❧Starring: Fan Artist! Hongjoong, Fanfic Writer! Wooyoung, Fanboy! San, Idol Member! Reader ft Actor! Seonghwa
❧Summary: In which Fleur starts her acting career, Woosan totally ship her with her co-star and 'Mingi' almost exposes himself. Hongjoong’s just along for the ride
❧Rating: 18+ MDNI
❧Warnings: conversations of smut including praise kink and degradation kink, references to hongjoong's nsfw fanart
Word Count: 442 (small written amount)
❧Genre/Au: Crack, idol reader! x non idol members au, smut/smau
❧A/N: thank you to that random anon asking if there would be more of this and to @smallfrye for helping me with so much 🥺 Also please remember Fleur aka 'you' is pretending to be 'mingi' aka her manager
❧Part 1 here | Part 2 here | Reference to Wooyoung's Mommy Kink fic from Hongjoong's nickname here
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written part
Your phone is blowing up with notifications from the brainstorming shared chat with Wooyoung, San and Hongjoong, making you wince. You’ve just finished some promotions for Faux Fling and you’re dying to know what your friends think. But Park Seonghwa, your co-star, was hanging around still and you couldn't afford to look at the chat while he was around.
“Someone’s popular,” Seonghwa noted the blasting of your phone.
You smiled mirthlessly. “That is why we’re here, is it not?”
Seonghwa pushed some hair behind his ear. “I suppose your popularity will add to the views.”
You fake-laughed. “That’s such a compliment coming from you, Seonghwa. I think I might faint.”
“Fleur, the car’s ready!” Mingi called out to you.
“Ah, there’s my manager.” Saved by the Mingi, once again. You bowed respectfully to Seonghwa and practically ran to Mingi’s side.
You took his arm and clung to him. “Mingi-yah, do you think we could stop for some treats at the convenience store? To bring home to the girls?”
Mingi smiles sweetly. “That’s sweet of you.”
The treats are actually to distract your group mates so that you can spend some precious time on your phone with your friends--your fans--to get the scoop.
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written part
You let out a groan of frustration and fell back to your bed. One of your bandmates poked her head in to check on you.
“Seonghwa still giving you grief? How you made it through the entire filming of that drama without killing him is still a mystery to me.”
“Me too,” You grumbled to yourself.
“At least the fans like it?” Your member plopped down beside you. She waved her phone screen in front of your face and your eyes widened.
“You’ve got a secret Twitter account?!” You exclaimed.
Your younger member rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. I know you do too, don’t even pretend that you don’t. But look!”
You quickly scrolled through the comments, heart jumping at all the positive feedback from your fans. You sighed in relief when you didn’t see any posts from San or Wooyoung or Hongjoong. That would be hitting it a little too close to home, if you were being honest. You weren’t quite sure how you’d feel if you knew your member had dipped into the thirsty side of your fandom.
“Guess I can endure a bit more of Seonghwa until the promotions are done,” you admitted.
Your member threw her arms around you. “You’re doing great, Unni, fighting!”
It was going to take a whole lot more than ‘fighting’ to get you through Wooyoung’s biker prequel. Especially if he asked you to beta read it like last time.
Summary: At first, you thought it would be too silly to go through with, yet here you are being railed by your “professor”.
Pairing: Younghoon x fem!reader
Tropes: established relationship au
Genre: smut
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: language
Smut Warnings: roleplay, unprotected sex, faux power dynamics, dirty talk, praise kink, light impact play, creampie, clitoral stimulation
Word Count: 1,517
Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye
Note: I may or may not be making the full story of their background 🫣
Before You Interact
February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ Middle of the Night by Ellie Duhé
Younghoon never mentioned this fantasy out loud to you until after you weren’t in the class he TA’d for. When you met at the end of the beginning of last year, he maintained that boundary of normal student and TA to ensure that there wouldn’t be any bias in any sense of the class. Though, as the semester progressed, he found himself wanting to be around you more and more. Now, here you are nearly later, not in the class he TA’d for and happily dating.
When he first mentioned the idea of you playing a pretty little school girl while he played the professor, you didn’t know if he was serious or not. He held that boundary so strong for a full semester that you never could’ve imagined that he would want that. The more you thought about it, the more you had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it could be so hot. You always love seeing Younghoon in a crisp button-up and a tie. Something about it really makes you feral. Something about the power imbalance sounds just as enticing. On the other, you’re worried you’d feel ridiculous playing the role. There’s also the chance of you breaking character and destroying the scene as well which does not sound sexy in any sense. Over a few weeks of thinking, you finally start devising your plan to jumpstart this roleplay.
Younghoon is out for a class he’s TA’ing right now. While he’s out, you focus on getting yourself ready to fall into the mindset and appearance of the role you’ll be playing. A short skirt sits high on your hips. Your ass is covered, barely, by the edge of the fabric. You have a tight, cropped T-shirt on that your breasts nearly spill out of. The outfit has no sense of reality, but that’s just part of the fun.
Just as you finish putting on your lipgloss, you hear your apartment door click open and close again. Your belly fills with butterflies for a moment before you let out a sigh to cool your nerves. You walk out to the living room and see Younghoon hanging his jacket up. Immediately falling into your character, you shyly approach him.
“Hey baby– what’s this?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I know I didn’t do well on the last exam, professor.” You pout slightly, “Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”
You watch how Younghoon’s eyes darken at your appearance and words. He knows damn well what’s happening, and he’s loving every minute of it. He rolls his sleeves up and then crosses his arms over his chest. The sight of that alone has your underwear soaked.
“What did you have in mind, Miss? You know I can’t let you retake it, nor do I allow extra credit.”
“Could we step into your office?”
He nods with an expression you can’t read. The growing tent in his pants gives away his reaction, though. The ‘office’ is your shared study space. It’s the perfect space to use for this roleplay. You watch as Younghoon walks ahead of you, moving his hands to be in his front pockets. The sight of his broad shoulders in his button-up makes you more desperate than before. The moment you step into the room behind him, he shuts the door and turns the lock as if someone else could walk in. You keep your eyes trained on him as he moves around the room with a cool air. The moment he sits down in the desk chair, you let your eyes wander across his tall frame. You need him. Now.
“I think I have an idea as to what you would like to do to make up this failed exam to me.”
“Professor–”
Younghoon holds a hand up to tell you to stop talking, “You’re prancing around with your pussy practically on display for everyone. Your tits are falling out of your shirt. You want me to use your pussy to get a better grade, don’t you?”
“I was going to offer my mouth, but if my pussy is more desirable, I’ll let you fuck me.”
Younghoon gestures for you to come closer. When you do, his hand immediately moves to cup your pussy over your underwear. A small whimper escapes your throat. Younghoon looks up at you from his seat and smirks.
“It seems that you want me to use you. Take these off,” he says, toying with the seat of your underwear, “and then come sit on my cock.”
You nod fervently, and the moment he takes his fingers off of you, you work to shimmy your underwear off. You are about to take off your skirt, but Younghoon grabs your wrist.
“Maybe that’s why you failed the exam. You can’t follow directions. Do I need to teach you how to follow directions, sweetheart?”
“N-no, professor.”
“Good girl. Now, comes sit on my cock, pretty.”
You kneel down in front of him and undo his belt, followed by his button and zipper. Reaching into his slacks, you pull his cock out. He’s already hard, and you immediately go to take him in your mouth. A hand on your hair stops you, though. Younghoon places a finger under your jaw, guiding you to look up at him.
“Maybe you really can’t follow directions. You really should work on that, miss.” Younghoon tuts.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Younghoon hums noncommittally, “Show me that you are.”
You stand up again and climb into his lap. You hold his cock so you can guide yourself down on him. The wet sounds coming from your pussy combined with the stretch of him inside you, make a small moan escape your throat. This time, you listen and sit still until he tells you that you can move.
“That’s a good girl. Finally, following direction.” He smiles softly.
“May I move, professor?”
Younghoon nods, and you immediately start bouncing on his cock. Your pace is slow to start. The sounds you’re trying to keep quiet are already hard to hold back. Younghoon chuckles lowly and starts kneading your thighs. You look at him and see a small cocky smirk on his lips. A whimper falls from your lip as Younghoon starts to thrust up into you.
“Damn, I might just have to boost that grade.” He groans, “Your pussy is so tight and wet. You’re being such a good girl riding my cock. Let those pretty moans out.”
“Y– younghoon,” you whine, “I– ah!”
Your sentence devolves into a whimper when his hand lands against your ass. Your skirt is completely around your waist, and after calling his name rather than his title, you knew you were bound to get spanked. Your tits bounce in his face, miraculously still in your shirt somehow.
“What did you just call me? I am not your equal, pretty.”
“I- I’m sorry, sir!” You moan out an apology, “It won’t happen again.”
“Better not.” He growls back.
You continue bouncing on his cock, supplemented with Younghoon thrusting up into you. Your thighs start to quiver, and you collapse against his chest. Your only hope for sanity right now is hiding your face in his shoulder and gripping onto his previously neatly ironed shirt. Younghoon chuckles again, holding onto your ass with both of his large hands. He moves you to bounce on him again.
“You wanna cum?” He whispers in your ear, “I feel you clenching around me.”
“Please, sir. Wanna cum, please.” You babble against his shoulder.
“Make me cum first, pretty. This is your apology, isn’t it?”
You nod against his shirt. There’s absolutely makeup and drool on the white fabric, but at the current moment, neither of you cares. Younghoon continues saying filthy, pretty things in your ear. All coming to a low growly moan when he cums inside you. You gasp at the feeling of his cum flooding your pussy. Just as you start to whimper, wanting to cum as well, Younghoon slips a hand between your body to thumb at your clit. You grind against him; if he’s overstimulated, he isn’t letting it be known. You babble and moan out nonsense as your orgasm finally crashes into you. Younghoon presses small kisses to your neck and shoulder as you ride through and come down from your high.
“Thank you, baby.” Younghoon mumbles against your neck.
“Of course, Hoonie, I knew you wanted this, and I definitely enjoyed it too.” You respond voice slurred slightly from sudden exhaustion.
Younghoon hums quietly, making you pull your face away from his shoulder. He leans up and kisses you softly. Even if you’re still sat on his cock, he wants to ensure that you’re okay.
“You wanna get cleaned up and snuggle while we talk about our days?” He offers.
“That sounds like a dream right now.” You smile, “Round two in the shower?”
“You’re about to fall asleep, babe.”
You look at him with a glint in your eyes, “Whatever you say… professor.”
You’re at your sister’s wedding and you’ve had one or two too many drinks in your system. Your speech was on point of course but after that, it was all downhill. Your boyfriend just watched from a distance as you drunkenly dance with your sister’s best friend. Eventually, it came time for the bouquet toss and of course, your drunken self was all over it. You find yourself on the dance floor for the millionth time that night this time ready to catch that bouquet. You may have pushed some people out of the way but you did grab it out of mid-air and boasted about it. You stagger back to where Mark was seated to show him the bouquet waiting for him to congratulate you on your win. This congratulation never came though, he just laughed at you until he was blue in the face.
“Mark” you slurred “I caught the bouquet be proud of me”
“I am baby but you’re so drunk there’s no way not to laugh at you right now”
“Fine” you huff “I was going to ask you to marry me but you’re being mean. I’m just going to ask Lisa to marry me now”
“Alright, babe you do that. Neither of you will remember that in the morning, then I can properly ask you to marry me.” he smiled gently “Now let’s get you home before you cause any more chaos”
Happy Mark Lee day 🥺 I couldn’t help myself I needed to write something for him
“Mommy! It’s Daddy’s birthday!!” Rebecca bounces to where you’re drinking your coffee in the kitchen.
“I know baby, what do you want to do for him?” you ask placing your coffee mug down on the counter and picking her up.
“Could we make him a cake? I know daddy likes your baking very a lot.” the five-year-old asks playing with the hem of your shirt.
“Very much, silly girl” you correct her “And of course we can Becca! Why don’t you go get your brother, and we can get right on it, be sure not to wake your dad.” you giggle placing her back on the ground.
Note: this was supposed to be for his birthday but it’s late so sorry about that!!
You had been away for work for a few weeks now, it was absolutely torturous being away from Jungwoo for so long but you both knew it would help towards your goal of buying a house soon. Though you both could easily function on your own, you had the first two years of your relationship, it was odd to be separated for a while when you had been living together in a small apartment for the past year. You knew it was hard on him because now being in two different time zones it was hard to coordinate your nightly chats. He would rant to you or tell you about his day, you would do the same. But now you were asleep by the time it was only midday at home where Jungwoo is. So now here you are sitting at the desk in your hotel room writing him a letter. You had always been the type of couple to randomly leave notes around the house for each other but being out of the country you're missing finding random notes around regardless of what they say.
Signing the letter you finally put it in an envelope and then inside a pack envelope to ensure it was safe. On the outside cover in big red letters you write ‘Highly-Sensitive Information’, you smile to yourself before heading to the nearby post office to send it off, opting to have it sent as soon as possible despite the pricing. Luckily Jungwoo had texted you earlier telling you that he could call you and talk about your day with you. The moment you enter your hotel room your phone starts ringing and you see Jungwoo’s contact appear on your screen. Your chest fills with butterflies when you see it and quickly answer it.
Jungwoo’s face fills your screen and you can see that he most likely hasn’t gotten out of bed yet today just by the way his hair is frizzy and all over the place.
“Hi baby,” he smiles, getting comfy in bed again.
“Hi angel, why are you still in bed? Isn’t it like 3pm there?” you giggle.
“You said you wanted to talk about your day, we normally do that when we’re cuddled in bed. I wanted it to be as realistic as I can for you.” he explains sweetly.
So that’s just what you do, you “cuddle” and tell him about your day. You hardly realize how long you talk until you’re fighting your eyes to stay open. He tells you to go to sleep, you try to fight it for a while but eventually end up falling asleep still on the call with him. You’re still barely asleep when you hear him wish you a good night before hanging up.
You don’t get to hear from him often over the next few days because of your work schedule and his not lining up at all. By the third day of barely talking you get a call at about 2 in the morning. Without even looking at it you answer. Then you hear a sniffly Jungwoo on the other end.
“Baby, babu, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“I love you so much.” he says softly.
“I love you too babe, but why are you crying?”
“Highly-Sensitive Information,” and then it clicks, he got your letter, “I thought something happened to you, then I opened it to the most adorable letter I’ve ever gotten from you. I was so scared at first but then I saw what you wrote and melted. I love you so much baby. Never forget that. The minute you get home we’re getting married.”
“Jungwoo, sweet, I think you’re being a little emotional, we can’t just get married on the fly.”
“Why not? We’ve been together for three, almost four years, I’ve known I want to marry you for years now. Let’s just do it.”
You laugh at his sentimental state, “Okay baby, we can talk about it when I get back home. Pinky promise.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more, but it’s 2:30am, I need to get some more sleep before work later.”
“Okay, my love, sleep well.” he blows a kiss through the speaker, then hangs up.
Summary: Both of you know you need to finish this new song, but you both also need a way to decompress and feel close.
Pairing: Producer!Hongjoong x fem Producer!reader
Tropes: coworkers au
Genre: smut
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: mentions of work stress/deadlines, language
Smut Warnings: unprotected cockwarming, somnophlia, unprotected sex
Word Count: 844
Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye
Before You Interact
February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ Umbrella by Rihanna
You and Hongjoong have been holed up together in the studio for what feels like days. Nothing seems to work no matter what you do or how you change the track. You’ve stepped out to get food, but that’s the only time you’re not in the studio. You’ve slept here and eaten here for who knows how many days in a row at this point. Both of you know it’s not healthy to try to force creativity, but at the same time, you have a deadline to meet. You glance to your left, watching Hongjoong groan and throw himself back in his chair. He pushes his fingers through his hair, his large bicep tattoo fully on display as he does so.
“It still sounds wrong.” He groans, “Any ideas?”
You huff and rest your chin in your hand, “Nope… maybe we just need a break. We’ve been trying to figure this production out for days now.”
“We need to have this done by tomorrow. We can’t just give it a break.” Hongjoong reminds you.
The fact that you have to have this done tomorrow is definitely an issue. If you force a product out, it’ll be shitty, and you both know that. Hongjoong turns his chair toward you and sighs. You turn your gaze from the computer to him, still holding your head in your hand.
“You know what could be good inspiration?” He asks with a suggestive lilt.
“Hongjoong,” You say with a warning tone, “We shouldn’t do anything that won’t be appropriate for the workplace. The last thing we need is for someone to make an assumption about our relationship and–”
“Relationship, you say?”
You huff, “You know what I mean.”
“Last time we had a little fun, we wrote the song that topped the top 100 for two weeks straight.”
You hum, scanning his body for a moment, “That’s true.”
“Maybe we should do that again. It must be a lucky charm for us.”
“Joong…”
“And to think, they’ll never know who’s pretty moans are in the backtrack. That’s our little secret, isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow at you
You don’t need any further convincing. You turn your chair and climb into his lap. Hongjoong immediately wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight as you lean in for a kiss. You sit in his lap and make out for a while. The low, colorful lighting of the room only adds to the mood. Hongjoong guides you to grind against him as you kiss. Your hair falls in both your face and his. Neither of you cares about it. Even when a lock of your hair gets in the way of the kiss, it only gives Hongjoong a reason to hold your hair with one hand while the other continues to guide your hips.
Normally, when you and Hongjoong mess around, you get so lost in the moment you forget everything around you. Today, though, you just cannot shake the exhaustion. You pull away, still needy but very much filled with exhaustion.
“You okay, sweetie?” He asks, rubbing small circles into your hip bone.
You nod, “I’m just… tired… I know we’re both needy, but I’m so sleepy.”
Hongjoong smiles softly, “How about a nap then?”
“A nap? Right now? We were about to–”
Hongjoong pecks your lips, “We both need a rest. How about you just sit on my cock while we rest for a while.”
You smile back at him and accept his offer. You slip out of your clothing and climb back onto his lap. His cock is pulled out from his sweats. He pumps it a few times before gently telling you to sit on it. You sigh at the sensation and sink into his chest. Hongjoong wraps his arms around your waist tightly, burying his nose against the crook of your neck. It’s comfortable. You both needed this, even if you tried to deny resting at first. You both phase in and out of sleep for a while. When you wake up again, you find that Hongjoong has pulled the chair back to the desk. He’s clicking away, one headphone over his ear.
“Joong?” You mumble sleepily.
“You wake up? You’ve been mumbling random things to me in your sleep. It’s cute.” He explains, “I finally had a strike of inspiration.”
You sit up a bit and let out a small shaky sigh feeling the slight shift of his cock inside you. Hongjoong tries to suppress a groan as best as he can, but a small noise still escapes. You grind against him, enjoying the friction it grants you.
“You want me to fuck you, sweetie?” Hongjoong questions quietly.
“But you’re working. You have inspiration. You should work on it while you’re inspired.” You whine, voice still laced with sleep.
“We both know fucking makes the inspiration better.” He reminds, “Do you want me to fuck you, sweetie?”
“I’ll fuck myself on your cock while you work.” You compromise.
Hongjoong chuckles, “If you insist, sweetie. I’ll keep you updated with what I’m writing.”
This is such a comforting one in a way I didn’t know people needed but I’m so happy to provide 🥹 it’s time to schedule a good warming session with joongie
Summary: A friendly reminder: Don’t challenge your two large dog hybrid boyfriends
Pairing: Alaskan Malamute!Ming x fem Netherlands Dwarf Rabbit!reader x Bernese Mountain Dog!Yunho
Tropes: poly au, hybrid au, abo au
Genre: smut
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: abo dynamics, hybrids, polyamory
Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, knots, predator-prey play, dirty talk, pet names, nipple play, spontaneous female orgasm
Word Count: 1,154
Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye
Note: part of the Mr. Wolf universe
Before You Interact
February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ Paranoia by Kang Daniel
“It’s not like you guys could outrun me anyway.” You poke at your boyfriends, “I’m a bunny. Don’t they outrun dogs all the time?”
Mingi growls lowly, “Watch your tongue, cottontail.”
“Wanna test that theory, bun?” Yunho adds.
A shiver runs down your spine. Yunho’s eyes are dark as he stares at you. Something in the air has shifted. His typically smooth pine scent sharpens, and the undertones of dark chocolate become more present. Even though your eyes are fixated on Yunho, you can still smell Mingi. Your nose twitches as Yunho’s scent mingles with Mingi’s spruce and winter air scent. You glance at the hallway and debate your best course of action. Either you could stay here like a bunny trapped in the corner by big scary wolves, or you could find a hole, bolt down the hall, and make a game out of it.
The second option seems far more appealing. You turn your small upright ears to the side, listening to where Mingi is on your left. He isn’t moving, but you know his eyes are fixed on you. Yunho is directly in front of you, and he’s not budging any time soon. The space just to your right is wide open. If you move at the right time, you could easily make it down the hall and into your bedroom. Yunho’s eyes shift to Mingi for a moment. That’s the opportunity you needed. You bolt. You make it about halfway down the hall before you find yourself thrown over Yunho’s shoulder. In hindsight, you should’ve known better. Both your mates are dog hybrids, hunting dog hybrids at that. Mingi walks up to where you and Yunho stand in the hallway. One moment, your eyes are on the ground, Yunho’s fluffy dark brown tail also in your field of view. The next, you see Mingi. His finger is under your chin, making you look at him. He’s bent over slightly so as not to strain your neck too much.
“You wanted to play chase so bad. Let’s see how well our pretty little prey can handle the consequences.” He hums, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Again, I can outlast both of you. We all know bunnies last far longer than any dog can in bed.”
Yunho tugs your tail, making you squeak, “Let’s see if you’re still saying that when you’re hanging off our knots.”
Mingi finally moves his hand from under your chin and steps around Yunho to walk ahead of both of you into the bedroom. His spruce scent follows him in a waft of air. It makes your head spin with need. Your own scent must’ve sweetened because Yunho’s fingertips dig into the flesh of your thigh before following the other dog hybrid into your bedroom. You don’t even get a moment to process what’s happening before Yunho is throwing you onto your bed and quite literally ripping your clothes off your body. Mingi pulls you into his lap, his fluffy white and grey ears poking up out of his blonde and red messy hair. Your bare pussy against his joggers feels like both heaven and hell at the same time. You immediately start to grind against him. A low growl from him stops your motions. Instantly, you bare your neck to him, ears pinned back against your head.
“That’s a good little bunny. Listen to your alpha.” He smirks.
“M-mingi, please?” You whine.
“Please, what?” He teases, teeth gently grazing against your mating gland.
You whimper at the feeling of his sharp canines against the sensitive skin, “Need you inside me so bad.”
Your fluffy tail wiggles a bit in anticipation. Just as you think Mingi is going to sink his teeth into you. Your other mate, who has been relatively quiet since ripping your clothing off, pulls you from his lap. You’re sitting back against Yunho’s bare body. You can feel his hard member pressed against your back just beside your tail. Yunho lifts your body as if you weigh nothing and guides you to sit down on his cock. A loud moan escapes your lips as he starts to move you to bounce on his cock.
“That’s a good little bunny. So good for your alphas, aren’t you?”
You nod, “Feels so good!”
Yunho chuckles against the shell of your ear, “And to think, you were talking so big about how a little prey hybrid like you could outrun and out fuck us. You’re leaking slick, bun. You’re such a fucking mess.”
“Yun– alpha! Fuck!” You moan loudly.
Mingi stalks closer to you and smirks, his sharp, pearly white canines on display as he does so. He drops his head in front of your chest before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You squirm and whimper at the feeling of Yunho fucking you, combined with Mingi’s tongue swirling around the hard bud. His hand moves to stimulate your other nipple. You can’t help but bury your hands in his messy, dual-colored hair. The moment you do, he uses his free hand to grasp your wrist in one hand. You’re rendered completely helpless. Yunho’s knot starting to bump against your leaking entrance makes your mind completely blank.
“You gonna cum on Yunho’s cock, cottontail?” Mingi teases, his sharp teeth teasingly nipping at your nipple.
“Feels so–” You cut yourself off in a broken moan.
“So what, bun? You already that fucked out that you can’t explain yourself?” Yunho teases further.
You can’t hold back your orgasm anymore. Your body shakes, and your pussy convulses. As you ride out your high, Yunho pushes his knot into you. The feeling of him finally popping it in sends you into a second, much more unexpected orgasm. You feel tears start to roll down your cheeks at the intense feeling. Mingi’s teeth still tease your nipples as you come down from your high. Although Mingi didn’t get to knot you at the same time as Yunho, the cum on both his thighs and yours is evidence enough that he came at some point during your back-to-back orgasms. Mingi finally moves away from your sensitive chest and places kisses against your mating gland. You positively melt at the feeling. A moment later, Mingi’s lips are gone from your neck, and although you can’t see it, you can still hear him kissing. He kisses Yunho’s mating gland as well, and the other alpha growls at him half playfully. The sound of the growl has you whimpering and grinding against his knot.
“You’re fucking insatiable, bun. Is our pretty little prey hybrid desperate still?” Yunho tsks.
“Please?”
“Maybe I should give attention to that cute little clit of yours while you’re stuck on Yunho’s knot.” Mingi suggests a condescending hint to his tone.
🥀Summary: When a particular mission causes you to almost tip over the edge from hero to villain, Jongho is the soothing balm to take your stress away
🥀Kinks: size kink, manhandling, ripping of tights, finger sucking, fingering (f), soft!dom! Jongho, bratty!sub! Reader, oral (f), bdsm (use of the color system), spanking, stomach bulge, penetrative sex without a barrier, creampie
🥀Word Count: 1,529
🥀Betas: n/a
🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation/ Edging
“Jongho, put me down!” You screamed at your teammate.
“No.” Jongho’s voice was decibels deeper in his huge form.
“I will burn your hand if you don’t let me go!” You insisted.
Jongho, a superhero who could change his size depending on what was needed, currently had his hand wrapped around your waist. He was carrying you away from the fight that Hongjoong and Wooyoung were wrapping up. Hongjoong had commanded Jongho to take you away from the fight immediately. You were one step away from becoming a villain, and Hongjoong wasn’t about to let that happen.
“Then burn my hand,” Jongho said with a shrug that brought you higher into the air with the motion. “Hongjoong said you needed to cool down, so we’re going to the park’s lake.”
You froze in your struggles. Surely Jongho wasn’t serious? “He didn’t mean that literally!”
Jongho’s lips twisted into a smirk. “No, but you are a literal hot head, so we are playing it safe.”
You started to pound your fists on Jongho’s finger. “Let me go! I’ll bite you!”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Jongho chuckled deeply.
You sighed and gave up. “This is hardly fair.”
“Ember.” Jongho referred to you by your alias. “You took it too far back there.”
“Whatever,” you brushed it off, “The villains are getting captured and put away. That’s all that matters.”
Jongho shot you a look that said he knew better. “You let your anger get the better of you. You have to have more control since you’re so powerful.”
“Yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “Spare me the lecture. Just throw me in the lake.”
Jongho didn’t throw you in the lake, but he did take you back to HQ. With your consent and well being his top priority, he took you to his bed, and aimed to fuck some stress out of you.
Jongho made himself big to the extent of being seven feet tall. All his other features expanded to accommodate the height. His fingers were thicker and bigger. He could manhandle you like you were a blow-up doll, and you let him take advantage of the situation.
The first thing he did was shove two fingers into your mouth in order to keep your mouth from going. Then, while your tongue obediently swirled around the pads of his fingers, he rubbed his fingers against the slit of your clothed pussy. You hummed around his fingers as he made you feel damn good with his other hand.
“Are you doing okay, pretty?” Jongho leaned over to check in.
You nodded. Your tongue chased after his fingers as he pulled them from your mouth. Still, you knew the drill. You may be in the right headspace to focus solely on the pleasure growing between your legs, but you knew how important it was to be vocal during these sessions. “More, please,” you chirped happily.
Jongho shook his head but smiled happily. “Greedy guts.”
Jongho proceeded to pull aside the leotard that was part of your costume. He ripped the tights beneath, baring your cunt to the cool air of Jongho’s room. You whimpered as your aching pussy was exposed. The chill of the air against the wetness of your folds made you feel lewd and dirty. Jongho’s larger fingers, fresh from your mouth pushed against your folds and brushed your clit and you cocked your pelvis upwards to catch his fingers in the right places.
Jongho easily held your lower half down as he rubbed your leisurely. “So eager when you should be prepping yourself,” Jongho tsked at you.
“Jongho, manhandle me,” You whined.
Jongho sighed dramatically. “Fine.”
Jongho gripped each one of your thighs, hands wrapping completely around them, and he pulled your lower body upwards so that your body weight was braced by your neck. Your chin was touching your chest as Jongho held your upper body high in the air. Jongho’s tongue that was big enough width-like to practically sweep your entire pussy with one flick, lapped at you.
You squirmed at the feeling, looking to get both more of it and to get away from it. It was a lot of pleasure. “Jo-Jongho, softer.”
Jongho blushed. He was always worried about using his larger stature against you. “So-sorry,” He stuttered.
Jongho's tongue carefully poked at your hole and you groaned, arching your back uselessly to get the wet appendage further into your cunt. Jongho stretched your hole a few times with his tongue. Your mind was white noise at that point. “Oh god, oh shit, Jongho, fuuuucckkkk, that-that’s so, fuck, oh my god.”
Jongho pulled his tongue out from you to check in again. “Green or Yellow?”
“Green, oh my god, so green,” you rushed to confirm.
Jongho moved back so that he could let you lay on your back and rest your neck and back. He sat on the edge of the bed and then dragged you with a careful hand wrapped around one of your ankles. You squealed in glee as he manhandled you. Jongho laughed under his breath quietly.
“C’mere, pretty,” Jongho murmured.
Jongho lifted you by wrapping his hands around your waist. He maneuvered you to straddle his lap, legs bent, feet tucked under your ass. His eyes sought yours out to make sure you heard his words. “Gonna hold your arms behind your back and fuck you now, okay? If you want me to slow down or stop, you know your colors,” He instructed.
“Yes, Jongho,” you confirmed.
You were predisposed with rubbing your pussylips against Jongho’s length. He was so large that he put most ‘big’ dildos to shame. You loved him at this size for more reasons than Jongho would ever know. You loved to be stretched and filled, but more importantly, you enjoyed assuring Jongho that he wasn’t going to hurt anyone he cared for when he was big.
Jongho easily held your hands behind your back with one hand and the other guided his cock to your waiting hole. “Be good for me, pretty, and take all of me.”
Your eyes fluttered shut with the pleasure of being stretched to accommodate Jongho’s girth. “Jongho, you feel so fucking good, oh god.”
It took patience and a sturdy mental disposition, but when Jongho was sheathed into you fully, his thumb stroked the obvious stomach bulge you had because of his large cock. “Look at how good your cunt takes my cock, pretty.”
You rocked your hips, getting some motion of Jongho’s cock moving in and out of you. “Fill me up, Jongho, c’mon, fuck me full of your cum.”
Jongho’s larger hand softly but firmly came down on your ass to halt your motions. “Stop that.”
“Jongho!” You whined, “I’m green!”
“Yeah, well, your cunt is so fucking tight and soft that I think I’m going to cum prematurely, so wait!” He said through gritted teeth.
You smiled impishly. “How good is my pussy, Jongho?”
Jongho laughed and groaned at the same time. “Fuck, you’re incorrigable.”
“Fuck me, Jongho!” You begged. “Fuck my tiny pussy, please.”
“Goddamn it,” Jongho cursed and then began to softly buck his hips.
The soft strokes of his cock inside of you had you whimpering in happiness. “Yes, Jongho, fuck me baby, fuck me.”
You were a simple, babbling mess as Jongho took his time fucking up into your pussy. He was so careful, focusing on every inch that went inside of your pussy. He was cautious as his cockhead nudged your womb, but you made noises of pleasure each time it did so, so he pulled out so that his head was barely inside of you and then pushed back in until it hit your womb again.
“Should just fuck your sweet lips with the head of my cock, you’d still come undone by that,” Jongho threatened lightly.
“Oh god, Jongho,” you groaned at the imagery of such a thing in your head.
“Keep your hands locked at your back,” Jongho ordered firmly, and you wrapped your fingers around your opposite hand’s wrist.
His hand instead engulfed the back of your head and tipped your head back so that he placed a large, wet kiss on your neck, making a hickey that was larger than life. You groaned at the sensation of feeling so fucking tiny for your giant of a co-worker.
“You gonna come undone on my big fucking cock,” Jongho asked you.
“Oh god yes,” You moaned, bouncing perfectly on his cock.
The two of you came together, Jongho’s teeth carefully set to your shoulder, muffling his groan that had the potential to shake the paintings hanging on the wall. His cock filled you with enough of his cum that it simply poured down to the floor to gather there in a puddle under you two. Your orgasm had been slow in coming, and gentle in nature, so it shook your entire body as you came.
You collapsed against Jongho completely, and he held you so tenderly. “Still feel like killing a criminal?” Jongho joked.
“No,” You said, smacking your lips tiredly, “Just keep me as a pet in your room like this and I’ll never threaten to kill another soul again.”
🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation/Edging
You were up to your nose in the copper tub, wondering how long San would let you soak in there. It was your night with your consort but you weren't looking forward to giving yourself to the man whose duty it was to please you. You’d rather cuddle up with Jongho right now, while he read his nighttime book of choice.
“My queen?” San held out your robe.
You stood up and stepped out of the tub, allowing him to hold open the robe and wrap it around you. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck from behind while he tied up your robe. “Your skin is delectable,” he murmured.
You felt his rough tongue on a patch of skin. “San… Did you just lick me?”
San giggled into your neck and then released you but grabbed your hand instead. “Come to bed.”
The bed had been scattered with red rose petals and you laughed under your breath. “Is all this really necessary, San?”
San cocked his head. “Of course. You are the queen. And you should be treated as such.”
“San,” You ducked your head in embarrassment.
San brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. “It's my night with you. Let me spoil you.”
You let San lay you back on your bed, the dark sheets lit up with the rose petals. The perfume permeated your nose as you looked up at San. His billowy white top only highlighted his beautiful bronze skin. He smiled down at you and leaned down to run a hand against your cheek. “You're so beautiful.”
San climbed on the bed, remaining on his hands and knees. He began to kiss your face starting with your forehead and cheeks, nose and jawline. “Each part of you is precious to me,” San whispered with each kiss.
You moaned softly when he began to kiss down your neck. You moved your head to the side to allow him easy access. It made San chuckle against your neck. “So good for me, my queen,” he said.
You whimpered as he pushed aside your robe to kiss down the valley of your breasts. His tongue came out sneakily, licking up stray droplets of water that the robe had not absorbed. His hands skimmed the side of your breasts but he didn't cup them or touch your nipples. You arched your back for more but San simply continued to kiss down your torso.
“Please,” You whimpered, digging your hands into San's hair.
“I'll take care of you, my queen, you don't need to beg,” San replied impishly.
Your hands tightened, pulling back hard to look San in the eyes. “I don't beg for anything, San,” You growled.
San simply smiled. “There she is. The evil queen they all whisper about when it's dark and they fear you'll focus on them.”
Concern echoed in your gaze and San pulled at your hold on him, pressing a kiss where your eyebrows were furrowed. “I'm not scared of you, of course.”
You smile slightly. “Of course.”
“That's because I know if you kill me, you'd have Jongho to answer to.” San grinned cheekily.
You grinned eerily at San, making him gulp loudly. “You'll still be dead.”
“Luckily, I know a few tricks to convince you to not kill me.”
Your robe was undone and San finished his descent down your stomach to kiss your mound. He pushed your thighs apart, hands heavy on your inner thighs. You closed your eyes, anticipating that San would begin to pleasure your cunt, but instead he began to kiss down your thigh.
You sighed heavily, opening your eyes to see San's eyes in gleeful half-moon crescents, quite aware of your disappointment. “Are you trying to drive me wild?” You demanded.
San made his way down to your ankle, kissing it, and then said, “Yes. But I'm also trying to worship your body, like you deserve.”
You raised your hands and beckoned San back to you. San followed, cupping your face and kissing you thoroughly. His tongue tangled with yours, a messy kiss full of enthusiasm for you. His hands eventually moved down your torso again, sliding your robe completely out of the way so he could play with your breasts. His hot palms pressed against them, sliding and giving way so that his thumbs could flick across your nipples and make them pert for him. His lips looked wonderful around your nipples, eyes making contact with yours to watch the faces you made while he licked your nipples inside of his mouth.
He grinded his clothed lower half into your bare core, making you moan. “Give me everything, San,” You commanded him.
San grinded even harder into you, the friction toeing the line between pleasure and pain. The both of you looked down to see your slick had smeared the front of his pants, and the lewdness of it made you both curse. “I have to taste you,” San mused out loud and immediately lowered himself back down your body again.
“Worship your queen,” You purred. You felt rather than saw the shudder travel through San’s body.
“Yes, my queen,” San promised, eyes solely on your wet pussy.
San at you up like a starved man. He could have gone straight to the bundle of nerves that would have given you instant gratification but instead licked your wet folds with a pointed tongue. He tasted every crevice that was available to him. He sucked your lower lips into his mouth and traced your hole delicately. He even shoved his tongue inside of you a few times just to get you to buck up into his face, smearing your wetness evenly across his face. His nose nudged your clit and you pushed his face further into your aching cunt.
“There isn’t a part of you I don’t want to kiss,” He groaned. You could see his lower half grinding into the bed, his hips moving back and forth to give himself so relief to his cock that was probably twitching to get inside of you.
“San, San,” You said his name to get his attention. “Don’t move your hips like that if you aren’t going to move inside of me.”
San bit down on his lower lip, slowly letting it pop out. “Your highness…”
You didn’t want San to withhold anything. This feeling of being a delicious morsel for San was heady. “Tell me, San.”
“Please let me fuck you and come inside of you,” San begged. “I’ll show you the stars but please, let me come inside of you this time.”
Previously you had been getting San to pull out and come on your stomach. Of course royal heirs were important, but you had agreed to San being consort in order to get the council off your back, simple as that. You still had more ruthless moves to make against your enemies and you did not need to be fat with child while doing so. Not to mention, you didn’t have the best parents in the world, and didn’t want to inflict that on another child.
“Please?” San begged and then he began to flick his tongue along your clit.
You grabbed the sheets under you and arched your back. San had your lips spread so that he had direct access to that sensitive bundle of nerves. He had you coming undone for him quickly, thighs shaking with pleasure coursing through you.
And with that messy face, he kissed his way up your body, smearing your wetness all along your body until he tangled his tongue with yours again. You could taste yourself on his tongue and yet you still let him kiss you like you were the cook’s prized dessert. “Please,” San said with a growly voice, full of desire for you.
You moaned and cupped San’s face. “If Jongho asks you, you’ve been coming inside of me every night, do you hear me?”
San smirked, slow and satisfied. “Why would Jongho ask me that?”
“Because he knows me,” You sighed. “You can come inside of me tonight, San, you have my permission.”
What passed between San’s lips next was caught between a chuckle and a hoot. “You won’t regret it, your highness.”
In the candlelight of your royal bedchamber, San stood on his knees and pulled his shirt off with one firm yank behind his back. His dimples showed as he grinned to your reaction of pure adoration at his bare upper body. He was a man worth gazing upon. Next went his pants, in which one wrong step almost sent him face first into the fur rug under him until he caught himself against the bedpost. The clumsiness only made you adore him that much more.
San slowly fucked his way into your cunt, hands gripping your thighs and hips as he did so. The squeezes were appreciative of the flesh there. He manhandled them to hold himself back from simply hammering into you. San was your consort and he was here for the romance of the moment and not to fuck you.
His eyes traveled over your body as if he looked to memorize it. “You are beautiful and I will smother anyone in their sleep that dares to say otherwise,” San vowed.
“How romantic,” You teased.
San leaned down to brace himself above you with his arms caging you in his embrace. He waved his body between your legs. His pelvis rubbed against your puffy clit and you moaned at the extra stimulation. “I will spend hours here. It’s my job, you know? To keep my queen pleased. Do I please you, your highness?”
“Gods,” You whined. “Is that even a question?”
“Being sheathed inside of you is a feeling not many men of this realm, let alone world, will experience. And yet my purpose is to be here. Do you even know how lucky I am?” San asked.
You looked up into San’s eyes and you found only the genuine look of adoration from San. His eyes were dark with lust but also wet with sincerity. You wanted to believe him. But this was his duty, you knew that, not his choice.
San must have sensed your hesitance because he bent his arms so his forearms braced himself on the bed now, inches away from your face. It was intimate, San fucking you like this. It was simply himself swallowing your vision of the world right now. “I choose every night to make love to you. You are not who I thought you’d be. Your highness--”
You pushed a finger to San’s lips. His eyes widened, surprised you’d cut him off. “I do not require you to spill your heart to me, consort of mine. Leave a little mystery between you and I.”
If there was a ghost of sadness that floated through San’s eyes, it was chased away with a confident look. “Yes, my queen.”
San picked up your legs to hook around his arms, holding you open for him so he could thrust more quickly inside of you. You could hear the cacophony of skin slapping against skin and also the wet noises of San’s cock moving in and out of you. Your breath was catching in the back of your throat; the intenseness of the pleasure he was giving you was making you breathless.
“Sa-san,” You stuttered, feeling your climax approach.
“I’m close too. After you, your highness,” San said with a teasing tone.
Your toes curled as your body tensed from the pleasure coursing through your nerves. You cried out his name, knowing full well who made you feel this good. It was soon after that San came as well, holding himself deep inside of you, giving you everything, just like you had asked of him before. His nose scrunched up, his hair clinging to his hairline with the exertion of making love to you. He looked every bit the debauched consort and for a moment, you were glad he was yours.
“San, that was..” You didn't even know if there were words to shed light on how you had felt just now.
“The pleasure was all mine, My queen,” San giggled.
You groaned as you realized you had bathed for your night with San but you were even more dirty than you had been before you had entered the bath. “We should call the servants back, we’re going to need another bath drawn.”
“What's wrong, your highness? Can’t endure a little messiness?” San teased, quirking an eyebrow at you.
You laughed under your breath. Considering your origin story, how you became queen in the first place, the irony of that statement was hilarious. But still, you played into the entire theme of the night. “I am a queen, San, and deserve to be treated as such.”
San could barely contain the glee that was spilling from his lively eyes. “Should I clean you up myself then?”
Your mouth went dry as he moved down to your core. Was he really going to undo the good work he did? His tongue played with the skin between your puckered, avoiding his cum and your hole. You had a long night ahead of you and you no longer felt like you wanted to avoid it. In fact, you wanted to embrace it head on.
🥀Day Fifteen: Femdom/ Degradation 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship
The state of part arousal and part comfort you were in was slowly driving you insane.
You had wanted some quality time with Mingi but it was the period in his semester when he had little time to spare, between reading and grading papers, and fielding student questions. So the two of you had come to a compromise. He was heading into his on-campus office early Saturday morning to get some work done and you were going along with him.
Mingi tugged you out of your nest with Jongho and Yeosang, blurry-eyed and a little whiny at being pulled from the warmth of your two boyfriends arms. Mingi told you with a gentle smile that he could leave you here if you really wanted to stay but when you remembered how much your heart ached last week, seeing him drag himself to his bed and collapse on it, you dismissed the offer immediately.
In his office, which already had his faint personal smell of gingerbread, you sat on a couch that served as a bed when Mingi was too exhausted to drag himself back to the loft with the thunder. But it wasn’t close enough to your boyfriend. In fact, it was torture. Watching as the early morning lit hit his charcoal gray scales along his hairline, how his shoulder spread out his plaid shirt, the way his buttons looked like he was one big breath away from losing his shirt--
Mingi sighed rather loudly and closed his laptop. “Hops--”
Your ears pushed back in disappointment. “Don’t use my government name, Mingi,” You couldn't help but pout.
“I can smell the beginnings of sugar cookies like they’re in the oven,” Mingi continued, rubbing his face tiredly. “I can’t exactly nurse a hard-on AND focus on my student’s papers.”
“But--!”
Mingi sent you a stern look with his red slitted eyes and you deflated immediately. Not without adding, “You could use it though.”
“You’ve been hanging around with Wooyoung too much,” Mingi grumbled, “I am not bending you over my desk, Hops.”
You looked at Mingi with hopeful eyes. “It doesn’t have to be like that.”
Mingi watched you with a confused expression as you quickly rushed to his side at his desk. “I just want to be close to you. If you let me cockwarm you--”
Mingi groaned loudly and then clapped his hand over his mouth. “Hops,” he growled.
You threw up your hands in defense. “I’m not trying to trick you. I did it with San recently when he was gone for a business trip but I had a stacked schedule with my orders. It helped.”
Mingi scratched the back of his ear. “Yeah but I’m much bigger than San,” he reminded you.
“Can we please try?” You plead eagerly. Your tail twitched behind you, ears moving in anticipation and Mingi found he couldn't say no to you.
“Alright but--” He bit down on his lip just in time as your hands went to his pants immediately to undo the belt and the zipper of his tweed pants. “Treasure--” A delighted gasp left his lips as you pulled his cock out and pumped it to make sure it was hard for you. “Oh fuck.”
You sent him a sweet smile before taking him in your mouth. You gathered saliva in your mouth and bobbed on his length, taking in as much of him as you could before he hit the back of your throat. Mingi held your hair out of the way, partly to make sure nothing got on your hair and the other reason was to watch your cute little bunny mouth work on him. Just when Mingi was tempted to let you suck him off, you pulled off of him.
You pulled aside the loose shorts you wore for easy access, and with the lack of underwear underneath, it was easy to brace yourself on his thick thighs, and play with the spade head of his cock against your already wet folds.
“Treasure, be careful!” Mingi worried.
No matter how many times he had taken you, he was always concerned with your comfort and his cock. Not only was the length and girth something to worry about, his head was spade-tipped, curved perfectly to push past pussy lips. There were also ridges on the underside of his cock, starting at his tip, AND three beads along the top side. Mingi’s dragon cock was definitely one of the more complicated breeds out there but you never seemed to complain about taking him.
In truth, even though you struggled to fit him inside of you, it always sounded like you loved everything that came with his cock. “So big,” You sighed, only managing his head so far.
Mingi reached around you and rubbed a dry finger slowly around your clit, aiding in making you even more wet in order to take him. “You’re doing amazing,” Mingi encouraged you.
You slowly but surely sunk down on his length. Each ridge on his cock was like a landmark that you were getting it done. The relaxed way your pussy was swallowing Mingi’s cock was doing something to you, however. Mingi was still; he had massive control over his body, despite your tight, wet heat taking him centimeter by centimeter.
“Mi-mingi,” You moaned softly.
If you were being honest, you were drunk on Mingi’s cock. It was always like this getting it inside of you, but in this soft setting, the early morning rays making his office warm and Mingi’s heat at your back, you were lured into a sense of complete security. So when you rocked your hips forward to get the last final ridge on the underside of Mingi’s cock, it worked. However you were so wet from Mingi’s middle finger doing slow circles around your clit, that the remainder of Mingi’s cock that could actually fit inside of you slipped in. It was so sudden, but the sudden push of Mingi’s cockhead hitting your womb sent you into your climax.
You moaned wantonly, becoming jelly in Mingi’s lap and you collapsed back on him fully. Mingi could feel your cunt convulsing around his cock so he knew exactly what had happened. Luckily for Mingi, he had the control, and the practice of competing with Yunho over who would cum first, so he was able to hold on. He simply rubbed his cheek against your soft ears as you rode the waves of pleasure and settled down.
“Was that good, Treasure?” His deep voice rumbled from behind you and you simply nodded your head tiredly. “Words, please,” He prompted you.
“That was like having the slowest sex ever and then experiencing the most explosive climax,” You mumbled to him.
“Well, I hope it was that good because you’re going to have to remain here while I finish my papers,” Mingi announced, smacking a kiss on your head.
“Mingi!” You protested quietly. Because Mingi still was perhaps only halfway seated inside of you, so you were going to have to hold yourself up until the professor was done.
Mingi chuckled, the type that only came from a man who just gave his lover a good orgasm. “You wanted to cockwarm me, Treasure.”
“Yes, Mingi,” You said desolately.
You settled into Mingi’s warmth regardless. Perhaps you could nap. Which would have worked. If Mingi hadn't pressed his hand to your stomach to see if he could feel his cock from the outside.
🥀Day Fifteen: Femdom/ Degradation 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship
🥀Pairing: Lord! Jongho x Advisor! Reader (f) ft Knight! Mingi
🥀Genre: Smut
🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact
🥀Au: royal, medieval
🥀Trope: role reversal
🥀Summary: as the advisor to a strong lord, and the true power behind the powerful man, you often put Jongho in his place. He adores it, including summoning a certain knight to help, among other degrading acts
You were sitting on the bed of your liege lord, Jongho. You were his advisor but it was more than that; you were the true puppet master pulling the strings behind Jongho’s political moves.
“No one would know, would they, my lord?” You mused as he kissed up your arm. “That you would do anything for me, including demeaning yourself for me, right, my love?”
Jongho kissed up your neck and jawline. He paused, wanting to kiss your lips but aware that your lipstick was laced with poison; a poison he had not maintained a resistance to yet. You smirked, watching him fight with his thoughts.
“I would do anything for you,” Jongho admitted, his pretty eyes downcast and fluttering his eyelashes.
“Hmmm, what should I have you do today to prove your love for me?” You pondered out loud. “Burn down a village? Begin a witch hunt?”
“Anything,” Jongho murmured, resting his head against your chest.
It was always the same game between you and Jongho. You would name all the things you would pretend to think of commanding him to order. And then you brought up the taboo thing that Jongho wanted most of all. His conscience felt better when you took the blame for ordering him to do this but in fact, it was all he wanted, for your lord swung both ways.
“Would you take a cock in your mouth for me?” You asked.
Jongho tensed, practically trembling in anticipation. But his mouth babbled the opposite. “No, I could never. It is forbidden.”
“But my lord,” You mused with a sinister grin, nudging his cock with your boot. “You got hard at just the mention of it.”
Jongho sat on his haunches, head shaking back and forth, hands hiding his hardening cock. “Mistress, please.” Please, he wanted a cock in his mouth, more like it.
“Wolf!” You snapped your fingers and in came one of the knights of your lord's house.
Mingi stepped into the room. Eyes straight forward, giving off the air I see nothing unless ordered. “Mistress?”
“I believe our lord would like a big cock in his mouth,” You suggested.
“As you order,” Mingi ducked his head in acquiescence.
You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs spread and Jongho in between them, with his back to you. Your hands held his head in place, gently restraining him, while Mingi unlaced his pants.
“Look at that cock, my lord,” You murmured, “Are you going to be able to fit that in your mouth? You have the soft mouth of a noble, I’m not sure you’re going to be able to handle that. Just think of Mingi ravaging your mouth.”
Jongho whimpered at the degradation and you knew you had hit the nail on the head. That was exactly what Jongho wanted.
“Come Mingi, take advantage of our lord’s soft mouth. Let him prove his love for me, how he’ll do anything for me,” You beckoned the big man.
Mingi braced himself in front of Jongho and tapped his cock on Jongho’s lips. Jongho licked his lips, running his tongue along Mingi’s sensitive head and made the man cast his head back with a groan. Slowly, Jongho opened his mouth and Mingi pushed his cock past those plush lips of Jongho’s. The knight shallowly thrusted into Jongho’s mouth and you could see a flash of Jongho’s tongue play with the head of Mingi’s cock.
You peaked over and saw that Jongho was straining against his pants. “Such a dirty lord we have,” You mused, “Getting so hard at another man’s cock in your mouth. Are you even the lord of this manor, Jongho? Perhaps you should be a lowly servant, only good to take cock in your mouth whenever the knights feel horny.”
Jongho moaned at the further degradation, wrapping his arms around Mingi to grasp the knight’s ass. He bobbed eagerly on Mingi’s length, sometimes choking and coughing, but still desperate for Mingi’s cock.
“Does his mouth feel good?” You inquired towards Mingi.
The way Mingi’s eyes almost burned with a passion as he fucked his lord’s mouth had your nipples tightening and your cunt aching. “He feels like a hungry whore the way he’s taking my cock.”
Jongho cried out in protest, lips still wrapped around Mingi’s length. You patted his head in reassurance. “It’s okay, My Lord,” You hummed, “As long as no one walks into this room, your secret is safe with us.”
Mingi chuckled. “I think the guards are due for their rounds soon.”
“Uh oh,” You pretended to sympathize with the man between your legs. “You better make Sir Mingi come quickly, or someone will catch you with his cock in your mouth.”
Mingi was an easy lay, however, and was quick to shove his entire length down Jongho’s throat as he came. You watched as Jongho greedily drank down every drop and as Mingi pulled out, a line of cum and spit strung out between Mingi’s cock and Jongho’s pink lips.
“Are you satisfied, my lord?” You cooed at him, wiping his lip tenderly with your thumb.
Jongho shook his head, eyes downcast. “No?” You inquired, bewildered.
“If I’m a whore…” His soft tone spoke of how submissive Jongho was feeling. “...shouldn’t I take it like a whore as well.”
You lifted an eyebrow at Mingi. “Well, Wolf?”
Mingi shook his head. “I am sadly a one shot man.”
You waved a hand. “Then you are dismissed. I can finish him.”
You slipped off the bed as Mingi left the room, his job complete. Jongho watched you with big, round eyes, unsure of what would happen next. “Up on the bed, my Lord. Get on your hands and knees, like a good little whore.”
You proceeded to spread Jongho’s ass cheeks and lick his perineum and the sensitive nerves that gathered to form his asshole. Jongho was a whining mess for you almost immediately. His huge cock pointed towards the sheets, leaking precum all over the place. Once your tongue had lubed up his asshole enough, you sucked on your fingers. You pushed one, then two into Jongho’s puckered hole. He pushed back on your fingers, searching out for more friction immediately.
“Such a messy whore, my Lord,” You tsked as you slowly fucked your fingers into him. You leaned over his back and formed a ring around the angry head of his cock. He fucked into it immediately, partly sobbing for some more relief.
“What am I going to do with you?” You continued to talk down to him. “All you care about is your own pleasures, hmmm?”
Jongho’s hips did not stop moving, pushing into the hole you made with your finger and thumb, and pushing back on your other fingers to brush against his p spot. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately, “It feels so good!”
“Of course it feels good, you’re a pathetic whore who would let anyone give him any sort of relief,” You spat.
Immediately, you removed your fingers from his ass and around his cock and Jongho let out a lusty cry. “Wait--no, please, don’t leave me like this--,” he dryly sobbed.
You shrugged when he turned around to lay on his back. His cock was throbbing against his stomach. “All that cock and you can’t do anything with it. You really are pathetic, my lord.”
“My cock isn’t useless,” Jongho persisted.
You pulled up the skirts of your dress to reveal your thigh and the strap around it that held your dagger for ‘uh oh’ moments. “Show me.”
Jongho crawled towards you, knowing exactly what you were asking of him. He clung to your upper body and began to hump your thigh. His precum smeared your leg as he thrusted against the soft skin of your outer thigh. He whimpered as he got a rhythm, biting down on his lip and closing his eyes.
“You don’t even know where to put your cock, oh my lord, you truly are inadequate,” You tsked.
“ ‘m, I’m gonna cum,” Jongho admitted, drunk on his orgasm coming back to him.
You clucked your tongue at him. “You know better than that, Jongho.”
Jongho let out another cry of defeat and threw himself on his back before he spurted his seed all over your thigh. His chest heaved at his second denied orgasm. He didn’t cry, he didn’t beg, he simply waited until his body calmed and his cock softened.
You pushed your skirts back down and delicately patted Jongho’s soft cock. Jongho whimpered, fists almost white with how tight he was holding his sheets below him. “Perhaps if you do what is needed tomorrow, you will find some release, my lord.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Jongho dejectedly agreed.
You walked out of his room with a wicked smirk. All was right in your world.
🥀Summary: when San and Hongjoong decide to join your valentine's day ritual, you get the surprise of a lifetime: a threesome!
🥀Kinks: threesome, use of toys, anal (m), oral (f), squirting, penetrative sex with a barrier, double penetration, nipple play (m), slight slight SLIGHT mxm (san's kinda turned on by listening to hongjoong fuck you), slight aftercare
🥀Word Count: 1,983
🥀Author's Note: This is super self indulgent, just like last year, and I have zero regrets!
It was practically a ritual for you to spend valentine’s day spoiling yourself. But now you had two roommates so it was going to be a little bit different this year. Of course, you bought yourself a few tasty treats but when you came home to find a valentine’s day theme bursting from your kitchen table, you were a bit flabbergasted.
“Is it too much?” Hongjoong winced, eyes roaming over the flowers and the pizza in the shape of a heart and--
“Wait until she sees--” San burst into the kitchen and cut himself off upon seeing you. He had on a scrumptious red sweater with the sleeves cut off and was holding two other garments in his hands. “Hey, Roomie.”
“Guys, what is this?” You demanded.
Honestly, you had not expected them to even be home. They were both extremely attractive and often spent nights away, so you had assumed if they didn’t already have a date, they’d be actively pursuing one.
“I remembered last year that you have this valentine’s day ritual and I thought me and San could help out!” Hongjoong admitted. Sneaky bugger, he picked up on a bit too much.
Part of that ritual was buying yourself a new toy to try out. You felt your face heat up and you desperately hoped that bag was hidden amongst your treats.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” San said, his happy grin not diminished at all. “Let me help you with your bags.”
“Nonono, San, give me those back!” You shouted. You jumped and tried to snatch them back but San had the agility and strength to keep you away and at an arm's length.
“Oooh, this looks yummy, I approve,” San murmured. “Wait, what’s--”
You buried your hands in your face when San pulled out the box you were looking to avoid revealing. Hongjoong’s eyes bugged out and he shook his head desperately at San. But San’s mouth always moved faster than his brain.
“Is that a double sided--oh my god.” San covered his mouth, making his words muffled. “I’m so sorry.”
You promptly snatched the box from San’s hands and ran to your room.
“Now you’ve done it,” Hongjoong lamented.
“How was I supposed to know she bought herself a--wait, do you think she was going to use that with someone else?!” San demanded.
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “No, San, she always buys new toys for valentine’s day. She did it last year. I could hear that vibrator ring through the walls to my room. It was torture.”
“Oh,” was all San could manage. “Now what do we do?”
“Well, she’s not going to wear that, for one thing,” Hongjoong said, snatching the cute sweater dress he had picked for you out of San’s hands.
“Why not? It’s cute. And you’ve still got yours to put on too!” San pouted.
You were thrashing around on your bed, in the meantime. You should have been more discreet, you should have hidden the box in your jacket, you should have--you let out a loud scream of frustration in your pillow. This was a nightmare. Now San knew what kind of toy you had in your room? He was probably making disgusted faces out in the kitchen. Hongjoong was probably figuring out how he could exit this whole scenario completely. Maybe there was still a chance you could do your typical Valentine’s day Ritual.
“Darling?” Hongjoong knocked tentatively on your door.
“Please, Hongjoong, I just want to be left alone,” You shouted back at him.
“Can I come in? Please?” Hongjoong pleaded.
The last thing you wanted was to hear about how a healthy lifestyle also included masturbation. But Hongjoong was a good roommate, so you got up and answered the door, albeit a bit grumpily. San was behind him with a hopeful look in his eyes and you wanted to die.
“Listen, there’s no need to be embarrassed,” Hongjoong started, looking red himself.
“If you say anything that sounds remotely philosophical or from a health magazine, I will burn holes in your favorite leather jacket,” You threatened.
Hongjoong’s eyes widened and San barely held back a laugh. “Let me try,” San suggested, pushing in front of Hongjoong. “Sweetheart, I want to use that dildo on you.”
“San!” Hongjoong cried out, looking horrified.
“If that’s a joke to make me feel better, that’s not very funny, Choi San,” You deadpanned.
San shook his head. “Nope. Not a joke.”
You felt goosebumps erupt all over your skin. “Why say it in front of Hongjoong?”
“Because, Hongjoong wants the same thing.”
Well, that was news to you.
“I…” You felt your mind spiraling. The fuck was going on here?
“What San means to say is we’ve both been wanting to take the next step but we don’t know how you feel. And we don’t want to fight. So--”
“Do you want to have a threesome with us?” San blurted out, unable to take Hongjoong’s long winded answer.
“San!” Hongjoong scolded the younger man, “At least let me build her up to it.”
“No,” San said stubbornly. He shouldered his way into your room. “Rip it off like a bandaid.”
You had a ten-yard stare going on. Was this really happening? You pinched yourself and yelped at the pain. San laughed, tilting his head back. Hongjoong couldn't help but have a smile pulling up the corner of his lips at the noise as well.
“Do you think you’d like that as a Valentine’s day gift?” Hongjoong finished what San started.
You stared at them both incredulously. “How in the world does someone say no to that?!”
All it took was a threeway kiss, and the three of you were desperately ripping off all your clothes. Your new toy was put in use, one end deep in your cunt, as Hongjoong lapped at your clit. Then other end was inside San. Both you and San were on your backs, legs held up, as you gyrated your hips and moved the toy in and out of each other. You lazily reached between Hongjoong’s legs and started to jerk him off, causing him to moan against your clit. San was tugging on his own cock, that had leaked some precum onto his toned stomach.
“Joong,” You whined, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”
Hongjoong chuckled, “Good, you need to cum quickly. I’m ready to fuck you.”
San’s head shot up. “What do you mean, ‘you’re ready to fuck her’?”
“You’re the one sharing a toy with her,” Hongjoong pointed out. “Hurry up and cum with her!”
San took his hand from tugging on his cock and started to push back into you, making the toy hit deeply inside of you. Your orgasm continued to accelerate but this felt different. With Hongjoong’s tongue flicking at your clit, you began to get worried. San’s own moans crescendo-ed, drowning out your warning to Hongjoong and then you squirted all over his face. And he simply opened his mouth to receive it all. San came on his stomach, eyes closed and missed the whole show.
“Oh my god, Hongjoong, get a towel, oh my god, I’m so sorry,” You panted, feeling so blissed out but very embarrassed.
“What happened?” San asked through half-lidded eyes. He took in Hongjoong’s wet face and you covering yours and a slow smile bloomed. “Did we make you squirt?”
“I am leaving the country next Valentine’s Day,” You swore.
“I don’t fucking think so,” Hongjoong cursed quietly, “You’re stuck with us now, Darling.”
After some brief squabbling, Hongjoong insisted that he get to fuck your cunt, since he had been oh so patient, but San wanted a part of you too, so he was given your back door. After a lot of lube applying, and condoms rolled on, and some interesting angles and adjusting, you were snug between your two roommates, facing Hongjoong.
“Ready, sweetheart?” San checked in, hands running up and down your arms in reassurance.
“I am so fucking full right now,” You said, filter completely off.
Hongjoong captured your lips in a searing kiss that effectively distracted you. “You’re okay though, right?”
You whined. “Okay? Okay!? I don’t think I could feel this much pleasure and I just squirted!”
San laughed behind you. “She’s ready, Hongjoong. You start. She’s going to need a bit more wind up for me.”
Hongjoong rocked his hips against yours and you moaned immediately. You clenched down on both of them, causing Hongjoong to bite down on his lip and San to grunt behind you. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Sweetheart, I’m going to cum before you do.”
“Hongjoong?” You whimpered his name as his cock moved inside your pussy.
“Need something, Darling?” Hongjoong scanned your face for any signs of pain or discomfort.
“Let me play with your nipples?” You asked.
San cursed behind you and his hands went to your hips, bucking up into the tight heat of your ass. “Shit, this is too hot, I should not have signed up for this.”
“San, be quiet!” Hongjoong scolded him. “Of course you can play with my nipples.”
You rubbed Hongjoong’s pink nipples between your fingers, listening to the way his breath caught in his throat as you did. You leaned up to kiss Hongjoong again, addicted to his pink lips already.
You were lifting yourself up off San, however, so he chased you by rising to his knees in order to fuck you from behind. His hands tightened on your hips, almost bruising, which he attempted to soothe with a kiss on your shoulder. “We’re so lucky you’ll let us fuck you like this--hhhnnnn--yo’ure so good to us, Sweetheart.”
“Me?” You said in disbelief, “I’m the one getting fucked by two cocks.”
Hongjoong laughed this time, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. “She’s got you there, San.”
Then Hongjoong let out a breathy whine that had you and San groaning. “I can’t hold it in anymore,” San grunted, “Hold on, Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck your ass until I come.”
Hongjoong swallowed your gasps as San did just that, making your ass feel so good but just shy of an orgasm from your a spot as he squirted inside the condom he was wearing. He pulled out in order to recover and not get overstimulated, but he did not stop watching what happened afterward. He took off the condom and cleaned himself up while you wrapped your arms around Hongjoong’s shoulders, bringing your bodies even tighter together.
“Come on, Darling, come for me again, hmm?” Hongjoong encouraged you. “Squeeze me for all I’m worth. Milk me dry. I wanna feel you come undone around me. That's all I want.”
Hongjoong didn’t fuck you faster, but simply made sure his angle was hitting the spongey part inside of you over and over again until you had no choice but to come undone for him. You cried out and Hongjoong ate up that too, seemingly feeding on your noises of pleasure. He moaned into your mouth while your tongues lazily played with each other, as he filled up his condom as well.
The room was full of panting and San had to break the silence by saying, “Well that was fucking hot.” You and Hongjoong laughed under your breathing, causing San to laugh too. “Well it was!” he insisted.
“Can we get a shower?” You wondered.
“Then pizza,” San insisted, “I knew there was a reason for all the food.”
“The reason for all the food was you wanted to spoil our roommate,” Hongjoong deadpanned.
“Well, yeah, that too,” San agreed, breaking out in a sunshine smile.
Your ritual for Valentine’s day was only halfway complete. You had the mind blowing orgasm, now you needed the tasty treats. Luckily, the day was only going to get better sharing it with your roommates. Hopefully, you could convince them that you didn’t need to wear the matching clothes, however.
Seonghwa strode into the Captain's Quarters, his heels clacking purposely against the polished-with-wear metal. He tossed a long strand of hair out of his face, eyes looking for you. He stood in all his powerful glory before you in the bed. The leather of his outfit creaked despite the gold embroidery. He was clad in such from the tops of his shoulders starting with his long jacket, the corset like adornment along his ribcage, the straps that held the sheath for his sword and guns, and finally the pants and boots, that left nothing to the imagination, to be honest.
You were where he left you, naked and in bed. You had only the stark white sheet hiding your bare skin, but even that seemed to irk the man that used to be your first mate.
The U.S.S Utopia had been your ship, and you, its Captain. You had sailed her all along the Milky Way, plundering and stealing, after the American government fell to the people during a coup d'état. Then Seonghwa, with an evil grin, had convinced the crew to mutiny against you. You loved the Utopia and had pleaded that you would do anything to remain on board and not get plunged into the freezing depths of the dark sea, aka space. Seonghwa gave you one choice: remain as a useful tool, as a cum bucket for him, and he would allow you to stay. You agreed immediately and had remained so for several months now. And he had not tired of you yet.
The now-captain ripped his sheets off your body, eyes searching still for the dried cum on your skin. He seemed enamored with leaving his mark on you, in more ways than one.
“Lover,” he said in a sing-song voice, clueing you in that he was in a cruel mood. “I told you to remain here, in my bed, with my cum on you.”
“I did, Seonghwa!” You insisted.
Seonghwa waved a gloved hand in your vague direction. “I see nothing.”
“I was cold!” You insisted, trying not to look eager. “Perhaps the sheet brushed it off!”
You had washed his cum from your body as soon as he had left the room. You wanted him to come back and punish you. You looked forward to it, in fact.
Seonghwa sighed heavily, undoing his pants. “I don’t know how you ever were in charge of this ship. I’ll just have to repeat my handiwork and then some.”
There was some type of cruel kink for enjoying Seonghwa fucking you in an almost carbon copy of your captain’s outfit made to fit him. You loved the feel of the leather against your bare skin. There was something dirty and cheap about the way that Seonghwa couldn't be bothered to disrobe while he fucked you. You were addicted to being used by your past first mate; you simply could not get enough of it.
“Suck me off,” He said lowly after he had undone his pants just enough for his cock to be pulled out.
You took his soft cock and pulled him into your mouth. You stared up at the cruel captain with wide, eager eyes. You knew everything that he loved--and exactly what set him off. Your tongue curled around his head as blood rushed to his cock, and then he commanded you to touch yourself. You made loud noises of pleasure as you rubbed a finger against your clit and his cock grew in length even faster. Soon you were able to bob up and down him, hollowing your cheeks so that he could feel all of you.
Simply put, Seonghwa just wished to order you around. You had spent most of your career belittling him and his self-worth. So now that he was captain, he took every chance to return the favor. It never made him feel less than the whimpering second in command he always saw himself as, but still he pushed forward.
Seonghwa’s fingers floated over your head, a pretend-softness before he grabbed your hair harshly. When he pulled you off his cock, you kept your tongue out of your mouth and he spit onto it. Then he shoved you back on his cock, practically face fucking you. He wanted to see those tears form in your eyes and hear the chokes as you barely managed his length in your mouth and down your throat.
“You love sucking my cock, don’t you, you pathetic whore,” Seonghwa spat. “Always eager to have a dick in any hole you can get.”
Case and point, you pushed a finger inside of yourself, moaning loudly. That made anger burn in Seonghwa’s dark eyes. “I didn’t say to fill yourself, did I?”
Seonghwa pulled you off his length again, and you began to protest. “Seonghwa!”
“That’s Captain to you!” He snarled, and your mouth snapped shut.
He began to pace in front of the bed, brewing up a plot. How did he want you now? How did he want to cover you with his cum? There were so many options but he knew he needed to walk the ship again later, to keep an eye on his crew that had been so easily swayed to mutiny against you.
“Captain, please,” you begged. “I’ve been good.”
“Puh-lease, you don’t know the meaning of good,” Seonghwa spat his words. He pulled at his corset, and you saw your way in.
“Doesn’t fit you as well, does it, Seonghwa? Too snug at your ribcage or too small for your waist?”
“I wear this outfit better than you ever did,” Seonghwa roared, eyes like coals in his head.
Seonghwa made you ride his cock while he laid down on his bed, fully clothed of course; made you stare at him in your old captain’s outfit tailored to fit his body. He commanded you to speak of how he is a better captain than you and if you were interrupted by a sharp thrust of his upwards, you got a slap on your thigh with his leather glove. And when he came inside you, he held you down on his cock, a cry leaving his plush lips. Only once all of his cum had been pumped in you, did he allow you to raise yourself up, watching as his cum clung to his cock and poured out your cunt.
But that wasn't enough for Seonghwa, oh no, he wanted more.
He painted your body with bruises and cum, never tiring of abusing your body and seeing the stars light up in your eyes as he did. Because make no mistake, he was well aware that you loved to provoke him and what followed. But he was too drunk on his power, too drunk on you, to stop himself from giving you exactly what you wanted.
Seonghwa fucked you against the headboard, gloved hands wrapped around your throat, chest peeking above the corset, looking like a debauched pirate captain that ever sailed the Milky Way. His evil grin was apparent, eyes traveling all over your face as you made choked noises.
He released your throat, but you only whined, moving his hands back. “Please, Seonghwa, more,” you said with a raspy voice.
“Such a slut for me, aren't you, lover?” Seonghwa grinned in triumph.
“Yes, Captain,” You agreed, rocking your hips eagerly forward.
Seonghwa squeezed his hands around your throat again. He gauged by your face how close you were to your climax, and when he let sweet air invade your lungs again, you came so hard for him that your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
You were drowning in pleasure and still, you groaned about him making a further mess of your pussy. Seonghwa looked you straight in the eyes and fucked you through your orgasm. He drank in every scrunch of your nose and whine about it being too much (it was everything you wanted), until he came inside of you again. You both felt his cum slip out of your hole as he fucked your cunt, following his pleasure. There simply wasn’t enough room for all his cum and yet still he continued to unload into you.
“You exist to be my cum bucket, lover, and don’t you forget it,” Seonghwa whispered into your ear.
Later, when you were passed out in his bed and only the lights of the stars left to reveal all the ways you belonged to him, Seonghwa admired his handiwork. His cum was all over your body, marks of his teeth and hands painted on your skin. And still it wasn't enough. You had screamed his name hoarse, sounding bittersweet from your lips, red after the blowjobs and biting. But it never erased your jeering face of old from his memory.
So he pushed his hands between your legs and patted your cunt. Your body jolted and you groaned as you woke up. Seonghwa's lithe fingers played with your pussy, still wet with desire and his seed. And after everything he put you through, you reached between your legs and pressed his fingers further into your body.
Seonghwa smiled, the first one of pure glee rather than cruelty. You were programmed to be greedy for him, and that was enough.
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