Thinking about cocky keeho size training you and he's smirking the whole time because he just knows he's making you feel good. The fact you react so much only boosts his ego even more :)
tags: cocky bf!keeho x fem!reader, size kink, size training, dirty talk, tummy bulge | minors dni
you made me think more specifically about the first two weeks of your new relationship with cocky bf!keeho… he’s sweet, attentive and patient with you and your body adjusting to the unfamiliar pleasures and desires, but there’s something more in his behaviour that makes you tingle which is exactly that not-so-subtle cockiness that unlocks when it’s time for you to open your legs and take him. or even before that - when you gasp at how prominent his boner is when you palm it through his clothes. never before that did keeho ever thought of his cock being big, he’s never pondered such questions before, but seeing your pretty eyes widen with surprise and your cheeks heating up as you trace the length with your curious fingertips… he likes how this way of silently praising his size makes him feel, and he allows it to get to his head.
you can see it in his plump lips tugged into a constant satisfied smirk; you can hear it dripping from his confident voice that rings a bit condescendingly cause he likes teasing you in those moments out of pure love and affection. you’re just so entertaining to tease and make fun of when you’re all twitching with delight and whimpering underneath his body because you’re struggling to fit him inside you, he can’t help it.
“awhhh, baby, too much?” his flushed from kisses lips pucker up as he imitates your whines. the more desperate and disjointed they are, the more likely he is to comment on them. “speak up, baby.”
“i want all of it, please—“ your words evolve into a loud moan as his hips move forward to insert more of his length; he’s long, but also thick, causing your brain to slow down with the stretch. “shit— so big, baby…” your eyes roll back from the wave of pleasure flowing into your veins. you got the condom coated with your essence and you can both feel it with how smooth keeho’s motions are.
“patience, love.” keeho shifts his lustful gaze to your lower tummy as his mind wanders. he’s curious to see if there’s gonna be an obvious bulge when he starts fucking you properly. “you’re barely taking half of me with this small pussy of yours.” he breathes out a chuckle as you can only whine in response. “what is it, baby? look how small you are… so fuckin’ tight, babydoll.”
the effects of your babbling are written all over his face, causing the sense of pride to be even more evident in his expressions. he’s eventually mostly grinning and snickering because the strong thrill of your squeezing walls distracts him from speaking. the closer the training comes to an end, the more he forgets to make up coherent sentences, but at the end of the day there’s no need, when his shiny eyes and cocky smirk already say enough - he’s satisfied and proud with his dick size and how it makes you feel.
request: “why don’t you practice on him first?” + corruption kink
✎… sub!reader, less experienced!reader, corruption kink, oral sex (m!rec), deepthroating, gagging, praise, pet names, ball sucking, face fucking
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“You two are acting weird.”
Intak stops mid-step, holding soda cans in his hands. His suspicious gaze moves between you and Taeyang as curiosity knits his brows together. “Like, all night. Is something going on?”
Your heart stumbles at the question - not just because he asked, but because of the way Taeyang turns and looks at you. Like he’s waiting for you to answer.
But you hesitate. And before you can find the right words, Taeyang exhales - a dramatic, long sound of impatience; as though he got bored of waiting.
“She wants me to teach her how to give blowjobs.”
“Taeyang!” Your voice raises mortified.
“What?” He shrugs, as if he truly doesn’t see the problem. “It’s just us here.”
Your lips press together as you dart a glance at Intak who sits down, curling fingers around the can.
“I never said I wanted you to teach me,” you mutter, shifting in your seat before stealing another look at Intak, “I told him I’ve never done it before, and he…“ you gesture vaguely to the boy beside you, “suggested helping me out.”
“And you agreed,” Intak states, slow and deliberate.
There’s something about the way he says it that makes your stomach twist.
“Yeah, basically…” you finally say with voice quieter than before.
Intak keeps his gaze upon you, meanwhile, Taeyang’s eyes earn a spark of mischief as he stretches arms behind his head; there’s a contemplative smirk settling on his lips.
“Actually,” he draws out the word like he’s just had a brilliant idea, “why don’t you practice on him first?”
“What?”
You’re surprised your voice didn’t just crack.
Has it been written all over your face? That you wanted to practice with Taeyang in order to become good, impressive, for Intak?
“Well, it’s kind of obvious you two already have something going on so,” he says, unbothered by your and Intak’s reactions. “Maybe you’d feel more comfortable starting with him instead of me.”
You take a peek at Intak again, expecting some kind of reaction. But all he does is shake his head slightly before cracking the drink open.
“I—”
“You don’t have to,” Intak finally speaks up.
“That’s true,” Taeyang nods, “you can back out whenever you want.”
“I’m not going to back out.” You say and it comes out too quickly, almost defensive. But then, your voice drops lower as you admit: “I want to be good.”
Your heart begins to race as a moment of silence follows.
Intak settles his drink down, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
“I’m down,” he says, meeting your gaze, “if you really want to.”
Before you have time to process it, you leave the couch, stepping forward. When you settle between his legs, Intak’s gaze lands on your face, focusing upon the glimmer in yours. The direct contact ignites a rush inside you that remains strong even after you look down to unzip his pants.
Neither of you speak as Intak takes his cock, stroking it with a firm grip to get fully erected. It happens quickly, almost effortlessly, with you kneeling on the floor - and him, knowing exactly what you’re waiting for.
The warmth of your mouth welcomes an inch, and as it does, you can feel Taeyang’s gaze piercing right through you, taking in every small movement of your silhouette.
You focus on creating a pleasant, steady pace by slowly dragging your lips from top to base, hoping that it looks seductive. Getting familiar with Intak’s taste has your stomach swirling with delight, but you can’t ignore it… the lingering thrill from Taeyang’s presence in the room doubles the excitement.
A moment passes, and he’s suddenly beside you. His hand moves on the back of your head, putting enough pressure to hold you down. At first it was easy, but then, he slightly forces you up only to push you back down, and that’s when you fail to fight back the urge to gag; the noise wraps around Intak’s size, getting him soaked.
For a moment, you panick - what if he finds this unpleasant? What if you just ruined his pleasure? But before you can think further, a long, deep moan rips from his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Ah, fuck!” He continues cursing; each new sound makes your chest flutter.
Taeyang’s hand backs away, and you raise to catch your breath.
“She’s doing so good already,” Intak’s praise cause your eyes to light up; he quickly grabs his base, tugging at it the moment you empty your mouth. This time, his motions are fast and intense, smearing a big amount of your saliva all over his skin.
“But she wants to do better,” Taeyang pets the top of your head, “right, sweetheart?”
Nodding, you separate glossy lips, ready to lean in. Intak’s tip, leaking with arousal, has earned a tint of red, and the sight of it tempts you into sticking out your tongue.
But Taeyang’s dominant grip shifts your head elsewhere.
“Grab his balls with your mouth.” His voice dips as he smirks with anticipation. “That’ll always earn you extra points.”
You’re cautious at first - pressing your flat tongue and studying Intak’s expressions to ensure that you can continue. Seeing his jaw tense, his head fall back, and his fingers speeding along his length, encourages you to stretch your lips, then attach them to his balls.
They’re much harder, heavier, than you expected them to be.
“Fuck, feels so fucking good!” Intak begins to pant, forcing his eyes open to look down at you.
The thrill of your sucking lips has his core tightening. He completely melts once he sees you detach with a soft pop only to release tiny bit of your spit before smearing it all over, then catching them in your mouth again.
Taeyang’s hand remains at the back of your neck, squeezing on the sides just enough to remind you of his control over the situation. Observing your process with peaked interest.
“There you go, good job.” He signals you to detach. There’s a string of spit connecting you to Intak’s ballsack, but he doesn’t shy away from breaking it, sliding fingers through your mouth - which he sees in a very different light after this. “Can you try take all of it without gagging now?”
You nod; his fingers still circling your tongue.
Once they slip away, you open wider; tongue pressing against the underside of Intak’s cock as you go lower. You catch him moaning as you invite him deeper; one hand shifting to rest against his ballsack.
“Perfect,” Intak mutters nearly in a whisper; the same moment your lips close around the last bit of his base.
That’s when he places a hand on you for the first time since you went down on him. His fingertips tangle strongly in the roots of your hair, helping you out with building the pace.
Taeyang steps back; his own cock throbbing at the sight of you, at the noises erupting from your throat that’s trying to keep up with Intak’s thrusting.
“Shit, baby!” Intak’s hips strengthen the rhythm meanwhile his voice weakens. “Stay like this a little longer, yeah…”
And you do - until his body jerks, and his warm arousal spills inside your mouth.
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! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed
request: “are you just gonna sit and watch?” + dacryphilia
✎… sub!reader, (unprotected) couch sex, oral sex (m!rec), dacryphilia, overstimulation, cum eating, light degradation (f!rec), spanking
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It’s an early evening and you’re curled up on the couch next to Intak who’s scrolling through endless options of movies to see.
As oftentimes, he takes too long to pick, unimpressed by anything, and that leads to him and Jiung arguing.
“I don’t care what we watch, just pick something,” Jiung sighs, heading to the kitchen for another drink.
Usually, you chime in, but it’s been almost three weeks since you last seen them and even their bickering feels entertaining right now.
Eventually, you and Intak settle on a movie, more out of indecision than enthusiasm. Jiung still hasn’t returned to the living room though, and as the two of you wait, you fall into an easy conversation while sipping on your drinks - about how life keeps getting busier and more overwhelming as the months pass by. Then, about relationships - unsuccessful with awkward endings.
Then, sex.
You’re unsure if that’s when the air started feeling heavier or if the warm tension has been rising way before that, but that has both of you going silent for a moment, and then… shifting closer till your bodies touch, resulting from the two of you simply smiling to each other to - kissing.
“Oh, wow…” Jiung murmurs when he enters the room.
Intak peeks behind his shoulder only to see his roommate walking towards the sofa across the table; his expression is perplexed but not as much as you’d expect it to be.
“Are you just gonna sit and watch?” You ask, letting your lips curl flirtatiously.
Soon enough, you’re fully naked between them, with your legs trembling and your voice cracking from the endless sounds they keep pulling out of you. You let them adjust you however they like on the couch, loving how one simple turn around from their mouths makes you buzz.
“Still cock hungry, look at you.” Intak’s palm lands sharply against your ass again; his hips maintain the perfect rhythm so his dick can hit the right spot that’s gonna lead you to another high. “One wasn’t enough, huh, baby?”
Your response comes as a muffled whine, an arousing vibration that hugs Jiung’s slick base as he sits still while you slobber him.
He moves one hand on top of your skull, tightening fingers around the roots of your hair the second his composure cracks. He refrains from interrupting your movements as it already feels amazing and lets you drag your soft lips to focus on his tip only.
“Fuck, gonna make me cum!” His mouth remains open, releasing his ragged breathing.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Intak quickens, groaning loudly at the strength of your gummy walls; he can feel you’re seconds away from breaking. “Take all that cum in your mouth, take it.”
Your eyes fill with tears when you near the edge of the sensation; your body squirms as Intak grasps onto you, moaning for you as the only thing you can do with your lips sucking on Jiung’s tip is to keep breathing through your nose.
His warm essence pools in your mouth; your own arousal coats Intak’s throbbing cock and the boy cannot help but grin at the sight of you and Jiung fumbling from the pleasure shooting through your veins, twitching from the light overstimulation.
“Did you swallow?” Intak smirks, kneading at your butt cheeks. “Bet you did.”
You lift your head at Jiung’s signal; he cups your face carefully, and all he can think to himself is that it shouldn’t excite him this much… but yet, here you are, confidently sticking your tongue out to show him how you took every drop of his cum, and the single thing he can focus on are the wet stains from your tears.
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! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed
✎… established relationship, sub!reader, descriptions of jealousy, fingering, spanking, exhibitionism kink, praise kink, pet names
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Keeho’s hand loosens up the tie around his neck as he stares at the computer screen; the movement grabs everyone’s attention with its frustration as he pulls and tugs roughly.
The bright light of the monitor is picking up on every small twitch of his sharp facial features, but that only emphasises their attractiveness.
“I swear to god…” He leans back in his chair, emitting a sigh. His right leg is bouncing up and down under the desk - another sign that he’s slowly loosing patience. “Quit talking about my girl y’all, it’s not cool! I can see the comments, you know?”
The corner of his mouth slides upwards; a forceful, crooked smile which is quite different than his usual expressions during his streams.
Despite his complaint, the comments continue to pile up.
show her to us bro
i bet she’s hot af
if i were you i wouldn’t be here rn
“Nah, forget about it,” he scoffs, “that’s not happening.”
we saw her ass once let us see the rest
didn’t she show it off on purpose anyways ???
she wants to be seen
… and after that comment, he starts noticing it too.
You don’t dislike the attention from the viewers.
You keep bringing him snacks and drinks, during the hours of his streams, knowing the camera is going to catch your swaying hips, your seductive thighs, exposed from the white little shorts that you seem to not mind walking around in his room. The mic always picks up on your gentle voice, leaving the people wanting more.
It’s almost like you’re having some sort of a secret game with them and he’s the one left out.
“Your viewers really like me.”
Keeho shoots you a quick glance. You’re leaning against his desk, dressed in one of his shirts. He doesn’t need to look at the comments section to know they’re blowing up with questions about you.
He proceeds with the game without giving you a response, but the way you step closer distracts him; clicking the keyboard becomes more and more difficult.
Your back is now captured from the camera; your bare thighs are on display. One careless move and Keeho’s shirt will expose your panties to everyone.
His eyes accidentally peek at the comments and his blood starts to boil.
“They like your ass.” His big hand lands with a smack on your butt cheek.
It feels good - showing people that he can do that, while the only thing they can do, is jerk off pathetically to the thought of you.
“They want me.” You speak out more clearly. Emphasising the facts.
You lift one leg and swiftly straddle your boyfriend’s lap. His chair moves backwards a bit as his hands leave the keyboard to get a hold of your hips.
The surprise on his face is apparent, but it quickly melts away after you kiss him. You humm from the pleasant dancing of his lips as they start leading yours with ease; his fingertips gripping the sides of your body with growing eagerness.
When you break the moment, you peer into his eyes. They’re still gazing at your lips and even your next words can’t shift them away.
“Show them who I belong to.” You place a wet kiss under his earlobe, feeling him get harder beneath your panties. Each word you say is a new wave of adrenaline rush that floods his veins. “You owe me, baby.”
Keeho’s fingers fidget with the shirt, dragging it slowly up your waist to expose more of your skin to the camera; more of the pink lace of your underwear.
“I do,” he breathes out. “I do.”
The number of viewers watching grows bigger with each minute, but only Keeho can see that, because he’s standing next to the gaming chair while you obediently kneel in it, being streched out by his long fingers. He doesn’t need to move them too quickly nor insistently to prove how wet you are; you’re drenched, and the slow gliding is enough to produce lewd sounds that reach the audience just fine.
“Goddamn it, baby,” he pulls them out once again, slapping one of your cheeks; your ass is on full display, showing off his handprints in a mellow shade of pink as his shirt is scrunched up at your waist. “You’re soaking wet for everyone to see.”
He swipes through your puffy folds with two fingers to collect from your essence, then sucks on them, savouring the sweet taste.
“Looks like my pretty girl likes showing off her pretty pussy, huh?”
You mumble in agreement as Keeho spreads you out nicely with his big hands, allowing the people to see you in all your glory. The arousal is glistening, gushing out of you as your desires grow every time he touches you.
You wonder how many people are touching themselves to you right now; do they want to see you cum, and do they wish they could see your boyfriend fill you up?
“All mine.”
He shoves his fingers inside you again, curling them more harshly this time. Your voice cracks in the middle of your moans when he begins to thrust them in a wild possessive speed, causing your arousal to drip down your inner thighs.
“Fuck, fuck, f-fuck, baby… so good—“ you babble uncontrollably with a fragile voice.
The slamming of his hand causes your cheeks to jiggle in front of his eyes, simultaneously filling the room with lewd sounds of skin clashing against skin, in addition to the wet noises already erupting from you.
At first, Keeho thought he wouldn’t be able to listen to you knowing there are hundreds of other people hearing your moans too, but since the moment you opened your legs for him, he hasn’t thought about those people even once.
Your sounds are still just for his ears only.
You’re seconds away from cumming for him. Your voice is moaning his name, and your walls are pulsing for his touch.
“Ah, ‘m gonna—“ your jaw falls open for a silent scream that puts an end to your incoherent sentences.
The sensation has you barely holding onto the back of the chair. Your thighs shake, your voice too, as you whine from Keeho’s fingertips pushing against your g-spot with full force till your climax fades down.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty…” Keeho mutters under his breath. His hard cock has been putting pressure on him for a while now; it starts to become unbearable, and it’s showing in his heavy breathing. “The prettiest girl with the most perfect pussy.”
He empties your walls, and you gasp from the feeling.
“It’s made for me,” he observes carefully how you clench from the absence of his hand; how a string of your juices is attached to his fingers until he breaks it by licking it off.
He groans in delight meanwhile your mouth waters at the sight of the tent in his pants.
“Baby, I need you.” Your one hand reaches to caress his bulge, but even your palm squeezing his dick doesn’t affect him as your doe eyes glowing with yearning do.
Sensing that Keeho’s leaning over his desk, you still in one place - you prefer to keep your face private and wait for him to give you a signal.
“The show is over, perverts.”
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! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed
tags: stripper!reader x sub!idol, lap dance, dry humping | multifandom; 18+ mdni
♡… jungsu. gaon. jiung. intak. hueningkai. winwin. jisung. anton. minjae. ( didn’t have anyone specific in mind so i’ll let you choose )
“treat him nice, alright, doll?”
you nod, giving the guy a playful wink as he keeps shouting with a grin behind you. his voice is half drowned by the thumping music, but loud and confident enough to still reach you as you walk away, heading to the private rooms of the club.
“he’s never done this before!”
you can tell.
you noticed how lost this new face is the second you layed eyes on him; you see so many people every night - hungry, greedy, cruel, looking at you like you’re a meal ready to be consumed, like they own the place and you.
but this boy here… his gaze roams around like he’s about to apologise for even looking in your direction.
“i don’t bite,” you smile softly, attaching his two hands on your waist.
“i know…” he murmurs quickly before clearing his throat.
it almost comes off defensive, but you can tell - he’s just nervous. hot and bothered by this unfamiliar environment. his posture, stiff into the sofa, screams how out of place he is.
… and yet, he is so gorgeous. the most gorgeous face you’ve ever seen in this filthy place - and outside of it. for a moment you feel lucky… lucky that he appeared in your shift. lucky to be able to look at someone so soft and pure.
“you know,” you lean over, dizzying him with your perfume, “i’ve never had such a pretty view before.” you place a finger under his chin to force his sparkly eyes upon you.
the boy’s brows furrow slightly, unsure if you’re teasing as a part of the show. then, as he’s still in trance, a small, brief moan escapes his throat as your hips haven’t stopped moving against his lap.
“me neither…” he breathes out; chin still high, but his eyes slide down awkwardly as the adrenaline bubbles in his core.
it’s so rare… that spark you notice every time he looks at you. it’s not about how flustered he is by your attention and almost non-existent lingerie, it’s not about the way he melts into a puddle when you turn around to grind your ass against his bulge, encouraging him to give it just one squeeze…
it’s how he gets a taste of real pleasure for the first time - every time your skin brushes against his. it’s the gratitude glinting raw in his eyes and dripping from his shaky lips.
you slip fingertips beneath the hem of your lacey thong, dragging it down your thighs.
“is—“ you hear him stuttering with surprise behind your shoulder; his touch on your sides suddenly vanishes. “is this allowed…” his tone dips so low it doesn’t even feel like a question by the end.
before turning around, you reach with a hand and cover his eyes gently.
“shh…” you lean close, hitting him with your perfume again; this time with your warm breath too. “this will be our dirty little secret.” you catch him swallow thickly before his appealing lips part again. he’s fully focused on every word that leaves your mouth, as if he can swallow them one by one if he listens closely. “no touching. just sit… and enjoy the dance.”
he nods once - slowly but deliberately.
“good boy.” your lips curl with satisfaction. “i’m going to uncover your eyes now… one, two… three.”
a.n ! can you tell i just finished watching anora? the movie was very meh but at least it gave me something to think about :3 pls note i’m doing such multifandom post for the very first time (let me know how i did and if you’d like to see more!) and i still have writers block… :/
✎… streamer!keeho, sub!reader, established relationship between reader & keeho, cam sex, voyeurism kink, spit kink, solo male masturbation, pet names, fingering, hint of humiliation (m!rec)
a.note ! you can view this as a baby all mine spin-off if you’d like… it’s up to you <3
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Many of Keeho’s friends know about the occasional special streams that you do together - those streams where he’s not playing his usual games, but playing with your pussy instead.
What began as a jealousy-fueled stunt for your boyfriend’s viewers, brought on by the constant comments about your body, has now become a monthly event, boosting his channel in ways neither of you expected.
Keeho made one thing clear: he does not want to know which of his friends tune in. The mere thought of any of them getting off to you drives him insane. And as for you... you don’t dwell on it much, because you’re almost certain they all do.
With one exception and that’s Jiung.
He’s different; too well mannered, too loyal and considerate. You can’t picture him doing something like that, not when he and Keeho are such close friends.
“I want to ask you something,” you lower your voice and lean closer to the camera; as if whispering a secret in a busy café. “Promise you’ll tell me the truth?”
On the computer screen, Jiung stills in his seat. His expression turns more concentrated; anticipating.
“Yeah, sure.”
You quickly glance behind your shoulder. Keeho still hasn’t returned from the kitchen.
“Have you ever watched any of our streams?”
For a moment, the boy’s features freeze in sheer panic.
In contrast to your sly smile and sparkling eyes, he looks like he’s just seen a ghost entering your room.
“Uhm…” His lips part, releasing a disjointed sound of awkwardness as his gaze drops to his desk. “No, I haven’t.”
Your eyebrows go up, though you kind of expected it from him.
“Seriously, I’m not lying.” He hurries to say, eyes widening as he now stares at you with evident concern.
“I believe you,” you assure him, chuckling softly. “Just so you know… I wouldn’t mind it if you do. I like you.”
It’s true - Jiung is the only friend of Keeho’s you don’t have anything bad to say about.
He doesn’t get the chance to respond though, because your boyfriend comes back with refreshing drinks in hand.
“Were you two talking behind my back?” He teases, setting the drinks down on the desk.
Still perched in his gaming chair, you glance up at him with a smirk. “The world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“I know,” he rests one hand on top of your head, fingers briefly threading through your hair. “That’d be impossible when it’s been revolving around you since the day you were born.”
The cheesy line has you rolling your eyes, but the soft kiss he presses on your forehead makes you instantly fold.
“We were just talking about our streams,” you say casually as though you’re discussing the weather.
Keeho’s attention immediately shifts over to his screen - his friend’s eyes jump from him to you, then back at him again, unable to maintain direct contact.
“I… I was just telling her that actually I’ve never seen any of them.” Jiung wets his lips, looking away again.
He grabs a little piece of wrapping paper and starts folding it into smaller and smaller pieces.
“But?” You playfully raise a brow again, placing a finger between your teeth.
The two of you exchange a long questionable look before his silence has you tilting your head - knowingly.
Flirtatiously.
To Jiung, for a moment it feels like you’re inside his head, trying to expose his dirty thoughts and fantasies which should remain hidden. Your challenging gaze flusteres him, but at the same time, something unknown tells him that if he can share those things with someone - out of all people, it would be you.
“Sometimes... I feel like I want to.”
“Want to what?” Keeho rests one arm over the back of the chair, already aware of the answer, but to his own surprise - looking forward to hearing it.
Jiung sighs. A sound of defeat almost, like he gives up.
“I want to watch.”
When he looks down at you, Keeho sees pure satisfaction on your face.
His other hand shifts down lazily from your shoulder, palming one of your boobs through your graphic t-shirt.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Jiung’s voice slips from the speaker, laced with guilt.
But then, a sense of relief flows through him when Keeho says it’s okay, and soon that feeling gets mixed with sweet surprise as he helps you take off your shirt.
Because you’re wearing no underwear, you’re now completely naked in front of the camera.
A pulse of heat speads beneath Jiung's skin as he watches you in all your beauty; it's selfish and wrong, but for a very short moment, he can imagine himself there, holding you...
Instead, he observes Keeho tilting your head up with effortless ease. A single command slips from his lips - one quiet open. Such display of control Jiung longs to possess.
After spitting in your mouth, Keeho gathers some of the moisture from your tongue and smears it all over your bare pussy.
The scene makes Jiung’s breath catch up, but he refuses to look away.
“So pretty,” he murmus softly, captivated by the way your body begins to twitch under your boyfriend’s confident touch.
“You can start jerking off,” Keeho mutters at his friend as his fingertips press circles on your clit. He catches you nodding at his words. “You have my permission.”
“This show is just for you.” Your lips part some more, emitting a blissful sigh at Keeho’s hand sliding up your figure.
The two of you follow Jiung's actions together - how he frees his erection and makes the first strokes. As a sign of encouragement, you bend your knees even higher while keeping them wide open - he moans, focusing his gaze upon your clenching motions.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Keeho’s lips curl slightly with a hint of pride before he spits in his palm and smacks you softly. “Having such a good view to get off to? Unlike everyone else, you get to see her gorgeous face too.”
“Thank you,” Jiung murmurs in between heavy breaths; his sounds slowly transform into whimpers. “Fuck— thank you… for this…”
His eyes try to remain calm and concentrated… they can’t close shut, not when you’re tugging at your nipples and gazing at him in a way you would if you were bouncing on top of him.
“Her mouth is just as pretty as her cunt.” Smirking, Keeho breaks the eye contact by tilting your chin up.
Excitedly, you welcome more of his thick saliva; his hand shifts around your throat, gently, but enough to arouse you even more.
“Go show him, baby.”
Not swallowing just yet, you get close to the camera - pink tongue sticking out and Keeho's spit, poised to fall.
For a moment, Jiung's gaze, desperate and eager, alternates between the up close view of your boobs and your open mouth that Keeho directs his hand at.
“Fuckin’ perfect for sucking cock, right?” He pushes two fingers towards your throat, pressing down on your tongue while doing so; however, his attention is fixated on the effects that has on his friend. “It’s small, but I trained it well.”
“She’s amazing,” Jiung breathes out shakily, biting on his lip to suppress all he wants to say, “Shit, I’d love to have her around me just once... fuck—”
“Look at him,” your boyfriend titters as his free hand remains on the back of your head to keep you steady and focused; as if you’d try to look away from a scene like that. “This is what they all do when they’re watching you… whining, ready to do anything to get just five minutes with you.”
Anything, Jiung repeats in his mind, sticky hand, gaining more strength. Anything.
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request: “did you wear this just for me?” + “you heard me. i want you to sit on my face.” + lingerie kink
✎… established relationship, sub!reader, exhibitionism kink, (public) oral sex (f!rec), lingerie kink, pet names, face sitting
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It feels like you and Jiung are the only people left on Earth.
The spot he picked out for your picnic date is far enough to make the city feel like a blur. The only sounds around you are the playful chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves.
“Did you wear this just for me?” He nudges your knee with his.
The action feels teasing but his eyes are watching you with a lazy kind of affection that has your heart fluttering.
You nod in response, seeing his lips stretch in a well familiar smile.
“You know how to spoil me.” He murmurs softly still resting on his side while you sit across from him.
His dreamy gaze drops to your lap once he catches your hands fidget with the breezy fabric of your sundress.
“These too,” you say, providing him with a view of your new lace underwear. “Got them just for you.”
Jiung’s gaze remains upon the seductive panties for a moment; long enough to bring a certain type of tension in the spring air.
“Pretty,” he whispers and lays a hand on your thigh, drawing patterns with his thumb. He looks around to make sure the area is still as deserted like it was when you arrived, then says: “Show me again.”
Slowly, you reveal your lower half; legs separating as you don’t mind leaving nothing to his imagination. This time, you move the dress way up, holding it around your waist as Jiung’s gaze takes in the view.
“Every part of you is so beautiful, baby.” His eyes flicker up at you before returning to your panties.
His hand shifts to feel the fabric; two of his slim fingers slide up and down your clothed pussy folds, bringing warmth across your bare skin. The feeling is subtle, until he’s suddenly turned onto his stomach - inviting his mouth between your open thighs.
“Jiung!” You mutter quietly - as a warning but it barely comes out as such. Not when you grip on the roots of his hair, inviting him closer. “Someone can see.”
Surprisingly, Jiung doesn’t seem to mind. His mouth leaves open mouthed kisses on your cunt; tongue grazing against the lace material only for his teeth to pull on it right after.
“Why don’t you sit on my face?” He asks, heating you up further with warm breaths. The tip of his tongue sneaks out again, drawing a circle on your hidden clit.
“What?” You breathe out a chuckle; the sound quickly turns into a brief moan as the muscle presses flat against your sensitive spot.
“You heard me.”
His voice comes out low, with a hint of mischief which for a second has you thinking he might be joking. But then, you notice how deliberately he repeats his words; how deliberately he looks up at you while pushing the lace to one side.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
And so you do.
Instead of continuing to tease you with the kisses from earlier, Jiung begins to thoroughly explore you - sensual, measured strokes of his tongue run against your folds, shooting buzzing thrills of pleasure through your veins. Every motion collects more of your sweet taste, and he hums from bliss simultaneously dipping into your entrance so he can have more.
All you can do is sit still, leaking aroused onto his dancing tongue, with thighs locked around his head, quivering whenever he brings back his focus on your clit; sweating the more your peak approaches.
Each move from his glossy lips weakens your system more and more - soon, you won’t have any strength left in your body.
“Baby, I’m going to cum...” Your breathless moans migle with the warm breeze caressing your skin.
Jiung groans as a respone, pressing further between your folds. His grip, unwavering, tightens on your sides, ready to hold you down when your composure completely shatters.
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! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed
something suggestive with cocky!jongseob mayhaps? 😇
will you give me just a minute to fangirl over the fact i woke up to seeing you in my inbox please 😭 omg you’re such an inspiration to me i love your writing and everything you do on your blog <3 now i’m a bit nervous but hopefully you enjoy my little thoughts on your fav boy!
tags: suggestive, established relationship, kissing, cocky!jongseob, jealous bf!jongseob
when i think about cocky!jongseob i think of his tendency to get possessive and hear me out…
when you’re out with friends especially at night clubs and parties where there will be tons of people jongseob cannot help but get excited about people seeing him with you - you’re gorgeous, hot and most importantly his. you might not realise it, but people around you always do - he’s proud to have you. his eyes sparkle with fascination as they follow you in the crowd, his hand remains on the small of your back throughout the night and when you’re telling a story to your mutual friends he’s always carefully listening to it from start to finish despite the fact he’s heard it several times already. and that’s where that slight ego boost comes from that can have him acting cocky as he shows you off without even realising, especially if he’s had a drink or two with you, hopefully i make sense right now…
his hands become bolder, his tone cheeky and playful meanwhile his eyes start to look at you with lust rather than with fascination like earlier. it’s interesting that the cockier he gets, the more he clings to you, but it’s true. his arms go around your waist from behind to pull you close against his chest and his warm lips are at your ear as he flirts with you; making comments about how that guy, the friend of your friend, was trying so hard to impress you. “baby, are you jealous right now?” you turn to face him as the presence of his hands remains on your lower waist; moving dangerously lower. “you’re mine,” is all he says, “everyone here knows it.” and even his kisses feel different in these moments - more obsessive than ever before. his lips move quicker, with hunger that leaves you breathless as the crowd keeps mingling around you. his greedy touch povokes little moans to escape your tongue and that calls for a satisfied smirk to form on his flushed face. “let’s get out of here…” you’re the first to say it, and you could care less if it makes you look desperate or needy. jongseob takes your chin with two fingers clearly liking your change of attitude. “is this party getting too boring for you?” his knee settles between your legs as you sway side to side; as if to let you know he’s aware of your desires. “or is there something else you’d rather be doing right now?” he wants to hear you say it - that you need him; that you want to leave this place to be with him, it fuels him with adrenaline. the corners of his mouth twitch mischievously; a quick small sign of the cocky mood he’s going to be in throughout the rest of the night and that’s going to elevate his dominance once it’s just the two of you alone…
