we’ve never stopped dreaming of getting of on jisungs underwear
and groping him in the public places
and sharing the same toys 💕
welcome fucking back
this is juicy. very juicy.
quick reminder that everything I write is fem reader oriented ☺️
I'm not sure if that was the intention for the first one but I literally imagined like wearing his boxers???? now listen to me because my mind did a thing and combined everythinggggg
imagine, riling him up all day, hm? you whisper filthy comments into his pretty ears that turn red as soon as he processes your words, letting your cleavage show more than necessary, no bra so your nipples respond to the cold the exact way that could make him faint. you open your hands against his chest and squeeze the firm ample of his pecs, squeezing slightly, until you feel his nipples harden under your touch. when you hug very conveniently as you're in line waiting for your turn, your hands travel over his sides, under his sweater, pinching that little skin that spills from his trousers, the cute pudge of his belly, knuckes brushing his happy trail. he buckles under your touch. you kiss him tenderly and every now and then a bite or a lick over his lower lip slips. you make him almost whimper while he begs to let him fuck you later, but you say he can't. he can't even touch himself. not until you say it, all while brushing very casually against the bulge in his sweats that progressively hardens. to have him at your mercy, it feels so good.
so when you come home and he undresses and you find his underwear on top of the pile of dirty clothes inside the basket near the shower- and they are a little bit wet... and faint droplets of pearly cum stain them... ahh, that's why he took so long in the bathroom at the café earlier? it's only obvious that when he finishes his hot, restoring shower and gets back to your shared room he finds his beautiful, majestic goddess laying on fresh sheets, pillows stuffed behind her back, as she circles her clit over a pair of... yes, his dirty boxers.
and it's devastating. you look so unfairly hot he feels like he could drop on his knees. he almost does.
"you thought I wouldn't notice?" you ask, panting, wet patch espanding with your own juices over his. oh, the way he hurries near the edge of the bed is a priceless reminder of how down bad he is for you. and how he gets closer, crawling on it, eyes locked on the outline of your pussy, fingers teasing your entrance on top of the grey cotton. when his hand creeps closer to your heat you swatt him away, sucking your tongue with a disapproving look. Jisung, he whines. pathetic and desperate. he laid his eyes on you for a minute and he's already hard, painfully so, the sight so dirty and depraved he can't resist but rub his lower half against the mattress. "aren't you a filthy boy? getting excited seeing your girlfriend in your dirty underwear? letting my pussy touch your dried cum? hmmm??"
and you keep teasing your clit, harsh warnings flying through the room as he tears up, not having permission to touch you, himself, anything. he can just rut his hips and search for friction. useless. he leaks all over his clean boxers again.
it's only after a few minutes of teasing that you extend your arm, tilting his chin up to make him look into your eyes. his are puffy, teary, cheeks burning as your thumb brushes over one of them. his bottom lip is jutted out, adorable pout making you almost give in... and you do. Jisungie is too cute. yes, he wasn't a good boy earlier... but now he is, isn't he? after all he almost came humping the bed but stopped as soon as you told him, ruining a beautiful orgasm, just like cutting the bud of a new rose.
it's only after a few mean comments that you tell him to take your vibrator from the nightstand, making his eyes sparkle, cock twitching in its confines. when you get closer, on top of him, and turn it on between you two? when you press yourself closer together with the neon green wand and let it rest against your pussy and his cock? his eyes roll back in his skull. Jisung gasps and moans softly and grips your sides, hold almost bruising. you are both so sensitive that the medium setting almost hurts. you slide the toy deliciously on your wetness, also making him writhe beneath you as it sends shocks of pleasure right over one of his veins. perfect, so perfect.
it's also perfectly the way he chants your name over and over and over again, as he gets closer to his high. you are, too. obviously. you don't even hide how much you're enjoying the moment.
but d'you know when he really, truly cums the hardest? when you have your hand deliciously wrapped around his dick, and the vibrator teases his little rim of muscles, right between his round asscheeks ♡ he looks the prettiest when he tears up while moaning your name loud and clear ♡
it felt strange to get back to writing such ABSOLUTE FILTH so directly omg- have I always been so deranged? without filters? oh my gosh- hope you liked it???? I don't remember how things get done here 🫣🫣
Dilf! Minho though he had enough of paternity after his divorce and his own children. He loved them, but he didn't want more..until the new babysitter comes to the picture and suddenly he has the biggest breeding kink not even his wife could pull from him
YES YES YES LIKE, the only good thing his ex ever did was hiring you to watch the kids for both of them, really. and you're even a sweet, smart, pretty girl...
your skin is so smooth and clear, not a wrinkle in sight for another ten years at least, always dressed nicely to make a good impression for the world that is still knowing you, sweet perfume making his mouth water when he's near you. the shape of your ass in those tight jeans you often wear is always the last thing he sees when he leaves the house and stays a little bit more at the entrance to watch you turn your attention back to his precious kids.
and god the way you take care of his children. he once came back and heard you scold them and it was the hottest thing ever, like as if you were their real mom... would you like that? he asks this to himself everytime it's his turn to keep them and you tag along. Minho gave you permission to do pretty much whatever you need with them, for them. when he comes home from a long stressful day at work and he finds you cooking because you "think it's better if they eat something homemade instead of take-out" a lovely domestic image presents in front of him, something that he never got to see with his past marriage.
when he stands beside you to help, his white shirt's sleeves rolled up his surprisingly big arms, veins adorning them like they're pieces of jewelry... you don't expect your core to tighten. but you never really expect him having an effect on you everytime he comes close, when he gently touches your waist to get past you, when he softly presses on your back and grabs something from behind you.
he's such an attracrive, elegant kind man, profoundly devoted to his son and his daughter, how could he ever end up with such a disgusting woman previously? you hate her. you hate her so much because she lets her own children stay more with their father and a babysitter than her but you're also grateful to see him more often. you're by now part of the family, you got to know a lot about each other.
dilf Minho who watches you smile adoringly while you help him put his treasures to sleep and tuck the covers under them, his daughter whispering in a breath, probably accidentally and halfawy in the world of dreams a "thank you mommy".
and it all just... clicks. yeah he didn't really want to be a father of three or more, heck his first two kids were the result of a marriage that was already collapsing at the time, and even if he loves them endlessly the idea of more wasn't that appealing. before meeting you.
so that night he doesn't let you leave. he pictures in his mind the outline of yours and his lips in one, not just for a simple kiss, but... as to envision them on another little puffy face. the color of your eyes his so, so beautiful to him and combined with his nose, his lashes, your eyebrows, both your hair, heck even the shape of your ears... he's convinced you could give him such a beautiful baby.
ahh, his ex was beautiful too don't get him wrong, his kids are kissed by the sun itself, but you, damn, you. he wants a baby from you. he needs to see if what he imagined will turn out right, or even more beautiful. Minho needs to fuck you hard and deep to be sure you leave his house stuffed with his next child and he needs to have you always ready for him because he plans on taking you whenever you two are alone, where and how doesn't matter.
the sight of his hair with few silver strikes at the sides, gold thin necklace jumping on his still pumped pecs, strong arms keeping your legs up his shoulders... it's all almost too much combined with the way he's deep inside you thrusting at a speed and with an angle that makes you almost ascend to heaven, something no other younger guy was ever able to do.
"lower your voice pretty, don't wanna wake up the kids hm?" he whispers just before sloppily kissing you to shut you up.
you already came on his fingers in the hallway where he couldn't wait to have you all for him to use, making you lay your back on the wall while he pressed himself onto you, his fingers inside your little hole as he spread them and caressed your walls. he made sure to prep you well, you had to be ready to take loads and loads of his cum after all, right?
and you came on his tongue too when he finally picked you up and ran to his cold clean bedroom, one that no woman after his ex wife saw, when he told you he was in exctasy.
"I've never had a more delicious cunt in my entire life" he said, clit circling in his mouth right after, then his tongue fucking you, then your juices all around his face. he surely had more experience than you, and your pussy being the best he ever laid his tongue on? well, it's more than a compliment to you.
all that to make you so dumb you don't even have a chance to protest against his plan.
"gonna make you so full kitten, you'll carry a baby for me yeah? is that right? you'll do that."
you're still too young to be thinking about being a mother but he makes it sound so, so tempting. you'd have a stable life, a loving and outrageously hot husband partner, a nice home always full of happiness and if he would fuck you like he's doing now for the rest of your life, well, you would consider yourself the luckiest woman on earth.
"stuff you 'till- 'till you become round and puffy- fuck! I'll give you another one, just another one..." and it's his third orgasm inside of you. having a man like him become so desperate for you makes your walls tighten around him again, losing count of how many times your pleasure reached the sky, hearing him grunt and try to contain his sounds to not disturb the tranquillity of the house and to not scare you away.
dilf Minho who can't get himself to pull out just yet, his cock hardening again just from the thought of you being a mommy while he's a daddy. his cock pushes his release inside you deeper and deeper adding pressure to your womb, overwhelming feeling manifesting through tears.
"shh kitten, it's okay, breathe..." his soft kisses being placed on your cheeks, hands momentarily moving from your sore legs to place them down and caress your breasts that, well, he never thought about it but he would very much like to suck when anching from being too full of milk.
"daddy's gonna give you some more, and you'll be good and keep it all inside." he starts to move again, and he restricts your hands in his when you start to writhe and wiggle away because it's stings too good.
"imagine how happy they'll be when you'll have breakfast with us in the morning," he kisses you again, and when he sees your fucked out expression he's the one who needs to calm down.
"they love you. will you let me teach them to call you mommy?"
dilf Minho who finishes fucking you when the light coming from outside isn't from the moon anymore, but the sun. dilf Minho that watches you sleep peacefully on his chest even if he has to get up to prepare his kids for school. dilf Minho who thought he would never feel such strong emotion for anyone anymore, but finds himself making up a discourse about how he wants you to go out on a date with him, even if he's old and maybe not the cool type you may like at your age, but that can love you properly and treat you like a queen.
dilf Minho who stuffs his cock inside you again as he bends you on the counter when no one beside you two is in the house anymore.
continues here
thank you for this ask, I didn't really feel like writing a one shot about it just now, maybe in the future, who knows. hope you appreciated ;)
sometimes all the girl needs is sungie to suck on her toes uggggh
listen LISTEN
I never had a thing for feet or doing stuff with them but there's a fic, the amazing wonderful perfect Mari wrote it, linking it here
and I have to admit there's a chapter (chapter 2 if I remember correctly) that changed my brain chemistry a little bit okay? now, I never talk about it irl because not many are so open about it but you know when a fanfiction kinda changes your view over a sex thing/kink and you can never go back?
so the idea is so fucking hot to me as of today. now, hold my hand and walk with me.
because think about someone loving every part of you. being so obsessed with you, that nothing matters beside finding ways to show you how much they love you. every part of your body is sexy in this context!!
so I DO think that Jisung would grab your feet and start kissing them when they rest on his chest as he's balls-deep inside you. the angle is perfect, the pace is perfect, but he just loves you so so so much he has to show you and he can't lean down to reach your lips!! so his hands travel from your calves to your ankles and it's really a matter of time before he finds himself kissing the pads of your toes- maybe one or two disappearing in his mouth? the sensation is weird at first. you jolt in surprise, squeeze your walls around his cock, and you want to withdraw your legs because that's so sudden!! but Jisung looks in heaven. eyes close shut, brows furrowed to the center of his forehead, hands gripping your legs tiightly as his lips wrap around your toes, and he starts to suck a little bit, and his hips start to roll even more deliciously.
so you just let him do it! because Jisung starts letting out deep, guttural sounds as he keeps kissing and licking your feet- and it feels so new and strange and... dirty? somehow it's dirty. really, really kinky. and he didn't know he liked this and you didn't know you liked it too... and you just both indulge in it as your moans get louder and his thrusts deeper.
it's only a matter of time before he cries with a foot in his mouth as he spills inside you without any trace of shame in his body.
"we should... try to use every part of our body from now on. don't you think?" he asks as you rest against his chest now, and you know what this really means. "we should try to be freakier and explore every possible route during sex", this is what that means.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hard dom Jisung, angry sex (oopsie), unprotected sex (boo), slapping/spanking, a bit of manhandling??
a little something to excuse myself for the long wait. wrote it on the bus on my way home, might include some of these lines on my rockstar Ji fic
thinking about Jisung and his long wavy brown hair dripping with his sweat while he pounds into you. his necklace shining under the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand, cross pendant swinging back and forth in the air colliding with his chest, you being hypnotized by it.
his lips are parted, voice usually silvery being now low and rough as he throws his head back, hair sticking to his forehead. he's been fucking you for hours and he doesn't seem to get tired. his grip on you is bruising, you're all sticky and dirty and honestly kind of mentally gone because of the past three orgasms. thinking about how his hard, pretty cock leaks inside you and it fills, it just fills all of you and you're so in love with the feeling that when he pulls out to edge himself you can't help but whine and plea him to just put it in again and sputter incoherent praises and declarations of love.
"shut the fuck up."
thinking about Jisung sliding his sensitive red tip between your puffy cunt after all his slapping and sucking, your slick making him slip left and right while he winches at the friction. your hands are now trying to grasp his snatched waist, broad muscular shoulders too far from your desperate hold. he cups your breasts and queezes them, smooth skin overflowing between his fingers that makes his eyes roll upwards. he goes all the way in once again in only one motion taking your breath away, slight stinging sensation deep inside you where he hits you faster, faster, faster. he fucks into you like he does with his fleshlight, holding you up by your hips and maneuvring you to his liking, making you meet his thrusts.
"am I fucking cute now? huh?" he asks you between sharp thrusts, a veiny hand that was previously on his guitar now pinching your clit harshly, "wanna squish my cheeks? wanna boop my nose and tell me 'm good? fucking tell me then." his condescending tone making you flustered, heat spreading on your face and limbs trembling because of shame. you shouldn't have said those things to tease him, but you really didn't know he could be something other than adorable during sex.
thinking about how he slaps the side of your thigh before circling your sensitive bundle of nerves again, waiting for you to follow his request... or maybe his order. you clench hard around him.
"s-so good Ji, feels good!" and he smirks, but he doesn't seem satisfied yet. another spank is set a bit lower, near your asscheek.
"'m sorry! sorry for saying that! you're hot and sexy and- oh god, please!!" you start tearing up as you feel him pull out again, his balls now resting on your wet core as his lenght stands up against him. he's panting, air feeling harsh inside his lungs but oh if it's worth it. thinking about how he cages your legs between his muscular arms to not let you move as he rubs himself on you, laughing at how you start crying because of the emptiness, because you were close, because he's being mean.
"next time think twice before running that little mouth of yours baby..." he slowly positions himself again looking into your eyes, an expression you've never seen on him before, "you don't know what I can do to you in bed. got it?"
and you don't know how, but he bottoms out slamming into you, and your fourth orgasm happens along with his. explosively, walls clamping down on him as your shiny release gushes all over him, a bit on his abdomen, a bit running down both your thighs, his hot cum flowing out of you as he throws you back down on the abused matress.
"don't underestimate me ever again." he's hoarse, still a bit mad, but he leans down to kiss your lips softly and caress your cheek before leaving one last hit on your right tit, enamoured with the way it bounces lightly.
Can you write about a female reader giving Han a blowjob under a desk and then ALMOST getting caught by changbin? (Make han spit in her mouth too😍) I’ve read something like this before and I can’t find it anymore so can you write it? 😭 I will literally love you forever if u write this😭💕
I debated with myself for a few days about writing this or not because I actually don't take requests but... you asked nicely and the idea is hot, so I'll elaborate a bit, yeah? (spoiler: I got carried away) maybe try to pone it differently next time!! 🩷 you could start with "imagine giving Han a blowjob under a desk and..." nonetheless, thank you for thinking of me when asking for this delicious scenario, I had a lot of fun!! now you have to love me forever :)
He can't stop thinking about it... from the way creamy toothpaste was all around your lips this morning, how they delicately rested on your mug to sip your preferred beverage for breakfast, how they pronounced his name and pursed to kiss him when he left to work... Jisung does try to wrap a hand around his cock when he's finally alone but he specifically needs your mouth to do it today.
And it was so frustrating having people continuously asking him if he was alright all morning, with his face flushed, sweating, adjusting his clothes every two seconds, and the day goes on and he can't stop the patting and tugging between his legs as if to shoo away his rock hard erection.
So he just... calls you, in the end. He doesn't know what else to do. And he kind of fools you into thinking that he's his not so uncommon soft and pleading kind of needy self, making you feel guilty for not being there with him, taking care of the little problem that poor clueless you caused, so you decide to help. There's nothing more important than your sweet boyfriend, right? It's just that when you get there and knock on the door of his studio he rushes to forcefully grab your arm to pull you onto him, while he shuts the door with a hard slam. Where is the cutie you left behind the phone few minutes before?
Jisung reaches your hand and directs it to his crotch, making you feel him, guiding you in a up-and-down motion as he hisses and buries his face in the crook of your neck.
"Where the fuck were you?" he whispers near your ear, hot breath making your skin rise with goosebumps, light grazing of his teeth accompanying his smooth tongue, cause of the gasp coming from you. He starts to move against your hand, grinding on it as you squeeze a little bit, fingers playing around there and tugging at his waistband.
"Sorry baby... I'm here to help now," you kiss his cheek and stop yourself from moaning when he returns his sharp gaze to you. "What do you need?" you ask him in a whisper.
"On your knees." and you start to go down, but he stops you and takes your chin to guide your head dowards the desk, "Under there, baby. Go under there."
It's a little tight and uncomfy at first, but when you adjust your knees on the fluffy carpet and he spreads his legs once sitted you magically fit perfectly. Jisung has his sweats lowered just enough for his hard, leaky lenght to be exposed, and your mouth waters at the sight, just like always. His breath is heavy and his eyes can't stay open for too long because your pretty face with the shadow of his cock across it could make him cum on the spot.
Jisung carefully spreads precum on his tip trying to not jump from how sensitive he is. For as much as he's excited, it's not enough to reach the base yet, so he detaches from the back of the expensive work chair and spits on himself, saliva lingering on his plump bottom lip, making it shine like when he wears gloss. You whimper. He notices.
He spits again, it lands on his dark bush and it slides down slowly. You shift in place to close your thighs as much as you can, afraid of your wetness seeping through your panties. Jisung notices that too. The gears in his head start to move... and his thought sounds just right. His light touch makes you lean against his hand as he delicately tucks some stray hair behind your ears, before slowly gripping the ones on your nape to pull you a bit closer, mere centimeters away from where he wanted you for hours.
With the other hand he makes his thumb travel over your lips, parting them until he's holding your jaw open, and without a warning his spit lands inside your mouth, making you flinch from the surprise. When you look at him again his tongue is still lolled out and he's smiling. Oh, you're clenching. And it just comes so natural to swallow it, the action making him hiss and throw his head back while he chuckles, "I'm so glad that you're as disgusting as me."
That's how you spend a good amount of time taking his saliva in your mouth, patienty waiting for him to gather some to give to you, being scolded because you let it slide from the corners of your mouth, having to collect some more because Jisung smears it all over your face. He did spurt a bit while watching you like this, doing something so gross... but he called you for a reason after all, no?
And god, the way the shiny trasparent fluid overflows and drips on the floor when you take his cock, some going down him too staining his sweats, he has to hold the armrests to gather enough strenght to not immediately cum and possibly appear like a poor virgin boy. Who needs lube when you can spit into your girlfriend's mouth? This is his new obsession, this might be the best blowjob of his life.
Your hands grip his clothed thighs, holding the fabric of his pants as you try to take him whole, nose nuzzling against his wet hair as you feel the tip hitting the back of your throat. He loves the way you squeeze around him when you choke, Jisung fucking loves how you swirl your tongue, how you hold him up and leave long licks from his balls to his frenulum where you pay sweet attention. Little things that his hand can't do.
"God you're so fucking perfect baby," he wipes some tears from your eyes before one hand gently closes around your throat and the other leaves little pats at the top of your head, "keep going like that, yeah..."
The sound of his notification makes him groan in annoyance. Jisung leaves you without his touch and you whine around him lacking the opportunity to pout, vibrations making him moan, but he still hushes you while he tries to adjust to the brightness of the screen.
His eyes winden. A hand is back on top of your head and if you're happy at first, you get confused a second after when you feel him push you away.
"Babe we gotta stop, Bin is coming here."
But you don't move. He tries to make you, but you look up at him with your big beautiful eyes and you feel him twitch.
"He's down the fucking isle- for- for fuck's sake move from- here!" he tries to keep his voice in a whisper but it cracks with a moan when you start sucking him harder. He's close, he's so fucking close. The idea of getting caught by one of his best friends is making you dizzy... so risky and wrong and embarassing but oh if it's tempting, letting Changbin see how you're so pretty for Jisung and take all of him even if you gag and your knees burn... and he thinks the same. His belly starts to contract and his breath is frantic and panicked. What if Changbin enters now? What if he sees him about to cum on the chair everyone uses? Jisung's cheeks become so hot and red and he can imagine his head exploding before he feels your smooth fingers trace his abs with featherlight touches, then taking all of him once again.
He lets out a strangled moan, knuckles whitening from how hard he's holding the backrest above his head, thick white cum all down your throat and you start to swallow even before him finishing his release.
The doorknob clicks. His cock is still inside your mouth but he's quick to reach for the jacket near him and place it on his lap, moving a bit closer to the desk to cover you too.
"Ji? Are you alright?" Changbin's voice isn't as loud as always, probably worried about his friend that was grumpy and easily irritable all day, and obviously physically unwell.
Jisung is still coming down from his high and it doesn't help that you keep on licking him clean, making him jolt and soak in sweat.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright Bin, 's all good." he tries to ressure him to make him leave faster.
"You're... so red Ji, and you're sweating and panting, I don't think you're alright..." he approaches, and Jisung adjusts the jacket before an idea comes to mind.
"Can you do me a favor?" he asks, Changbin immediately listening and ready to help his friend, "Can you go ask if I can leave early? And maybe ask for a fever thermometer too, I might have a flu, to be honest."
Changbin nods, finally satisfied with his sincerity. If only he knew the real reason why he's like this...
"You have to stop being a workaholic Ji, I say it because I care!"
"Bin just... I know. Thank you. Can you please go now?"
"And y/n? Where did she go?"
Oh, shit.
"She went to the bathroom."
There's a bit of tension that fills the air for a few seconds, while you try to stay as silent as possible, not really resisting the urge to kiss Jisung's tip.
"Oh, okay. Hope I'll be able to say goodbye later, haven't seen her in a while." and with that Changbin exits the room without a suspect.
You two make sure he's far enaugh before you come out of the crampled space and he adjusts his pants to let you sit on his lap. Laughter spontaneously comes from both of you and he hugs you tight, your chest flat on his. Jisung kisses you and he can still feel a bit of saltiness in your mouth, but he doesn't care.
"It was,"
"So hot." he finishes. "Risky. We never did something so risky..." his hands wander until they find the soft curves of your ass and rest there. You nod and clutch your arms around his neck and get comfy, as close as possible.
"Thank you, I really needed this baby." another tender kiss is set on your forehead now, while he caresses your back, "But I guess I'll have to punish you at home, hm? Bin could have seen us, and you didn't listen to me. Bad girl, bad bad girl..." dirty smile spreading on his lips, plans of what he wants to do to you playing in his head nonstop like a creative flow.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: use of sexual toys, fingering, unprotected sex!
thinking about how Minho makes you sit on his lap, both of you completely naked after a long day. he's inhaling the scent of your shampoo, the same one he uses too, as the hand that isn't busy caressing your side pats the bed near him searching for the right toy between the vast collection he displayed on top of your royal purple sheets.
"let me make it better kitty, just trust me," his fingers lingering on the crystal-clear silicone mint tinted dildo he bought for you recently, "now, be a good girl and let me do my thing, hmm?"
you feel the smooth and cold plastic pat your clit few times, Minho's smirk against your shoulder and his breath fanning on your neck as he looks at you from the big mirror in front of you two. the phallic shape isn't that different from the one of his cock, and now that you see it better, you know why he spent half an hour riling you up and still poured a generous amount of lube on your puffy, excited cunt. the room smells like raspberries now.
"you're a good kitty right? gonna take it all for me..." he whispers, nodding in delight as he starts to thrust the dildo up your entrance, slow but steady, and it being crystal-like lets him see your little hole make a big stretch. Minho doesn't even know if he's doing this for you or for him at this point, he just knows that his cock is rock hard against the curve of your ass.
thinking about his hand tightly wrapped around the base where the fake not-so-well-made balls are, and he takes his time to direct your face to the mirror's direction, your cheeks being squished by his still lubed hand.
Minho starts to pick up speed. his arm blocks your whole chest, it presses you down and you can't help but spread your legs wider. the fake veins are prominent, you can feel them well, but they don't pulse like the ones of your boyfriend. the thing intrudes inside you and hits various delicate spots, yes, but it's a shame that your lover's precum is being wasted on the smaller of your back, on his thighs. what Minho's cock can't do though, is having this kind of speed. despite resembling a pornstar when he dances, his hips could never allow him such rhythm... his pumped bicep instead, is well trained and can endure a speed that makes your head spin.
thinking about the sweet words he tells you as you melt against him, pliant, a whimpering mess as you let him abuse your cunt with the toy. he goes progressively futher, the whole lenght disappearing inside you and the tips of his fingers are brushing your folds. the grip of your hand on his thighs is addicting, scratching, leaving red prints on his honey skin. "is my kitty cat feelin' good?"
you can't even speak, nodding against the cunjucture between his neck and shoulder. when his free hand catches your soft breasts he purrs in delight and starts to massage them, closing his fingers between your nipples and delicately rolling them to have you spasm over him. he loves it so much, when he makes you feel so much pleasure you become a brainless little thing, when you start to sniffle and sweet fat tears adorn your eyes.
his heavy breaths accompany your mewls and the squelching sound. his eyes are fixed on your pussy, avidly taking in the reflected images in front of him. your juices drip down your thighs until they reach his, and they squirt when he pushes the toy in and out. you're floating, your coscience isn't anywhere near reach at the moment, it's just silicone inside you and sweet degrading words, teeth biting your tender flesh.
Minho suddenly stops moving, the toy deep inside you, his hands roaming and groping everywhere. your whines and protests do nothing to him. "I know what is better for you kitty cat, be quiet 'n let me work, mh?" stern tone and serious eyes as you interrupt his playtime. he slowly takes his fingers on your neglected clit, peaking all cute and engorged from your folds for him to circle like an ancient torture.
you're full and stimulated, so it's only natural that your orgasm is so hard the dildo slips out of your cute little pussy and Minho has to replace it with three of his fingers, adding pressure upwards on that spot that makes your eyes cross </3 it's cruel the way he laughs.
"feelin' better?"
"you think you can take Minnie's cock now, kitty cat?"
"atta girl, now turn around 'n lay on my chest f'me hm? okay?"
as he effortlessly sinks into you, hissing, closing his eyes, breathing in your scent and kissing your collarbone, you know that cold sylicone will never ever compare.
thinking about needy friend Jisung and how he holds your hips against his hard, aching cock while you have your head squished between the pillows on his couch :(
how he makes it collide against your clothed cunt and rubs himself in his jeans with the hard material against his very, very smooth tip, whimpering in desperation. thinking about how he draws circles on your clit on top of your thin yoga pants while you feel him pushing them and your panties a bit inside your little hole from how much force he's putting into his thrusts.
"but it's not cheating if we don't have sex! we won't even strip, I promise!" he said few minutes ago, begging you to help him with his little problem because he didn't have anyone he could do these things with, and you had to feel a bit sorry for him. what kind of person leaves their friend alone in a moment of need? besides he was being so cute, pouting and tugging at your shirt. you couldn't resist the poor guy :(
with another hand he slides your straps down and drags your bra under your breasts, still not directly touching you. he finds your perky, pretty nipple under your shirt and starts pinching it making you shudder.
"bet your boyfriend can't make you feel this good even if he fucks you properly right?"
his words piercing in your chest making your heartbeat fasten. you can only let out your shaky breaths while gripping the cotton fabric of the black cushions as you feel how the wet patch between your legs clings onto the bump in his pants.
thinking about how his chest is flat on your back, drawing eights with his hips on your ass, his whines now near your ears making you softly moan. you can hear your clothes rubbing against one another, your sexes stimulated to the point it almost hurts. he starts slamming onto you almost slapping your poor cunt with the impact reverbating up your ass. it's so dirty and wrong and yet you can't stop thinking about just him, your boyfriend long forgotten.
"making me use you like this, don't you feel like a little slut? huh?" you start to meet his thrusts midway, hiding your face by looking down from embarassment. you both are getting closer, vision blurring from both pleasure and exhaustion.
thinking about how he kisses your neck hungrily, nibbling your skin, taking it between his teeth and leaving marks you'll have to cover in panic later. "you'll remember what you're doing now later- fuck! want you queezing your thighs in shame, wan-t your little- shit so close" he takes you even closer to him: "want your little fingers touching your pussy while you think about this"
"Ji!" the thought finally making your empty hole clench hard, cum dripping from the fabric of the pants, him making a mess in his own.
thinking, thinking about Jisung keeping you close to him while you come down from your high; about how he doesn't stop sucking making purple spots on your nape.
"theeere you are sweetheart, see? not as bad as you thought right?"
thinking about Chan toying with the -according to him- adorable hood over your clit as his fingers are still twirled around your lacy panties, that he's currently pushing inside you. the material slowly absorbs your wetness, darkening the piece of fabric by a shade or two as you feel it rough against your delicate walls, but... the sensation makes you strangely aroused?
"feels good?" knotty, thick fingers move inside you like the ones of a mage casting a spell, his words being carried by the hot air that hovers aroud your bodies.
Chan is licking his lips as he watches your little hole pread and tighten, your panties being sucked in more and more; they'd disappear if he released his hold on them. he's having so much fun, you can't even comprehend to which astral realm his head is whenever he has you like this.
"what if you lose 'em inside?" you're surely welcoming the copious waves of arousal arriving from your center to your face, going to your squirming legs that Chan is quick to block with his now free hand up in the air, but that little tinge of anxiety doesn't really disappear. it's something new, he came home and without much greetings nor explanations he told you to "go make yourself all pretty for me with the red set and sit on the bed. you have three minutes."
so you didn't really predict... this. his digits aren't that deep inside you, but he's pushing your thong further and you can't feel full but the whole thought of something unconventional, dirty, almost gross is sending you haywire.
"I won't. but if that happens, I'll just have to search right? spread you until I see inside, inspect!" he's playful and fuck if he's menace when he's like this, each word of his accentuated by a thrust of his palm on your squelching core. Chan laughs with such softness with his adorable queaks that you almost forget what he's doing to you.
"shit... angel you'll chop my fingers off if you clench like that again y'know..."
"Christopher!"
thinking about Chan giggling at your frustration as he stops touching you to lower down, his plump lips near your warm, pulsating cunt. his fingers leave you, but he doesn't take your panties out along with him. he sees your brows furrowing but he soothes your worries caressing your thighs and your belly, your own arousal glistening your skin where he touched.
you're so, so cute. your pussy is cute. all leaky and shiny and fuck, the red strings of the thong coming out of you? Chan sighs. the man just sighs. he gets all pouty and whiny as he easily makes you slip further on the matress having you completely laying down, legs hooked around his head, your heels planting on his back. that's how he takes a mouthful of your lips with a whine, suckling on them tenderly.
you can't comprehend how a man that reacts like this to your pussy could ever give you orders and punish you if you don't follow them, but he actually does. and it's frustrating because Chan loves bratty girls to give lessons to, and you are one. so, when you dare to wander with your hands through his curly hair he just smacks your side, sound echoing in the bedroom along your welp.
"keep your fucking hands on your tits, you can't disturb people while they eat just like that, got it?" he's suddenly so serious, voice deep just like his eyes that aren't sparkling anymore... a shiver goes through your whole body. that's exacly one of the reasons why you fell for him, the duality. it's easy for him to slip his tongue along your folds, nose nuzzling over your bundle of nerves making your nails dig in the soft skin of your breasts.
"Channie..." you don't know why you call his name, but he likes it a lot.
thinking about Chan and how his tongue swirls around the little part of your panties that is spilling from your precious cunt. thinking about how he secures his hold on it with his teeth that graze your sensitive folds and pulls them out just enough for the wet fabric to hang and brush your asscheeks. the sensation is heavenly. every lace detail resembles the veins on his cock when he fucks you, material unfolding and coming out as a string leaving you longing for something inside again. he's salivating, his erection is hurting but he's soooo far from finished.
"like it? just nod or shake your head sweetheart." he leaves few pecks on your inner thighs while his gaze is still attentive to your movements; when you nod his groan is so loud you almost flinch.
Chan is quick to push the panties inside you again with his tongue this time, fucking you with it slowly, savoring this precious moment with his girl. he has to pinch your clit though, you're losing your focus on him and he wants you to concentrate!
"pay attention at how Channie makes you feel good, yeah? stay with me." his tone is different again, much calmer and smooth as he returns to his ministrations. he slips his hands under you and grabs your arse, pulling you closer as his face is planted between your legs. he plays with the damped lace to his liking, tongue changing direction every now and then to lick fat stripes of your sensitive skin. you're so close, lower belly feeling tight, you really can't stop whining and sobbing.
he loves it so much when you can't stay still, when you can't follow his instructions but you still try. you always try so hard for him, he can only reward you right?
thinking about how Chan moans while he's making out with your pussy, how the thong disappears as he stuffs it completely inside you, his tongue moving flat on your clit.
thinking about your orgasm being so intense you push everything out, screaming his name as your legs tremble, thinking about his stupid smile as he keeps on leaving short licks making your release longer, harder. he praises you for being so good to him, Chan kisses you, cum still coating his chin. you don't notice what he's doing, until suddenly, forcefully, he makes you open your mouth to put your drenched panties there.
"that was so fun!" he cheers, happy face opposed to your tired one.
