Mingi lay with his head on your lap, too busy admiring the plushness of your thighs under his head rather than the random show that was on the TV.
Mingi turned his body towards yours with a huff, burying his face in your stomach as he clung to your hips. You just huffed out a laugh, carding your hand through his hair while enjoying the quiet time with your husband. “Mmmh,” He mumbled something against your stomach, making you push his head away from you. You looked at him quizically. “You’re so soft,” He repeated, pushing your shirt over your chest. “So sweet, all for me.” Mingi pressed lazy kisses to your skin.
He paused when he saw your bare tits, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. You barely had a chance to reprimand him before he latched onto you. He was getting harder by the second, his hips bucking uselessly into the air. You let out a soft moan, cradling his head as he suckled your tits like you’d start lactating right then and there.
Your hand pushed into his sweats, tugging them down enough to free his cock. You spit into your hand as you palmed his cock, letting more precum bead at his tip. You used the mix of cum and spit to stroke him, squeezing his cock just right.
Mingi whimpered as you squeezed your fingers around his tip, your thumb dipping into his slit. His suckles on your nipples got harsher and messier as your hand sped up. “God, look at you. Making a mess all over me, pretty boy.” You cooed softly, still petting his hair. He used his free hand to grope and squeeze your other breast, pinching and tugging at your nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
“C’mon then, make a mess for me, baby.” Mingi’s hips fucked up into your hand, his cum making a mess of your hand. He whimpered against your skin as you stroked him through his high, his hips jerking as the overstimulation started to kick in.
He tried to pull away, but you merely held his head to your chest again. He peeked up at you with poorly contained lust. “Give me another one. Just one more, for me, baby.” Your hand is still working on him, his tip flushed and leaking like a faucet.
“Such a good boy for me, now make another pretty mess for me.”
bubbly, i humbly request 🤲🏼 the yeosang idea i pitched you
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cw. nsfw, afab!reader, mean dom yeoang, overstimulation, exhibitionsim, voyeurism, wooyoung being wooyoung, praise kink, spanking, light degradation *not proofread, just pure horny*
Yeosang’s head tilted back against the cushions, jaw clenched, dark eyes watching every move you made. His fingers dug in harder when you rolled your hips just right, and you could feel the way he was trying—barely—to hold it together.
Then came the sound of the front door unlocking.
You froze—but only for a second.
Yeosang's grip stilled.
And you?
You smirked.
“Guess we’ve got an audience,” you whispered, breathless as you flipped your position—knees on either side of him, facing the entryway now.
Just in time.
The front door opened, and in came the rest of the members, talking, laughing, only to freeze mid-step at the sight of you.
Jongho dropped his water bottle. Seonghwa choked on his gum. San stared like he was in a trance. And Wooyoung?
Wooyoung’s jaw dropped—and then curved into a slow, impressed grin. Yeosang growled low under his breath, his hands tightening on your hips. “Oh no,” you said innocently, lifting your voice just enough. “Don’t stop now, baby. They’re watching.” He hissed something under his breath—something feral—but you only rocked your hips again, slower this time. Teasing.
“God, if I didn’t know better,” you purred, “I’d think you liked the attention.” You dragged your nails lightly down Yeosang’s chest, then let your gaze drift toward the others. “Wooyoung’s definitely watching the hardest,” you said, pouting dramatically. “You jealous, Yeo?”
Yeosang’s response was to dig his fingers into your thighs and thrust up so hard it pulled a genuine moan from your throat.
Still, you pushed.
“Mmm… maybe I should say his name instead.” You tipped your head back and moaned out, “Wooyoung…”
The reaction was instant.
Yeosang’s hands snapped to your lower back, slamming you down again, rougher, faster. His breath was ragged now, his control fraying at the edges.
“Say it again,” he growled in your ear. “Go on.”
But Wooyoung, of course, couldn’t help himself. He stepped forward slightly, licking his lips.
“Damn,” he said, tone playful. “You sound so pretty when you moan for me. Doesn’t she, Yeo?” Yeosang’s jaw tensed. You gasped. You bit your lip and looked over your shoulder, catching Wooyoung’s hungry stare. “Bet you like seeing him get all possessive like this,” Wooyoung added, eyes gleaming. “All that pretty control just slipping.”
Yeosang let out a low, frustrated groan, nails biting into your skin now.“You’re both filthy,” he spat—but his voice was shaky, strained, wrecked. And god, that only made you smile wider. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear.
“You started this,” you whispered. “Now finish it.”
“Aww, look at you honey~ spreading yourself open for me like my good girl.” His tone is sickenly condescending, swirling around your head like the sweetest song.
Your nails dig into the backs of your thighs as you attempt to hold yourself open for your boyfriend. Hongjoong pushes one of your legs back while his other holds his phone above where you're connected. He makes sure to focus on the obscenity that is how wet your pussy as well as the creamy rings that are forming about the base of his swollen cock.
His eyes are sharp as he slows down immensely, shushing your pitiful whine. He gently rolled his hips, capturing the way your cunt wraps around him and clings to him. He pulls out completely, slowly feeding his cock into your sore pussy. You let out hiccupped breaths, your pussy sucking him in greedily.
Hongjoong chuckled and cooed at the way you held yourself even tighter. He moves his hand from your thigh to your twitching clit, rubbing it in quick circles as he picks up his pace again. “Such a greedy pussy, sucking me in like you don't want me to pull out.” Your moans came out staggered like he was pushing the air out of your lungs with each deep thrust.
“C'mon, pretty girl, make a mess on my cock again and I'll fill you up, nice and full like you deserve.” Your heart is drumming in your ears as you tense, unraveling on his cock as he buried himself as deep as your body would allow. Hongjoong grunted as you writhed under him, groaning low in his throat as your pussy gushed and pulsed around his aching cock.
His grip on his phone was getting more shaky by the second, his hips turning unrelenting as he chased his high. He came with a low moan, pushing himself into the hilt as he let his orgasm ebb away. Hongjoong toyed with your clit to help you ride out your high as he slowly pulled out. He nearly spasmed as he watched his come leak out of your used hole. He let his fingers push back in what fell out, making your hiss in overstimulation. He spread his fingers wide, getting a clear shot of your sore pussy; swollen and full of your boyfriend's cum, just like you deserved.
The dinner with your family was a success, a major one as Yeosang could barely keep his hands off your thigh. His restraint wore thin as you watched you with dazed eyes. You had caught his gaze multiple times but each time his eyes grew darker.
You had gone to the bathroom to freshen up, nearly jumping out of your skin when Yeosang weaseled his way in. His hands found your hips immediately, his nails digging into the fabric of your dress. He pressed himself against your back, his head falling onto your shoulder.
His lips were gentle as he kissed up your neck, his hands pushing your dress over your hips. You tried to turn around but Yeosang was quick to press you into the counter. "Nuh uh, I want you to watch yourself, honey." Your face flushed as Yeosang didn't bother to pull your panties off, merely tugging them to the side as he rubbed his thumb over your leaking cunt. An unexpected moan let your lips as he pressed slow and torturous circles against your clit.
"Now now, you don't want your parents hearing us do you?" His voice came out like silk ribbons, tying themselves around you as he bent you over the bathroom counter. Just as you pursed your lips, Yeosang was quick to press his fingers to your twitching hole. The stretch was pleasurable, a burn that seared your nerves.
His pace turned brutal fast, a constant pressure on your sweet spot as he fingered you open. He all but pinned you to the counter, letting his fingers hit any and every pleasure point in your body. Yeosang wrapped himself around you, an arm around your waist as you pushed forward against his hands.
"Easy now honey, not too loud." His voice is now a hushed whisper as he split your pussy on his fingers. He pressed his palm flat against you, digging the heel of his palm into your swollen clit. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you tried to minimize the whorish moans threatening to leave your body. You peered at him through wet eyelashes, whining against your hands as he all but smiled as if he wasn't ruining your pussy with just his fingers.
He could feel you clench around his fingers, the distant look in your eyes gave away how close you were. Just as you were to topple over the edge, Yeosang pulled away and a knock was heard on the door followed by your motjers voice. "We'll be out in a minute." He was quick to drive away your mom, laughing to himself at your helpless expression.
He made sure you met his eyes as he brought his fingers up to his lips. Yeosang was beaming as he sucked his own fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you with intent. He was quick to fix your appearance with a clean hand, unlocking the door and pushing you ahead. He washed his hands with a smug expression, coming out of the bathroom with nothing but satisfaction written on his face.
He met your eyes again, sending you a quick wink as he went to talk with your family again.
