Ahhhhh please please please can you do Pentagon’s reaction to rimming?? Your MX one DESTROYED me in all the best ways, and as little sub content as there is for MX, there’s even less for PTG :(
I know :(( I love my babies so much and they deserve so much love!
Pentagon's Reaction to Rimming
Jinho
He gets excited the moment you bring it up, probably pulling you close to immediately get started. He wouldn't mind moving it out of the bedroom either (as I mentioned in the pegging pentagon post, he would love to be bent over and fucked against any surface). For some reason I can't get the image of you rimming him while he's bent over the countertop out of my head. His feet barely touching the floor and his cheek pressing into the cold surface of the counter, all while you have his arms pinned behind his back to leave him completely at your mercy. He wouldn't be able to to anything but moan and beg for more as you aggressively fuck him with your tongue, your hand that wasn't holding his wrists would be alternating between squeezing and slapping his ass.
I don't know what it is about Jinho that just makes me want to absolutely destroy him, but I just do. (Another nice thought would be Jinho sitting on your face because again, he would look absolutely gorgeous above you)
Hui
I feel like this sort of thing would actually happen in a spur of the moment kind of way, ya know? Like, you would be getting ready to peg him again (something that had become an almost regular occurrence by now). He would be on his knees and forearms, letting out quiet whimpers as you left open mouthed kisses down his back, teasing him by massaging his ass with your hands. You would notice how his whimpers get higher in pitch the closer your mouth gets to his ass, making you curiously leave a quick peck between his cheeks. He'd gasp but slowly ease back into you with a quiet moan as you lick a harsh stripe over his hole. He'd bury his face in his arms out of embarrassment, muttering a small 'please' while arching his back. How could you possibly say no to that?
His moans and whimpers would sound so beautiful, even though most of them were muffled by his arms or a pillow, but he would never turn you down if you asked him to do it again sometime.
Hongseok
Surprise surprise, he'll be a brat the entire time. He enjoys the feeling of your tongue fucking him, more than he would actually like to admit, but he'll be complaining the entire time. He had given up pretending that he didn't like being pegged a long time ago (after you had threatened to never do it again since he hated it so much) and it's all he can think about while you're rimming him. He'll claim that your tongue wasn't enough and demanding you to get your strap. This leads to you edging him over and over again in hopes that he will learn to shut up. When that doesn't work, you grab a ball gag to quiet his insufferable complaints.
In the end, you ignore all of his complaints and make him cum all over himself. You tease him repeatedly afterwards, saying things like 'I thought you said it wasn't enough?' 'Look at the mess you made baby, are you sure my tongue isn't enough for you?'. He'd try to act like it doesn't phase him but the bright red of his ears tells you otherwise.
Shinwon
My god, he is so loud. By that, I don't just mean his moans. Once you had started rimming him, he would not shut up. He was a little flustered by the situation, so he ends up rambling about an array of different topics to fill the silence. You noticed that he had been talking because of how tense he was, so you made the decision to bring out the gag so he would instead focus on the pleasure you're giving him. Thankfully it works, and he ends up moaning loudly (well, as loud as he can with a gag in his mouth anyway) with his hands tangled in your hair and thighs shaking on either side of your head. Once he's finished he'll be asking how soon you could do this again.
Once you manage to take his mind off the nerves he feels and make him really take in the pleasure you're giving him, he'll start to wonder why you hadn't thought of asking him before.
Yeo One
Ever since you first pegged Changgu, he had been trying to find more and more things to try out and explore his more submissive side. He'd most likely be scrolling through PornHub or something when he sees it, eyes lighting up in interest when he goes to look up more about it. He would excitedly suggest it the next time you had him pinned beneath you, practically begging you for it. He was not disappointed once you had started. His knuckles would be white from how hard he would be gripping the headboard, eyes rolling back into his head as his hips were trying to grind back into your face as much as he could. He found that he liked it much better when you were rough, nails digging into his thighs to stop him from squeezing them around your head and making sure to leave bruises all over the lower half of his body.
After that night, it was much easier to get Changgu in the mood. All you would have to do was place your hand anywhere on his thigh or lower back, making him reminisce the feeling of your tongue abusing his hole as your hands left scars wherever they touched (he would even get turned on when you didn't want him to so good luck with that).
Yanan
While Yanan doesn't have much experience with this sort of thing, he's young and has a pretty high sex drive. Sometimes when you aren't there or he doesn't want to bother you, he may or may not watch porn to help him a little bit. On one of these particular nights, he had come across a video called 'Mommy Rimming Baby Boy'. His curiosity got the better of him and he ended up clicking on it. Long story short, you came home to see Yanan helplessly rutting into the sheets while thrusting his fingers inside himself. Once you saw what he was watching, you didn't hesitate to help him with his problem.
He gets very loud when you rim him and will probably be begging you to keep going even after he's already cum (which he will most definitely do without having his dick touched).
Yuto
To say he was caught off guard by your suggestion was an understatement. Normally he's very confident, but when he had finally agreed to let you rim him he was extremely flustered. He was so embarrassed, in fact, that he refused to let you take off the shirt he was wearing, claiming that he would feel too vulnerable and exposed (not that you hadn't seen him naked before (obviously), it would just be too much embarrassment for one night). He refused to look at you as you leaned down to kiss at his hole, making him gasp as he clenched around nothing. He managed to stay relatively quiet, save for a few whimpers or whines as he gripped the bedsheets for dear life. The second he made eye contact with you, however, the floodgates opened as his mind melted from the overwhelming pleasure he was receiving.
You were going to tease him for it after you finished, but felt your heart drop as you realized he had accidentally slipped into subspace (a very rare occurrence). He wouldn't be as embarrassed the next time you do it so you should prepare for extra bratty Yuto.
Kino
I can't be the only one that wants Kino to sit on my face, right? His thighs tensing on either side of your head as you aggressively fuck him with your tongue. He'd be desperately gripping your thighs as loud moans left his lips. You would probably have to hold him by his hips to keep him in place, otherwise he would be squirming too much for you to rim him properly. If you even think about moving away from him before he cums, he'll probably reach behind him to grab your hair and tug you back to where you were. This would absolutely lead him to a punishment later but you just decide to go with it for now, relishing in the sweet sounds he lets out.
Kino absolutely loves anything to do with you touching his ass; pegging, rimming, fingering, spanking, and anything else you could think of (though you might want to be a little careful with spanking because the man is very sensitive) so rimming quickly becomes one of his favorites.
Wooseok
You know this big baby will get excited the moment you bring this up. You'll really only end up doing this when you're prepping him to peg him but he still loves when you do it. It's just that whenever he feels your tongue thrusting into him, he feels the need to be filled with something bigger. After a few minutes of you rimming him, he'll start begging you to fuck him into the mattress. Of course, you would never say no to your precious baby when he asks so nicely like that, so you comply.
He really does let out the sweetest noises when you're rimming him though. Low whimpers and whines between his mantras of 'yes' and 'please'.
➣ I have never once thought about this duo outside of duets before this damn song - which I had to translate by hand because I couldn’t find any English lyrics for it. >_> thank you @re-sugance and @forevertrashforbae for letting me show off my translation afterwards like a proud kid lmao
➣ Reader is domme. I accept nothing less. | Warnings include: mentions of drinking, multiple descriptions of various sexual encounters, humiliation, handjob, blowjob, cockwarming, choking (slight), noona kink (kind of, it’s more of a title in general and less sexual), pain kink, mentions of spanking, multiple orgasms, edging, overstimulation, pegging, referenced size kink, exhibitionism (slight), biting, jfc it’s a lot but it’s all consensual | This is basically just a collection of different little scenes in the life of a Jinho/Reader/Hyunggu relationship 👀 If there’s typos I’ll just throw myself off a cliff because I can’t be bothered to proof-read, yikes
➣ “You’re making me nervous, kiss me slowly. You teach me love.”
You notice two minutes into the night that they are orbiting around you like planets, never straying too far nor too close. The bartender gives you a sympathetic smile but says nothing – no doubt he thinks you’re being hounded by two boys trying to win your heart.
The assumption wasn’t too far off, to be honest, but they’d already acquired your affections long ago.
The weight of the wine on your tongue was only mildly unpleasant – it was too sweet for your liking, but you felt their gazes on you every time you tilted your head back to swallow it, so you kept drinking. You noticed that while both of them were matching you drink for drink only Hyunggu was becoming more competitive – Jinho seemed more than willing to take a passive, backseat role to any flirtation. You didn’t necessarily blame him, either. Hyunggu got fiercely competitive when he got a few drinks in him (and it wasn’t like you were going to give one of them more attention than the other anyway).
“Noona.” Age had long ago lost its meaning to the three of you – noona was a title of honor, of power, one only occasionally used. Hyunggu slid into the seat next to you, finally taking the plunge to enter your orbit. He bites his lip in a way he knows makes him look sexy, looks at you through his lashes in an attempt to be seductive and demure. His body language aside from that is too open though, too cocky and commanding, so you don’t reward him with your full attention, keeping your gaze ahead.
“Yes, Hyunggu?”
You can see his pout from your peripheral and you hide your little smile behind another sip of red liquid. He was absolutely adorable sometimes, and oh so easy to play.
“You’re being mean.” He’s instantly sulking, and you just laugh softly at him, toying with the rim of your wine glass. “And you’re laughing at me -”
“Lots of people laugh at you.” Jinho has suddenly decided to appear – he looks somehow more at ease with a drink in his hand than he should, and suddenly Hyunggu is focused on him instead, like he hadn’t noticed what Jinho had looked like all night because he’d been so focused on you.
It’s endearing, you think, to watch the way his eyes gloss over as he takes in his hyung’s visage – you wonder if that’s how you look when you stare at either of them.
Hyunggu, always more proactive than either of you, takes the initiative and leans forward – you’re not sure if he actually says anything to Jinho or just breathes against his ear, but the elder stiffens and his gaze drifts, suddenly unsteady. His fingers stay curled around the stem of his glass until you gently pry them away, and then he stuffs them into his pocket where you can’t see if they’re clenched tight or trembling.
“He’s so easy to get riled up.” Hyunggu says this to you like it’s a secret he’s sharing, and you grin and nod at him, happy to pretend like you’re both conspiring together. Jinho just swallows hard and watches you both, the tables turned on him so suddenly that he’s not sure what to do except stand beside the two of you who were still sitting at the bar.
“We should take him home.” Your words could mean so many things, but to Hyunggu it’s a promise of fun and to Jinho a promise to be wrecked. You get a nod from Hyunggu in response, who leans in close to Jinho again, close enough to kiss – Jinho’s eyes flutter but Hyunggu just pulls away, drawing the elder towards him as he heads towards the exit like a moth to a flame.
The bartender seems thoroughly confused with the way this has turned out, but you just smile and place down the payment for the drinks, in an extremely good mood. It wasn’t like the two rarely got along, but it was always fun when Jinho was the one thrown off balance instead of Hyunggu.
Still, in the end, you were the one who always had the last say. It’s that knowledge that fills you with a power that makes you feel weightless as you move through the room, smile turning dangerous when you see your two boys waiting for you obediently at the door.
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It’s ten at night in some hotel room, and you’re busy edging Hyunggu while Jinho lounges serenely to the side. The energy in the space around you is a strange mixture of sleepy contentment and electric tension. You absolutely love the dichotomy between the two halves of the room, love and lust managing to coexist at the same time, similar but oh-so-separate from one another.
“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Your taunting cuts straight to Hyunggu’s core and his hips jerk under you, cock red and weeping viscous pre-cum into your hand. “Being so debauched and whorish with your hyung right over there, listening to it all. It just gets to you, doesn’t it, having one of your bandmates watch you get put in your place.”
“Dirty~” Jinho hums from his own hotel bed, impossibly cheerful as he flips between channels on the TV. He’s not really actively watching the two of you, though his gaze does occasionally flick over to look. Hyunggu just lets out a thoroughly pitiful sounding sob in response, twisting to try to bury his face in the pillow his head rested on – your hand on his neck stops him from twisting too far and he gasps, face red from a heady mixture of humiliation and arousal.
“Ple-ase –” Hyunggu is begging for you to stop, for you to touch him, for you to keep talking – he’s really not even sure what for at this point but he babbles anyway, tears collecting in his lashes, unshed.
“What does it feel like, knowing every time he sees you on stage, or has to sing a duet with you, he’ll just remember you moaning and begging to cum like some sort of slut?”
“Every time I see him on stage I’ll only be able to think about this.” Jinho confirms, voice chipper and upbeat, always ready to help you out – Hyunggu’s fingernails dig into your arm as he explodes, throwing his head back, painting his upper chest white. His hips stutter beneath your hands long after the initial orgasm and you lovingly swipe your finger back and forth over the head of his cock until he’s shaking and locking his jaw, cumming a second time from your teasing ministrations. The second time is weaker than the first, but he still bucks at the sensation, moans more like pleading sobs now as the orgasmic fire burns him from the inside.
Covered in sweat and cum, dark hair plastered to his forehead with tear-tracks on his face and spit-slicked lips – Hyunggu is wrecked and he stares at you unfocusedly, gaze drifting around the hotel room unsteadily as he comes back to himself. His grip on your arm has loosened but he hasn’t released you entirely, so you uncurl his fingers from your forearm and kiss his knuckles lovingly.
“You came a lot.” Jinho appears at the side of the bed, inquisitive and unbothered by the wreck that was his dongsaeng. “Woooow.” He drags the word out, sliding one digit through the mess of cum and sweat that had collected in the other’s collarbones. Hyunggu, ever so sensitive, shivers from the mere contact alone, his eyes fluttering open. As exhausted as he is, he looks at his hyung hungrily – you’re amused, and go about gathering his attention again. You know his body better than he does and he’s at his physical limit right now.
“He did well, right Jinho?” Your praise is followed by a kiss pressed to the younger’s hairline, and a responding sound of acknowledgement from the elder who cards fingers softly through Hyunggu’s hair. He’s a bit disappointed that Jinho didn’t take his bait but he settles down with a sigh pushed out through his nose, tilting his head back invitingly as you run a damp washcloth across the skin there.
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“Open.” You command Jinho and he looks up from his phone in confusion, dutifully opening his mouth anyway. His face lights up into a brilliant smile when you place a square of chocolate onto his pink tongue. Sweat sticks his clothes to his body and his hair to his forehead, and you think he is stunning.
“You’re ruining my diet.” He reminds you, focus back on his phone but smile still on his lips. You can tell he doesn’t mind your little interference overly much.
To be honest, maybe you were trying to ruin his diet – recently you’d noticed that whenever Hyunggu stretched you were able to count the individual ribs beneath the skin of his sternum, and it kicked your protective instincts into overdrive. You didn’t want either of your boys suffering like that, and while Jinho wasn’t nearly as thin that didn’t mean he was at a healthy weight. (You didn’t want any of their brothers in the same boat either. When you’d walked back-stage you’d given each of them some sort of candy or treat – even Hongseok, who you were sure had accepted just to make you happy. You were the favorite noona of the day because of that.)
Hyunggu had managed to escape you though, already off to get his makeup removed after the concert, so now you were sitting cross-legged beside Jinho, watching him watch his phone. He’d flick his gaze over to you every now and then, small smile widening when he saw you were still focused on him.
“You did well.” You praise, and he smiles with teeth and dips his head at you as he says his thanks. You always praised him after every performance and he always reacted just as genuinely as the first time. It makes your heart hurt with how much you love him.
When Hui sidles up beside you both you think he’s after more of your chocolate – you’re reaching for it when he nudges your shoulder, posture relaxed and open despite the knowing smirk adorning his face.
“We’ll be leaving soon, maybe twenty-five minutes or so.” It’s such a casual statement but his eyes glitter with amusement – he was probably the best wingman anyone could ask for, and you make a mental promise to think of a way to pay him back later. In the meantime you settle for thanking and giving him the remaining candy - he just laughs and says that he’ll probably get accosted now by everyone else instead of you. (Which works well towards your sudden plan, you both know.)
It takes another five minutes after that before you gently tug Jinho towards one of the many utility closets in the winding underbelly of the building, dodging past stylists and backstage workers who couldn’t care less where the two of you were headed so long as it didn’t interfere with their own job.
He whines at you that it’s a bad idea but almost outpaces you when you slow down, sulking as you pause to let a group slip by you, sweatier than Jinho, fresh off the stage. His gaze follows them for a split second, as if suddenly realizing where he was, before he goes right back to sulking.
In the closet he shifts from sulky indignance to compliant submissiveness, tilts his head to the side invitingly for your lips to press upon his pulse point. It’s always hard to refuse him when he’s like this, but you do anyway, pushing at his shoulders gently to back him up as far as he can go in the small space.
“You have makeup all over you, baby. I’m not putting my mouth anywhere above your neck.” Your words are, of course, met with a whine, but you place a finger against his lips to quiet him. When you pull it away it’s tinged slightly pink from the lip tint, silently proving your point. “Everyone would know if you went back out there with everything suddenly smudged.”
“Then what –“ He’s just so absolutely sulky that you can’t help but reach for his arm, pressing kisses to his forearm, up to his bicep. He goes silent instantly, swallowing hard, eyes wide. Simply kissing like this shouldn’t have been so.. erotic.
You can feel him stiffening against your thigh with every graze of your teeth over thin skin, and when he begins trying to grind against your leg you hike it up higher, watching with a piercing gaze as he tries not to make eye-contact with you. The way his eyes dart as he gets himself off gives you a warm feeling that coils contentedly in your chest, one that only grows whenever he locks eyes with you and instantly looks away, cheeks darkening.
His breath stutters and almost full-on stops when you reach for his slim-fitted pants – there’s not much room but you fit your hand inside anyway, not bothering to pull them down. Your thumb presses into his slit, leaking pre-cum, and he mewls pitifully at the feeling.
“Ahnn-n-no..” He tries to object but it’s a weak whisper, and his fingers curling around your wrist draw you closer instead of pushing you away. You step in front of him, slot one of your hips against his to pin him against the back wall, even as your hand continues its steady motion.
“No? Jinho, sweetie, do you want me to stop?” The words are spoken into the heated air between the two of you, and while you’d much rather say them into the soft skin of his neck you want him to be able to properly verbalize his response.
It’s a moot point anyhow, because he just squints his eyes shut and shakes his head quickly, almost frantically. His fingers tighten around your hand, as if afraid you’d decide this was a bad idea and leave him high and dry.
He didn’t need to worry about that – you nudge aside the collar of his ridiculously sequined stage jacket, nip at his inner shoulder. He tastes of sweat and bruises easily, arches into any of the sensations you deign to give him. The heat around your hand, shoved down the front of his pants, is humid and wet and you let him thrust into the loose ring your fingers have become, watching with predatory eyes as he ruts against your hand like some sort of horny teen, comes undone and bites hard into his wrist to stay quiet. (You sink your own teeth into the opposite side of his wrist and his moan manages to get out anyway, all of his weight against the wall as he fights to keep from collapsing.)
It takes little to no time at all to make yourself presentable again, but Jinho is a different story – no matter how outwardly casual he looks his gaze is still glassy, and dual teeth-marks dot one of his hands.
When you exit the closet Jinho tries to melt into your side, inconspicuous, when the maknae trio comes up to you to thank you again for the chocolate (even if Hyunggu hadn’t taken any in the beginning). You know he wants to escape to the bathroom right away to clean up and become orderly again, but he’s caged in by three of his dongsaengs, so he instead tries to take solace in the warmth of standing so close to you. In a distant corner of the room you can see Shinwon has, as predicted, stolen most of the candy you’d given to Hui.
It’s mostly Wooseok who’s thanking you, all big eyes and admiration, while Yuto stands slightly to the side murmuring his own thanks shyly whenever you turn your full focus to him. You find them both adorable, this youthful infatuation they have for you absolutely endearing.
Hyunggu just finds it funny, arms crossed as he watches them, Wooseok unable to stop talking and Yuto unable to talk at all. His gaze is stolen by Jinho though, and it takes him all of five seconds to send you an accusatory glance after taking in the way Jinho is still slightly red-faced, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, gaze flicking between different occupants of the room at random intervals.
You just send him a serene smile. If he hadn’t avoided you earlier then that could have been him.
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It was a running joke that Hyunggu was overly sensitive, cried too easily – you were used to seeing him tear up suddenly at some sweet thing either of you did or said to him. Jinho teased him relentlessly for it, poking at his cheek playfully while calling him ‘the cutest baby’. (The irony was not lost on any of you that Jinho was arguably smaller and more baby-like than anyone in the room, but it always made Hyunggu smile again anyway, which was the aim of the comment.)
During sex he cried just as easily, quick to tears if edged or over-stimulated, full on sobbing whenever he got the paddle. It was one of your favorite things about him, how responsive he was to everything, how unashamed of these things he was.
So, in short, Hyunggu crying was never really an issue and usually not a cause for concern.
It’s when you get home and he sees you, smiling and shining with love seconds before he crumples, voice evaporating midway through “welcome back” that you know there’s something seriously wrong.
He’s not laughing it off, his fingers clenched into fists as he ducks his head and clenches his eyes shut, shoulders hunched and bending inwards as if he was trying to physically protect his vulnerable front from the world. He tries to speak again and ends up just cramming one of his fists against his teeth, trembling.
“Oh, honey..” You have to draw him into your arms since he doesn’t move towards you at all, and he resists at first, keeping his arms stiff at his sides while simply resting his forehead on your shoulder. “What happened?”
It’s your question that gets to him, and he melts into your warmth, hands flying up to clutch at your sweater. You cup the back of his head and let him cry into your neck, his sobs nearly silent but still just loud enough you can hear them.
It’s breaking your fucking heart.
He never does answer your questions, just eventually stops crying and keeps his arms wrapped around you while you go about your tasks until you finally give up and sit down on the couch with him, letting him curl against your side. He falls asleep almost instantly, tear tracks on his face at heartbreaking odds with how relaxed he now looks.
When you ask Jinho about it later you get vague explanations – the elder is clearly keeping anything regarding the issue close to his chest, and eventually you stop pressing. As annoying as it was to not know, you understood why he was so intent on keeping it private, especially if it involved their career. (And while his not-an-answer-answer didn’t totally sate your worry, you knew Jinho was just as capable of taking care of Hyunggu as you were, and you trusted him to make these kinds of decisions just as he trusted you to do the same.)
Later that night Hyunggu automatically gets the middle position in bed – he blushes intensely at the combined concentration on him, usually so cocky about being the center of attention but shy this time in the wake of his breakdown, hides his flush in Jinho’s shoulder as you kiss down his neck with tongue and teeth.
Everything is kept soft that night, sweet and sensual, and when Jinho slots his mouth against Hyunggu’s you watch them in a sort of lovestruck daze. Despite all the hardships, you really never thought it possible to feel this happy and content in life.
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You press a hand on Jinho’s lower back and force him into more of an arch, fucking into him aggressively – he splays out his hand in front of him and sobs, cock dangling heavy and abused between he and the wall. His hands are in fists after having been ordered not to touch himself, and it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard when all he wants is to reach down and wrap his fingers around himself, a single touch is really all he needs to finally get the release he’s seeking –
It’s almost painful, how often you can hit his prostate dead-on with your infamous strap-on, and he bites his tongue hard enough he tastes blood. A few rooms away are the rest of his members, Hyunggu included, and while it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t been caught before (you were still apologizing to Changgu for what he’d walked in on) it still sent a sharp thrill down to his stomach to try not to get caught again.
Not that it was easy – he wasn’t exactly known for his deep or quiet voice. You were pretty sure he’d been heard more often than you’d been caught.
“I’m –“ His voice is thin, and he has to swallow once before beginning again, body stiffening after a particularly hard thrust. “I’m so – so close..” The moans he’d been fighting so hard to keep silent slip from his mouth as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, stalling your hips in favor of taking his cock in hand. In seconds his release is covering your hand, dripping down your knuckles – he reaches to help keep the mess minimal but ends up just gripping your wrist tightly, head lolling back and eyes closing.
Jinho slides down the wall to his knees once you pull out, full-body trembling as he rests his forehead against the smooth, cool surface. He’s breathing hard, shoulders heaving as he sucks in deep breaths. Your rake your fingers through his hair and he lets out one last soft moan at the feeling, how impossibly tender you are with him now that you’d completely wrecked him.
“You did well.” Your praise is like a physical balm to his exhausted body, the kiss you drop onto his lips as you hand over tissues a type of physical warmth that envelopes him and makes it impossible for a content smile not to linger on his face.
You can’t help but laugh softly after checking your phone, which garners Jinho’s attention as he pulls his clothes back on. When you show him your screen he just smiles even more and murmurs something softly about sensitive maknaes always needing attention, a scoff to his voice that doesn’t quite match his fond expression.
Hui’s text to you is stark black against the white background: Whenever you’re done corrupting our hyung you need to come out here and console Hyunggu, he’s been sulking ever since he realized what you two were doing :(
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Hyunggu makes a soft sound and you glance up at him, knee beside your face bouncing anxiously – he’s looking back at you dazedly, dark hair ruffled from where he’d pushed his hand through it moments before. His teeth dig into his bottom lip and his fingers curl against the edge of the studio’s desk. His phone sits forgotten somewhere on its surface, his promise to start a V Live completely abandoned. An old recording of a live performance from Ella Fitzgerald plays quietly in the background, a track he’d intended to use as background music for the stream.
You smile and rest your head against his thigh, thumbing the head of his cock lovingly, reveling in the way his hips roll minutely into it. His breathing has turned harsh and all you’ve done so far was wrap your hand around him.
“You knew what I was going to do when I got down here.” While you’re speaking his hand reaches towards you, but a sharp glance has it hesitantly freezing before gripping the arm of the chair instead. “Didn’t you?”
He swallows hard once and nods, eyes so infinitely dark that the light reflects off of them in little astral bursts. “Y-yeah..” His voice is rough, and you drink in the sound of it. “I just – I mean, it was kind of.. hard to imagine – to come to terms with you really doing it..”
“Relax.” Your murmur is soft, and he glances at the studio door once – the unlocked studio door. He makes no move to change that. “I just want you to feel good before you meet Universe, yeah? You look so tense right now that you’d just worry them.”
You know some of the tension is because you’re right there, mouth inches from his cock and fingers looped loosely around it, but you can’t accredit yourself for all of it. He’s been undeniably strained ever since the fansign was canceled, a tightness to his shoulders every time they had to go out and perform for the cameras without an audience to dance for – not to mention the fact that ever since promotions had started he’d kept himself busy enough that the two of you hadn’t had any solo time together for about two weeks.
“So, I’m going to make you orgasm.” You say it straight-forwardly, eyebrows raised, waiting for an objection – you never get one. Hyunggu instead just shifts lower into his seat, trying to mentally prepare himself.
He knows, the moment he feels the first blindingly hot stripe licked up his cock, that he could never have been prepared.
Two weeks of abstinence has left him sensitive and more desperate than he realized, and he’s almost embarrassed by how quickly turned on he gets, the feeling of his pre-cum mixing with your saliva making his head spin.
One of his hands is half-covering his face while the other clutches at his side in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, anything – when you offer your hand it takes mere seconds before his fingers are interlacing with your own, a grounding, loving connection even as you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper.
He swears he’s fucking dying.
There’s a fire in his stomach, pure white-hot flames licking at his muscles, his skin, causing sweat to collect under his shirt, and the tightness in his shoulders and neck can’t compete with the feeling building up in his hips, bone-deep and aching. He can’t do much else than breathe harshly out through his nose, eyes falling shut. It was too much effort, energy, and focus to keep them open, and he feels so completely ripped apart by your tongue and lips and fucking mouth that any of the usual sounds he makes have been stolen from him, replaced by wheezing gasps of pleasured pain.
He doesn’t manage to warn you he’s close verbally, but you recognize it anyway – his entire body locks, fingers crushing your own, and you have just enough time to pull your mouth off of him so he can cum in your hand.
Between each gasping heave of his chest he murmurs a thank you, until his words run together and he bites his tongue to stop from sounding like even more of a fool in front of you. He can feel your lips pressing tender kisses against his cock even as you clean your hand off, and he can’t stop the way he shakes at the feeling.
Tears are caught in his lashes by the time you’re finished, and you cup his feverish face in your hands and draw him towards you, pressing more kisses against his eyelids. He is an absolute wreck, emotionally and physically, so when you try to remove your hands and he grasps for them and keeps them pressed to his collar you let him do as he pleases.
“You feel better, sweetheart?” Your words aren’t answered, but you keep talking all the same. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Perfect and wonderful and talented, and so so good. You know I love you, right? Because I do, so much, Hyunggu, I love you so much.”
He sniffs, finally pulling one of his hands away to scrub furiously at his face, a watery sounding laugh escaping him – and you know he’s okay now, safe to be left on his own. Still, you linger in the room until he’s fully composed, checking his appearance in his phone’s camera. When he catches you watching him through it he smiles, a genuine smile that drags at your heart and makes your knees feel weak.
“I love you too.” He’s saying it late, but that doesn’t mean he means it any less. When you press your lips to his all you can think of is how you’d give anything to make sure he kept smiling like that.
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Love, you think, can be shown in many different ways. One of the biggest is seeing Jinho under the covers, nestled down on his phone, waiting for you to come and join him before he falls asleep.
“You should have gone to sleep!” Your chiding is gentle and so affectionate that it loses any edge you’d wanted it to have had. “You’ve been complaining about being tired so often – why wouldn’t you take advantage of any free time you had?”
“It’ll be better with you.” His answer is so direct and short that you can’t help but laugh – his face crinkles into a smile at the sound, and he pats the empty space next to him invitingly.
By the time you’re ready to crawl into bed with him he’s become restless, and as soon as you’re semi-laying down you find yourself being clung to. His head rests easily on your chest, fingers curling into your night-shirt, lashes dark against his skin as he heaves a sigh that relaxes his entire body.
“Sweet dreams.” You whisper your words into his hair, one hand at the base of his skull and the other on his back. He doesn’t respond with much more than an acknowledging hum, already slipping into a deep sleep.
You’re not tired at all, but you settle down anyway, content with stroking fingers through his hair. The resulting silence is almost suffocating, but you don’t find it uncomfortable – there’s a warmth in your bones that isn’t from the blankets or the body on top of you, a harsh lurch in your chest that flows through your veins. It’s almost staggering how much you care for the man asleep on you.
Yes, love didn’t have to be verbally exclaimed. Actions could show your devotion to someone just as well.
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“Stay still now, honey.” You smooth a hand over Hyunggu’s sweat slicked chest, his breathing an endless staccato that matched in time with the fluttering of your innermost walls around his thoroughly abused cock. “Just relax.”
It was so easy for you to say that, laying yourself down on top of him and pillowing your head on your forearms across his collarbones, a comforting weight that would have been soothing if not for the blinding heat surrounding him. Every time he started to relax one of you would shift and painful electric shocks would shoot through his nerves all over again.
“I’m not good at this sort of thing..!” Hyunggu’s mewls are lost to your lips, and he switches from whining with words to letting out pathetic sounds into your mouth, pliant despite his protests. He can already feel himself hardening again despite knowing it wasn’t what you wanted.
“Baby, I’m not in the mood to go again.” Pet-names flow from your mouth like a stream as you apologize, pressing kisses against his cheeks and temple. “I thought you’d be able to handle this sort of thing by now.” More kisses are dotted in between his shaky “me too”, and his sucked in breath becomes a thin and fragile moan as you slowly rise up and off him. “Maybe you’ll get lucky, sweetheart, and Jinho will –“
“I’m back!” The very first thing he’s greeted with upon arrival is the sight of Hyunggu staring at him hungrily as his essence drips from your slit in viscous rivulets. His cheerful, upbeat demeanor is frozen on his face as a congenial smile, even as his mind flashes to dark places and he swears he can suddenly taste the combined arousals from the both of you on his tongue.
“Broke him.” Hyunggu’s soft laugh is breathless and aroused, even as he pushes himself up and tries to cover his bottom half with the sheets, as if being shielded would make everyone forget about how red and wet his cock was at the moment.
Jinho’s gaze locks with yours briefly, assessing the room – at your small nod his fingers are unzipping his jacket, losing it to the floor somewhere as he tugs his shirt over his head. Fading bruises swarm his naturally tanned skin, still a bit purple but not nearly dark enough for your liking. You’d gotten so much shit for that, from his stylists and bandmates and everyone else except for him who had worn them with a type of embarrassed pride, ducking his head and not looking at all upset that he’d had to cover up for their performance.
The bed dips as he crawls onto it, Hyunggu’s swallow audible in your ear as Jinho reaches for your bare calf tentatively, settles on his stomach and rests his head on your crossed ankles. He’s always been the more obedient one, knowing that he’d end up more satisfied if he played by your rules.
“You should learn from Jinho.” Hyunggu scoffs at your words, wrapping his arms around your waist. You can feel the tension in his forearms threaded across your midriff, the way his hands grip at his own skin to keep himself from taking the pleasure he wants so badly. Jinho, meanwhile, has crawled up your body with the behest of a single one of your fingers hooked beneath his chin, gaze glassy.
“I’ll clean up after him..?” Jinho’s statement shifts to a question last second, dark eyes switching to his dongsaeng briefly – there’s a strange feeling at parodying the hierarchical ladder they usually exist in, the idea that as the eldest hyung Jinho had to clean up after the messes Hyunggu made. It feels.. wrong, in a very satisfying way, to apply that logic to a sexual encounter.
At a nod from you his tongue darts out, tentative and shy at first – you let out a sigh of encouragement and contentment, fingers threading through his dark hair. He tilts his head into your hand and closes his eyes, shuffling forward the last few centimeters so he can attach his lips to you. Hyunggu’s chin has come to rest on your shoulder as he watches Jinho work with eyes that are equally dark as they are sparkling, intense hunger for the moment overridden by a sort of awed reverence as he observes how his elder pays tribute to you.
Even once you are clean he doesn’t let up, continues to lap and suck as he was instructed until you are content and release your grip on his hair, fingers trailing down his cheek to his chin. Lips slick with saliva curl into a smile at your gentle touch, eyelids fluttering open.
“Take notes, Hyunggu.” Your words are lost to the younger, who was still staring at Jinho intently with eyes blown wide – whether or not he was going to be able to recollect any of this was up for debate, more likely to remember everything as a blur of sexual need.
“I think he does an okay job already.” Jinho’s voice is slightly rough as he speaks, grinning widely when you shoot him a look before becoming conveniently focused on taking his pants off. Your gaze burns into his back as he does so, filling him with a giddy sort of excitement. He knew you weren’t actually upset, maybe a bit miffed at most.
“Just come here, you mouthy little thing.” You reach out to him and he goes to you instantly, posture suddenly less open, doing his best to fade into your commanding aura. His body language was always so easy for you to read, even without the very obvious sign of his arousal out on full display now.
Jinho nestles onto his back, squirming a bit until he’s comfortable – he doesn’t stop squirming until you wrap an arm around him and guide his head to rest on your inner shoulder, a convenient place for him if you want to be able to drop a kiss to his temple. (Or just an easy way to make him feel small and protected all over, since he could turn his head and have it buried in your chest with your arms around him.)
Hyunggu’s plastered against your back, practically vibrating at this point, his cock an annoying bother poking into your side. Jinho notices his intense gaze and flushes, amused and embarrassed in equal measure.
“I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or eat me.” Jinho’s comment has Hyunggu flushing this time, ducking his head – it wipes away the ravenous expression that has lingered ever since Jinho got home, replacing it with a type of happy embarrassment. Being teased by one of you always made him feel warm inside, accepted, instead of ridiculed.
“Fuck you.” He promises, and then dips his head to nip at your shoulder impatiently. You can feel his tongue dart out against your skin before he’s trailing open-mouthed kisses towards your neck, too riled up for his own good.
“Then you’re focused on the wrong person..” Jinho’s grumbling is met by your laughter, a gentle tug at the crook of Hyunggu’s arm to direct him away from you and towards his real goal. A bruise blooms along the gentle sweeping of Jinho’s hipbone, left behind by Hyunggu as he gets into position. His fingers frame it nicely, surrounding but never pressing down on it.
“Fuck..” It’s more a whimper than anything else, Jinho’s nails digging into your arm as you press kisses to his furrowed brow. Hyunggu trails his hands up his hyung’s side, willing him to relax, to take all of him. A low groan is tugged from Hyunggu’s chest at the feeling.
Jinho squirms once Hyunggu bottoms out, clearly uncomfortable – it’s not uncommon for him to take a while to acclimate to the stretch, and the two of you have become pros at soothing him until he does. It takes a little while, but between your soft caresses against his face and Hyunggu’s open-mouthed kisses against his neck his shifting becomes more needy and less pained.
To be completely honest, you were incredibly impressed with Hyunggu’s self-control – for someone who had been so horny he’d barely remembered the need to prep he was being immensely tender to Jinho, holding as still as possible until he was given the okay to move. Even over-come by lust he was always so thoughtful.
“Perfect boy.” The compliment comes out instantly, not directed at either of them but instead just said to the room – Jinho, feeling exposed, tucks his face into your shoulder while Hyunggu lowers his head and smiles, edges softening just a bit at such blatant love.
You apologize for killing the mood by wrapping your fingers around Jinho’s cock, paying extra attention to the pre-cum trailing down its side – it causes a chain reaction of movements that culminate in hands grabbing hard at hips and mouths falling open helplessly, a beautiful display of the best kind of agony.
Lithe fingers tug at yours insistently until you allow them to take your place, dark eyes watching you as you watch Hyunggu take over. He’s more aggressive with his touch than you are, falling into the same pace his hips are making, and Jinho’s moan gets lodged in his throat as a choke, muscles tightening.
“Ohh –“ Hyunggu’s back bows and his forehead knocks against Jinho’s collarbone, hips pressing as close to the elder as he can – you can tell by the way he’s just folded that the orgasm took him completely by surprise. Jinho, even with his eyes squeezed shut and his mind somewhere far away, pushes his hand through Hyunggu’s hair comfortingly. It makes your heart ache with adoration.
“Hyunggu, baby, Jinho hasn’t cum yet.” Your gentle scolding has the younger trying to move again, rising up on trembling forearms, weak thrusts that are uncoordinated and shaky yet make Jinho cry out all the same. “I know you must be so sensitive by now, you’re doing so good.”
Jinho’s bottom lip has been torn to shreds and his hips roll against Hyunggu’s, doing the job for him as he chases after his orgasm with a single-minded mentality – his eyes are squeezed shut but he still turns his face into your shoulder, pants open-mouthed against your bare skin as you hug him closer to you.
“Can’t –“ Hyunggu is shaking, his head bowed and back arched, shuddering – everything is too much for him now, pleasure white-hot and bursting across his vision in a way that makes him more than dizzy, makes him feel close to fainting. He knows he’s supposed to be doing something, moving his hand for some reason, but he really can’t remember why anymore – he feels slender fingers wrap around his own, his hyung’s fingers, and they’re moving again and Jinho is moaning louder now and he’s not really sure what’s happening with the way his head is spinning but he’s glad Jinho sounds like he feels good. “I can’t –“
“You can, baby, I know you can.” You hold out your free hand, the one not on Jinho’s shoulder, and Hyunggu cranes his head towards it and presses a kiss to your palm, lets your thumb slip past his plush lips. “Just a little bit longer.” His silent moan can be felt vibrating through your fingertip, hips twitching. Jinho is still making enough noise on his own for three people, the hand that’s not occupied curled so tightly into the bedsheets you’re almost positive they’ll be cramping later.
He stops moving entirely when Jinho seizes and then thrashes violently, the same fingers that had been guiding his hand now wrapped so tightly around them that they begin to lose feeling. (He manages to crack his eyes open to send you a grateful glance when you reach out and loosen them, drawing Jinho’s hand into your own instead.)
Jinho’s pants are high and exhausted, covered in his own cum and sweat from exertion, and you can tell from the way Hyunggu’s biting his lip that he isn’t going to be able to crash over the edge himself this time – you quietly tap his shoulder and all the tension drains out of his body immediately as he takes your cue to finally pull out. He and Jinho make a sound that is so surprisingly similar you wonder which one of them picked it up from the other.
“So tired..” Hyunggu collapses across Jinho’s legs and neither of them move after that – you stifle a laugh and disentangle yourself from them both, going in search of washcloths and comfortable outfits they could easily pull on.
It’s a bit of an ordeal to work around two limp and exhausted bodies, but as someone who was used to dealing with two idols who were constantly over-worked (or over-sexed) you had it down to an art form, and both of your boys are fast asleep in a tangle of limbs under the covers and in soft clothes in short order.
It gives you time to settle down next to them and just breathe, safe in this little pocket of time and space the three of you had managed to carve out and solidify for yourselves. When you glance over at them they’re dead to the world, and to be completely honest you’re not totally sure where one of them ends and the other begins. You like it that way, though.
In fact, you liked everything about this, the way they made your life feel a little brighter or warmer, how it was so easy to connect with one or both of them despite how rarely your projected paths would usually cross unless one of the three of you didn’t actively change courses to make it happen.
The gravity that love had was seemingly inescapable, and you were immensely grateful for it.
👀 I usually don’t make requests off anonymous but you’re amazing and I want you to know I fully support you lol. It says in your masterlist that you take requests for Pentagon, and that one of your favorite kinks is pegging (bro me too) so can I ask for a first time pegging the members pentagon reaction?? Your Monsta X reaction KILLED me, I just love your blog, it’s my new second home lmao 💝
Thank you so much, that means a lot to me 🥺❤! Sorry it took so long, I had a little bit of writers block in the middle of it but I hope you like it bby! ❤❤ I also didn't add Dawn because he's dating Hyuna and I feel uncomfortable writing smut about people who are in relationships.
Pentagon's Reaction to Pegging
Jinho
This might just be a personal opinion, but I think Jinho is one kinky little fucker. That's why I think he would have been the one to bring up pegging to you, he might've even brought it up almost as soon as he found out you preferred being dominant. While he loves to be babied by you and treated like your precious baby, he also likes being roughed up a little bit. You can't tell me this boy doesn't like being manhandled, his height makes him perfect for it. That's why he loves being pegged so much, it makes you so much more controlling over him. Fuck him against a wall, a table, the couch- he's alright with anything. Though one of the most beautiful sights would be him riding you, he looks like absolute perfection. The beautiful, high-pitched moans he would let out would definitely make you speed up, eliciting more beautiful noises from your beautiful boyfriend's lips.
To say he loves pegging would definitely be an understatement. He just loves the feeling of feeling so small beneath you, or above you because he would seriously look gorgeous when riding you, as you ruthlessly pound into him.
Hui
The sweetest babyboy. Since he's the leader, he likes to come home and be taken care of instead of having to run around taking care of everyone else. The topic of pegging came up once he had told you that he wanted you to be a little rougher with him after a particularly tiring day of practice. You decided you would let him look through your toys and decided what he wanted you to do. You were more than pleased when he had come back with your strap-on in his hands, his face a bright shade of red. It wasn't long before you had him in the bedroom, whining as you stretched him out with your fingers. When you had finally entered him, after what felt like hours of teasing, he threw his head back with a loud moan. The beautiful noises he let out made you move faster, leading to him almost crying in pleasure as you pounded into him with one of his legs thrown over your shoulder. The delicious moan he let out as he came spurred you on to make him do it again, leaving him in tears with drool seeping out of his mouth once you were done with him.
If we're being honest with ourselves, we all know this man would live for being teased and overstimulated. Since pegging makes him more sensitive, he will practically beg you to fuck his ass, which is a beautiful sight.
Hongseok
Brat #1. This boy will get on your nerves to the very end. He is used to being dominant with his past partners, so making him submit is a tough battle. When you had asked him how he felt about pegging, his words contrasted with his eyes that were full of desire. You decided to bring out your strap when you were punishing him again, making him wiggle his ass, which was stained red from how many times you had spanked him, in your direction from his place on the bed. He made delicious sounds as you pounded into him, though he still refused to listen to you, trying to hold back his moans once you had told him how pretty he sounded. You ended up edging him over and over again until he was crying and begging beneath you.
Of course he would never admit it, but he loves the feeling of you pounding into him. He loves it even more if you absolutely destroy him, he likes feeling like nothing beneath you (though he wouldn't admit that either).
Shinwon
Another sweet babyboy. He had been the best for you all day, taking your teasing touches and seductive whispers while out with his members, so naturally you let him choose how he wanted to be rewarded. You had him pressed against the door as soon as you got inside, leaving marks along the skin of his neck as you asked him what he wanted. Both of you seemed surprised as he told you he wanted you to fuck his ass. A few minutes and one long make-out session later, he was moaning desperately into the sheets as you thrusted into him with your strap-on. He is naturally very loud in the bedroom, but it had never been enough for you to gag him- that is until you started pegging him. You don't have to gag him necessarily, but you can still hear his noises clear as day even with his face shoved in his pillow. The only time you should peg him without quieting his moans would be when your neighbors are on vacation, because if you don't there will definitely be a noise complaint.
While Shinwon does love pegging, you should definitely be careful when you do it. You tend to get lost in how beautiful his moans sound that you don't think about the awkward conversation you have to have with your neighbors the next morning.
Yeo One
Since Changgu is such a romantic, I think he's a switch. The only thing he wants to do is please his partner, so if you wanted to fuck him in the ass with a strap, he was down. He would have been lying if he said he had never thought about it before, but he had never tried it himself. Normally, he likes slow, romantic sex- not to say he wouldn't rough you up a little bit- but that was thrown out the window as soon as you started slowly thrusting into him. He was a goner as soon as you found his prostate. He started begging and pleading for you to go faster and harder, telling you to pull his hair and leave more marks on him. He normally isn't very vocal when you have sex; when you fuck him with your strap, however, he lets out loud whines, moans, and whimpers, begging for you the entire night.
He definitely loves being pegged, letting you fuck him like that almost every time you have sex afterwards. Ever since you first pegged him, there will definitely be a decrease in the times he will dominate you, slowly moving from a switch to a full on submissive.
Yanan
Yanan is definitely a sub, the perfect babyboy, since he is new to the whole relationships thing and let's you take the lead. Since you had been fingering him for a while, you thought you should step it up, asking Yanan if he was okay with you pegging him. He seemed a little iffy about it at first, but once you had assured him that you knew what you were doing and you wouldn't hurt him in any way, he agreed. The night you actually bring the strap-on into the bedroom, you make sure to absolutely spoil him- treating him like a prince. You had made sure you would do this slowly and carefully, not wanting to ruin his first pegging experience. He lets out soft whimpers and moans, loving the feeling of the toy inside of him. You let him tell you when to speed up or if he wanted you to go rougher, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. You kissed him lovingly, holding his hands as you brought him to his climax.
He loved the way you treated him, and was happy you had put so much thought into him. He would definitely want to do it again, though next time you could be a little less careful with him.
Yuto
Brat #2. Yuto is normally very dominant in the bedroom, so convincing him to let you peg him might take a while but would definitely be worth it in the long run. You were practically begging him to let you fuck him with your strap-on, and eventually he agreed, albeit reluctantly. You had originally planned on taking it somewhat slow, since it was his first time, but he had been acting like a brat the whole night- talking back to you every chance he could and not listening to anything you said. It didn't take you long to decide that he needed to be put in his place. When you had lined up with his hole, you quickly snapped your hips to meet his, the loud whimper that left his mouth cut off the snarky comment he was about to say. You only gave him a few seconds to adjust before you were pounding into him. Despite how much he had been complaining about it all night, he was screaming in pleasure, clawing desperately at the bedsheets once you had managed to make him cum untouched. You even made him cum a second time to make sure he learned his lesson.
As much as he hated to admit it, he loves when you peg him. He's still embarrassed about it so you have to bring it up most of the time, but it's definitely his favorite part of submitting to you.
Kino
Pegging? Did you mean Kino's favorite thing ever? As a matter of fact, I would say it's bold of you to say he hasn't done it before. This sweet babyboy happened to stumble upon your collection of toys when he was cleaning out the closet one day. He had already known most of what was in there, especially the ropes and ribbons you had used countless times before, but what he hadn't known about was the large black strap-on you had sitting towards the bottom of the box. He brought it up to you later after you had returned from grocery shopping. We all know that this man is sensitive, it was one of your favorite things about him, but when you are pegging him you had better gag this boy or you will definitely be getting a noise complaint from your neighbors. Pegging, for some unknown reason, makes Kino like 10x more sensitive than he already is. Every touch had him whimpering and squirming, muffled pleas of you to go faster and/or harder are also very common.
Seriously, pegging makes this man weak. Just tie him up, gag him, fuck him as hard as you can, and he's putty in your hands.
Wooseok
Since Wooseok is the youngest, he is used to being taken care of and spoiled which is something that wouldn't change in the bedroom. Technically you had been the one to bring up pegging to him, but he had eagerly agreed. It started when you had come home and found him fingering himself, which is what led you to asking him if he wanted to be pegged. It was only a few minutes later that you had him on his back underneath you, whining as you entered him. Since he had already stretched himself out, it didn't take long for you to start thrusting into him. When you start fucking him, you better go all out. I'm talking pounding into him with one- hell maybe both- of his legs thrown over your shoulders. He likes that you can dominate him and leave him unable to walk the next morning even though you're shorter than he is. You better be fucking him so hard that you wake up with cramps the next morning.
If it wasn't obvious, you need to have a strap-on in your sex life in order to keep this man satisfied. He doesn't care if you're babying him or fucking him so hard you get a noise complaint from your neighbors, he needs to be pegged.
I didn’t put Dawn because he is dating Hyuna and I don’t feel comfortable writing about people who are in relationships.
Imagines:
Jinho:
Hui:
Hongseok:
Extra Credit
fem!dom!reader, sub!Hongseok, roleplay (teacher/student), use of toys (strap-on), public sex (kinda???), oral (f recieving on strap), hands free orgasm, crossdressing
Shinwon:
Yeo One:
Yanan:
Yuto:
Kino:
Secrets
sub!Kino, fem!dom!reader, camboy!Kino (kind of??), masturbastion, bondage, use of toys (vibrator, dildo), pegging, cum eating, degradation, crossdressing (?? he wears panties)
