need to wear a collar while riding seungmin and have him call me a good girl 🤤
ooooo ohhhhh god.
warnings for below the cut: dom!seungmin, sub(brat)!reader, leashes, collars, established relationship, reader is called puppy (and a brat), lowkey dacryphilia, also crying that is NOT sexy (reader experiences a near-accident and cries as a result of the endorphins but seungmin lets her ride it out), pet play, seungmin is written as aloof, but please know he cares about reader! (mean!dom doesn’t mean uncaring!!!), uh… honestly this is kinda tame for what it is?
Seungmin thinks you’re cute when you struggle.
Inherently, it’s not mean. He thinks it’s adorable when you can’t reach the top shelves and have to ask for his help, or anything of the sort; he fights a mad case of cuteness aggression every day. Though it’s not always or even automatically mean, the fact that he thinks you’re cute while struggling in this instance is. Here you are — struggling to stay upright — and he’s amused, watching you lift and drop your hips in an attempt to ride him.
The collar around your neck jingles each time your ass meet Seungmin’s thighs. The sound of it would be embarrassing if you were less focused on your task. As it is, you don’t necessarily want to get distracted or mess up, not again; you’ve already lost the use of your hands tonight. Normally you’d plant your hands on Seungmin’s chest for stability, but you got a little carried away earlier during the foreplay and as a result, your wrists lie cuffed together against the small of your back.
Perhaps you’d also be pouting if you could stop moaning, but you can’t. Instead, you settle for pleading, teary eyes in hopes that Seungmin will stop and take it easy on you. You’re aware that it’s not that simple though; watching you cry is sort of what gets your boyfriend off in the first place. Lost in your thoughts, you slip on the upward and your body tilts off kilter. You can feel the way your eyes widen in shock, but before you can screech, Seungmin quickly makes a harsh tug against the chain in his fist — the one attached to the o-ring in the center of your neck. In response, you choke slightly, but your body stops falling, forced to stay upright lest you end up asphyxiating yourself.
You’re left whining, panting, the first few real tears falling from your eyes as the rush of adrenaline from nearly falling catches up with you. Seungmin clucks his tongue but says nothing, eyebrow raising when your little whines turn into ugly sobs. His dick kicks where it’s pressed against you, but he’s nice enough not to draw attention to it. He does let his hand smooth along your thigh as a means of comfort, waiting to see if you’ll safeword out. Contrary to how it would appear, Seungmin — though definitely mean — is not a sadist, nor is he inconsiderate of your needs.
“So,” he starts, once your ugly sobs have calmed down, “you said you didn’t need my help, huh? And how’s that working out for ya?”
“M-Min,” you croak, tears still leaking from your eyes.
“You’re such a big girl though, right? Puppy can do it all by herself.”
“Seungmin, —“
“Aht, wrong s-word, baby. Try again.”
“S-Sorry,” you sniffle, “‘M sorry.”
“I know you are,” he hums, winding the chain around his fist until you’re bent in half, face level with his.
He kisses your lips and cheeks, free hand reaching smooth your hair back, almost like a pet. You press into it, soaking up the affection. He laughs at your puppy-like behavior, indulging you briefly to make sure you don’t drop. Your brain’s a little fuzzy, but your body knows what to expect, so you’re helpful as Seungmin’s hands maneuver you around, successfully fitting his cock right back inside your cunt. Your mewl at being full again is involuntary, coaxed out of your throat by the slick slide of Seungmin against the tender walls of your cunt.
“You’re a brat,” he says fondly, wrapping you up in his arms, “but you’re my brat, yeah?”
“Y-yeah, yours.”
“Good girl, puppy,” he coos, letting you bury your face in his neck as he fucks up into you, punching nonsensical sounds out of your throat with each thrust.
Can you rank our skz babies from mtl submissive and what they’re like thank youuuu
i see them all as subs tbh, but here you go !! (w an explanation and what they’re like as subs at the end !!)
most
felix
jisung
hyunjin
jeongin
changbin
seungmin
chan
minho
least
felix is a sub hands down !! he’s a bottom too, i don’t really see him a service top tbh but he would never want to disappoint u or anything and he only wants to be ur good boy !! he prefers praise over degradation, and he might genuinely cry if you degrade him :(( be nice to the babe, he’s fragile !
jisung is like felix ! he’s not bratty at all, tho sometimes he does get a lil mouthy :(( all u need to do when that happens is remind him of his place n he’s back to being ur best boy! tho he’s not a brat, he wants to be treated like one, so degrading him, throw him around, etc, and he’d be the happiest :(((
hyunjin is also one of the top subs! he’s a pleaser n all he wants is for you to take care of him :( he’s sassy and definitely has a mouth on him !! he borders the line of being bratty and disobedient, but it’s all an act, he just uses it so u can be mean to him !
changbin is next!! he may look intimidating, but he really is just a sub ! take care of him honestly!! if you’re taller than him, then be defo has a size kink ! pls push the babe around like he’s ur toy and he’ll be happy !! he wants a mix of praise and degrading, too much degrading can send him into a negative headspace like subdrop :(( don’t be gentle w him unless he asks for it, he can take anything u give him !!
jeongin is next! because he’s the youngest, i think he’s less experienced on what he likes n disliked, therefore wants u to take the lead mostly and he trusts you to make him feel good! he doesn’t really have an opinion on praise or degrading, but u need to be rlly soft w him until he figures out what exactly he wants n needs!
seungmin is up next! i’ve not been stanning skz for too too long, but i think seungmin is a bit of a brat, and would need a harder dom to put him in his place! bb is intentionally mouthy just to push ur buttons ! he loves to rile u up and make you mad, just to see how far you’d go to punish him !! degrade him too!! he doesn’t want gentle, he wants you to rough him up !!
chan is next! he’s not here bc he’s one of the least subby (if anything he’s up there w felix) but i put him here because he can be more of a service top than the rest of the members !! he lives to please you, and just wants to make you feel good !! pls praise him, he’d get so red and stuttery!! he has a choking kink too :(( choke him while he’s topping you and he’d cum so quick :(((
and lastly, minho! he is no doubt a brat, hands down!! he’s like seungmin! he loves to push ur buttons all the time, he doesn’t care where he is or anything, he wants to push u to ur edge so u can punish him !! he has a think for rough handing as well !! choking, hair pulling, etc. he craves it all ! he only wants u to be gentle when he asks, n other than that he just wants u to use him like a pliant toy !!
Need to go into a puppy play sorta space with Channie real bad
Need him to put a sparkly collar on me and tell me how pretty I look while he rubs behind my ears-
RUFF RUFF
puppy girl agenda always! (sorry this got hella out of hand 💀)
warnings for below the cut; pet play (semi-heavy? there is a scene or two where chan’s treatment of reader is… more like she is an actual dog LOL but it’s not meant to be degrading), daddy!chan, sub(puppy)!reader, daddy kink, d/s dynamics, established relationship, dry humping, collaring, leash mention, subspace, mentions of knots and heat, praise, dirty talk…, erm… if i missed something just let me know!
Bang Chan is many, many things.
He fulfills many roles at the ripe age of twenty-seven; leader, son, and brother to name only a few. They’re all rewarding in their own right, playing strongly on his sense of duty. However, the most fulfilling duty isn’t being respectful to his mother, nor is it being a role model of a sibling or even being a strong, sturdy guide for the seven young men he chose to build his dreams with. The most rewarding job that he has is being a partner, a caregiver, and more specifically, your Daddy.
The way you kneel between his legs, all dilated pupils and parted lips, is a quite the sight for sore eyes. You look at Chan like he’s hung the moon, adoring and awestruck. It’s an ego booster — heady. Chan leads in every aspect of his daily life, but it’s different with you, especially within the confines of your bedroom walls. You trust Chan implicitly, and the thick collar that he’s currently placing around your neck is tangible proof of that.
“Pretty,” he compliments, stroking the skin above the collar. He watches the way your body almost deflates, tension bleeding from your muscles. “Just what my puppy needed, hm?”
You mewl, unfocused eyes gazing into his own. A nod and a slurred, “Yes,” is the only response you give him.
Strong hands curl themselves around the sides of your head, sliding over the skin behind your ears until the top of his fingers are pressing at the base of your skull. They press and massage the nodules there, and you can’t help but lean into it, neck going limp because you trust that your Daddy will be the pillar to hold you up. Chan smiles, wide and brilliant, as a coo makes its way past his lips.
“Look at you, baby. Feels good to let go, yeah?”
It’s a rhetorical question, so you don’t reply. You’re sure the answer is in your expression, anyway. You go down so easy for him these days, content to float away because Daddy will handle it all. Your unwavering submission makes Chan feel powerful in a way that satisfies his need to take care of those he loves, but also in a way that makes his cock stiff in his jeans. You’re his pretty baby, his good girl, his sweet pup. Chan will take care of you always; you don’t have to worry about a thing whenever your collar is on.
His nails scratch lightly at your neck and scalp, his own pupils dilating at the tiny pants you begin to let out. His chest starts filling with an aching sort of want; the more he scratches, the looser your jaw becomes, those tiny, puppy-like pants flowing out freely. You’re so cute; Chan thinks you’d look even cuter if you’d let your tongue fall out. Maybe he could make you yip for him later? Have you give him a little bark and wag your hips like a real puppydog. That’s for later though; right now is for taking care of you.
“Puppy,” your boyfriend croons, gripping your hair so he can tilt your eyesight to level with his. “Daddy’s gotta ask you a question, okay? You with me?”
It takes a moment. Your brain is pretty fuzzy, but you are cognizant of the fact that Chan is talking to you. You fight through the fog in your head to gain a little focus, just enough control to be able to look him in the eyes and really hear what he has to say. Chan waits patiently, a faint smile on his lips as he watches you come back down to earth.
“There you are,” he breathes, and your lashes flutter at the raspy, quiet bass of his voice, “Back now, sweet girl?”
“Mhm,” you answer, body buzzing in a state that feels like it’s somewhere between sleep and arousal. “Right here, Daddy.”
“That’s good. I just wanna know what you need, baby. You wanna play?”
You think about it for a second, and then a second longer. “No, no play.”
“Wanna go for a walk?”
You feel heat prickling your skin. The thought of sinking further into the clouds, letting Chan lead you around on all fours does sound enticing. You can hear the phantom jingle of the tags on your collar already. Still, it’s not quite what you want and you make that known.
“Mm, okay,” Chan hums in understanding. You don’t need to act out a scene, and you don’t need to slip deep into subspace.
There is only one other option and you’re both aware of it. Chan can tell you’re blushing, the heat underneath his palms as he slides his hands forward to cradle your jaw. Inside he’s smirking though his face remains impassive. How adorable is it that you have enough shame to blush even though you’re on your knees with a literal dog collar around your neck?
“Ah, I know,” he drawls, leaning in close, “Puppy wants to hump, doesn’t she?”
Your breath catches, embarrassment and desire churning in your gut. You feel shy, but it’s fleeting; there is no shame to be had here, you know. Chan is more than happy to indulge your needs, especially knowing that his own align with them so well.
“Is my pretty puppy going into heat?”
“Daddy,” you whine, “‘M not a real puppy.”
“Sure you are, baby,” he tuts, pinching your cheeks between the index finger and thumb of his dominant hand. “You’re my puppy, aren’t you?”
You hesitate, licking over your dry lips before answering.
“Yes.”
“So say it. Go on; tell me. Say, ‘I’m Daddy’s puppy’.”
“I’m D-Daddy’s puppy,” you say, squeezing your thighs together.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, nudging his foot into the small place between your parted knees.
“Now let’s take care of that pesky heat, yeah? Go ahead and lower your hips. You can hump my leg, puppy; it’s okay.”
“Daddy,” comes your whimper, hips dropping immediately, lowering all the down until you’re settled atop his foot.
Your hips kick forward at the pressure against your swollen cunt. It’s only then that you realize how wet you are, a tendril of shame curling in your gut knowing that Chan can feel it. Your arms encircle his lower leg to stable yourself as you rock, panting lowly because you’re finally getting that much needed friction against your sensitive clit. Chan grins, wolfish and hungry, and pets over your hair.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Y-Yeah,” you slur, a foggy haze of desire settling in your brain. “So nice.”
And it does. It’s a slick slide, the soft skin of Chan’s foot under the heated skin of your pussy. At the top of your rolls, you can feel the bone of his ankle, sturdy and unmoving as it holds its ground again your rutting. You can’t help your whining, feeling slightly out of your mind.
It’s going to be so easy to come like this.
“Shh,” Chan hushes you, urging you to rest your cheek on his thigh. “You just focus on coming, baby. Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet, yeah?”
You hum in agreement, rutting harder against Chan’s leg.
“Yeah, that’s right. Need you soft and relaxed for when Daddy stuffs a knot inside that tiny, little puppycunt of yours.”
hearing all the stories of lino's Big cock, being the boys best girls friend, hanging out with him one on one and he's just lounging and his legs are open wide; he's comfortable
and it's right there.
and everything the boys said just come rushing back and you have no choice but to ask, it really had no other thing to do but blurt out “Is it really that huge..?”
YES.
what would be so funny is lino just being… dense as hell. at least in the beginning. mr. “my cock is completely NORMAL”
warnings; crack, mental crisis over dick sizes, lino has a massive schlong, banter, friend shenanigans
“is it really that big?” you ask, heat gathering in your cheeks as you scrutinize the place between his legs. he’s not looking at you when he responds, but you can’t see that with your eyes glued elsewhere.
“is what that big?”
“well, you know…”
he glances at you then, eyebrows scrunched as he adjusts himself in his seat. it causes his cock to show itself, the full length of it stuffed along his leg. you squint harder, in full disbelief at what you’re seeing.
“no, i don’t fucking know,” he huffs. “are you okay? what are you even looking at?”
you catch his eyes then, before dropping your gaze back to his crotch. you can see him wave his hand out to try and catch your attention, but truthfully, you’re preoccupied at the moment. his cock can’t be that big, can it? surely your eyes are playing tricks on you.
“hello? what can’t be big?”
“your dick!” you exclaim, frustrated. “everyone keeps telling me that it’s huge and i didn’t believe them, but there it is! and like seriously, what the fuck, minho?! like why is there a fucking missile in your pants?!”
his face is blank, unexpressive minus the downward draw of his brows. you’re not sure if he’s processing or whatever, but you kind of actually want an answer. like, has he been walking around with that just chilling in his pants for the last ten years or something? it’s practically a miniature extremity — a third leg! — and he’s was just casually watching television like the matter isn’t dire.
“everyone,” he drawls, the tips of his ears heating, “has been saying my dick is big.”
you nod.
“my friends have been talking about my dick. to each other. saying it’s big.”
“well, yes—“
“it’s not that big.”
you gawk. “minho.”
“i don’t think it’s big,” he pouts, looking down at his lap. “it’s a perfectly average sized cock.”
“that is not average. it’s gotta be like eight inches soft.”
your words shock a laugh out of him, one that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. then it’s his turn to shock you, eyes full of mirth as he speaks.
I keep seeing those videos where the women flash the guy mid argument & was wondering how you think skz would react to that?
jeongin gives me.. wide eyes and a slow smirk and he’s not hearing anything else because boobies
jisung turns into a blushing n stuttering fool
chan is “hey! hey hey! why would you do that to me???” all whiny and trying to shield his eyes but ultimately forgets what he was saying because now he kind of wants to fuck
changbin is not distracted, have some principles u vixen!!! but he actually is distracted but he also does not wanna lose
minho continues the argument while staring at your tits
felix just blinks because he’s not sure what just happened
seungmin? king of being unfazed. it’s the autism.
hyunjin pulls an uno reverse because seeing ur tits for two seconds gets him mega hard and now ur both gawping stupidly like fish
thinking about chan writing on bubble about how he can’t sleep coz he’s so full of energy after lolla
and just imagine it being a classic scenario when he comes to his partner all restless and asks for some nice fucking to soothe the buzzing energy and tire himself out 🥰🥰🤭🤭
yeah 🥲
warnings for below the cut; banter, a lil solo!chan action, brat!reader, voyeurism and exhibitionism (it’s dark, but still), no actual sex, daddy kink (who’s surprised?), switch vibes, chan tries to handle himself but reader isn’t having it, post concert shenanigans, minho is mentioned but not in a sexual way, uh.. i think that’s all?
but chan is so good, you know? he’s so thoughtful. it’s late; he doesn’t want to bother you! his sweet baby, who stayed at the hotel waiting all patient for him while he was out being a big, famous idol. probably tries so hard to take care of it himself, works his cock near raw while he sits in the little chair in the corner, gnawing his lips until they’re swollen because he has to be quiet.
and you… you’re so in tune with him that he’s not left to his own devices for very long. you’re walking up sooner rather than later, patting the bed and mewling his name as you search for him.
“i-i’m here, baby,” he coos, breathless. “go back to sleep.”
the hand on his cock doesn’t stop; he can’t bring himself to make it stop, so the wet slide of his fist along his shaft is noticeable. you can barely see him in the dim lighting, but you know he probably looks worse for wear. your big, strong man, all pent up, flushed, and weepy, cock drooling in his fist because it’s just not enough.
“chan,” you call, voice laden with sleep and fondness, “c’mere, let me help.”
“b-baby, i’m buzzing,” he says, hand squeezing his cock tighter than what’s comfortable. “i’m— i’m not sure i c-can be easy. gentle.”
you sigh, flicking on the bedside lamp so that you can see him properly. you can’t help that your cunt clenches immediately at the debauched view, breath catching in your throat because bang chan has always been and always will be the sexiest man you’ve ever known. red smears down his neck and his chest, splotchy in appearance. the dusk of his nipples alone makes you feel insane, then there’s his unbelievable abs and those lithe thighs that frame his thick cock, which is red and angry in the ring of his fist.
you meet his eyes after you look over the entirety of him, lip rolling between your teeth as an ache begins to form between your thighs. you can see the energy in his eyes, that wild look he gets when he’s high off adrenaline and needs a release. he can have one, he does have one. you want him. and your cunt would feel much better than his hand anyway.
“i don’t remember asking for easy, or gentle,” you tell him, pushing down the covers and revealing your tiny, little sleep shorts to chan’s hungry gaze.
“b-but—“
“i said, let me help,” you say firmly, spreading your legs and sending those useless shorts riding up your thighs.
they press to the lips of your cunt, off centered, leg hole gaping just enough to show your boyfriend that you’re bare underneath. chan’s teeth ache, limbs twitching in aborted movements. you smile like a vixen, like you know you’ve already got him.
“isn’t that why you brought me along, daddy? to help you tame all that energy? to bury your cock in my pussy until you’ve fucked it all out?”
it’s not. that’s not why you’re here. your his baby, his girl, his good luck charm; he never wants to go anywhere without you. however, he finds himself nodding along anyway, grinding his teeth at the thought of burying his dick in your soppy cunt.
“then, what are you waiting for? my pussy’s not going to fuck itself.”
he growls, up on his feet in no time. you’re bold, talking to him like that and making him boil over with want. a brat, minho calls you, testing your luck and pushing chan’s buttons past the point of no return. luckily enough, your daddy likes that — maybe even a bit too much.
being innie's girlfriend and he asks his hyungs for help to fuck you dumb 🙂↕️
GRRRR. RAAAAHHHHH!!!!
warnings beneath the cut: semi-public sex, implied ot8 x reader, seungmin makes an appearance, brief smut, teasing, dubcon elements, banter, seungmin + jeongin are mean meanieheads (menaces!!!)
it’s inhumane of him, really.
he probably doesn’t tell you about it either, not explicitly. you two have likely talked about inviting the others before — in passing, none of the conversation being taken seriously. jeongin is a bit shy about his desires but he’s comfortable with you, so feels no shame in telling you that he thinks it would be ‘so fucking hot to see them wreck you’ in that little, giddy voice he gets when something sounds particularly exciting.
they all say yes, of course. they all have eyes, and jeongin is their baby— anything for him. and it starts with lingering glances, overly fond touches. nothing that alarms you or brings discomfort, but things that surely make you scrunch your brows in thought. you know they’re a touchy bunch, having lived together for the better half of a decade, but that hasn’t ever extended out to you— not this way.
you probably don’t know what’s going on until jeongin is fucking you in the open, the thrill of possibly being caught over riding your worry. you barely make connections when someone like seungmin walks in, and jeongin doesn’t stop fucking into you even though you’re smacking at his shoulders and squealing about how “seungmin is right there!”
“oh, don’t stop on my account,” seungmin grins, plopping down on the recliner across from where jeongin and you are.
“b-but,” you stutter, trying not to moan. you’re glaring at your boyfriend because, really? he’s still thrusting into you, rhythm barely faltering.
“don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on,” your boyfriend says, feeling your pussy clench. what a shithead.
“he— you. jeongin.”
“you’re so whiny,” seungmin responds, and you watch as he adjusts, legs spreading and showing off the bulge of his cock in his shorts. “can’t you shut her up?”
“not really,” jeongin laughs, “but i can make her be louder.”
seungmin snorts and you’re upset that your cunt clamps down on jeongin at the sound, a bark of nonchalance that makes you want to slap seungmin and ride him into oblivion.
“that works, too,” the other man says, eyes on you, “let’s hear how loud you can get, hm?”
you don’t think jeongin has ever fucked you as hard as he does after that.
And then Minho slams the door shut and makes to walk away but he hears you let out a particular sound and he can't hide the growing erection in his pants.
Eventually he finds himself leaning against the door listening to every sound you make and palming himself over his pants
minho would never walk away. definitely not on my watch!
— a continuation of this.
warnings for below the cut; mmf relations, chan’s lowkey a cuck (not really but the vibes are there), oral (f! rec), corporate jargon, subtle good!cop + bad!cop dynamic, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, bratty switch reader, sub leaning daddy chan, dom minho, banter, dirty talk, pet names, idk, i don’t think i missed anything lol.
Neither of you hear the door when it opens, the sound completely drowned out by your raucous noises. Besides, Minho is also insanely light footed when he wants to be. In fact it’s one of his many talents, coming in handy especially where you and your husband are concerned. You startle when his fingers graze the skin of your arm, making Chan look up from his task. He doesn’t quit moving his tongue though, seemingly unfazed by Minho’s sudden appearance. After all, there are only a handful of people who have keys to his office in the first place.
“I told you to lock the door,” Minho chides, stretching finger out to flick at one of your hardened nipples through the fabric of your dress. “Are you trying to force our staff into cardiac arrest, Mr. Bang?”
“Mmpf,” your husband hums, uncaring as he slurps away at your swollen clit.
“W-We did,” you whine, gaze finding Minho’s as he rounds the desk, taking a stand just to left of your husband. You blink at him with your fluttering lashes and pouty mouth as Chan continues to devour your pussy; Minho thinks he should win a medal for his immaculate restraint.
“We did l-lock it.”
“Then how did I get in here?”
“K-Keys,” you huff, curling your pretty, manicured toes against Chan’s shoulders. “Admit it! You just w-wanted to see Channie go to work.”
It’s quiet for a bit as Minho soaks in the sounds of Chan sucking hungrily at your pussy. You’re so responsive, pretty mouth spewing praises and panting, little, choked off moans getting caught in your throat. Chan’s really no better; the man uses his entire face from nose to chin to get you off and matches your moans with the sound of his smacking lips and prideful groaning. The two of you are gorgeous together — sinful — a live action reenactment of Minho’s wettest dreams.
“Got me there, princess,” Minho breathes, palming his own hard cock with one hand while the other slithers its way up Chan’s sweaty neck.
Your husband moans when long fingers press into the muscles of his neck, sending forth vibrations that dance along your clit. The fingers continue moving upward, playing in the sweaty curls that have begun to form at the back of Chan’s skull. Chan’s already got a fuzzy head from being squeezed between your plush thighs and Minho’s wandering hands are only making it worse.
“You know, boss,” Minho starts, tugging gently at the tendrils of Chan’s hair. “I’m a little miffed that I had to spend twenty minutes listening to some asshole rant about how having to reschedule last minute was ‘not only inconvenient but inappropriate and unprofessional’ while you get to be chin deep in hot ‘n ready cunt. RACHA Enterprises is supposed to be an Equal Opportunity Employer, is it not?”
You gasp, cunt clenching at the implication. “You want Daddy’s mouth, too, Mr. Lee?”
It’s Chan’s turn to gasp, face popping up from between your thighs. He turns his wet face to his best friend, puffy mouth and shimmering skin taunting Minho. Minho smears a thumb along Chan’s chin before he traces Chan’s full bottom lip, watching as your husband closes his mouth around the digit. Chan’s long lashes flutter and droop as he sucks the taste of you from Minho’s skin and Minho feels his own cock twitch in desperation. As tempting as it is to want to bury his cock several inches deep in the back of his boss’s throat, that’s not exactly what Minho had in mind.
“That would be quite the sight, wouldn’t it, princess? Daddy’s slutty mouth split open on my dick? Wonder what HR would have to say about that.”
“Yes,” you rasp, clit throbbing. You are bold enough to slip a hand between your legs, fingers caressing your abused clit in attempt to pick up where your husband left off. “Daddy’s mouth is s’good, Min,” you sigh, the slick sounds of your soppy cunt filling the silence, “Daddy gives the best head.”
“I know,” Minho says, eyes honing in on the expanse of pink, glistening flesh between your thighs. “I had to learn from someone, right, hyung?”
Your husband is so pink, shoulders and chest heaving with all his breaths. He hasn’t spoken a word, just fluttered his lashes and adjusted himself— a good boy just like he promised. You want to reward him, think about sliding off the desk and slinking to your knees, swallowing down that flushed, leaky cock of his until he spills heavy into your throat. In fact, you make to move, put your plan into action, tired of talking and tired of waiting.
“I didn’t say you could move,” Minho tsks, cocking his head as all his attention moves from Chan to you. You still in your place.
“Equal Opportunity, Mrs. Bang. Only right that I find out why Mr. Bang would cancel on the only client to potentially produce a contract worth billions.”
“Y-You,” you stutter, wide eyed full of faux fear and manic delight. Minho’s eyebrow raises, urging you to continue.
“Go on.”
You proposition him in a near identical way that you did with Chan, legs spread with nimble fingers spreading your lips, showing off your puffy-wet insides. Both men are smitten, locked in on your heat.
“Wanna eat my pussy, Mr. Lee? Find out what the fuss is all about?”
“I could do that,” he coos, and you suddenly remember he is far less lenient than your Daddy is. “But no, instead I’m going to teach you the lesson your Daddy should have taught you a long time ago, yeah?”
You shake your head, but your eager cunt gushes nonetheless.
“I’m going to tear that pretty, little cunt up while I do it, too. You know why?”
“Because brats don’t belong in the workplace.”
Minho smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners, pleased with your response. You are such a good girl when you want to be; it’s too bad he has to be so stern with you. Oh, well. Neither you nor Chan have ever had any complaints, so he doubts you’ll start now.
