemingly absorbed by the question for a second. It was the first time in a long time that someone asked you that—it had been a while since you took into consideration what you wanted, too.
When you started this, you thought that having an affair with Joshua was a form of revenge. To get back at your husband for betraying you. But it slowly became something you couldn't stop, you became greedy about it.
Now, you weren't sure if greed was the only thing that you felt.
"I want you," you whispered, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through your body upon confessing it. "I don't care how. I just know that I do. I think about you every day and it's driving me crazy."
Joshua's heart pounded frantically against his chest, his eyes reading your face, trying to gather every detail in your features. He knew it already, but hearing you say it sent him into a frenzy. Nothing else mattered anymore.
His hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss, lips sealing yours with a passion he didn't know he had inside him. He blindly searched for the scrunchie that secured your braid and pulled it, freeing your hair with a groan.
You shuddered when his fingers sank in your hair, grazing your scalp, holding a fistful to keep you in place as he kissed you hungrily, his plump lips exploring yours.
It was the first time he kissed you like this, without the haste or the snark. There was no fear of getting caught, no need to rush anything.
"Stay the night with me," Joshua whispered into your lips, feeling his breath catch under a surge of emotions.
"Okay," you whispered back without hesitation.
"Please," he added.
"I'll stay the night," you reassured him.
"Okay," he settled, pulling you into his arms, wrapping you as he kissed your lips hungrily, a soft moan spilling into your mouth when your hands cupped the back of his head.
Joshua felt torn between the need to do things slowly, he hadn't had the chance before to have you like this. Every time he's had the opportunity to kiss you or to have sex with you it's been in lonely corridors.
He didn't want to think about whether he would ever have you here like this again. He didn't want to think of the future and that made him irrational, careless.
Blindly searching for the hem of your clothes, he broke the kiss only to start undressing you. You raised your arms when he got rid of your hoodie you didn't see where it was thrown, Joshua was on your lips again, kissing you with urgency.
"Joshua," you muffled in his mouth. "Let's go to your room."
He nodded and wordlessly motioned you to stand up from his lap, fumbling for your hand to lead you down a dimly lit hall and pushed a door open, turning on the lights to the bedroom.
The room seemed dark upon first glance, the gray bedding contrasting only with the white pillows and the dim lighting of the overhead lamps. To your surprise, the scent of cinnamon hung in the air like a vague memory. As if a candle had been lit moments before you left the apartment to work out at the gym.
Joshua tugged at your arm, pulling you to his body so that he could wrap his arms around your body, leaning his head down to capture your lips with his own with a clumsy kiss as he walked you backwards until the back of your knees touched the edge of his bed.
"Sit down," he instructed softly. "Let me take care of you, yeah?"
Your breath hitched slightly, as your body began to heat up as soon as you sat down on his bed.
In one motion he pulled off his sweatshirt, exposing his bare torso. He had minor bruises and scratches on his sides and chest, but you knew it was normal, either from training or from how easily his skin bruised. Or both. While some looked old and faint, other bruises looked black and blue.
With little care for taking his time, he removed your clothes, he wanted you bare as soon as he could so he could finally see you. All the times he has been with you like this, all the times he's had sex with you have been fully clothed.
So when you laid in his bed, wholly naked below him, he sighed out his delight over you. He pressed a knee on the edge of the mattress, placing his hands at each side of your head to lean over your body.
He hummed as he pressed kisses in your lips, once, twice. "You're so beautiful," he muttered in between as his lips moved in yours seamlessly, melting into a more demanding and passionate kiss.
Your eyes sparked with some amazement when he pulled back. He wondered if your husband ever said that to you, because you looked befuddled for a second.
"Yeah, you are," he muttered, a small smile crowning his pretty lips. "The prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"Josh," you chuckled warmly. "Don't go all sweet on me now."
"What, you thought I couldn't be anything but horrible to you?" he teased, kissing the apple of your cheek.
"I like the way you are," you confessed when his lips trailed down to the underside of your jaw, making you whimper a little when he placed an open kiss at the base of your throat.
"Yeah?" he muttered, ignoring the feeling shaking his heart. "Why?"
"Y-you're softer than you let on," you stammered, fingers trembling as you grazed his scalp to grab his hair. "You are kind and fun to be around. You're nothing like the world says about you."
"Mmn now who's going sweet on me," he teased, reaching down to kiss your tits, littering kisses all over, not trying to be sensual or to arouse you. He was simply exploring your body with his lips.
But it was quite obvious that you would become aroused. Your body responded by tensing up under his, your fingers clenching into fists, one gripping the bed covers, the other in his hair.
"Josh," you whimpered, when his tongue lapped around one of your nipples, now teasing it with the tip of his tongue, tasting your skin with a delightful groan.
While he did the same to your other nipple, his hand cupped your breast fully, his fingers gently digging into your soft skin, licking your nipple, his tongue swirling around it. His lips wrapped around your hardened nipple and suckled at it slightly.
"Fuck," you breathed, your thighs clenching when a sharp arousing feeling shot through your body.
Joshua hummed softly, detaching his mouth from your nipple with a soft smacking sound and moved to plant a soft kiss on your lower lip. "Will you let me eat you out, baby?" he lifted a hand from the mattress to pinch your chin. "Mn?"
A hot wave sizzled beneath your skin in anticipation. "Yeah," you choked nervously. "Please do."
He smiled before diving in for another chaste kiss and climbed down the bed. His hands came up to grab your thighs from the underside of your knee and pulled your body down so your butt was aligned to the edge of the bed.
Joshua got down on his knees and you propped yourself on your elbows on the mattress to follow his movements, his hands motioning your legs to rest on his shoulders, holding your thighs to help you do so.
"You have the prettiest pussy," he sighed before pressing his lips on your pussy lips, right before lapping his tongue on your folds with a broad stroke, his hands gripping your thighs decisively.
You let your head hang back with a low cry of pleasure, sneaking one hand to grab at his hair again, holding for dear life. His tongue explored your cunt fully, not neglecting a single inch of skin, of your folds, drinking in your arousal.
Joshua darted a look at you. Your head was thrown back and your chest was heaving slightly, only to suck in a breath as his tongue slowly made its way up from your entrance to your clit.
"Oh, god," you gasped when he started pushing his tongue against your clit gently, teasing it first to get it to swell. The sizzling sensation beneath your skin only intensified, making you moan through clenched teeth.
A hand climbed up from your thigh and parked on your lower tummy, palm pressing back on your skin just as his tongue swirled around your clit in swift figure eight motions, unrelenting in their pace, perfectly drawing you closer to the edge.
You eased back on the mattress, biting your lip to focus on the flicking of his tongue on your clit, the way it made the muscles of your inner thighs twitch in response to the sweet teasing. "Joshua, 'm close," you sighed.
Joshua hummed in response, applying more pressure to his large hand on your lower tummy, his low moan vibrating against your sensitive bud.
You slowly fell apart, moaning his name loudly as your sweet orgasm sizzled beneath your skin, washing over you completely, making you tremble on his bed until you are half conscious.
"Joshua," you repeated his name over and over breathlessly. You had released his hair, laying languidly on the edge of his bed as you slowly came down from your high.
But Joshua wasn't done.
His tongue lapped between your folds, dipping into your entrance with a soft groan upon finding that your core throbbed for more. With a soft hum he returned to give your cunt a deep open kiss, making you flinch slightly.
"Josh, please," you breathed out. "I need you... right now."
You sat up clumsily just as he detached his mouth from your cunt, a shudder going through you when you saw the glistening wetness dripping from his mouth and chin, which he wiped with the back of his hand.
"Come here," you motioned when he stood up and you reached out to hook your fingers on the band of his gray sweats, looking up to his eyes as you pulled both his boxers and sweats down for him to step out of them.
You grabbed his cock with one hand, rolling your hand over to his bulbous head, smearing the precum gathering on his slit to give him a few pumps. You brought his tip to your mouth, giving him shy kitty licks before darting a look to his eyes.
His hand brushed your hair gently before cupping the side of your head. "I thought you needed me, baby," he teased and nodded his head to the bed. "Lie back."
You crawled backwards on his large bed and lied back at the same time that he crawled on top of your body, slotting himself between your thighs with a sigh.
"Let me be on top," you breathed, bumping the tip of your nose against his before kissing him. "Please?"
Joshua looked at you with some amusement written in his eyes, he thought of a snarky remark, to tease you before giving into your request. But instead of that, he nodded and rolled over.
"Sit up," you asked softly, moving on your knees to straddle him.
Joshua smiled and sat up, his hands immediately reaching out to grab your waist. "What are you doing, baby?" he chuckled breathily as you sat on top of him, clumsily wrapping your legs around him.
"Just let me do this," you said with a furrowed brow, scooting so that you could align your core to his cock, guiding with your hand before pushing your hips to sheathe him inside you with one thrust.
"God," he breathed out, the tone of his voice raw as his head dropped on your shoulder. "Fuck, baby."
"D'you like that?" you asked innocently, swaying your hips gently against his and biting back a moan over how good he felt stuffed inside you.
He slowly lifted his head to face you. "Yeah, baby," he sighed with an embarrassed smile as he added: "I missed you."
You shuddered upon hearing his confession. "I m-missed you too, Josh."
"Yeah?" he mouthed.
You nodded shyly. "All the time," you admitted.
You realized that you didn't have to go fast to achieve a high, you were just fine with rutting against his hips, feeling every inch of his cock sheathed inside your warmth. The pleasure written on his face was enough for you to stifle a moan, biting your lower lip.
His dark eyes glimmered under the soft glow of the overhead lights of his room, you saw his mouth part a little before he blinked and dropped his head in your chest, muffling a raw moan in your tits. His hands firmly placed on your ass, pressing down each time you sank down on him.
"Leave him," he muttered against your chest, leaving a trail of kisses leading to your heart.
"Joshua," you whispered, your hand slid up his nape, feeling his soft black hair.
"Leave him," he asked again, now lifting his head from your chest to lock eyes with you. "Please."
You thought of telling him all of the implications of that action alone. Because you've thought about it, you wanted to. You've thought about it countless times but there was always something in the way.
"I'll help you," he swallowed hard. "I'll protect you."
"Joshua," you insisted again. "Please, don't. I can't get you more involved."
Joshua let out a breathy laugh. "I think it's a little too late for that, baby," he said slowly, his eyes glinting with some emotion as you kept bouncing gently on top of him.
You read his face, the honesty in his eyes as he kept looking at you. "Are you sure?" you muttered, holding onto his shoulders with your hands to keep your pace steady.
But he held you through, guiding the sway of your hips with his pretty hands. He nodded with his head. "I've never been more sure about something."
A sharp pain twisted inside your chest, you shuddered and rested your forehead on top of his. "Why? What changed?" you whispered against your better judgment. But you needed this.
"I want to do this," he said, but that wasn't the whole truth.
"I don't want this to hurt you in any way," you muttered.
"Come on, baby," Joshua smiled softly at you, his hands sliding up the line of your back wrapping his arms around you. "Don't go all sweet on me."
"Please Joshua," you insisted, a slight tinge of urgency humming in your tone and you pulled your forehead back to see his face fully.
Joshua's mind began to reel. He considered two things, his most instinctive reaction was to lie and deflect the very evident truth (though not to you) that he was in love with you. The second one, and one that he wasn't too keen on, was to just tell you later.
His hands traveled down to your lower back, grabbing your hips to help you move on top of him with more urgency. He didn't need to finish, but he was hoping he would distract you.
You dug your heels into the soft covers to anchor yourself and started pushing against his hips purposefully. "Why now? Tell me," you whispered. And he saw it in your eyes, you were already suspecting.
"Stay with me," he replied, his voice low but full of certainty.
"I'm not going anywhere, I told you I'd stay," you replied, your sweet voice taking a tinge of concern.
He shook his head slightly. "I don't want you to leave," he said through a ragged sigh. "Stay with me."
He knew he was crossing a line, he was about to find out if you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
Your eyes remained on his, and he wished for a second to know what you were thinking. The rolling of your hips came to a stop and Joshua thought that you'd get up and leave. His heart vibrated against his chest frantically.
You gave him a slow nod with your head, it was almost a mechanical movement. Okay, you mouthed, okay.
"Yeah?" he whispered, his eyebrow arching slightly. He licked his lips before bringing a hand up to cup your chin and kissed your lower lip softly.
You nodded with eagerness now. "Yeah," you let out a soft laugh. "Why, where does this come from?" you asked.
"What do you mean?" he hummed, egging you to retake the movement of your hips, wanting to feel your tight walls sliding on him again.
You tilted your head back as Joshua moved his lips down your chin, trailing along the line of your jaw. And you let your eyes close to focus back to the motion of your hips, his hard cock on your fluttering walls and you moaned when his lips reached your throat.
"You were meant to be mine," he murmured against your skin. "He was introducing you to me, before everything."
Jake was supposed to introduce you to Joshua. But then he decided he wanted you for himself and you didn't meet Joshua until you were already dating your husband. And it was fine by him, he thought nothing of it at first.
But then he got to meet you.
"You are..." Joshua dipped his face on the crook of your neck, letting out a soft sigh against your skin. "You are the sweetest girl I've ever met."
His lips left an open kiss on your throat, making you squirm a little and moan. Your hand shifted from the back of his head to cup his cheek and you leaned your head, breathing erratically due to the movement of your hips on him.
"Leave him," he said again, but now you felt like you were losing him to a frenzied trance. His eyes were doing that thing again, glimmering under the soft lighting of the room.
"I will, I'll leave him," you hummed and your heart stuttered, breaking over the man that was looking at you like a lost puppy.
He moaned softly when you captured his lips with your own, his hands held your body, shifting to feel your skin, your back, your arms, until they parked at your thighs, kneading softly at the rhythm of the gentle sway of your hips.
"Joshua," you sighed a moan with some urgency.
Joshua turned your body over, pressing your back onto the mattress and slotting himself between your parted thighs to sink into your walls again with a loud groan from his part.
Now on top of you, he could do what he hadn't had the chance to until that moment. As he pulled his hips back, to then press against yours again, his cock dragging in and out of you, fucking you slowly, he could only think of one thing.
"Let me love you," he muttered with a raw tone, looking into your eyes, his hand met your cheek. "Be mine."
A sob coiled in your throat, making his eyes shift to your mouth and back to your eyes. He knew he had struck something in you, and he knew what you felt.
You gave him a fucked out nod, parting your mouth but no words came out.
"Mn? D'you want me to love you?" he asked with a honeyed purr, a smile stretching his pretty lips when you nodded again. "Are you mine?"
"Yeah, yeah," you whimpered between gasps he drew out with each thrust.
He grabbed your leg, hiking your knee up his shoulder to push deeper into you again with a loud cry of pleasure from your part, making tears gather on the corners of your eyes as he started sinking his cock in your walls again.
"I'm gonna love you," he gasped, the enunciation alone robbing him of air as he slowly pushed himself into a mad love surge for you.
Pleasure bloomed inside your body, inundating you with overwhelming waves, your mouth parted further and your brows knitted. The hand that wasn't holding onto him cupped his cheek, driving his gaze to yours.
"Are you gonna come, baby?" he hummed, enjoying the look on your face when you were close.
"Yeah," you gasped out lewdly, closing your eyes to welcome in the sweet wave of pleasure that shot through you briefly. "'m so close."
"Mmn, yeah baby? Gonna come with me?" he grunted, pushing his cock into your walls, his lip quivered slightly, letting out a raw moan through. "Want me to come inside you?"
"Yeah, please. Please, Josh," you whined pathetically, letting out a strangled moan as you slowly started to lose control, sweet pleasure washing over you, making your thighs shake. "Ohh god, mn, 'm gonna–'m–,"
"I know, I know, baby," he replied gently, feeling your walls clamping down around his cock, your warmth swallowing him, tipping him over the edge too. Joshua moaned in your mouth, spilling himself into you with deep hard thrusts.
"Joshua," you squirmed under the weight of his body as he fucked you through your long and sweet orgasm, making a mess on the bed covers.
With a couple of sloppy thrusts, he waited until you stopped shaking to ease your leg back to the mattress, carefully and pressed his chest against yours. He decided to remain quiet, relaxing into the gentle shock of confessing so much in a span of a couple of minutes.
But he just turned his head, bumping the tip of his nose against the underside of your jaw before pressing a kiss on your skin. Breathing tiredly under his weight you caressed his back with your hands, feeling his soft skin and you let out a soft hum.
"Should we... let's get cleaned up," you muttered after some time, breaking the peaceful silence.
The weight of his body between your legs had started to cause some discomfort around the joints of your hips, but even then you didn't want him to break away from you.
With heavy reluctance, Joshua peeled from your body, climbing off the bed and offered you his hand again to follow him down the hall and to the bathroom, where you washed.
"I can lend you some of my clothes," he offered quietly when you came back to his bedroom, wrapped in one of his bathrobes.
He finished putting on some black boxers when he raised his head and found you standing in front of his large bed. He sat down on one corner, reaching over to you and wrapped his long fingers around your wrist to motion you between his thighs.
"Are you feeling a bit better?" he asked, reading your face, he saw that the color had returned to your lips.
"Yeah, I am," you whispered, caressing his shoulder with the palm of your hand. "I'm a bit scared, Josh."
"I know," he admitted, brushing your damp hair with his fingers and tucking it behind your ear carefully. "But we can plan this together. You're not alone."
That made your glimmering eyes lock with his. It felt like a blow to your chest to come to grips that Joshua was willing to help you and even more so, that he loved you.
"Thank you, Joshua," you said, the knot coiling in your throat stealing your voice. "For everything."
Joshua just nodded silently, bringing your hand to his lips to press soft kisses in your knuckles. "Let's sleep, okay? We'll plan tomorrow."
You wore one of his t-shirts to sleep, wrapped in his manly scent and his gray bed sheets.
At the beginning, you laid facing each other at arm's length. He assumed that you needed space, as it was the first time you slept with him.
So he was beginning to prepare for another sleepless night, but this time he was looking at the subject of his unrest. Even if you were right there with him, the pressing matter of getting you out of your failing marriage by any means necessary was causing him worry.
It took him several seconds to realize that you were still awake. Your eyes were closed, but you slowly moved your body closer to his, until your face nestled into the warmth of his neck. Joshua sighed with a smile and that made you tilt your head back so you could see his face.
"Go to sleep, baby," you whispered, looking at him fondly. "We'll plan tomorrow."
At that moment, he wrapped his strong arms around you, giving you a slow, languid kiss that went on until he couldn't kiss you anymore, until his body begged him to rest.
Joshua doesn't know how he managed to fall asleep in your arms, he believes that it was the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat that served as the best lullaby he could ever ask for.
He wished for more nights like this with you, though he wasn't sure when that would be possible.
Nor of the consequences it would bring.
› a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble
but to answer your question @thatgirlfromwindsor: i think joshua is an ass man. yeah 🤔
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anyway now, i swear that next update will be city lights pt 8, i promise hehe
synopsis joshua’s biceps are a little distracting
pairing joshua x fem reader
genre fluff, kinda suggestive
word count 0.6k
hani’s notes i seriously have a crush on joshua guys help.
“shua…” you call out and he hums, focused on petting and cooing at the cat on his lap with a large hand. his hands just added fuel to the already intense fire caused by his biceps.
you mull it over, whether to tell him or not that his arms are distracting. an exasperated groan fills the room and joshua looks up at you, “what’s wrong?”
“you— i don’t know!” you shrug and sulk because of how you couldn’t even get out what you wanted to say.
you left it at that. never tried to tell him again. you just had to suck it up and control yourself whenever joshua wore a short sleeve shirt or worse — a tank top.
that wasn’t going to happen though, because you saw joshua doing certain things recently, very dangerous activities. those activities being:
1. washing the dishes
2. rummaging through the toolbox to find some sort of screwdriver
3. using his fucking dumbbells at home, in front of you
you don’t think you could go on any longer and thought to just straight up tell him. skirting around the topic was not helping because joshua wasn’t getting the hint about your struggles.
“josh, we should get you some long sleeve shirts," you say out of the blue, "can you just wear long sleeves?”
“long sleeves? what are you talking about?” his hand goes to squeeze his opposite bicep and the flesh bulges under his grip. you hope he doesn’t notice the way your eyes almost fall out of your sockets at the sight.
stumbling over your words at first, you finally exclaim out and point an accusing finger at his biceps, “because of this!”
he stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out your sudden frustration. air puffs out of his nose as he looks at your face, mirth all over his face, realising your avoidance over the past few days.
joshua grabs the wrist of the hand pointing at him and yanks you towards his body, “care to explain properly, princess?”
“um, i meant that you— no, not you…it’s the—” you sputter over your words, barely able to speak coherent sentences. joshua cuts you off and presses his lips to yours, soon moving in sync and with fervour.
as soon as he pulls away, your chasing after his sweet lips, whining quietly at the loss of contact. having joshua’s lips on yours sent you into another world. it’s the way he kisses, all soft and gentle at first (like the gentleman he is) before it becomes more intense, consuming your every thought.
“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, princess?”
“nothing…”
“you sure about that?”
“okay, to be honest, i blame you for this.”
“me?” joshua’s mouth falls open at your words, “what have i done?”
“this,” you pinch his upper arm, “i think i should cancel your gym membership.”
this time, his eyes widen and leans back from you, hands still on your waist.
“what?! but i like working out.” he puts on a glum face.
“it’s getting out of hand, shua, i can’t take it anymore.” you feign exhaustion and joshua grins at the way you place the back of your hand on your forehead.
“oh, princess,” he pokes your cheek, “if you revoke my gym rights, then who’s going to carry you to bed and f—”
your eyes widen, cheeks growing rosy and you slap a hand on his mouth, “watch it! someone might hear you.”
slowly removing your hand, joshua’s lips stretch into a smirk as he leans forward and whispers into your ear what he had intended on saying before he was stopped by you.
you wack his shoulder with a balled up fist and he pulls back with laughter spilling out of his mouth as if he’s just made the funniest joke on the whole planet. you let him have this one because his laugh heals you and you’d rather hear him laugh and let yourself be laughed at by him any day of the year.
but imagine nba famous playboy joshhhhua….it’s gonna be the death of meee and not the simp type
i mean... i don't judge you at all nonnie... this drabble had me feeling a little summin' 🥴🫠🫠
› pairings: joshua hong x female reader
› aus: literally what nonnie said, love affair
› genre: smut (18+)
› word count: 859
→ warnings under the cut!
› warnings: smut with nearly zero plot, joshua is a bit of a prick, unprotected sex, semi public sex, joshua can carry reader, reader is explicitly married (get a lawyer), toxic vibes, dirty talking, pet names: baby (hers)
› disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.
It is the third time that Joshua drags you to the nearest dark corridor where he can get you alone, he's sweaty after hours of practicing, but there's this energy vibrating out of him that you know all too well.
"Saw you looking at me," he breathes, caging you against the wall, his front pressing against you, each hand firmly placed at your sides.
"I wasn't," you replied in the same manner, quietly.
"It's the third time you come to practice under the false pretense that you want to watch him," he grazes his lips against yours tauntingly before whispering: "But you know it's me you wanna watch."
"You're such a prick," you say, but can't help but whimper a little when he presses his lips with yours, slowly.
"Does he know about us?" he queries, the words rushing out of his mouth. "Does he know about the last time you came to practice? how you couldn't wait to sneak right here to see me? To fuck me?"
"No, Josh, he obviously doesn't. Do you have a death wish?" you reply, squirming against his firm and warm body, trying to get as much friction as possible.
"Mmn, maybe," he smirks before kissing you properly this time.
You can't help but give into the kiss, cupping his face fully with the palms of your hands, not caring that his skin feels clammy. A small moan is muffled by his hot mouth on yours and then you hear a small sigh, the fucker is smiling, you realize.
"Shall we do this quick?" he grunts, pressing himself to your body so you notice the firm bulge beneath his training shorts.
"Yeah," you breathe.
As if we had another option, you thought bitterly.
"I see you're wearing a skirt this time," he notes with a grin.
"Thought it'd be easier," you reply before he gets you in his arms and can lean you in the wall.
Joshua's eyes get lost in your thighs when you hike up your skirt and move his shorts down to get his hard cock free. He's fully hard for you, the rosy brown cockhead dripping with precum by his slit, making your mouth water.
"Mmm, a little eager, are we?" he teases when you guide him to your entrance, moving your panties aside sloppily, all with the one hand.
"Shh," you hiss as his cockhead nudges your entrance and Joshua sighs at the discovery of your sopping wet cunt and he just pushes in, sheathing himself completely in your engulfing warmth.
"Fuck," he immediately groans, gritting his teeth as he starts moving with shallow thrusts at first.
"Joshua," you call in a breathy moan. "Faster, please."
"Shh," he echoes, dropping his forehead on your shoulder, pressing you completely against the wall, still fucking you at a tortuously slow pace.
"Please," you beg. "Please, I need it."
"Need what?" he grunts against the crook of your neck.
"You," you moan. "I need you."
"You fucking need me," he breathes, and you know that you're just inflating his ego. But goddamnit, it feels so good.
"Yeah," you parrot, trying to keep your moans hushed when he starts pushing his cock inside you deeper... and deeper. "Fuck, Joshua, just like that."
"Yeah?" he arches his eyebrows and for a moment you think he might be hypnotized, mouthing things against your lips, his eyes glazing over a little before he closing them with a swallowed grunt. "You like to be fucked hard, right baby?"
You nod frantically, unable to utter a word.
Joshua smirks again. "Is that why you come to me? Because I can fuck you right?"
The grip of his hands on your thighs tighten a bit before he slams into you with two hard thrusts, pushing your body against the cold wall, making you bite back a moan when you are made aware of just how wet you are on his cock.
"Yeah," you reply with a broken voice, your hands holding onto his compressing shirt for dear life. "Fuck–, Joshua, I'm almost there," you urge impatiently, your eyes watering over the pressure building between your legs.
The last thing you see before closing your eyes is Joshua's half smile, you feel him shift the grip on you, so now his hips are quite jackhammering on you. He drops his face flush against your clothed tits with a muffled and raw groan.
And then you feel it, the orgasm washing over you, the warmth in your walls making his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs and you know he's cumming with you because all you can hear above the buzzing in your ears is Joshua whispering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." over and over.
Joshua pushes his hips with shallow thrusts again, fucking his cum deep into you, his cock throbbing inside your walls and you're both breathless.
You can notice a vein protruding on his forehead from the exhaustion, but he leans over and gives you a feathery kiss on your lips. His tongue brushing slightly on your lower lip before he kisses you deeply, his cock still stuffed deep inside you.
"I think I do have a death wish."
the one in the middle in particular... the playboy vibes are there 👀🫠
↣ a/n: i'm sorry for taking so long to reply nonnie [nonnie dropped their req in my ask box on february 10], i wasn't sure how i would cover your req until today haha i'm so sorry 🥴
is it too noticeable that i can't write a drabble? yeah.
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member | coworker!joshua x f reader
genre | smut (18+ mdni)
word count | 1.7k
synopsis | all you need to make a boring afternoon at work more fun is a hot coworker and an insane amount of sexual tension.
warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, oral (joshua receiving), implied other sex positions, as usual joshua himself is a warning
notes | i wrote this on my phone while (you guessed it!) bored at work, sitting next to my (unfortunately not very hot) coworker. @onlymingyus is to blame for the creation of this and for making me suffer
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you're grateful to have the most boring job in the world.
the days when your supervisor has nothing for you to do are simultaneously the best and worst days of your job. on the one hand, you get to sit at your desk and get paid to scroll on your phone or read a book or listen to music or play solitaire on your computer. on the other hand... without anything to distract you, you're acutely aware of your hot coworker sitting at the desk right next to yours.
you can't help but steal glances at him, dark hair falling in his eyes as he stares down at the phone in his hand, furiously typing something. the barely audible sighs he lets out as he reclines in his chair, flexing his arms as he stretches out and giving you a split second view of his stomach when his shirt lifts up.
you can't help but wonder what he's doing on his phone to occupy his time, but you refuse to let your curiosity get the best of you. it'd be so easy to just turn your head and stare, but you're not going to let him have that satisfaction.
instead you take what you hope is a nonchalant sip of your drink, some fruity smoothie you grabbed from the cafe downstairs before your shift.
"you've got whipped cream on your nose," joshua says suddenly without looking up, his voice cutting through the silence of the office. the sound of the clock on the wall ticking away each uncomfortable second is the only thing keeping you going at this point, taunting you with the promise of a lunch break and some time to yourself to reset away from the thick tension hanging over the office.
your face flushes, quickly wiping your nose against your sleeve and mumbling a quiet "thanks" as he looks over at you. the room suddenly feels way too warm as his gaze follows your movements for a few seconds too long before he turns back to his own desk.
"you didn't bring a lunch today," he says without looking up from his phone again, all too casually considering the way he was eyeing you just moments ago. "planning on leaving early?"
"no. just left it at home," you rush to say, your voice coming out less confident than you'd like.
"you're welcome to join me," he grins, still looking down.
you squeeze your thighs together unconsciously, the idea of spending an hour alone with joshua sending your imagination into a frenzy. "sure," you manage, clearing your throat and trying to regain some semblance of control over yourself. "wanna take an early lunch? we've got nothing better to do."
he turns off his computer monitor with a skilled flick of his wrist, standing up to face you. "sure," he repeats, parroting your words back to you. you nearly start to melt at his full attention on you, but luckily he breaks the silence before you have a chance to embarrass yourself. "my car, or yours?"
"oh, i- i walk," you say, hurrying to turn off your computer and grab your bag, following him to the door. "i don't live too far."
he holds the office door open for you, ushering you out with a smile. "well, if you ever need a ride, you have my number. i'd be happy to be your chauffeur."
you're stunned into almost complete silence. yeah, you had his number from a work group chat, but you'd never tried to reach out. you were still surprised he even knew your name.
"your sweater is pretty, by the way," he comments as you cross the parking lot to his car, holding the passenger door open for you to slide in.
"thanks," you stumble over your words, still trying to convince yourself that you're not dreaming. your coworker that you maybe (definitely) have a crush on taking you to lunch, offering to give you rides, and he thinks your outfit is pretty?
"you seem nervous," he chuckles, pulling you out of your thoughts. "do i really fluster you that bad?"
"i'm not flustered," you argue, but the warmth in your cheeks betrays you. the february weather is still chilly, so you could easily blame it on the way joshua's car heater is turned up to the maximum, but you're pretty sure he knows better. "i'm just fine," you repeat, pursing your lips and staring out the front windshield.
silence fills the air again. he puts his hand on the back of your headrest, glancing over his shoulder as he turns around to back out of the parking lot. it's disgustingly hot and you can't help but stare, his arm so close to your face that you can see the veins bulging in his wrist.
"who are you texting when you're on your phone all the time?" you ask suddenly, a rush of boldness overtaking you. "girlfriend, maybe?" it's shamelessly, blatantly clear what you're asking, and joshua smirks knowingly.
"jeonghan," he says, glancing over at you and flashing his stupid dazzling smile at you as he pulls out of the driveway. "best friend. he keeps asking when i'm gonna take the pretty girl from work out on a date."
"and what did you tell him?" you say, trying to hide your eagerness to hear his answer.
"right now, if i'm lucky," he replies smoothly. he's so fucking good at this and somehow you don't hate it.
you fix your gaze outside the window, forcing yourself to look at anything but him. "well, you can tell him it worked," you reply, hoping he doesn't notice your embarrassment. you don't look over at him, but you already know he's wearing that smirk again.
the rest of the ride to the restaurant is quiet. but the uncomfortableness about the silence is gone, replaced with a tension so palpable you could cut through it with a knife.
but joshua doesn't need a knife; he slices through it easily with just a hand on your thigh. it sends shivers down your spine, and it takes every ounce of your restraint you have not to move. your skin is on fire as you cross your legs, hoping he doesn't notice how on edge you are. but of course he notices, the ever perceptive joshua knowing exactly the kind of heat that's running through your body.
you don't even know what restaurant he's taking you to— for all you know he could be taking you to his house to murder you, but frankly you don't give a shit as long as he keeps touching you. god, you haven't felt this needy in months, maybe even years, and he can probably tell, too.
but luckily for you it seems he's not a murderer, because soon he pulls into the parking lot of some restaurant you've heard the name of before but never cared to try. for midday on a tuesday the lot is surprisingly empty, but it seems to work out in your favor as joshua turns off the car and noticeably keeps his hand on your thigh, making no moves to unlock the door or get out.
you finally drag your gaze away from the window to meet his eyes, and the rest happens in a blur. you can barely keep your thoughts going in a straight line because oh his cock is so hard and he's trying to hide it but also not trying to hide it and why is it so big and please for the love of everything that is holy in this world let me get railed in this parking lot right now.
joshua says something that you won't remember later, something along the lines of "can we skip lunch and i'll eat you instead". or actually, maybe you're the one that said that because he starts unbuckling his belt with a grin, but he's going way too slow so you decide to help him by unzipping his pants for him. and holy shit yeah it's big, but you're so eager to take the entire thing down your throat that you barely even notice the tears filling your eyes and the way you gag on him.
what you definitely do notice are the strained groans he lets out as your tongue swirls around his cock and the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap before you grab his fingers and push them into your hair, urging him to adjust your head how he wants.
it's not long before his hands tug upwards on your hair instead, pulling you off his cock with a wet sound. you inhale a deep breath, pretty lips smeared with spit and precum and eyes wet with tears, and what you find when you finally look up at him is a shock but also the most satisfying feeling you've ever had in your life.
the only word you can think of to use to describe him is broken. his brows are knit tightly together, beads of sweat forming at his hairline as his chest heaves with shallow breaths. his normally perfect smile has vanished, nose scrunched and jawline slack.
it takes him a second to collect himself, blinking as you smile up at him proudly. "fuck-" he starts, his voice higher and shakier than you're used to hearing from him. "fuck, i'm so glad you said yes."
before you even have time to process his sentence he leans across the console and pulls you closer, crashing his lips against yours with a whine so desperate you can't tell which one of you made the sound. you can feel his tongue inside your mouth, eagerly tasting himself on your lips.
it doesn't take long for the both of you to fall into the backseat of his car, moans tangling together as he holds you against the window. with the speed and intensity he's fucking you with, if you were to venture a guess you'd say he's probably been waiting for this moment for months. but the pleasure is too overwhelming for you to dwell on it as he expertly draws orgasm after orgasm out of you, the restaurant you're currently outside of the farthest thing from you mind.
when you finally climb back over to the front seats, neither of you question it when you simultaneously pull out your phones to text your boss that you're taking the rest of the day off.
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Preview: "You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice dripping with arrogance as he resumes his relentless pace. "You like it when I fuck you so hard that even your anklet can't stay quiet." he refers to the charms from the anklet he made for you, making little noises continuously synchronized with his thrusts.
Warnings: Smut, hard slutty smutty hard awesome sex, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, degradation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, fingering, messy sex, sloppy, chocking, crying, aftercare, doggy style and etc.
Word Count: 3.7k
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Joshua, with his deft fingers and boundless imagination, had a passion for crafting bracelets. Be it beads or strings, he could weave magic with his hands, creating intricate designs that sparkled with personality.
Every day, Joshua would surprise you with a new bracelet, each one a unique masterpiece that told a story. He'd fill you with joy as he slipped it onto your wrist, his eyes gleaming with pride and love. From vibrant colors to delicate patterns, each bracelet was a reflection of his affection for you.
What made Joshua's gesture even more endearing was his knack for matching the bracelets to your outfits. No matter how last-minute your wardrobe choices were, he always managed to craft a bracelet that perfectly complemented your look. His dedication and attention to detail never ceased to amaze you.
One Friday evening, as you curled up on the couch watching a movie, Joshua sat beside you, his fingers busy at work with his latest bracelet creation. You watched him intently, admiring his skill and dedication as he meticulously threaded beads together, lost in his own little world of creativity.
But then, just when you least expected it, Joshua leaned over and gently slipped something around your ankle. Startled, you looked down to see a delicate anklet adorned with an array of pretty charms dangling from it. Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected surprise.
"Surprise," Joshua whispered, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he admired his handiwork.
You couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of warmth flood your heart. The anklet was exquisite, a perfect blend of elegance and whimsy, just like Joshua himself. Each charm seemed to hold a story of its own, and you couldn't wait to hear the tale behind this new creation.
Joshua adored the moments when your legs rested gently on his lap, your smooth skin inviting his touch. With tender affection, he would run his fingers along the length of your legs, reveling in the sensation of your warmth beneath his fingertips. But what captivated him most was the anklet adorning your ankle, its delicate charms dancing playfully against your skin.
As your legs lay draped across his lap, Joshua found himself mesmerized by the contrast of the anklet against your skin tone. The intricate charms seemed to come alive with each movement, casting dappled shadows across your legs as they swayed gently to the rhythm of your breathing.
"So, what do you want to do tonight, babe?" You ask.
"Hmm, I can think of a few ideas." Joshua trails his fingers along the curve of your thigh. "Well, we could keep watching this movie..." his hand ventures higher, teasingly brushing against the hem of your shorts, making you shiver at the touch, biting your lip.
"Or we could find something... more entertaining." you suggest, brushing your thighs together sensually, immediately capturing his attention.
A slow grin spreads across Joshua's lips as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours. "I like the sound of that," he murmurs huskily, grabbing your thighs harder.
You find yourself lost in the moment, your breath catching in your throat as Joshua's lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue dances against yours, igniting a fiery passion that courses through your veins.
Before you realize it, Joshua is already on top of you, his weight pressing you into the soft cushions of the couch. With a gentle yet firm touch, he guides your legs to wrap around his waist, drawing you closer to him in a fervent embrace.
His hand finds its way to your throat, applying a slight pressure that sends shivers down your spine. It's a delicate balance of pleasure and restraint, a silent communication of lust between the two of you.
As you melt into his touch, surrendering yourself to the intoxicating sensation of his lips on yours and his hand on your throat, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your body.
Desperately, your hands roam over the hems of Joshua's clothing, driven by a need to feel every inch of his skin against yours. With eager fingers, you fumble with buttons and zippers, determined to strip away any barrier between you and Joshua.
Joshua chuckles at your needy antics, his eyes alight with amusement and desire as he watches you. Sensing your urgency, he reaches behind him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one swift motion.
The sight of his toned torso, bathed in the soft glow of the room, steals your breath away. Muscles ripple beneath smooth skin, evidence of his strength and vitality. You drink in the sight hungrily, your heart racing with anticipation as you marvel at the beauty before you.
With a low grow, Joshua leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his hands roam over your body, as he undresses you with skillful hands. Garment after garment falls away, discarded to the floor in a heap of forgotten fabric.
Lowering his head to meet your dripping pussy, until his gaze meets yours, Joshua captures the expression of excitement in your eyes. He latches his mouth onto your cunt, and you melt on the cushions.
As Joshua's warm mouth works its magic on your cunt, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, you can't help but surrender to the sensations washing over you. With each flick of his tongue and gentle suckle on your clit, he brings you to the brink of ecstasy, coaxing soft moans of pleasure from your lips.
Driven by an insatiable hunger, you instinctively wrap your legs around his head, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the rapture of his touch. The charms of your anklet sway rhythmically against his back and he moans, as he feels the weight of your legs around him, Joshua's excitement grows, fueling his desire to please you even more. With a renewed sense of urgency, he redoubles his efforts.
His tongue slipped inside of your cunt, while he sucked you sloppy, you can feel the slick heat of your arousal dripping down your thighs.
As you feel the impending rush of your orgasm building to its peak, Joshua suddenly pulls his mouth away, leaving you panting and desperate for release. Your legs tremble around nothing, aching for the touch that was just tantalizingly close.
You whine in frustration, your body still thrumming with the echoes of pleasure, craving the exquisite release that eludes you. With a glistening chin and a cocky smirk, Joshua looks down at you, reveling in the sight of your desperate desire.
In moments like this, his softness gives way to a confident dominance, his cockiness taking charge as he watches you squirm and beg for more. He loves to see you in this state, your cries and pleads only fueling his desire to push you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
With a teasing glint in his eyes, Joshua leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers words of encouragement and promises of pleasure yet to come.
"You're so close, aren't you, babe?"
"S-so close!" You protest, your voice tinged with need.
"That's the point," Joshua counters, his tone dripping with confidence. "I want to make you beg for it."
You groan, the ache between your legs growing more intense with each passing second. "Please," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper.
Joshua's smirk widens, his gaze darkening with desire as he watches you squirm beneath him. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin. "Beg for me."
You bite your lip, your body trembling with anticipation. "Please," you whisper again, your voice thick with desire. "I need you."
With a satisfied grin, Joshua leans in close, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss. "I know you do," he whispers huskily. "And I'm going to make you feel so good."
"Don't stop now Josh, please…"
Joshua's smirk widens, his confidence palpable as he revels in your neediness. "Oh, I won't stop, sweetheart," he murmurs, his tone dripping with promise. "Tell me how badly you want to come."
You swallow hard, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal at his command. "I want it so bad," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Joshua, I need to come."
"That's better," he says, his hand trailing teasingly along your thigh. "But not yet. I want to see you beg a little more."
You whine in frustration, but there's no denying the thrill that courses through you at his words. Despite the ache of desire that burns within you, you find yourself craving his dominance, eager to submit to his every whim.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Joshua leans in close, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing kiss. "You're so beautiful when you beg, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I could watch you squirm all night."
Joshua tilts his head, his gaze fixed on the globs of arousal dripping from you. There's a hunger in his eyes, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reaches out, his fingers trailing through the slick wetness between your folds. You shiver at his touch, a low moan escaping your lips as he explores your arousal with a confident, knowing touch.
"You're so wet for me…" Despite the embarrassment that floods your cheeks, there's no denying the raw, primal thrill that courses through you at the sight of Joshua's arousal.
With a confident smirk, he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from your ear. "You like it when I make you this wet, don't you?" he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You can't get enough of me, can you?"
As you lie there, too aroused to think, Joshua takes control with a firm yet gentle hand. With a deft movement, he turns you around, pressing your chest against the couch while raising your ass up for him to see. You whimper at the sudden change in position, your body trembling with anticipation and need.
"Look at you," he murmurs softly, his voice laced with desire and dominance. "All spread out for me like a good little slut."
His words cut through the haze of desire, sending a shiver down your spine as you feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal overwhelming your senses.
But even as you cry, you can't help but feel a sense of surrender wash over you, knowing that in this moment, Joshua's dominance is all-consuming. His soft degradation only serves to heighten your arousal, the delicate balance of pleasure and pain driving you to the edge of ecstasy.
As your tears wet the fabric of the couch beneath you, Joshua's expression softens, a hint of tenderness in his eyes as he coos at you. "That's it, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice gentle against your ear. "Let it all out for me. You know I love it when you're so responsive."
As Joshua's tip teases your entrance, you can feel your core ache with longing, craving his touch with an intensity that consumes you. Every teasing brush against your slick folds sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body, heightening your arousal to dizzying heights.
His words send a shiver down your spine, your core fluttering in anticipation as you feel him slowly entering you. The sensation of him stretching you open, inch by delicious inch, is almost too much to bear, but you revel in the exquisite pleasure that courses through your veins.
With each slow, deliberate thrust, Joshua pushes deeper into you, his cock filling you completely as you cling to the couch beneath you, lost in a haze of ecstasy. Your walls clench around him, eager to be filled with every inch of his length as you surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.
As Joshua fills you completely, you're so tight around him that he can hardly move, every inch of his length enveloped by the delicious warmth of your core. Joshua almost loses himself in the sensation, his breath hitching at the sheer intensity of your grip. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy, a sight that only serves to fuel his desire further.
"You're so tight, baby," he murmurs, his voice laced with awe and desire as he continues to move within you. "I can barely move... but I love it. I love how you grip me, how you take me so eagerly."
With a hard thrust, Joshua elicits a little sound from you, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he drives into you with unbridled force. But it's not just your reaction that catches his attention—it's the tinkling sound of the anklet adorning your ankle, its charms dancing. With each powerful thrust, the anklet chimes, a sweet melody that fills the room with the rhythm of your pleasure.
"Hmm, what's this?" Joshua muses, his cocky smirk widening as he hears the anklet chime with each of his powerful thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice dripping with arrogance as he resumes his relentless pace. "You like it when I fuck you so hard that even your anklet can't stay quiet."
You can only moan in response, your body writhing beneath him as he continues to slam into you, hitting your g'spot with precision each time. The combination of his cocky demeanor and the relentless stimulation has you teetering on the edge of ecstasy, your moans of pleasure growing louder with each passing moment.
As the knot tightens in your stomach, signaling the imminent arrival of your climax, Joshua senses the impending release building within you. With each thrust, he can feel the tension mounting, your body quivering with the promise of ecstasy.
He glances down, his eyes widening as he notices the telltale sign of your impending orgasm—a white ring forming at the base of his cock where it meets your slick heat. It's a visual confirmation of your impending release, a signal that drives him to push you even further towards the edge.
"I can feel you getting close, baby," Joshua murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he continues to pound into you. "I want you to come for me. I want to feel you clenching around me as you lose yourself in pleasure."
And then, with a guttural cry of release, it happens—the knot in your stomach unravels, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body. Your walls clench around Joshua's cock, milking him for all he's worth as you ride out the waves of your climax.
With a primal hunger still burning in his eyes, Joshua shifts positions, laying you gently on your back. You gasp as the change in position heightens your anticipation, your body tingling with excitement as you await his next move.
Licking three of his fingers, Joshua smirks down at you before slowly sinking them inside of you. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you arch your back in response to the overwhelming sensitivity.
You moan softly as his fingers delve deeper, filling you completely and stretching you to your limits. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the air, mingling with the rhythmic swaying of the anklet adorning your ankle.
Your breath catches in your throat as Joshua curls all three of his fingers inside you, hitting just the right spot that sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. With a high-pitched moan escaping your lips, you arch your back, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation that threatens to consume you.
Joshua smirks triumphantly, his eyes alight with satisfaction as he watches you writhe beneath him, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. He knows exactly how to push all your buttons, how to drive you wild with need, and he revels in the power he holds over you in this moment.
With one final, powerful thrust of his fingers, Joshua abuses your g'spot relentlessly, driving you over the edge into an explosive climax. You scream in ecstasy as the overwhelming pleasure crashes over you, your body convulsing with the force of your release.
In an uncontrollable surge of pleasure, you squirt, your essence spraying out onto Joshua and the couch beneath you. The sensation is electrifying, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through every fiber of your being as you surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming bliss.
Joshua's eyes widen in surprise and delight as he feels you drenching him with your arousal. He revels in the feeling of your release, knowing that he's the one who pushed you to such dizzying heights of pleasure.
As Joshua feels the arousal surging through him at the sight of you squirting, a wicked idea forms in his mind. He can't help but wonder if you could do it again, this time around his cock. With a primal hunger burning in his eyes, he wastes no time in sliding his length inside you once more.
But as you feel him filling you effortlessly once again, you can't help but cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. "I-I can't take it," you whimper, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to accommodate his size.
But Joshua is quick to reassure you, his voice soft but commanding. "Yes, you can, baby," he murmurs, his hands gentle yet firm as he guides you through the discomfort. "You can take it. Trust me."
Joshua's voice is a husky whisper as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You feel so good, baby," he murmurs, his words sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. "I can feel you stretching open for me again, taking me so eagerly."
Despite the mess of white cream coating your pussy, Joshua's cock throbs inside you, pulsing with desire as he continues to drive himself deeper into your clenching warmth. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensation.
With each movement, the tightness of your grip around him only serves to heighten Joshua's arousal, driving him to push you even further towards the edge of ecstasy. He revels in the feeling of your slick walls clenching around him, milking him for all he's worth as you both surrender yourselves completely to the overwhelming pleasure that consumes you.
As the intensity of your pleasure peaks, your nails dig deliciously into Joshua's back, leaving marks of desire in their wake. His cock buried deep inside your cunt, you feel every inch of him pulsating with need, driving you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
With each thrust, the anklet around your ankle sounds ever louder, a symphony of pleasure that fills the room as you ride the waves of your climax. Joshua can only moan in response, his own desire reaching a fever pitch as he feels you tightening around him, your walls gripping him with a desperate hunger.
Feeling the spray of your arousal drenching him and the couch beneath you, Joshua's cock throbs with anticipation, the sensation only serving to heighten his arousal. He can't help but groan in pleasure as he feels you cumming around him again.
Your throat is already sore from the screams of ecstasy that have torn from your lips, your hair clinging to your face in sweaty tendrils as you ride out the waves of pleasure crashing over you.
With a guttural groan, Joshua releases himself inside of you, his hot seed filling you completely and adding to the mess already coating your pussy. The sensation of him pulsating within you sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, driving you to the brink of oblivion once more, your vision turning completely black.
As your vision slowly returns, you find yourself enveloped in soft covers, the lingering haze of pleasure still clouding your mind. Confusion washes over you as you take in your surroundings, realizing that you're now clean and showered, the evidence of your passionate encounter with Joshua washed away.
Just as you begin to wonder how it all happened, Joshua appears suddenly in the doorway of the bedroom, a cloth draped casually over his shoulder. His eyes light up with a warm smile as he takes in the sight of you, peaceful and serene in the aftermath of sex.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," he says with a gentle smile, crossing the room to sit beside you on the bed. "How are you feeling?"
You blink up at him, still trying to process everything that happened. "I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "What happened? How did I get here?"
Joshua's smile widens as he reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "I took care of you," he explains softly. "After... everything that happened, I wanted to make sure you were okay. So I cleaned you up, gave you a shower, and tucked you into bed."
You smile gratefully at Joshua, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you at his tender care. "Thank you for taking care of me," you say softly, your voice filled with appreciation.
Joshua returns your smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Of course, baby," he replies, his voice gentle. "I'll always be here for you."
Then, he adds with a chuckle, "Oh, and I took care of the couch too. It's all clean now."
Your smile falters for a moment as you gasp, a wave of mortification washing over you as you realize what he's referring to. For a moment, you had forgotten about the mess you made on the couch in the heat of passion.
"Oh no," you exclaim, feeling embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot..."
You feel a rush of relief flood through you as Joshua cuts you off with a reassuring smile, his warm hand squeezing yours gently. "It's all okay," he reassures you, his voice filled with understanding and love.
You let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. "Thank you," you murmur, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you relax into his comforting embrace.
But then, Joshua's words catch you off guard, and your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he adds, "And you know what?" he adds, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You looked so hot while you squirted."
warnings; TA!Mingyu, University Student!Reader, Camboy!Mingyu, Professor Joshua Hong (that's a warning), eating/drinking, alcohol, masturbation (m & f), lots of dirty talk, masturbation on stream, pictures taken and sent of dick/pussy, talk of sexual health, aftercare, Dom!Mingyu, sub!reader, Dom/sub dynamics, color system, subspace, dumbification, praise, pet names, degradation, crying, spitting on pussy, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cum eating, some light impact play -- I think that is everything.
w/c; 13.3k and some change (1.4 k this teaser)
a/n; I love camboy love sick Mingyu. thank you to @onlyhuis for betareading this for me! a huge thank you to @onlyseokmins for making the instagram graphics for me! thank you for your patience in waiting for this one. I really needed this break.
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Running the back of your pen along your bottom lip, you sigh, finally leaning back from your desk. You had been looking at the same page of your physics textbook for an hour. It felt like your brain was beginning to feel like jello. A familiar ding from your cellphone made you bite down on the end of your pen as you reached for the phone, the corners of your lips pulling up into a slight smirk.
ariespic_46 is live
You tried not to waste your money. It was hard enough to be a college student and to share an apartment instead of living in a dorm but sometimes spoiling yourself was important. It was hard enough trying to balance a part-time job and a full-time course work schedule; you rarely found time to go to parties and the relationship pool was limited.
You had dated during your time at the university but it had been brief and no one had ever kept your attention for longer than a month. Over time, classes became more important and you found other ways to find pleasure, even if it cost you a few extra bucks a month to indulge in.
Opening your laptop, you find yourself entranced by the man on your screen as he smiles, leaning back in his chair. He never showed anything above his nose. You wished you could see his entire face. With as handsome as he was from the nose down, you were drooling over this camboy almost daily.
As ariespic_46 lets out a breath, you find yourself doing the same as you lay on your side on your bed in the dark. He was dressed in some tan dress pants, a white button up that was already unbuttoned down to the top of his abs, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked like a dream. You couldn’t help but look over every detail that you were privy to. He had the cutest freckle on the end of his nose and sharp canines that he bit down into his bottom lip with when he was especially horny, like now.
“Hi pups. I missed you.”
A small squeak slips from your lips when the man finally talks. He was such a tease. He would sometimes just sit there for minutes while the chat went crazy, asking for things, just his biceps flexing as he stretched out his fingers in clear amusement at how needy the chat was.
“Aw, you missed me too, didn’t you? That’s cute.”
The man leans his head back and you try to move your head so you can see more of him but as usual, it's in vain. He had his camera set up for this. He didn’t want his face fully on the screen and while you could respect it, you were still curious.
“It was a long day. You have no idea. I’m all wound up... Having to be this professional in front of others while I think about doing this later. God…” The man grins, his canines on display, as he lifts his hips, undoing his dress pants. “And then the teasing I put up with on a daily fucking basis. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.”
You furrow your brows. He talked about some girl on his streams sometimes. You didn’t mind; no one seemed to. It got him even more excited to think about this girl who teased him during the day. You wondered what it would be like to be her—to be the one on his mind all day and night. The one that made him want to wrap his hand around his thick cock and stroke it until he came so hard. You imagine you are her sometimes; he makes it easy for you to, with how he talks to the stream.
“Wanna put you on your knees in front of me for teasing me like that?"
Watching ariespic_46 closely, your eyes follow as he kicks his pants somewhere off the screen. The man smirked, leaning back in his chair, knowing eyes were on him. He could see the viewer count and it never disappointed him. Your eyes were moving over the bit of his chest that was exposed as his fingers undid the rest of his shirt, leaving him in his dress shirt and briefs as a long, sighing groan slipped from his lips.
“Can’t help but think how pretty you’d look if you were. So fucking pretty every day and acting so innocent like you don’t realize I’m looking at you.”
You sigh, your bottom lip jutting out, as the man talks to the girl through you and the other viewers. You feel a bit of shame as you run your fingers along your stomach and play with the tie of your pajama pants but it’s not enough to stop you.
Glancing at the comments, you can’t help but agree with a few of them, saying they’d never ignore him. You couldn’t imagine ignoring someone like ariespic_46, not on purpose. There was no one who went to your university who came close to looking like him.
When the man wraps his fingers around his cock for the first time, you have to close your eyes to the sound that slips out between his pretty lips. You loved the sounds he made. He never tried to keep them quiet or to himself. He just let them be as erotic as possible and it made you drip around your fingers that were now slowly sliding through your folds.
“Are you being a good girl for me? My pretty little pup? Are you gonna cum for me when I cum tonight?”
Whimpering, you nod even though he can’t see you. You weren’t one who took the time to comment while he touched himself and spoke. You knew he wouldn’t recognize names from chat anyway. He did, however, acknowledge tips and that you did when you let yourself think with your pussy more than your brain.
“Mm, thank you, Nabi.”
Hearing part of your username on ariespic_46’s lips as he moans, pre-cum slipping over his fingers, makes you press your lips together. You hadn’t sent him much—just $30—but for a student, that was more than you should be spending on porn.
Pressing your nose against your arm, you adjust yourself on the bed, watching the man groan louder as he got closer to his climax. You had started to be able to tell when it was going to happen. The way his mouth fell open, the way his groans got more urgent and drawn out, his fingers of his right hand gripping the arm of his chair for dear life as he stroked himself through his climax with his left.
Most nights when you watched his streams, you would end up doing exactly what ariespic_46 wanted and cum soon after he had but other nights, like tonight, you would end up panting as your thighs pressed together out of need. You knew there was always more, even as the man on the screen laughed, stretching his fingers out to show the camera all the cum dripping from him.
"Fuck, that was good. I have to get cleaned up. Bye, baby. See you next time.”
The stream stated it had ended, and you find yourself on your back with your phone in one hand, waiting for what came next. Not only did you tip because it made you feel good to hear even your username on the man’s lips but also for what he would give you. A notification stating you had a direct message from ariespic_46 pop’s up at the top of your screen and you find yourself giggling like a teenager getting a message from a crush.
ariespic_46: have a good night, nabi 🦋 thank you🖤 [picture attached]
Staring at the message for a moment, you bite at your bottom lip before your thumbs move over the keyboard to reply. You knew you didn’t have to, and that he probably didn’t check replies but it felt important to you.
nabi.wings: anytime, thank you for the stream ❣️
Taking a breath, you finally press down on the link for the picture, only to moan at the sight. It was one thing to see his cock and fingers covered in cum on the stream but it was another entirely to see it in a picture like this. Now was when you couldn’t help but let your fingers wander lower. Now you could let yourself let go of any shame you were feeling before and just let yourself pretend for a little while that he had cum this much for just you.
Summary: Plans are made and the surprise is all set, but what happens when you’re suddenly refusing to be Joshua’s Valentine’s date? Will your boyfriend get your sweet yes in time for the big day or will he have to force it out of you? Good thing this sexy gentleman has a few tricks up his sleeve.
Warning: slight angst if you squint, lots of playful teasing, Shua and oc being menaces to each other, making out, suggestive content.
WC: 2.8k
Author’s Note: Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day! This is my piece for @svthub Cupid For You Collab - Valentine’s Gift Exchange. This is very much dedicated for my Valentine @shuadotcom 🩷 I’m so sorry this is late 😭 I would’ve really wanted to publish this on the 13th but your valentine has been very sickly these past few days. I hope you enjoy this as much I enjoyed writing the antics I wrote for you and your beloved Joshua. I love you so much!!! To the moon and back 😉 The biggest thanks as well to my dearest @wongyuseokie for being so patient with me and helping me out with all my questions AND for organizing this event! Ily 😘
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“You can’t be serious right now,” you frown in shock.
“SURPRISE!” Your boyfriend exclaims.
You turn around fully to face him, “babe… I thought we agreed on no surprises? And no extravagant gifts?”
A cheesy grin flashes on Joshua’s face but when he notices how serious you actually are, his once excited expression starts to fall.
You really should’ve known that when you both agreed on a simple staycation for Valentine’s, your CEO boyfriend would do anything but. However, when he mentioned to you about how busy he would be this week trying to close a merger deal, you thought perhaps simple would be possible. So when he asked you to join him for a lunch with business partners in a fancy hotel the day before Valentine’s, you didn’t actually think it was all a trap to just get you both checked in in the presidential suite for an overnight stay.
Joshua observes you a bit more before answering, suddenly feeling embarrassed and scared, “do you not… like it? I mean, I can still cancel the booking and then we can go do—“
“Baby, no,” you interrupt, “it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just… not what we agreed on.”
“Well you said you wanted a staycation, right?” Isn’t this what that is? A nice place just less than an hour away from the city, perfect view, nice amenities, a good looking boyfriend. But I mean, if you’re not into it, I might still be able to get us those Bali tickets I canceled last week.”
“You what?!”
“Mr. and Mrs. Hong?” The small voice of the hotel receptionist calls you both and Joshua is thanking the heavens you were given no time to further interrogate him.
“It’s Miss y/l/n,” you immediately correct her and Joshua frowns at how quick you were to dissociate from him, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as he ponders how his extravagant surprise might have really upset you.
“Oh, my apologies miss y/l/n. Anyway, I just wanted to inform you that your suite is ready. Here are your room keys and you will be assisted to your room.” You kindly thank the receptionist and make your way through the hotel lobby.
The elevator ride up to the top was silent and awkward. Joshua consistently bounced on the balls of his feet from nerves. However, when the doors to your suite open, your jaw drops and your feet automatically lead you towards the floor-to-ceiling windows that boast a 180 degree view of the city. You didn’t even notice the bell man wishing you both a pleasant stay or hear your boyfriend carefully approach you. You could see the concrete jungle of the business district yet so beautifully backdropped by the sprawling mountains in the distance. You never thought much of your city, it wasn’t exactly a tourist destination in itself, but now that you’re looking at it from hundreds of feet above, you realise it has a charm of its own.
“I take it you want to stay?” Joshua asks as he observes the glimmer in your eyes.
You finally peel your gaze from the view and turn to your boyfriend who’s carrying an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he grabs your hands and sandwiches them between his, “I just thought this would be nice and I know you didn’t want to do anything big but I also know you like surprises and I just really wanted to give you the perfect Valentine’s I could pla–“
“Who said I’d be your Valentine’s?”
At that very moment, all color drains from your boyfriend’s face. His mouth is agape, eyebrows raised and eyes are round as ever. Complete and utter shock wash over him and then you see pain, his eyes show early signs of wetness and he starts to blink hard and that’s when you burst out in laughter.
“I’M KIDDING!” You laugh loudly, hands cupping his face and you just hear him take a deep breath.
“Babyyyy,” he whines and you’re completely melting at the pout etched on his face.
“Aww, babe,” you peck his lips before embracing him tightly. He takes a few more seconds wrapped in your arms, trying to let his heartbeat stabilize from the prank you just pulled. “I was just kidding. I think.”
“You think?” He pulls back and catches the mischievous smile on your face. “What does that mean?”
“Hmm… well for starters, you just assumed, you didn’t even ask me, and then–“
“Okay so will you be my Valentine?” Your boyfriend rushes out and if you just weren’t feeling playful, it would be a definite yes right then and there.
“I’ll think about it,” you shrug. “This wasn’t exactly how I thought we’d spend the holiday, you know. I thought we’d only meet with Mr. Min today.”
“Well, I had to find a way to get you to come here with me.”
“Yeah, but what happened to no surprises, Josh? Didn’t we agree on a simple Valentine’s, just a staycation? No fancy gifts and just our favorite food?”
“If you think about it, we’re still in the city, so it’s still a staycation. And we can still have our favorite food!”
“And yet… what was that I heard awhile ago? You had plans to take me to Bali? Hmm??”
“Okay, fine…” your boyfriend slumps in defeat, “but that was honestly booked before we even agreed on anything. And then I canceled when you said you didn’t want anything too extravagant. C’mon baby,” Joshua prods, his arms wrapping around your waist, “I’m still somewhat following the agreement. I just… I really want to make this special for us. Please let me?”
“Okay, I’ll let you,” you smile at the sincerity of your most loving boyfriend. You truly appreciate the effort he’s putting into this, but just like the dynamic of your relationship, what’s a romantic holiday without a little fun? “But I’m still not saying yes to being your Valentine… not yet.”
He sees the wink you just gave him as you walk away and he rolls his eyes. “So that’s how you wanna play it, huh?”
You dramatically turn around before letting yourself fall on the large couch by the living room, “oh whatever could you mean, my love?”
Sometimes, Joshua just hates how you may just be as mischievous as he is, if not more. But he also adores your playful side, especially when it makes him think outside of the box. When he sits beside you on the couch, he’s immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands roaming up and down from your waist to your thighs. “I’ll get you to say yes,” he answers confidently.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm… before midnight.”
“A deadline, I like that,” you nod in approval, “let the games begin, babe.”
Joshua scoffs, “they already have.” A searing kiss is delivered to you that you almost fall over if your boyfriend hadn’t had his muscular arms supporting your back. When you’re finally responding back, Joshua is surprisingly the first to groan, but could you blame him? Your lips were full and soft and it didn’t help at all that your hips have decided to grind against his crotch. He’s sucking on your bottom lip and when they part to grant him entrance, the CEO wastes no time in exploring with his tongue. He hears you moan once, twice, and then he’s pulling your pelvis down as he bucks his hips to meet yours.
“Will you be my Valentine?” He asks in a muffled rush while trailing down your neck, hoping you’d be caught off guard. But Joshua should’ve known, you took your games just as seriously as he did.
“Not so fast, baby.” You giggle, pushing him back against the couch. “You’re not gonna get me in one try.”
There’s a genuine laughter shared between the both of you but when you feel Joshua’s hand begin to pull down the strap of your blouse, you gasp in shock, scaring the man beneath you, “what is it?”
“Babe! I don’t have clothes!”
“Even better,” he smirks.
“No!” You swat his hand away when he attempts another kiss. “I mean, we’re staying the night, right? I didn’t pack anything. Oh my god! I don’t even have my skincare!”
“Okay, calm down,” he rubs your arms, “I have it under control. I’ve packed for you, yeah? Clothes, skincare, even some accessories. Just… except maybe underwear.”
“Babe!”
“What? You won’t really need it anyway.”
“Joshua!” You scold louder this time.
“I’M KIDDING!” He laughs like a maniac, “I brought you… a few.”
To be very fair with your boyfriend, he stayed true to his promise of a staycation. While the hotel you were at had a luxury shopping center directly below it, he knew you just wanted to laze around in the comfort of your suite. Room service was ordered for your lunch, you both watched your favorite movie on the large built-in flat screen on the wall and now, you’re sighing happily sprawled out on the bed wrapped in the hotel’s fluffy bathrobe.
“Are you kidding me? That was the best massage I’ve ever had in my life!” If you were being honest, your whole body felt like jelly, in a good way, it’s as if you could still feel the masseuse’s skillful hands kneading away the knots on your lower back. “I think I might just marry her.”
“Wow, okay???” Your boyfriend takes offense.
“If she asked me to be her Valentine, it’s a yes,” you stick your tongue out at him and before you know it, you’re smothered in tickles from your boyfriend.
“What did you just say?!” He challenges and you want to trigger him more but you’re simply reduced to a fit of squirming giggles underneath his muscular body.
“S-s-sttooooppp!”
Your wrists are conveniently pinned down above your head as you try to squirm away, your body encased between his legs, and a pair of scrunched up brows and pursed lips are staring you down, “Not until you say yes to being my Valentine!”
“No!” You deny him, “the more you tickle me, the more I’ll say no.”
This actually catches his attention and he lets go of you. “Wow, I didn’t think that would work.”
“I’m just nice,” he proudly grins, “and that’s why I’d make the perfect Valentine’s date.”
“Mhmm, probably. You are a gentleman, after all.”
Joshua wiggles his finger at you disapprovingly, “I believe the exact term you’re looking for is a sexy gentleman.”
You both share a laugh at the inside joke that began a few years back in his workplace and has simply stuck until now. “Speaking of,” his tone turns a bit more serious, “I know you just wanna be lazy in bed all day but if it’s okay with you, will you let this sexy gentleman take you to dinner tonight? It’s just going to be in the restaurant downstairs and I made sure to ask the staff to place us where it’s more quiet and secluded.” Big doe eyes stared at you and while you did want to tease Joshua a little more, the sincere look on his face proved too difficult to even playfully deny.
“Okay, I’ll go, but I’m still not your Valentine date. There’s still a few more hours to woo me, Joshua Hong.”
He scoffs and then smiles, leaving a kiss on your cheek before hopping out of bed, “I’ll get that yes before midnight.” It’s cool and confident, and somehow, you’re beginning to lose your resolve.
“What is this?!” you gasp as you open the small hand carry luggage that your boyfriend had packed for you. It was the first time you had gone through it, completely trusting him when he said he had brought all your essentials. You also didn’t feel the need to go through the bag earlier as you had no plans but to live in the fluffy robe the hotel provided.
“What?” Joshua snickers.
You squint your eyes at him, knowing his agenda a little too well. “This,” you mutter coldly, raising up the lingerie with your hands. It was skimpy and it was lacey, and most of all, it was your boyfriend’s favorite. He tries to act innocent but a cheesy grin breaks out on his face anyway and you just roll your eyes at his antics. However, rummaging through the rest of the bag for underwear that had more coverage proved to be unsuccessful. “Just three pairs of lingerie? Nothing else. Really?”
“Hey, no! I packed four. Four pairs of lingerie. All of which are my favorite,” a boyish grin on his face.
“You couldn’t even bring me at least one comfy pair of panties for sleeping?” You pout.
“Not when we’ll be sleeping naked, no. But your nightgown is there,” your boyfriend earns another roll of your eyes and now he’s really giggling with mischief. “C’mon babe, don’t pout. Any of those four will fit perfectly with…” he runs to the closet and then quickly comes back with a huge white box in his hands that had a big black ribbon tied around it.
“Babe,” you gasp silently when you manage to open the box and pick up the beautiful dress that was folded neatly inside. It came in your favorite color and in a style that complimented your curves well. “This is too much,” you say just above a whisper, “I thought no more gifts?”
“Well, this isn’t really a gift. It’s more like… hmmmm…” your boyfriend purses his lips, “giving you something to wear for dinner. I can’t have you walking in the restaurant in just your lingerie! That’s only for my eyes to see!”
You should’ve been annoyed really, he was coming up with the most mischievous excuses to break the agreement you both made, but the way Joshua was pouting and huffing towards the end of his sentence had you smiling like a love struck teenager.
“I love you so much,” you smile and wrap your arms around your boyfriend, planting a kiss on his lips.
“I love you too, baby.”
And you both did, you really loved each other so much. Mischief and jokes were common between you and Joshua; he was equally playful as you are, but no matter how much you teased each other, every single ‘I love you’ that came out of your mouths was always said meaningfully.
“Baby?” your boyfriend asks in the middle of your scrumptious dinner, “do you think Valentine’s is overrated?”
You’re slightly taken aback by the question, especially since the topic before this was how Joshua managed to win the chubby bunny contest during your friend group’s Christmas dinner.
“Uhmm.. “
When you realize he looked dead serious about his query, you give it some thought before answering him, “I see why it could be. It is quite a capitalistic holiday and well, Saint Valentine did die a gruesome death on this day, but I do think that if your Valentine is the right person, it doesn’t really matter if it’s overrated or not.”
Josh is listening intently to your words, his thumb slowly rubbing the back of your hand, “So… you don’t think all my surprises today are overrated, right?” There’s a curious look behind his eyes and your heart physically squeezes at the sight of it.
“Oh, love…” you sigh and scoot your chair right by his side, cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss that you hoped would wipe his worries once and for all, “You could’ve surprised me with a trip to the moon and I would still hop on that spaceship with you volunta–”
Joshua gasps loudly, “Now, how did you know that’s where we’re going tomo–”
“Babe!” you laugh and shove him lightly, “Even if you weren’t kidding, I’d go with you. I told you, even the most possibly overrated thing you could think of will not be overrated as long as it’s with you.”
“Ohhh, so I am your Valentine tomorrow, huh?” The proudest, most obnoxious smirk breaks out on your boyfriend’s face, his chin is held up high and one brow raised approvingly. It takes a few seconds for you but when you realize what he’s done— falling perfectly into his trap— your jaw simply hangs low.
Your boyfriend is quick to tuck his hand below your chin, “close your mouth babe, else a bug might fly in.”
You scoff at the remark but honestly, Joshua isn’t able to hear you amidst his cackling, and you absolutely abhor how he’s gotten you to slip so easily.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” the laugh is evil and confident, and you want to punch his stupid annoying grin away, “you loooooove me, quite literally to the moon AND back.”
Damn him, you thought, because he’s right, you love him, to the moon and back.
As if he wasn’t proud enough, your boyfriend seals your defeat by grabbing your neck to kiss you fervently only to then raise his fist in victory, “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind, AND a Valentine’s date for Joshua Hong!”
lol, THIS video got me thinking that joshua is just like that so hard that i actually cried on my pillow
18+ video!
tw: dom!shua, sub fem!reader (slightly bratty), fingering, clit stimulation, praise, use of petnames - minors dni.
"You're moving too much, angel. Can't you just stay still for a minute?"
"H-How can I stay still when your f-fingers feel so good?" You whine as your fingernails dig in the skin of your tummy.
"So cute." Joshua chuckles and presses a quick peck on your inner thigh, never stopping the circular motions on your sensitive bud.
It feels slightly embarrassing to be lying completely naked in his lap, but you also feel pampered by all the attention he gives you and your pussy.
"Enjoying the princess treatment?"
"Quite a lot, Joshie." You giggle as you roll your hips against his hand, your own hands playing with your breasts.
"Joshie? Wow, you must be very needy today."
"So what if I am?"
"Guess I have to play harder." He curls the corners of his lips upwards in a wicked smirk and presses his digits harder on your clit, rubbing it faster.
"J-Joshie!" Your hand flies to his forearm, but he doesn't stop at all. In fact, your noises push him to torture you even more, enjoying the squelching noises of your pussy.
"It's funny how you're trying to act all bratty, but as soon as I touch you just a little bit harder, you're putty in my hands."
"S-Shut up." You buck your hips upwards.
"One more curse and I'll make you eat up your words." He warns you with the most fake sweet voice he can muster.
"I would like to see you try, fucker."
"You've done it now, princess." He hooks his hand over your other thigh and pulls it all the way to his chest, twisting your body in a way that doesn't let you fight back.
"You were doing so well but you just had to be a fucking brat, didn't you?" Joshua slides one finger in your hole and fucks it painstakingly slowly.
"Come on, don't tease me like that!" You protest, but he reprimands you with a slap on your ass.
"No more mister nice guy for you, princess. Now you'll have to take what I'm gonna give you. Nothing more."
Summary: Chan is interested in a new kink and you do your job: support him.
▸ Pairing: Chan/Dino x F!reader
▸ Rating / Genre / AU:18+ / pwp, smut / established relationship
If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.
▸ Warnings: exhibitionism
▸ Word Count: 1,956
▸ A/N: Had fun doing this for K-Vanity’s Wanderlust Festival! Prompts used: log ride, established relationship, protagonist is a suspect.
Fat thank you to @shuadotcom for beta and juicy kithes for @wonwussy, @wooahaeproductions, and @onlymingyus for the endless encouragement while I worked on this.
@bitchlessdino and @idyllic-ghost come get ya’ll juice!
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“I think I wanna try exhibitionism?” Chan knows you love him, knows he can trust you with anything.
“Ooh!” you gasp, lips quirking upward with intrigue as you study him on the other end of the couch. “Ok babe, let’s try it sometime.”
For all of his trust, Chan looks surprisingly relieved. “Really?”
“Of course! Just gotta figure out the ‘where’ and the ‘when’.”
It’s the beginning of a bad idea.
The ‘where’ is the Amped Up Autumn event at the theme park a few highway exits away. An event that you are “absolutely banned” from, as delivered by ride attendant and fellow high school alumni Boo Seungkwan.
You’re not worried, though, and Chan isn’t either – he has no idea about your storied history of getting into trouble in some way or another at this event for the last several years. He also has no idea why you’ve got both a baseball cap and sunglasses on when it’s overcast, but “fashion” is an acceptable enough answer given that you’re not being suspicious otherwise.
Well, not suspicious at first. The two of you wait to enter the park and pick up maps (he can’t know you’re very familiar with it) without incident. It’s when you get to the petting zoo that he starts questioning things.
You start small, pressing against Chan’s side as he feeds a pony. He welcomes your warmth as always, beaming at you before turning back to the activity. When you both reach the smaller barnyard animals, you make it a point to bend at the waist to pet a sheep, ass kissing his crotch. Chan subtly moves back and though you don’t turn around to watch, you’re sure that he’s sure it was just an accident.
Amped Up Autumn is also home to peacocks, spoiled by and socialized with the endless droves of visitors to the park. When Chan nudges you excitedly as a muster of birds approaches, you make sure that there’s no misconstruing your actions.
“Shoot, I’m out of feed. Do you have any left?” You don’t wait for an answer, helping yourself to Chan’s supply. The paper feed bags are relatively shallow, but you make a show of digging in, forcing your hand roughly so he almost drops it. Chan catches it in time, right when you’ve pushed it near his groin. Your fingers spread and continue searching even though they’re so obviously at the bottom, rubbing greedily at his cock through his joggers.
Chan stiffens at the sensation and you watch, delighted as his expression morphs from surprise to confusion to cautious understanding, lips parting and closing again as his eyebrows pinch together. When you’re sure he’s received the message, you retreat with a fistful of mixed grains, making a show of feeding the peacocks. To passerby, you’re just an overenthusiastic attendee, but to Chan, you’re a flashing neon light that says ‘trouble’.
It’s almost comically convenient that Chan’s never been on Sawyer’s Mill, the park’s log flume ride. Even if he had, you would have insisted that you board it today. Thankfully, it takes next to no convincing to get him to join you in line; the thought of just sitting down for a few minutes is appealing enough on its own. You waste no time cozying up to Chan again, pushing your chest into his almost wantonly when you pull him in for a hug while you wait.
He knows you’re teasing by now, but lacks the willpower to stop it. You’re cute and you smell nice and it’s not like he can deny that your tits don’t feel good smushed up against him. The best he can manage is to nervously peek at the other attendees as you slowly snake through the line. You and Chan are one of many touchy couples here, so nobody seems to notice or, if they do, care.
Chan thanks the universe that that’s the case when you stand just ahead of him, hand at your side perfectly level with the seat of his pants. Your pinky keeps rubbing at him through the fabric, coaxing a chub that he can only hide by moving closer to you so your form can shield him from prying eyes.
Is this the longest line at the park or is Chan in purgatory? He’s not sure, but the way you keep prodding is making him desperate to get out of sight so he can just cum already and get back to what was supposed to be a very normal date. Clearly, that’s what you want too since you won’t leave him alone.
“Excuse me, what are you doing?”
You’re almost to the front of the line now and there’s a staffer on guard to make sure that nobody cuts at the last minute. His nametag reads “Seungkwan”. Seungkwan seems laser-focused on you and Chan so the question must be for you, but you just push up your glasses and turn around to scan the lane behind you. “Huh? Who?”
Chan follows your gaze, but is met with park-goers just as confused as you seem to be.
“You!” Seungkwan says, starting to point at you before quickly retracting his finger when his customer service training kicks in fully. He settles for vaguely gesturing at the two of you. “Would you mind taking off your glasses, please?” he asks curtly.
“Next two!”
Another attendant calls your party forward and you grab Chan’s hand to dart away and get into the car (...log?) that awaits you. Just as you leave Seungkwan’s line of sight, Chan spies him muttering something into a walkie talkie.
The ride attendant at the cars is much less interested in you – which is good (?) Chan guesses. “Bags on the floor, hands in at all times, jiggle the safety for me,” they sigh, rehearsed and apathetic as they lower the safety bar onto your laps. You rattle the bar excitedly before squeezing Chan’s knee and the attendant finds this sufficient enough, sending you off with a flat, “Enjoy.” Just as the car jolts into motion, they add, “Oh yeah, hats off. Enjoy.”
For the first time all day, you remove your cap and toss it to the floor of the car, exhaling with relief. The car begins its slow, steep ascent and Chan has a lot of questions now. “Babe, is there something you’re not telling me?”
“What do you mean?” You place your hand back on his knee and start rubbing, batting your eyelashes behind your dark lenses. “Are you not having fun?”
Chan tries to shift in his seat, but the safety bar cements him in place. It’s chilly here, between the fall air and shallow water sloshing around you, but he’s a bit warm now. “No, I’m having fun! Just–” your hand creeps up further, skipping over the bar to land limply on his dick. He lets out a shaky breath. “Seems like you had a…plan? For today?”
“Hmm, maybe, maybe not.” Your shit-eating grin clarifies further (as if it’s even necessary at this point).
“Are you sure about this?”
You rest your palm on his crotch, flat and firm. “I am. Are you?”
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Tell me to stop.” It’s not a threat or an order, just a reminder of what you’ve agreed to in conversations past. Experimentation is on the table until somebody calls it off.
Chan does nothing of the sort, instead whimpering and looking away as you continue to toy with him over his pants. You can’t hear him over the noise of the ride, but his refusal to look at you anymore provides plenty of satisfaction and confirmation that you should keep going.
You finally reach the top of the mountain, creeping into a cave that serves as a pit stop before the big fall. The darkride section of Sawyer’s Mill has seen better days, but the animatronic mountain lion that slides from the corner and roars through the speakers is sudden enough to give most newcomers a scare. Chan would have dove to certain doom if not for the bar and your now blatant grip on his cock. It jumps, just a little, in your hand and you’re certain that it’s not from the fear.
Chan slumps in his seat, rattled and frustrated. You don’t need to hear him to know; his cock is full and straining against the fabric. You lean over, breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Is this enough exposure for you? Can you get off like this?”
He doesn’t answer, just throws his head back in defeat as you slide past the waistband of his joggers and grasp his dick through the slit of his boxers.
“We’ve only got a minute or two, so I sure hope you can,” you singsong, pumping his cock hard and erratic, the way you know he likes it when he just wants to cross the finish line. Watching Chan like this, struggling against the safety bar to hump and screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget he’s coming undone publicly, has you soaked through your panties. If you thought you could get away with it, you’d find a way to sneak back in here after hours so Chan could fuck you next to the mountain lion. But alas, this is an occasion to just enjoy the delectable view and the warm precum that’s lubing up your hand as you yank Chan closer to the edge.
Chan is so close; you can tell by the conspicuously audible groan he lets out and the way his heartbeat pounds through him and directly into your palm. He opens his mouth and his eyes roll back and he’s right there–
And then you freeze. Chan whines and refocuses, only to immediately squint as the glaring yellow circle of a flashlight assaults his eyes. He tries to shield himself, arm extending over his face as the light finally moves. Then, he sees it.
Another attendee, nametagged “Minghao”, is pointing the light on his tented pants and shaking his head vigorously as he frowns. He doesn’t say anything – he just continues to glower disapprovingly – and that only makes it worse as the beam follows the two of you shamefully through the last ten or so feet of the cave.
Mortifyingly, you don’t flinch at being discovered. Instead, you get back to work and wave at Minghao with your free hand as if this were a routine predicament. Chan moans your name plaintively, but you just lean in again, this time making sure that your lips brush his ear when you speak. “What’s the matter, Chan? Gonna cum?”
You glide your palm down his shaft one last time and tug on the way back up, thumb pressing into the sensitive head. And that’s all it takes. The car sputters as it accelerates and you begin your rapid descent down the slide, water crashing into the car with a force only rivaled by his climax. Chan sees white and feels his stomach rise up to his chest, though he’s honestly not sure if that’s from the ride or your ministrations.
It’s not until you jostle him that he even realizes you’ve reached the bottom and the ride is over. He stumbles from the car, dazed and silent. You’re both soaked through and Chan really hates the sensation of wet clothes on his skin, but the endorphins of afterglow overtake anything else he should be feeling right now.
“Good thing we’re all wet or else someone might notice you had a really good time!” you joke as you lead him through the ride’s exit lane, waltzing along as if you hadn’t just jerked his soul straight from his dick only moments ago.
Despite your nonchalance, Chan spies how quickly you put your cap back on and pull down the brim when you pass the exit gate and the attendee guarding it. As you pass by, Chan notices in his peripheral that it’s Seungkwan again.
He doesn’t say a word, but Chan can feel the man’s eyeballs burning a hole in your retreating backs. Among the ambient park noise of Amped Up Autumn, he hears a voice through Seungkwan’s walkie talkie.
→ genre: smut, college au, crack
→ pairing: Joshua x Afab!Fem!Reader
→ synopsis: you have never been a person who turns down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kind of wish you were.
How do you start a challenge you didn’t even wanna take on in the first place? Obviously, this had all been your own fault. You could have easily said no to Jiwoo, but instead you had decided to say yes once again.
It drove you insane, the fact that Jiwoo had made Jisoo your first “target”. Not because he wasn’t cute, but because he was so cute. Even though you wouldn’t consider yourself someone who caught feelings quickly, Jisoo definitely had the potential to make you forget the task at hand.
genre: smut, mild fluff and mild comedy. minors dni.
warnings: monsterfucking, tentacles, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls stay safe), double penetration, male masturbation, oral sex (f rec), dirty talk, multiple creampies, brat!reader, switch!cheol, exhibitionism
word count: 3.4k
summary: neither you nor seungcheol expected to blow up twitter after your sex-nanigans. but that didn't stop you from meeting up again.
Author's note: happy halloween beloveds! this is the next installment of Vodka Slime. major thanks to @gyuwoncheol and @smileysuh for proofreading and screaming in my draft loves🥰
disclaimer: the twitter usernames used in the fic were randomly picked, any resemblance with real twitter usernames is 100% coincidental.
Fifty thousand followers. Fifty fucking thousand new people followed your Twitter account within a single night, all thanks to the two minute clip you uploaded before falling asleep.
Your head is spinning with shock and excitement, arousal coursing through your body as you read the retweets one by one.
“GIRL WHO IS THIS”
“monster cock at its FINEST”
“me when me when me WHEN”
“eating a brick wall as we speak”
“i’ve never felt more submissive and breedable in my life before”
You giggle every time you scroll down, biting your thumbnail and kicking your feet like a kid who did something naughty. Although you’re not a kid anymore, your tendencies are definitely on the naughty side.
As if on cue, you receive a message from Seungcheol, who also retweeted your post on his account.
cherry_csc: we really caused a ruckus huh
You rapidly type back.
prettylilfreak: ikr ppl were STOKED
You receive another message from him.
cherry_csc: we can always make another one yk?
cherry_csc: if you’re down i’m down too
You rub your thighs at the thought of fucking Seungcheol (and his tentacles) again, but this time, you’re not 100% sure about filming it.
prettylilfreak: why don’t we discuss it over brunch? i know a place that makes mean choco waffles
prettylilfreak: unless aliens are allergic to waffles or smth
cherry_csc: if i told you i have never eaten waffles before would you believe me?
prettylilfreak: i’ve seen worse from you tbh
cherry_csc: ok fair point
cherry_csc: send me the address and the date, i’ll be there
prettylilfreak: cool, see you soon <3
You search for the restaurant and book a table for two, sending the info of the reservation to Seungcheol a few seconds later. You close your phone and let it plop down next to your pillow. You lay flat on your bed with a stupid grin on your face, your insides still squelching with need.
You turn your head towards your nightstand and open the last drawer where you keep all of your toys.
Just a quick one won’t hurt, you think and grab the tentacle-shaped dildo, licking your lips.
If only it was as good as the real thing.
“Damn, these waffles are really amazing.” Seungcheol gulps down a hefty bite of his choco waffles.
“I told you so! They are delicious.” You mirror his actions.
“Although I think you taste better than the waffles.” He sends you a wink and you nearly choke on your food.
“Damn, no need to die from waffles!” He passes you a glass of water and you drink it all in one go.
“And there was no need to spit out stuff like that without warning!” You try to clear your throat.
“Sorry, that wasn’t my intention.” He rubs his neck awkwardly.
“Waffles and choking aside, I think we should pick up the conversation from where we left it off.”
“You mean the Twitter DMs? Sure, I’m all ears.” Seungcheol wipes his lips with a paper towel.
“So, about that….I must admit that I had one hell of a time with you that night, and…”
“And?”
“And I definitely wouldn’t mind if we repeated it.”
Seungcheol licks his bottom lip seductively.
“But I have a condition.”
“Name it.”
“I don’t want to film anything for my account.”
Seungcheol’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Oh. I certainly didn’t expect that.”
“Are you disappointed?” You toy with your fingers.
“What? No, of course not! It’s your account after all, you’re calling the shots in the end.” He reassures you. “Can I ask why though?”
“Let’s just say that I want to….experiment with you.” You rest your face between your palms.
“Experiment? What are you, a NASA researcher?”
“No, but you left some unanswered questions and I want answers.”
“Oh, so that’s what it is about.”
You smack your lips. “I’m glad you catch on quickly, it saves me a lot of talking.”
“You need to clarify some things first, sweetheart.”
“I’m not so sure about that, Seungcheol.”
“I beg to differ, doll.” He purrs the petname on purpose and you feel a chill running down your spine.
You stuff your mouth with more waffles, chomping on them like a starved animal to avoid answering to Seungcheol.
“You’re so stubborn, but I guess that’s part of your charm.” He plays with his bottom lip as he watches the cutlery in your hands move with light speed.
“Eat as much as you can, doll. You’re gonna need a lot of energy for later.”
The fork and knife fall from your hands and clack on the plate as you try your best to swallow the bite in your mouth.
“You….need to be restrained.” You point your finger towards his face in a menacing way.
“Hmm, I can think of a way.”
“What is that supposed to mean?!”
“You can always fuck around and find out.”
You stare at the smirking man in front of you, contemplating his indirect proposal.
“You motherfucker.”
“How the fuck do you afford an apartment like this?!” You yell as soon as you enter Seungcheol’s home.
“I might be an alien, but I’ve been on Earth for over a decade. I think it’s enough time to learn how to make money.” He replies as he takes off his shoes and jacket.
“I don’t think I want to indulge my curiosity about your personal life right now…” You mutter.
“I know you don’t, Y/N.” He grips your thighs and puts your legs around his waist, carrying you like this all the way to the bedroom.
“I guess your tentacles and cock aren’t the only strong parts of your body.” You grip his shoulders as he carefully lays you down on the double-sized bed.
“Not to brag, but I spend a lot of hours at the gym to keep myself in that shape.” He grins and rolls his hips against your crotch.
You suck a harsh breath through your teeth. “If you do this one more time, I swear to God I won’t be able to hold back.”
“That’s okay, doll. That’s why I’m here - To keep you in check.”
Seungcheol frees himself from the iron grip of your legs and straightens his back. You feel slightly intimidated by his muscular build, but the intimidation molds into heady arousal when he discards his clothes one by one, until he’s utterly naked.
“Your turn, baby. Take them off.”
“And what if I don’t want to?” You taunt him.
His voice grows stern. “Take off your clothes or I will rip them to shreds.”
You swallow thickly and take off your t-shirt, followed by your jeans. Your hands shyly creep behind your back and they toy with the clasp of your bra.
“There’s no need to be shy with me, Y/N.” Seungcheol kneels on the bed and cages your legs with his muscular thighs. “Now, take off the bra like a good girl.”
You exhale shakily and unclasp your bra, you slide the straps off your shoulders and remove it from your body, your nipples perking up.
“Perfect. So fucking perfect.” Seungcheol mutters before he pushes you towards the headboard and climbs on top of you.
“Don’t you want me to take off my panties?” You ask.
“Not yet, sweetheart.”
“Don’t you want to slide your big, mean cock inside my pussy, Cheol?” You pout your lips on purpose and roll your clothed pussy against his naked shaft.
“I don’t think it’s going to happen today, doll.”
“What? Are you kidding me? Then why the f-”
Seungcheol shushes you with his finger on your lips. “I’ll make it all worth it, I promise. Now, I want you to sit across the headboard. Can you do that for me?”
“You better keep your promise, otherwise I’ll block you from my socials!” You crawl on the other edge of the bed with a grumpy look on your face.
Seungcheol gets comfortable against the headboard. “This is barely our second time together, but I don’t plan on dumping you, Y/N.”
You roll your eyes. “The way I’ve heard the last part so many times from other men.”
“First of all, I am not a feeble human, even if I have human appearance. And most importantly…” His tentacles appear from his back and slide around his thighs.
“No man would ever do the things I’m about to show you.”
“That sounds pretty ambitious to me, Cheol.”
“I am ambitious, doll. And meeting like-minded people strengthens my own ambitions.”
You flash a sultry smirk. "Good to know we're on the same page."
The tentacles keep gliding over Seungcheol's body, leaving a slimy trail on his skin.
"Remember when you asked me about my tentacles spitting stuff?"
"I do. And what about it?"
"Watch and you'll find out, doll."
You nearly gasp when two thick tentacles wrap around Seungcheol's thighs and hold them apart, exactly the same way your thighs were spread.
But he doesn't stop there.
Another tentacle binds his wrists above his head, rendering him completely helpless and exposed.
"Sheesh, didn't know you had an exhibitionism kink going on, Cheol." You rub your thighs together.
"I've never done this before, so consider yourself lucky."
"You've never jerked yourself before?"
"More like I've never used additional help to jerk off before."
Two more tentacles appear in front of him, one morphing into a literal fleshlight and the other approaching his rim dangerously.
"Are you sure you wanna do this, Cheol?"
"One fucking hundred percent, doll."
The fleshlight engulfs Seungcheol's cock completely and the other tentacle slides into his hole simultaneously, making him cry out in pleasure.
"H-Hah, ah, f-fuh…."
"Shit, Cheol, that's-"
"Nothing I cannot handle, s-sweetheart."
He bites his bottom lip when the fleshlight starts sucking his cock and the other appendage thrusts in his ass rather strongly.
You never expected him to pull off this stunt and truth be told, it has you soaking through your panties and clenching around emptiness.
He's struggling to keep his eyes open from how good his own tentacles are making him feel - sweat has started to form on his forehead and neck, his skin turning glossy.
"Does it feel that good?" You ask him, rubbing your thighs together.
"Stop pretending to be sympathetic, I know you enjoy w-watching me like this." Seungcheol groans as he digs his nails into his palms. "But yeah, it f-feels good." His thighs jolt with each thrust and suck delivered by the tentacles occupying his sensitive spots.
You're certain the fabric of your panties has turned into second skin from how much you've soaked them and you haven't even been touched yet. This is the first time you're affected by a man to this degree and you almost feel embarrassed. Almost.
"Fuuuuck, that shit is so good." Seungcheol leans his head back and his puffy lips fall apart, deep moans filling the room with the same speed his tentacle is filling up his hole. The fleshlight picks up the pace and starts sucking his cock harder and his hips buck up, but the slimy restraints keep him down effectively.
"A-Are you cumming, Cheol?" You ask him, "Because I might do so, untouched."
"Don't you fucking dare." He growls at you for a split second, but his expression forms into one of pure bliss as he finally reaches his climax, loads of cum being milked from his cock.
You fist the sheets beside you and bite your bottom lip to suppress your whines as you watch Seungcheol lose control thanks to his own tentacles, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to calm down from his intense orgasm. The tentacle that was torturing his hole retracts slowly and your eyes fixate on the slimy residues all over his cock and ass. The restraints on his wrists and thighs disappear as well and his arms drop down on his sides with a loud groan.
Blond hair streaks are stuck on his forehead, sweat is dripping down his chest and his breaths are ragged and heavy.
But his gaze still lingers on you.
"That was….fucking insane."
"I take it you…. enjoyed the show, doll?"
You spread your legs and show him your drenched panties, a low whistle blowing from his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I don’t want to sound greedy or anything but… I’m kind of suffering here.” You point towards your pussy and he gives you a lopsided smirk.
“I know you are. But worry not, the real fun starts now, Y/N.”
Seungcheol snaps his fingers and two tentacles attach themselves around your ankles, dragging you directly in front of him. You yelp when he puts his hands on your waist and he flips you over with little effort, propping your ass up and pushing your waist down.
He runs his hand from your waist to the curve of your ass. “Mmm, that’s a pretty arch you have, baby.”
He squeezes your flesh and gives it a sharp smack, a gasp echoing in the room. You wince away from him, but his hand on your waist keeps you in your place.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me already!” You whine in defeat.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“I don’t care! I just want you to fill me up until I can’t think straight anymore!” You shake your ass in an attempt to entice him.
“I can definitely do that, doll.” Seungcheol uses both hands to rip your panties apart and throw them on the floor. He pries your lips apart with his thumbs and hisses when your slick runs down from your entrance and glides on your clit.
“But I might have to get a taste of that pussy before fucking it.”
He catches your honey with the tip of his tongue right before it falls on the sheets and moans at the taste of it. He slowly rolls the tip around your bundle of nerves and you bite the sheets to muffle your noises.
“I want to hear your voice, Y/N. It’s unfair to hear it only through your twitter posts and not directly from you.” He actually begs you and it has you keeling over.
“What’s unfair is you trying to beg me to moan, when you know I can’t resist your pleas, Seungcheol.” You grumble, yet you push your ass closer to his face. “Now, I would like you to use your pretty mouth to- AH!”
Seungcheol grips your ass and smothers his face in your drenched cunt, his tongue rubbing your clit and his nose nudges your hole. You can feel the curves of his lips savoring your juices and you can hear the sloppy noises they create - pure music to your ears.
“So, mmfh, fucking delicious…” He purrs against your pussy, “Makes me wanna - umffh- keep you by my side forever.”
Your walls clench harder than before and so does your heart - but you choose to shove that piece of information in the back of your head. It’s a bit early for that, you think.
You let out a particularly whiny moan when he circles his tongue around your hole and he laughs when more of your slick gushes out, but this time, he lets it drip down on his lap.
“I don’t know what’s messier, my tentacles or your pussy?”
“S-Shut up!”
He slaps your ass. “Don’t talk back to me, doll.”
“Or what? You’re gonna rail me until I pass out?”
Seungcheol clicks his tongue in annoyance and musters the strength he has left in his thighs to climb on top of your body, as if he’s about to mount you. Your breath hitches in your throat when he plants one hand next to your head and uses the other to pull your head back.
“That is actually a wonderful idea, sweetheart.” His lips barely touch the shell of your ear, but his voice is enough to make your spine shudder.
You open your mouth to give him a snarky reply, but the oxygen is knocked out of your lungs when two of his tentacles fill up your ass and pussy without warning, fitting tighter than a glove. He lets go of your hair and cages your wrists with his hands, rendering you immovable.
“See what happens when you talk back to me, doll?”
“F-Fuck, s-so f-full….”
“Yeah? You have no idea how full you’re gonna be after I’m done with you.”
You can feel his cock resting on your ass and twitching with need.
"Remember when you asked me if my tentacles can spit stuff?"
"Y-Yeah?" You try to keep your brain intact, but the tentacles thrusting in your holes make it hard for you.
Seungcheol presses his lips right behind your ear and sucks on your earlobe. His voice has dropped to a mere whisper.
"They do and it's all mine."
Your eyes start fluttering when you feel his thick cock slide between your cheeks and fuck them as if he was really fucking your pussy - even if he somehow does it.
The tentacles ram you almost violently, the little suckers gliding against your walls. You're at Seungcheol's mercy, unable to move, unable to think and unable to form coherent sentences - just a pretty little toy for a hot alien and his slimy tentacles.
And you fucking love every single second of it.
"C-Cheollie, I wanna cum! Please!" You cry out, hands fisting the bedsheets.
"Yeah? You're close, sweetheart?"
"Fuck, I am!"
"Go on then, let go for me." He kisses your temple and fucks your asscheeks harder.
You finally cum and it hits you like a raging waterfall, your entire body shaking and trembling like an autumn leaf trying to stay on the tree before it's blown away.
"Hang in there, doll, we're almost t-there." Seungcheol's ragged breath fans over your cheekbone, his hands letting go of your wrists to grip your waist.
His tentacles come to a halt and throb inside you, pumping your holes full of his cum, until a few drops start slipping out.
Fresh tears run down your cheeks when the tentacles detach from your holes, wincing when the sticky mess flows out of you. Your moans are growing louder every time Seungcheol's pelvis slaps against the curve of your ass, his nails digging in your skin.
"Such a great fucking ass, all mine to fuck, ugh!" He throws his head back as he cums, splashing his load all over your back and ass, painting it white. He pumps his cock with his hand a few times before smacking the tip over your ass.
"Cheol…..I can't move…" You pout your lips tiredly.
"I know, baby, I know." He gets up and pats your head before disappearing from the room.
A few minutes later, he comes back with a clean towel and the feeling of the soft cotton wiping you clean from the sticky mess covering your back and private parts almost puts you to sleep.
"Hey, don't fall asleep yet, I need to actually wash you." Seungcheol gently rubs the towel over your spent holes.
"Will you carry me to the bathroom?"
He lets out a chuckle. "Well, it's not like I have any other choice, since you technically can't walk."
"I wonder whose fault is that, huh." You mumble against the mattress.
"I'm sorry, doll." Seungcheol swipes your hair away from your face, "Although I did enjoy fucking you dumb."
You support your upper half on your arms. "To be completely honest, I really enjoyed it - hell, I asked for it."
He catches your lips in a short yet gentle and sweet kiss, melting into his pillowy lips.
"We can always-"
"Repeat it?"
"No," Seungcheol picks you up in bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. "I mean, I would love to, but I would prefer to take you out on a proper date first."
"Oh? I didn't know aliens had romantic tendencies." You joke.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Y/N. And I'm pretty sure there are lots of things I don't know about you."
"Are you saying you actually want to get to know me better?"
"Yes. To put it with your words, I'd like to experiment with you."
You look away purposefully. "I might be a tough formula to crack."
He carefully puts you in the bathtub and kneels in front of you, his eyes meeting yours.
warnings: praise, dirty talk, mentions of incubus powers, unprotected sex (stay safe), creampie, sub!reader, dom!shua, religious imagery and defilement (again), making out, manhandling, spanking, squirting, overstimulation, hair pulling, mentions of blood and murder
word count: ~1.4k
summary: keeping up the appearances to deceive humans is joshua's expertise. but you have become the perfect apprentice, the mask of innocence bearing no cracks for the humans to gaze upon.
Author's note: hello beloveds <3 had a sudden burst of inspo thanks to the shua pics from the latest fansign and decided to expand a little on Fall From Grace :)
Another Sunday, another successful preaching from the altar.
A few months ago, Joshua was gagging at the idea of faking the role of a young and kind priest, devoted to God and His words.
But now? After exposing himself to you and defiling you in a way only his kin know best, his daily life has become way more interesting.
It’s as if the bells of Apocalypse have rung in the Heavens and the archangels decided to send horde after horde of angels to execute him. Yet every single attempt has proven futile, with the heavenly creatures ending up lifeless in a pile of blood and pearly white feathers or breathless and full of his seed.
What’s even more amusing to him is that none of the puny humans around him have caught wind of his true nature.
“Hm. How foolish.” He chuckles to himself as he closes the small Bible in his hands. He goes to the small room where he keeps his robes and the rest of the books he uses for various ceremonies and other church activities.
Speaking of activities, he still despises the choir sessions. The gospels echoing from the mouths of the choir members and bouncing off the walls of the church always give him a headache, to the point of nosebleeds.
However, seeing some of the girls attend the choir just to ogle at him and purposefully wait during after hours to talk to him in private or for…other matters makes the whole choir experience a little more tolerable.
“Aren’t you tired of fooling around with these human weaklings, Joshua?”
You stand against the closed gates, leaning your back on the heavy wood.
Joshua’s lips curl into a wicked smirk. “Good evening, my dear. What brings you here tonight?”
“You know fully well why I’m here, you demonic creature.” You walk towards the altar and reach in front of him.
“Ah, of course. You want revenge for losing your status, don’t you?”
“Not just that.” You grit your teeth.
“What else then?” He asks, feigning innocence.
You gulp audibly, shame washing over your body when you remember the first time you let him ravage you like prey caught in a trap.
You lift your shirt and lower your pants just enough to show him the two incubus tattoos engraved on your lower pelvis - a small heart surrounded by thorns and a star underneath their junction, connecting to another, larger heart with horns protruding.
Joshua licks his lower lip hungrily. “So that is what you’re talking about.”
“You need to remove this, now.” You demand with a steady voice.
“I’m afraid I cannot do this, sweetheart.” He glues his eyes on you, irises glowing red. “The marks of an incubus are permanent once placed upon another body.”
“Liar, you were the one who put those marks in the first place! You must know how to take them away!” You raise your voice at him.
“The only way to not have these marks is to withstand and push away the charms of an incubus, Y/N. And as far as I remember, you did nothing of the aforementioned.”
You feel your body lighting up on fire all of a sudden, heat starting to pool in your panties. No, he can’t be right.
“That’s the Gaze. Once someone looks at you lustfully, your entire body is immediately aroused.” Joshua explains.
“M-Make it stop.” Your voice comes out weaker than it was supposed to.
“I can make it stop for a while. But are you sure you want me to, pretty angel?”
You barely manage to suppress a whimper before pulling Joshua’s body flush to yours, smashing your lips to his with a carnal fervor.
The last time you experienced this type of fervor was when he exposed his true nature to you.
Joshua moans in your mouth and wraps his tongue around yours, his arms grabbing your waist to manhandle you towards the altar.
He breaks the kiss and pins you on the sacred place, tracing his fingers over the larger mark.
“The one below is Trigger. There are two phrases I can say to you, each one with different effects.”
“W-What phrases are they?” You ask meekly.
“I already used the first one, angel. It was just to make you a tad bit hornier. The other one will just seal the deal.” He takes off his robes and reveals his chiseled body, along with his demonic horns.
“Joshua, s-stop making me beg already!” You kick your legs at him, but he grabs them by your thighs and reaches for the hem of your pants, pulling them down until they are completely off your body.
“That will happen too, sweetheart. But I wanna have fun with you first.”
He turns you around and pushes your head down on the altar, running his hands over the curve of your ass.
“For a fallen angel, you have an ass that would make even a succubus jealous.” He spanks your ass twice and then runs his hands over your back, raising your shirt to expose the scars on your back, where your wings once existed.
“You have been so good at blending in with the humans here and attending church every Sunday like a good little lamb, listening to my preachings as if I was your God.”
You let out a loud moan as you clench around emptiness, wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Joshua rips them in half with his hands and takes out his cock, rubbing the tip between your folds.
“Shua, please, fuck me, please!” You grip the edge of the altar, begging for something inside you.
Joshua lets out a deep chuckle. “Can’t deny you when you beg so prettily.”
He slams his cock inside you with one fluid thrust, your thighs shaking from feeling full in a split second.
“You’re taking me even better than last time, little angel. I’m impressed.” He leans his torso on your back, caging you between the cold surface and his body. “You are just so good at everything, aren’t you?”
“T-Thank you, thank you so m-much, Shua.” You answer between short sobs, body jerking forward with each thrust he delivers.
“It’s so rewarding to see you don the pretty mask of the kind newcomer who is so pure and innocent, as if you were the new guardian angel of this town.” He grips your hair and pulls it violently. “Only for me to crush it into millions of pieces every night on this damn altar, like I’ve done with your former brothers and sisters.”
Under different circumstances, you would have driven a blade of Empyrean steel through his skull, but the nearly mind-numbing pleasure has made you a pliant mess in Joshua’s hands.
And you consciously love it.
It could be the marks on your body, but ever since you fell from Heaven, you’ve been craving his touch, his gaze, his voice, his everything.
“There is something about you that makes me want to keep you for myself, away from any living being, be it human, angel or even demon.” He admits between pants, a clear signal of his impending orgasm.
“S-Shua, I- n-”
“I know, angel, I know.” He pants and lets go of your hair to wrap his arms around your torso and lift it off the altar, flush to his chest.
“I’m cumming!” You scream on top of your lungs, voice echoing in the empty church as you reach your climax and squirt all over the altar. Joshua doesn’t stop pistoning his hips against your ass, overstimulating you on purpose.
“You look so hot when you make a mess in God’s house, little lamb.” He moans in your ear and cums inside you, painting your insides white with his load. His hand caresses the glowing womb tattoos, the red sheen matching the one emitting from his hellish eyes.
You turn your head around and kiss him, teeth and tongue messily clashing with each other.
“I c-cannot see God anymore.” You confess breathlessly.
Joshua gives you a sardonic smile as he slips out of you and rolls you on your back so you can face him in all of his glory, his cum staining your legs.
warnings: religious imagery, hierophilia, corruption kink, dacryphilia, use of the petname angel, degradation, creampie, manhandling, reader is a virgin
word count: ~1.6k
summary: Priests are said to be the preachers of God’s word, keeping their lambs to the path of light. But a certain priest is able to make even the messenger of God fall from grace.
The residents of the small town are leaving the church one by one, most of them exchanging wishes for the holidays, some of them lighting a last candle before exiting…and some of them sharing the gratitude to the young priest.
“Our town is so blessed to have you, Father Joshua”, the mayor gives him a heartful handshake. “Please, Sir, you can call me Joshua, I’m not even that old”, the priest lets out a laugh. “He’s right, Dad! Can’t you see that you’re making him uncomfortable?”, the mayor’s daughter chimes in, “Besides, he’s probably around my age, he could be your son”, she adds, batting her eyelashes towards Joshua, hoping the man would give her the attention she desires carnally.
“Sweetheart, please behave”, the old man reprimands the lady with a cough. “So, Fath- Joshua, would you like to join us for dinner tonight? We would love it if we could have you in our company on this holy night”, the mayor’s wife asks, hoping to receive a positive answer.
{You were a good girl, but good girls also carry the weight of their sins. You just need to release that weight to be pure again}
{Word Count: 1850}
{Warnings: Pastor! Joshua x Virgin! reader, mentions of religion, talks of purity, slight innocence kink, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), piv penetration, very light name calling, theyre not in a relationship so theres no lovey dovey aftercare}
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“Y/N?” A woman’s voice called out from across the small room “Pastor Hong will see you now.”
The woman gave you a small smile as she retreated back behind her wooden desk.
Nodding towards her you stood up and crossed the room. You had been coming to this church for years now, meeting with Pastor Hong to help alleviate the burden of your sins every week. It was humiliating at first, telling him every intimate thought you had, every sin that crossed your mind and threatened your purity, but Pastor Hong was more than willing to help you.
You turned the handle to his office and walked in.
"Hello Y/N." His sultry voice sounded from behind his wooden desk, robed figure standing up to greet you.
He looked good, too good. Just looking at him filled your body with anticipation. You knew these feelings were sinful. You and Pastor Hong had many conversations about lust, but still you couldn't get the image of him out of your head, especially at night.
"Hello Pastor Hong." You smiled shyly at him as though to hide the thought flouting around in your pretty little head.
"So" he said while motioning for you to sit down across from him "What brings you in today?"
"I've been having...thoughts...again" You stuttered over your words, evading eye contact at any cost. Your cheeks burned in humiliation. No matter how much you talked about it you couldn't get past the humiliation you felt when talking about this.
Pastor Hong hummed is realization. You were a virgin, that he knew, and virgins often didn't know what to do with their lustful feelings.
"I think i have just the thing for you Y/N, why don't you come over here." Pastor Hong scooted his chair back and patted his thigh, smiling sweetly at you.
Nervously shaking you stood up and came over to him. He grabbed your hips with gentle, yet firm, hands and lowered your aching cunt down onto his thigh. You placed your hands sweetly on his broad shoulders for support and moaned a sigh of relief at the feeling of his thigh between your legs.
"Okay pretty girl, you know what to do." Still smiling that smile at you, Pastor Hong laid back in his chair to let you do what you needed to. He knew you just needed to get the painful feeling out, and he had been helping you with that ever since you first came to him, however you had only grown needier as time went on. He was starting to think you needed a little something more to truly feel relief.
You were grinding down on the strong muscle of his thigh, the fabric of his robe bringing much needed friction to your clit. the back and forth motion of your hips was causing tension to build in your belly.
"Tell me Y/N. Tell me every sinful thought in that pretty little head of yours."
You were burning up, hips picking up speed at his lewd words and lustfilled voice.
"I want to feel good. I want to get rid of the pain." You groaned, you were so inexperienced you didnt even know what it was you wanted exactly, just that you wanted to experience it with him.
"Show me." He breathed, watching you with darkening eyes. He knew, ofcourse, what you wanted. You were practically begging for him to stuff you full with his cock, but he wouldn't give in so easily.
Offering you his hand Joshua watched as you guided him to where you wanted him most. You were wet, almost dripping down his thighs as he pushed his fingers through your puffy folds. When he looked down he noticed that his robe was covered in your juices.
Joshua groaned at the sight. "Looks like someone has been feeling extra sinful recently" he snickered "Well be taking care of that wont we, Y/N?"
He guided his hingers through your soaked cunt, collecting your wetness on him before pushing two of his long digits into your entrance. The fit was tight, your much smaller fingers did very little to stretch you out, and the added length felt incredible. You were still straddling him as you began grinding down onto his fingers, so unbearably desperate for release. Joshua began curling his digits into your front wall.
Wet sounds echoed all throughout Pastor Joshua's office as you fucked yourself on his fingers. Your sweet moans were like music to his ears as he watched your blissed out expression in awe. There was no one like you, no one, and Joshua wanted to show you that you were special.
Without warning Josua pulled his fingers out of you. "Get up for me Y/N I wanna show you something new."
Confusion written across your face you followed his lead. Joshua's strong arms picked you up easily, and placed you gently on his table. He placed his hands on the insides of your thighs and pushed them apart slowly. Like this you were presented to him, wet cunt splayed out for his eyes only.
Lust hung heavy in the room, weaving between the two of you like a spell. You were overcome with need as Joshua lowered his face to meet your core.
"So wet for me darling" Joshua whispered "So ready to be fucked"
And then he was on you, the tough muscle of his tongue tracing circles on your throbbing clit. Joshua took in your smell, so tangy and sweet and all for him. No one besides him had touched you like this before and his cock twitched at the thought. He knew it was wrong to feel this way, but for you Joshua would sin a million times over.
You groaned at the foreign feeling, hands entangling messily in his hair as you took every thrust of his tongue in your cunt. one hand placed on your thigh and the other continuing its onslaught to your clit, Joshua made you feel more than you had ever felt.
You were a mess of moaning, incoherent words and Joshua's name falling loosely from your lips. It was too much all at once and suddenly you were spasming around his tongue.
Joshua helped you ride out your high, licking up every last drop that you were willing to give him and more. He didn't stop until you were writhing in overstimulation from his tongue.
"Mmphh-- Pastor Joshua" You groaned "Need more." You were already riled up again. You didn't know what it was you wanted just that you wanted more, anything Joshua was willing to give you, you'd be willing to take.
Joshua's eyes darkened at your please for him. He wanted you, here and now. Joshua dragged your limp body to the end of the table and stood between your still shaking thighs.
"Don't worry baby, m-gonna make you holy again."
you looked down at him from where you laid on his table. Pushing against his robe was the outline of his incredibly hard cock. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted him. needed him like you needed water. The two of you had gotten by on you riding his thigh for too long and now you couldn't take it anymore.
"Do you want this, Y/N?"
You didn't even have to think "Yes, please. Need it so bad!" your back arched off the table in anticipation.
Joshua growled at the sight of you so ready for him, offering yourself to him like this. His eyes stayed glued to you as he worked his cock out of the fabric of his robe. He was already leaking precum, the clear drops dripping from his harsh pink tip. He gave himself a few pumps before pushing his length at your entrance.
You gasped, the feeling of him was painful. You had never seen a cock in person before, but you could imagine that he was on the much bigger side. Joshua stroked your thighs gently as he pushed his way inside of you, soft coos leaving his lips any time you winced in pain.
After a few long minutes of effort, Joshua was buried completely inside of you. The stretch was painful, but amazing. It was as though you could feel every inch of him, every vein and curve of his length as he began slowly thrusting his hips against yours.
You were so incredibly tight, so wet and willing to take his cock, and Joshua could barely stand it. He felt like a hypocrite, always relieving your sins while his weighed heavy on him. His lust for you had grown big, and now that he was buried in you he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Hold onto something Y/N"
The unusually deep cadence of Joshua's voice snapped you out of your trance as you processed his words. hold onto something? What could he possibly mean by--
You didn't have the time to finish that thought as Joshua picked up the speed of his hips. He was thrusting into you like a man starved. His balls slapping against you ass each time he entered you.
You were in heaven. Each pass of Joshua's fat tip against your g-spot had you seeing stars and you could tell you were close to cumming again.
"Cum for me Y/N. Cum like the slut we both know you are."
Oh.
You knew Pastor Joshua's words were true. You were a slut for him, that's why you made the trip to see him every week. Who were you kidding, its not cause you wanted to be made holy. You wanted him to fuck you all along.
You were cumming, tight pussy pulsing around his hard length until the feeling was too much for him and he was shooting his cum into you. His load was almost impossibly big, but your little cunt took all of it, milking him until he was completely dry.
Joshua collapsed on top of you in a heap of effort, spent after finally getting what he wanted with you. You breathed against each other waiting for your heartrates to drop back to normal.
Once they finally did the two of you pulled apart. Joshua looked so handsome that you couldn't help but reach out to touch him, pushing back the sweat-slicked strands of his hair from his forehead.
You looked so beautiful under him. So sweetly touching him after what he had done with you that he couldn't take it. He was kissing you, soft lips caressing yours, he still tasted faintly of your cum.
He pulled apart from you after a while. "I have another meeting soon, you should probably go" he looked regretful even as he said it, almost as though you leaving was the last thing he wanted.
He helped you off the desk and carefully dressed you back up in your clothes. You were about to grab the doorknob before you heard his voice from behind you.
"Same time next week?" He looked hopeful as you looked back at him.
"Yes. See you next week, Pastor Hong."
And with that you were exiting the small office, already smiling in anticipation for your next session.
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{Author's Note}
As someone with alot of religion-induced sexual repression, i think this is completely justified LMAOOO (the christian girl to smut writer pipeline is so real). religious trauma is a crazy thing cause way was i contemplating my morality at the ripe age of 12?!?
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