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it pains me to say but i will unfortunately be taking an indefinite hiatus for the time being :( there’s so much going on in my home between possibly moving, family issues and even just job issues that it’s beginning to take a huge toll on my mental health.
as much as i love writing and have been trying to write, my motivation just keeps plummeting to the floor. i’d rather do nothing but sit in my bed when i have free time and sleep.
hopefully i can pull myself out of this little slump and come back to what i would call my “energetic” self but as of rn, it’s not feeling that way. i’m very sorry :(
genre: smut
synopsis: one confession later and you could have sworn that was the best head you've ever received.
warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, begging, language, alcohol
pairing: bff!nicholas x fem!reader
wc: 1.2k
The air between you and Nicholas felt thick, charged. You’d been friends forever, but tonight, after too many beers and a stupidly honest game of truth or dare, everything shifted. Now you were on his bed, your heart hammering against your ribs.
“So, you’ve really never…?” His voice was low, closer than you expected.
You shook your head, looking at your hands. “No. Not… not like that.”
“Not like what?” he asked, his finger tilting your chin up. His eyes were dark, focused entirely on you.
“Not with someone who knows what they’re doing,” you whispered, the confession hanging in the air.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. “Good. I want to be the one who shows you.” His thumb brushed your lower lip. “I’m going to taste you, alright? I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy and learn exactly how you like to be licked.”
You just nodded, a shaky breath escaping you.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
He kissed you then, hard and possessive, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as his hands pushed your shirt up and over your head. His touch was everywhere, stripping away your jeans and panties until you were bare beneath him on the comforter. He knelt between your legs, his gaze drinking in the sight of you.
“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Your lips are so puffy, so swollen already. And you’re dripping.” He dragged a single finger through your folds, collecting the slickness that gleamed there, and held it up for you to see. “All for me.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He lowered his head, and the first hot, wet stroke of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit made your back arch off the bed.
“Oh, god!”
“Just like that,” he growled against you, his breath warming your soaked skin. “I want to hear every fucking sound.”
He settled in, his mouth a relentless, wet heaven. His tongue was flat and broad, lapping at your juices, circling your entrance before zeroing in on the tight, aching bundle of nerves above it. He didn’t just suck; he flicked, rapid and light, then pressed down with the firm flat of his tongue, making you writhe.
“I’m going to make it fucking pulse.” he said, his words vibrating through you.
He was a man with a plan. His fingers joined the party, two sliding into you with no resistance, your walls instantly clutching around them. They curled inside you, searching, and when they found that spongy, textured spot deep inside, he pressed.
Your hips jerked. “Nico!”
“There it is,” he said, his voice muffled by your flesh. He began a rhythm, his fingers rubbing that spot in slow, firm circles while his tongue worked your clit in counterpoint. The dual sensation built a pressure low in your belly, a coiled, hot spring winding tighter and tighter.
It climbed fast, too fast. The pleasure was a blinding white heat, rushing towards a peak you’d never felt before. Your thighs started to shake, your toes curling into the sheets.
“I’m—I’m gonna—”
Just as the first tremor of release began to spark through your nerves, he stopped.
He pulled his mouth and fingers away completely, leaving you empty, throbbing, and desperately exposed to the cool air.
You cried out, a sound of pure frustration. Your eyes flew open. He was watching you, his chin glistening with your arousal, a cruel, beautiful smirk on his face.
“Not yet,” he said softly.
“Please,” you begged, your hips lifting uselessly off the bed.
“Please what?” He leaned down, blowing a cool stream of air over your hypersensitive clit, making you gasp. “Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come,” you whimpered.
“I know you do. Your pussy is clutching at nothing, it’s so fucking empty. But you have to ask better than that.” He dipped a single finger back into your soaking heat, gathering more of your fluid and painting it over your swollen lips and clit. “Beg for it.”
The denial was an agony. The need was a physical ache, a deep, relentless throb. You were dripping onto his sheets, your entire body trembling with unfinished tension.
“Please, Nicholas. Please let me come.”
“Mm, getting warmer,” he teased, replacing his finger with the very tip of his tongue, tracing your slit once, twice, a torturous mimicry of what you needed.
It broke you. “Please! Please, just let me cum! I need it so bad, I can’t stand it! Please, let this pathetic… let this pathetic whore cum!”
The words hung in the air, shocking you with their filth, their truth.
His eyes flashed with dark triumph. “Good girl.”
His mouth descended on you again, voracious this time. His tongue speared into your entrance, fucking you with it as his thumbs spread your lips wide. Then he sealed his lips over your clit and sucked, hard, while his fingers found that spot inside you again and pressed, unrelenting.
It took three seconds.
The orgasm didn’t crest; it detonated. It tore through you with a violence that stole the air from your lungs. A raw, screaming sound ripped from your throat as your back bowed, your hands fisting in his hair. Your walls clamped down on his fingers in rapid, rhythmic pulses, milking nothing.
And then came the flood.
You felt it building, a strange, deep pressure different from the clenching need. Nicholas felt it too. He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, and he sucked harder.
“That’s it, soak me,” he grunted. “Let it all the fuck out.”
A gush of hot fluid erupted from you, drenching his chin, his mouth, the sheets beneath you. It wasn’t a trickle; it was a release, a burst of pent-up sensation that kept coming in waves alongside the convulsions of your orgasm. He drank it, lapped at it, his tongue collecting every drop as you shook and sobbed above him.
The sensations finally, slowly, began to recede, leaving you boneless and hypersensitive. He gentled his mouth, licking you softly through the aftershocks, each tender stroke making you flinch.
When he finally lifted his head, his face was a wreck—wet, shining, utterly satisfied. He crawled up your body, his weight settling over you, and kissed you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, salty and sweet and uniquely you.
“Fuck,” you breathed against his lips, your voice shattered.
“You have no idea,” he said, his own voice gravelly. He shifted his hips, and you felt the hard, insistent length of him press against your still-quivering thigh through his jeans. “That was just the start. I’m not nearly done with you.”
His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers slipping through the mixed wetness on your stomach. He brought them to your lips. “Taste. Taste what you did.”
You opened your mouth, and he pushed his fingers inside. The flavor was intense, musky, electric. You sucked them clean, your eyes locked on his.
“Now,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he began to work the button of his jeans. “Where were we?”
just wanted to pop in and suggest an idea that came to mind as soon as I read your likes. you mentioned liking fics set in home settings, and a few months ago I had started a fic where one member was a pool boy at reader's house. it never really went anywhere, but I'm feeling reinspired to try it out again with a different member (one from your list, which I will keep secret for now). wondering if this sounds interesting to you?
also, I usually write longer form stuff cause I suck at keeping things concise. are there any particular dynamics between characters or specific kinks you enjoy most? are there any descriptors of the reader you'd like me to include/not include? or any descriptions of certain members you feel strongly about? (I tend to get a little more specific with details about the reader than the average fic writer, because I enjoy it, but I wouldn't want to include anything that you wouldn't like. I can also just keep descriptions of reader out completely if that would be better!)
open to any ideas you have, but also no pressure!
omg hi there !!! sorry for the late response i’ve been so busy with work lately! 🥲🥲
the pool boy honestly sounds like a super cool idea to me, i’d be so excited to read ! 😄 i’m totally okay with a longer fic as well so don’t worry!
im into anything i write about if that helps! praising, possessiveness (if that’s even a kink..?), marking, begging, overstim, pet names (like baby, love, pretty, angel, & bunny). i also do love a good gentle dom x sub reader dynamic but not too gentle if you know what i mean? like they still have all the control over the reader & situation :P i have an entire like valentine’s day event that was written with different kinds of kinks & i also included which were my favorites to write about if that helps you!
the descriptors of the reader can be up to you! bc although the fic exchange is for me, i’d love for anyone to be able to read it & not feel like it’s toward a specific demographic or anything like that yk!
descriptors of the members… id say for wooyoung, his long hair was my FAV!!! i also love his eye shape & his very sly demeanor if that makes sense. also his TATTOO with the veins around it?! LOVE LOVE LOVEEE!! hongjoong… i |don’t have anything specific however i LOVE a good sub hongjoong fic LMAOO maybe that’s just me ;P yunho… his height and hands… yeah that’ll do it…
i can’t remember what other members i wrote down that i like to read but if you need any others just lmk and ill edit the post to include them!
i hope this helps you in the long run! but ofc always reach out or even refer to my fics if you need anything to help guide you! :)) 🤍
warning : smut under the cut mdni please, porn without plot established relationship, sub chan, soft dom reader, oral sex (m receiving briefly) tits fucking, petnames (baby, love, baby boy)
word count : 920
a/n : here's a (very) short fic for chan's bday :) i'm a complete sucker for any sub!skz so hope u will like this one ! happy birthday to chan once again ml he deserves everything and sm more. feedbacks are appreciated, i read everything ♡
it was no secret that one of chan's favorite part of your body was your breasts. he just had to touch them whenever you two were spending time with each other, even if it was non sexual. he thinks you're a piece of art and his main goal in life was to make sure you were worshipped the way you deserve it.
however the table switched on his birthday. you knew all too well how to make him fold under seconds, using your body to your advantage, which is what you were currently doing. you could say he was on edge. to be fair, you have been at it for a while now, giving him just enough to pleasure him, but never enough to make him finish.
you stopped counting the times where he asked for release, too busy having fun stroking him, cock wet due to his precum mixed with your saliva.
" b-baby please, just please let me... let me cum already. " chan begged.
" aw, but where's the fun in that ? " you cooed back at him.
he let out a whimper that only made you wanna tease him more, clearly not being able to take what you were giving him, too much yet so little for his own liking.
" it's your birthday right baby boy ? let me take care of you just how you deserve it. "
your lips found their way around his leaking tip once again, tongue twirling around it just the way he likes it. his moans could be heard across the room, begs added to lewd sounds coming from you echoing through the walls. you took him in fully, letting his tip hit the back of your throat over and over as you bobbed your head up and down around his cock, bringing him closer to a release you still didn't want to give out that easily.
" s'much, it's... it's too much i c-can't. " he panted, trying to catch his breath, hoping that you will eventually let him cum.
you let go of his cock with a pop, still keeping it in your hands, looking at him with nothing but lust and adoration.
it was not that often that he let you take the lead in the bedroom ㅡor in the relationship in general to be honest. chan has always been the gentleman kind, taking care of everything, making sure everything was just the way you like, he remembered things so small about you it had you wondering if he was spying on you or something. but no, he was just the perfect boyfriend, very sweet, very gentle.
he was even more perfect in your eyes like how he was right now, under you and waiting for your approval, too good to even dare to mess it up.
" you wanna cum love ? " you asked innocently.
" yes please " he replied, desperation lingering in his voice.
" should i let you fuck me ? " he nodded, eager for a promised release. " actually i got a better idea, can you stand up for me ? "
he seemed slightly confused at first, but obliged nonetheless, mind too caught up in the idea of having you in any way possible.
you sunk down on your knees, looking at him from here, soft smile creeping up on your face. him on the other hand looked rather drained out, but to you, this was the hottest he's ever been.
" w-what are you up to ? " chan questioned.
" what if... " you started, taking your bra off leaving you bare for him. " i let you fuck my tits, would you like it baby ? "
something flipped in him, you could see it in his eyes. the way he went from desperate to completely feral under seconds.
" really ? "
" yeah, i know how much you love them, so why don't i let you do that, hm ? "
you initiated the act by squeezing them together, chan almost drooling at the sight of you looking like that just for him. you might be the one on your knees right now, but he knew better not to wait too long ㅡnot that he could have anyways.
he grabbed his, already very sensitive cock, before letting it slide up and down between your breasts. you could hear him moan once again, softer this time. he set a pace that satisfied him, head falling backwards as pleasure started overflowing his body, only this time he could actually finish for good.
" how does that feel ? "
" good... s-so good. " he groaned. " i won't... i won't last long. "
" can you hold on a little longer, just for me ? "
you could feel him twitch between your breasts, trying so hard to be good for you, but his facial expression betrayed him. his thrusts became sloppier as time passed by, moans replaced by begs.
" please please... c-can i cum ? "
" go on love, you can. "
as soon as those words left your lips, he came undone all over you, strings of cum landing on your collarbone, neck and chin even, thanking you for his release in the process. once he came down from his high, he came back to his usual self, like it a was second nature.
" you okay here ? "
you nodded, smiling at him.
" i am, happy birthday baby i love you. "
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♡ [ b. chan x fem!reader ] ♡ you found some interesting stuff on chan’s laptop.
♡ warnings: smut, titfucking (reader has big boobs for this😔 actlly not me tho, so it’s the only "physical appearance" description u will find, sorry), dry humping, oral sex (m. rec), boobplay, mommy kink, sub!chan, edging, orgasm denial, petnames, cumshoots, unprotected sex, creampie, chan is a pervert lol ♡ wc: ~4.6k
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wen’s note: christopher defend yourself, u little gooner! (I learned that word from tiktok, how did i do it?😃) couldnt help it w his recent mssgs lol, im warming it up for the upcoming fics<3
Appearances can be deceiving. They really were, because if it were up to you, you would swear that your hot and handsome neighbor fucks a lot, gets all the girls he wants whenever he wants, and makes them reach orgasm while seeing stars and destroys them with his incredibly exquisite cock.
That was your most sincere thought as soon as you met him. But the reality was quite different.
Yes, he was damn handsome, but at the same time, he was a loser with no luck with girls. He didn’t really know how to approach them without giggling and getting incredibly nervous. Maybe he released all that frustration at the gym, creating a very sculpted and perfect body; maybe he released it by masturbating until his cock was sensitive and limp with his favorite porn collection on his laptop.
His appearance attracted many girls; his shy and awkward presence made them fall head over heels... But Bang Chan, being a muscular guy with a defined face, simply the perfect masculine appearance that makes you melt as soon as he shows his adorable smile. With that, women waited for him to make the next move, or the first step, to send them a message after following them on Instagram... but he couldn’t even do that. He felt like a loser.
As on many occasions, he got a new crush, but for his very sexually frustrated spirits, you became his slight obsession and his greatest sexual desire from the moment he saw you. The young college girl who moved right next door, whose tiny skirts and cleavage kept him on the verge of orgasm every morning when he saw you leave your apartment.
But Chan had to admit it, he spent long minutes whimpering as he stroked his cock, imagining the perfect, tight sensation of your pussy suffocating him, picturing you fucking him slowly for him to cum in his hand, thinking of your lips moaning his name. He needed you so desperately. In his mind, he still had the vivid memory of a simple Wednesday afternoon when, like a good neighbor, he kindly and with a smile said to you, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me.” It was the most he had ever spoken to you until now.
And God, you liked Chan too, but you thought he was too polite and indifferent to you. You thought he had a beautiful girlfriend, or that approaching him and flirting with him would be useless, besides which, he had probably said that to you out of kindness.
But the day came. You really needed his help. Your laptop suddenly stopped working, and you had to continue with a rather important assignment that you refused to do tediously on your cell phone. Your friends also needed their laptops, so you couldn’t ask them... so, as a crazy idea, you decided to knock on Chan’s door and, with considerable embarrassment... you asked to borrow his laptop.
He was flustered, swallowing hard as you tried to explain. But he agreed and did something he had never dared to do before. He gently suggested:
“If you want, you can do your homework here. I can make you some coffee while you do it. Do you like coffee or prefer tea?”
You couldn’t turn him down. Besides, the pleasant, clean smell of his apartment was so inviting. And during your stay there, you felt his very penetrating gaze on you... Chan couldn’t stop watching the way your baby tee stretched right across your breasts. Chan had never felt so blessed to be able to appreciate you up close as he was now... you were a dream. More perfect than his twisted mind had ever fantasized.
You blushed, not knowing how to act, and continued doing your assignment... while he sat silently in front of you, looking incredibly handsome and striking up a little conversation from time to time. Now you knew that he was a music producer, and that he didn’t have a girlfriend. And that he knew three languages, including Japanese, which you said you would like to learn, to which he simply replied:
“I can teach you.”
Chan didn’t know what was happening, but he liked taking those small steps with you. He was making progress, which clearly meant he wanted to have you close.
You accepted, and it was a little difficult to concentrate with such a handsome man in front of you.
But you had to continue with the real purpose of why you were there. After that, in one simple movement... you were left speechless. You opened his internet browser to look for information for your assignment, typing quickly, and accidentally closed the window of the page that was still useful to you, so you naively opened the history, flustering you instantly.
You pretended to be fine. Chan was sitting across from you drinking tea, looking so damn attractive. His long hair, sculpted features, and relaxed posture as he held the glass with his very manly hand.
But oh my God. You didn’t know how to act genuinely. On the screen, there were the few pages you had opened and below them a bunch of links to adult websites.
You felt embarrassed. Does Chan know what incognito mode is?
You were shocked, but quite curious, so your finger slowly slid down... seeing recurring names like sub male, BDSM, spanking, cosplay, mommy, blowjob, punishment, edge, teasing, hentai, big tits... and a bunch of Japanese pages that you didn’t understand but you were sure they were just as “terrible.”
What the fuck. The guy’s a fucking pervert. You couldn’t process it. Besides... you learned a lot about his private life in the blink of an eye. Everything that turns the gloriously handsome Chan on. What were you supposed to do with that information now?
You nervously ran your tongue over your teeth. You looked in his direction, guilty, as if he could see what you were doing, but he remained calm. You opened the page you wanted for your assignment... but, somewhat curious, you started digging deeper into his laptop. And sure enough, you found even worse things, folders sorted by category with their respective pornographic videos, about 2 or 3 videos per file... you want to be disgusted, but you’re so stunned that you can’t quite manage it.
You didn’t know what to think; you really didn’t expect it. You even got scared your assignment could catch a virus.
But thanks to that, that’s how you ended up fucking him.
You insisted, “Thank you so much, Chan, really. I have to thank you somehow.”
He smiled sweetly, never once thinking about sex and being modest with you... but now that you knew exactly what his fetishes were... it felt excitingly forbidden to carry such information. So you had to do something. You also fantasized about fucking him so hard that you would remember the feeling of him for days.
So, fuck the Japanese. That was just an excuse. You were halfway through your first basic course session together. He tenderly and kindly explained the alphabet and a little bit of the background and history of the language... while hiding a soft erection in his pants at your closeness.
And you knew it, you could feel it. In fact, you were wearing a tiny skirt and low-cut top... just for him. It was something new... but if he liked you to be a little rough and dominant, damn it, you wanted to fulfill every one of his fantasies.
You stared at his bony, manly, long fingers for perhaps too long, just as he stared with a certain boldness but embarrassment at your breasts. You both wanted each other intensely.
So you would act just as he liked.
You took his hand, which was holding a pencil, and although you were a little nervous, you continued.
“Don’t you want to do something else?” you said in a soft voice.
It was something you didn’t do often, fuck your handsome neighbor just because you felt like it. Fuck someone simply for the sake of having a good time and because you’re horny. Or, just maybe because you didn’t know how to feel after discovering his not-so-secret pleasures.
How do you continue with your life after assuming that your handsome neighbor was probably sexually frustrated and desperate to fuck?
Chan saw you as soon as you touched him; his confused expression was certainly cute: a soft, slightly terrified look, a frown, and his exquisite, fluffy lips wanting to say something. His heart fluttered at your touch, and his world began to spin.
“S-something else? Do you want to go further, I can—” he began to stammer, doing his best to control himself.
But you interrupted him. You smiled, somewhat guiltily and amused, but there was no other way to say it, so you just blurted out:
“Do you want to fuck?”
“Huh? Excuse me?”
He blinked in disbelief, genuinely thinking he hadn’t heard right... that you could never say something like that. Why all of a sudden?
You raised your eyebrows and nodded gently, waiting for a response. “Do you wanna... or...?”
You saw him swallow nervously. "What...? Are you serious? Is it a joke?"
It wasn’t. It was his biggest fantasy come true. Sex in the palm of his hand, fucking his hot, big-titted neighbor. God, Chan couldn’t remember how many porn videos with the stupid trope of fucking the sexy stranger he had jerked off to. And it was coming true, just for him on the quietest Thursday afternoon.
“No. I mean it, Chan. I’m ready and... apparently so are you.”
Your smile widened as your hand slid down his thigh until it reached his erection. Chan still couldn’t quite believe it, but desire took hold of him in seconds, turning him on so damn fast that it was downright pathetic. He couldn’t control himself around you, so he moaned softly as soon as he felt your hand and nodded without even thinking twice. Suddenly, he felt so sensitive and unable to speak; he was on the verge of whimpering if you kept touching him.
“So, let’s fuck,” you said, amusedly, quickly standing up from the chair.
He looked at you, confused and with a certain admiration, since you were the one who aimed to fuck him.
“Turn your chair around to face me and stay seated,” you ordered, trying to sound as stern as possible.
You may have done a little research on what he likes... and you may have touched yourself a little while fantasizing about him.
Chan shuddered completely... your voice giving him orders made his erection throb at a painful pace, and with bright, submissive eyes, he obeyed you instantly. It was his biggest fantasy. Easy sex, God, he could cum at any moment, his whole body trembling with excitement, and you hadn’t even touched him. You were standing there in front of him, your tiny skirt and exquisite cleavage flattering the blessed and generous size of your breasts.
You straddled him and positioned yourself perfectly so that the bulge of his erection pressed against your center, allowing both of you to enjoy the sensation. Chan moaned once more, sinking deeper into desperation with each passing second. He enjoyed the sweet pressure of your weight on his already dripping cock trapped in his tight pants and watched you in front of him, with such a lewd look... but certainly sweet; you still didn’t quite understand how someone like him preferred to take orders, you could see it, and damn it, it fascinated you so much.
“Come on, Chan, you can touch me,” you whispered, noticing him still shy, almost taken aback by your actions.
You put your arms around his manly shoulders, moving closer to him, driving him crazier and crazier with the way your center crushed his much-needed sex. Your core reacted just as violently and desperately, throbbing and heating every inch of your body as his big hands finally grabbed your waist. Chan looked even more handsome up close, with his luscious lips, which you didn’t hesitate to take, kissing him first passionately and hastily, while your hips began to move on him, provoking heated desire, suffocating the room with sex and pleasure in seconds.
Chan touched you timidly, his hands running over your back, your thighs... but he was certainly overwhelmed, it was too much for him, he didn’t know what to take first, what to focus on, he was in paradise; your lips worked on him so skillfully, joining tongues and savoring and sucking each other’s taste, your chest pressed against his, your hands playing with his hair, pushing his neck further and further back... and the movement of your hips was his total undoing. He couldn’t take it anymore, the way your body moved on top of him with exquisite and persistent pressure, his heart beat fast and he was so agitated that it was difficult for him to even touch you or keep up with you in the kiss... it was just so unreal, he hadn’t felt this aroused in so long... Obviously, the real sensation of your body on his was a thousand times better than all his dirty fantasies and long nights where his only company was his hand.
Chan whimpered softly on your lips, you moved more and more, practically fucking him through his clothes, making a mess of each other’s underwear for both of your excited and lubricated sexes. You slowed down the pace of the kiss, making it more provocative, seductive, and sloppy kisses just to suck his puffy lips, and when you were incredibly turned on, you gently pulled away from him and appreciated his overwhelmed and cute face.
“You like that, huh?” you said breathlessly, teasing him and rubbing yourself more against him.
He whimpered, and his hands clung tighter to your waist. “Yes-yes, please don’t stop,” he begged.
His desperate panting turned you on even more, your pussy throbbing almost as fast as your heart. You smiled. You had him right where you wanted him... but you were also a horny girl with the same desperate needs as him, a part of you screaming to just bury his cock inside you, but you still wanted to have more fun with him. That’s why you were there in the first place.
You noticed that his caresses were still timid, but you admired the very daring and lustful way he looked at your face and moved down your restless body, torturing it by pressing his cock, the sensation of which took you to the clouds. It was so desperate and hot, you could feel the hard friction of his shorts, of his large bulge provoking your folds. His gaze roamed all over you, but it was obvious that there was one place he admired more than the rest, where his gaze lingered and his eyes sparkled with excitement: your breasts. Of course.
“I know what you’ll like best,” you said.
You acted quickly, and in a moment you took off your blouse and, in the next second, you got rid of your bra too, leaving your breasts exposed and leaving him dazzled. You took his wrists and directed them towards your breasts. Chan swallowed hard and felt the incredible energy run through his masculinity, stimulating him even more as his hands rested on your breasts. Somehow, they fit perfectly in them. He looked down at your chest and then up at your face, subtly biting your lip.
Chan didn’t know exactly what to look at. It felt too good for both of you.
“Touch them, isn’t that what you wanted? Use them” you moaned softly.
He nodded, his face filled with wonder, like a man hungry for sex, as if your breasts were the best thing he had ever felt. He gladly accepted that invitation and permission, beginning to knead your breasts, pressing them and taking them with a desperate but exciting patience, memorizing their size in his hands, their motion, and the exact pressure that made you moan as you continued to ride him with your panties on.
Chan admired and indulged the anatomy of your breasts, playing with your hardened nipples, squeezing them exquisitely in just the right way, making you tremble slightly with the incredible desire you had to take him and fuck him right then and there. You were both so overstimulated, panting in front of each other. This time, Chan leaned toward you, taking the initiative and giving you a very hot and passionate kiss, without letting go of your breasts.
You began to feel overwhelmed, your panties were a mess, the fabric clung between your folds from so much friction, and your labia rubbed mindlessly against his erection. You struggled to maintain your sanity and role, but you were dying to feel him inside you.
Chan kissed his way down your neck until he reached your breasts, practically burying his face in them with such satisfaction that every inch of him trembled. With one hand, he held one of your breasts, while with his mouth, he held the other. His free hand held your waist, pressing you firmly toward him. The way he took your breasts in his mouth was so exquisite, giving your skin soft, delicate kisses with the gentle touch of his lips, then savoring them, licking them carefully, and sucking, losing himself completely in the act. He could play with your tits for hours and cum in his pants until he couldn’t take it anymore.
You watched his attractive face buried between your breasts and threw your head back, moaning and enjoying it. Your movements became more desperate, passionate, and erratic. It was difficult to concentrate when you were so excited. You could taste your orgasm in such a promising situation.
“Fuck, you’re wonderful. Mmm, they’re so soft—mmm...” Chan babbled in a whimper, incredibly lost in your boobs.
You started to whimper; he was making you so sensitive, and intense emotions were building up inside you. So, you sadly stopped him, only to continue pleasing him even more.
“Ch-Chan, Channie. Please, I’ll make you feel better, okay?” You held his chin gently, and he looked up, seeing you with bright, pleading eyes, his lips shiny and sweetly coated with saliva from sucking on your breasts. He nodded and, with a burst of energy, you said something that made him tremble even more, turning his cheeks and ears red. “You’ll let Mommy make you feel good, mhum? Will you be a good boy?”
His vision almost clouded over as he brought himself to orgasm almost immediately when you said that. But he didn’t cum yet. He didn’t understand how you could know each and every one of his fantasies. He was dying to whine, for you to make him suffer while he moaned “Mommy” over and over again for you.
“Y-yess, ye-yes, mommy! I’ll be a good boy, I swear,” he whimpered.
You smiled with satisfaction. You felt a little pity, but seeing his reaction was quite rewarding. He was enjoying it too much. So, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, finally appreciating his toned body, which aroused you even more.
You caressed his abdomen and leaned down to kiss his neck, causing him to sigh in surprise. You teased him a little until you reached his collarbone, surprising him even more when you moved away from him to kneel in front of him. Chan moaned softly, immediately imagining what was coming.
You caressed him again, this time his noticeable bulge, and, unable to wait another moment, with a little help, you spread his legs slightly, touching his knees and removing his shorts and underwear. His cock slowly sprang out, so erect and stimulated, surviving your pleasurable friction. It looked so appetizing and was so much like him. You still couldn’t believe he was the kind of man who loved to whine and beg. You adored him.
You also noticed the slight mess he had made, precum oozing from his pink, cute glans, gently staining his underwear. He was holding back an orgasm. His cock throbbed on its own and made Chan groan.
“Aww, Channie...” you said with some emotion.
You wasted no more time and positioned yourself right in front of him, grabbing his hard, erect, throbbing flesh with one hand and caressing his testicles a little with the other. Chan shifted in his chair in surprise and let out a whimper that made him close his eyes tightly. It was happening... every one of his darkest fantasies.
You felt a great need to be attended to in your intimacy, but for the moment, it was all about Chan. You were so eager to see him writhing with pleasure for you, to play and have fun with him, in reward for all the times he had to entertain himself alone.
Finally, you used your mouth, and that was almost the breaking point for Chan. His thighs began to tremble, and he whimpered, babbling, almost incomprehensibly, completely blinded by pleasure, “Mmm, fuck, mommy, yes, ple-please.” His tone of voice was desperate and needy, between high-pitched and low-pitched as his voice came from deep within his very excited body.
Your warm tongue went from the tip to the base to moisten his needy cock, until you took it little by little, your lips circling his length and entering your cavity, sucking and pumping it, taking Chan further and further to the extreme. With one hand, he clung to the edge of the chair, while the other caressed your head. He enjoyed the sight of your sweet face and your mouth fucking his cock, but it was difficult for him to control so much pleasure that he was forced to whimper, to moan loudly as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, prolonging his orgasm.
You wanted to touch yourself, run your hand over yourself just to calm your throbbing organ, but teasing Chan was so much fun. He looked so damn good while he seemed to be getting the best blowjob of his life. And he was. It was dirty, precise, your saliva starting to make noise on his thick cock, gently drowning him in you. And when you felt that the poor guy was having too much, that he was starting to relax his body, you stopped completely, leaving him in a state of emptiness.
“Don’t cum yet,” you ordered him, “Mommy still wants to have fun with your cock, okay?”
“Y-yes, yes, mommy.”
Chan’s eyes were teary. It was obvious he was going to be good to you and not allow himself to cum until you told him to. He was completely devoted to you from now on. His precious fantasy.
You squeezed your legs together, teasing your needy clit a little, and did something you had fantasized about as soon as you knew your handsome neighbor adored your tits. You cupped your breasts and squeezed his cock between them. Chan bit his lip and whimpered throatily. The sensation and the delightful, obscene sight of your breasts embracing his penis was almost enough to make him cum right there.
You moved gently for him, your chest going up and down, stimulating his cock to the point of collapse, just like his exhausted but agitated being.
“Fuck!” he whimpered again.
Chan thought he was unable to take his eyes off your delicious breasts, masturbating his cock, but it was too much for him. He never thought he would be in that position, the soft sensation of your breasts and your skin suffocating his sex. He was crying, begging to cum through his agitated moans, but he didn’t say it, he wanted to resist for you.
“Are you enjoying it, baby?” you teased him.
Chan nodded desperately. “Yes, mommy, it feels so good, but—”
“But? What is it, Channie?”
“I-I need to c--...”
Chan whimpered, daring to look at you, the image of his cock between your tits etched into his mind forever. You knew he was having too much.
“Cum in my tits, fill them with your cum, Channie, you can do it.”
He cried out, both hands clinging to the edge of the chair, veins popping out from the force held in his taut body. He began to shake more, reflected in the slightly violent movement of his abdomen. You felt his member twitching between the curves of your tits and your skin, at which point you quickened your movements, fucking him with your breasts faster, stimulating him more until he came vigorously in a very hot broken cry. His semen shot out of him, first hurriedly and then warmly and thickly, spurting all over you, splattering your breasts. You slowed down, soothing his orgasm as he tried to recover, squeezing every drop out of him.
“Good boy,” you said.
He was breathless but managed to blush, happy to have obeyed you; Chan was about to say something, but saw you stand up. You weren’t done yet; you were still quite aroused. You quickly removed your skirt and underwear, standing naked in front of him, leaving him even more surprised, his tender and eager gaze returning, despite still recovering from his orgasm.
You positioned yourself on top of him again, rubbing his sensitive shaft against your wet pussy.
“Momm—” Chan tried to say, but you interrupted him.
“My turn to cum, Channie. You’re going to let me use your cock, aren’t you?”
He barely managed to nod before you had already taken his cock and aligned it with your entrance. Chan grabbed your waist while you held onto his shoulders and slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, savoring the feeling of his thickness stretching your entrance. He groaned, reveling in the gently painful sensation of his exhausted cock being used again, trapped inside your warm core. You let him bury himself deep inside you first, then slowly begin to move up and down, making him completely hard again, causing you to moan with an indescribable pleasure at finally being filled, gently teasing your spot.
“Lick your cum off my tits, baby. Taste yourself, Channie,” you ordered softly.
He obeyed instantly, letting you use him, fuck him at your pace, letting you adjust to him and slide onto his cock your way. Chan maintained eye contact—teasing you in the same sweet way you did a moment ago when you gave him head—stuck out his tongue, and sensually and slowly licked the outline of your breasts where they were stained with his cum. Chan sucked your skin and left your breasts free of any trace of him, speeding up and heating up the process. With his right hand, he encircled your figure, deepening the way you rode him, and his mouth continued to savor your tits, more ruthlessly and nimbly, leaving aside for a moment that shy personality he had.
You were so close, panting over him as you rode him more aggressively, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. The passionate act became beastly, desperate, your naked body seeking the quickest release, until you came shuddering on top of him. Your movements gradually ceased, allowing your ecstatic, throbbing sex to collapse with him inside you, but surprisingly, Chan began to thrust into you over your orgasm, whimpering to satisfy himself and fill you completely.
You were a hectic mess. Filthy and shameless, recovering in each other’s arms... and all because of the stupid, weird porn you found on his laptop.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ pornstar!jisung who flies you out for a video and makes you cum harder than you ever have in your life, on and off camera.
( second part extension to this post i made here. )
pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: smut, dom!jisung, fingering, oral (f. receiving), nipple play, piv, unprotected s*x, praise kink, light degradation words: 2.2k
the dm didn’t even look real. your thumb hovered over the screen for a long time, rereading his name, the stupid little checkmark, and the preview line that just said “hey.” jisung. your favorite creator. the guy whose face you’ve memorized from hours of his videos.
opening it only made things worse. “went through a bunch of applications. yours caught my eye. you free to chat?” you were seconds away from reporting it for impersonation until he sent a voice note. scratchy, casual, undeniably him. you nearly dropped your phone on your face.
you reply back with a yes embarrassingly fast and he laughs about it in the next message. “eager. i like that.”
the first calls were awkward.. your nerves made your voice shake, and he noticed straight away. “relax, i’m not scary,” he teased, and you muttered something about how that wasn’t true at all. he pressed, gentle. asked what kind of stuff you liked, what you didn’t. it wasn’t dirty at first, more like an intake form but through voice notes. “so, tell me. kinks? boundaries?” you listed all the basics, hesitating when you admitted you were pretty vanilla. “that’s fine,” he said easily. “vanilla is good. it just means i get to ruin you at the right pace.”
when you mentioned degradation, he paused. “a little?”
“a little,” you repeated, chewing your lip.
he hummed like he was filing that away. “and safe words? do you have one you’re comfortable with?”
you chose red. he said good choice. “i want you to use it if you need to. doesn’t matter what’s happening, i’ll stop. deal?”
“deal,” you whispered, heart thumping.
“good girl.”
the days blurred after that. he kept messaging, sometimes real questions about logistics, seomtimes random bullshit. “what’s your favorite snack?” “cats or dogs?” “you’re a night shower or morning shower person?” he had a way of weaving in comfort until talking to him felt like texting a close friend, not some pornstar you’d been getting off to every night.
but flying out to meet him hit different. your stomach was twisting in knots the whole trip. every bad thought crowded in— what if you looked worse in person, what if he regretted picking you, what if you got cold feet and literally froze in front of the camera?
and then the door opened and there he was. not behind a screen anymore. 100% real. messy hair, sweats hanging low, that smile tugging slow at his lips like he could already sense how nervous you were. “hey,” he said simply, leaning against the doorframe as if you weren’t seconds from fainting. “you made it.”
inside, the lights were already set up, the tripod pointed at the bed, and your chest tightened. jisung noticed immediately. “too much?”
you shook your head even though it was.
he walked closer, soft steps, stopping just in front of you. “hey, look at me.” his voice dropped. “we don’t have to rush. we can talk, hang out, order food, whatever. i don’t care if the camera’s on today or tomorrow. you’re the one who sets the pace.”
you exhaled, tension loosening. “sorry, i’m just..really nervous.”
“don’t be sorry, it means you care.” he smiled then, real and sweet. “besides, i’m good at making people forget about nerves.”
you snorted before you could stop yourself. “you’re cocky.”
“confident,” he corrected, grinning. “but only because i know once we start, you’ll forget the camera’s even there. you’ll just be looking at me.”
later, when he tugged you onto the bed for test shots, you kept darting your eyes toward the camera. “ignore it,” he does his best to reassure you, pulling you into his lap. “just focus on me. like you always do.”
“i don’t—”
he smirked. “don’t what? don’t spend every night watching me get off? don’t imagine being the one under me?”
your face burned with embarrassment. “shut up.”
“see? already forgetting the nerves.” his mouth brushed your ear. “good girl.”
his mouth found yours before you had time to think. slow at first, lips soft, coaxing. then deeper, hungrier, like he been waiting through every message, every call, every night you spent touching yourself to his videos. his tongue slid against yours, teasing, pulling back just to make you chase him.
your hands fisted in his shirt. his were everywhere— on your waist, sliding down to your ass, squeezing until you’re gasping into his mouth. he groaned when you arched closer, sound vibrating through your chest, and tilted his head to kiss you deeper. it was too much too fast and it all made your brain fuzzy. the camera was already rolling, red light glowing, but you dared not to look at it. not when jisung’s thumb was rubbing circles into your hip bone, not when his palm dragged up under your top to cup your breast.
“fuck,” he muttered against your lips, giving it a squeeze. “so soft.” his mouth trailed hot down your jaw, biting at your neck, tongue licking over the sting. you whined, legs locking around his lap, and he laughed low. “yeah? already needy?”
his other hand slipped up your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin until you trembled. he didn’t even touch your pussy yet and your stomach was already tight, heat pooling lower with every grind of his hips under you.
“jisung—” you tried, but he cut you off with another dizzying kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. “say my name again,” he whispered, voice wrecked already. “sounds so fucking good.”
he leaned back for a second, eyes dragging down your body, then up again with a smirk. “lift your arms.” you did, breathless, and he peeled your shirt off slowly like he wanted.to savor it. his gaze lingered, lips parting as he took you in. “jesus. you’re even hotter than i thought.”
the compliment burned through you, nerves and arousal tangling, but then his mouth was on your chest. open-mouthed kisses over your tits, tongue circling your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra until you gasped. he pulled it down, sucking harder, groaning like he’s starving.
his hand shoved between your thighs then, pushing them open wider, cupping you over your shorts. “fuck, you’re warm. bet you’re already wet, huh?” he pressed his palm down, grinding you against him until you moaned. “knew it.”
the lights were hot, the camera steady in the corner, but all you could feel was jisung. his mouth, his hands, the thick bulge pressing up against you. he looked up at you with that messy, cocky grin, lips shiny from your skin. “don’t look at the camera,” he said again, rubbing harder against your pussy. “look at me. i’m the one you’ve been waiting for.”
jisung tugged at your shorts with impatient hands, breathing heavy against your neck. “off,” he muttered, already peeling them down your thighs before you even moved. your panties followed, dropped careless to the floor. he sat back just to look at you, bare in his lap, cunt glistening under the lights. the red glow of the camera caught it perfectly. he grinned.
“fuck,” he said low, almost to himself. “you’re soaked. all this just from kissing me?” he pressed two fingers against your slit, dragging them slow, spreading you open for the camera. he held his fingers up, wet and shining. “pathetic, baby. already dripping and i haven’t even given you cock yet.”
you whimpered, trying to hide your face, but jisung caught your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “nah, none of that shy shit. the camera wants to see your pretty face when i wreck you.”
he pushed you down on your back, yanking your legs open wide. the angle was perfect, he adjusted you himself, spreading you so the lens caught every inch. then he slid off the bed, kneeling between your thighs, his lips brushing over your inner thigh. “you ever squirt before ?”
“n-no—”
“good.” he smirked, biting into your skin. “you’re gonna for me.”
his mouth latched onto your clit before you could answer, tongue flicking fast, sloppy, sucking like he needed it to breathe. you cried out, hips jerking, but his arms locked around your thighs and held you down. “stay still,” he growled into you, voice sounding muffled. “let me eat.”
he buried his face in your cunt, tongue dragging deep, nose pressed against you while he moaned like he’s fucking addicted. spit and slick coated his chin, dripping down his jaw, but he didn’t care, he licked it all back up, sucking at your hole before pushing two fingers inside without warning.
“ah- jisung!” you gasped, nails clawing at the sheets.
“fuck yeah, that’s it. moan for me. let them hear how good i make you.” he pumped his fingers fast, curling them against your sweet spot, tongue still working your clit, solely focused on making you cum.
your legs shook, heat spiraling fast, and he noticed. “yeah, you’re close, don’t fight it. cum for me, baby. give me that mess.”
it hit hard. you feel your whole body tense up, thighs clamping around his head, but he forced them open, growling as you came. liquid spilled over his hand, down his wrist, soaking the sheets. your vision had completely blurred, voice breaking on his name.
jisung pulled back just enough to watch it, chest heaving, face glistening with your slick. “fuck, look at you. first time squirting and you did it all over my face.” he licked his hand clean, eyes locked on yours, cock straining against his sweats. “you’re perfect for me. so fucking perfect.”
he wiped his chin with the back of his hand, eyeing the camera. “the fun’s just getting started.”
jisung barely gave you a chance to catch your breath before he’s standing, yanking his shirt off in one go. his sweats dropped next, boxers tented and wet at the front from how hard he’d been grinding against you.
your eyes widen. “oh my god—”
he laughed, cocky. “yeah, you like it? this what you’ve been watching every night?” he wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slow just to make you watch. “all those times you came to my videos, it was over this cock, wasn’t it?”
you nodded frantically, thighs still trembling.
“say it.”
“yes- fuck, yes.”
he climbed back onto the bed, lining himself up, the thick head sliding through your slick folds. “look at you. dripping, messy, spread out just for me.” he pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching you until you were gasping, nails digging into his shoulders. “fuck- so tight. you’re takin’ me so good already.”
the camera catches it all— the way your pussy swallowed him, the way your wetness emits loudly in the room. jisung leaned over you, bracing himself on one hand while the other grabbed your tit, squeezing, thumb rolling over your nipple. “you hear that?” he groaned, slamming in deeper. “that’s the sound of you getting ruined on my cock.”
you whined, back arching, tits bouncing with every thrust. he bent down to suck one into his mouth, groaning against your skin, still fucking you hard. “fuck, i could bite these tits all night. they’re perfect. you’re perfect.”
he pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your stomach before you could even whimper at the loss. “up,” he ordered, smacking your ass once, hard. “arch it for me.” you scrambled to obey, face pressed into the mattress, ass high. jisung slid back in with a grunt, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.
“look at this ass,” he groans, pounding into you hard, deep. “so fat in my hands. fuck, i can’t get enough.” he smacked it again, watching the way it jiggles. “you’re made for me. y’know that?”
the sound of skin slapping filled the room, his cock driving into you mercilessly while he leaned over to grab your tits again, pulling you up onto your knees so he could fuck you upright. his lips pressed to your ear, “you’re my little pornstar now. mine. everyone watching’s gonna know how good i fuck you.”
you cry out, babbling, barely coherent. “jisung, i- fuck, i can’t—”
“yes you can. you’re gonna cum for me again.” he shoved two fingers against your clit while still relentlessly pounding into you, and you screamed, tightening around him until you collapsed forward, shaking through your orgasm.
he didn’t stop. dragged you up again, flipping you onto your side, one leg thrown over his shoulder. the new angle had him slamming into you even deeper, his cock hitting that spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull. “fuck- yes, right there, huh? i can feel you clenching. you love it.”
his hand was on your tit again, kneading, twisting your nipple while his thrusts turned more brutal. “look at me,” he demanded, fingers gripping your jaw to force your gaze to his. “look at me when you cum on my cock.”
your body obeyed before your brain could— tightening, fluttering, cumming again while jisung groaned loud, head falling back. he pulled out at the very last second, stroking his lentgth over your stomach, spilling hot and messy ropes across your skin, chest heaving.
he smirked at the camera, “told you i’d make her cum like a pornstar.” he leaned down, smearing his release across your tits with his palm, groping them one more time before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.
“and we’re not done yet,” he whispered against your lips.
welcome newcomers! we hope you enjoy your stay here in spookytown! it’s creepier than a cemetery on a foggy night..
beware of vampires, killers, even stalkers.. people like you tend to be the target. watch your back— or fulfill your fantasy, we don’t care.
[ DISCLAIMER ]: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! All content under this event/masterlist is STRICTLY NSFW!! Minors will be blocked! Please be aware of warnings (blood, stalking, weaponry, etc.) for each story written! All stories are written with a fem character!
*stories will be continued next halloween due to unforeseen events!*
🦇: author favorite
⚰️: fan favorite
ੈ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ VAMPIRE 🦇 SERIES ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ *ੈ
[ BITE ME — YEONJUN ] <1.6k>
*posted last year* you were going out to a halloween party with your friends tonight, dressed up as your only obsession, a vampire. although for you there was only one real vampire around here, and that was your boyfriend.
[ VAMPIRE GIRLFRIEND — MINGI ] <2.5k>
you’re his vampire girlfriend and he adores every part of you. so much so that he decides to become a vampire just for you.
[ JUST A BITE — YUHNO ] <2.6k>
you love him and you don’t care for the fact that he’s a vampire. especially when it brings you immense pleasure.
[ BLOODY MAID — SEONGHWA ] <3.1k> 🦇⚰️
you’ve been his maid for as long as you could remember. he offered you food and shelter, a safe haven after finding you on the streets. in return, all he asked for was just a bit of blood.
ੈ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ STALKER 📞 SERIES ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ *ੈ
[ MY VERY OWN CREEP — SAN ] <2.5k> 🦇
he watched you. at every second of the day, no matter what was going on, he watched. this was the closest he’s ever gotten to you, and he had to make sure he didn’t blow his cover.
[ LOVERS TO STALKERS — HONGJOONG ] *TBC*
they say jealousy is a disease and boy did he have it. he didn’t like seeing other guys around you or even talking to you. you belonged to him and him only.
ੈ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ MASTER ⛓️ SERIES ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ *ੈ
[ SUCH A GOOD BOY — WOOYOUNG ]
he would do anything you wanted, no matter how bratty he was. you could do anything you craved because you knew you that regardless, he’d submit to you.
[ ??? — BANGCHAN ] *TBC*
he was a tough one and he hated showing such vulnerable side to him. unlucky enough for him, you were determined to see it, no matter what it costed.
[ ??? — HAN ] *TBC*
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ੈ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ KILLER 🔪 SERIES ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ *ੈ *TBC*
[ STORY — LEE KNOW ]
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[ STORY — JEONGIN ]
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ੈ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ KINK 🖤 SERIES ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ *ੈ *TBC*
[ PEGGING — YEOSANG ]
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[ WAX PLAY — FELIX ]
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[ MILKING — JONGHO ]
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TO BE CONTINUED NEXT HALLOWEEN!
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ੈ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆WELCOME TO SPOOKYTOWN ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ *ੈ STORY FOUR
pairing: doorman! san x f! reader
he was the sweetest guy you knew, always greeting you with a good morning and goodnight. but he had a secret, a dark one. he admired you, no, he was infatuated by you. so much so, that he’d break into your apartment and make up a fantasy with your stuff.
[WARNINGS]: MDNI 18+!!, smut, stalker san, sub san, masturbating, fondling, oral (f. receiving), breaking in and entering, san is a major creep, obsession, stealing?? mentioning of toys, pet names (my love), lowkey a slow burn
word count: 2.5k
He greeted you every morning and every night. He knew your routine better than you did. What days you’d be out, how long, even the minor hiccups where you decided to stay out longer or maybe not at all.
It put a smile on his face seeing you, telling you good morning and even trying to make your day by complimenting you.
Except something lurked deeper beneath these simple gestures. San wasn’t just the apartment doorman everyone adored. He was your admirer, your stalker.
“I just don’t understand. My things just keep going missing.”
He recalled you complaining to him. How upset you were that mail, laundry, even perfumes were going missing from your home. You lived in a high class apartment, so every so often a maid would come to clean your house when you were busy with work. You suspected it could’ve been her, but even when she wasn’t here, things were still being stolen.
“Don’t worry my love. I’ll get to the bottom of it for you.”
His reassurance brought you comfort, but what you didn’t know is that it was him. San had access to the keys of every apartment— that was in case of an emergency, but he used it to his advantage.
Just like he was now.
The lights were off, your breakfast half eaten on the island table. The apartment was cold and he wondered why you had the heating off. He walked to your bathroom, catching a glimpse of your shampoo and body washes. He grabbed the soap and turned on the sink to wash his hands with it.
Sweet but fruity, it wasn’t overly strong but wasn’t faint either. He yearned to smell this on your skin. He put the body wash back where it was, being sure to place it as he saw.
San peeked his head out of the bathroom and spotted your room, making his heart almost jump out of his chest. He quickly walked into your room, turning on the lamp to get a better glimpse of the place you felt safest. Your bed wasn’t made, pajamas still spread out amongst the sheets.
He walked over and picked up your shirt, bringing it up to his face and taking in a big whiff. He could smell the faint scent of your body wash mixing with the vanilla lotion he had gifted you the past Christmas. It given him a feeling of possession to know that you used something he chose for you.
He felt his pants squeeze, his member beginning to throb over your scent. It felt so wrong coming into your apartment without you being here, but he didn’t care. If you didn’t know, who could it hurt?
San put the shirt down, finding your laundry basket peeking out from the closet. A creeped smile appeared on his face and he walked toward it, an outline of your undergarments catching his attention. Your bra sat on top of the clothes, making his heart flutter as he stopped in front of it.
He slowly picked up the bra, feeling the wire and small pieces of designed fabric that lined it. It was pretty— a baby pink with white lace lining the edges. He brought it up to his face, shamefully holding it under his nose as he took a small sniff.
“Smells just like you.” he muttered.
His cock strained in his pants, aching to be touched with every breath he took in of your scent. He could just imagine you in this bra, breasts perky and sitting just perfectly in them.
He dropped it back into the basket, walking over to your night stand. One of the drawers were a tad bit opened and he couldn’t help but be nosey. San pulled it out, his eyes immediately falling to the toys laying inside.
Vibrators, dildos, even things made for nipple stimulation all hidden beneath your rows of panties. He felt like he was in heaven. He wondered just how lonely you felt, eager to want and try these on you, to give you a newfound pleasure in touching yourself.
At this point, his cock was pounding, throbbing inside of his pants. He only had so much time before you came home, maybe it was enough time to satisfy his needs and sneak away unscathed.
He grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and closed the drawer, walking over to your desk chair to take a seat. He pulled his pants down jsut enough to reveal his boxers and the large hill that grew in them. He pulled his member from the hole, a large sigh leaving his lips as he grasped it gently. He held your panties close, taking whiffs every few seconds as he began to pump himself.
“Fuck..”
He threw his head back, tip feeling as sensitive as ever. He wrapped your underwear at the base of his shaft, its light blue color illuminating in the light. San thrusted his hand over his tip, every groan growing more filthy than the last as he closed his eyes.
He imagined you in those underwear, nothing but that on. Your chest on full display to him as you fucked yourself senseless in his lap. He could feel them in his hands, squeezing them, running his pads along your nipples.
It’s like he could feel you squeezing around his cock, your sweet spot angled perfectly on his tip. Him imagined your sweet moans filling the room, all while he filled you with his seed.
All the blood poured to his cock, his hand working harder and faster. The closer his high got, the more he smelled your delicious scent. The more he craved you, wanting to hold you so close while he throbbed inside of you.
Suddenly the front door flew open and the sound of your keys echoed down the hall. San froze, heart dropping as he heard you enter the kitchen. He immediately got up, pulling his pants up and crawling under your bed. He stuffed your underwear in his pocket.
He tried to relax his breath, making sure not to make a sound as your steps grew closer. He heard your door creak open, your foot steps walking in and stopping at the edge of your bed. He felt his heart drop at seeing you, hearing you shuffle as you took off your clothes.
San moved slightly, his eyes catching a glimpse of you in the mirror. You’ve already taken off most of your work clothes, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra.
His cock twitched, watching as you began to slip your bra off of your shoulders. Your breasts slipped out of the cups naturally, nipples hard and perked. He threatened to let a groan slip, his member straining against his tight slacks.
Soon came your underwear, sliding down your legs gracefully. You dropped them into the hamper, just freely walking throughout your room without any ounce of clothing on. It’s like he was in heaven.
You walked over to your bed and hopped into it, leaving him confused as he wondered your next move. You would’ve headed to the bathroom for a shower by now, you always did after work.
“Come here.”
Your words were breathless, sweet. Calling for something, or someone. San wondered who you were talking to, remaining silent as he didn’t want you to know of his presence.
He heard you roll over in bed, a small sigh leaving your lips. Your eyes glanced to the mirror, catching a shadow under your bed. This confirmed it. He was here, and you knew it.
“I know you’re here San.”
He froze, breath caught as his name rolled off your tongue. He dint want to move, he didn’t want to say anything. His face burned bright red, body heated as he was embarrassed beyond belief.
He didn’t know it, but you had a camera in your living room— motion detected. When he walked in unannounced, naturally your system went off, sending a notification to your phone. Not only that, but he left your bedroom lamp on. Classic.
Usually you’d be creeped out, even a bit scared to even come home, but something about San didn’t leave you that way. You knew he took a liking to you. You knew he was taking your undergarments from the laundry room, but you let him because you liked him too.
Now, you were finally alone with him and he was going to listen to you.
“Are you just gonna sit there in silence? Come here.”
San let out a deep breath of defeat, crawling from under the bed and standing before you. His eyes darted away from your naked body, unsure of where to look without being disrespectful.
You sat up, giving him a smug smile as you reached your hand out. You gripped his shirt, tugging it down toward you. He was inches away from you, face still red like he was drunk off soju.
“Aww, cats out the bag now huh?”
San stayed silent, feeling your grip loosen on his shirt. You grabbed his hand, guiding it against your body slowly. San felt his cock strain behind his pants, your skin soft and warm just as he imagined it to be. You stopped at your breasts, meeting his eyes as his thumb brushed over your nipple.
“Don’t be shy. Touch me.”
He did as you said, his thumb rolling against your nipple. A soft gasp escaped you and you arched your back slightly. He brought his other hand up, cupping your other breast and squeezing at it.
This was everything he wanted— to touch you, feel your body heat up as he felt you up and down. He bent over, bringing his mouth down to your chest.
“Can I?”
You nodded, your hand cupping the back of his neck as he took your nipple into his lips. He sucked on it gently, his other hand tugging at your nipple between his fingers. You brushed his locks softly, feeling his tongue swirl around your nub with a slow motion.
You threw your head back in pleasure, his other hand gripping onto your waist to keep you grounded. His tongue flicked your nipple repeatedly, earning quiet moan out of you.
“So good, Sannie.” you ran your fingers through his black locks, twirling them softly.
“Come, please.”
He looked up at you, watching as your body shifted in bed to make room for him. He immediately crawled on top of you, hands falling to his pants. You made a face and stuck your hand out to stop him, rolling your eyes in annoyance.
“Ah ah, you broke into my house.” you tugged his shirt, pulling him down so his face was mere inches away from yours.
“So unless you want to be fired, I suggest you listen to me.”
San nodded, watching as you spread your legs open for him. Your bare cunt sat right in front of him, wet and sticky. He felt his heartbeat quicken and his cock continued to strain against his slacks, begging to be let free.
San bent over, his face hovering over your soaked heat. You moved your fingers out of the way, letting him take over as his fingers snaked up your thigh. He kissed at them softly, his other hand sliding between your folds. He rolled the pads of his fingers around your clit, treading it slightly.
A small whimper left you, feeling his warm fingers flick at you softly. His lips pecked at your inner thigh, making his way further down. He looked up at you, watching you throw your arms over your face as he played with you.
“So wet my love.”
San pushed a finger inside of you, feeling your walls clench around him in passive motions. He could feel his tip leaking into his underwear, imagining how it would feel with you wrapped around him.
You arched your back, feeling his finger curl inside of you. He pumped you slowly, letting you adjust to him before adding another finger. He stretched you out with just two, his pumps steady as he let you adjust. You squeezed his fingers, your moans getting louder with every push.
“Harder. Please harder..”
He listened to your pleas, increasing the force his fingers dealt to your hole. His lips hung over you, desperate for a taste of how sweet you could be. He kissed just above your bud, watching your body shutter as you tried to prepare yourself.
His lips kissed at your clit, letting his tongue seep through to flick at it softly. A long whine left you, feeling the tip of his tongue swirl around your bud.
“Fuck..” you muttered, your hands brushing through his hair.
San got off on your pressure, rubbing his clothed member against your bed. His soft groans vibrated your cunt and he pulled his fingers out of you. He dragged his tongue up your slit, gathering your sweet liquid. You felt butterflies dance in your stomach, feeling his lips wrap around your bud.
He sucked, and he sucked hard. His tongue moved uncontrollably around your clit, sending a sharp pleasure in your spine as you threw your head up. You met his dark eyes, seeing how this was a moment he’s truly been waiting for.
He worked at you like an animal, moving his head side to side and stuffing his face further into your heat. He used his hands to push your thighs down, giving him more access to you.
“S-san.. fuck, I can’t take it.”
Your moans grew filthy, a mixture of whines and cries filling his ears. He wouldn’t stop, not when this moment was right in front of him. He licked up your slick, sucking you clean, it didn’t matter if he couldn’t breathe. He fucked you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your flit to give you double the pleasure.
“Ah, fuck, don’t stop please.”
San pushed his cock harder against your bed, the friction becoming unbearable for him. He’d hope you’d let him do more than just touch you. Wishing that you’d let him stuff you with his leaking cock until you begged for mercy.
“Taste so good.. need more.” he muttered, voice barely heard from inside you.
You rocked your hips against his face, pushing his head down. His tongue fucked you relentlessly, lapping up all the juices that threatened to spill out of you.
You felt your stomach turn and tighten, a tingling sensation flowing through your cunt. In seconds you cummed on his face— hard, not giving him anytime to react. You soaked the sheets under you, your slick wetting the entirety of his chin and upper lip. San dragged his tongue in and around you, not willing to leave anything behind.
He got off of you, standing up from your bed and covering his pants. You looked down, moving his hands to reveal a decently sized wet spot on his slacks.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
You laughed, undoing his buckle agonizingly slow. San watched you, holding his breath as you pulled his pants just enough to reveal his wet bulge. You placed your hand against it and squeezed it gently, a desperate groan leaving him. You got onto the floor, looking up at his pleading eyes.
“You want me to play with you, Sannie?”
💌: lowkey… might be one of my favs. i hope yall don’t mind me posting these out of order LMAO
not to get political on here but i just found out gay marriage is possibly being debated in the supreme court when it’s only been around for 10 years.
there’s more important things in this world, WHY are we just consistently targeting the poor, minorities and the lgbtq community?!
this is like beyond upsetting to me especially when i didn’t vote for this mess. i’m glad to be living in a blue state, but a lot of people aren’t that lucky and that makes me worry for them.
my girlfriend is literally stuck in an red state. this is just sad :(
ੈ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆WELCOME TO SPOOKYTOWN ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ *ੈ STORY THREE
pairing: vampire! seonghwa x f! maid reader
after saving your life, you’ve served him for as long as you known in order to thank him. you never disobeyed him— anything he wanted of you, you did. even if it meant a taste of your blood, you didn’t dare question him.
[WARNINGS]: MDNI 18+!!!, smut, blood, biting, vampirism, gentle dom! seonghwa, pet names (sir, baby, good girl), fingering, teasing, unprotected sex, praising, notable height difference, seonghwa’s refers to reader as his “lily” & “flower”
word count: 3.1k
You knocked at his door, creaking it open slightly. You spot him at his desk, working diligently at his writing. He pushed his glasses up, glancing from his desk mirror for a second before continuing his work.
“Is dinner ready, my lily?”
You opened the door fully, keeping your hands clasped in front of your apron.
“Yes, sir. It’s on the table just as you requested.”
He gave you a long smile, pushing his white hair back. You stood there for a moment longer, not expecting any response from him. Just as you began to close the door, you heard his chair move, stopping you in your tracks.
“Wait.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you opened the door one again. He adjusted his glasses and put the pen down, signaling for you to come to him.
He remained silent, closing the book he was writing in. He pulled his glasses off of his head and a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping down any smudges on the lenses.
“Is there something you need, sir?”
He chuckled to himself, eyes meeting yours for a moment. He put his glasses back on, turning to fully face you in the chair.
“I told you, you don’t have to keep calling me that. We’ve known each other for some time now. Please, call me Seonghwa.”
You felt your face burn red from embarrassment, not wanting to disrespect him. He chuckled to himself and stood up, his figure towering over you. He walked past you, leaving the door open for you to follow him to the dining room.
He took a seat at the table, placing a white handkerchief into the collar of his shirt. You noticed that he was always a clean man, never liked to get dirty. Even when he drank blood— your blood, he was neat, not the messy monster people made him out to be.
Though of course you never seen him that way, because he took care of you. No matter how much blood you gave him, you always felt like you owed him regardless. No deed would ever repay him for taking you in.
“Thank you for dinner.”
Seonghwa smiled at his dish— steak, a big one, it’s all he asked for. He watched you in the kitchen, unbothered and washing any dishes you used to prepare his meal. Although your back was turned to him, you could feel his eyes piercing into you. He was silent— he normally was when eating, but you knew he was staring and watching your body language.
Your breathing was steady, but he heard your heartbeat telling a different story. You were nervous despite looking completely fine on the outside and he wondered why.
He looked away, brushing it off and beginning to cut into the steak. You remained at the sink, rinsing off a bigger knife and bringing it to the drying rack. It suddenly slipped out of your hand, causing you to grab it out of instinct only to slice your hand open.
You let out a small whimper, making sure not to disturb him as he enjoyed peace and quiet during dinner. You kept the water running, picking up the knife and glancing at your hand for a second.
“Excuse me...” you turned off the faucet, keeping your hand closed and turning to face him.
He raised an eyebrow at you, cutting the steak into smaller chunks.
“I’m going to run to the ladies room, if that’s okay.”
Seonghwa nodded, hearing your foot steps quicken as you attempted to leave the kitchen. That’s when he smelled it.
Your scent.
Not just any scent, but the scent of your blood which he recognized very well at this point.
Seonghwa quickly got up and walked over to you, watching as you held your hand closed and away from him.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you, sir. It was just an accident..”
He held his hand out, signaling for you to let him see. You hesitated, not wanting your mishap to be any of his concern especially when he just wanted to eat his dinner. You met his eyes, they weren’t cold no, they were reassuring. His intentions weren’t to hurt you, but to help you.
He grabbed your hand, moving your fingers to uncover the wound. You winced in pain, noticing a small pool of blood sit in your hand and drip onto the floor. His eyes never left your hand, remaining glued to the small bits of blood that trickled onto the floor.
“It’s nothing sir, I can clean it up myself.”
Your voice was laced with hesitation, unsure of what his next move may be. He looked up at you again, feeling his heart racing at just the smell of your sweet scent.
“Let me.” he gave you a small smile, waiting for your answer.
“I promise I’ll be gentle this time.”
You didn’t answer, but you could tell he meant well. Sure he’s been rough at times, it was hard to control his instincts when it came to you. Still, you trusted him. You always trusted his words.
“Okay..” you mumbled.
He brought your hand up to his mouth, licking the spilled blood gently. The hairs on his neck stood up and a soft moan escaped him as he lapped up your sweet taste.
He sucked on your wound gently— just as he promised, gathering any bit of blood that he could.
“Only a little.” he told himself. “She isn’t your dinner.”
His tongue swirled around your wound. With every drop his member slowly rose, pressing against his slacks slightly. You whimpered quietly, watching his eyes dart to you as your face was flushed red.
You enjoyed it, and he knew you did.
“Let’s make her our dinner.”
Seonghwa swept you off of your feet, carrying you to his bedroom. Your eyes never left his face, watching his expression turn cold as determination kicked in. Your blood was smeared around his pale lips and skin, only making your cheeks burn red even more.
He pushed the doors open, revealing a large darkened room filled with antique furniture. It was cold, but that was normal to him. He enjoyed it this way. He placed you on his bed carefully, turning on the bed lamp, catching a glimpse of your shivering figure.
“Are you cold, my flower?”
You nodded watching as he climbed over you. His white bangs fell over his eyes, and for a moment you swore all you saw was red in them. He kissed your forehead gently and slipped his leg between your dress, pressing his knee against your cunt.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be nice and warm when I’m done.”
He kissed at your neck, his teeth grazing softly against your skin. His knee pushed further between your legs, making you moan at the sensation.
“Just a small bite. I promise.”
His fangs pierced into your neck slowly, making a soft whimper leave your lips. Seonghwa sucked your blood, his cock throbbing at the sweetness of you.
You rocked your hips against his knee, desperate for anything that brought you pleasure, attention, friction. Something. Seonghwa stood up, blood dripping down his chin and onto your maid dress. He watched as you humped him softly, a long smile creeping onto his face.
“So desperate…” he moved his knee away from you, watching you whine at his action.
“But you must be patient.”
He undid your dress, pulling it off your shoulders to reveal your chest just slightly. He bit at your chest without warning, leaving a deep bite mark in your skin. He moved to the left side, taking another bite at your shoulder.
Your whimpers filled the room with every bite, only watching as his lower face became a bloody mess right above you.
“Taste s’good.. I need more.”
He lifted your dress over your thighs, revealing a soaked print on your underwear from where his knee once was. He lifted your leg over his shoulder, pressing small kisses into your skin. His finger snaked between your clothed folds, rubbing your clit softly to give you that friction you so desperately craved.
You moaned of relief, spreading your legs just enough to give him more access to your bud.
“Please,” you muttered, arching your back just a bit.
“Use your words my flower.”
You met his dark eyes through his bangs, your heart racing as he slowly dragged his pads over your clit.
“Please, please touch me sir..”
His smile deepened and you felt his fangs grace your thigh. His thumb pressed against your entrance, threatening to push through the underwear.
“Seonghwa, baby. You don’t need to call me sir.”
He dug his fangs into your thigh, this bite hurting more than the others. You whimpered, squirming under his touch as he drank your sweet blood. Your breaths were staggered but rapid, body hot and flushed as he preyed on you.
He dragged his pads along your clothed slit, watching the wet spot grow larger with every movement. You let out a breathless moan, desperate and eager for skin to skin touch. He dug his fangs deeper into your skin, a sharp pain running up your thigh that caused you to cry out quietly.
You two locked eyes, a bit of fear painted in yours. Seonghwa frowned slightly, pulling his fangs out of you and wiping the remnants from his mouth. His thumb massaged your thigh softly, and you could feel a sense of concern in his body language.
“Please don’t hurt me sir..” you muttered, choked on your words.
He shook his head, realizing that he might’ve been scaring you. Seonghwa drinking your blood was never an issue, but how he did it this time was different than others.
“I’d never hurt you, but please tell me if I do.”
He used his free hand to pull your underwear down, moving it past your thighs and throwing it onto the floor. You were on full display to him, your heat glistening with arousal.
He dragged his fingers through your folds, gathering all of your slick in between his pads. You moaned in response, your hands gripping at the bed sheets.
“Shh, it’s okay.. you’ll be okay my flower.”
He pushed one finger, then two, slowly pumping them inside of you and making every sensation feel longer. You were tight, but he loved it— wanting to mold you to his desire. He leaned over your body, his face resting between the crook of your neck as he lapped up any dry blood that was left behind.
Your whimpers filled the room, feeling his fingers curl inside of you. His pace quickened just a bit, giving you time to adjust.
“That make you feel good baby?”
You nodded, the palm of his hand slowly pressing against your bud. He sat up just enough for his face to hover over yours, leaving you no choice but to meet his cold stare.
His fingers worked tirelessly inside of you, giving him a new satisfaction at watching how easily you fell apart for him. Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of you and you heard him quickly unbuckle his belt.
He shuffled in bed, and in seconds he was hovering over you again. Seonghwa pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing his member in his hand as he tried to prepare you.
He brought his tip to your entrance, dragging it through your slit a couple of times. You arched your back just a bit, his eyes never leaving yours the entire time.
“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts my flower.”
You nodded, feeling his head push against your opening. He went slow, going a bit further until you whimpered softly. He stopped, looking up at you for any concern. You took a deep breath, signaling for him to continue.
He pressed his thumb against your bud, rubbing it softly to ease the bit of tension you had. You moaned in pleasure, opening your legs to give him more access to you. He pushed his head until it was inside of you fully, a loud gasp escaping your lips.
“So big.. it hurts.”
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” Seonghwa massaged your thigh, giving you a soft smile.
You quickly shook your head no and asked him to continue, reassuring him that you were ready for him. He took your word for it, fucking you slowly with just the head of his cock. You whimpered, unsure of whether if you should feel more pain than you were. It already felt so good, but you knew there was more than just that.
Seonghwa leaned over your body, fitting his head in the crook of your neck. His nose angled with the wound of his previous bite, smelling your sweet blood through its opening. He could hear your heart racing with every inch he gave you and it felt exhilarating to him.
He pushed a bit more, his shaft now molding your tight hole. Your hands flew to his arms, squeezing them tightly as you took a deep breath. He was big— at least to you, this is something you’ve never done before, not even with him.
“Shh baby, you can handle it.”
He fucked you slow and steady, feeling your walls tighten with every thrust. You squeezed him, making his cock throb even more than it was.
“Fuck, fuck… sir— Seonghwa, please..”
He kissed at your neck, trying his best to soothe you but your strong scent distracted him. It tempted him in a way he didn’t want it to.
“Smell— feel so good. You feel so good my lily.”
He was now fully inside of you, molding every inch of your hole to his liking. He used his hand to push your thigh out, opening you even further to give him more access.
Your moans filled the hollow room and your nails dug even deeper into his skin. Seonghwa licked at your wound, sending chills down your spine. He groaned loudly, softly pumping at your sweet spot.
“Just a bite.. just one bite.”
It didn’t even take a second for his fangs to puncture your skin, giving you no warning at all. He sucked hard, getting drunk off of your delicious taste. Your whimpers turned into deep moans, ones of pleasure.
“Sir.. please..”
He pulled away from your neck, blood dripping onto your exposed collarbones and dress.
“Shh..”
You caught his eyes for a second, seeing nothing but dark orbs. He was no longer himself, no longer the man who cared for and was protective of you.
“You’re being such a good girl..” He licked the bits of blood that dripped onto your collarbones, his cock quickening its pace inside of you.
“Just wanna tear this sweet skin to bits.”
Your whimpers were mixed with cries of pleasure as you felt his head pound at your hole. Seonghwa thrusted harder, faster, not even caring for how tight you were. Your walls fluttered around his member, and you felt your legs closing in on his waist.
“Open up baby, I’m trying to be gentle.”
Everything felt blurry, the room felt as if it was spinning with every pump he gave. Seonghwa pushed your legs open and leaned over your body once again, his cock ramming into your pelvic floor. He pulled you in for a kiss, the blood on his lips mixing in with your salvia.
You both moaned into the kiss, butterflies filling into your stomach as your hands came up to cup his cold face. You felt so warm in his grasp and he couldn’t help himself.
His fangs pierced your lip, a bit of blood dripping into his mouth as he tugged at it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. Seonghwa kissed down your chin, digging his head under your neck.
“Fuck, so tight.. just wanna ruin you.”
His shaken breaths bounced off your neck, and you could feel yourself getting closer to your high. Seonghwa was just as close, his thrusts getting stronger as he desperately tried to pull you apart.
His cold skin was suddenly warm, face flushed as his heat rushed to his cock. He couldn’t— not just yet, he wanted to hold out, be inside you for just a bit longer.
“Seonghwa…” you mumbled, body shaking.
Your jugular vein was so close, so loud in his ears. He craved to taste, tear it apart, even if it was vital to you. Except he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He promised not to hurt you.
He sat up, his hands holding onto your waist and giving you a new angle. He fucked you to no end, throwing his head back as his tip teased you. You threw your hands over your face, feeling a tough knot in your stomach as your bliss washed over you. A small white ring formed around his member, turning him on in ways he couldn’t explain.
“Fuck, move your hands baby.. let me see your pretty face.”
You did as he said, your eyes glossy and submissive when his were just dark and cold. His hips jerked and stuttered, unable to keep himself sane. In seconds his hot cum poured inside of you, mixing with the sweet slick you made. His thrusts slowed, making sure every last bit of him remained inside you.
He dragged his fingers across your sensitive bud, watching your body flinch at his touch. He pulled himself out of you softly, a small web of cum leaking from his head. He admired your cunt— how red and swollen it became, how messy his spirts of cum left it.
“You did so well, my flower.”
His eyes softened, realizing the mess of blood that covered your skin and dress. Seonghwa’s eyes widened, becoming fully aware of what he did to you and how he let his monster take over.
“Ah, your delicate skin...”
“It’s okay.” You smiled, sitting up to cup his cheek.
Your warm eyes comforted him, keeping his distracted from the bites left along your body.
“Did I scare you? I’m sorry, I can’t seem to control myself when it comes to you.”
You pulled him in for a kiss, your heart fluttering over how much he cared about you. He sighed of relief, resting his forehead against yours.
You knew he couldn’t control himself, but it wasn’t something he gave up working on. You trusted him regardless, and you knew that even when he wasn’t himself, he was still gentle, still worried about your well being.
That’s exactly why you stayed, why you continue to love him. All of him.
💌: lowkey might be my fav… i did not expect this to be so long help
