Mr. Seo and the Bedazzled Panties - Dom?Junseo
warnings - Dom?Junseo, Fat!y/n <3, korean (translations included), creampie, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms (you!), dirty talk, he lifts you up, mating press, cowgirl (yeehaw ammirite)
translation guide: (-implied words- rest of/full translation) if i fucked up any korean pls KINDLY lmk! i'm still learning!!
words - 3797
request - closed inbox thirsts: open
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an: based on those bedazzled name undies that i kept getting ads for on tiktok lmfao and also the fact that i can't get this man out of my head. i'm so in love w him it makes me physically ill. i may write like i want to fuck him (and i do), but more than that i want to romance him and if i wrote about that it would become so sappy and sickly sweet that you'd vomit until you died, so instead i'll write this porn about him. you're welcome <3 don't forget to use protection pls!! i'm begging on my hands and knees... we live in super hell rn and super hell doesn't need any more children (unless ofc you have the means and resources to raise aforementioned children happily and healthily! god forbid they end up fucked up like i am and write smut about music artists and animated men) ofc i did not proof read this. if something is fucked up... welp... it's tough in these street ig but not as tough as it is in these sheets-- UPTOP!!
Junseo never thought he'd enjoy something like this. He always felt a little dirty afterwards and so did you but in the moment... he didn't just enjoy it. He loved it. In fact, most days, despite himself, he craved it and you always obliged.
Junseo had promised to come over immediately after practice. You had messaged him that morning wishing him good luck for the day and reminding him that he was loved and not to skip his meals. It was the same nagging message you'd been sending, since you were just a BB on fancafe. It always made him smile.
He went to respond with his usual, "thank you for always supporting us. I love you. ♡" which he knew made you always 'chew through the carpet' in a bad way' as you would say
But before he could hit send you sent him a photo. What you wore wasn't necessarily too revealing... but there you were kneeling in the full body mirror in your bedroom, wearing a tube top (that he couldn't help but notice accentuated the softer rolls of your back, coming to cover just underneath them), and what was obviously a pair of his sweatpants based on the way they hung loosely on you hips (despite the angle of the photo being from the back, he could tell by how close the waistband sat to the curve of your ass, that you wearing it lower in the front too-- showing more of you tummy unabashedly).
While just this outfit alone had his cheeks heating up and thoughts arising from places other than his brain; he would normally be able to keep control of himself. Watering down any suggestive thoughts or ideas, with the feeling of love. Junseo always felt special when you sent photos like this because the two of you had talked many times about your shared eating issues and disordered thoughts... so when you sent something that showed off and emphasized aspects of your body that you normally talked negatively about.... he felt his heart swelling. He loved every inch of you and always made it very noticeable. Any moment that you loved every inch too, felt like a win.
And this time, just like normal, he did think about all of those things. He tried thinking of them 3 times, but there was one last article of clothing that had him almost lightheaded. Junseo gripped the phone in his hand like it was his only life line to reality, as he looked between the photo and the message underneath.
Sitting higher on your waist was a medium width black silk "waistband", that led to what was obviously a lace thong. Along the band was his name in bejeweled lettering. It sat perfectly with the sweatpants. He had to keep reading the message underneath to ground himself and remind himself of what the day ahead of him entailed.
" 서씨보고싶당..
오늘따라 유난히 너가 보고싶어<3 제발 집에 와 ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ "
(mr. seo i miss you *cutely* especially today! please come home)
The message was cute. It was you trying your best to be cute in his native language. He told you once that it gave him strength to see you working hard on something important to you and ever since then, you'd send messages such as this.
It didn't match the photo.
His brain was really struggling to compute all of the emotions he was feeling but he did know one thing despite the mini tornado in his mind... he would be seeing you tonight.
Just when you began to get nervous about the silence from his end despite knowing he'd seen the message , you finally got a response.
You grinned.
" 난 너가 귀여워서 좋아 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I'll be over after tonight's practice ♡"
(-this is why- i like you, because you're cute lol)
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Junseo spends the entire day in idol mode. He works extra hard. Giving 400% instead of 200%. Telling himself that the harder he works the faster the day will pass by.
In idol mode everything is a blur. Fansign, to comeback preparations, to dance video shoot, and finally to comeback practice.
By the time the day comes to an end, Junseo is cleaning quickly and efficiently. Not once does he stop to take a break despite the fact that they've been dancing for almost 3 hours.
The boys all eye him with worried curiosity, except Lune he watches him with a smirk and a mischievous glint.
Just when Lune sees Yuku get up to approach his elder, who was still bustling around quickly, he too gets up. He casually walks across the room to grab water as if that had been his purpose all along.
"Don't worry Yuku," he says over his shoulder, before grabbing his water and unscrewing the cap, " his girlfriend just ' really misses mister seo ' "
Junseo’s head whips around, a dark blush on his face as his eyes meet Lune's. His elder winks at him and continues speaking.
"Just go ahead and head out Yuku lost to me in our last gaming tournament sooo," his eyes trail dramatically over to Yuku who has let his posture droop exasperatedly, "you don't have to worry about it."
Junseo thanks them both without a second to think and respectfully requests to be dismissed.
Dongil and E-Chan glanced knowingly at one another before dismissing him.
With quick goodbyes he's gone and on his way to you. The door to the practice room slams behind him, but he barely hears it as he focuses on walking and texting at the same time.
‘공주님~ 나 집에 가고 있어~ Be there soon !'
(princess~ i'm coming home~)
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Junseo doesn't know what happened between the time he left practice and made it to your doorstep, but whatever it was, it had made him desperate.
*****
As soon as you hear the key in the lock, you're launching yourself up off the couch. By the time he's actually opening the door you feel like you've been standing there waiting forever.
You allow him just enough time to take off his shoes and set down the bag he carried that day before you're running into him.
Immediately you note that he's a bit different today and you bury your wicked grin in his chest. Breathing in his scent deeply, enjoying the light musky smell..
When you do this he finally wraps you up in his arms. His grip immediately on the rolls of your back, as his fingers slip under the hem of your top. Before your body can even process the actions, the fabric is gone.
Despite removing your shirt he pays no attention to your now exposed breasts. Instead he steps away just long enough to remove his own shirt before cupping your face in his large hands and kissing you messily.
The sloppy kisses move quickly from your lips to your necks as his hands grab needily at different parts of your body.
You can't keep up.
You've never seen him like this. You thought he may like the undies, but never this much. You wanted to slow him down but it felt good. Every time you thought you might find the courage to stop him your words were somehow only coming out in gasps and moans.
When his fingers brushed against the bejeweling of his name, he halted all other movement, allowing himself time to really take it in.
Eventually he leaned down to kiss your ear before whispering darkly, "thank you for my gift ."
Junseo left you no time to respond, quickly removing your (his) sweatpants. He pulled you close to his body. Your bare chest smooshing against his as his hands grab at your ass.
When he's finally had enough of bruising you up with his grasp, he releases you and instead gently takes your hand. Junseo walks you into the living room, letting go of your hand and sitting in your lounge chair.
He looks at you expectantly and pats his lap. Despite the nervousness you feel in your body you walk over to him. You try to sit on his lap gently, preparing yourself to try and hold all the weight, but before you can get your footing his hands are grabbing your waist and quickly pulling your scarcely covered pussy to his jean covered crotch. You could feel his hard-on through the fabric and couldn't stop yourself from dragging yourself against him.
You were only allowed that beautiful feeling once before Junseo decided to really thank you for his gift.
His fingers dug harshly into your hips and stopped all of your movement.
"Stop. I'm going to show you how grateful I am."
He makes quick work of lifting you into a slightly more inclined position on his lap, before leaning your back to his chest and grabbing your thighs. As Junseo spread your legs apart you could hear his breathing fall a bit off track.
That was the last clear thought you had before he started speaking and your brain fizzled into uselessness.
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"You talk about liking my hands a lot right? I will give you the things I've seen you text your friends about."
With that he brings two fingers to your mouth and two to your clit. Just like all the other choreography he's ever learned, he knows all of the correct moves.
As soon as his fingers press against you, you shudder and gasp softly. He takes advantage of the small part in your lips, to press his fingers inside your mouth.
As soon as they enter, he shoves them into the back of your throat, making you gag hard. He pulls his fingers out allowing you a quick breath before shoving them back in. He does this a few more times until you're no longer gagging and instead dripping saliva down his hand as you take his fingers as far as you can into your throat.
You can feel him growing harder against you and you clench around nothing and whimper at the emptiness.
As if he could read your mind he abandons your clit and pulls his soaked fingers from your mouth, opting instead to properly drape both your legs over the arms of the chair and slide the bit of drenched flimsy lace out of the way of where you needed him most.
With no prep he presses his two thick, wet fingers inside of you. You let out a near pornographic moan at the stretch. Your breathing is labored as he drags his fingers in and out of your heat.
" 's really tight" Junseo mumbles with something akin to hunger and awe.
He scissors his fingers inside of you and watches you with wide eyes. Your hips cant up and Junseo grabs you roughly, holding them steady. His fingers relentless in their movement.
Junseo noses against your neck until you tilt your head, allowing him enough access to begin sucking darks against the sensitive skin. Between the feeling of his fingers filling you, the palm of his hand pressing against your sensitive clit, and his lips nipping at your neck, you cum much quicker than expected.
He pauses for a minute, slightly surprised. It fuels his confidence and stokes his own arousal. Junseo brings his lips to your temple, kissing your head lovingly. You think that he is giving you time to come down, but quickly realize that isn't the case as he works a third finger inside of you.
As soon as you're wrapped around his three fingers snuggly, insides still twitching from the orgasm only moments ago, he begins thrusting them in and out of you with a speed that would have your knees knocking together if it weren't his other hand pinning one of your thighs to the chair. Your head lolling forward as the unending pleasure wracks through your body.
The sounds you let out were beyond pathetic.
"Moremoremore, Seo, pleasemore" you slurred, hips twitching as you dripped around his fingers, that seemed to never stop pumping out of you.
" s'pretty jagi~"
"Do you feel good?"
"You want more? Tell me what is more?"
You whined and whimpered as you clenched and came around his fingers again.
Entire body tensing, as the squelching sound of his movements becomes louder. A dark blush spreads across his cheeks when you finally find the strength to (barely) speak full syllables.
" 너네 자지," (your dick) the words were slurred but undeniable, as if his still moving fingers are pressing them out of you, "pleasepleaseplease Seo"
You weren't yelling, you were begging in between breathless cries of pleasure. He had never seen you like this. So easily made to beg. So sensitive and whiney. This was different for both of you in every way and to say you were both loving it was an understatement.
"네가 애원할 때 너무 상냥하게 들렸기 때문이야, 자기야~" (only because you sounded so sweet when you begged, baby) he mumbled into your ear as his fingers left you abruptly.
Your response was nothing more than a gasp and a soft whimper. Junseo's big hands grab at your thighs; mean. He takes a deep breath seemingly trying to ground himself before he loosens his grip, and mumbles an unapologetic, "미안." (sorry)
Junseo lets your thigh drop from the arm rest and readjusts, moving you both to a more upright position. "Can you turn and face me?"
His voice sounds almost nervous, but his actions show nothing of the sort. As soon as you stand (on wobbly legs), he wastes no time removing his pants and his boxers. You try to ignore the obvious wet spot your orgasms left on his jeans. When you reposition yourself on his lap, you hover over him. His member standing tall, twitching with anticipation, tip flushed and already leaking pre.
One of Junseo's hands comes to your waist while the other wraps around the base of his cock. Your hands grip the back of the chair and then his shoulders as he helps you ease down onto him. Slowly he sinks into your tight heat, both hands on your hips as he bottoms out.
Your once upright position now significantly different as you slump against him, your head resting on his shoulder. You can feel his chest heaving against yours, his pants heating your ear. All you can do is whimper as his dick twitches inside of you. Hands still on your hips, he helps to lift you. Slowly he pulls out before rolling his hips upwards to meet with your own that he pushes down. He fits perfectly inside you, already touching the soft spongey spot that has you clenching around him. Junseo doesn't really require much help from you at all, his brain focused on the feeling of your tight cunt wrapping around him greedily.
Just as you begin to feel a bit more used to his size, he begins moving you. His strong hands grip your hips with intent, his fingers digging into your plushness. Lifting you with ease before dropping you slowly back down his length.
It doesn’t take long for him to match his hips to the pattern, his cock pushing impossibly deep inside of you, the stretch making sounds leave your lips that you didn’t know you were capable of making. His muscles flexing as he uses you like his own personal fleshlight. Clipped moans leave him, his jaw slack. Each sound directly into your ear. Junseo’s eyes scrunch closed due to the pleasure. His grasp on you is harsh and bruising. The slow and steady pace of his guided movements is dizzying. Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you and then drags his thick length back out. You tremble like a leaf in his grasp, hips rolling with a steady pace, as if he's truly relishing in the feeling of you.
“S’pretty-” his words come out broken and stuttered, the pleasure more than evident in each syllable, “ff-huh fuck, 너- 너무 좋은.” (so good~)
Junseo buries his face into your neck to muffle his moans, as he speeds up his movements. He brings your hips against his with fervour, loving the filthy sounds you were making. The two of you cling to one another as he fucks into. Your voices are both filled with ecstasy and desperation.
His hips only continue to meet yours with their brutal pace, your sweet sounds coming out hiccupped and whiney as you near yet another orgasm. Junseo is so lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him that he doesn’t register your desperate pleas and warnings of and about your impending climax.
"S-Seo," your voice catches in the back of your throat as he bottoms out again, "s'too much."
“응 응 자기~ 알아~” (yea, yea baby~ i know~) he mumbles as he finally begins slowing down, his goal now, to press himself as deeply as he could into your tight cunt, “take it, m’kay? 알겠어?” (alright?)
The only response you could manage was a pathetic moan as you wrapped your arms around his neck and melted into him.
"You're doing so well," his voice is strained, brows furrowed as you suck him in. Each movement has you creaming around him even more. A milky ring of slick coats his length, pussy sucking him in just as desperately as all the noises leaving your lips make it sound. His bruising grip spurs you on. Junseo’s big hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he lifts you off of him.
Junseo brings your hips down onto him with a purpose. Your head thrown back as his pace quickens suddenly. Somehow he feels even deeper than before, as if the head of his dick is pressing into your stomach. He was so deep you could taste him on the back of your tongue. His thick cock always did fill you just a little more than you could handle, making the tears that began wetting the crook of his neck feel like a reward. Junseo knew you were really feeling good when the tears began pouring out of your eyes and nothing but mumbled euphoric nonsense left your pretty lips. Junseo sucks air through his teeth, as you convulse around him. Despite none of the effort being from you, you can't stop the way you shake in his grasp. Over and over he fills you up, bruises forming under his grip as he fucks up into you. Fat body jiggling with his force. You're sure you must be beyond heavy, especially in this position, but based on how consistently he fucks you, its nothing to him. Too enamored by you, too desperate for the pleasure of his release.
Junseo’s voice is gruff and labored, "기분이 너무 좋아," (i feel so good) his arousal obvious in each syllable, as if it took all of his focus to say even that much.
You can't respond, not properly, every thought in your brain is just as scrambled as your insides seem to be. Your plush form pressed against him, both of you slick and sticky with sweat. Your cunny leaking messily over his lap as you bury your head in his neck. Pathetic whimpers and mewls dancing across his tan skin as you fall apart.
You clamp down around him, shivers wracking through your body, your orgasm is messy, dripping down his length as he ravages you. His fat cock bullying into your clenching and overstimulated pussy. You softly cry against his shoulder, the unending pleasure starting to take a sharper edge of pain, which only further works you up, "서 제발, 투머치," (seo please, too much) you whine.
He doesn’t hear you, or rather, he doesn't listen to your plea. Instead wrapping his muscular arms around your squishy body , holding you tightly against him as he ruts into/against you like a dog, too lost in his own fulfillment.
"S'good, s'warm nd wet," his words far more vulgar than they'd normally be and somewhere between your slurs of how deep he was and how you couldn’t possibly take anymore, he heard something that made his cock jump dangerously inside of you.
Cum inme Seo, ‘s yours
His movements stilled and you began to whine almost immediately. Instead of entertaining it, he chooses to take your words away. With little struggle Junseo stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist, his cock still inside you and walks the two of you a few steps away to the couch.
As soon as your back is against the cushions, he is pushing your knees nearly to your ears, “내 거야” (-this pussy- it's mine) he says matter-of-factly setting a bruising pace. You’re folded in half, your knees hooked over his shoulders as he bullies his fat cock in and out of you, grunts and groans filling your ears. His teeth nipping at you as he sucks dark marks on your neck and collar bones.
Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as your pathetic noises only work to spur Junseo on. His stamina unwavering. Each thrust throws you further into the unwavering pain and pleasure of overstimulation. Your loud cries reduced to strained puffs of air and hoarse whimpers, the space instead being filled with Junseo’s uncharacteristically loud and desirous sounds. His normal demeanor long gone as you begin to once again flutter around him. Your blunt nails scratch at his back frantically trying to ground yourself as the coil within you tightens.
It doesn’t take too many thrusts before it snaps and you squirt around him. Even as your climax wracks through your body he doesn’t stop the fluid movements of his hips. He revels in how pitiable your overstimulated keening is, knowing that he isn’t fairing much better. ,
“애인,” (sweetheart) the petname is said with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow, "I— I'm– 쌀여고 그래—" (i'm cumming--)
“C-can feel you s-so deep,” you warble, "wan you to fill me, seo.”
He holds you against him like he's trying to merge the two of you together, basically crushing you as he presses into you as far as he can and does exactly as you requested. His cum floods you, as he continues to hump into you.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," he whispers against your skin, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder, cock still twitching, still leaking into you.
Your chests rise and fall in quick unison as he unfurls your bodies. Your thighs resting loosely around his hips as he leans back and cups your face in his big hands, the two of you gazing at each other lovingly. His thumbs wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes gently, a big dopey grin dancing across his face.
"My gift," his smile widens as he speaks, "너무 좋아~" (i really like it/i like it a lot)
You laugh, your smile matching his, "다행이~" (that's a relief)
"I want to stay like this," his eyes sparkle whether it's joyously or mischievously; you aren't sure, but you don't object. Instead you reach for him, making him fold over you again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he lifts your hips and plush torso enough to hug you.
"I don't mind," you murmur into his neck and he chuckles softly, "I like being so full of you."
