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using a vibrator w him┊ f!rea 18+ ft. MG ‧ SY ‧ SC ‧ JH
𝓜𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔
you don’t even have two steps through the door before mingyu’s dragging your suitcase out of your hand, backing you against the wall with a kiss that feels more like a claim than a greeting. the house is dark, blinds already drawn like he’s been waiting for this moment all day. he’s handsy with his hello — near bruising you from the force of his kisses of your lips, his gropes of your body. “you have no idea,” he breathes, voice husky with impatience. “how fucking bad i missed you.”
your shirt’s already hiked up over your chest, pants haphazardly tugged down enough for him to get a hand in. mingyu’s mouth leaves wet heat across your throat, practically backing you into the bedroom before you can catch up and caging you on the mattress with his massive body. “y’know how many days i spent jerking off in this empty house? just thinking about you, waiting for you to come back?”
the filth of his words at your ear has your back arching up and pressing into his broad chest. with his mouth sucking a mark on the skin below the shell, you don’t even notice when his arm reaches for the nightstand and grabs a familiar little vibrator. you gasp when the silicone taps your stomach, mingyu dragging it down your skin. “i used this,” he admits, a little laugh in his voice, but eyes dark and serious. “just holding it in my hand made me think about how you sound when it’s on you.”
you don’t get out anything more than his name in a whine before mingyu’s pressing it between your thighs — teasing, circling, not even turning it on yet. savouring how you wriggle underneath him. “i’ve been edging myself, to last longer once you got back.” he mutters, thumb finally clicking the toy on to the lowest setting. your entire body jolts, cunt clenching around nothing.
mingyu watches like his wet dream is finally playing out in real time: your fist curling in his shirt, face twisting in the most beautifully fucked-out expression. he swirls the toy around on your clit, free hand coming to prod a finger at your soaked core. you’re already so sensitive from the travel and weeks of missing him, but mingyu’s far from done as he croons: “let me give it all back to you, yeah?”
𝓢𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆
soonyoung’s always moving: bouncing his leg, tapping his fingers, laughing mid-kiss like he’s too high on his own vibes to ever just relax. there’s only a few situations in which you can bring him to a heel — one of which being what he’s found himself in: tiring him out with a vibrator that bests his energy.
he’s too breathless to speak, thighs trembling under your ass where you’re sat on him, wrists writhing in the hand pinning them above his head. his hair’s stuck to his forehead, face flushed pink and whining with that wide-eyed wonder he always sports when you manhandle him. the toy’s been buzzing against him for a while now: low and slow, then mean and fast, over and over again — and he’s still managing to be on good behaviour, as insane as it’s driving him.
“still got more in you, baby?” you purr, smirking as he lets out a strangled whimpers, hips jerking upward in a futile attempt to move away from the incessant buzzing. you tut, dragging it up the length of his cock. he’s not worn out just yet, the muscles of his stomach flexing beneath you. “you can keep up with me.” soonyoung tries to nod, to give you one of those cocky grins — but his smile splinters, voice cracking in a moan when you amp up the vibration setting.
you trail kisses down his bare chest, teeth tugging and tongue swirling at his nipple to leave him a gasping wreck. “all that energy, and look at you now. my pretty lil’ mess.” he’s bucking up into thin air at your words, whining at the absence of your warmth with his fists clenching like he wants to hold anything. but he can’t — not if he wants to follow your orders to stay still and let you have your way with him. if he keeps being good, keeps letting the back-to-back orgasms flood his body, he might just get lucky and be allowed to fuck you after. if he can even move anymore, that is.
𝓢𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐋
your body’s close to disconnecting from your brain at this point. your thighs are trembling, hips barely lifting off the sheets anymore, and seungcheol’s right there with you as the last thing keeping you grounded. his lips pressed to the side of your face, one large hand holding you down, the other keeping the vibrator buzzing on your puffy clit.
you’re long past sensitive — you don’t know when your orgasms start or end. the first one ripped through you at a record time, and cheol’s been relentless since, fucking you through each and every one. each time you whine out that you’re done, that it’s too much, he just coos softly in your ear; voice soaked in sweetness, dripping with his carnal want.
“shshh, you’re doing so well, baby,” he murmurs, hips rolling slow — the head of his cock rubbing that tender spot to make your eyes roll back. “doin’ so fucking good for me.” he kisses the sweat from your temple, freehand pressing over your tummy to feel where he’s pressed deep inside.
he cusses, cock twitching inside as he holds back on his own first orgasm. you’re never done until cheol’s done — and cheol only cums once you’ve lost count of your own. he hisses through his teeth as he pulls out enough to leave just the tip in, gliding the vibrating toy up and down to watch you squirm on his cock. “you can go another, yeah? i know you can fucking take it.”
words beyond you, you just nod. cheol mutters a “that’s my girl”, pelvis snapping to start fuck into you at a ruthless pace, his hand swiping the toy over your clit with a speed to match. you believe him whenever he says you can go just one more. and you always deliver.
𝓙𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍
jeonghan had been pushing your buttons all day: snarky comments, smug glances — that slow, lazy smile in response to your temper that he knew drove you up the wall. he’d tugged at your strings just enough, tip-toeing the line between playfully annoying and downright asking for it. so when you finally corner him in your shared bedroom, shoving him back onto the mattress and straddling his lap before he can blink — you revelled in how his smirk faltered, hips twitching into your warmth.
“what?” he goads, breathy and amused. “gonna punish me?” his voice betrays him with a crack. you don’t answer right away, and you can see how his guard’s finally crumbling, eyes swallowing the light in anticipation. wordlessly, you reach for the bedside table and grab your little helper — a small, charged bullet. you catch jeonghan’s eyes go wide once he realises, body already writhing under your weight. he must’ve figured you’d just ride out your frustration with him instead. plan backfired, jeonghan bumbles out a string of pleas as you tug his pants down, toy buzzing to life in your hand.
“you just wanted attention, didn’t you?” you murmur, leaning down so your teeth graze his ear. you trace the vibrator along his inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where he’s already hard and aching. “well you’ve got it now.”
when you touch the toy to the underside of his cock, jeonghan has a full-body jolt, hips bucking shamelessly. “f-fuck,” he stammers out, cocky tone replaced with a tremble that makes you snicker. you drag the toy up his shaft with a slow, tortorous pressure. jeonghan’s already panting beneath you, hands fisting the sheets as he fails to bite back his whines.
something wicked stirs in you, and you press the buzzing toy against the leaking head of his cock. jeonghan throws his head back, a broken cry falling from his lips as you swipe it over his frenulum. you can’t help but chuckle at the sight. “careful what you wish for, hey hannie.”
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