bf-seungcheol! + reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public (bathroom), rough sex, cumming inside, degradation, dry humping power play, orgasm denial, anal mentioned, changbin is you personal trainer.
summary: your boyfriend loses his control when he picks you up from the gym and sees the personal trainer drooling over you.
you know seungcheol works his ass off, and you try to understand the situation, but it's frustrating. it's tiring having dinner interrupted by calls, tiring planning everything and sometimes not even getting to have dinner. you are indeed an understanding girlfriend, but damn, it's incredibly frustrating!
when you finally finish complaining to yourself in the mirror, you decide to muster the courage to go to the gym. you had given up on going the moment you made plans to go to the movies with your boyfriend, but since the son of a bitch canceled, at least you could vent your anger on the bench press.
"look who showed up!" your personal trainer jokes when he sees you.
"don't mess with me, changbin, i came last week."
"yeah, you came on tuesday and missed the rest of the week." he doesn't lie.
one of the advantages of having a boyfriend who supports you financially is undoubtedly the gym schedule, the empty environment with just you, your personal trainer, and maybe two trophy wives there.
and that's one of the reasons why you don't care at all about the length of your clothes, the tiny shorts with a bit of your ass showing are practically your uniform. is changbin a straight man? yes. does he flirt with you sometimes? yes. has he made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't mind being your lover? countless times.
but you only have eyes for your boyfriend.
and seungcheol knows this, however, that doesn't stop his blood from boiling when he walks into the gym to pick you up unexpectedly and sees changbin staring at your ass shamelessly. it's almost pathetic to watch the guy drooling over a piece of exposed skin. he even thinks about making a scene, yelling at the personal trainer in front of everyone, threatening to gouge out his eyes or anything like that.
but he takes a deep breath and heads towards the women's bathroom.
when the workout finally ends, all you can think about is how much you need to take a shower. you put your bag on the sink and start to undress, but before you can even get into a stall, you feel a hand grabbing you from behind.
“fuck it, seungcheol! you scared the hell out of me.”
he doesn't answer you, just turns you around, pressing your body against the cold wall and kisses you angrily, a wet, messy kiss, full of jealousy. and when he pulls away, you notice his gaze: possessive, angry.
“he was staring at your ass like a dog in heat and you didn't do anything.” he justifies before you even question him.
“who, seungcheol?” you ask, you know perfectly well who your boyfriend is talking about because you also noticed the stares, just don't care enough, changbin isn't the first or the last guy to desire you.
“don't mess around. i'm talking about changbin.” he doesn't yell, seungcheol has never been the type of guy to yell at you, but he's clearly pissed. “the guy practically buried his face in your ass.”
"relax, cheol, he was just checking if the exercise was being done correctly," you tease.
and he knows, he knows you're teasing him, he knows changbin will never touch you, yet he still gets annoyed. without saying anything, he approaches again, gently turns your face to the side, and starts giving you little bites on your neck. you know it'll leave a mark, but you're curious to see how far this jealous scene will go.
"he was just correcting your posture, right?"
"that's right, honey, totally professional, it's like he's thinking about sleeping with me someday," you laugh, teasing even more.
he lets out a low laugh, and you know you're screwed, "i'm the one who's gonna correct your slutty attitude."
the kiss is rough, smacking, you feel like you're going to be devoured at any moment, his large body completely covering you and dominating you. you barely notice when your shorts slip down, but you're sure the hard slap on your ass echoed outside the bathroom.
seungcheol growls, pressing his hard cock against your ass, still dressed. your panties end up on the floor, along with your tiny shorts, and you hear the rustling of your boyfriend's clothes.
"cross your legs." you don't quite understand, but you obey, crossing your legs while still standing, as he asked.
at first, you think your boyfriend is going to fuck you without any preparation, making you feel that burning sensation when your cunt needs to get used to his thick cock. but what he does is worse, his drooling cock starts rubbing against the space between your legs, getting wet between your thighs.
“c-cheol-”
“shut up!” he doesn’t even let you finish, knowing you’re going to beg him to pound you hard, to break your little hole, and he knows himself well enough to know he won’t be able to refuse.
his thick dick continues rubbing against you, soiling your legs and making you whimper in frustration. your boyfriend also moans, using your thighs as if they were your little hole, rubbing his cock there in lust, even more turned on by seeing you whimper.
his heavy hand goes inside your shirt, squeezing your nipple, pinching it, while he makes sure to leave hickeys and bites on your neck.
“p-please,” you groan, the lust is so intense it causes physical pain, having cheol rubbing against your legs like that could be considered torture.
he lets out a mocking laugh against your neck, his thick cock throbbing between your thighs. deep down, seungcheol wants the same thing you do, but he's not going to give it to you like that.
"what do you think? that i'm gonna see you offering yourself like a whore to your personal trainer and then just fuck you?"
"c-cheol," you whine again, the tips of his fingers touching your groin, his cock on your thighs, not even close to where you really need it.
it's clear that at this point his pleasure is seeing you humiliate yourself.
"that pathetic little whore voice of yours isn't gonna make me fuck you." he grabs your tits again, pinching your right nipple until you let out a little scream, his sticky cock on your thigh, feeling you tremble. "slut!" his firm hand pulls your hair.
you bite your lips, trying not to moan, trying not to humiliate yourself even more, but you feel that if he doesn't fuck you right there you might literally explode with lust, your heavy breathing from anger making your pussy wetter and wetter.
he laughs, running his finger between your legs, playing with the sticky liquid there, making your legs give way. "all wet, needy little slut."
and then seungcheol fits the head of his cock into you, making you whimper again, begging for mercy. "i'm only gonna fuck you because i need to cum. you're forbidden, understand?" he nibbles your ear to firmly spell it out. "forbidden."
you nod, too dumb to disagree, not caring about being used for his pleasure.
and when your boyfriend enters, all at once, it's impossible not to feel the impact of his firm body pushing against yours. his thick cock forcing you open, making you endure it all. he thrusts into you with such force that your body loses its balance, causing you to grab onto the sink in an attempt to.
half-failing to stay upright. his wet cock making noises against your sweaty bodies, your pussy stretching around his thick, punishing cock.
"mine, fuck!" he growls, your body swaying each time his hard cock opens you wider.
the rhythm is punishing, pounding you relentlessly, making you take every inch of his cock to the hilt, and you can only moan, completely lost in his thick cock impaling you, in the face of your boyfriend fucking you.
"this pussy is mine."
seungcheol fucks you mercilessly, you know this will leave you more sore than any workout. you know the marks of the rough sex will remain on your skin, and that only excites you more each second, the idea of your man using you as a receptacle making you delirious.
"i'm gonna cum in you. my favorite little hole." his words overflow with possession.
the orgasm hits seungcheol hard, he's fucking you completely out of control, ejaculating inside you in a kind of animalistic way, the thick white liquid covering you completely as he slows down.
you continue without coming, obeying the order he gave you minutes ago. and when he finally recovers, his cock, smeared with his own sperm, makes a 'plop' as it withdraws from inside.
"your luck," he starts pulling up his pants. "is that i don't have a pocket pussy here, or i'd make sure to shove it up your ass to fuck it like that."
the idea is dirty, imagining your boyfriend putting a 'fleshlight' inside you, and then using it, is so disgusting that it turns you on even more, being used as a mere hole for seungcheol excites you more than you like to admit.
and of course he notices. you've been together long enough to know that you're compatible in this depraved dynamic.
"just imagine, shoving one of these things inside you and going all the way in, preventing you from feeling me."
he turns on the tap, splashing water on your face, while you stand there, soaked, horny, willing to do anything to come. his big hands pull your shorts up, dressing you awkwardly, both of you aware that soon his sperm will leak inside you.
"now you're gonna put on your best cynical face, and go tell changbin that this was the best workout you've ever had." you threaten to open your mouth to say that the personal trainer will find out what happened, but seungcheol cuts you off. "and if you do it really well, at home i'll think about whether i'll let you come."
and you nod. going towards changbin while thinking about your boyfriend's cock impaling you again later.
mechanic!mingyu x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, 'slut, bitch', humiliation, public sex (on the street), size kink, hair pulling.
summary - your car dies in the middle of the street and your mechanic sends his friend to save you.
you take a deep breath when you notice your car simply dies in the middle of the street. you haven't had one of your best days; even the party you tried to go to to distract yourself was a drag, and to make matters worse, now your car has simply shut off and won't start again. trying not to stress yourself out even more, you pick up the phone to call mingi even though it's almost dawn.
song mini is your trusted mechanic; every time your car has any kind of problem, you take it to him, and he or his team always saves you.
"hi, mingi! sorry to call at this hour, but my car simply died in the middle of the street."
and then you hear a sigh from the man, “hi, are you okay?” you say yes, that the car just stalled but there was no accident involved. “girl, i’m traveling with my wife…” he admits, making you apologize profusely. “relax, i’m sending you mingyu’s number, he works with me at the autoshop, i think he can help you, okay?”
you thank him, texting his friend and thankfully getting a quick reply, and after sending the address, he asks you to wait twenty minutes for his arrival.
twenty minutes pass by quickly; you're casually scrolling through your tiktok, trying to kill time, when you notice the white car approaching with the autoshop's logo on the side. the car parks right behind yours, its high beams illuminating the street. you sigh in relief that you'll finally be able to resolve this and go home, so you unlock your own door and get out, but nothing, for real, nothing prepares you for the man who gets out of the vehicle.
mingyu is wearing a simple black tank top and dark shorts with a very low waist. his hair is slightly damp, as if he just took a shower, and he also has a tired expression on his face.
you can easily notice his strong arms, the relaxed way he closes the door with one hand and walks towards you as if he hadn't just come out in the middle of the night to help you.
fuck, naturally hot man.
"did you talk to mingi?" the question sounds low, hoarse, heavy with sleepiness; you feel a little guilty because he's clearly tired.
"y-yes. sorry about the time, i just really trust him and the team."
"he told me, i was almost sleeping when he called and said you were gonna text," he confesses.
you murmur a 'sorry,' but he quickly says it's no problem, after all, it's his job. his eyes quickly scan your body before focusing on the car.
“did you open the hood to see anything?”
“no, i thought it was better to wait for you.”
“you did the right thing,” mingyu murmurs.
he walks around the front of the car and opens the hood easily, after all, it’s his routine. you lean against the car, trying to look normal, your tiny skirt making you feel the cold wind against your legs, and then you cross them.
mingyu notices too quickly, his eyes drift down for a second, a little fast, but not at all discreet.
“coming back from a party?” he asks casually while fiddling with some engine part.
you look at your own clothes and laugh. “that slutty skirt gives you away, doesn’t it?”
“quite a bit, but you look beautiful,” he comments, still focused on the car. and then he realizes what he just said. “i meant that it doesn’t look like comfortable clothes to be standing in the middle of the street.”
damn liar. he meant that you look too hot to be casually buying bread at the market at eleven o’clock at night, and that yes, it’s a slutty skirt.
you bite your lip, the party was a drag, your car broke down in the middle of the street, but maybe the night won’t end so badly…
“and you? do you usually work like this?” you asks, staring shamelessly at his low-cut shorts and tight black tank top. mingyu tilts his head almost as if asking why. “no uniform, casual.”
he laughs, his voice heavy with sleep. “damn, i was already lying down, i told you, i only came because mingi said it was urgent!”
he leans back over the engine, his long fingers already stained with grease, his posture relaxed as someone clearly used to solving problems like this.
you, on the other hand, are too busy trying not to notice the hot guy in front of you, clearly drooling over him like a bitch in heat.
“besides, he owes me a lot for this,” mingyu comments distractedly.
“for waking you up?”
“no.” he looks up at you for a second, wiping his fingers on his shirt. “for sending me alone down a deserted street with a woman like that wearing that little skirt.”
you gasp, your legs wobbling for a split second as he looks back at the engine as if he hadn't just blatantly flirted with you.
“you say that to all your clients, don't you?” he asks, trying to sound less affected than he really is.
“i don't usually see hot clients in the middle of the night.”
son of a bitch.
mingyu partially closes the hood. “apparently it’s just the battery, princess, it won’t take long to replace.”
you murmur something in thanks, trying to act normal while your brain is still processing that he just indirectly called you hot.
“but to be honest, it’s hard to concentrate.”
you laugh and raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “why?”
“because every time i look, you’re staring at me like you want i fuck you.”
your breath catches, and mingyu lets out a laugh, heading towards the company’s car to get another battery.
meanwhile, you try to recover some of your dignity, opening the purse thrown on the passenger seat and leaning out the open window looking for your lip gloss, too distracted trying to reorganize your thoughts after those absurd sentences.
and then your legs tremble, because you feel his hard cock rubbing depravedly against you.
firm. slow. without any disguise. and his hand firmly on your waist making it clear that it's intentional, and from then on you don't even care if his grease-stained fingers are soiling the hem of your white blouse.
the thin fabric of the skirt making you feel the thick cock rubbing against your ass.
"i tried to control myself," he confesses softly, almost laughing. "i swear i tried."
but he doesn't seem sorry, quite the opposite. he rubs again, firmer, eliciting an involuntary sigh from you as his hand goes down a little, now playing with the waistband of your skirt.
“you show up wearing that tiny skirt…” mingyu brings his mouth close to your ear. “you look at me with that slutty little face, and then you’re all bent over in the car window for me.”
you don’t even try to get up, far from it, you stand on tiptoe trying to make him brush against your hole.
and mingyu lets out a hoarse sound against your ear when he realizes what you’re trying to do.
“so hot…” he groans. you feel his hip again, heavier, more depraved, shamelessly taking advantage of how your skirt rides up a little in that position. “i just came to change a fucking battery.”
you turn your face, still half your body inside the car, barely able to see, but catching just enough of his large body rubbing against yours.
“pretty little slut!” he lifts your skirt, exposing your panties, which are just as short, the fabric wedged tightly in your ass, wet at your entrance, driving him crazy. “i knew from the moment you got out of the car you were going to give me trouble.”
he slaps your ass, nothing too hard, and then you feel his body detach from yours. you watch through the window as he closes the hood and leaves the battery up there, returning to you.
at that moment, fuck everything, fuck the job, the damn battery, fuck if you're in the middle of the street and anyone could walk by…
but unlike what you expect, mingyu doesn't rub his dick against you again; he kneels down, barely caring about his knee on the asphalt, and then buries his face in yours.
his tongue brushed against the damp fabric that barely covered your pussy, "pretty pussy." he let out a moan against your skin, then smelled you.
you felt the cold air as he pushed the fabric aside, but the heat between your legs is much stronger, mingyu's tongue wet, drooling, and sucking the entire length of your cunt, making you tremble. he's in no hurry, even though he's on the dirty asphalt.
"f-fuck," you moaned softly, sending the vibration to his hard cock.
mingyu pulled his cock out of his shorts, but didn't touch it, just left his throbbing cock there. he was too busy sucking you, your pussy getting even wetter with each lick, contracting in the emptiness.
the wet muscle entered your little hole, tasting the salty flavor. mingyu grunted, running his tongue all over you, taking advantage of the position to leave a lick on your asshole too, rubbing his face there, happy. “shit,” he mutters, staring at the tips of his fingers, which were covered in grease. no matter how hard he tried to clean them, there were still traces there. “i really wanted to finger that little pussy,” he admits.
he tries again, rubbing his fingers on your shirt, even spitting to see if it helps clean it better, but it's kind of useless, it doesn't clean completely and he doesn't want to get you dirty, not like that.
he grunts, annoyed, adjusting himself and going back to sucking you lasciviously, running his tongue over your soaked entrance, burying his face there, making you roll your eyes as you try to grip the steering wheel and the seat.
you feel his hard cock rubbing between your legs, the wet head smearing you with precum.
mingyu sucks you like it's the last meal of his life, having fun forcing the muscle in your ass, watching you squeal, then going back to your pussy and lasciviously rubbing your clit. your leg trembles and he laughs, sinking even deeper into you, squeezing your hips tightly.
and when you come, he swallows every last drop, sticking his tongue in your hole to get more.
mingyu holds you firmly, slowly lifting you from the ground, ignoring your bruised knees, then guides you to the hood of the car, pushing the battery aside, laying you down there. and without saying anything, he kisses you.
his warm lips devour you in an intense kiss, your taste on his tongue, dominating you, his large hand moving up your body, slipping under your shirt and searching for your tits. he unhooks your bra any which way, squeezing your tits and playing with the nipples, hard from the cold. "fuck."
he continues circling your nipple with his thumb, while his mouth bites and sucks your jaw and neck, leaving some light marks there, your pussy getting wet again.
“fuck me, mingyu!” she moans hoarsely, needy.
in a brusque movement, your skirt is bunched up at your waist, he quickly grabs his huge, thick cock and rubs it against your wet cunt.
“please…” you whine again, opening your own legs.
the request makes mingyu lose the last vestige of sanity. he rips off yours panties in one go, throwing them beside the drums, and without any tenderness, pushes inside.
rough. strong. your tight little pussy contracting around his thick, throbbing cock inside you.
“slutty pussy,” the cold hood of the car presses against your back as mingyu lays you completely down, slowly inserting his cock, letting your little hole adjust to his fat cock, pulling it all the way out only to thrust back in all at once, making you whimper like a little whore on his big cock.
"tight as fuck!" he growls, his eyes fixed on yours, making your pussy throb even more around him.
then he pulls out, tucking everything in and then burying his cock deep inside all at once, harder, making you moan loudly, without any shame, his thick cock stretching your tight pussy.
"i'm gonna break your pussy, i want you dumb from my dick," he promises, and then he does it again, faster, burying it deep, making his balls slap against you, making the car hood creak slightly.
mingyu's hands squeeze your tits, his body lying on top of yours, giving you a dirty kiss while his cock impales you without any decency. a car passes by you two, its low beams illuminating the two of you in the profane act, but he doesn't care, much less you; the thrusts continue strong, hitting your pleasure point, making you roll your eyes at him. the car passes slowly, staring at you both, enjoying the little show, but doesn't stop, just keeps going and disappears around the corner.
you groan when his cock comes completely out of you, but mingyu quickly resolves the situation, grabbing your waist and turning your body, putting you on all fours on the cold hood.
your face against the icy metal.
and before you can even breathe, mingyu buries his thick cock inside you, the position making you feel full, hitting your sweet spot perfectly, making your eyes roll back as you moan loudly.
mingyu can't hold back, a hard slap lands on your ass, the crack audible to anyone passing by, him grabbing the bruised flesh immediately afterward.
"so hot. pretty whore." he delivers another slap.
his cock brutally pounding your pussy, the force of the thrusts making your body almost jump against the hood, the cold metal provoking new sensations in your already deliriously horny body.
mingyu fucks you hard, forcefully against your hips, making you feel every inch of his cock.
"moan, bitch, moan for me while my cock destroys that pussy."
you obey, moaning even louder, unable to hold back.
the position, his cock opening your pussy, hitting the perfect spot while throbbing inside, his balls slapping against your body, your sweaty skin making the 'plops' audible.
he grabs your hair, his firm hand pulling a handful while his nails lightly scratch the hood. mingyu notices, satisfied, your body trembling, your delicious pussy tightening even more around his cock.
"are you gonna cum for me? cum, bitch! i'm dying to fill you with cum too."
he doesn't stop, maintaining the same speed, moaning in your ear, pulling your hair.
"f-fuck, mingyu-u," your voice is weak, trembling, full of lust.
and you cum, screaming his name even louder, your pussy contracting around his big cock buried deep inside you, trying to suck him even deeper.
the way your body reacts to the orgasm is the trigger for mingyu, "bitch!" he groans in a growl as he cums.
the jets of hot milk, deep inside you, filling your entire pussy. he tries to bury himself even deeper, plunging his cock deep inside you, making you swallow every last drop of his cum.
and he stays there until the last drop is inside you, his cock throbbing as the thick cum spills out.
you both start to catch your breath, your chests racing, your bodies limp, both sweaty, but laughing for no reason…
mingyu pulls out of you, dragging some of the semen out, and helps you sit on the hood, awkwardly tucks his own cock back into his underwear and pulls up his shorts, then carefully pulls down your skirt, and then adjusts your bra and shirt. you pretend not to notice him putting your panties in your pocket.
“are you okay?” he asks, his voice affectionate in contrast to everything they did. you nod, and he quickly walks to the car, grabs a small bottle of water and hands it to you.
you accept, drink the water slowly, still a little dizzy.
"sorry if i was too rough," he scratches the back of his neck. "i went a little overboard, you're fucking hot."
you laugh, saying everything is fine, and that you liked it.
“it’s cold… i still need to change the battery, get in the car, it’s better than getting cold.”
“more than i already have?” you tease, laughing, but obeyed and got into your car, watching mingyu lift the hood again.
a few minutes later, mingyu finished, closing the hood and going to the driver’s side window to talk to you.
“it’s ready, sweetheart, you can go home now!” he smiled, making you weak with just a look.
“how much was it?”
“a date.” you stared at him confused, not quite understanding. “let me take you on a date and the new battery is paid for.”
you smiled. “well, you already have my number, gyu!”
dilf!scoups x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, humiliation, dacryphilia, rough sex, blowjob, age gap.
summary - you were taking the drunk freshman home, but you didn't expect to find her hot dad shirtless.
you knew you should have made yoonchae stop drinking after the second bottle, but she seemed so happy that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. and well, it really could be worse; she was completely drunk while sleeping in the back of an uber.
you knew seungcheol wouldn't like any of this, but your apartment was too small to accommodate a drunk freshman in your single bed, so when you rang the doorbell, you hoped he was having a good day.
and good day you don't know, however, he was shirtless, incredibly hot.
"what the hell did you do to my daughter?" he asks, slightly annoyed.
"daaaaaad!" the girl says sleepily, trying to stay upright.
okay, come on, you didn't take a girl who had just turned 18 drinking, you took a freshman to a college party, and yoonchae seemed super fine, until she kissed the third girl in less than two minutes and swore she would go home with her and another friend. not that you were against other people's happiness, she just clearly wasn't feeling very well, so you called an uber and took the girl to her own house. you'd been there a few times, mainly to spend the day by the pool, so you knew the address, and you also knew that the handsome guy at the door was her father.
"yoonchae drank a little, seungcheol. i thought it best to bring her home." you're not crazy, you would never say that his daughter is completely drunk, even though it was obvious.
"a little?" he opens the door, letting you and yoonchae go inside the house.
seungcheol is worried, obviously. he was once his daughter's age (not too long ago, actually), he knows that this kind of thing was common. he's just bothered by the fact that the girl didn't even tell him she was going to a party.
he helps you carry yoonchae upstairs to the room on the second floor. you bathe her while he makes tea and prepares medicine to leave by his daughter's bedside. a few minutes later, you come downstairs, your clothes (tiny, by the way) a little damp from the bath you gave the girl.
"thank you," he says. "for bringing her here."
"i'm not crazy, seungcheol! i would never leave her stranded at a college party or let her take an uber by herself."
"you can just call me cheol. do you want it?" he offers you a glass of water.
okay, it's not the most correct thing to think about, but why is he so hot, and worse, why hasn't he put on a damn shirt yet? staring at seungcheol's naked body will drive you crazy.
you accept the glass of water, and you could swear you feel the man's gaze on your tits, due to thet top and tiny skirt you're wearing.
“i’ll order my uber, thanks, cheol!”
“you’re not in a condition to go out like that right now.” you threaten to protest. “i’m not talking about drinking, it’s clear you handle it well, but i’m not crazy enough to let you take an uber in that tiny skirt.”
“it’s just an uber, relax.”
“in that skirt? damn, no fucking way! do you have any idea how hot you look dressed like that?”
and that sentence is enough to remind you that there isn’t that much of an age difference between you two. in the end, seungcheol is still a single man with desires, and it’s a lie to say you don’t like knowing the effect you have on him.
“hot?”
“i meant that-”
“that you think i’m hot? that you’re staring at my body like a pervert, is that it?”
“i didn’t say th-”
“aren’t you ashamed of wanting to fuck your daughter’s friend?”
you try to maintain your composure because you don’t even know where that came from. it was a shot in the dark, of course it was, you don't even know if seungcheol actually wants you, but it's your only opportunity, and the alcohol is still in your system in enough quantity to make you brave.
he chokes, and for a second it seems like he's going to laugh or say something, anything to lighten the moment, but nothing comes. the silence stretches longer than it should, heavy. his jaw clenches, he looks at you, looks away for a moment and returns, running his tongue over his lips without realizing it. the seconds in which he stares at you again are enough to destroy any sanity, he doesn't try to hide it.
"said the whore who wants to get fucked"
touché
you remain silent for a few seconds, trying to process everything that is happening, but you give up, leaving it to try to understand when he is inside you, because now you are sure that this will happen at some point.
"do you treat all of yoonchae's friends like this? wow," he teases.
"only the ones who are always offering themselves like that in my house." he gets closer. "do you think i'm stupid? that i don't notice the way you look at me?" and even closer. "do you think i don't know you're dying for me to fuck your pussy?" he laughs. "you're not the first, what yoonchae has had most of in her life is her friends desperate to fuck with me."
it's your turn to laugh. "dying? you're the one who can't maintain a posture because of a mini skirt, seungcheol."
he lets out a kind of grunt, having become a father so young he learned to ignore insinuations, looks, games. it was never difficult to ignore his daughter's friends.
until you showed up.
"i always kept my composure, whore!" he squeezes your waist, pressing his body against yours. "the problem here is you. that damn hot ass of yours all hanging out in that little skirt, those tits of yours almost popping out. all i've done so far is control myself."
"is that controlling yourself?" you laugh, staring into his eyes. "you're pretty weak, aren't you? i expected more."
seungcheol growls, turning your body on the counter, your stomach pressed against the cold marble, and before you can speak, he reprimands you.
"shut up, damn it. you've talked enough for today."
his hand lifts your skirt, bunching it up at your hip, leaving your ass completely exposed, your black lace panties visible.
he slaps you hard, giving you a slight jolt against the marble. and then you feel his body against yours, the fabric of his thin sweatpants letting you feel his hard cock rubbing against you.
you press your fingers against the marble, biting your lower lip as you feel it brushing against your ass, your lace panties already wet just imagining the things seungcheol's dick is going to do inside you.
"it was only when i touched you that you got quiet?" he lets out a mocking chuckle. "you just wanted attention, didn't you? now that you have it, you're all soft."
he pulls your shirt down, exposing your breasts. the top joins the skirt bunched up at your waist, and seungcheol gives you another sharp slap on the ass.
and then again. "kneel."
your body responds even before your head, already lowering itself, as if automatically, kneeling.
his heavy hand plays with your hair, roughly caressing it, squeezing a few strands, moving your head, and then he uses his foot to spread your legs slightly.
"slut!" the sharp slap now lands on your face, making you turn around when the heavy hand finds your cheek.
the laugh you let out is involuntary; if seungcheol wants to play, you can too.
"i'm gonna tell yoonchae that i was spanked from her dad."
he grunts, pulling his dick out of his sweatpants and rubbing it against your lips, the purple head making it clear how excited he is by this ridiculous game of teasing. the grip on your hair is heavy, and then he plunges into your mouth, sighing loudly.
"fuck." he groans, his tongue tracing the salty cock, plunging deep into his throat as he moves his head until it touches his pelvis. "fucking slut!"
your hands go to his thigh, just as desperate, and then you start caressing his balls, watching as he throws his head back and moves you half-desperately against his cock faster and faster.
he doesn't come, not yet, your mouth makes a 'plop' as his cock comes out of your mouth, seungcheol leaving the kitchen and heading towards the bedroom.
"come on." you make a move to get up, but he reprimands you. "no, come like this!"
you gasp, because it's hard to process that he's asking you to crawl on all fours to the bedroom.
"are you deaf, for fuck's sake? i'm telling you to come."
you obey.
climbing the stairs on all fours while your clothes are bunched up around your waist is something you never really thought you'd do. your knees ache even though it's only a few steps, and your heart races as you walk down the hallway. what if yoonchae wakes up and sees you in this humiliating situation with her father?
at the same time, you feel your cunt getting sticky. you feel like you could cry from lust just thinking about how much you want and need this man to fuck you.
when you enter the room, seungcheol sits in the armchair next to the bed and pats his own thigh twice. you don't take half a second to react, sitting down there.
"good girl. desperate for cock. always wanted one like this, you know? a little slut to cum on whenever i wanted."
seungcheol kisses you for the first time, his tongue sucking yours and taking with it every trace of the cock that was in your mouth minutes ago. he squeezes your hips, moving you against him and making you wet the thin pants he's wearing.
his mouth moves down to your breasts, sucking on your nipples and making you wiggle and squeal in his lap. he spits, leaving your nipple even more wet, lightly scraping the tip of his teeth, making you roll your eyes.
two fingers are shoved inside your cunt, and the loud moan you let out is muffled by the lips of the man holding you.
"this pussy deserves a real man, not the boys your age!" another finger is inserted, you see stars, it's so strong that seungcheol's hand hits you hard every time he plunges his fingers in.
"fuck me, cheollie!" you moan.
you can't even tell when his cock is pulled out of his pants, all you can feel is his big cock opening you up completely, your mouth is slightly open and you cling to seungcheol's shoulders.
he doesn't wait for you to get used to it, he's not gentle, he fucks you brutally while you say incoherent things in his ear.
“you’re so horny, aren’t you? you hot little slut.”
he picks you up, carrying you to the bed and throwing you down, using the few seconds between you to take off all your pants. you take advantage of this to try and get rid of the clothes bunched up around your waist.
“bitch, all spread open for me on my bed. is this what your parents raised you for?” he laughs against your neck. “to give it up like a whore to an older man?”
“it was to do charity, cheollie! to help men like you who only get off when they jerk off.” the nickname comes out sweetly from your mouth.
he doesn’t answer, he just shoves his cock inside you again, pounding hard, trying to go deeper even when his whole cock is already inside you. he’s big, big dick, big body, it’s a natural reflex for your body to try and break free when he grabs you tight.
“don’t run away, bitch! where’s the charity you talked about?” he laughs again, thrusting roughly, but slowly, your body feeling each heavy thrust he gives.
you know that brutality will cause you problems tomorrow, seungcheol tries to go deeper as if he wasn't already hitting you hard.
"have you thought about what you're going to say to yoonchae when she asks you why you're all limp?" he taunts in your ear. his thick cock comes out only to thrust back in again, echoing a loud 'plop'.
"i'll say her dad fucked me good," you retort.
"of course you will. whores like you take pleasure in letting everyone know they were used."
"then use my pussy, cheollie!"
it's noticeable how seungcheol trembles at your words, he turns your body onto your stomach, but doesn't even give you space to get on all fours properly, your knee on the sheet while his whole body weighs against yours, sinking you deeper and deeper, while he fucks you shamelessly, there is no more morality in the act between you.
just two adults dominated by their own lust.
“i’m gonna destroy this pussy, you slut.”
seungcheol is ravenous, fucking you brutally, totally out of control with the situation. and you’re no different, all you want is for the man to keep fucking you like a doll, for him to cum and keep going until you both pass out from exhaustion.
“bitch.” his arm goes under your body, preventing you from falling completely onto the mattress. holding you tighter against him while his cock opens your pussy and his tongue plays with your ear and neck.
“s-so good!” you don’t moan, you literally scream, making him cover your mouth in the same second.
“shut up, bitch! you’ll wake my daughter if you keep moaning like you’re in heat.”
your moans are muffled by seungcheol’s hand, his large body leaning more and more against yours, you grab his arm, scratching, trying to release your own lust.
your leg trembles, and he notices. but he doesn’t stop. and when your pussy finally tightens and tries to expel his cock, seungcheol continues.
his hand is still in your mouth, your legs closed trying to push his body away, but you don't want him to stop, your biggest fear at that moment is that he'll give up on coming inside you.
"cheollie. fuck-" you feel the first tear fall, clouded by your own lust, trying to grab his body to come harder against yours, you're dizzy.
"are you gonna cum again?" he laughs, nibbling your ear while his thick cock tries to move inside you. "it's squeezing me so tight. i'll only stop when you cum again."
the bed creaks loudly, scratching the wooden floor as he continues to move, and when your body finally falls onto the mattress, seungcheol doesn't stop.
his thick cock punishing you, devouring you, driving you to insanity.
and you cum, squirting all over the mattress, leaving seungcheol's bed completely wet.
and he comes along, covering you completely, making you feel every drop of his hot cum inside your cunt.
you're exhausted, dirty, and the only thing you can think about is catching your breath to fuck again.
your phone vibrates, a message popping up in your notification.
[yoonchae freshman]
[4:56 am] friend thanks for dropping me off at home
[4:56 am] i hope my dad didn't freak out on you
[4:57 am] but i don't think so, damn he's fucking someone here so loud i woke up to moans
[4:57 am] anyway we'll talk on monday! thanks a lot
kim mingyu didn't confirm that he would attend the high school reunion, but he was there... you didn't expect it, you didn't think he would actually show up there, but he was there. fuck!
you thought about rejecting it when you received the message saying that you would have a 10-year reunion with your old high school class, but in the end you ended up accepting because you thought it would be a cool idea. you were happy when you saw that mingyu wasn't in the groupchat. you dated for practically the entire high school and broke up four months after graduation because you were going to completely different colleges, and since then you haven't seen each other again... never...
you didn't see him in the group chat, so you didn't expect to find him there. but he was there. hot like a fucking hell.
you remember when you lost your virginity to him, mingyu didn't let you feel pain, just immense pleasure, and after that you seemed like a sex addict, you wanted to fuck him all the time, you seemed to need his dick inside your newly non-virgin pussy. he taught you things you never thought you'd like, the way he hit you, humiliated you, made you feel like a slut in bed, but damn, was only in bed, the moment the sex ended mingyu was the sweetest guy in the world, he took care of you as if you were made of glass, he defended you in moments when there was no need. we has a gentleman.
but that was ten years ago.
you entered the room and he noticed, fuck, of course he noticed, mingyu wasn't the only one who had evolved in these 10 years, you were fucking hot, and the open dress in the back made it even more evident, you had no idea, but at that moment mingyu's cock was already awake, thinking about fucking you in the nearest bathroom, just like you did when you were teenagers, hiding in any bathroom just to fuck like two animals in heat.
you hugged everyone there, friends you hadn't seen in a long time, others you'd met at a bar last month. it was nice to talk about life, see how much they'd evolved, some married, with kids...
"single, but working my ass off!" mingyu replied when it was his turn. "and yes, i'm the veterinarian i always said i wanted to be, but god, i thought i'd die to achieve this," he joked.
it wasn't news; you knew mingyu was a studious bastard. you were tired of warming his cock while he studied for hours and hours, or even the pauses between chapters so he could cum inside you. after all, you were his puppy in heat; playing with your body was studying.
the hours passed, you drank, and the large conversation table began to break up into small groups. you spent a long time talking to vernon, but when he went to the bathroom, mingyu approached, his more mature voice making a river between your legs.
"the years have done you good, you're so fucking beautiful," he was sincere.
"i'm not the only one, mingyu, damn, you're gorgeous," you replied.
you knew mingyu and knew yourself well enough to know you'd end the night in bed with him... and with more drinks, laughter, and random conversations, the son of a bitch broached the subject you'd been avoiding so much.
"i've been thinking lately about how loud you moaned for me, the way you always looked like a slut bouncing on my cock, damn... i don't think i've ever had sex this good again."
fuck, that's insane. you missed him.
"we were a good match... you looked like you needed to fuck me to keep living, addicted to pussy."
"addicted to your pussy." your legs trembled, mingyu you are a son of a bitch.
"how's your life, baby? what did you do after us..." he asked with that flirtatious smile.
"i know you, mingyu, just tell me what you want..."
you knew what that smile wanted, and damn, good thing, because you wanted the same thing. from the damn moment you saw that man at the bar, you were praying to all the gods that he was still single. if mingyu was already good when he was inexperienced, damn, how must that man be now...
you entered his apartment kissing. that's when you discovered he hadn't actually responded to the group reunion invitation. he only lived five minutes away and wanted to go out for drinks... mingyu was even stronger than you remembered, his arms gripping your waist and back tightly, his firm hand pulling your hair, his hot, dominating tongue making it clear that you would obey him as you always did.
mingyu took you to his room, different from high school but still the same. he still had all his favorite cds, the decor's color palette remained the same blue and red, but the bed was bigger, more comfortable, and...
damn, his abs is hot.
"do you still like being treated like a slut? i remember you loved it when i humiliated you... do you still like that, uh? can i use you as my cumdump?"
"please..." was the only thing you replied. you couldn't explain it, it was insane how even after 10 years mingyu still made you so horny… but god… you needed him...
mingyu laughed, taking advantage of your dress to look straight at your panties. you regretted not choosing the best ones, they were just basic white ones. you didn't expect to end up in your ex-boyfriend's bed... mingyu took off your panties and dress without much fuss...
"and to think i was the first to taste that pussy, i was the first cock it swallowed... before, it was just a sealed pussy, and i opened it..." he laughed. "remember when you were addicted to my cock..."
he took off his own clothes. mingyu never liked cloth between you. the first thing he did was take everything off. you smiled when you saw that hadn't changed...
"this little pussy has been in the hands of so many people now... tell me... how many guys have you slept with to try to forget me..."
damn, you wouldn't admit it out loud, but in the first few months of college, you lost count of how many guys entered your pussy. you just wanted to forget mingyu, and damn, it was so hard. no one seemed to fuck as well as he did.
"aren't you gonna answer? are you ashamed to tell me you've become some kind of slut? everyone must have fucked you, right? tell me... tell me you slept with everyone because you need a cock to feel useful." he inserted two fingers without warning, watching you whimper inside him while laughing at your predicament. "looks like no one's fucked you properly, huh? can't handle two fingers? when did you get so weak? i remember you could handle my cock opening you up and my fingers in your ass... you haven't become a useless slut, have you? please, don't embarrass me..."
"gyu," you whispered, grinding against his fingers.
"that's it, i want you like this, my pretty whore, begging to fill that pussy, that's all you're good for. tell me, did you fuck that professor in college? i bet they all ate your pussy, right? they were lining up... imagine that little pussy covered in strangers' cum... fuck, love, tell me you did that, tell me you were the professor's little slut at least once."
"there were j-just two of them," you admitted.
and mingyu spanked you. fuck, you felt like you were on cloud nine, his heavy hand on your cheek, your pussy full, you could cum from that alone... you didn't have sex for grades, of course not, there were just two hot professors who wanted you, so why not?
mingyu inserted another finger, your back arching against the bed sheet, and he spanked you again.
"don't be weak, don't disappoint me like that. i don't like weak sluts, you know that."
you didn't answer, you were too busy cumming on mingyu's fingers...
"pathetic little slut... i don't want your dirty liquid on me, i don't want anything of mine being soiled by a whore."
"more, please, more, more," you practically begged, it was almost embarrassing.
"what do you want?"
"fuck, please, i want your cum, fill me up, let me leak..."
"fuck, did you know that in all these years i've never looked for a slut as desperate as you?"
he opened your legs again with a certain brutality, examining your pussy, all wet from your recent orgasm.
"remember when we were younger? fuck, i was the first to fuck you... you almost got on your knees, begging me to take your virginity. i was all worried about the pain, and you were enjoying it when i entered, enjoying the damn pain... you didn't even let me prepare you properly, you sick fuck."
"g-gyu," you moaned, bewildered. "fuck, gyu, destroy my pussy."
mingyu lost it. you deserved each other, you were both crazy. in these ten years, he was afraid to act like he did with you. he was gentler, more docile. he missed you every day, every time he had to control himself.
mingyu thrust in all at once, the sudden opening making you burn a little. you screamed, screamed in a way you hadn't in ages.
"all wet, fuck, you're a disgusting" he cupped your face, spitting on it as he clenched your jaw. "tell me, did you wait ten years to be treated like trash?" no one had the courage to tell you how useless you are, you disgusting whore! do you know why no one said anything? they felt sorry, sorry to say you're a useless person who needs a full pussy to live."
you'd never felt someone punch you so hard. you thought mingyu could break you there, his hips slamming hard against you in a way that hurt, the bed dragging lightly across the room, your balls hurting with each blow. it was all so painful, so disgusting, so good... you'd never felt so good.
mingyu slapped your face hard. "speak, whore, tell me you're disgusting, that you know i'm eating that pussy out of pity."
you started to cry, not from sadness, not from pain, and mingyu knew. he'd spent enough time with you to know that when you cried without being able to speak, you were at the peak of pleasure. then he slowed down, a deadly speed, almost stopping. you stared at him desperately, a silent plea for him not to stop.
"humiliate yourself for me. if you want to cum, humiliate yourself. tell me you're useless." he started to go deeper.
fuck, you missed all of this so much.
"i'm such a slut," you began, feeling him thrust again. "i fucked every man i saw. i just wanted to feel you again. i wanted someone to e-eat me. please, don't stop."
mingyu increased his speed, holding onto your hips as he listened intently to every word.
"i fucked every man because i needed a cock in my pussy, but none were as good as yours. fuck, no sperm tastes as good as yours." "mingyu-" you moaned as he sped up, his hips hitting you again. "i- i- fuck- i'm a useless bitch, i need cock, your cock, give me cock, please!"
mingyu thrust into you hard, laughing at how naughty you were, and then he squeezed your neck, hard, the way only he knew how, in a way you knew you could just trust and melt with pleasure.
"you're gonna cum, and i'm going to keep playing with this pussy until i'm satisfied, you're just my deposit, you're going to take everything i want, and if this pussy gets tired, i'll use other holes."
"please, use it, fuck, mingyu, i'm gonn-"
"cum, bitch, get all over my cock!"
when he tightened his grip on your neck, it was over. you came undone right there, moaning incoherently and clinging to his body tighter.
mingyu continued, he kept fucking you like an animal. "i won't stop. a good whore has to take it. you can handle it, right, love? you won't make me look bad, you won't let me down, right?" it was a rhetorical question. you barely spoke, and mingyu kept fucking you like he needed to live.
"i'm gonna fill that pussy, and you're going to thank me for using you as my personal trash."
"t-thank you for using me, thank you for choosing me as your toy!"
'mingyu, fuck, i'm gonna—"
"again?" he laughed. "cum, you useless bitch. i want you to break down on my cock. i want that pussy wide open for you to remember."
he thrust. one last time, until you came together...
this was a first. in the years you'd been together, this had never happened before. mingyu lay down on the side of the bed, waiting for his breathing to calm down, and within minutes, he was the same mingyu from every aftercare.
"hey, do you need water? there's watermelon juice in the fridge too."
you stared at him... watermelon juice was your favorite.
"okay, i lied. i was invited to the reunion, but i knew if i were in the group, you wouldn't go. and no, i wasn't expecting sex. i was expecting to bring you home drunk and take care of you so we could talk the next day, so i left watermelon juice."
you smiled. watermelon juice was the only thing you drank when you got home so drunk you could barely walk, and you didn't see any harm in it. you knew that if that were the case, mingyu would never take advantage of you...
he came back, with watermelon juice and some fruit.
"better?" you nodded. "i didn't say it at the meeting, but you're amazing. i'm proud of you for finishing college and being in the business. you always wanted this." you smiled, still eating, when you felt him massaging your ankle. "do you want me to fill the bathtub?"
"does your house have a bathtub? wow."
"yes," he laughed. "if you want, i can fill it..."
"i'm so fucking tired... i just wanna sleep..."
"okay..." he nodded and left, coming back with a damp towel to clean you up. "look, i know you didn't expect this, and neither did i. i'm not saying we should get back together. i don't even know if there's anyone in your life, but don't run away..." he asked sincerely. "we broke up because of distance. you never hurt me, and as far as i know, i never did anything to you-"
you kissed him. sweetly, unlike the kisses you'd shared so far.
"if you keep fucking me like this and taking care of me, you can get ready to leave the 'ex' boyfriend position," you joked.
you and mingyu had been living together for quite a while now. in the beginning, it was only supposed to be temporary, but curiously enough, things just worked out, and this was already the second year in your shared apartment.
living with him was never hard. he had always been gentle, polite, and helpful, from the start, the division of chores and grocery shopping worked seamlessly between you two. that’s why, when the initial three months ended, you opted to keep sharing the rent with him.
mingyu was used to help you with college assignments, was right there by your side at your graduation, and always listened whenever you needed to vent about work. fuck, mingyu was a the best possible roommate.
except for one thing: he had a insatiable desire for you.
he never said a word, nor would he ever dare to speak it aloud, fully aware of the boundaries established in your relationship, especially since you never gave him any opening for things like that. but damn, he wanted you. he imagined your sweaty body against his, particularly when you both walked back up from the building’s gym. how many times had he gotten hard just listening to your soft whimpers while he massaged your back?.
“heyyyy, i’m leaving!” you snapped him out of whatever he was doing on his phone.
“did you strip your bed? i’m putting a load in the washing machine.”
oh, right. you and mingyu split the laundry duty: every week, one of you was responsible for washing the bed sheets, towels, and personal clothes.
“fuck, can you strip it for me, gyu? i’m soooooo late! the door is open!”
“i’m gonna charge you for this,” he chuckled, giving you the green light to leave.
after you left, he spent several long minutes scrolling through his phone before finally working up the courage to grab the laundry hampers in each room. the door to your bedroom was indeed open. even though your hamper was out in the hallway, he walked inside given the prior permission and pulled the sheet off your mattress.
he regretted it bitterely the very next second.
mingyu didn't know where it had come from, but it was impossible to miss the red lace panties caught right in the middle of the white sheet.
his lips went bone dry. as much as he fought it and tried to suppress the urge, mingyu couldn't stop himself from holding the fabric in his hand. he ran his thumb over the cloth, which felt slightly stiff, a sign that the liquid had dried there, even though there were still wet remnants of your ovulation.
he felt dirty, yet he couldn't stop himself from bringing the gusset of the panties to his nose, licking it lightly when he realized it wasn't completely dry.
“fuck…” he muttered.
not even mingyu could pinpoint when this all started. it was so natural, so automatic, that before he knew it, just thinking about you would wake up his lower half.
and right now, that was the only head doing any thinking.
overwhelmed by guilt, he sat on the edge of your bed and, without hesitation, pulled his cock out of his shorts. he began teasing his thumb over the tip while staring intently at your underwear. as if the red lace wasn't enough, the panties were tiny, they would definitely ride right up your ass. and that was the only thought consuming mingyu’s mind: fuck, what would it feel like to fuck you just by pulling this lace to the side? to thrust deep inside your wet pussy while you whimpered his name?
his tongue rubbed against the damp center of the lace once more, desperate to taste you. so pathetic. kim started to feel disgusted with himself, but he couldn't stop. not now. not when he could smell your sweet scent while the tip of his cock was already leaking and completely slick.
he lost all control. he wrapped the lace around his hand and dragged it across his face, picturing you, your body, your laugh, your voice, imagining how needy and soft you’d be in bed. he rubbed the panties along his thick shaft, accepting that this was the closest he would ever get to touching you like this. and when he blew his load, feeling the delicate lace chafe against his sensitive head, he felt utterly miserable.
his heavy breathing was the only thing bringing him back to reality, realizing he had just jerked off into your lace panties without any permission.
still, he couldn't resist bringing the worn underwear back to his face one last time, inhaling deeply until your scent completely dominated his senses.
“fuck, i shouldn't-” he whispered to himself.
the guilt hit him like a physical blow, coming on as fast as his recent orgasm. he had always been the perfect roommate, the organized and understanding guy, and there he was: with the scent of your fertile period trapped in his lungs after coming all over his own thighs.
he felt repulsive, yet he still couldn't stop himself from slipping the tiny piece of fabric into the pocket of his shorts.
taking a deep breath, he reached for the wet wipes on your nightstand to clean up the mess he had made, drowning in self-loathing while still unable to shake the image of you wearing that tiny piece of lace out of his head.
closing his eyes tightly, he let out a groan of pure agony and frustration. “i’m gonna go fucking insane!”
and from that moment on, he knew: looking you in the eye when you walked back through that front door was going to be the hardest challenge of the last two years.
delivery-guy!vernon! + reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: unprotected sex, fingering and oral, penetration, cumming inside, pet names like "hot" and "princess"!
summary: after talking to jeonghan, you decide to stop overthinking and give the delivery guy a chance.
🇧🇷 versão em português
sitting on the sofa, you make a silly comment to jeonghan, just another one of those typical complaints about adult life: work, routine, days that always seem the same. it feels like everyone else is living a truly exciting life while you’re just running on autopilot. he listens while scrolling through his phone.
“you need to stop living life like it’s a cake's recipe.”
you frown. “what do you mean?”
he shrugs, as if it were no big deal. “you always overthink everything before you do it. you beat yourself up over little things, holding yourself back from living because of fear.” he turns his whole body toward you, looking you straight in the eye. “you should live a little more.”
“easy for you to say.” you scoff. “you can’t just go wild and live it up when rent eats up half your payment.”
he chuckles softly, as if he were talking about something simple. “i’m not telling you to drop everything and go to a worldtrip, but we need to do some crazy stuff sometimes. you know? peeing in the street, downloading tinder and going on bad dates, eating cheap and questionable food... you know, living.”
you don’t say much in response. you just let the thought linger in the back of your mind while he changes the subject, as if nothing had happened.
but now, hours later, it still hasn’t left your mind.
and as you sit on the couch, the conversation you had with jeonghan earlier still echoes in your mind.
“live a little more and do some crazy things sometimes” damn, why does that sound so hard?
but that can wait until next week, for now, you just call the usual pizza place, places the usual order, and goes to take a shower (the usual hot one).
it takes less than an hour between placing the order and the doorman buzzing you, you orders from there so often that the delivery guy probably knows your address memorized.
right, he definitely knows it. hansol even asked for your number during one of the deliveries, you can remember the scene exactly: the guy with blonde streaks and a shaved side handing his phone to you, the screen open to the "add contact" page.
“are you gonna send me the pizza place's specials?” asked, amused.
“you know damn well i’m not.”
still, even though you gave it to him, didn't really reply much, so he stopped trying. well, you follow him on instagram (he followed first, obviously!) and keeps up with the stories hansol rarely posts, sometimes complaining about college, or just a random photo of his motorcycle. you won't admit it out loud, but you always watch.
ding-dong.
“hey, princess.” he smiles the moment he sees you, pizza in hand, that nickname slipping out sounding almost too sweet, and… a new hairstyle.
his hair is completely shaved off, a classic buzzcut that looks insanely good on him.
“your hair looks cool,” you compliment him.
“you like it?” he smiles, looking you up and down. “i actually shaved it yesterday.”
“it looks amazing,” you blurt out without really thinking, making the delivery guy bite his lower lip.
doing crazy things sometimes.
jeonghan’s words echo in your mind.
vernon hands you the pizza, along with a small dessert pizza that he says is “on the house for a pretty customer.”
he’s handsome and polite, even when he’s hitting on you, he’s always been respectful.
doing crazy things sometimes.
“don’t you wanna come inside and have a slice?”
he stares at you, almost as if questioning whether he heard right, and you repeat the question, trying not to dwell on where this might lead.
vernon’s mind is a blur: the pizza place hasn’t closed yet, and even though there are other delivery drivers, he still has deliveries to finish, on the other hand, you’re inviting him inside, which is everything he’s ever wanted.
it all started a few months ago: you had just moved in, and your next-door neighbor recommended a nearby pizza place during a chat in the elevator. you made a mental note of it but took a few weeks to actually place an order.
and when you finally did, hansol was the one who delivered it.
he started by testing the waters, complimenting your hair and your outfit, lingering a bit, saying the movie playing on your tv looked cool, finding any excuse to stretch out the delivery by a few extra seconds. then, emboldened by your little laughs, he started taking bolder chances.
“you smell amazing today.” “so fucking gorgeous.” “if you give me a chance, princess…”
and there he was, still looking right at you. for the first time in months, hansol seemed at a loss for words.
realizing you aren't joking, he steps into your apartment, kicks his black sneakers into the corner by the door, and lets his gaze sweep across the room.
“i thought you’d never ask me over.”
“me too,” you admit, taking the pizza from his hands and setting it on the table.
“so, what changed?”
“you never gave up.”
“they say the patient guy always wins,” he laughs, pulling out a chair while watching you grab two plates from the cupboard, he types something on his phone and quickly locks the screen.
“you haven't won anything yet.” you place the plates on the table.
“yet,” he replies without looking away, a subtle smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
the silence that follows burns, not in a bad way, but it’s the moment you start to take in the scene: the pizza delivery guy sitting so casually at your dining table, eating a cheese slice like it’s an everyday occurrence.
you look at hansol again, the buzzcut definitely isn't helping matters, and damn, why *did* you ignore this guy’s messages for so long?
“ever feel like you’re living life completely on autopilot?” you ask.
hansol looks at you curiously, his chewing slowing down as he tries to figure out where this sudden question came from.
“i was talking to a friend today, he said i need to do crazy things sometimes. my life feels so monotonous, work, study, it feels like i’m stuck in a loop of just that.”
“i get it,” he says with a dry laugh. “my life is studying all day and then pulling all nighters delivering pizzas. i don’t even remember the last time i slept eight hours straight.”
“is that why you hit on all the customers?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.
“hey! i only hit on you,” he laughs.
“sorry i didn’t answer your texts. it’s not that i wasn’t interested, i just…” you admit.
“too tired?” you nod. “i feel like that almost all the time, too. my friends say i need to stop being so responsible and be a little crazy… like this.”
he looks at you, making the desire he feels for you obvious—though he doesn't really need to. it’s a different feeling, having a man in your home who is, in a way, still a stranger—yet you like it.
“it’s not that you don’t want to, is it?” he teases, that half-smile making you smile too, hansol is completely at ease, and the house is starting to take on his scent. “i think your friend is right, stopping the overthinking and all...”
the tension seems to swallow you both whole. the chair is slowly dragged back, and, as if it were routine, vernon pats his thigh twice, inviting you to sit there.
the surprise? you go, without questioning, without even thinking.
your brain tries to scream that this isn't right, that you shouldn't do it, but before you know it, you’re on hansol’s lap, feeling the delivery guy’s gaze burning into your body.
“do you have any idea how long i’ve wanted this? tell me what i can do.”
you think it over, weighing your options while enjoying the touch of his hand on your legs and considering your limits. “a condom. it’s okay to curse at me, but nothing too humiliating. a light smack is fine, though i admit i’m not used to anything rough.”
he listens, attentive to every boundary you set, your rational side is still telling you it’s crazy to sleep with the pizza delivery guy, but today, you let yourself ignore that voice.
“there’s just one problem, princess: i don’t have a condom,” he admits, after all, in theory, he’s working.
“shit, i… i…”
you don’t need to finish the sentence, he knows. he’s in the same, so tired and drained that sex isn't even on your mind. hansol simply kisses your earlobe, unbothered by the fact that you don't have a condom handy.
in fact, that actually turns him on a bit more, knowing he’s breaking your routine, getting you to give him something that feels like an exception to the rule.
“i can just use my fingers.”
his lips trace a wet line along your jaw, the faint trails of saliva make you restless in his lap. finally, he kisses you, making it clear just how much he’s wanted this for weeks.
the kiss is intense, a little rushed, it couldn't be any other way, the weeks of waiting have driven vernon wild. his mouth tastes of the sugary coke you were drinking, contrasting with the slight tang of ketchup. his tongue takes the lead, tangling with yours.
you let out a soft sigh as his hand slides up under your shirt, his fingers are rough and cool against your warm skin, sending shivers down your spine. vernon starts gently, grazing his thumb over your waist and ribs, then lightly brushing your chest until he reaches your nipple.
“can i take you to bed?” the question makes you tremble, you nod slowly.
he lifts you into his arms and follows your directions to the bedroom. once he sets you down on the bed, it takes him half a second to strip off his own shirt. vernon isn't overly muscular, he has a lean build, his arms and chest show he hits the gym, but it’s clear he’s no "gym rat."
hansol climbs onto the bed and crawls toward you, kisses you hungrily again, using his calloused hand to explore your body. your shirt is pull off, revealing your small tits, you refused to wear a bra at home.
“you have no idea how many times i’ve left here hard, thinking about you like this.”
he kisses your neck, slowly, leaving a trail of saliva, and moves down to your shoulders, his patience is your undoing.
he finally reaches your tits, suckling at your right nipple and grazing it ever so lightly with his teeth just to hear you moan, a sound that makes his cock throb. damn, you look like a fucking erotic dream.
“h-hansol,” you moan.
the name comes out drawn-out and needy, the spark that sends the last shred of his sanity to hell. he hears his phone ringing in the kitchen, probably another delivery guy from the pizza place, but he ignores it, too focused on the half-naked body beneath him.
he growls softly against your skin, his mouth leaving your chest to kiss you again, hungry, with an urgency neither of you can hide anymore.
without ceremony, you feel your shorts being pulled down, taking your thin panties with them, you shift to help remove the scrap of fabric, and suddenly you’re completely naked before hansol.
his kisses trail down again, over your jaw, shoulders, and the valley between your tits, moving down to your stomach and lower, toward the place you both want so badly.
his index finger traces your pussy, and vernon smiles when he notices how slick you are for him.
“fuck, princess. you’re all warm for me.”
he lowers his body, his face is so close to your opening that you can feel his breath. the tip of his tongue touches your clit, making you let out a needy little cry that mingles with the final shrill ring of the delivery guy’s phone.
he rests his hands on your thighs, spreading you wider to expose yourself to him, then let a firm lick from your entrance up to your sweet spot, making you arch your back against the mattress.
“you’re fucking hot!” the sound of the spit is almost pornographic, saliva trickling down your legs, before he sinks his index finger into you. "look at me," he whispers, staring intensely as his finger pushes deep into your pussy.
sensing you relax, he slides in a second finger and returns his tongue to your clit, using just the right amount of pressure to turn your brain to mush.
you try to grab onto his hair, letting out a little laugh when you realize his shaved head won't let you, but damn, you can't even complain, vernon looks so hot with his hair like that.
you start to feel a heat rising in your belly, your toes curling, until you look down and notice: vernon is jerking himself off while he goes down on you.
you don't even know how he does it, but two curved fingers are inside you while his tongue plays with your swollen little nub, and his free hand moves up and down his own cock, staining the sheets a bit with the thick fluid seeping from the head.
fuck the damn routine, fuck the damn rules, and, fuck the damn condom. you need hansol inside you.
just before the orgasm can hit, you pull away, forcefully pushing the delivery guy’s head down and away from you, making him withdraw his fingers.
“did i hurt you, princess? what is it?” his tone is careful, almost guilty.
“no,” your voice wavers, your face burning. “fuck me without a condom. fuck this shit.”
hansol, who hasn't had sex in months either, starts to question his own sanity, confused about whether he heard right, if you really said what he thinks you said.
“say that again. are you telling me to fuck you without a condom?”
you nod, lightly scratching his bicep. “please.”
vernon growls, yanking his jeans and underwear down in one swift motion, he doesn't question it again, just crawls back across the bed, spreads your legs, and, with trembling hands, aligns his dripping cock with your slick cunt.
your wet pussy makes his dick slide in easily, sucking up the delivery guy's entire length, hansol whimpers, his body spasming as your pussy swallows him whole.
“holy shit, i’m gonna cum so fast.”
“inside.” it’s the only thing you moan.
the command shatters any remaining shred of sanity for both of you. “so hot,” he whimpers, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
he can’t go slow anymore, and you don’t want him to. one of his firm hands leaves your hip to trace circles over your clit, making you whimper and try to close your legs, but hansol doesn’t stop.
his thrusts are rough, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. your mind goes blank, you can think of nothing but his thick cock filling you, the tip grazing your cervix, throbbing hard deep inside.
“so good. beautiful. fuck, you’re hot.”
your legs tremble, and the orgasm hits you full force, making you see stars as you throw your head back and scream his name.
hansol doesn’t stop, he’s chasing his own peak, his body shaking with pure lust, moving without any set rhythm, just delirious.
with one final thrust, he presses firmly against your hips, burying himself to the hilt, and you feel his cock shooting jets of cum into your hot pussy. the thick fluid fills you as he stays inside, trying to calm his breathing.
the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing, chests rising and falling as you both try to regain your composure.
vernon buries his face in your neck, his shaved hair tickles your cheek, and his hand now caresses your hips gently.
gradually, his cock goes soft inside you, and when he pulls out, the semen leaks out, staining your thighs and the sheets. your pussy is left empty, and now a little sore from those final, rough thrusts. he rolls onto his side, lying on his back and pulling you against him, making you snuggle into his lean chest. light kisses are planted on your face while hansol caresses your arm.
that caress travels down to between your legs, gently touching your sensitive entrance.
“i think your friend is right… doing crazy things is good for you sometimes.”
summary: you go crying to your two best friends and end up discovering that they’ve dreamed for years of sharing you.
🇧🇷 versão em português
the second bottle of wine is almost halfway done on the coffee table. you are at mingyu and minghao's place, the two of them having shared the apartment for years, and you've known each other since high school. theoretically, you are fulfilling the role of best friends in a post-breakup phase. you've spent the last two hours listening to you complain about your ex-boyfriend, and of course, agreeing with every single complaint.
mingyu keeps massaging your ankle, while minghao, sitting on the other sofa, has his body sprawled across the upholstery as he takes another sip.
"he acted like eating me out was a favor," you huff, downing the rest of your glass in anger. "i barely even cum..."
the silence in the living room borders on embarrassing: even mingyu's massage stops. he lets out an incredulous laugh, clearly fueled by alcohol, not drunk, the taller man is completely conscious, just utterly devoid of any filter.
it was already bad enough listening to you complain about your ex when all he's ever wanted was to have you. now, hearing that he treated you like a chore? damn, the hatred blinds him in seconds.
"a favor? motherfucker," his voice comes out harsh, irritated. "the guy has you in his bed and acts like it's a favor? sick piece of shit. you know what me and minghao would hav-"
"mingyu!" the chinese man scolds before the other can even finish, too panicked about what might slip out of the taller's mouth. "you're starting to cross the line."
"cross the line?" he grumbles, annoyed. "are you really gonna pretend, minghao?"
you don't quite understand what's happening, but you refill your wine glass, keeping your eyes on your friends. minghao lets out a sharp breath through his nose, an irritated sigh.
"it's not about pretending, damn it. it's about respecting the moment, she's hurting."
"go fuck yourself, xu minghao!" he snaps back quickly, his large body shifting on the couch as he goes back to massaging your calf. "gonna play the saint now? after hearing that she barely cum?"
"mingyu, shut the fuck up!"
still clueless about the situation, you stare back and forth between them. the mention of 'barely coming' was the breaking point for mingyu, it isn't fair, he's just that indignant.
and the caress continues, now creeping up to your knee.
"i won't shut up," he growls. "i'm sick of pretending that we do-"
"i swear to god if you open your mouth to say another word, i'll break your jaw." minghao's voice is freezing cold.
you swallow hard, your eyes darting from one to the other. mingyu scoffs, and instead of backing down from the threat, he just keeps the attack going.
still not understanding what's going on, you keep drinking, perhaps a bit too lost in your own self-pity to care about your two best friends arguing right in front of you. i mean, they live together and fight all the time, it's not like it's a big deal, right?
"break it, then. because i'm sick of it, dammit. i'm sick of pretending we don't spend sleepless nights imagining what it would be like to share her completely."
you freeze, your eyes going wide, choking on the alcohol you just swallowed as you try to process what you just heard. this isn't about protecting you, or hatred for your ex. it's about your two best friends desiring you together.
minghao lets out a breathy laugh, clearly in disbelief that mingyu was actually able to blurt it out. mingyu didn't lie, of course not, they've spent nights out on the balcony talking about how they would share you, describing and imagining you in the filthiest ways possible. but at the end of the day, they are still your friends, and minghao didn't want it exposed quite like this.
"you guys..." you ask, your voice still trembling.
the air grows heavy, too heavy. desperation is painfully obvious in both of their eyes, a mix of regret mixed with the raw, liberating freedom of finally having exposed how they feel. you keep staring at them, still lost in whatever the hell is supposed to be happening, and minghao decides to speak up.
"yeah. fuck..." he admits. "we've thought about sharing you for years, since high school to be honest. but you never gave us an opening, so we respected your boundaries. mingyu really crossed a line just now, my bad. forget about it." he scratches the back of his neck.
the chinese man's apology is sincere. they were never creeps waiting to pounce; they were always just your friends. beyond that, though, they've been harboring a goddamn vicious desire for you.
silence settles over the room. mingyu is still massaging your leg, as if that could make you forget the things you just heard. with the wine glass still in your hand, you look at mingyu, then at minghao, your breathing hitching.
"since high school?" the question slips out low, almost terrified.
"we love you, princess. you know that," minghao says sincerely, leaning in and gently touching your hair. "that's why we never even opened our mouths. better to die suffocated by our own desire than run the risk of losing you."
"if you want, we can call an uber or a taxi right now and pretend none of this ever happened," mingyu adds. "i really stepped out of line, i'm sorry."
the next few seconds are short but agonizingly tense, both of them anxious for your answer. you're still half-confused, having never looked at the two of them that way. of course, minghao and mingyu are drop-dead gorgeous, back in high school literally every girl wanted to sleep with them, and that followed them into college and every party you've ever gone to. it had always felt so natural to see them strictly as your guy friends.
every single time you went to clubs or parties together, you always knew that sharing was a recurring thing for them; it wasn't just two or three times you watched them take a girl home, and well, they clearly weren't spending the night playing uno…
you just never expected them to look at you that way, too. i mean, it's so confusing. you've slept in the same bed with the two of them countless times, you've gotten drunk to the point where they had to give you a bath, you've even talked to them about dates you went on with random guys, and never, they never once mentioned or hinted at a damn thing.
it felt like a sick fucking joke, just some weird strategy to 'cheer you up' because your ex-boyfriend is a piece of shit.
at the exact same time, discovering that they desired you violently wakes something up deep inside your brain. "i don't want an uber."
the silence that drops over the living room is brutal.
the truth is, as much as they dreamed about it, imagined it, as much as they might have planned out every single detail of this night in their heads, neither of them ever truly thought it could actually happen.
mingyu's hand freezes on your knee, staring at you like he's waiting for a hysterical laugh telling him it's a joke. meanwhile, minghao looks like he's about to shatter.
"are you sure?" minghao steps closer.
mingyu goes back to stroking your leg. "she said she doesn't want the uber, minghao. fuck, she wants to give us her pussy." despite the crude phrasing, his tone is practically glowing with hope.
minghao's eyes sweep down your body, starving, burning with an intensity you've never seen before. "do you have any idea how many times we thought about this? about how we imagined marking you all over, turning you brainless on our cocks, filling you up?"
"no favors, princess," the kim says, his voice trembling as his mouth hovers near your neck. "we want to ruin you completely. can we?"
"p-please," you beg, whining softly just at the mental image of the two of them taking you.
mingyu kisses your neck, turning you to jelly, his lips sucking softly against your skin while minghao captures your lips. his thick mouth and hot tongue invade your oral cavity, the sheer pressure of their two bodies closing in on you.
damn it, why didn't you notice this sooner?
you feel both of them shift onto the couch, each of your legs straddling one of their thighs, feeling your panties grow soaked from the unchaste kisses and fondling they're showering you with.
the two men beneath you still can't believe they are living out the dream of having you, practically delirious at the thought that they finally get to see you naked, touch you, use your tight little holes, and make you come for them.
"your skin tastes so good," minghao murmurs, slipping the thin strap of your top down, exposing your tight little tits with effortless ease a calm that's almost irritating.
mingyu practically groans, abandoning your neck instantly to suckle on a hard, peaked nipple. he sucks with such desperation that you can actually hear the wet suction sounds. the blonde joins in right after, mirroring the movement, a bit slower, but just as slick and wet.
your head is still spinning, but you decide not to overthink it; after all, at this point, sleeping with them or not is totally irrelevant, your friendship is already completely ruined.
you roll your eyes, the sensation of both your breasts being suckled at the exact same time entirely new to you. it's no secret that this alone is enough to soak your panties right through, making you whimker helplessly as your hips twitch involuntarily against their thighs.
the older one's fingers fiddle with the waistband of your shorts, trying to slip inside while he watches you whine.
"s-so good," you whimper, encouraging them to keep going.
not that they needed encouragement.
just having you right there was already more than enough.
minghao hoists you completely onto his lap, and within seconds the denim shorts slide down your legs, taking your panties right along with them.
you are completely exposed. mingyu holds your ankles right beside his friend's knees, leaving your dripping pussy wide open, pulsing.
it's slightly humiliating, hardly anything has happened yet and you're already thoroughly drenche, but you can't manage to feel a shred of shame, not when you watch mingyu literally whimper as he drags his tongue across the fabric that was buried deep inside you just seconds ago, licking the panties you never imagined taking off tonight.
minghao kisses you, slipping his fingers into your wet, swollen folds. at the exact same time, the taller drops the fabric to drag his tongue all across your slit, making your hips violently buck upward from the double stimulation. fuck, you aren't going to last like this.
"so soaking wet," mingyu chuckles, running his tongue over you again, tasting every salty drop leaking straight from your entrance. "i've dreamed about this so much, you little slut."
the phrase hits you square in the chest, making your lower belly tingle fiercely. your little pussy twitches visibly, causing mingyu to mock you softly.
"liked that, huh? what else do you like? hm? little whore?" he delivers a light, stinging slap right to your clit, making you let out a high-pitched squeak. "bitch?" another sharp slap lands.
"so dirty," minghao growls, pinching one of your nipples hard. "you're brainless from pure horniness, aren't you?" he laughs. "me too. i'm losing my mind over your gorgeous little body."
the words short-circuit your brain completely; your entrance twitches with every single insult, the slaps and pinches sending electric shocks straight through your body. you whine, completely past caring about how pathetic you sound.
"f-fuck me, please." you grab the minghao's sweatpants-covered length. minghao gasps, caught off guard by the sudden touch, but accepts it willingly as you shove your hand inside the fabric, giving his hard dick a light, desperate stroke.
and at that exact second, while mingyu is eating you out, you feel him force a single finger straight into your ass.
the sudden invasion makes your entire body shudder, a strangled moan tearing from your throat. you'd had anal before with your ex, but it didn't come close to the feeling of the kim's fingertip opening you up from behind. your tight little ring tries instinctively to push the thick finger out, but he persists, forcing you to adjust to the pressure while he faithfully keeps licking your wet, dripping folds.
"g-gyu..." you moan.
your hand freezes on minghao's cock, paralyzed by the overwhelming stimulation from behind, but the minghao dictates the rhythm, covering your hand with his own and forcing you to pump his shaft.
"that's it, princess, right like that." he bites your earlobe, still toying with your breasts with his free hand.
the finger slips completely out of your ass, only for minghao to drop your hand and shove two fingers deep inside your tight little hole.
"gorgeous, fuck, i've dreamed about this so much," mingyu laughs, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy while he keeps sucking on your clit.
you whimper; being fingered in both holes is turning your brain to mush. you throw your head back against the blonde's shoulder, rocking your hips as you try to sink deeper onto both of them, throwing every ounce of dignity out the window.
"such a tight little ass, i need to stretch you wide so i can bury my dick inside," minghao murmurs, sliding a third finger in. "you're gonna let me, right? fuck, our dream has always been to share you completely."
the third finger shoves in all at once, while mingyu curls two more of his inside your dripping pussy. you let out a ragged moan as the walls of your body struggle to accommodate the blonde's fingers, which stretch you out with infinite, languid patience, kissing your neck and drinking in your tiny whimpers.
"this little slut was born to be ours," mingyu taunts, lightly scraping his teeth over your swollen clit. his chin and lips are completely soaked with your juices.
"greedy little bitch. ours."
you can't hold it together anymore. feeling minghao's hard cock throbbing in your fist, feeling your ass yielding and relaxing, the first tears of pure lust blur your vision as you writhe on the chinese man's lap.
it feels so unfairly good, you've never felt so desired, so completely catered to.
"hao... fuck my ass, p-please," you beg, completely past caring how pathetic you sound.
even if he wanted to, minghao couldn't possibly say no. you don't even know where the tube of lube came from, but you watch as he slicks up his entire length, aligning himself with your trembling, clenched hole.
as he presses the head against you and starts to push in, mingyu goes back to sucking on your nipple, distracting you just enough from the thick cock forcing its way into your rear.
"so damn good, fuck, i've dreamed about this," he groans, slightly breathless, feeling your ass desperately try to push his hard length back out.
mingyu stares right into your eyes, using his thumb to wipe away a tear rolling down your cheek, refusing to stop nursing your breast. the mild, burning stretch of the thick dick contrasts sharply with how slick, hot, and ready your body is for them.
minghao tangles his hand in your hair, pulling it back into a messy ponytail, dragging his tongue down your neck so he can taste the salty sweat of your skin. "move whenever you're ready, gata. this dick is all yours."
the mingyu's thick fingers resume pumping inside your soaked pussy, making you instinctively start to bounce slowly on minghao's lap, taking it easy at first, testing the waters.
"so good, shit, you're so pretty," minghao groans, completely destabilized by the sheer pleasure of having his dick buried deep inside you.
he doesn't try to dictate the pace or overpower you, which only turns you to absolute mush. the way both of them are willing to accept whatever you want to give them, the way they look at you and trace your skin like they're trying to convince themselves you're actually real.
every time you rise and fall, the thick cock filling your ass makes you whine softly, feeling yourself stretch out inch by inch.
"we're losing our minds over you," mingyu admits. "fuck, we always have." the mouth that was just nursing your chest captures your lips in a messy, deep kiss, swallowing your tongue while his fingers keep driving into your pussy, his thumb teasing your swollen clit.
"don't stop, princess, fuck, don't stop." minghao sounds borderline desperate, caught between sucking your neck, gripping your hair, and using his free hand to play with the nipple soaked in mingyu's saliva. "i've dreamed about this for so long."
mingyu pauses his fingers inside your pussy, locking his dark eyes onto yours, his breath hitching. "can i slide in too? i need this pussy swallowing me whole, we always planned it like this."
his voice comes out almost whining, pleading, and the second you nod, the last remnants of your clothes hit the floor so fast it feels meticulously calculated.
and maybe it was, because they know you down to the exact science.
"we're gonna lift you up, princess. wrap your arms around my neck," mingyu commands, and within seconds the three of you are on your feet.
your legs wrap around mingyu's waist, your arms locked tight around his neck. mingyu grabs your thighs while minghao grips your hips, the tip of his cock sliding effortlessly back into your wet heat.
and when he pushes in all the way, your body violently jerks upward in midair, your head thrown back in a choked-off scream as you feel fuller than you've ever been in your life, two massive cocks pumping inside you simultaneously, both of your holes utterly thoroughly wrecked.
you lose the ability to speak, completely wrecked by pleasure. your throat lets out crude, guttural sounds, your body jolting up and down as mingyu invades your pussy while minghao stretches your ass wide open, your entire frame trembling in the air.
you could swear you can feel the heads of their dicks brushing against each other through the thin wall of flesh, completely brainless and dripping with lust as they impale you. "fucking gorgeous," minghao practically growls.
mingyu holds you in a death grip by your thighs, knowing every hour at the gym paid off as he uses the sheer power of his hips to slam up into your pussy. while minghao anchors your waist to support your weight, driving forward into your now thoroughly stretched ass, the sensitive head grazing deep inside you, throbbing and slicking everything up from within.
"fuck, we're both inside her," mingyu laughs, almost in disbelief, your fingernails raking down his shoulder blades as he continues to hammer your pussy.
"our pussy, our woman," minghao growls, biting down on your neck hard enough to make you squeak. "tell us we're yours, dammit."
you want to, you never thought about it before, but right now all you want is to be used by these two every single day of your life. but your throat locks up, entirely lost in the ecstasy of your high, overloaded by pleasure. with both of your tight holes stuffed full of dick, your capacity to form words is completely destroyed.
the only thing escaping your mouth are choked, breathless moans, your head lolling back against minghao's shoulder, your breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust.
mingyu searches your face, tears of pure heat streaming down your cheeks. "princess, please," his voice sounds pathetic, desperate, whining just as shamelessly as you are. "say we're yours. break us in."
you're still too far gone to speak, shaking on top of their cocks as they stretch you open, feeling your body gear up for another violent climax.
"don't do this, fuck," minghao growls, his tone bordering on panic. "we're begging you, tell us you're ours. finish breaking our minds. lie to us if you have to, fuck."
and that is the breaking point. you don't even need to lie, you don't want to belong to any man on earth except these two. hearing your two best friends beg like this bypasses your brain entirely and unlocks your throat by force. you need to say it, even if it comes out broken, clumsy, fucked up, you need to make these men know that yes, you belong to them.
you suck in a ragged gasp, your holes clamping down in a violent spasm, and as mingyu looks at you with absolute devotion, you force the words out, your voice rough, choked, and entirely wrecked.
"i-i am," you choke on your own breath, your head dropping back onto minghao's shoulder as your hips slam downward, begging to take even more length. "y-yours."
the broken sentence, butchered by whimpering groans, is more than enough to completely shatter whatever restraint those two men had left.
minghao bites down hard on your jawline, howling as his cock buries itself to the hilt in your open, dripping ass, his hands bruising your hips to mark his territory. mingyu sinks his teeth into your neck, the burning sting transforming into pure, unadulterated lust as you realize they just want to claim you, to make you irrevocably theirs.
you let out one final, soundless scream, your vision blurring at the edges as your orgasm tears through you. your holes squeeze down in a near-violent spasm, strangling both cocks at the exact same time as your men roar out,
"fuck. god, yes!" the grip is so punishingly tight neither of them can hold back anymore, driving into you in a frenzied, punishing rhythm, finishing the job of opening you up completely and making your body bounce up and down as if you weigh nothing at all.
"m-mine." the shouted moan slips past your lips, and without a single warning, they come together, flooding you from the inside out.
mingyu erupts in heavy, thick jets, filling your womb with an absurd amount of scalding-hot cum, trembling violently as he kisses your face and pumps every last drop of his seed deep into your pussy. your swollen little hole can't possibly hold it all, letting the excess spill out.
minghao's cum overflows from your stretched-out ass at the same time, thick and warm down the curves of your buttocks in a whitening trail that smears across his hand and runs down your thighs, while he licks the salty sweat from your face.
they keep driving into you in slow, heavy thrusts right through the peak of their climax, slicking their cocks in the overflowing pool of fluids.
the mess is inevitable: with every single throb of mingyu's thick length deep inside your pussy, a thick, white cream of juices and cum splatters outward, dripping straight onto his groin and soaking both of your legs, pattering softly onto the living room floor to mix with the blonde's cum already pooling there.
they keep you suspended in their arms for a few agonizing seconds longer, their bodies heavy, trembling, and completely spent. hot, ragged breaths fan against your neck and collarbone. nobody moves, as if everyone is terrified that a single twitch will shatter the heavy, electric trance of the room.
when minghao finally begins to slide out of your ass, his dick pulls back slowly, making a wet, obscene slelching sound. left without his cock to plug you, a warm puddle of his cum immediately gushes out all at once down your backside, sliming the kim's hand where it grips your thigh.
the blonde presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. "damn."
"you're absolutely drenched in cum, fuck!" mingyu murmurs, completely awestruck, breathless with adoration as his own dick slips free from your pussy with the exact same messy, overflowing sound.
mingyu sits you down gently on the sofa, your body still vibrating as he heads toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water. you whime softly, your pussy and ass still twitching and gaping, leaking warm semen all over the expensive upholstery.
minghao drops to his knees between your wide-open legs, staring in pure fascination at the mess of white cream coating you. he trails his fingers slowly through it, scooping up the excess and bringing it straight to his mouth without an ounce of shame, his eyes locked onto yours.
"gorgeous," he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss right to your swollen clit.
you whimper, your hips giving a tiny, involuntary twitch when his hot lips brush against your most sensitive spot. his tongue trails over you without rush, licking up the excess cum mixed with your own juices, tasting the absolute wreckage they left behind on your body without a single shred of embarrassment.
"h-hao," you moan, tangling your fingers into his bleached hair.
"you have no idea how pretty you look right now, soaked in us."
"i-it's getting on the couch, hao," you warn, still feeling a trace of shyness, your thighs trembling.
not that minghao gives a damn; what he wants more than anything is for this house to be thoroughly soaked in the scent of your shared depravity. but before you can answer, mingyu returns from the kitchen holding a glass of ice-cold water, freezing in the middle of the living room for two solid seconds as he takes in the scene: you sprawled across the sofa, naked, shivering, and thoroughly basted in cum, while minghao remains knelt between your legs as if worshiping at an altar.
"take a sip, princess... nice and slow," mingyu instructs, his voice shaking. he helps guide the glass to your lips, steadying your hand which is still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasms. "you're too gorgeous... i swear i could spend the rest of my life just looking at you like this."
as the ice-cold water slides down your throat, slightly raw from the loud, desperate cries you'd just screamed, a delicious shiver races down your spine, making your thighs twitch in involuntary spasms every single time minghao gently laps at a stray drop on your skin. mingyu laughs, using his large hands to hold you firmly in place, keeping you from instinctively closing your legs.
"let hao take care of you, love," he murmurs softly, bringing his face close to yours to seal your lips in a lingering, tender kiss way too affectionate for what they had just put you through. "i'll go run the bath, okay?"
and the moment mingyu steps away, minghao shifts all his attention back to your body, dragging his large hands up your still-trembling thighs. the blonde's gaze is impossibly soft, his tongue still working at a leisurely pace, licking every remaining drop of cum off your skin.
"h-hao... so sensitive," you whimper, burying your fingers deep into his bleached locks, trying half-heartedly to push or pull his head away, not even knowing what you want.
"i know, love," he breathes right over your swollen little nub, making you shiver head-to-toe before planting a loud, affectionate kiss right on top. "and you look so damn pretty."
he crawls up your body slowly across the couch cushions, taking exaggerated care not to put his full weight on you, smiling softly the moment his mouth finds yours in a slow, sweet kiss.
seconds later, the kim walks back in, a satisfied grin spreading across his face when he takes in the sight. "bath's ready, princess!" mingyu announces, his voice dropping into a deep, playful, and deeply inviting tone before his eyes flick down to minghao hovering over your body. "and for you too, you unbearable pain in the ass, now get off our woman."
"only likes me when i'm on top of you?" minghao teases.
"mhm, exactly."
and you can't help your eyes going wide at the sight before you: mingyu leaning down to plant a quick, casual kiss right on minghao's lips, laughing warmly at your stunned expression afterward. "yeah, that happens sometimes..."
"don't act like you didn't know," minghao whispers, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you straight toward the bathroom.
well, it's not like you'd never suspected it, but seeing it play out right in front of you without a single filter or warning leaves you slightly shell-shocked, not in a bad way, of course, just... different.
just like the entire rest of the night.
and at this point, you could only thank your ex for being a complete idiot, and of course, thank mingyu for lacking a filter when he's buzzed.
friend!jungkook x friend!mingyu x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni] #important warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex, humiliation(!!!), dirty talk, threesome, oral (m), slap, choke, tits spanking, mention of anal.
it was supposed to be just a movie night, and here you were, half-naked in front of jungkook and mingyu, your friends since high school.
you knew things were gonna go wrong when you started drinking wine and thinking about what it would be like to have sex with them both, but you didn't think it would actually happen.
maybe the alcohol is clouding your memory, but you wouldn't know exaclty how it all happened. you only remember jungkook's hand on your thigh, and when mingyu came back from the bathroom, you were already in jungkook's lap, kissing him in a savage way. you remember feeling mingyu touching your neck and asking permission to join you, and well...
"so fucking hot," mingyu says when you take off your jeans, leaving you in just your panties and bra in front of those two men. they seem to wanna devour you...
jungkook takes off his own shirt, making mingyu do the same and damn, they're incredibly hot...
"god, you have such a hungry whore look, it's almost pitiful," jungkook teases, and you even think about arguing back, but damn, maybe you really did look at them like a hungry whore...
"kneel," mingyu practically orders. and you obey, feeling a little ashamed of yourself for being so obedient, but the moment you notice the two of them unbuckling their belts, damn, it's all worth it... they're quick to pull down their pants and underwear, their fat cocks right in front of you, and the truth is: you drool.
"if you wanna be rewarded later, you'll have to do a good job now," mingyu says, grabbing your hair, and he's the one you take into your mouth first.
mingyu's is fat, but it fits perfectly in your mouth. the difficulty only begins when jungkook starts pushing your head down. you're a little disoriented by the brutal speed, but it feels good. you feel mingyu opening your throat and you gasp a few times. and when you finally get used to it, you feel your hair being pulled.
you think you're gonna breathe, but jungkook puts his cock in your mouth. it's thinner than mingyu's, but you still need to make an effort to keep it in your mouth. ...and that's when you gag. and Jungkook pulls away from you, giving you some air.
"can the whore suck both at once?" jungkook asks, "because if you can't handle it, you better give that pussy to someone else."
the male brotherhood...
you feel both of them bringing their dicks closer, you try to put both in your mouth, but clearly can't, watching a kind of fight between the two to get them down your throat. you massage both of their balls, and somehow feel excited by the insults being uttered.
"i hope your pussy is better than your mouth... imagine me having to tell everyone that you tried to fuck me and jungkook at the same time and couldn't handle it."
"our friend is so greedy, mingyu, she's a greedy bitch."
jungkook grabs your hair and throws you onto the bed. mingyu takes off your bra and he takes off your panties. god, they looked like two perverts.
"you call me a greedy slut but you're staring at me like two virgins."
"shut up!" mingyu slaps your face, his heavy hand leaving a red mark and your pussy even wetter.
mingyu kisses your mouth violently, hungrily, with desire, seeming to wanna devour you whole. he mercilessly squeezes the hard nipple of your breast while his tongue savors you, and then you feel two of jungkook's fingers inside your cunt. without any difficulty, his fingers go deep.
"damn, of course this slut is gonna be wet, hot!" he slaps your clit, making you let out a little cry of pleasure. "better this way, i won't have to waste so much time opening you up for me... but damn, i need to suck you."
jungkook doesn't waste any time, his mouth devours you while mingyu continues to have fun with your breasts... biting, sucking, squeezing, you're a mess of moans.
"delicious," jungkook moans while sucking you. "i'm gonna open it with my cock. i want you moaning like a bitch in heat."
your legs start to tremble, and that's when you end up closing them on jungkook's head, but before he can react, mingyu slaps your face again.
"don't disappoint me, slut, don't be useless. i'm gonna start thinking you won't be able to handle being destroyed by both of us."
"i-i can handle it," you moan, somewhat disoriented. it's too much, damn. those two hot men desiring you, using you and jungkook's big cock openi—
"fuuuuuuuuuuck," you moan as you feel jungkook entering you. he thrusts in all at once, the ease with which his cock goes in and out on the first try is almost pathetic.
"who would have thought my friend is a first-class whore." jungkook thrusts brutally, making the sound of his balls echo throughout the room.
you moan incoherently, feeling mingyu still playing with your tits, the thin line between pain and pleasure with each squeeze he gives your nipple, each slap he gives your chest, leaving it red.
"whore." he squeezes your nipple hard and you whimper. "slut." another squeeze. "bitch." a little harder. "desperate for cock."
you just moan, no longer knowing if it's the situation, or the fact that your two friends are humiliating you, fuck, everything is so intense.
and then Mingyu puts his cock in your mouth.
maybe it's too much, jungkook thrusting forcefully, while mingyu's fat cock is in your mouth preventing you from moaning, but you don't wanna stop, ever, you want them both to keep using you, destroying you.
"swallowing my cock so well... you seem born for this," mingyu says, holding your hair. "i've wanted to use that filthy mouth for so long," he admits, while you gasp on his cock. "that's it, bitch, choke on my cock."
"pretty little pussy, all open for me. all wet. i'll have to fuck you more times, i didn't know it was so easy." jungkook thrusts even more brutally. "i'm gonna fill you with cum," he announces.
you don't answer, mingyu's cock not even letting you breathe properly.
"get on doggy style, like the bitch you are!" jungkook order, but he moves you himself, making you get on all fours for him, while Mingyu sits in front of you. jungkook pushes your face against mingyu's cock. "useful bitches always end up like this!"
and he thrusts, the thrusts seeming even stronger than before. you hold onto mingyu's thighs, staring at his face as you try to suck his thick cock, but you can't, not anymore.
mingyu looks at you, and you don't want to disappoint your friend, so you start masturbating him while jungkook thrusts harder and harder. mingyu just stares at you and utters a word that wounds your pride.
"useless whore."
and after that, you hear Jungkook yelling, "i'm gonna fill that pussy," and that's what he does next. your legs tremble.
jungkook's hot liquid leaks down your legs, and you mentally thank god you haven't come yet, because you don't know if you'll be able to cum more than once. and you don't want to disappoint either of them.
mingyu sets you down beside the bed, and you realize he's completely insane when he enters you while you're still standing. jungkook's cum serves as lubricant for him to keep thrusting.
"you're all disgusting, all sticky with cum, and you still want more?"
"she's gonna become our cumdump," jungkook jokes.
and you just mentally wish it were true.
you grab jungkook's shoulder while he laughs and watches his friend destroy you. mingyu pulls your hair, his free hand on your waist, and jungkook starts squeezing your nipples.
"she's so sensitive, like a little bitch in heat," jungkook laughs. "what's wrong, bimbo? can't you think? did you take so much cock that you're dumb now?" he sees you moaning with your mouth open.
your moans haven't made sense; you're a mess of pleasure you never thought you were capable of feeling. mingyu pulls your waist even harder, making his hips slam against yours, and you almost roar with pleasure.
jungkook grabs your chin and takes advantage of your open mouth to spit there. "swallow." and you obey.
and without any warning, without even realizing it, you come... your leg trembling, the liquid running down your legs.
they both stare at you, mingyu slows down the pace, and jungkook stares into your eyes, searching for any sign of pain, but you're completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
"that's what i thought..."
mingyu pushes you up, and your legs wrap around jungkook's waist. you're so sensitive that you just cling to his neck while mingyu continues fucking you.
it's painful as it is pleasurable; your leg around jungkook's waist prevents you from closing your legs, and you still feel your body rubbing against his hard cock, and that's one of the most painfully pleasurable things you've ever experienced in your life.
"next time..." jungkook whispers in your ear. "while he's using your pussy, i'll use your asshole, bitch. but for now, i'll play with your tits," and he squeezes your nipples.
"im gonna fill that pussy with cum! i'll leave you dirty, leaking the cum of two guys. so you can feel what a slut you are."
you feel like you're gonna faint, mingyu thrusting hard while jungkook squeezes your nipples and kisses you. you want this to last a lifetime. you need these two to fuck you every day.
"fuuuuck, so good" is the only coherent thing you can moan.
"of course the slut is enjoying it... two men cumming in your pussy... that's what you were made for..." mingyu spits the words against your ear, nibbling it.
"our new playground, we're gonna cum in that little pussy every day now. our personal bitch."
amen. fuck, amen.
and mingyu cums inside you. the sensation making you have your second orgasm of the night. you tremble in a way you've never experienced before, your body seems unable to react to the wave of pleasure, you cry while your whole body shakes.
"hey, hey, calm down, breathe," jungkook is the calmest one in the situation, noticing that mingyu doesn't quite know how he's standing. so he holds you gently and lays you down on the bed.
it takes a few minutes for you to catch your breath. jungkook brings you a glass of water and you share it with mingyu.
"are you two okay?" jungkook asks, and you both nod. "god, i thought you two would have a seizure," he laughs.
"not everyone is used to orgies like you," mingyu teases. oh, yeah, the fucking friendship is still there.
"orgy? no! this was just a simple thing... anyway, it's good that you're okay, little girl," jungkook turns to you, "i wasn't kidding when i said that pussy is gonna be our playground now."
"and... and our friendship?" you ask.
"well, i'd rather sleep with a friend than an enemy" jungkook jokes.
