"yeonjun flusters, his face turning pink as he blinks rapidly. "n-no, that's not what i'm trying to say. it's just-" he squeezes your waist as he tries to find words, his brain too distracted with the image of you in the lingerie among with other things. "i wanna fuck you in it…" he mumbles, his eyes dropping in embarrassment and his cheeks turning a shade darker."
૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა ──── ୨ৎ content: smut MDNI , wc: 2k+
fem!reader x yeonjun, lingerie, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, missionary
note from luna: my first yeonjun request, so i decided to make it into a full fic !
"i-is this new,"
it was any other saturday night, you just came back from your weekly dinner with your boyfriend and after a movie you went to shower while yeonjun went to lay in bed. you made sure to be sneaky when grabbing the article of clothing you have been planning to put on all night. you pull an oversized t-shirt over it before leaving the humid room.
yeonjun practically jumps you once you get into bed. tackling you so that you fall back into the comforter with a laugh. he pins your arms above you, raising the hem of the shirt a bit but he doesn't seem to notice that. he leaves pecks all across your face before placing a wet one on your lips.
"i missed you," he whispers against them. you didn't think you were gone that long, but knowing how clingy your boyfriend is, he likely thinks it was a lifetime. one of his hands leave your wrists to hold your face in his hands as he leans in to kiss you tenderly. his lips sliding with yours with ease.
"i wasn't gone that long." you whisper back when he pulls back to look at you with hearts in his eyes. his thumb caresses the skin under your eye as he ignores what you said and goes back in for another kiss, heavier than the other.
you allow him to kiss you into his hand starts to sneak under your shirt, sliding up your thigh and right before he could hit fabric you stop him. "wait- you should shower too." you free your other hand from his grip and place it against his chest, pushing him back.
he resists, pushing against your hand to get closer to you. "yeah, but it's probably too muggy in there right now." he stares at your lips as he talks, hand sliding back under your t-shirt. you don't have time to stop him as his fingertips brush against lace.
yeonjun pauses for a second before he starts to fiddle with the material. he can feel his dick start to fill out as he realizes what it is, swallowing harshly. you sit up, yeonjun falling back and sitting on your thighs, almost in your lap. he slowly starts to lift the shirt, shedding it off completely, and revealing your body and the lingerie that clung tight to your body.
his eyes go wide as he reveals it, it wasn't one that he's seen before. this one was white with pink trim and bows that was much more revealing than the others you've put on. his breathing gets shaky as he traces the thin string that goes across your hip, licking his suddenly dry lips when he comes to conclusion that means there's nothing covering the back.
as he moves up to the tiny bralette that hardly contained your breasts, his cock was reaching full hardness and pushing against his sweats. he had to bring his other hand to between his legs, palming himself with a sigh.
"s-so pretty," he practically moans as he cups one in his hand and at the same time cups himself. you smile as you watch him admire your body. both of hands were on you now as his hips twitched involuntarily against nothing. one roamed your waist and the other was on your chest.
you draw his attention away from your body to look at you, pulling his face up by the chin. his pupils were blown and he looked like he could drool, his lips wet with saliva. "is my body the only thing that's pretty?" you ask.
yeonjun flusters, his face turning pink as he blinks rapidly. "n-no, that's not what i'm trying to say. it's just-" he squeezes your waist as he tries to find words, his brain too distracted with the image of you in the lingerie among with other things. "i wanna fuck you in it…" he mumbles, his eyes dropping in embarrassment and his cheeks turning a shade darker.
"yeah?" you drawl, tapping his chin gently and making his eyes find yours.
"yeah," he whines. his cock was aching at this point, straining against his clothes and he was sure he was also leaking precum. his eyes flutter as you press a hand to his face and drag your thumb along his unblemished skin. he breathes heavily, "can i?"
hooking your finger into yeonjun's shirt, you lean backwards onto the bed and take him with you. he hovers over you, your lips almost touching with how close you were to each other. you could feel every breath he takes fan across your face. his eyes flicker between looking at you desperately and at your lips that he so badly wanted to kiss.
"please," he whines, hands gliding along your sides and occasionally sliding under your bralette. you could feel his dick pressing against your stomach, it was warm and twitched as you teased him. leaning in like you were going to kiss him, but pulling away when your lips would brush.
he lets out an impatient whine with a huff, attempting to lean in himself. he gets denied, your palm coming up to cover his mouth.
"patience," you say, slowly moving your hand out of the way. he starts to complain, but shuts up when you pull him down to bring your lips together. he moans when they connect, eagerly parting his lips to deepen the kiss. he feels tingles go down his body as you lick his bottom lip, asking for access to his mouth. he allows it, sliding his tongue with yours in a sloppy kiss.
yeonjun hadn't even realized that he started grinding against you, slow thrusts that made his cock drag sweetly along your stomach. his breath hitches as he starts to get lost in the pleasure, his lips faltering as he moans into your mouth instead.
"someone's enjoying themselves," you bite his lip and yeonjun moans, his hips stuttering.
"i-i'm sorry, it feels so good…" he drags his words as he doesn't stop moving, his eyes squeezed shut now. he could feel a patch of stickiness in his pants from the precum, making the glide a little smoother.
"how about," you start, reaching a hand down to hold him by the hip and stop him from grinding against you. he whimpers and with weak attempts, tries to keep going. he looks at you with 'sad' eyes, his lips poking out into a pout. "how about, you make me feel good first and i'll think about letting you fuck me." you repeat now that you had his attention.
yeonjun could feel his heart speed up at the thought of being able to do that while you were still wearing the lewd clothing. he nods his head rapidly and makes his way down, settling between your legs. he doesn't need you to say anything for him to understand what you meant, he was always eager to please you anyway.
he massages your thighs, touching everywhere before skimming them over the lace material. he takes his time, kissing the skin around where he wanted to be. leaving small hickeys and bite marks on your thighs and hips, his fingers likely leaving fingerprints with how tight he gripped them in excitement.
he licks his lips before pulling the panties to side and revealing your pussy. he moans and wastes no time diving in, licking a strip between the folds. your back arches off the bed and your fingers slide into his dark hair as his tongue finds your clit, flicking it gently before sucking on it.
"ngh," his moans are muffled as he buries himself between your legs, tongue dipping inside you as he hungrily laps you up. he flips between slowly working you over with his tongue and latching onto your clit with vigor.
you wouldn't complain. your head was thrown back, legs twitching at his sides, fingers planted in his head as you moan praises that only spur him on. you couldn't even catch your breath, yeonjun curling his tongue just right. you could feel your orgasm crash down on you, loudly moaning as you cum into his mouth. yeonjun happily licks it up with a moan, grinding against the bed while doing so.
he rises up from his spot, coming up to be eye level with you. you peek your eyes open and see a smiling yeonjun, lips slick and nose wet. "how was that, worthy enough to let me fuck you?" he asks, pressing his cock against you.
"please?" he pleads, his tone a little whiny.
you reach down between the two of you and cup his cock through his pants. yeonjun gasps, his hips jerking into your touch, his eyes rolling back at the friction. you rub his length slowly, circling a finger around his tip that was outlined by precum.
"show me how bad you wanted it," you whisper into his ear, making him shiver and almost cum. he wouldn't admit that though.
"y-yes, thank you…" he mutters, sitting back to remove his clothing. he bites his lip as he lines himself up with your entrance, breathing harshly through his nose. his hands roam your body as he slowly starts to push inside, he was trembling.
then he starts to move, taking a hold of your hips and snapping forward in one fluid motion. the sound of skin slapping against skin loud as he bottoms out inside of you. both of you moan at the same time, yeonjun's head drops onto your shoulder, panting against your collar.
"fuck," he whines, fingers clawing at your sides as he builds a steady rhythm. he pins you down as he drives his cock into you, deeper with each stroke. "you feel so good, look so good, i love it." he rambles, gasping in between, lost in the pleasure.
he sits up to be able to admire you again, that cursed lingerie that has him losing his mind. he slides a hand under the bralette, squeezing a breast in his warm hand. you tilt your head back, moaning loudly as yeonjun manages to hit every spot that has your body tingling.
you wrap a hand around his neck, pulling him down into a messy kiss. more teeth clashing and saliva swapping than anything as your tongue tangle together. you swallow up each others moans and gasps, as yeonjun slams into you.
"b-baby i-" he chokes out between kisses. his hips start to stutter as he feels his orgasm start to build. he moves slower, not wanting to cum just yet, not without you saying he could. his thrust are still intense as you languidly rocks into you, cock dragging against your walls. "i'm gonna cum-" he whimpers.
"can i cum, please?" he moans, voice cracking as you squeeze around him. you nod, curling your fingers into the hair that resided on the nape of his neck.
he repeats his gratitude, little thank yous as he starts to pick up the pace again. he can't contain his sounds, eyes roaming your body and dropping down to watch the way his cock drives into you. he relishes in the way it punches little gasps from you.
his mouth falls open on a moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he loses words. he can only get out a strained, "cumming." as he stills with a final thrust, shooting ropes of cum deep inside of you. long whines are pulled from him as he rides his high, grip bruising.
as he comes down, he leans down to leave kisses and love bites all over you. some across your stomach, on your chest, a couple on your neck, until he finds your lips and kisses you deeply. he pulls back with a breathy laugh, shaking his head side to side.
"what?" you question, caressing his sweaty and flushed face.
Summary: You knows you should stay away from them but with Rumi's voice on the fritz and the honmoon crumbling, can you blame a girl for trying to blow off some steam with the two hot demons before sending them back to hell where they belong?
Word count: 3.2k
Warnings: dom!mira/reader, sub!abby saja/taehyun, switch!romance saja/yeonjun, threesome, handjob, slight footjob, slapping, PIV sex, sloppy seconds lol, you/mira have the boys wrapped around your fingers, abby/taehyun is a slut, romance/yeonjun is a menace
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Rumi is hiding something from you, you can just tell. It pisses you off. Why can’t she tell you what’s wrong? You deserve to know, not just as her best friend but as her fellow hunter. If whatever she’s hiding is the reason her voice is shot then she needs to tell you and Zoey so you can fix it. The fate of the world depends on it, literally.
You slam the door to the empty apartment behind you in rage. No, this is not the apartment you share with the girls, this is a secret one you go to sometimes when you need a break, a place where no one can find you… until recently.
You hadn’t intended for them to know. They followed you here—stalking you, the freaks—and upon finding out that this is your secret place, have made it their mission to always be around whenever you come. You tried to fight them. You tried to banish them. But without the girls, it’s hard to do it.
Luckily for you, they don’t seem interested in killing you, not here at least. Unluckily for you, what they want from you is way worse.
That, too, you’ve tried to fight them on—kept them at bay for as long as you could, but they were persistent, and a girl has needs. When two handsome, sexy demons men are offering themselves up to you so persistently and enthusiastically, you can only be blamed so much.
You tell yourself they must have something magic in their dicks or something to make you keep coming back—that they’ve struck some kind of deal with Gwi-ma to give them incubus-like abilities because otherwise you would never have given in.
And you have given in, time and time again. Your forbidden rendezvous have become something you look forward to after a particularly tough day in the practice room or another failed attempt at sealing the Honmoon, in a way that a day at the sauna doesn’t do it for you anymore. Yes, they were the exact reason you’re having a hard time but that is exactly why it is so cathartic for you that you’ve found a way to take it out on them.
At least that’s what you tell yourself anyway. If Rumi has her secrets, why can’t you? If she seems to be fraternizing with the enemy, why can’t you? You’ll kill them both when the time comes anyway and all of this will be behind you.
Now, where the fuck are they? You’ve been here for a whole of 15 minutes and they haven’t made their appearance yet. Ugh, so annoying.
You will not just stand around and wait for two men, much less two demon scum. So to occupy your time, you make yourself a bubble bath. You set everything up just to your liking, the right temperature, the best scent, the perfect amount of bubbles, with soft music playing and a wine bottle and glass within reach.
The bath feels so soothing, you almost start to actually relax. Almost. But you’ve got too much on your mind and the only thing—two things—you know that will quiet your mind are missing.
You huff again to yourself as you reach out to grab your wine glass, but before you can bring it to your lips, you feel a shift in the air, and in the next moment, you feel two hands place themselves on your shoulders and a solid, very naked, body pressed against your back.
“You look tense, princess.” Romance’s unmistakable honey voice whispers in your ears, his hands massaging your shoulders smoothly. He smells sickly sweet. His voice sounds like velvet.
“Took you long enough.” You hiss, taking a swig of your wine before setting it down and closing your eyes, trying to relax into his deceptively soothing touch.
You feel the bath water shift again, and you crack your eyes open to see the other demon sitting across from you, equally naked, his hands reaching into the water to grab one of your legs and pull it over his shoulder, his hands massaging your calf—less expertly you must say.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Abby purrs, kissing the side of your leg. “Jinu wouldn’t let us go before we got the stupid dance right.”
You snort at that. “Imagine that. Demons stuck in the practice room learning kpop choreography. Your kind used to eat souls. Aren’t you embarrassed?"
“Oh, we still eat souls.” Romance’s sweet voice lilts next to your ear as his hands fall from your shoulders to cup your breasts, his long claws flicking over your nipples but not hurting you. “We’ll soon eat the souls of all your fans, dear hunter.”
You reach your hand back and grab a chunk of his stupid long hair, yanking on it harshly and turning your head to the side to hiss at him. “Over my dead body.”
“If you insist.” His grin is unsettling, not caring that you’ve got his hair in a vice grip, his own hand straying down your body to touch your pussy, a flash of golden flickering over his eyes as he feels your wetness even through the water. “Though I would much prefer to keep you as a war prize.”
“War prize? I’ll show you what—” Your threats are interrupted by a groan coming out of the man in front of you.
“Stop messing with her. I want some attention too.” Abby whines, pushing your foot down and between his legs, your sole touching his hard cock.
“You’re always so impatient. Can't you focus on someone else's pleasure for a second?” You scold the demon even as you press his cock against his stupidly defined abs and move your foot up and down over it.
“What do you expect from a dumb himbo like him?” Romance chuckles, one hand kneading your breast while the other plays with your clit. You hate to admit how good he is with his touches. He has you struggling to not give him any reaction. “He's like a dog, useless. You really shouldn't be wasting time with him. You don't need him when you have me.” He finally, finally pushes his fingers inside you, filling you up just like you need. “Don't I make you feel good?”
“I'm not a dog.” Abby whines even as he ruts against your foot. “She keeps me around because I am hot. Hotter than you. Got a bigger dick too.”
They boys take jabs at each other, their demonic and selfish nature hard to disguise when their pleasure is on the line. Still, you can tell that Romance is the more dangerous of the two. He is clearly older, smarter, more cunning. He knows how to get what he wants. Abby is evil too but he's more of a brute, a rabid dog. You really shouldn't be near either of them.
“Both of you, shut up, you're giving me a headache.” You snap at them, their fighting threatening to break through your carefully constructed bubble. “You don't want me to decide that you're more trouble than you're worth.”
“Oh, baby, you know it turns me on more when you threaten to kill us.” Romance laughs, quickening his pace, his fingers fucking in and out of your pussy roughly, contrasting with his sweet tone.
Just to spite Romance, you get yourself out of his arms, hiding your whimper as his long fingers slip out of you and you move the short distance towards Abby.
The large demon stares up at you like a small puppy, almost shaking in excitement as you reach forward and grab his big cock that he's so proud of, stroking it in a way that has him tensing up and blue patterns flash across his skin.
“You're just a desperate little whore, aren't you? So easy to control.”
He bites his lip, trying to keep his whimpers in but he can't stop his hips from rutting into your hand.
“I know demons are pathetic but this has got to be a new low.”
“Fuck, you're such a bitch.” Abby growls, eyes widening in shock as you slap him across the face, the strike only serving to make his cock twitch as he fucks himself faster into your grip.
“Slap me more. I like it when you’re rough.” He grins at you and you roll your eyes at him. How are you supposed to punish a demon when violence is like foreplay to them?
“Don't cum yet. You're not here to get off. You're here to make me feel good.” You grit at him, straddling his hips and positioning his cock at your entrance.
But before you can sink down, clawed hands shoot out to grab you by the waist, stilling you as a shimmering grey face comes into view out the corner of your eyes.
“You’re really gonna fuck him first? He's going to pop the second he's in your cunt.” Romance tries to keep his voice steady but you can hear the irritation and jealousy in it. He thinks he's the one who should get to fuck you because unlike his demon bandmate, he knows how to control himself. But that is precisely why you're fucking Abby first. Though Abby is full of himself, it's actually Romance who is the more cocky of the two and needs to be brought down a peg.
“Too bad I don't let demons make my decisions for me.” You snap at him, pushing his hands off you. “He's not going to cum without my permission. I've trained him well. Isn't that right, pretty mutt?”
“Yes, Mira.” He nods quickly, “Please fuck me.”
Your smile is haughty as you sink down on his thick length, watching his jaw slack open and his golden eyes roll in the back of his head for a moment.
“So fucking tight.” He groans, and you feel every inch of his cock as it breaches you, every ridge, every vein. “Gonna split you open.”
He’s still so full of himself despite his position and you clench down on him just to see him yelp. “In your dreams, Saja mutt.”
“Right.” He grins up at you as you bottom out, wrapping his huge hands around your waist. “Can’t fault a demon for dreaming.”
“Ugh, shut up.” You mutter, ignoring the elated look on his face as you start to ride him, taking it slowly because despite what you’ve told him, he really could split you open if you’re not careful.
You feel sharp claws trail along the sides of your thighs delicately, and Romance’s hot cock presses against your ass as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.
“Can I take your ass?” Romance asks, his voice more meek than you've ever heard it.
“No. You'll sit there and watch your fellow henchman get fucked until I drain his balls then we'll see if you've been good enough to get your reward or not.” You take his hands off you and place them on the edges of the bathtub.
You see Abby wince as Romance’s claws scratch against the porcelain, the older demon’s rage barely controlled. You smirk. Finally you’re getting somewhere.
You grab Abby’s face, “No, focus on me or I’m going to hop off your dick.”
His eyes widen as he uses his hold on you to quicken your pace, his inhuman strength easily lifting you up and slamming back on his dick. You’d be wary about him taking control if he didn’t look so submissive and fuckable right now. “N-no, keep going, please.”
Oh, he begs so sweetly.
Soon, you don’t even need to move on his cock—he does all the work for you, his hips rising up to meet your body as he moves you over his cock.
His moans are not what you’d expect from the beefy demon. They’re pathetic and breathy, his muscles ripping and his body shaking from the pleasure.
“Look at you.” You saw with condescending sweetness, your fingers going up to play with his surprisingly sensitive nipples. “You were just made to be fucked, weren’t you? Is that what Gwi-ma uses you for?”
He shakes his head. “I’m–I’m strong. I can fight–” You cut him off with your fingers in his mouth which he immediately starts sucking on. Yes, you’re well aware he can fight, but what good is that when he falls apart for the enemy like a whore?
You suppose you’re no better than him.
“Mira… I think I’m c-close.” He slurs around your fingers.
“Already?” You pull your fingers out of his mouth, disappointed, and he winces. “I’m sorry, you’re just so tight.”
You bark out a laugh. “Sorry? A demon apologising? Damn, I must’ve really broken what’s left of your brain.”
“Fuck, ah fuck–” He cries, struggling to keep his rhythm steady as the pleasure clouds his mind so you take over for him, riding him wildly, the motion causing the water to fling over the edge of the bathtub more than it already was. “Yeah, that's right. Ride my cock. Ride my fucking cock. Use it to get yourself off.”
“How cute.” You pant, going to touch your pussy but a hand from behind you stops you.
“Let me.” Romance whispers, his slender fingers finding your clit and working you up just the way you need. You don't stop him. You needed it. Abby's cock felt good but he was hopeless otherwise, too far gone to return the favour so you let Romance rub the pads of his soft fingers along your slit while his thumb flicks your sensitive clit as you continue to ride Abby. He always knew just what to do, and it vexes you.
“Are you close, princess?” Romance asks, his hard cock pushed against your ass once more but he doesn’t dare make any further moves.
“Yes, shut up and don't you dare stop.” You grit out, ignoring his chuckle to focus on the demon falling apart under you.
“Mira, Mira, oh fuck!” Abby cries out, using his hold on your hips to slam you down on his cock and hold you there as he cums, emptying his twitching cock inside of you.
You were so close too, the hot feeling of Abby's cum combined with Romance's sinful ministrations almost pushing you over the edge… if only the latter didn't choose this exact moment to stop.
“What the fuck?” You jerk your head around to glare at the demon whose eyes were now gold and his pupils like the slits of a tiger.
“Are you done entertaining the dog?” He murmurs arrogantly, rubbing his cock between your asscheeks. “Ready to actually enjoy your time?”
“Who says I'll let you have me after the shit you just pulled?”
“What are you going to do otherwise? Use your hand? Use him?” He raises an eyebrow at the fucked dumb demon under you who makes a brave attempt to perk up.
“I can help.” He slurs, eyes still glazed over. “I can do it.”
You growl under your breath. You throw another glance at Abby. You suppose you can continue to ride him. You know he’d sit there and take it… but damn, you were so horny and you know Romance will give you just what you need, and the cocky bastard knows it too.
You turn around with a huff, pressing your back against Abby who wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck lazily… almost sweetly. God, this is all so wrong.
But you don’t have the time to dwell on it because Romance grabs your thighs and pushes them against your chest, the movement causing Abby’s cock to slip out of you and his cum to start trickling out.
“Oh, no, we don’t want to waste Ab’s hard work.” He smirks, using his own cock to scoop up the white liquid before pushing it back inside you, along with his cock.
Romance is smaller than Abby. He’s not thicker either. But damn, does he know how to use his cock, angling his hips just right so the head of his cock ruthlessly brushes against that spot inside of you that keeps you coming back to him.
“Fuck, Ro, that’s it.” You let the affectionate name roll off your tongue, knowing it drives him crazy, and it does. His eyes snap from your pussy to your face and his pace picks up, needing to hear more from you.
“Yeah, is this what you’ve been missing, princess?” He coos, his claws digging into the flesh of your thighs. “Finally getting what he couldn’t give you?”
“Be nice, Ro.” You tangle your hand in his hair and yank on it roughly, knowing he loves it, and you smile as you receive the needy moan you’ve been waiting for from him.
“Yes, princess.” He murmurs, bending down to press his lips against yours. You allow it. You’re too far gone to protest—too close to your release to resist.
You feel one of Romance’s hands on your chin, his claws coaxing your mouth open without hurting you. You let him push his tongue inside your mouth. It’s long and he has more control of it than any human does—a fact you’ve come to know very well, you pussy twitching at the reminder.
He explores every inch of your mouth, both your moans meeting and mingling together as his hips never let up, the bath barely retaining water anymore.
“Hey, no fair.” Abby whines, “I want a kiss too.”
He grabs your face with his own hand and separates you and Romance, trying to claim your lips with his but Romance’s appearance suddenly changes completely, assuming his full demon form as he growls at Abby. “You’ve had your turn.”
“But–”
“Shut up, Abby.” You snarl at him, not willing to let the demons fight again when you’re so close to cumming. Turning to Romance, you twist his hair more harshly. “And you, I thought you said you were going to make me feel good but you’ve been just as useless as him. Should I stab you both in the faces and get myself off instead?”
Romance’s growl now gets directed at you as his hips pick up the pace, fucking into you wildly, one of his hands going to your pussy to get you off while he leans his head down to mouth at your breasts, his teeth biting into the sensitive flesh every now and then in reproach.
But your words of protest get swallowed up as Abby finally captures your lips with his own, his tongue roughly pushing into your mouth as his hand moves to fondle the breast Romance wasn’t kissing and biting.
God, it was all too much at once, and it doesn’t take long after that for you to cum, clamping down on Romance’s dick and pushing him over the edge too, making him pull back from your chest to howl as his orgasm rips through him, filling you up with his own cum until it overflows.
“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it.” You cry out, pulling away from Abby. “Finally.”
“I got you, princess.” Abby purrs, soothing his hands up and down your sides as the aftershocks of your orgasm pass through you and Romance slows to a stop.
“You got her?” Romance breathes out, quirking an eyebrow at his fellow demon. “I’m the one who got her off.”
“She wouldn’t have gotten off if I hadn’t—”
“Oh my god, shut the fuck up.” You growl at them and they both look at your like kicked dogs, the large pouts on their faces fucking with your brain because demons have no right to look this adorable.
Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into.
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A/N: damn i hope this doesn't flop because i've got like 4 other saja boys/txt fic ideas i'm planning to write so if you like this make sure to leave a comment/ask so i know you guys want more
i’ve never ventured this far into male sub territory but… here are some thoughts on pegging txt 🫣 (if you don’t like it, don’t read it~!)
subby soogyu ; switch kai ; dom taejun
NSFW — MDNI
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this is in no particular order other than the order that they came to mind in, but firstly,
⇢ beomgyu: oh man… he’d be shy about it at first, and rather than him bringing it up, you’re the one who gently approaches the topic after getting the inkling that it’s something he wants to try;
laying on his stomach while you take him in pronebone, his whimpers muffled by the pillow he’s hiding his flushed face in, full of uncontrollable little gasps and trembles as you steadily rock against him with your hands gently squeezing his hips.
“feels good, baby?” you’d ask, and all he’d be able to do is nod quickly into the pillow, so shy over how easily he’s falling apart for you like this.
your thrusts eventually growing firmer and he’d start rutting his hips into the mattress, hard leaking cock aching for friction — you wouldn’t let him, giving him a small spank that results in his desperate, muffled groan, his head finally shifting to the side a little to peek up at you over his shoulder with hazy, watery eyes.
“please,” he’d grit softly, all his usual brattiness flown far out the window when you’re inside him (until he starts getting used to it, at least, but that’s a whole other story).
you’d reach down to slide your hand up his back and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently, just enough for his head to lift slightly off the pillow, eyes fluttering shut and jaw dropping open around a moan as you push in as deep as you can go — the unfamiliar nudge against his prostrate would have him cumming immediately against the sheets with a strangled noise and a jolt of his hips. belly sticky with his own release, you let his head drop back down against the pillow as he lays there panting, eyes heavy-lidded and fingers still gripping the pillow’s edges tightly as you soothe him down from his high.
(you may even sneak some overstimulation in there via handjob right afterwards, much to his mewling, hip-bucking surprise).
it’s safe to say then that you’ll definitely be doing this with him again.
⇢ soobin: it doesn’t happen particularly often, but you’d just have a way of knowing when he needs it; coming home tired and overworked, feeling the weight of leadership and responsibility on his shoulders, needing someone else to take care of him even if only for a little while.
there’s a special look reserved for these occasions, one where he doesn’t even need to say anything, one that you understand the meaning of immediately when he trudges sullenly through the door.
similar to beomgyu, i can picture him laying on his stomach; one knee bent and cheek resting against the pillow while you roll your hips against him, gently but firmly gripping his ass for leverage. his eyes squeezed shut as he bites down on the corner of the sheet in his grasp, a futile half-assed attempt at muffling the sweet staccato moans that bubble past his lips, drool collecting at the corners — though he doesn’t care about any of that right now, only focused on how good it feels to let go, his hips jumping every time his weeping cock rubs against the sheets beneath him from the steady movements of your thrusts.
he’d groan gutturally every time you degrade him, a contrast to his otherwise higher-pitched sounds; “dumb baby just wants to get fucked, huh? just wants to lay there all stupid and take it?”
and alternatively, when you later have him turn over onto his back so you can offer stimulation to his poor aching cock, whimpers fall from his pouty lips both from the feeling and from your praise as you lean down towards him with a gentle hand around his throat and whisper, “you’re so perfect, binnie, ‘m so proud of you.”
between your words and the way your free hand strokes him perfectly in time with your now deeper-angled thrusts, it wouldn’t be long before his cum is spilling out over your fist and all over his abs with a sharp, gasping moan as his large hand wraps desperately around your much smaller wrist while you lightly squeeze his throat. afterwards you’d lean down to pepper his cheeks in soft kisses, and his eyes would slide shut with a sigh as he shakily breathes, “thank you.”
⇢ yeonjun: okay, with yeonjun it would be especially fun. i definitely do see him as a dom, but i also see him as someone willing to try lots of things — so he’d agree to let you try pegging him not even because he’s into it but just because he’s down to experiment and have fun with it if it’s something you want to do.
so while it may be more in your interest than it is in his, that certainly wouldn’t stop him from putting his whole yeonussy into it. no toxic masculinity to be found! he’s a confident guy; ever the performer, he wouldn’t be afraid to go ass up for you, his moans filthy and pornographic as you fuck into him from behind, giggles falling past your lips as he grins up at you devilishly over his shoulder. he loves to see you enjoying yourself, and he’s definitely not above admitting how good it actually does feel — so it’s safe to say that this kinky experiment would be a successful one for the both of you.
“fuck, harder,” he’d groan, head slumping down into the pillows with his lip between his teeth, smirking around a satisfied, gasped-out moan when you comply. despite being the bottom here, he’d be more of a yapper in this situation than you; not even the switch in dynamics can stop him from spewing all kinds of nasty things as he pushes back against your hips to meet your thrusts.
“how’d you learn to fuck this good, huh, princess? shit, just like that, yeah- fuck, give it to me- god, you’re so deep. is this how you feel when i’m rearranging your guts? ah-!”
the spank you’d land on his ass in response would only make him cockier, a breathless laugh turned shameless moan as he presses his upper body down against the sheets and arches his back further for you.
“i must be a good teacher,” he’d slur with a shit-eating grin.
“shut up,” you’d reply back, reaching around with one hand to firmly pump his stiff cock, which of course only does the opposite of getting him to shut up — though you don’t complain, not when you’re so turned on by his eagerness, not when you already know that he’ll be letting you try this on him again.
⇢ taehyun: now i’m sorry to all my sub!tyun enthusiasts out there, but... i think he would shut that shit down IMMEDIATELY lmfao 😭
i see taehyun as a pure dom — you’d propose the idea to him more as a silly musing than anything, but the unimpressed, brow-quirked look he’d give you would be similar enough to his notorious brat taming stare that it would have you backtracking on your words right away.
i think he’d even go as far as to do the opposite and fuck you stupid instead in response, leaving you too drunk on his cock to even remember why you wanted to try pegging him in the first place as he challenges in your ear while he’s got you bent practically in half, “still wanna put it in my ass?”
BUT,,, this is a post abt pegging, so.. hypothetically, if taehyun really were to let you put it in his ass, here’s how i think it would go.
now let’s remember that taehyun is also a spontaneous and adventurous person in general. so perhaps that would be one of the driving points in him agreeing, but i think the main thing that would finally make him relent is the fact that in the end, he always prioritizes your pleasure and if it’s something you really want to try, he’d let you do it at least once.
begrudgingly settling back against the pillows when it’s time, slightly propped up as you situate yourself between his legs — abs clenching and a small hiss from between his teeth as you slowly enter him, your hand wrapping around his cock with a squeeze as you slide it up to circle your thumb around the tip.
he’d inhale sharply when you eventually bottom out; his hands gripping the tops of your thighs, still somehow holding an air of control even in this situation. he’d even reach down to circle his fingers around your clit as you begin to move in and out of him, your lips parting around a small mewl as you pump his cock in time with the pace of his fingers, his eyes boring up into yours almost challengingly the entire time in a way that leaves you breathless.
you’d become enamored, though, with the way he eventually starts to fall apart, even though he fights hard to keep control of himself — his breaths gradually growing quicker and heavier, teeth gritting and grip on you tightening before his lips would finally part in a small, pretty noise that takes you completely by surprise.
his usual deep grunts would be replaced by choked, breathy sounds in a pitch that you’ve only ever heard when he sings; and that’s when you’d start to get bold, testing the waters, repeatedly edging his throbbing cock and — much to his surprise — pushing his hands away when he’d try to take back some semblance of control.
“fuck, come on, babe-“ “i decide when you cum this time, tyunnie.” a breathless, disbelieving laugh on his end — “oh, you do, huh? you better be careful, doll, or you’re gonna- a-ah!- regret that later-“
at first he’d find your attempt at dominance amusing, cute — until it’s not, because then he’d even begin to think that it’s hot. you’d never have imagined you’d have your big, strong, dominant boyfriend groaning and gasping so pliantly underneath you like this, but when he finally cums, he’s immediately slumping limply back against the pillows with panting breaths and twitching hips.
your triumph doesn’t last too long, however, when he brings his hand to your throat to pull you down into a firm kiss — you already know that he was definitely not lying about putting you in your place later, which you can’t even pretend to protest to as your neglected pussy clenches pathetically in response. (“this slutty little pussy can’t even go a day without needing my cock to fill it up, can it?” he’d tsk mockingly in your ear later as he fucks you face down into the mattress).
not sure how easily he’d let you peg him again, but i will say it may not be the last time he lets you edge him.
⇢ kai: cue calm huening smile that makes you think you’re dead meat for a second when you first suggest it..
nah but i think hyuka would be patient with your ideas, surprisingly willing to go along with them most of the time, so on days when you skip over to him with the strap he just *small sigh* “okay 🙂”
he enjoys it when you dote on him anyway, so he can’t really complain whenever you situate him into a nest of pillows and plushies, smiling up at you sweetly with his hands on your waist as you cover him in kisses and promises that you’ll make him feel good.
he knows that you will; his head tipping back into the pillows and eyes sliding shut with a slow, breathy sigh as you enter him, his fingers tightening marginally in their soft grip on your skin, your lips on his neck as you rock into him making him hum out a quiet noise that soon turns into a whimper when you wrap your hand around his thick cock and slowly begin to stroke.
you wouldn’t need to keep doing that for long, though, because he’d soon begin rolling his hips up instead, fucking himself into your hand in a steady rhythm as he looks up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes.
neither of you would really need to say much; all soft noises and quiet whispers, his large hands wandering your body all the while, and you would know he’s getting close when the room starts to fill with the lewd wet sounds of his cock squelching in your hand, leaking more and more pre-cum the deeper you go — his back would arch with a whimpered groan, eyes squeezing shut as his head falls back, and you then pressing down to nip and kiss at his exposed jaw with a particularly punctuated thrust would be all that it takes for his release to spurt from his tip and coat the both of your bellies in creamy white.
you’d both giggle a little in the aftermath when you coo at him, and he’s happy that you’re happy, wanting to return the favor once the strap is off as he begins guiding your hips up towards his face for a well-deserved meal. (well-deserved for who? no one knows, cuz it’s a win/win for you both).
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a/n - my bad i didn’t mean for terry’s part to be so much longer i got lost in the sauce
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bratty yeonjun x brat tamer reader (DACRYPHILIA PLS)
reminds me of this link (nsfw)
soz for the wait nonnie i've been letting it linger... this is so yummy... imagine he had been picking petty fights with you all day, always countering what you had to say without fail.
"can you make me coffee?" you groan, eyes droopy from just waking up.
"make it yourself" he scoffs in reply, leaving your slowly blinking eyes to quickly open in confusion.
you had thought it was weird, but maybe he was just a little grumpy or having a bad day from stress. you had gone with that assumption until you noticed a telltale sign it was an act of defiance.
"baby, do you know where the remote is?"
he shrugs, "maybe if you weren't a ditz you wouldn't lose it" and there it was. a lip bite and expectant stare like he knew you would scold him.
he wanted to be yelled at? oh, you could do that alright. you quickly move to straddle him, his eyes widening and hands instinctively grabbing your hips. just when he thinks it's going the way he wanted, you swipe the remote he had stashed next to him and away from your view and slapped his hands away from your body, sliding off him with a huff.
smut under the cut
which leads you to where you are now, yeonjun pouting and whining while you ignore him completely.
"wait- wait-" he gasps, allowing you to manhandle him despite the protests. you get yeonjun on his tummy to tie the ropes on his back, legs trapping him under your body. "miss please-"
"shut up." you slap his back, your stern voice leaving the boy under you to quiver into silence. "you're nothing more than a naughty dog, isn't that right?"
he shakes his head in protest, clearly showing you haven't properly gotten the brat out of him quite yet. you slap his ass this top, earning a yelp from the still defiant boy.
"do you think you have to make me mad to get what you want? that you're too good to ask like a normal pet?" you can tell by his muscles losing their tension that he's beginning to falter, though it's not quite the level of obedience you wanted quite yet.
with one final slap, you unmount his back and flip your pretty boy over, watching his expression carefully as yeonjun's eyes begin to glaze over, already becoming dumb and you haven't even touched him.
you free his cock from his boxers, going rough with no care for the way his eyes widen. "wait! miss- fuck"
"the only thing i want to hear out of your mouth is sorry"
his mouth opens to retaliate, but all that comes out is a breathy whine instead. his eyes begin to screw tight, fighting back the tears he knows is coming whether he wants them to or not.
"okay- okay! you're right! just wanted to be punished" he admits, albeit through whimpers and shamelessly loud moans between each word. you smile, a much more forgiving pace on his cock as your other hand goes to cup and massage his balls, bending down to nip and kiss at his chest. "that's all you had to say baby, was that so hard pup?"
he shakes his head, eyes glossed over fully now with tears falling out without resistance. "just a dumb dog" he says, completely submissive in your hands now, exactly where he wants to be. despite his earlier quips and lash out, you both knew he was still just your puppy at your mercy.
yes, absolutely. Loves when you slap his ass, especially hard. would immediately have to bite back a moan if you did it in public around other people, has no shame if it’s in front of his members. moaning loudly and pushing his ass back into your hand for more.
jjunie loves when you roughly pinch, bite, slap etc his thighs, nipples and stomach. lightly choking him would make him cum nearly on the spot, his eyes would roll back and he’d mewl sweeter than a kitten while his cock twitches so harshly you think it’ll erupt.
Would not like if you slapped his face hard, anything beyond very light slaps and playfully pulling his tongue he does not like at all.
soobin says… no !
No, he’ll cry :(. he’s a total slut for degradation, loves having you call him mean names and spitting in his mouth while playing with his nipples. and he finds it so hot when you choke him while harshly stroking his leaking cock.
but he’ll genuinely cry if you slapped, whipped, or hurt him in any way. can barely handle when yeonjun slaps his ass, always whining and complaining at him to rub it afterwards.
Would only allow light teasing slaps to his thighs while your edging him and trying to get him to cum without permission.
beomgyu says… yes !
yes, absolutely yes no questions asked. he likes to whine like a little bitch on camera; “ow hyung, it hurtss!” and make a big deal abt it or whatever, but he’s obviously the biggest pain slut known to man.
constantly pissing you off and messing with you when he knows your not in the mood just to feel the hot flash of your palm striking against his cheek. immediate grin of victory taking over his face, baring his other cheek toward you in a challenge. “ ‘s that all you’ve got?”
embarrasses you in public by loudly whining like a child and ignoring everything you say to him, doing the opposite of what you say etc. all to watch the vein in your neck throb and your jaw clench in promise of bending him over your lap and spanking him with his favorite paddle until he’s numb.
loves tight collars, nipple clamps, overstimulation, whips, wax play, blindfolds, and ball gags. aftercare is an absolute must.
taehyun says… yes !
the prettiest pillow prince ever who’d never do anything to get punished. just bats his pretty boba eyes and has you in the palm of his hand. loves being treated roughly, slam him against the wall, tighten his restraints, overstimulate him until he’s cumming dry; he loves it.
doesn’t act out to get what he wants, just sits pretty with his favorite set of ropes in his lap and bats up at you with the prettiest eyes. or he’d simply whisper in your ear how hard and deep he wants you to pound him. use him until he can’t think about anything but fat musky cock. <3
edging is a no. princess wants to cum when he’s approaching his climax, was never good at holding back anyway </3
hueningkai says… no !
gorgeous gorgeous puppy boy who can’t hold back when he has to cum :(. he can’t take any type of impact as punishment, neither does he find pleasure from pain. poor boy can barely handle cumming twice in a row. tears rolling down his apple cheeks as he pushes through his second orgasm cause he was a bad boy who came without permission.
likes his collars loose, the type to fuss if he feels it when he swallows. 6ft broad man with thick thighs and a fat ass who tears up when you spank him hard, hiccups when you bite too hard, and whines when you pinch and pull at his tits.
a true baby boy he needs time to warm up to different types of pain. only likes when you pinch and lightly slap his ass.
synopsis: You find out Yeonjun has a degradation kink after an argument.
genre (w/tags): smut, minors dni.. degrading, semi-public sex, college au
word count: 0.8k words
a/n: yeonjun. i finally made smth for yeonjun. I CRIED FOR 2 DAYS JUST FOR THIS TO BE LIKE 800 WORDS. IM SO ASHAMED. I WANTED TO MAKE SMTH LONH AND UNFORGETTABLE FOR YEONJUN BUT I CANT CUS I GET FRUSTRATED..
im sorry its so short..
"You are so annoying, you know that?"
"Maybe you should cry about it."
"I don't know how you're even allowed to walk into this fucking college with that peanut brain."
"No swearing please Mr. Kim!" The teacher piped in, though she knew both students were much too caught up in their argument to listen to anyone.
"Oh my god, did you get any love as a child?"
"Apparently much more than you did."
"What shoes your mom got on?"
"Are you trying to get killed?"
"Try, you fucking lunatic."
"I'm not all bark like you are Babyboy I don't recommend saying shit like that."
"Oh, I'm so scared."
"Mr. Choi and Mr. Kim, would you please sit back down? I'd like to continue my class."
The looks she received was enough to nod her head and sit herself down, letting them continue. The entire class even looked entertained.
"You are just so entirely pathetic it's hard to even look at you."
"Oh really?"
Yeonjun looked a little taken aback, spitting out a "yes? you're so hopeless." You gave him an amused look, challenging almost. You leaned down, face coming terribly close to Yeonjun's ear so that no one else could possibly see what you were saying.
"Then why are you hard?" You whisper, lingering there for a second to watch Yeonjun's face go red. He sat down, faced forward, and told the teacher to continue with class. "Finally." She huffed, carrying out the lesson. Yeonjun put his head down on his desk, realizing he was actually hard. 'What the hell,' he thought.
He heard you laughing quietly, you were way too amused by this situation. Soon class ended, and Yeonjun was too embarrassed to say absolutely anything as he tried to silently leave the class. He checked to make sure you weren't following him, then slipped into an old janitor's closet. 'God I wish there was a lock on this fucker.'
He tried to go behind some buckets and such against the wall so if anyone did enter, he wouldn't automatically be caught. Yeonjun attempted to quietly palm himself, using majority of his brain power to not think about you. Maybe he really liked arguing. Maybe he really liked being littered with insults by a very gorgeous boy with rings and piercings and a soothing voice.
"So, yeonjunie has a degradation kink, hm?" Yeonjun's eyes flew open, seeing you standing tauntingly in front of him. "I don't have a-" You moved forward suddenly, flicking Yeonjun's chin up to meet your eyes. Your knee pressed in between his thighs.
"I really never took you for a slut, you know? You can't even stop yourself from moaning my name." Yeonjun choked on a moan, his head rolling back against the wall. "It just happened, okay? I would never like you like that you fucking creep" Your knee pressed against him more making Yeonjun's eyes roll to the back of his head.
"You seem to be enjoying this a lot." You leaned in further, "Are you okay with this?" He eagerly nodded yes of course, finally admitting he wanted it. "Tell me if i go too far, please." You pulled Yeonjun forward to connect their lips, bringing their bodies as close as possible to each other.
Yeonjun grabbed at your hand to force it onto his own throat, you got the message and lightly gripping his throat. You brought your other hand to palm at Yeonjun's dick that was still hanging out for some reason. Yeonjun whined loudly, his head banging against the wall roughly every time he threw it back.
"You like pain too, hm, whore?" You said against his skin, biting on the soft flesh. Yeonjun couldn't stop shivering and groaning. You slowly lowered yourself onto your knees, starting to pump at the base. "How pathetic, you're so hard for me?"
Yeonjun moaned purely at the words; tears were streaming down his face already from the stimulation. "Do you want me to suck your sad little cock, hm?" He nodded vigorously. "Words, Yeonjun."
"Yes, please! please y/n" He choked out. You slowly put the entire length into his mouth, Yeonjun rendered speechless as the moan was caught in his throat. You started to go faster, bobbing up and down until you could feel the back of your throat being hit. You gripped his thighs harshly, using all your might to bottom out each time.
"Oh my- oh my god, im-" Yeonjun suddenly came into your mouth, feeling embarrassed and scared that you might not have wanted that. Though, you swallowed every drop possible, wiping your chin and licking it off while making eye contact. You liked the bittersweet taste. Yeonjun swore he could get hard purely off of that sight alone, but he was still trying to catch his breath.
You re-did the black-haired boys' pants, making sure he was clean and okay to go back to class. Yeonjun brought their lips together again for a slower kiss once you got up.
"Fuck you." he spat, though smiling slightly.
"Name a time and place." you laughed, smiling as he left the closet.
