synopsis ; when your hormones go crazy you take any chance you could get to tempt hongjoong, but when you finally make him snap he's not stopping until you're stuffed full.
pairing(s) ; bf!hongjoong x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 1.1k
☆ ── genre ; smut
☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, unprotected sex, mean dom!hongjoong x sub!reader, petnames (princess, babygirl, sweetheart...), BREEDINGGG, overstimulation, degradation, like on spank, implications multiple orgasms, reader is needy asf, squirting, rough sex, creampie, manhandling, lmk if I missed anything!!
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You weren't sure what was going on with you here lately, but seeing your boyfriend doing absolutely anything was driving you up a wall. It couldn't be your ovulation, you had just gotten off your period, so you just chalked it up to it being your hormones going crazy. Whatever it was, it had you wanting to jump Hongjoong's bones any chance you got.
Even now, while you were sitting across from him at the dining table, with your friends eating dinner. You wanted nothing more than to have him bend you over the table and fucking you into oblivion. It was all too much; the overwhelming fire burning in your belly had you wanting to cry in desperation.
"Y/n, are you okay?" The sound of Seonghwa's voice pulled you from your thoughts, head twisting to look at the dark-haired male.
"Hmm, oh, I'm okay, just thinking." You hummed, averting your attention elsewhere as your cheeks heated up, realizing you had been caught fantasizing. However, that heat only grew when you caught your ginger-haired boyfriend's eye, his eyebrow cocked in a questioning manner.
"What's got your mind so occupied?" Wooyoung was the next to ask, watching as you grabbed your cup and brought it to your lips. You took a long drink before finally pulling the cup away and setting it back down.
"Just a project at work." You lied through your teeth, and Hongjoong knew that because you had finished the preparation for that project just the other day.
Then the conversation continues without a hitch, but you were starting to get antsy, wanting your boyfriend's attention. Your socked foot brushed against his calf, letting it trail up to his thigh before he caught your ankle in his hand. A small, innocent smile tugged on your lips as you met his dark eyes, clearly giving you a warning.
You continued teasing him all throughout dinner, and Hongjoong tried to tolerate your nonsense, but he was damn near his breaking point.
Then finally, finally, Seonghwa and Wooyoung left the house, bidding the two of you a good night. And as soon as that front door latched, Hongjoong's hand was wrapped snugly around your throat, causing you to gasp. He tugs you closer to him, fingertip pressing into your skin and limiting your oxygen supply as his nose brushes yours.
"You know, you've been acting like a fucking bitch in heat these past few days," He growled, obviously fed up with your incessant antics the past week, his teeth flashing as his upper lip pulled back into a snarl. You whimpered, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as your thighs squeezed together, "since you wanna be fucked so bad, you're gonna take it, and I better not hear you begging me to slow down or stop."
"Y-Yes, sir." You choked out, lust-filled eyes flickering up to meet Hongjoong's as a dark haze fell over them.
—
"Don't stop now, princess, you're the one who wanted this cock," Hongjoong growled, delivering a sharp smack to the already red skin of your ass, pulling a pathetic squeak from your saliva-slick lips. Your thighs were starting to burn as you fucked yourself on your boyfriend's aching cock. He's already fucked his cum deep into your womb two times before now, and he was still as hard as a rock.
"J-Joong, I can't…" You breathed out as the smooth head of his cock brushed over your sweet spot, making your mind go blank.
Hongjoong clicked his tongue before he was sitting up, hands gripping the fat of your ass, pulling your hips flush against his, "can't even follow simple instructions, are you really that desperate, babygirl?"
"Joongie!" You nearly screamed when he began thrusting his hips up into yours, his cock abusing your sweet spot and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your jaw fell slack. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and you felt like you were going to tear at the seams. "'S too much, Joongie, please."
"Yeah, right," Hongjoong growled, pistoning his cock deep into your walls, and the loud squelching sounds that came from where you were joined were deafening. The mixture of your and his cum trickled down the inside of your thighs before smearing onto ginger-haired males with every thrust.
"F-Fuck!" You moaned out, eyes rolling back as you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach beginning to form. You felt like a mess, and you were sure that you looked even more like one, but that was the least of your concerns when you felt Hongjoong's cock twitch in your walls.
"Gonna fuck my babies into you, how bout that? You'd love it, wouldn't you, princess, hmm?" Hongjoong sneered against the skin of your neck as he bit and sucked marks into the sensitive skin, and your walls clenched around him, giving him all the answer he needed despite your needy whining. "Give you what your slutty little pussy has been asking for."
"W-Wait, Joong—" You choked back a moan when you started to feel a weird pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode at any moment. However, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and Hongjoong continued to bully his length into your gummy walls.
Then you were cumming, body slumping onto his with a broken cry, your release gushing out in waves, drenching Hongjoong's cock and the couch cushions underneath his hips. The ginger-haired male bit back a groan as you clenched down around him like a vice, milking his cock for all it was worth as he came.
"J-Joongie…" You whined into his neck as he continued to roll your hips against his, prolonging both of your orgasms. Tears that had been sitting in the corner of your eyes broke free and streamed down your flushed cheeks.
Finally, he let up on your hips, letting you rest against him, and your body melted against his, thinking that he was finally done. But you were rudely torn away from that hope when he was pulling you from his lap, a gasp caught in your throat. The world turned violently around you as he moved you to the side of the couch, bending you over the arm.
"Oh, you didn't think I was done with you yet, did you, princess?" He asked condescendingly, moving the tip of his hard cock through your fold, using it to collect his cum that had seeped out and pushing it back into your walls. He continued to tease you, relishing in the way you whined and begged, body trembling under his. Then he was pushing in with a sharp, powerful thrust, causing you to cry out, "I'm not stopping until you're properly bred, sweetheart."
disclaimer: 18+ Below the cut. Minors DNI. Smut/NSFW content... Enjoy my lil freaks ;)
word count: 1k
pairing: idol!mingi x pregnant!wife!fem reader
warnings: dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my lovelies), creampie, reader calls Mingi Appa, Mingi calls reader Mama
A/N: just a short drabble of your loving husband taking care of his wife's needs. hope you like, been dying to write something for Mingi! he's my ultimate bias.... the things i would let that man do to me... anyway, enjoy!!
Your darling husband just loved to dote on you, even more so now that you're carrying his child. When he's not doting or worrying about your every need, he's worry about his own. Seeing your swollen belly, growing with your child has unlocked the feral side of your husband.
Not that you're much better... These days, just the smell of your husband has you crawling on top of him in an instant.
Which is how you've found yourself, pliant beneath him as he has you folded into a mating press. Fucking into you like he was trying to put another baby in you, if that were even possible.
"Fuck, jagiya, wanna - just wanna stay buried inside you," he chokes out, head buried in the curve of your neck. Moans are falling from both of your lips, creating a chorus of desire.
Your hands are roving up and down his back, leaving angry red marks littered all over. "Min, please," you're begging your husband, whimpers leaving your throat. Legs locking around his shoulders, trying to pull him in a deep as possible.
You're surrounded by the smell and feel of him, but it's never enough lately. Constantly craving more and more of your husband, and he would give it to you. Anything you want and MIngi would give it to you.
"What, baby, use your words," he's encouraging you, as he pulls out and slams back home. A deep groan leaving him as your pussy clenches him tight, trying to hold him there.
"More, please," is all you can manage, hoping your husband can understand you. Your eyes are pleading, lips pouting and brows furrowed.
He's quickly pulling out of you and flipping you over onto your stomach, causing a long whine to flow from your lips. Mingi props you onto your knees before thrusting back in, hitting deeper from this angle. A drawn out moan leaves both you and Mingi in unison.
"This what you want, mama," he teases, slowing his thrusts but still slamming home with the same power.
You're reaching back to hold onto him, fingers lacing together. Mingi leans over you until his chest is pressed against your back. "Just like that, Mingi," your preening when he reaches your sweet spot.
The only sounds in the room are the obscene squelch coming from between your thighs, the smack of his hips meeting yours, and the litany of moans leaving you.
"Fuck, jagiya, gonna keep you just like this. Put another baby in you, over and over to keep you full of me, needy for it," he rambles, groans slipping out, "Feel so good, my perfect little wife, so warm and wet, pretty pussy."
The hand that isn't gripping yours, reaching around to find purchase on your growing bump, and his hips are stuttering. You know he's close, and so are you. You've lost count of how many orgasms there've been between you, and you don't care anymore. Lost in the pleasure that only your husband can give.
"Oh god, Appa, gonna cum, please, need it," your pleading with your husband. He reaches his hand up to pinch and pull at your right nipple, and it tips you over the edge. Pussy clamping down around him, thighs shaking, back arching your ass further into him, as a roar rips from your throat.
"Yes, hmmmm," Mingi is growling as you pull him over the edge with you, hips stuttering before sinking home and resting there. Seated deep inside, he rolls to the side to keep you spooned against him.
"Did so good baby, how do you feel?" he checks in with you, rubbing his hand over your bump in circles. You place your hand atop his, eyes fluttering closed.
"Feel good," you assure him, sleep seeping into your voice.
He buries his face into your neck, placing a kiss there. "Sleep, jagiya, growing our daughter is hard work," he whispers, pulling the covers over your bodies.
pairings: bf!Jongho x fem!reader, slight bf!Jongho x fem!reader x bsf!Yeosang
⭑은서: this is dedicated to the one and only beautiful @strhwa, hopefully it brings a smile to ur face n i'm really happy that we're friends. happiest bday macie, ily<3
also, i got back to my old layout for the sake of this series D:
series masterlist
bf!Jongho who - usually only uses one nickname with you, and it is not a generalised one everyone uses. it's special to both of you, has a story - probably originating from when you met.
bf!Jongho who - isn't afraid to give you his honest opinion. it gave you a few heated arguments in the early days when you first told him about the tension with your coworkers, and he told you that the other person wasn't the only one in the wrong - but you learned to appreciate it, because not many would do this.
bf!Jongho who - loves sending you snippets of his studio works. He is in there hooting and hollering overtime just so he has extra clips he can send you and bring a smile to your face.
bf!Jongho who - loves to surprise you with cooking for you on his free days. He usually never even tells you when he is free, for just one day, so he can see that gentle, loving shock on your face when you see him in the kitchen. long sleeves roll up on his forearms, glasses sliding down his nose.
bf!Jongho who - is a big cuddler. he would never admit it, but he loves being cuddled by you. especially when you cling to him koala style while watching a movie. but there was that certain week you had to leave town because of work, and suddenly your old plushie is out. right behind him in bed when he facetimes you at night. "baby, is that my bear behind you?" you asked, and he flushed from collarbones to the top of his head, stumbling over his words.
bf!Jongho who - lets you choose his outfits, because he knows you would never put him in an uncomfortable situation. he puts all of his trust in you and other than that, he loves the expressions you give while he does a twirl, because you know these jeans don't really fit with that particular belt.
bf!Jongho who - will never be one of those guys who hurry their girlfriends. he always sits calmly in that self-designated armchair beside your vanity and watches as you get ready with adoration written all over his face. when he is feeling curious, he might ask, "what does that do?" or "what is that for?" but he never asks stuff because he wants to fill the silence, but because he is genuinely intrigued.
bf!Jongho who - doesn't call or text, he just magically appears. did he finish earlier at recording that day? he sits in his car already on his way to pick you up, sometimes runs into the store before to have something for you to drink or snack on on the way home.
bf!Jongho who - is the boyfriend who always has his hand on your lower back. he is not fond of public display of affection, but a protective yet possessive hand on your lower back is always an exception.
bf!Jongho who - has to have a hand on you while sleeping too - but it's beyond the cute way. while awake, his hand always finds its way to your lower back - unconsciously, it doesn't exactly work like that. there have been nights when you woke up with his hand on your forehead, as if he was checking your body temperature, but when he is really out of it - exhausted from practice beyond repair - his hand slides down to your mouth and nose, making your simple task of breathing a little harder…
bf!Jongho who - silently admires you. when you're out with friends - whether it's with his band members or your friends - he is drinking every little reaction or word they get out of you. he has heart eyes, which his band members hardly tease him for (he wouldn't have it any other way).
bf!Jongho who - buys you random objects as souvenirs from every trip abroad. they might be a little bit all over the place, starting from books to weirdly shaped candles and even kettles, but he only buys them because he knows it will make you laugh. (man's ultimate goal is to have you as a giggly mess tbh.)
bf!Jongho who - is so good with kids it hurts. at every family gathering, you have to suffer through watching your boyfriend interact with his nieces. sometimes, when his hair is overgrown, they braid it - he likes whining about how much it hurts, but you see the way his eyes glint. he always holds your hand a little bit tighter on the way home.
bf!Jongho who - is the typical guy that, reverses with one hand on the wheel, the other on the back of your seat. he is perfectly aware of the effect it has on you - hence that smug smile on his lips
bf!Jongho who - loves when you give him stuff to open. especially those tightly closed pickle jars - that he might or might not have closed a little extra tight the last time he opened it, so you would come to him, with that little defeated pout on your lips.
bf!Jongho whose - favourite dates are the ones spent in cuddling, watching movies, and cooking together. especially the part when you forget about the movie and just get lost in each other's tangled breaths and tongues.
bf!Jongho who - just loves kissing you. he will be french kissing you for at least a solid half a minute, even if he is late to the schedule, or has the whole team watching - he doesn't care. he just needs to feel your plush lips on his, stealing the last breaths from his lungs before he performs.
bf!Jongho who - makes sure you always have a mark on you. he is considerate about the placement, but is usually more bold in cold weather because you can hide it better. may it be one hand print from how he held you, or a hickey, maybe even a bite mark.
bf!Jongho whose - hands always find their way to your waist whenever you're bent over furniture. may it be because of cleaning, searching for something, it doesn't matter. it's comical, actually. he always just appears behind you, hands already on you as his mouth kisses it's way up on your spine with low, gravelly words escaping from his mouth, until he gets you pliant and soft.
bf!Jongho who - showers you with praise in bed, "that's my girl." or "you're doing so good, baby." he is a talker, that's for sure.
bf!Jongho who - is also a little... mean. you didn't do as he asked? he isn't scared to put you in your place or even punish you. he loves bending you over his knees and seeing those red hand marks bloom on your buttocks. but even his strict side has a limit, so he always lulls you with praises, "just three more, love," with an occasional, "you're doing so well."
bf!Jongho who - is possessive by nature, can't help but feel the absence of that feeling when Yeosang is around. he loves watching over the two of you talk with wine glasses in hand as he busies himself in the kitchen. the thoughts aren't as innocent as they seem
bf!Jongho who - had to excuse himself out of the living room when certain thoughts got too lewd for guests. he would love to watch that soft hand Yeosang places on your knees when he agrees to something, slide a little higher. leave marks on your skin. put on a show with you, for him.
summary: san, a cocky boxer with a notorious temper, meets his match in his resilient physiotherapist who refuses to quit despite his antics. he does a good job keeping you at a distance, but during a playful bout, unintentional feelings surface and cause things to get a little physical.
pairing: boxer!choi san x physiotherapist f!reader
genre: boxing!au, pwp, tension, smut
words: 4.2k words
warnings: explicit & messy & unprotected sex, mean!san, cocky dom!san, big cock!san, sub!reader, size kink, pinning/restraining, teasing, clothed grinding, biting, praise, marking, fingering, clit play, orgasm control, edging, handjob, penetrative sex, choking, tears, creampie, almost public sex (?) and voyeurism themes — they’re in a public room with the door unlocked, interruptions.
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“you’re not allowed to quit.”
the words came sharp and sudden, slicing through the air with the same precision san delivered in the ring. you froze mid-stretch, hands stilling over his sore leg. slowly, you turned to meet his gaze, confused by the uncharacteristic weight in his tone.
“…okay,” you replied cautiously, trying to gauge his mood.
san’s brow furrowed deeper, and the irritation etched across his face didn’t waver. “coach kim told me you were planning to leave,” he pressed, voice edged with something almost accusatory.
you blinked, letting his words settle. with how insistent and demanding san was, it wouldn’t have surprised you if that rumor had sprouted legs and started running. after all, you weren’t the first physiotherapist to step into this circus — and judging by the quick turnover before you, most had found the door far more inviting than the job.
but you stayed.
why? it wasn’t some deep-seated need to prove yourself or a traumatic past molding you into a masochist. no, it was simpler than that: the paycheck was solid, and once you learned to see past san’s gruff exterior and insufferable tendencies, he was just… tolerable. like dealing with an overgrown five-year-old throwing tantrums in the body of a professional fighter.
“well, coach is wrong,” you said, shrugging as you resumed your careful movements on his leg. your voice was calm, steady, not betraying the flicker of amusement rising in you at his sudden concern.
but san wasn’t convinced. his dark eyes narrowed as if searching your face for a crack, a lie, a tell.
“he said you’re thinking about it,” he countered, his scowl deepening. “you can’t leave. i need you.”
it wasn’t romantic — far from it. his words came out firm, almost commanding, the way you’d expect from someone used to giving orders. someone used to winning.
still, something about this moment felt different. the commanding façade faltered ever so slightly, and there was a flicker of something raw in his voice. vulnerability, maybe? you weren’t sure. but it was there, buried under the frustration, and you couldn’t ignore it.
what was his deal? what was it about the idea of you leaving that got under his skin?
you paused again, letting your hands rest gently on his leg as you glanced up. his expression hadn’t softened, but you could see the edges weren’t as sharp. your lips twitched, a small smile creeping in despite yourself.
“are you sure coach kim wasn’t just teasing you?” you asked, your tone light as you tried to ease the tension. “you know, considering your, er, personality? because honestly, i haven’t thought about leaving.” even though it’s the saner option, you thought, but didn’t say it out loud.
san huffed, leaning back against the mat, his lips pressed into a thin line. he looked at you for a long moment, his jaw clenching before he finally spoke. “are you calling me a problem?” his voice was low, sharp, and cold enough to send a chill down your spine.
your breath hitched as his piercing gaze locked onto you, unrelenting and unreadable. his tone alone made your stomach twist, but it was the way his leg pulled away from your hands that had you stiffening. the dismissal in his actions was clear — he didn’t want you there.
“i…” you faltered, feeling the weight of his words press against you. “of course not, san. you’re not the problem.”
your voice was soft, careful, an attempt to diffuse the tension. but his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched, signaling that your words did little to soothe his frustration.
“then leave,” he snapped, turning his head to the side, arms crossing over his chest like a fortress. “i don’t need you.”
his dismissal stung more than you’d like to admit, but you swallowed the lump forming in your throat. “i’m not going anywhere,” you replied, your tone hushed but steady, a small smile twitching on your lips. “i enjoy working with you too much.”
he scoffed, his lips curling into a mean sneer. “don’t bother lying, princess, you’re terrible at it.”
his words were biting, but the way he leaned slightly closer didn’t go unnoticed. he was testing you, waiting for you to crack under the weight of his intimidation.
“i’m not lying, i wasn’t lying.” you whispered, shaking your head. “just teasing…”
“well, stop it,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave. the air around you grew heavier as he glared at you. “it’s annoying. i don’t like it.”
“i know,” you murmured, your voice almost playful as you reached out, lightly brushing your fingers against his arm. “but that’s exactly why i do it. you’re kind of… cute when you’re like this.”
his eye twitched at your words, and the next thing you knew, he moved. with one swift motion, he shoved you back against the couch, his body towering over yours. his knee pressed into the cushion beside your hip, locking you in place, while his other hand braced against the armrest, boxing you in completely.
the weight of his presence stole the air from your lungs as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. the glint in his eyes was sharp, teasing yet dangerous, and his lips curled into a sneer that sent a shiver down your spine.
“cute?” he repeated, his tone mocking as he pinned your wrists above your head. his grip was firm but not enough to hurt, though the dominance in his posture had your heart pounding.
you stared up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, your cheeks heating under his intense scrutiny. “san…” you started, but your voice faltered.
he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. “do you think you’re immune to being kicked to the curb just because you’ve been here the longest?” he murmured, his voice low and laced with warning.
your lips parted, a soft laugh escaping despite the way your body trembled under his. every part of you that he touched sent sparks flying through your veins, down your spine and between your legs. “you’d never. i’m your favorite,” you whispered, trying to mask your flustered state with a teasing edge, your words holding truth.
his expression hardened, but he didn’t pull away. instead, his grip on your wrists tightened slightly, his eyes boring into yours. “you wish,” he scoffed, though the slight hitch in his breath betrayed him. that and the subtle twitch of his cock in his shorts that you definitely felt from how you froze.
you weren’t sure whether to feel thrilled or terrified, but one thing was certain: you were treading dangerous waters, and san didn’t look like he was about to let you off easy.
“...this is a very risky, er, position,” you choked out softly, voice slightly strained. your gaze flickered between his narrowed brown eyes, to the door of the break room that you both were in, it’s door unlocked. your thighs rubbed together almost unknowingly and you resisted the urge to squirm. you were trapped.
“mhm.” san hummed dismissively, his gaze not leaving you. every twitch in your expression was noticed by him, especially the growing warmth on your cheeks and ears, that made him smirk. “and?”
“and coach could walk in...” you cleared your throat, mind fogging and something in the pit of your stomach clenching. you couldn’t imagine the look on the old man’s face if he walked in and saw you under the star fighter you were supposed to be healing. “it would be embarrassing.”
san chuckled, and your gaze snapped to his. it was mocking and you shivered — from fear or arousal, you didn’t know. “why? we aren’t doing anything... yet.”
“yet?” your heartbeat was wild, throbbing in your ears. you were sure san could hear it. if he was being so mean, he definitely could and was taking advantage of how meek you were. he knew you could never say no to him, not that you wanted to. “what do you — mmpf!”
the next thing you knew, you felt a tongue slipping past your lips, swirling inside your mouth. your breath was stolen from you, and with his free hand, san grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them to the couch, using his body to keep you in place.
it was a sloppy and dominating kiss. he explored and claimed every part of your mouth without pulling away. his body pressed against yours, and the kiss slowly grew more heated. his hand wandered down your sides, squeezing them softly for a moment before he pulled away from your lips, breaths mingled.
san studied your expression, eyes still narrowed in a cold glare. he smirked at how out of breath and dazed you looked, and pushed his knee between your thighs to part your legs. you were practically shaking and san didn’t even do anything yet.
“stupid.” he mutters out, tone rough and husky. leaning down to your neck, san began sucking on the sweet spot under your jaw that made you squeak.
his body pressed against you, almost uncomfortably, and you were practically trapped underneath him. your wrists were still pinned down, and you were hyperaware of every ridge and pane of his body on top of your curves. his broad chest, beefy arms, strong thighs and hard cock were suffocating you, and there was nothing you could do about it.
“you’re so stupid and cute, i could eat you right now.” he rasped, lifting his head to look down at you. his face was inches from your own. san looked obsessed.
you shivered at the unusual glint in his piercing glare, his smirk almost evil and you flushed. “eat me?”
“every last bit.” his voice was rough. a stark contrast to his actions. his hands would rub up and down your sides gently, his face still close.
a low and sensual growl spilled from between his lips as he kissed you again, lips rougher. he brought one of his hands up to thread into the hair at the base of your neck, tilting your head so he could have more access to your lips. his arm wrapped around your waist, tugging your body as close to him as possible.
everything was fine — as fine as san eating your face off could be — until you felt something long and hard press right against your clothed clit. “ngh... san!”
he merely chuckled against your lips, sharp teeth tugging your bottom lip, and then smoothing the sting with his warm tongue. “what?”
“i’m...” you started, but were unable to continue, gasping when you felt his hips grind against yours once more. small sparks shot from your clit to your spine, and you arched softly, voice a pitch higher. your pussy clenched around nothing. “...sensitive.”
“i know.” san groaned in your neck, and you felt his thick fingers of his free hand undo the drawstrings on your uniform scrubs. he silenced any of your gasps with another kiss, slipping his fingers into the front of your pants to push past your panties. you barely had time to register his next actions, until you felt the rough pads of his calloused fingers run over your quivering clit and folds.
your wrists were still held down with one of his hands as you moaned shakily, eyes squeezing shut. you felt san’s long fingers smear your slick all over the folds of your cunt, cursing lowly under his breath.
“fuck, you’re so wet.” he exhaled, his fingers circling your swollen clit and making you twitch. the feel of you writhing under him, feeling you squirm and hearing you moan, it only made san want more. he leaned down, his lips on your neck, nipping and sucking as he slipped a digit into your pulsing pussy, feeling your tight walls clench around him. “fuck.”
san gritted his teeth and, his body trembled with restraint.
“san... ah...” you squirmed softly as you felt his fingers pump and prod your spongy walls, gushing wetness the longer he stretched out your cunt. your eyes were glazed, and your arousal was dripping down his knuckles the longer he curled and scissored you open on the couch. “we... we shouldn’t be doing this.”
the sounds of your pretty voice, the feeling of your hips moving against his hand, the soft moans and gasps — san was losing himself in you. he added another finger, feeling the heat of your cunt around his digits, wanting to hear those sweet sounds of yours. “oh?”
“t-the door... it’s unlocked.” it was a miracle you could still think from how deliciously he played your cunt, but your ears were still hyperaware of the faint yells and sounds of sparring from the main gym. you throbbed around his fingers, almost in fear of being caught.
san grunted, reaching as deep as he could with the tips of his fingers before slowly pulling the digits out, and glancing down to see the way his skin glistened with your juices. “doesn’t matter.”
“but...” “but nothing.” san scoffed and sat back on his knees, undoing his shorts and pushing the cloth down along with his boxers so his hard cock sprung out. the veiny length was twitching and leaking precum from the angry red tip, and your flushed gaze was drawn to the sight while you rubbed your sore wrists. he used your slick smeared on his fingers to pump his hard cock, taking in the sight of you panting and sprawled half-naked on the break room sofa, thighs parted and folds glistening. “the only one coming in this room is you.”
your gaze met his smirking one and you tried to scowl softly, propping yourself up on your elbows shakily. “very funny.”
“i’m not done with you, princess.” san crawled back over you, pushing his face in your neck to nip at that spot that made you squirm, shifting between your legs.
you were so tired of him toying with you that you reached out to grasp his cock with your hands, experimentally stroking the hard length. your fingers couldn’t even wrap fully around the girth of his thick shaft, but that didn’t stop you. san let out a choked groan, his teeth gripping the flesh of your neck as you flicked your wrist at an agonizingly slow pace.
it was your first time fisting a cock and your hands were almost shaking. yet you loved the feeling of the large man practically turning into jelly above you from a few strokes. it only motivated you to try and squeeze tighter, pumping up and down, as your flustered gaze met his weak one. san was still trying to keep up his facade, but not for long.
san couldn’t hold back any longer. “that’s enough!” he hissed weakly, smacking your hand away and pulling you to lie back down on the couch, while he positioned the bulbous head of his thick cock at your entrance. “no more playing around.”
san was looking down at you, his eyes dark and focused, his body trembling with restraint that was held by a thread. he was so tightly wound and needed to cum now, before he actually lost it.
“o-okay...” your clit throbbed as he rubbed his cock against your wet folds a few times. your eyes were almost hazy from pleasure, and you pawed at the leather of the couch for stability. suddenly san couldn’t hold back any longer.
he grabbed one of your legs, to rest it over his shoulder, and pushed it up before he leaned over you, his body hovering above yours as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck. san’s hand gripped one of the small throw pillows for a moment, moving it underneath your hips, and then he slowly started to push his cock forward into your entrance.
as he sunk his thick shaft into your cunt inch by inch, the feeling of you clenching around him, the feeling of your breath catching in your throat, the way your body shook at the slow bottoming out — san’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.
he grunted through his gritted teeth, his hand leaving the pillow by your hip to reach up and grasp your wrist, to hold it down again. san looked down at your face, his hips rocking slowly at first to get a feel of stretching out your small stretchy cunt, as his words came in short bursts. “god… ah… just like that…”
“san...” your voice was a soft breathless whimper, the sight of him above you making you quiver and clench more. all your dazed eyes could see was a beefy and sweaty san on top of you, jaw clenched and grunting, and you nearly came on the spot. “y-you... you... i hate you.”
he sight of you below him, so docile, flushed and soft, made his chest swell with something, his lips pulling into a slow mocking grin. “yeah?”
san was so desperate, so fucking hard at the thought of claiming you all night, to mark you and keep you under him. you had no idea how much he needed you. how could you, when he’d never said a word?
your cunt was so tight and warm. like nothing he’d ever had, or imagined in his long showers after training, eyes closed and fisting his cock for a quick release while he wished it was your cunt milking him instead. now, having you under him for real felt like a fever dream, and san’s hips had a mind of their own from the way his thrusts started to pick up pace.
“yeah.” your breath hitched softly, already forgetting your previous train of thought from the way san’s hips angled. the tip of his cock continued to repeatedly bully the spongy sensitive spot in you, making you see stars. “you’re so mean to me... all the time... a-and... and...”
you trailed off, eyes squeezing shut softly as you nearly found yourself cumming all over his cock. san was close too, and he just needed a few more thrusts before —
knock, knock.
fuck.
both you and san froze, and for a moment you felt your soul leave your body. whoever it was, could just twist the knob of the unlocked door and see you sprawled under san, with your leg over his shoulder, and his cock buried ten inches deep in your cervix.
“san, sparring practice in ten minutes!” coach kim called out cheerily from behind the door, unaware.
“we’ll be out soon.” san’s voice rumbled, and your wide-eyed gaze snapped to him, clenching almost in fear. san felt the twitch of your walls and glanced down at you, something almost evil lighting up in his eyes. “doc is still busy working on my bad leg, aren’t you doc?”
the color drained from your face when you felt san’s hips resume their thrusts, and you almost fearfully tried to push him away. shaking your head, you tried to stop him and whisper-yell, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to say a word without moaning shakily, so you stayed silent. something neither san, nor coach would let you do.
“is everything okay in there, doc?” coach kim asked, as you squirmed under san, his large palm holding your hip in place under him, and your ankle in place over his shoulder. his thrusts were still quick, aimed to make you and himself cum as soon as possible, whether coach walked in or not.
“answer him.” san’s lips brushed against your ear as he whispered hotly, smug. “you don’t want him to — fuck — come in, would you?”
it was hard to gather the courage to speak without screaming, especially when you opened your mouth, and the asshole above you took that as the exact moment to decide to rub your clit, coughing softly to disguise your noises. “i, uh, — ngh — we’ll be coming! in sometime... just... go on, coach... no need to — stop that! — wait up!”
you blurted between whimpers, trying to swat san’s wandering hands away as he pinched and rubbed all sensitive spots on your body, even dipping down to bite at your clothed nipples. you were still on edge as coach could walk in anytime, but that didn’t bother san. if fact, his hips pistoned into your cervix at a mind-numbing pace, all thoughts blown from your mind.
“you heard the man,” san grunted in your ear. his smooth skin was drenched in sweat, slight red marks left on his shoulders from your nails, and his brows were furrowed in concentration. “we have five minutes to finish.”
you let out a strangled noise when you felt the sudden onslaught of stimulation, his large palms grasping your hips as he fucked you hard. guiding your hips to match his, san made sure his hips were angled to fuck right up into your womb, smirking to himself when he noticed the slight outline of his cock bulging from your stomach. “t-there’s no way... that we can f-finish... in 5 minutes...”
“you wanna bet?” san rasped, forcing his mouth on yours, kissing you deep and slow, his own grunts and sighs barely muffled by his lips. san could feel you tightening around him, hear the breathy, soft pants coming from your lips.
how could he hold himself back when you responded so eagerly?
san pulled his lips away to look down at you, his hand leaving your leg to grasp at your throat, his calloused thumb resting on your jaw, and his grip firm. you looked so good under him like this.
“that’s it, princess,” san groaned, his hips pushing forward, his voice uneven from all the pleasure. he didn’t think he’d last the next 30 seconds, let alone 5 minutes.
but he wouldn’t cum before you. that would almost be insulting, making sure to use his free hand to fondle your swollen clit, bringing you to finish as soon as him.
“san!” you cried out, already feeling your release building. you tried to bite at your knuckles to keep yourself quiet and muffle all the whimpers and gasps that could reach outside the room. your nails dug into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.
both of you were so close, san’s hips moving more erratically, and your body losing control. your voice was choked and a pitch higher, every noise you made streaming into soft sobs, tears blurring your eyes. you felt too good. “san... i’m gonna...”
san could feel your body trembling, your breathing getting shallower, and when you spoke, it only made him feel closer. he panted, his breath coming out in hot, uneven puffs, his nose rubbing against yours, his hand on your throat tightening.
“go on… squeeze that cunt of yours tight… i’m almost done.”
you didn’t need to be told twice, and when you squeezed so beautifully for him, san lost himself.
he came with a strangled groan, his movements stuttering, his hand squeezing on your throat for a moment. his eyes squeezed shut as white hot pleasure coursed through his veins, his mind blanking out and ears ringing. for a few moments, he thought he saw the pearly white gates of heaven, as he unsteadily pumped ropes after ropes of his hot cum into your pussy.
you could feel your insides being painted white while san grunted curses under his breath, the hot seed almost burning your walls. he made sure to thrust a few more times so his cum filled your insides snugly, fucking it deeper.
your overstimulated whimpers were what bought san back to reality, the ringing in his ears fading as he looked down at you, disheveled and naked waist down, his cock still buried deep in your cunt.
he was momentarily distracted by the sight of your puffy folds wrapped around the base of his cock, a creamy ring of cum around his shaft. he felt himself twitch, just barely suppressing the urge to fold you in a mating press and take you again.
“still hate me?” his voice was slightly strained. san couldn’t find it in himself to pull out yet. his gaze flickered down to your disheveled shirt stretched over your chest, and he couldn’t help but grasp your breast and squeeze. he’d play with them next time.
you were too out of breath to reply or swat his hand away, exhaling shakily as you slowly got down from your high. “i’m still deciding.” you needed a moment, or ten, to get your thoughts in order. “and you didn’t finish in 5 minutes, you took 8.”
“whatever.” san chuckled, nipping your cheek playfully.
he slowly pulled out, his muscles tired. but he wasn’t fast enough. because the next thing you knew, there was a soft click, and the two of you didn’t even have time to freeze, before the break room door swung open.
“san, you little shit, you’re late for — what the fuck!?”
author note: my first smut fic, yay! if this sounds familiar to you, it’s because this plot is heavily inspired by the love of my life, joo jaekyung from the bl manhwa jinx (he’s the best guy around)! please do interact and tell me what you think! also, i made the banner myself so pls show some love if you think it looks nice :3
Author's note: My original bias from ATEEZ deserves some attention too, so here we are. I just had to write a jealous San—because let’s be real, we all know he can be so fucking jealous, pls. And yes… there’s a lot of “mine” in this fic, but what can I do? This man is possessive af, so yeap, you’re getting all the roughness, all the filthy worship, and all the claiming. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed letting San completely lose his mind. I do welcome feedback or any thoughts! Enjoy~ Bye-um~
Description: San’s jealousy ignites the night, turning a quiet evening into a storm of raw desire. Every lingering touch, every heated glance pushes him closer to claiming you completely. From possessive kisses to relentless, filthy thrusts, he dominates with a mix of worship and control, leaving marks and leaving you gasping. Tonight isn’t just about passion—it’s about surrendering entirely to the man who’s always been yours, and who refuses to let anyone else touch what’s his.
Warnings: Smut (18+), rough sex, teasing, dominant San, possessive and slightly toxic behavior, multiple “mine” moments, submissive moments, receiving oral, blowjob, nipple play, marking, unprotected penetrative sex (please wrap it up IRL!), dirty talk, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, intense jealousy, possessive claiming, sexual tension, filthy intimacy
Read Before Proceeding: This content is for mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual material and detailed depictions of sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised. MDNI — Minors Do Not Interact. As always, take care of yourselves, read responsibly, and know exactly what you’re walking into before you do.
Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence
You’d known San for as long as you could remember—well, almost. You were twelve the first time you met him, a nervous kid new to the neighborhood, clinging to the safety of your parents’ shadows. They’d met his family first, of course, eager to make connections, and it wasn’t long before they introduced you to their son with the biggest smile and the kindest eyes.
From the very beginning, San had been easy to love. Not in the way you admitted to anyone, not in the way you even admitted to yourself at first, but in the way that his laugh carved its place in your chest and stayed there. The two of you had grown inseparable—through awkward teenage years, homework sessions that turned into gossip marathons, and the shared understanding that no matter where life pulled you, you’d always circle back to each other.
Somewhere along the way, your feelings shifted. That flutter in your chest every time he slung an arm around you in high school? The way your gaze lingered too long on the curve of his mouth when he smiled? It stopped being just friendship. By the time you hit your twenties, that quiet crush had transformed into something heavier, something deeper, something that you couldn’t quite ignore anymore: you were in love with Choi San.
And yet, life had taken you both down such different roads. He was living the life of an idol—performances, stages, constant pressure under flashing lights. You, on the other hand, had carved out your own world as a fashion writer, your words stitched into magazines and websites. Despite the distance and the chaos, neither of you ever let go of the other. He never let his fame taint your friendship, and you never let your own insecurities about being ordinary keep you from staying by his side.
But time didn’t stop. You were twenty-six now—closer to thirty than twenty—and somewhere deep in your chest, you felt that weight pressing harder. How long were you going to keep hiding your heart? How long could you pretend the laughter you shared didn’t ache with something more?
So, one snowy afternoon not long after New Year’s, you gathered every ounce of courage left inside you and told him. You confessed.
You remembered the way his lashes fluttered when your words hit him, the way his lips parted like he hadn’t expected it. Snow clung to the tips of his hair as he stared at you, silent for too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft—gentle, almost apologetic.
“I… I’ve never seen you that way,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt that way about you.”
Each syllable sliced clean through you. His words weren’t cruel, but they hurt more than any cruelty ever could.
You tried to breathe around the weight crushing your ribs, nodding even though your vision blurred.
“I understand,” you whispered, though your throat threatened to close around the words. You forced a weak smile and stood to leave, but his hand shot out to grab your wrist.
“Wait,” he said, panic flashing in his eyes.
You wriggled free, heart splintering as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “We’re still friends, San. I just… need some time. You understand, right?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded, his hand falling uselessly to his side. He understood. He didn’t want to lose you, but he respected what you asked for.
And so you walked away, letting the cold bite into your skin as your tears finally fell where he couldn’t see them.
It took six weeks to piece yourself back together. Six weeks of avoiding the familiar corners of your shared routines, six weeks of replying to his check-in texts only when you had the strength to mask the tremor in your voice. Six weeks of pressing the cracks in your chest together until you could look him in the eye without shattering.
But when you finally did see him again, the damage hadn’t vanished. The cracks remained. And it hit you, clear as ever: he would always be the one for you. No matter what he said, no matter how you smiled in daylight and cried in shadows, no one else would ever fill the space in your heart carved specifically for Choi San.
Seven months passed since that day. Seven months of returning to your normal rhythm, laughing with him like nothing had changed. But sometimes—just sometimes—you caught his gaze lingering too long. His eyes crinkled too warmly at your jokes, his attention clung too tightly to your laughter. You told yourself you were imagining things. After all, how could he suddenly feel differently after rejecting you so firmly?
And yet… the doubt refused to leave.
Nights at San’s dorm had become a routine. It wasn’t unusual for you to sprawl on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you, while Mingi tossed popcorn into his mouth and filled the room with booming laughter. With Seonghwa away in Milan for a fashion shoot, the apartment felt more relaxed, less cramped with schedules and reminders.
You’d grown closer to Mingi over the past year, bonding over your shared love of binge-watching anime and tearing through entire seasons of shows in a single night. His company was easy, comfortable. And in a way, it had been the distraction you needed after San’s rejection—the warmth of another friend to lean into when your heart still ached in secret.
But you noticed it. Every time Mingi pressed his shoulder against yours, every time his deep laugh coaxed your own, you saw the way San’s expression shifted. You told yourself you were imagining the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes darkened whenever Mingi leaned too close. Deep down, though, a darker, pettier part of you reveled in it. If San was truly unaffected by you, if he had never once considered you as anything more than his childhood friend—why did he look ready to burn holes into Mingi’s skin?
Tonight was no different. You and Mingi were mid-argument about an upcoming season of your favorite series, your voices animated as you tried to out-talk each other. Mingi’s grin widened as he leaned closer, shoulder brushing yours.
From the kitchen, San’s gaze cut sharp. His cup was halfway to his lips, the rim hiding his mouth but not the way his eyes tracked the two of you. The sound of your laugh scraped against his nerves, and his grip on the glass tightened until his knuckles paled.
“Mingi!” His voice cracked across the room suddenly, louder than necessary. Both you and Mingi jumped, turning toward him.
“What?” Mingi blinked, confused.
San lowered his cup deliberately, eyes hard. “Don’t you have to head to the studio? Didn’t Hongjoong-hyung schedule you for a late-night session?”
The words weren’t casual—they were pointed, heavy, and sharp enough to cut through the easy atmosphere in the room. You arched a brow at San, catching the hard edge in his tone.
Mingi glanced at his phone, swore under his breath, and scrambled to his feet. “Shit—yeah, you’re right. I gotta run.”
You rose too, gathering the snack bowls and cups from the coffee table. Mingi hugged you quickly, warm and familiar, before waving at San on his way out the door.
And then, silence. Just you and San.
You could feel his eyes on you the moment the door shut, burning into your back as you rinsed the bowls in the sink. You tried to ignore it, but the weight of his stare clung to your skin until you finally turned.
“What was that?” His voice was low, edged.
You frowned, brows furrowing. “What was what?”
“That.” He gestured toward the door, toward the space where Mingi had just been. “You flirting with my member.”
A scoff escaped before you could stop it. “I was not flirting with Mingi, San.”
He stepped closer, leaning against the island, his gaze narrowing. “Yeah? Because laughing at everything he says and hugging him isn’t flirting?” His tone was sharp, accusing.
You turned back to the sink, irritation prickling your skin. “No, San. That’s what friends do. In case you’ve forgotten what that looks like.”
The silence behind you stretched taut. And then his voice came again—deeper, harsher.
“Well stop being friends with him. You’re my friend.”
The words hit you like a slap. Slowly, you shook your head, the laugh that bubbled up cold and humorless. But before you could answer, you felt it—the heat of his body suddenly right behind yours, the press of his presence caging you against the counter.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, the words rough, possessive, crawling over your skin like fire.
Your breath caught. You spun around, shoving lightly at his chest to create space, glaring up at him with anger burning through the confusion. He actually stepped back, startled by the heat in your eyes.
Your voice rose, shaking with fury. “Don’t you dare pull that with me. You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did.”
His mouth opened, but you cut him off, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You rejected me, San. Do you remember that? Do you remember standing there in the snow and telling me you didn’t feel the same way? I begged my heart to stop beating for you that night, and now you think you can just claim me?”
“I was wrong,” he said quickly, desperately.
“Not good enough.”
“I—” His voice cracked, his hand raking through his hair as though he was tearing himself apart. “I didn’t understand what I was feeling. I was scared. I thought I’d lose you forever if I admitted anything. I told myself it wasn’t love—until you pulled away. And then it hurt so fucking much I couldn’t breathe without you. And when I saw you with Mingi—” His jaw clenched, voice dropping into a growl. “—I wanted to destroy him. Destroy everything. I want to be the only one who makes you laugh. The only one who touches you. You have no idea what you do to me. How badly I want to ruin you for anyone else. How much I want you under me, wrecked, until the only name you can remember is mine.”
The words slammed into you, leaving you raw and trembling. But still, you crossed your arms, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “And what happens when you wake up tomorrow and decide you don’t feel that way again? What happens when I give you everything, and you change your mind?”
His eyes burned, glassy with desperation. “That won’t happen. Not now, not ever. I’ll spend every day proving it, if that’s what it takes. Just—please, don’t let me be too late.”
You wanted to stay cold, to keep pushing, but your chest betrayed you, squeezing tight as your lips trembled. Your voice came out softer than you wanted. “Oh, Sannie… I was always yours.”
His eyes shut tight like he was savoring the words, his whole body trembling with the weight of them. When he opened them again, the darkness in his gaze made your knees weaken. Raw, unrestrained desire burned through his irises, consuming you in its heat.
And then he was on you.
No—he didn’t kiss you. He claimed you. His mouth crashed onto yours, desperate and wild, every ounce of regret, anger, and need poured into the press of his lips against yours. It wasn’t soft, wasn’t tentative. It was a possession, a demand, a vow all at once.
The kiss turned frantic, years of restraint crumbling in seconds. San’s mouth moved against yours like he had been starved, each clash of lips more desperate than the last. His hands, trembling at first, found your waist, fingers digging in as though afraid you might vanish if he didn’t hold you tight enough.
When you tugged at his hair and bit his lip, he growled into your mouth, the sound guttural, feral. The gentleness of a moment ago burned away, leaving only raw need.
You tore your mouth away, panting, lips swollen. “What about Mingi?” you whispered, cruel because you could be, because he deserved to suffer after all these years. “He touches me too, you know. Makes me laugh. Were you too late, San?”
The growl that ripped from his chest sent a shiver down your spine. His hand shot up to your throat—not choking, just pressing, holding, staking claim. “Don’t,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t say his name while I’m this close to ruining you.”
Your smirk only made him snap further. He spun you, pressing your back against his chest so you could feel every inch of him—hard, straining, proof of just how much you unraveled him. His lips devoured your neck, teeth scraping, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that screamed possession. You gasped, hands clutching the counter’s edge, body arching into him even as your words taunted.
Then he spun you again, this time to face him fully, catching your lips in another intense kiss. His tongue fought with yours for dominance, each movement demanding, claiming, leaving no room for hesitation. Heat pooled low in your belly as he pressed against you, every inch of him focused on taking what had always been his.
His hands slid lower, palms kneading your hips, then your ass—gripping so tight it made you gasp. With a guttural growl that rattled through his chest, he hauled you up against him as if you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and the hard, unyielding press of his arousal ground into you with every step he took. His mouth stayed latched to your throat, nipping and sucking, marking you in deep, burning trails as he carried you.
The door to his room slammed shut with a sharp kick of his heel. He dropped you onto the mattress, watching you with a hunger so raw it set your skin ablaze. His chest rose and fell harshly, eyes devouring you like he was one breath away from losing every shred of control. He leaned down, bracing one knee between your thighs, pinning you in place.
“I need to hear you say it,” he muttered, voice rough, trembling with need. His lips ghosted over your jaw, hot and urgent. “Tell me you want this. That you need me like I need you.”
Breathless, trembling beneath his weight, you managed a nod. “Yes, Sannie… I need you.”
That was all it took. His hands were on you instantly, stripping you down with agonizing slowness until only your panties clung to your skin. His fingers dragged over every inch of bare flesh, as though committing your body to memory, as though it already belonged to him. His mouth followed, returning to your chest—his thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples, flicking, circling, before his lips closed around one, biting lightly, sucking until you cried out. He worshipped and claimed you with lips, teeth, and tongue, covering every inch of your chest in bruising possession until your back arched helplessly into him.
By the time he slid down your body, your skin was on fire. His breath ghosted over your still-covered slit, his eyes locked on yours as if daring you to look away. The first drag of his tongue over the damp fabric made your thighs twitch, a sharp gasp spilling from your lips. He licked again, harder this time, letting the fabric soak before mouthing against it, teasing your clit through the thin barrier until you were writhing.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet even like this,” he groaned, fingers pressing into your folds through the cloth, rubbing slow, deliberate circles before tugging the fabric aside. His tongue was on you the second he had access—flat, wet strokes dragging from your entrance to your clit, then sharp, merciless flicks that had your hips bucking uncontrollably.
“San… please…” you gasped, voice breaking, your body already teetering at the edge.
His mouth and fingers worked in filthy tandem—two fingers curling inside you, stroking deep, relentless, while his tongue lashed and sucked at your clit with ruthless precision. The coil inside you snapped fast and violent; you came with a cry, your whole body jerking as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you shaking beneath him.
But he didn’t stop. Not even for a second. His fingers curled deeper, pumping, teasing, while his tongue dragged circles over your oversensitive clit, swallowing your cries like they fueled him. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your body convulsed, pleasure surging too sharp, too raw—yet you couldn’t pull away. His hand pressed firmly against your hip, holding you down, forcing you to take every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.
“Too much?” he rasped against your soaked skin, but the smug curve of his lips said he already knew your answer didn’t matter. You sobbed his name, hips trembling as a second orgasm slammed into you, harder, crueler, leaving you shaking violently, your thighs clamping around his head.
When he finally pulled back, lips glistening, chest heaving, he licked his fingers clean and stared down at you with eyes dark and wild.
“Mine,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.”
Your body was still trembling from the second orgasm when San crawled up over you, his lips shiny and wet, jaw tight with hunger. He kissed you hard—tongue forcing its way past your lips, making you taste yourself on him. The kiss was all teeth and desperation, his need bleeding into every movement.
“You think I can just stop after tasting you like that?” he growled against your mouth, voice rough, ragged. His hips pressed down, the rigid line of his cock straining against his sweats. He rocked once, slow but deliberate, making you feel how hard he was for you. “No one else gets me like this. No one else makes me lose control like you do.”
His hand slid up, fingers wrapping firmly around your throat. Not choking, just holding you there—owning you, making sure your eyes stayed locked on his. “Say it,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you whispered, breath stuttering against his lips.
That was all it took.
San shoved his sweats down, hooked your panties aside, and sank into you in one slow, devastating thrust. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, the stretch making your whole body arch. He hissed, forehead pressed to yours, shaking with restraint.
“Fuck—so tight for me,” he groaned, lips brushing yours with a reverence that contrasted the harsh grip on your throat. “Always so good. No one else could ever take me like this. No one else could ever be this perfect for me.”
At first, he moved slow—hips rolling deep, savoring every sound you made, his thumb stroking over your jaw as though trying to soothe you, even while he consumed you. But then you clenched around him, moaning his name so broken, so sweet, and something inside him snapped.
With a guttural sound, San slammed into you, pace brutal and unrelenting, cock pistoning into you so hard the bedframe rattled. His hand tightened on your throat—not cutting off air, but keeping you pinned beneath him, forcing you to take it all.
“You think I don’t see the way they look at you?” he snarled, every thrust punctuating his words. “But you’re here. With me. Taking me. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours!” you gasped, voice catching as he fucked you harder.
“Say it again,” he growled, his forehead pressing to yours, eyes wild.
“I’m yours—fuck, San, I’m yours!”
“That’s right,” he rasped, his thrusts growing even rougher, driving you into the mattress. “All mine. Always mine. No one else gets to hear you like this. No one else gets to see you come undone.”
His lips trailed down your cheek, over your jaw, until he was sucking another bruise into your skin, marking you over and over. “I’ll worship you every time, baby,” he whispered hot against your ear, his words a shocking mix of filth and devotion. “I’ll make up for all the ways I hurt you before. I’ll ruin you and then I’ll love you harder for it.”
The coil inside you snapped. With his hand firm on your throat, his cock driving deep and merciless into your soaked cunt, you shattered—clawing at his back, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through you. Your cry was raw, broken, torn from your chest, his name spilling from your lips over and over.
San groaned like he’d been branded by the sound, his rhythm faltering as your tight walls squeezed him so hard he almost lost it. “Fuck—fuck, baby, just like that—keep milking me—” His teeth sank into your shoulder, his hips stuttering before he buried himself deep one last time. His entire body shuddered as he came hard, spilling inside you with a guttural moan that vibrated against your skin.
He stayed there, pressed flush against you, panting into your neck, his hand loosening on your throat to cradle your jaw instead. He kissed you then, soft and lingering, so at odds with how he’d just pounded into you. Between gasps, his lips brushed your skin as he murmured, “Mine. Always mine.”
Your fingers tangled in his damp hair, holding him close as you whispered back, voice rough but certain, “Yours, yeah…but don’t forget—you’re mine too.”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, something raw flickering in his, before his lips curved into the faintest, breathless smirk. “Always,” he promised—then crushed his mouth to yours, the kiss heated, desperate, sealing every word between you.
synopsis ; after a horrible week that ended with finding out your boyfriend cheated, your sister drags you to a party hoping to pull you out of your slump, however, who knew a simple dare would land you with mingi, the campus 'bad boy', and before long he's showing you just how much better he could treat you.
pairing(s) ; mingi x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 6.1k
☆ ── genre ; smut, angst w/ fluff, college!au, badboy!mingi
☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, mentions of cheating, toxic ex, alcohol consumption, dubcon (only adding bc they had been drinking), unprotected sex, dom!mingi x sub!reader, dirty talk, a small bit of insecurities mentioned, conservative neighbor(?), breast play, praise, pet names (pretty, baby, princess, babygirl...), teasing, clit play, fingering, oral (f. receiving), clit biting, creampie, manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, biting/marking, lmk if I missed anything!!
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It seemed like the world was out for blood—specifically yours. It hadn’t exactly been a good week for you. First, you woke up late for an important test, then someone spilled their nasty kale smoothie all over you, staining your favorite hoodie that monstrous green, and you were stuck working overtime, without the extra pay, because no one else wanted to work. However, the sweet cherry on top was that you just so happened to walk in on your boyfriend in bed with another woman.
It wasn’t like he was the best guy to ever exist, and your friends told you multiple times to just leave him. He was also toxic as hell and could give less than two shits about you or anything related to you, but that didn’t keep you from running out with tears streaming down your face.
Now that Friday has finally rolled around, you want nothing more than to curl up in your bed and forget the world around you. Though as fate would have it, your sister barged into your room without knocking and flipping the light switch on, momentarily blinding you.
“Go away, Yiseo!” You whined, grabbing your pillow to cover your face, surrounding yourself in darkness once more.
Yiseo just rolled her eyes before walking over and snatching the pillow right out of your hands, “Get your ass up, y/n, I’m not letting you wallow in your self-pity while there's a rager going on in town.”
You let out a huff as you lie flat on your back, staring at the dark-haired girl, “I don’t wanna go.” Tears involuntarily filled your eyes, and you quickly bit the inside of your cheek to keep them at bay.
Yiseo stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, a glare adorning her features, “Is this about Xander?”
You didn’t say anything, but then again, you didn’t have to because your face says it all. Yiseo just sighed before walking over to your closet and pulling the doors.
“Sis, you have got to get over his sorry ass.” She rolled her eyes as she shuffled through your clothes, all while you sat up in bed, watching her.
“It’s not even that he’s bothering me—” The look Yiseo gave you told you she believed otherwise, “Alright, maybe a little bit, I mean, he's going around telling everyone I’m a bore.” You scoffed, running your fingers through your hair. “He’s the real bore here, only caring about himself… asshole.”
As you went on a small tangent, Yiseo put together an outfit, something that would catch someone’s attention, but you would still be comfortable in. She was determined to get you laid or something so you would get out of your little rut with Xander. When she was done, she walked out of the closet and laid the clothing on your bed.
“What is that?” You asked with wide eyes, staring down at the outfit. Admittedly, it was cute, but you were sure you’d freeze your ass off in the cool autumn weather.
“The outfit you’re wearing. Now go take a shower, you stink.” With that, Yiseo walked out of the room, leaving you sitting there to pick your jaw up with a dumbfounded expression.
—
So now you stood in the living room of a very unfamiliar house, a red solo cup in your hand. The bitter liquid was becoming more and more tolerable the longer you watched your ex quite literally sucking the face off of a new woman.
“Are you seriously just going to stand here and watch that disgusting rat, or are you going to try and enjoy yourself?” The sound of your sister’s voice broke your focus on Xander.
You look over at her as you take another sip of whatever concoction was in your cup, “What do you expect me to do? Dance with some rando?”
Yiseo burst out laughing, catching the attention of some of those around you two, Xander included. He detached himself from the chick he was with before making his way over to you with a smug smirk on his face.
“Well, well, well, who do we have here? Ya know y/n, you’re the last person I’d expect to be here.” At the sound of his voice, you rolled your eyes before grabbing Yiseo’s arm and walking off, ignoring his calls for you to come back, “Good luck finding anyone who wants to be with your boring ass, bitch.”
His words struck a chord, and it took all of your willpower not to turn around and deck him right in the jaw. Noticing this, Yiseo tugged you towards a group of people you barely recognized. Looking around, you saw Yiseo’s two best friends and their boyfriends, but you had no idea who the rest of them were. You felt really out of place among them; your sister was popular, while you, well, for lack of better words, were a nobody.
“Let’s play some games!” One of Yiseo’s friends, Hana, suggested pulling her boyfriend to the empty couch, the rest of them following.
You, however, just stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You then felt something bump into your shoulder, causing you to look over. There stood the university's residential ‘bad boy’ Song Mingi.
“Pretty sure that includes you, pipsqueak, come on.” He smirked, causing your heart to speed up, your face flushing red. Mingi motioned to the group before walking over to them, while you watched him. The black ripped jeans he was wearing hugged his legs perfectly, and his black band t-shirt was nothing short of ‘him’.
“Y/n, get over here!” Yiseo called out, snapping you out of your trance. You meekly walked over, taking the empty seat between your sister and another girl. Looking up, you locked eyes with Mingi once more, and you thanked the dim lighting, otherwise he’d see you turning into a tomato.
“Let’s play truth or dare!” One of the guys suggested as his buddy finished chugging his beer and holding out the bottle. Everyone around you cheered and agreed while you could have sworn you had been cursed.
Now you sat in a circle playing the classic game of truth or dare, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, but you? This was your worst fucking nightmare imaginable. Playing a game where you either had to answer some of the deepest, darkest, dirtiest, and freakiest questions to exist or do some of the most provocative and cringeworthy dares that they could think of.
This kind of game was definitely not on your bucket list, but you couldn’t just back out, not without becoming the laughingstock of the entire university. So you sat there, hands tucked under your bare thighs as you watched the guy next to your sister spin the bottle. Heat crept up your neck as the bottle spins, and spins and spins before stopping—on you.
“Y/n finally! Truth or dare?”
‘Fuck.’ You didn’t like the way he phrased that sentence, nor did you like the way everyone's eyes fell on you. However, you weren’t going to give them a reason to tease you, so you put on your best poker face before taking a drink and speaking.
“Dare.”
“Oh, she’s bold!” The guy smirked, which left you feeling even more uneasy. The feeling worsened when he started looking around the circle.
‘Please don’t make me grind on someone or some shit.’ You silently prayed that you wouldn’t have to embarrass yourself in front of these people, who didn’t even know you at that.
“Seven minutes in heaven with… Mingi.” You could have sworn you felt your heart stop. Your eyes widened for a millisecond before you were able to cover it, then you looked up, meeting the eyes of the chosen male.
At first, you didn’t move, not really wanting to be in a small confined space with another male—not right now at least. Yiseo just smirked as she bumped into your shoulder, letting you know that the time wouldn’t start until you and Mingi were in the closet. Rolling your eyes, you handed her your drink before standing and making your way to the hall closet.
There were times you wanted to strangle your sister, more than you can count on your fingers, but right now? In this very instance would probably take the cake.
You stood damn near chest-to-chest with Mingi in a tiny closet, neither of you saying a word, but you could feel his breath fanning your face. The smell of his cologne filled your senses, making you lightheaded as you tried to will your heart to calm down.
Mingi’s eyes never left your face, watching and studying your expressions. He leaned back a bit more to try to give you more space so you were comfortable, which only caught you off guard.
“We don't have to do anything, you know? Just make some shit up when they ask.” His voice was low, causing heat to pool in your stomach as you looked up at him. Your eyes were slightly wide, but he could see the curiosity in them.
You hadn’t expected that from him, not with the rumors you heard around campus. The girls who talked about him always talked about how he wasn’t one for relationships and that he could give two shits about their feelings, so to say you were pleasantly surprised would be an understatement.
Mingi pulled his hand from his pocket before snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him, “Unless you want to pretty…”
Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up at him, searching his eyes. Then Xander’s words rang in the back of your mind, instantly ticking you off.
Then an idea popped up in your head—albeit a horrible one, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to prove that you weren’t the bore that Xander made you out to be, and if sleeping with Mingi would prove that, then so be it. So without another thought, you grabbed the chain that was sitting around his neck, pulling him down, connecting your lips to his.
His lips were soft against yours, sweet like cherries with a hint of alcohol, almost addicting. Your brain felt fuzzy as his lips melted into yours, and his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, prompting you to part them. It didn’t take long for him to pull you closer, tongue slipping into your mouth.
Mingi watched in amusement as you chased after him as he pulled away. Your swollen lips and glossy eyes almost made him want to say screw it and just fuck you in this closet, but he’d rather not get interrupted. So he leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “We won’t have enough time in here, but we can go back to mine. How does that sound, princess?”
“Please…” You let out a breathy sigh as his lips connected to the soft skin of your neck, leaving a trail of wet and sloppy kisses. Biting your lip to conceal any noise from any listening ears, he bit down and sucked on your skin.
After the seven minutes were up, the closet door flew open, only to your classmates' dismay, you and Mingi were standing opposite each other. You mustered up every ounce of willpower you could to keep your cool as you and Mingi walked out. The rest of the group urged you to tell them what had happened, to which you just shrugged your shoulders.
“Nothing much,”
However, your sister saw the darkening spots on your neck as she handed your drink back to you when you sat down. With a knowing smile on her lips, she leaned closer to you, “he’s taking you to his, isn’t he?”
You coughed slightly, tongue jutting out to wet your lips as you just nodded your head, giving her the answer she was looking for. Mingi watched you talk to your sister from the other side of the room with a smug smirk on his lips, his friends pestering him for more information.
—
As the game continued, you would catch Mingi watching you, or he’d catch your lingering gaze. You would hold eye contact before it became too much, and you looked away, blushing. Yiseo was watching in amusement from beside you until she caught sight of Xavier walking over.
“Mind if I join y’all?” His voice made your face drop, souring your mood instantly.
“Xavier man, of course!” One of the other guys exclaimed with a wide smile, and you watched reluctantly as he walked over, taking the now-empty space next to you. He sat down, hand brushing against your thigh.
Mingi watched with a raised eyebrow as you tried to scoot closer to Yiseo, but Xavier just followed. He could tell you were uncomfortable; hell, anyone with a pair of eyes could see it.
Sensing his gaze, you looked up, sending him a meek smile, trying to ignore Xavier’s wandering hands. Yiseo sent a glare in Xavier’s direction before spinning the bottle, watching it as it spun and stopped on you—again. However, this time you were happy because you’d do just about anything to get you away from the creep next to you.
“Y/n, truth or dare.” Yiseo asked as she turned towards you, already knowing what you were going to pick, and as soon as the word ‘dare’ left your lips, she nodded. “Hmm…” She tapped her chin with a faux thoughtful look, thinking of a dare, before her eyes landed on Mingi, “Sit on Mingi's lap for the rest of the game.”
Heat traveled up your neck, painting your face red, but you didn’t complain as you stood. However, before you could get too far, Xavier grabbed your wrist.
“Now, Yiseo, why would you do that knowing she has a boyfriend?” He raised an eyebrow as you glared at him, daring you to say something. Had this been a few weeks ago, you would have kept your mouth shut, but now?
Never again.
“We broke up, Xavier. Would you please get that through your head?” You hissed, ripping your arm out of his grasp before walking over to Mingi.
The dark-haired male smiled smugly at Xavier as you took a seat on his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. As you made yourself comfortable, Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
Xavier’s eyes never left you and Mingi throughout the entire game, annoying you even more, and Mingi noticed. His hand that was resting on your lower back moved to grab your hip, his lips brushing against your jaw, eyes locked with Xavier’s.
“Wanna get out of here?” His voice was low enough for just you to hear, but his warm breath against your skin made you shiver. You nodded your head, and Mingi placed a soft kiss on your jaw before letting you stand. Once you were both standing, he took your cup, setting it on the table before grabbing your hand. “We’re outta here.”
That was all he said before walking away, sending Xavier a wink as he pulled you behind him.
— —
You laughed softly as Mingi ushered you into his apartment, away from his nosy neighbor who just happened to walk out as you guys made it to his door. Giggles spilled from your lips as you listened to him try to play the whole thing off from the small crack in the door.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Kim, she's just my lab partner. We have a project due soon, no funny business, I swear,” Mingi reassured the older woman, crossing his fingers over his heart, a nervous laugh leaving his lips as she glared at him.
“Mhm.” She hummed before turning and walking towards the elevator.
Once she was far enough away, Mingi pushed the door open, moving you further inside. When the door was fully shut, he let out a sigh before looking up and meeting your eyes. As soon as your gazes met, you both burst out into giggles.
“What was all of that about?” You managed to ask through your laughter, and Mingi just shook his head.
“She’s just some nosy conservative hag, don’t worry about her.” He rolled his eyes as he made his way toward you, “Now, where were we?” He grabbed your waist, pulling your body flush against his, your arms snaking around his neck.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him. Mingi took your face in his free hand, using his thumb to pull your lip from your teeth before leaning down and connecting his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips against yours. Mingi groaned against your lips when you tugged on his hair at the nape of his neck, “fuck, are you sure you want to do this? We can just chill and watch a movie.”
Your eyes search his as you nod your head, and he leans down, lips ghosting over yours, “Use your words, princess.”
You went weak in the knees; the fact that he wanted verbal confirmation had you falling head over heels. Then, again, he probably didn’t want any sexual assault charges, so you tried not to think too much about it.
You couldn’t fall for someone again, especially not someone like him, but the way his thumb was rubbing soft circles on your side was making it very hard not to.
Letting out a shaky sigh, you nodded again, “I want this, please, Mingi.”
That’s all it took for him to grab the back of your thighs, hoisting you up onto his waist, a small yelp leaving your lip, but was quickly silenced by his. He walks over to the couch before sitting down with you in his lap, lips still on yours. The kiss was hot and messy, teeth clashing as his hands traveled the length of your body.
His hands were all over you, squeezing your thighs. Ass. Hips. Everywhere. His hands warm against your bare skin as he lifts your shirt. Once your shirt was off, Mingi threw it off to the side somewhere before making quick work of your bra, unclipping it like he’s done it a million times. His gaze on you was so intense that it made you squirm, face turning a vibrant shade of red.
His hands fell back to your hips, halting your movements, “Holy fuck, you’re so pretty.” He groaned, and you suddenly felt shy under his gaze. So you turned your head, averting his eyes, trying to will your heart to calm down.
Mingi pulled your hips down, and you could feel his bulge against your clothed cunt, causing a small whine to leave your mouth. The moment that you felt his warm mouth on your breast, you swore you could have melted in his lap. A whimper fell from your covered lips as his teeth scraped against your hardened bud.
You had never experienced this before, Xavier never, never, cared about your pleasure, only his own. So this new feeling left you feeling confused and extremely overwhelmed. The fact that Mingi was taking his time and focusing solely on your pleasure, it was making your head spin.
Mingi pulled away from your chest with a pop, looking up to take in your flustered face, eyes avoiding his. He kissed his way up the valley of your breast, over your collarbones, and up your neck before stopping by your ear.
“Why are you being so shy now?” His voice was husky and low, sending a chill down your spine.
You couldn’t meet Mingi’s eyes; you were too embarrassed because you weren’t even sure if you were supposed to be feeling like this. Xavier had deprived you of any of this, of the pleasure, of the care, and you felt like you could cry.
Had he really only cared about himself the whole time you guys were together?
You were snapped out of your daze when Mingi leaned back against the couch, his grip on your hips loosening, “We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.” His words made your stomach flutter; he cared about your feelings even if he was rock-hard underneath you. Tears brimmed in your eyes as your hands fell to your lap.
“No, I want to do this, it’s just…” The words died on your tongue. What were you supposed to tell him? That your ex never did any of this, so you were confused? No, he’d probably just laugh in your face.
“Just what princess?” Mingi’s voice was soft, his thumb rubbing small circles on your waist. You licked your lips, trying to gather your thoughts. Why did you have to be so fucking awkward? Why couldn’t you just let him continue doing what he was doing? Thoughts cloud your mind, and Mingi could tell, so he brought his hand to your face, grabbing your chin, softly making you look at him. However, you were quick to avert your gaze, and he didn’t take too kindly to that: “Look at me, pretty.”
Your teary eyes flicker up to his. God, you wish that the universe would just suck you into a black hole right about now. Mingi’s gaze was filled with concern, and that was enough for the first tear to break free, falling down your cheek. You, however, were quick to wipe it away before closing your eyes, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the embarrassment that was to come.
Mingi sat there, waiting till you were ready to talk, his eyes never leaving your face. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable, especially when he finally had you. So he waited.
Letting out a shaky breath, you opened your eyes, meeting his, “It’s just that my ex, he never really did any of…” you gestured to yours and Mingi’s body, “this.” Your face started to heat up as you tried your best to keep his eye contact.
Mingi instantly felt an annoyance bubble up in his chest, not because of you, but because of the douchebag you called your ex. In the blink of an eye, he had you lying on your back, his body slotting over yours. Your eyes were wide in surprise as your hands lay next to your head.
“So let me get this straight, not only was he a cheating asshole, but also never pleased you right.” His words made your face flush red, but you nodded nonetheless, “fucking useless scumbag.” He growled under his breath as he latched his lips to your neck once more.
A whimper left your lips as he bit down on the junction of your neck, “M-Min—”
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you. I’m gonna show you how you should have been treated in the first place.” He said with a shit-eating grin, his tongue lapping over the spot he just bit, “Will you let me?” His hands traced the length of your body before finding purchase on your hips. He pulled back to look at you in your eyes, and you nodded, “Words pretty.”
You felt lightheaded under his intense gaze, “Y-Yes.”
Without another word, he hooked his fingers on the hem of your shorts, pulling them down as well as your panties. Mingi looked down at you with such a hunger in his eyes that it left you breathless.
“Oh, you’re dripping, baby,” He teased as he spread your folds, blowing a puff of air onto your sopping cunt. A small moan left your lips, your hips bucking against his touch. Your hand flew down to his head the moment his nose bumped your clit, tongue flat against your folds, and wrapping his plump lips around your clit. Then he slowly inserted his finger into your tight hole, rubbing his fingertips against your gummy walls.
"Oh god!" A loud moan ripped through your throat when he started to devour your pussy like it was his last meal. His finger sped up inside you, rubbing one particular spot that left you seeing stars.
A growl reverberated from the back of his throat as you continued to tug on his hair, the sensation making your back arch off the table. You mewled when his teeth scraped against your clit, brain short-circuiting, and Mingi's eyes looked up as your head fell back with a pathetic whine. Your back arches off the couch, pushing your hips further into his face, but Mingi was quick to press his hand flat down on your stomach, keeping you in place.
Your orgasm was right on the tip of your tongue, and your legs shook on either side of his head. Incoherent babbles fell from your lips as he sucked harshly on your clit, sparks flashing across your vision, and finally, that coil snapped.
“F-Fuck! Mingi!” You cried out as your body started to spasm, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned out as the pace of his fingers picked up, rubbing one particular spot which left you lying there breathless. “Mingi, shit, please.”
"Shh, I've got you, babygirl." Mingi slowly pulled his soaping fingers from your core, a devilish smirk on his lips as he watched the dim moonlight reflect off of your juices.
Your head tilted up, eyes meeting his just as he stuck his finger in his mouth, licking all of your essence off of his digits. A groan vibrated in his throat at the taste, eyes rolling slightly, leaving you dripping on his couch.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby.” His voice was raspy as he pulled his fingers from his mouth, crawling back over your body. A moan fell from your lips as he touched you, only for it to be swallowed by Mingi’s. Your brain nearly short-circuited when you tasted yourself on his lips, his tongue pushing more into your mouth. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling roughly, making his head tilt back. You took the chance to latch your lips to his honey skin, leaving your fair share of wet, open-mouth kisses along his jugular. He groaned above you, hands tightening on your hips.
In one quick motion, he had you both in the same position you had started in—you straddled his lap. You didn’t let the sudden change alter your movements, too blinded by pleasure to care how he takes you, as long as he does. His grip on your hips tightened even more as you rolled your hips against his bulge, relishing in the feeling of his jeans against your bare cunt.
“Fuck princess, are you that desperate for my cock.” His head fell back as you latched your lips back to his neck, leaving a trail of marks in your wake. Your lips trailed down his neck until you met with the collar of his shirt.
Leaning back, you grabbed the edge of the fabric and pulled on it. “Off now, please.” The pleading in your tone made Mingi’s dick twitch, a smirk pulling on his lips.
“Don’t let me stop you, babygirl, take it off.” He pulled his hands from your hips, and you didn’t waste another second pulling his shirt over his head, letting it join the ever-growing pile of fabric on the ground. You sat back in his lap, taking in the sight in front of you, your finger running down his chest to his toned stomach before landing on his hard cock. A groan fell from his lips as you palmed him through the fabric.
Finally fed up with your teasing touch, he grabbed your wrist, pulling your body flush against his, “Stop fucking teasing.”
“Then fuck me already.” The sas in your tone flipped something in Mingi. He wanted to be nice, to make sure you’d be left wanting more, to make you feel good. However, that plan flew out the window as he stood to his feet, taking you with him.
His grip was so tight on your thighs that you were sure that there would be bruises in the morning. The sound of his bedroom door crashing against the wall made you jump, but before you could even begin to question it, he threw you on the bed. You leaned back, looking at him with a cocky smile that Mingi so desperately wanted to wipe away, so he was going to do just that.
“On your hands and knees.” His voice was rough as he undid the button on his jeans. You didn’t give it a second thought before following his instructions, arching your back and giving Mingi the perfect view of your glistening cunt. You weren’t sure where all of this was coming from; maybe it was just lust, but you wiggled your hips, enticing him, which worked.
Mingi grabbed your hips before letting his hands travel across your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You whined into his pillows as you felt his cock against you, rubbing against your folds and clit. You pushed your hips into him, feeling the tip of his cock graze your entrance.
“You’re so needy, princess…” He chuckled as he grabbed your hips, stilling your movements, “Let me make you feel good.” You opened your mouth to say something, but the thought quickly left your brain when you felt him push into you. A high-pitched moan fell from your lips as he thrust deep inside you in one go, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you. He gave you just enough time to adjust before he pulled back until just his tip was left, then thrusts back in, eliciting a scream from you. His pace was nothing short of rough and fast, his thrusts deep. His tip kisses your cervix with each thrust, leaving you seeing stars.
“Min— fuck, fuck.” You chanted, any coherent sentences disappearing as tears broke from your eyes. Mingi watched with a smug smirk as you came undone under him, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the sheets.
He leaned down, kissing the back of your shoulders, one hand grabbing yours as the other stayed on your hip. “You’re doing so good for me, baby, so tight.” He groaned in your ear as you clenched around him.
A cry broke through your lips when the head of his cock hit that one particular spot inside your drenched cunt. He took note of your reaction before positioning his hip to repeatedly hit your sweet spot, leaving you a screaming mess beneath him.
“Mingi!” You screamed his name as his hand trailed around your waist, rubbing harsh, tight circles on your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m- fuck, I’m close, Min…” You whined out, your vision turning white for a moment as your whole body convulsed.
“I know, princess. Let go for me. Cum for me.” His voice was soft in your ear, and your orgasm hit not even two seconds later, mouth hanging open with silent screams. If it weren’t for Mingi’s grip on your body, you would have fallen flat on the bed.
He cursed under his breath as he stood straight, grabbing your hips with both hands. His hips pounded into yours at an animalistic pace, knocking all of the air out of your lungs. Sensitivity surged through your body as Mingi chased his own high, leaving you a whining mess as you reached back, grabbing his wrist, nails digging into his skin. After a few more harsh thrusts, he painted your velvet walls white, rolling his hips against yours and riding out his high until he came to a stop. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your racing heart, Mingi rubbing soft circles on your hips.
“M-Mingi…” You whined when he pulled out of your abused pussy, but you couldn’t help but feel empty and wanting nothing more than to have him stuff you full once more. As if he could read your mind, Mingi flipped your body with ease, hand finding your thigh and hiking it over his shoulder, his other hand moving to his still-hard cock, teasing your folds.
Then he was pushing into your dripping cunt, groaning as your walls clamped down around him and you whined, back arching at the new angle.
“Shit…” Mingi growled as he pulled out of you slowly, looking down to see the concoction of yours and his cum covering his cock. Then he was thrusting back into your cunt, the force strong enough to make your boobs bounce, a loud moan tearing through your lips.
Mingi's pace was nothing short of feral, driving his cock into your wet heat with abandon. Your hands flew to his wrists, trying to find anything to hold onto while he drove his cock into your pussy. The lewd sound of wet skin slapping made your head spin, a mixture of moans and cries of Mingi's name falling from your lips.
You let out a gasp when he leaned over you, latching his lips onto yours, and your eyes rolled again. The sudden change in positions was enough to make your brain blank out; any coherent thought that may have been left was now gone. Shockwaves were shot through your whole nervous system as he continued to roughly fuck into you.
"P-Plea—" You choked on another moan when he repositioned his hips, causing his tip to not only brush over your sweet spot but also kiss your cervix. You didn't even get a chance to warn him when your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your juices gushing out in waves, soaking his cock.
“Fuck princess,” He chuckled, but was cut off as you squeezed him rather tightly, nearly knocking him over the edge as well. The sight of your body convulsing under his was a sight he wished to imprint in his brain forever. Then, with a few more, harsh snaps of his hips, Mingi's cock twitched in your walls, ropes of hot cum spurting deep into your walls. His hips rocked against yours, riding out both of your highs until he came to a stop.
Mingi cursed lowly as he pulled his soft dick from your fluttering walls, watching as his cum mixed with yours spilled from your pussy, eyes following its trail down your thigh, pooling on his sheets. Your meek voice calling out to him snapped him out of his trance, looking up to meet your fucked out eyes. Your whole body felt sore, and you didn’t want to get up, but you knew you needed to get cleaned up. So you moved to sit up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.
However, before you could get too far, Mingi stopped you, “What are you doing?”
All of your movements stopped, worried that you upset him, hands in your lap, “I was gonna go clean up…”
“That son of a bitch…” He growled under his breath, combing his fingers through his hair. “Stay there.” He looked at you pointedly before grabbing his boxers and pulling them up his legs, before walking off into another room. Confused, you just sat there, fingers fiddling in your lap, thoughts started to swirl in your head.
‘Was he gonna come back and make you go home? Or was he upset that you hadn’t moved quickly enough?’
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Mingi’s hand cupped your face, making you look up, meeting his worry-filled eyes. He swiped his thumb under your eye, clearing the tears that you hadn’t even noticed were falling from your eyes.
“I got you, babygirl, just lie back for me.” His voice was soft and his hands gentle as he lay you on your back. Your face flushed red as he parted your thighs, his jaw clenched at the sight of the mess between your legs. He willed himself not to get hard as he cleaned the mixture of yours and his cum off of your body before pulling one of his shirts over your head.
He threw the washcloth in the hamper before climbing into the bed, pulling your body close to his. You couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed as his body warmed yours, his heart beating directly under your ear, but at the same time, you loved it. You love how he made you feel so comfortable, so warm, so seen, so loved.
Mingi’s lips on your forehead pulled you from your thoughts, making you look up at him. It was like one look in your eyes, and he knew exactly how you were feeling. He shuffled his body a little bit until he was face-to-face with you, caressing your cheek softly.
“Just forget about him, I’ve got you now.” His voice was sweet like honey as he pressed his lips against yours in a silent promise, and so you did. Not a single thought of Xavier crossed your mind as you drifted off to sleep in Mingi’s arms.
the room was filled with loud squelching sounds and a mixture of yours and san's moans as he bullied his cock into your slick walls. you weren't even sure how you had gotten to this point. what was just a normal movie night with sugar-filled snacks and soda turned into a very heated scene that closely resembled the one that was playing, forgotten on the screen of the tv.
"f-fuck, baby, you feel so damn good," san whined as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds while yours echoed in his ears. your freshly manicured nails dug into the already red skin of his shoulders, adding to the previously existing marks. you tried to respond to your dark-haired boyfriend, but all coherent thoughts fled from your mind the moment you felt him brush over your sweet spot.
"sannie!" you nearly screamed, back arching off the bed and allowing him to plunge even deeper into your wet walls. tears blurred your vision and pleas of being close fell from your slack lips, but san didn't stop, nor slow down.
"i'm sorry, love, you— nghh! fuck, your pussy is just too good." san breathed onto your skin, lips sucking deep purple and red marks along your neck and shoulder as he continued to fuck his aching cock into your walls, groaning when you tightened around him.
your high was racing up to you, threatening to knock you over the edge at any given moment. the tears that had been sitting in the corner of your eyes broke free as you clung to your feline-eyed boyfriend. when the smooth head of his cock kissed your cervix, you came without warning, body spazzing under san's as incoherent warbles fell from your saliva-slick lips. san gasped out, followed by a pitched whine when your walls tightened around him like a vice, begging him to never leave.
"holy shit," san whined, pulling his face from your neck to take in your fucked out expression, and that was enough to nearly send him over, but he still needed a little more.
moving a shaky hand from his shoulder to his neck, you pulled him down into a sloppy, spit-filled kiss. san's hands tightened on your hips, sure to leave bruises the next morning, but neither of you cared at the given moment. his lips trailed from yours down to your jaw before finding your collarbone, nipping softly at the skin and causing your back to arch again.
"s-san—" your words caught in your throat when he suddenly bit down on your collarbone, almost breaking the skin. a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through you, and your walls clamped around san's cock, finally tipping him over the edge.
"fuckkk…" san whined as he buried his face in your neck, teeth sinking into your skin once more as he fucked his cum back into your twitching walls.
tears spilled down your flushed cheeks, soft sobs falling from your lips as you clutched your stuffed rabbit to your chest. seonghwa's hands were planted on your plush hips, using them as leverage to fuck into your sweet cunt. he had already pulled three orgasms from your shaking body, but he wanted—needed—more.
"such a sweet cunt bunny, listen to how wet she is," seonghwa cooed, straightening his upper body as your pretty eyes fluttered open, tears sticking to your lashes. a deep chuckle reverberated through his chest when your grip on the little white rabbit tightened.
"h-hwa, please…" you breathed out, head falling back when he brushed over your sweet spot, and now you weren't even sure what you were begging for anymore, brain fuzzing over. that fog only intensified when he slowed his hips until his tip was pressing against that spot deep in your walls.
"right here, pretty girl?" the pink-haired male smirked, grinding his tip against your sweet spot. the motion pulled a series of broken cries and moans of seonghwa's name from your kiss-swollen lips. you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, but his grip was too strong—it was always too strong, and he kept you locked in place.
"fuc— nghhh! seonghwa!" Your screams echoed in the dimly lit room when your body locked up, your high crashing into you like a freight train. seonghwa moved his hand to your twitching clit, tweaking with the small button and pulling more of your sweet release out of your abused cunt.
"there ya go, bunny, I knew you could do it." seonghwa's lip twitched into a sickeningly sweet smile, and you could only whine, incoherent babbles falling from your lips. the rabbit that you had been clutching to your chest was now pulled up to your face, hoping to muffle your pathetic warbles.
with a click of his tongue seonghwa pulled his hand away from your slippery pussy, grabbing the stuffed animal and tugging it out of your hands. the gasp that you tried to let out was cut off by a moan when he delivered a particularly sharp thrust to your cunt. oversensitivity coursed through your body and threatened to overtake your body and soul entirely. however, seonghwa wasn't ready to let you slip away yet, so he leaned over your body until his lips were ghosting over yours
"don't hide your pretty face from me, baby." there was a slight whine in seonghwa's tone that had you clenching around him, and your hands flew to his forearm when he all but shoved his middle and ring fingers into your drooling mouth. "since you're so worried about them hearing, suck on my fingers, babygirl."
and you did just that, fingers wrapping around his wrist as he pressed against your tongue, his hips still pistoning into yours with brutal force. your sweet sounds were now muffled by seonghwa's ring-clad fingers as you came once more, but he didn't stop. no he wasn't stopping until he was sure you were thoroughly ruined.
