“i’m gonna tear into your soul” - weak hero class NSFW (scenarios)
warnings: MDNI, ADULT characters, fem reader, swearing, fingering, overstimulation, cowgirl, thigh riding, cunnilingus, edging, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, gagging, rough sex, backshots, spanking, sadism, masochism, creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex, p in v, pet names (slut, baby)
a/n: i hope you guys enjoy???? 😳 characters: sieun, suho, gotak, baku, juntae, seongje, baekjin
sieun had your body studied down to the very bones. he spent hours with his fingers between your thighs to memorize all the spots that made your toes curl. comically enough, sieun somehow always managed to keep his composure. calm, collected, cool, lidded-eyes trailing down all your sensitive parts until you shivered in embarrassment all while shoving his fingers deep in a cruel pace. a stark contrast to his gentle demeanor.
in a way, it felt as if he were teasing you with his watchful eyes. taunting you. making you run from it.
two of his fingers curled upwards, prodding at your sweet spot in an agonizingly slow rhythm, as if he were beckoning you to come. which you were— in another way. you were quite literally about to come as he massaged your thighs with one hand while the other was knuckles deep in your soaking wet pussy.
a broken cry left your lips, “sieun! right there!”
“here?” he asked, pumping right into the place that had you clenching your thighs with his hands between them.
“mhm!” you nodded shakily, grinding up into his hands.
your clit rubbed right against the heel of his palm causing your hips to jolt and jerk from the stimulation. electricity shot through your body with each calculated pump. you were close. so close. eyes falling shut, you gripped onto the bed sheets, throwing your head back in a raw sob, wracking your vocal cords.
your orgasm struck you like lightning, sending waves down your spine. goosebumps shot through your skin, feeling an odd cooling sensation run down your skin. sieun, however, did not stop his fingers from moving in and out of your slicky cunt, relishing in the vulgar wet sounds coming from between your legs. a slight, unnoticeable smirk creased his face as he studied your every move. observing the way you gasped every time his fingers slightly pulled out and the way your back arched against his hands when he pushed it back in with force, hitting just the right spot.
“s-sieun— no more—!” you cried out in a pathetic attempt to stop him.
“just one more.” he uttered, ignoring the way you tried to smack his arm away.
his fingers were sticky, beginning to prune from being dug into you for hours on end. you wondered how much longer you could last, it felt as if you had nothing left to give. body growing slack and shaking from overstimulation.
a light slap to your clitoris made you squeal, jerking your hips down to run away from sieun’s fingers. he worked mercilessly, waiting for you to break and shatter under his hold. he slapped again, sending more shockwaves throughout your core.
your eyes fluttered shut, the overwhelming stimulation rolling in your stomach. you were gonna come. again.
“i-i’m gonna come…” you whined, warning sieun who seemed pleased with your response.
“then come.” he breathed out, sultry eyes watching your body stutter with each thorough pump.
you cried out, not caring that your neighbors could probably hear you and know exactly what was going on behind the walls but you couldn’t care less. a burning sensation coursed through your muscles, tugging at you from over exertion and pleasure. throat sore from screaming out sieun’s name.
as sieun pulled away, he watched you tremble, lips quivering. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. a reward for behaving and taking it so well.
“you did good,” he said, shoving his arousal-slicked fingers into your mouth, “taste yourself.”
“hmfff—“ you gagged around his fingers, tasting yourself.
tongue pushing against his sticky fingers.
there was a primal urge that possessed suho every time you climbed on top of him. his chest heaved up and down as you straddled his lap. you’ve done this many times, it almost felt routine. but for suho, each time felt like the first. a sort of excitement that never wore out no matter how many times you did it. he could never get enough of watching you hovering over him with your sly eyes, brows knitting in concentration.
suho thinks you look the most beautiful like this.
you swallowed, lining up his rock-hard cock to your entrance. the tremble in your hands didn’t go unnoticed by suho as he grabbed you by the hips, rubbing smooth circles to relax your nerves. it always worked.
“you got this, baby.” he cooed, impatience gnawing in his voice.
and once you’ve sunk yourself in, the feel of his length caused you to yelp. with his hands still on your hips, you slowly, steadily, began bouncing up and down on his shaft. your walls squeezed in on him greedily.
suho’s head fell back against the headboard of your shared bed. my wife’s so perfect he thought to himself, tightening his hold on you. moans left through your lips at the way his cock curved right up into your sweet spot, tip slamming into it over and over until you began to writhe. a low groan rumbled from suho, his mouth parted open as labored breathes filled the room. he helped you bounce up and down on him, thrusting his hips up tirelessly.
“s-suho!” you cried, smacking him on the chest.
“you like that, don’t you?” he smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass in this hands, squeezing on it as hard as he could.
“y-yeah.” you nodded frantically, picking up your pace.
“such a good girl,” he praised, moving a strand of you hair to tuck it behind your ear.
he pistoned upwards into you, working his own hips. taking a short glance up, he practically came right on the spot seeing the dazed look in your eyes as you rode him. he pulled you closer to him, kissing the crook of your neck hard enough to leave colored spots all over it. you whined, when he grabbed your ass to guide you up and down on him.
“oh, baby,” he breathed, “you’re clenching so hard i might just come.”
“d-do it.” you dared, losing your ability to form a coherent sentence.
he obliged, throwing his head back with a grumble, cock twitching inside your plush walls as he released his load inside of you.
“fuck—“ he gasped, “you’re so fucking good to me.”
he didn’t let himself relax and fall back after his orgasm, no. he continued to work his hips along with yours, grinding at the perfect angle until you began to dig your nails into him, an indicator that you were soon to break.
“suho—“ you stuttered, trying to grasp onto anything as the overwhelming pleasure traveled through your core, bubbling low in your stomach.
“shh, now it’s your turn.” he encouraged, plopping you upwards then downwards.
then you came with a cry. his favorite sound. a sound that he could hear forever and never get tired off.
your cunt twitched, milking his cock as he helped you ride out your high.
“atta girl.” he tapped your cheek, helping you fall onto your back next to him in the bed with a tired sigh, “you ready for round two? this time i’ll do all the work.”
“do you ever run out of stamina, suho?” you answered, feeling sleep weigh on your eyelids but the desire for him much stronger.
gotak could get off just from being buried between your thighs for hours on end. he isn’t even stroking himself or anything, he’s simply working on pleasing you and somehow, for him, that’s enough. he loved every second that was spent working his tongue between your folds. feeling experimental, he tried everything, zizag motion, small circles, big circles, vacuum. name it.
your fingers combed through his raven hair, tugging at the roots with a desperation that screamed for more “gotak, i’m close.”
“hmff,” he latched his mouth away from your pussy to look up at you, “hold it in a little longer.”
with that, his mouth was back on your cunt, tongue swirling everywhere. cat-licking on your clit, causing you to jolt up into his mouth. a hum of satisfaction came from the man below you as he used his tongue to spell out his name on your clit.
G; you spasmed. O; his spit trickled down your center. T; his tongue lapped right where it made you see stars. A; your back arched off the bed. K; you cried out.
“i can’t hold it in anymore!” you panted, feeling as if there was ice cold water being poured all over you, “i’m gonna come!”
he gripped your thighs, ignoring your words, digging his tongue in all the sensitive places. each time you tried to run away from it, he pulled you back, teasing you until you cried and gave in to him.
“what did i tell you?” he spoke to your pussy, “i told you to be patient, didn’t i?”
“but—“ you wanted to just close your eyes and cum but gotak would stop each time you were close, edging you until you were shaking from frustration and need all at once.
“tsk, no buts,” his voice vibrated through your cunt, “if you behave, i’ll let you come.”
“gotak!” you cried in protest when his lips were back to sucking and nibbling on your sensitive part.
you knew once he glared at you through his lashes that this would last forever if you didn’t oblige, so you laid there and took it obediently.
“humin—“ you whined, rutting into his thigh.
“you can do it…” he assured, one hand playing with your tits while the other caressed the side of your face.
you were fully clothed, dressed in shorts and a t shirt yet, the lewd movements you were making on humin made you feel bare. naked and watched. he positioned you on his upper thigh, where it was the easiest for you to rub and grind your clit.
your hips moved languidly against him, feeling the desperate pressure building up. the layers of clothing held a barrier of sort, making you feel frustrated and aroused at the same time. you wondered what fucked up part of your brain made you enjoy this agonizing moment. feeling like a rabid animal in heat as you desperately fought for release. all humin did was bounce his legs, prodding at your clothed cunt until you were jutting down on him with desperate whimpers. begging for him to do something. anything.
usually humin would. he was a giver. he loved to give. especially to you. but seeing the neediness in your every move, you had awoken something in him. uh oh.
“humin, please,” you begged, not sure what for.
“hmm, you’re almost there, though,” he looked down, noticing the wet spot on his grey sweat pants from you, “keep going, i’ll help you if you can make yourself come doing this first.”
“you’re so mean!” tears pricked your vision, feeling small under his gaze.
“sorry, baby, but you just look so cute.” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek, “you make it hard.”
in fact, you did make it hard— his cock hard.
you groaned, rubbing yourself on him greedily until you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. one that made your eyes glue shut in concentration. you moaned, picking up the pace on his thighs. suddenly— your eyes flew open when humin began bouncing his thigh in a faster pace, making your sensitive clit twitch in your panties. soon, you’d fall off if you didn’t grip on him so you did, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. it felt intimate as you held onto him for leverage.
pride filled up humin as his girl held onto him for dear life. climax nearing with every bounce and grind. then it finally came, the result of your hard work. your orgasm. it shuddered through your spine, exploding in your stomach. you gasped into humin’s neck, getting overwhelmed by the pleasure and his scent—all of it tangled together arousing you farther. the wetness in your panties felt sticky and lewd.
humin pulled away with an astonished look, “damn, that really got you off, babe.”
“shut up. you didn’t even help!” you whined, wiping away the stray tears from the corners of your eyes.
“i so did,” he defended, eyes warming from seeing you look exhausted, “how bout’ i make it up to you?”
“by doing what?” you asked.
he lifted you up and gently threw you onto the bed. you squeaked in surprise, giggling from the ticklish feeling of his fingers creeping up your thighs.
“by doing this.” he answered, greedily ripping your shorts and panties off.
JUNTAE - getting a handjob
it was always easy to get juntae all vulnerable like this. with your hands stroking his shaft, each pump causing him to stutter and cling to you. his eyes were rounded, glazed with tears from the sheer pressure. you had been at this for a while now, overstimulating juntae until he cried for you to stop. he knew, though, that he wanted more.
your hands moved up and down his length, wet from your spit lubricant. he was staring up at you. the only sounds coming from his mouth was gasps and whimpers.
“i-i’m gonna—“ he gasped at the sudden pick up of speed on his twitching cock.
“go on, finish your sentence.” your provocative eyes bore down on him, making him shrink smaller under your glare.
“gonna c-come!” he barely managed to get his words out, pathetically bucking into your fist to chase his release.
“cute.” you giggled, watching his red-faced expression.
he hastily thrusted into your hand, desperation causing him to spiral. your movements slowed every time he was close. teasing him.
frustration kicked him in the stomach but there was no escape from you. you’d drag him back and stroke him until all he could see was white and run out of words to speak. he stilled himself, hoping you’d go faster again.
once you did, he groaned. his face contorted in pleasure as you smirked down and jacked him off as rough as you could. juntae’s hands shot up to cling onto you as you fist-fucked his poor dick.
you smirked as white beads of cum erupted from his tip, leaking all over his sensitive cock.
“aw baby, you’re so cute.” you teased, thumbing his wet tip until he shuddered and twitched.
seongje is evil. pure evil.
he had you on your back, on the edge of the bed with your head tilted back at an uncomfortable angle, making it near impossible for you to breathe. regardless of that, he forced your mouth open, pushing the head of his cock past your lips with a low groan.
“that’s it.” he said, voice shaking from the wet and warm feeling of your mouth taking in his cock so obediently.
every movement he made had an intention, thrusting leisurely into your throat like it was his personal glory hole.
“you’re taking it like such a good slut.” he grinned, sly eyes observing the way you struggled to take his entire cock.
you gagged feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. a tear slipped from your eyes as you tried your best not to pass out. his balls tickling the tip of your nose.
arousal spilled between your thighs tasting him.
seongje chuckled as if he could tell you were wet and completely turned on getting used up like this.
“you like that, huh?” he asked, voice teasing and labored.
he threw his head back with a grin, throat bobbing as seongje swallowed hard. you wrapped and swirled your tongue around his cock, sucking on the tip. a guttural groan vibrated from his chest, shaking your core. you snapped your thighs together, turned on out of your mind.
seongje held your head in place with both hands against the edge of the bed so that you didn’t slip off, still pistoning his cock in your mouth mercilessly. you lolled— or at least tried to loll your tongue around his tip like a lollipop. pulling away with a ‘pop’ while seductively looking up at him.
like a hungry wolf, seongje snarled, teeth out and all, staring hungrily down at his helpless prey.
“fuck, sweetheart…” he watched the way his cock disappeared in and out of your pretty and swollen lips, “you’re so fucking hot.”
“hngfff—“ you choked, air scarce in your lungs from seongje’s animalistic thrusts.
your head hung loose. you felt like a toy. seongje’s toy. there wasn’t much for you to complain, though. this was exactly where you wanted to be.
“keep looking at me with those pretty eyes,” he panted, pleasure shooting through his veins.
he closed his eyes with a sigh of satisfaction, head thrown back as if he were taking in victory. seongje was close, he could cum any second especially when you looked up at him through you tear-lined lashes.
his eyes twitched, desire controlling his movements.
“shit—“ he chuckled breathlessly, taking hold of your head to slightly position it upwards.
you sobbed into his cock in response, unable to feel or see anything. either way, you worked your used-up mouth, pushing seongje to the very edge. he gasped, twitching embarrassingly.
a menacing laugh rumbled from within seongje’s chest as he watched you lose your mind. pathetically taking his length until it reached into the deepest part of your throat, making you choke and gag.
grinning like the sadist that he was, seongje fell silent, shuddering as he came all over your face. hot, white liquid painting your pretty face like a marking. you were his toy to play with. his to use.
you licked the stray droplets around your mouth like a thirsty cat, eyes glued on seongje. he watched you like a hawk, eyes wide like a maniac. he took his finger, gathering all the remaining cum from your chin to shove it into your mouth.
you whined, sucking his fingers with a hum. lashes fluttering like butterflies.
“you were made for me.” he whispered, lifting you up from the bed into his arms, “every part of you was made for me. only me. do you understand?”
“y-yes,” you nodded up at him, still recovering from the aftermath of getting whiplashed by his cock.
“good.” he said, a rare tender side of him emerging as he kissed your forehead while sitting you down on the bed.
your head throbbed, neck sore, and your lips puffy and wet with spit and seongje’s cum, yet, you enjoyed every second of suffering and pleasure.
BAEKJIN - backshots & spanking
it was one of those days where baekjin came home agitated and moody. stressed from dealing with the union. the irritation tightened his stiff shoulders.
when he walked through the front steps of your shared-home, not giving you a second to even greet him. he shoved you against a wall, devouring you kiss after kiss, all teeth and tongue. his tongue latched onto your neck, leaving dark spots everywhere.
with hurried steps, he carried you to your bedroom with an urgency that screamed— demanded now!
frustration soaked every thrust into your gushing cunt. all you could do was shut up and take it. bent over with your ass up in the air. your back arched against baekjin’s hips as he pummeled into your sorry hole. muffled cries erupted from your lips, tears soaking the pillow.
baekjin shoved your face against the pillow. you couldn’t breathe nor make sense of anything other than the feel of baekjin’s tip punching your g-spot until all you could think about was him and his cock. in the mixture of pleasure and desire, he threw in harsh slaps to your ass.
“b-baekjin— slow down,” you choked out, tears streaking your face that was mushed up into the pillow.
“can’t handle this?” you knew from his taunting voice that he raised a brow in amusement.
“p-please?” a sob broke out from your throat as you clawed the bedsheet for support.
a harsh slap to your ass caused you to lift your head up and moan. the sharp pain stinging your raw skin. it all felt so wild and rough.
“keep begging and i just might,” he proposed, grabbing you by the hips to start pounding harder into you.
the slapping sound of his hip against yours filled up the bedroom. bed creaked loudly. the headboard banged against the wall.
you worried that the bed would give out and break from the sheer force of baekjin’s thrusts.
your lips wobbled, overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure. your mind swirled, between the line of consciousness and unconsciousness.
baekjin was vicious and demanding. if he wanted something, he would get it no matter what. his hands raised up, striking your ass with another painful spank.
in response, you moaned loudly. your walls clenching around him. a vice grip on his cock, luring him closer to his release.
“please please please!” desperation seemed evident in your shaky voice as baekjin slammed into your velvety walls.
“mhm, keep going.” he hummed, landing another spank to your surely bruised bum.
“baekjin!” you whined, walls clamming down against his length, clenching tight.
“this turns you on?” he scoffed seeing the way your body reacted to each slap, “what a masochist.”
he finally gave you what you wanted, happy with the way you complied so well. his hips slowed, thrusts becoming more measured and slow. you could feel every inch of him, his veins, and the curved angle of his cock nudging your insides.
“g-gosh— think i’m gonna—“ with another final blow to your ass with the palm of his hand; you came, body giving out.
your muscles felt taut with fatigue as baekjin fucked you through your climax.
he folllwed, coming deep inside of you, filling you to the brim. he groaned, his palms soothing out the red hand prints on your ass. his cold demeanor turned warm, massaging your shoulders. gently, he turned you to face him, laying you flat against his bare chest.
“here, get under the covers,” he kissed your cheek, pulling the covers over your nude bodies, pressing himself against you, “get some rest, now.”
