• ྀི ყ ushi is just super cute! the way he tries so hard to be the dominating one in the relationship, yet is always the one to get so hard and whiny... he just can't help himself! the minute your fingers are in his jeans and wrapped around his cock, with that teasing and flirty look you always give him, he's seeing stars.
dilf!psh x reader, dads bsf!psh, age gap, virginity loss, toxic parental relationship, alcoholism, daddy issues, fingering, mutual masturbation, recording, unprotected sex, hyung line mentioned, smoking, illit moka & minju mentioned, not proofread 6.8k wc
when your father's disgustingly good-looking best friend drops off your drunk dad, only to stay behind and distract you from the pain.
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you loved school.
not because you were some overly studious nerd who couldn't get enough of textbooks and homework, but because school felt freeing. it was the only place where your lungs didn’t burn with the suffocating scent of alcohol.
home was different.
you dreaded walking back every afternoon, fingers tightening around your bag as you stood outside the front door, already knowing what waited on the other side.
the smell hit first.
sharp. bitter. stale.
it clung to the walls, the furniture and your clothes like it had permanently seeped into every corner of your life.
you hated it. you hated what caused it even more.
your dad.
ever since your mom died from a brutal car accident, your life had never been the same.
what was once a warm, happy family slowly fell apart piece by piece. your dad changed after her death. at first it was only a drink or two after work, small enough for you to pretend it wasn’t becoming a problem.
but as the days turned into months, and the months into years, his grief only grew heavier.
and so did the drinking.
he drowned himself in alcohol so often that eventually, it felt like he stopped being your father altogether. the man who used to laugh with your mom in the kitchen and drive you to school every morning became nothing more than a stranger passing through the house.
now, you couldn’t even remember the last proper conversation the two of you had without it turning into some sort of argument.
it had probably been almost two years.
you kept your bag slung over one shoulder as you sat in class, staring at your notebook without really seeing it.
you blinked slowly, forcing yourself to write a few words down just so it looked like you were listening.
around you, everyone else seemed more awake than you felt.
moka was somewhere nearby, probably already done copying notes and now quietly kicking your chair just to get your attention.
“psst,” she whispered. “you’re literally spacing out again.”
you turned your head slightly, forcing a small hum of acknowledgment.
“i’m not,” you mumbled.
instead of turning back to her work, she leaned forward a little.
“hey,” she whispered again. “random question.”
“do you think minju likes anyone?” that got your attention.
you glanced at her. “what?”
moka tried (and failed) to look casual.
“nothing. i was just wondering.”
you stared at her for a second, “you like her.”
“shh!” moka immediately hissed, looking around even though nobody was paying attention. “keep your voice down.”
you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips, “wow.”
you let out a quiet laugh.
for the first time all lesson, moka looked more distracted than you did.
the bell eventually came like a relief you didn’t realize you were waiting for.
chairs pushed back, the room filled with noise again, and people started packing up faster than the teacher could even finish speaking.
you moved a little slower, slipping your notebook into your bag while everyone else rushed out.
moka waited for you by the door, rocking back on her heels.
the hallway was crowded, loud with students spilling out of classrooms, lockers slamming shut, voices overlapping everywhere.
you kept your gaze forward, letting moka talk beside you about something random—someone’s drama, a test she barely studied for, a teacher she didn’t like.
you responded here and there, but your answers were short, half there.
at one point, minju passed by with a few friends and moka's sentence immediately cut off.
you watched her eyes follow minju for a second before she quickly looked away.
“you are so obvious,” you said.
“i literally didn't do anything.”
“right.”
“i didn't!”
by the time you reached the school gates, the air outside felt slightly better.
you slowed down without realizing it as you began to focus on what moka had to say.
“come on, y/n!” moka whined, dramatically tugging on your arm as the two of you walked out of school. “it’s been forever, and we’re always hanging out at my place. i wanna go to yours for once too.”
you let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
“maybe another time.”
“that’s what you said last time,” she pouted, narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously. “and the time before that. are you secretly hiding something in your house or something?”
if only she knew.
your grip tightened slightly around your bag. “it’s just messy.”
“messy?” moka scoffed. “y/n, my room literally looks like a tornado hit it every other day. i don’t care.”
you forced out a small laugh, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.
moka slowed her steps, her expression softening almost immediately. “hey,” she said quietly, nudging your shoulder. “you know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?”
the words made something uncomfortable twist in your chest.
because something was wrong.
something had been wrong for years now.
but no matter how many times moka asked, you could never bring yourself to say it out loud. admitting it would make everything feel too real.
so instead, you smiled. "nothing’s wrong,” you lied.
moka stared at you for a moment longer before sighing dramatically again. “fineee. but one day i’m showing up at your house uninvited.”
your heart nearly stops. "don't do that," you give her a playful smile to cover up the anxiousness that filled your heart.
"there’s a convenience store near your house, right? we can just go there.” she suggests.
you paused for a second. “…okay,” you said quietly.
moka immediately lit up and the two of you started walking. her chatter filling the space as she talked about random things you barely registered. your steps slowed slightly the closer you got to your neighborhood, that familiar weight settling in your chest again.
same streets. same air. same feeling you always tried to escape after school.
moka, however, didn’t notice. she was too busy skipping ahead a few steps, pointing at random things like she always did.
inside the convenience store, everything felt almost normal again.
the soft buzz of the fridge, the quiet beeping at the register, the crinkle of snack bags as you and moka wandered the aisles like you had all the time in the world.
moka had already claimed half the store in her arms again. “this is for later,” she said, dropping a pack of chips into her basket. “and this is for now. and this is just… because i feel like it.”
you shook your head slightly, picking out a drink and tossing it into your own hand-held basket. for a moment, it almost felt easy.
then the door slammed open, the bell above it rang too loudly.
you both paused.
a man stumbled inside, slightly off balance, holding onto the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. his breath was heavy, his eyes unfocused, and he walked straight to the alcohol section without even looking around.
he grabbed a few cans of beer then stopped at the counter.
the cashier greeted him politely, but the man didn’t respond properly. he just stared for a second too long, like he was trying to understand something that wasn’t making sense.
and then his voice suddenly snapped through the store.
“why are you charging me this much? are you trying to rob me or something?”
you stiffened a bit.
the cashier blinked, clearly startled. “sir, that’s the price—”
“don’t lie to me,” the man barked, slamming the cans down harder than necessary. “you think i don’t know what you people do?”
the entire store felt like it had gone quiet.
a few customers glanced over. someone near the entrance stepped back. moka slowly lowered her basket.
you weren’t looking at the cashier anymore.
you were looking at the man.
and something in your chest tightened, cold and familiar, before you could stop it. the moment you realized who it was, everything in your body went still.
the voice. the posture.
no.
no, no, no.
your basket slipped slightly in your hand.
“y/n?” moka whispered, noticing your sudden change. “hey… what’s wrong?”
you couldn’t answer, your throat felt tight like something had wrapped around it and pulled.
your dad’s voice cut through the store again, louder now, more unsteady.
“what are you staring at?”
he turned and his eyes landed on you.
for a split second, there was nothing there. no recognition, just confusion. then it hit him.
“oh,” he said, voice sharpening instantly. “so you’re here.”
moka frowned, looking between you and him. “wait… you know him?”
you still couldn’t speak.
your dad stepped away from the counter, unsteady but suddenly focused on you in a way that made your skin crawl.
“don’t look at me like that,” he snapped, pointing vaguely. “why are you even out? what, you think you can just—”
his voice rose, drawing attention again.
you took a small step back without realizing it.
your breathing was wrong now. too fast. too shallow. like your body didn’t know how to stay inside itself properly.
moka grabbed your arm, panicked. “y/n, hey—hey, look at me.”
his face twisted as he noticed your reaction.
“oh, don’t start with that,” he barked suddenly, louder. “don’t do that, you guilt tripping bitch.”
his words blurred together after that.
all you could feel was the noise. the store. the breathing. the weight of being seen like this. and moka, beside you, suddenly very, very unsure of what she was watching.
your dad’s eyes stayed on you, unfocused and unsteady, like he was seeing you through something warped.
“stop standing there like that,” he snapped suddenly. “you always do this. you always show up at the worst times and make everything—”
he cut himself off, jaw tightening as he dragged a hand down his face.
“you don’t get it,” he muttered, voice rough, fraying at the edges. “the way you look at me.. it's just like her.”
your chest tightened.
he pointed vaguely in your direction, not even fully steady on his feet.
“i wish i never had you.” he said sharply.
it wasn’t a big sentence but it landed like one.
something in you cracked open, too loud in your head. your vision blurred before you could stop it.
moka said your name again, more urgent this time, but it barely reached you. you took a step back before you ran out of the store. vision blurred which completely blind sighted you.
it didn’t matter, you kept moving anyway.
the park had gone quiet by the time midnight rolled in, leaving only the distant hum of cars and the soft rustle of trees moving in the cold air.
you had stayed there for hours without really meaning to, just sitting through the weight of your thoughts until everything blurred.
eventually, your legs carried you home on their own. the closer you got, the heavier everything felt, the familiar streets and dim streetlights doing nothing to ease the tight feeling in your chest.
when you finally reached your building, you paused in front of the door longer than you should have. for a moment, you just stood there, staring at it, as if waiting for something to change if you delayed it long enough.
but nothing did, so you went inside.
the smell hit you the second you stepped in.
stale alcohol, thick and sour, already filling the air like it had nowhere else to go. it clung to everything instantlu, slipping into your lungs before you even had time to brace yourself for it.
then, slowly, you stepped in and let the door close behind you.
you paused in the doorway for a moment, eyes instinctively moving to the living room, expecting to see your dad like usual—slumped on the couch, tv on, bottle in hand.
but the couch was empty, no tv, no movement, no sign of him at all.
your chest tightened slightly as you stepped inside, realizing pretty quickly what that meant. he wasn’t home. he had gone out again.
you did enjoy these moments when he was out, when the apartment didn’t feel as suffocating and you could move around freely without the fear of running into him.
you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you a little too softly, like even sound felt dangerous tonight.
once you were inside, you sat on the edge of your bed and finally reached for your phone. the screen lit up immediately, a few notifications already waiting for you.
there were multiple messages, all sent not long after you ran out of the store.
where are you??
please answer me
im so sorry about him, i didnt know your dad was like that
are you okay??
you stared at moka’s messages for a moment longer, your thumb hovering before you finally typed back.
im okay
you didn’t wait for a reply.
instead, you locked your phone and set it aside, like that alone could shut the world out for a while. then you got up and headed to the bathroom, moving on autopilot.
the shower helped a little, but not enough to really fix anything. just enough to blur your thoughts at the edges, to make the day feel slightly farther away than it was before.
when you were done, you changed into something comfortable—an oversized shirt that swallowed your frame, soft shorts, and a pair of socks that made your steps quieter against the floor.
you didn’t feel better.
but at least you felt a little less like you were holding everything together.
you eventually made your way downstairs, more out of habit than hunger, opening the fridge and staring at it for a moment before grabbing whatever was easiest to make.
a classic nutella sandwich.
the quiet of the apartment helped a little while you moved around the kitchen, focused on the small task in front of you.
suddenly, you hear from the front door a soft click, followed by it opening.
your hands froze mid-motion.
for a second you didn’t even breathe, just standing there as the sound of footsteps reached the entryway.
your mind immediately filled in the worst possibility.
him.
without thinking, you crouched down quickly and slid under the kitchen counter, pulling your legs in close and pressing yourself into the small space as quietly as you could.
your heart was already racing.
a heavier sound, like someone struggling slightly with weight, something being shifted carefully rather than dropped or thrown. the kind of sound that made your stomach tighten all over again because it didn’t fit the scenario your brain had already prepared for.
you hesitantly shifted just enough to peek out from your hiding spot.
what you saw made you freeze completely.
a man you didn’t recognize was inside your apartment, steadying your dad’s unconscious body with a firm grip as he guided him toward the couch. your dad looked completely out of it, barely supported, his weight slumped against the stranger’s shoulder.
the man set him down carefully, adjusting his position so he wouldn’t fall off, before straightening up and finally glancing around the room.
that was when you really saw him properly.
he was really good-looking. like genuinely breath taking. sharp jawline, straight nose that gave his face a clean, structured look.
holy shit.
you slowly rose from under the counter, the man hadn’t noticed you yet, his attention still on your dad as he adjusted him slightly on the couch, making sure he was stable.
carefully, you stepped out into the open, each movement slow and hesitant. only when your footsteps lightly brushed against the floor did he pause.
he turned.
his eyes landed on you, and for a brief second his expression shifted—subtle surprise flickering across his face, like he genuinely hadn’t expected anyone else to be there.
his gaze stayed on you for a moment longer before he spoke, voice calm but curious.
“oh? i didn't know he had a daughter.”
of course that fucker wouldn’t have told anyone about you.
you stepped a little closer, your eyes drifting past the stranger to where your father now lay on the couch, completely out of it. the sight made something in your stomach twist. slumped, unresponsive, the reality of it settling in all over again in a way you didn’t want to look at for too long.
you forced your gaze away.
the man noticed the shift in your expression almost immediately. without saying anything else, he turned and started walking toward the kitchen. a silent cue to go with him.
after a brief hesitation, you followed him.
the apartment felt quieter the farther you moved from the living room, like the tension there stayed behind with your father. the kitchen light was softer, warmer somehow, and he leaned slightly against the counter as he waited, glancing at you once you stepped in behind him.
“sorry, should’ve introduced myself,” he said, glancing at you properly. “i’m sunghoon.”
you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your face for a moment, like he was quietly trying to place you in the picture he already had in his head.
“i’m y/n,” you said softly, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.
there was a brief pause after that.
you found yourself looking back at him properly too, the thick brows that gave him a naturally composed look. the moles on his face, one sitting close to the bridge of his nose, another a little lower on his cheek.
he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers for a second before lighting it. the small spark briefly lit his face, then faded as he took a slow drag, his eyes still resting on you like he hadn’t missed a single thing you’d said or done.
the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy in a way you couldn’t quite name.
“sorry about your dad,” he said after a moment, exhaling faintly to the side so the smoke didn’t drift toward you. his tone stayed calm, almost matter-of-fact, but there was something softer underneath it. “i know he’s… not easy to deal with.”
you weren’t sure what to say to that.
“it’s okay… i’m used to it,” you said quietly, lowering your gaze to the floor instead of looking at him.
sunghoon watched you for a moment, his cigarette still between his fingers as he took another slow drag. there was a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, not mocking, just faintly amused in a way that made him look even more unreadable.
“we were out having drinks and he passed out like usual,” he said casually, exhaling smoke to the side. his eyes never really left you. “normally i wouldn’t see anyone home. this is the first time i’ve seen you.”
his tone made it sound simple, like he was just stating a fact, but the way he looked at you suggested he was taking in more than just the situation. the way his eyes roamed from your face, down to your chest and legs.
was he checking you out?
he tilted his head slightly, cigarette still between his fingers as he held it out a little in your direction, like it was an offer that didn’t require much thought.
“want one?”
your eyes dropped to it for a second before flicking back up to him, “actually, are you even old enough to?” he asked, tone flat but with a hint of amusement under it.
you scoffed under your breath, the smallest bit of defiance slipping through. “i’m 18. of course i can.”
then your gaze dropped again, voice quieter this time.
“i’ve done it before...”
sunghoon didn’t say anything right away.
he studied you for a moment longer, like he was weighing your words instead of just hearing them. then, without much ceremony, he pulled another cigarette from the pack and offered it anyway.
“then take one, little girl,” he said simply.
your heart skips a beat at the nickname. cheeks flushing before you hesitantly grabbed it.
a lighter flicked between his fingers a second later, and soon enough the quiet of your kitchen was filled with that faint, drifting smoke curling into the air between you.
the kitchen stayed quiet, only the faint hum of the fridge and the slow burn of the cigarette filling the space between you.
sunghoon leaned against the counter like he had nowhere else to be, eyes drifting over you for a moment before settling again. not intense, but observant in a way that made it hard to ignore.
you shifted slightly under his gaze, unsure what to say or do with the silence.
a small exhale left him, almost like a quiet laugh.
“not much of a talker, are we?” he said, voice low and calm, like he was commenting on the weather rather than you.
your eyes flicked up to him briefly before dropping again. “i just don’t know what to say.”
that seemed to amuse him a little more. he took another slow drag, watching you through the smoke as if he was figuring you out.
sunghoon’s gaze drifted away from you, slowly scanning the room like he was taking it in properly for the first time instead of just standing in it.
that’s when he stopped and his eyes settled on the wall behind you.
there was an old framed photo hanging slightly off-center, like it had been put there a long time ago and never adjusted since.
you followed his gaze.
it was a picture from years ago, before everything changed. you were thirteen, caught in a moment you barely felt like belonged to you anymore. smiling too brightly, arms wrapped around your mom and dad in a way that looked so easy, so normal, it almost didn’t feel real now.
sunghoon didn’t say anything right away. his expression shifted slightly, something unreadable passing through his eyes as he looked at it longer than expected.
then he glanced back at you, like he was comparing the photo to the person standing in front of him now.
“you look so happy in that,” he said after a pause.
your throat tightened immediately.
“i was,” you said, then quickly added, softer, “i guess.”
the words hung in the air longer than you meant them to. sunghoon’s expression shifted slightly, something quieter settling in his eyes as he looked at you instead of the photo now.
“he's been like this since your mom died?” he asked. “that man always complains and goes on and on about his dead wife, especially moments before he passes out.”
you chuckled lightly, the words hitting a little too close. “yeah,” you managed.
sunghoon glanced back at the photo “he must've loved her a lot.”
the smile on your face faltered.
“i guess.”
a quiet silence settled between you. your fingers tightened slightly at your sides.
“sometimes i think he forgets he still has someone here.”
the words left his mouth so casually that he probably didn't realize what he'd just said. but you felt them.
all at once.
because he was right.
your father talked about your mother constantly. missed your mother constantly. drank because of your mother constantly.
and somewhere along the way, you'd stopped being his daughter and started becoming just another thing in the house.
you let out a shaky breath, looking down because you couldn’t really look at either him or the photo anymore.
you couldn't even give a response back and that alone was enough to make your chest feel worse.
then sunghoon moved closer. he put down the cigarette before his hand lifted slightly, hesitating for a second like he was deciding whether or not to cross that line, before gently resting on your shoulder and pulling you in.
safe in a way you weren’t used to.
you didn’t even realize you were crying until your face pressed into his shoulder, the tears coming out quieter at first before you couldn’t hold them back anymore.
sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. he just stayed there, one hand lightly at your back, the other at the back of your waist, rubbing a small circle with his thumb.
“i'm sorry baby,” he said eventually, low and close enough that only you could hear it.
his words suddenly crash all over you. reminding you of the times of when your father would comfort you like this in his arms.
he exhales once, small, like he’s pulling himself back.
“it must be hard,” he says. you nod faintly, but don’t move away.
you cried pathetically into his shoulder as he embraced you even tighter, before pulling his head back.
“how about we go to your room?” he said quietly. “we wouldn’t want your father waking up and seeing you like this.”
you blinked, still trying to steady your breathing, and gave a slow nod.
sunghoon knows he shouldn't.
especially not with one of his friends daughter.
he knows he shouldn't be doing this, yet he can't help but continue placing small hickeys across your neck, spreading them down till your collarbone.
youre resting on top of his lap, hands cramped up against his chest as you nervously grasp onto his shirt, feeling confused how you even ended up here.
"i- i don't know if we should be d-doing this..." your voice shakes as he licks over one of the many spots he marked on you.
he chuckles at your words, "shh.. baby, let daddy take care of you alright?"
his hands grip firmly at your waist before he goes back in for another kiss. it's gentle and slow, almost like as if he's savouring the taste of your lips.
you try matching back the rhythm and movement of his lips, but fail miserably as you accidentally bite too hard on your own tongue. you wince lightly from the pain as sunghoon pulls back and smirks at you.
"poor bunny doesn't know how to kiss?" he smirks, almost mocking you for not knowing how to.
you bite your lip, attempting to hide the embarrassment spreading across your face. sunghoon notices and brings his thumb to your lip.
"don't worry my little girl, daddy'll teach you everything."
fuck, his words. the way he comforted you. the way he held you. why was it enough build up the wetness between your legs now?
before you can react, his mouth is on yours again. it's soft, slow and warm, "don't overthink it, just follow my lips," he mumbles against your mouth.
you start to follow the movement of his lips, your hands roaming towards the nape of his neck as he deepens the kiss. his mouth opens slightly as he slowly brings his tongue inside your mouth, meeting yours.
you quiver slightly, unsure of what to do but when sunghoon slides his tongue against yours, your tongue is able to naturally follow his. the kiss had gotten so heated, so wet and sloppy.
as the kiss continued, you felt his growing erection form harder beneath you. in the desperate state you were in, your body instinctively grinded forward on its own, earning a groan from sunghoon.
sunghoon pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. your eyes were hazy, almost like as if you were hallucinated from the kiss.
"keep doing that f'me, you wanna feel good yeah?" you nod your head at his words.
at his orders you continue to grind your clothed core against the large bulge in his pants. your whimper at the friction as you hold onto his arms to balance yourself.
"fuck.. you're doing so well for me," he groans at the pleasure.
his hand suddenly comes to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open. "stick out your tongue," you're confused but you do as he says, slowly sticking it out. he spits in your mouth, letting it slowly drip until it reaches your tongue.
sunghoon smirks at the sigh infront of him, you with your tongue out thats all covered in his spit, "swallow it all f'me, get a good taste."
without hesitation, you swallow. sunghoon nods his head in approval before his hips continue to move against yours again. his pace is faster now as youre both desperately grinding against each other for release.
"f-fuck.. feels so good.." you moan out as you grip his arms even tighter now.
suddenly, sunghoon grips your shoulders and pushes you back down onto the bed, hovering on top of you. "you look so pretty baby," he leaves a peck to your lips before slowly trailing down from your jaw to your neck, "have you ever done anything like this before?"
when you shake your head, sunghoon gives you a sly smile. "my bunny is still a virgin huh? how cute."
sunghoon doesn't waste time to lift your shirt up, exposing the cute pink bra you wore underneath. he brings his face closer to your clothed chest, placing a kiss right in the middle of your breasts.
he then lifts your bra up aswell, your breasts finally exposed as the cold air hits your skin. your nipples slightly harden at the sudden temperature drop.
sunghoon licks his lips before attaching his mouth to one your nipples, flicking his tongue over it. you gasp at the warmth of his mouth on your chest as you hold onto the bedsheets.
his hands trail from your shoulders down to your thighs, massaging them slowly before his hand makes its way over to your clothed core.
you're absolutely soaked through your shorts, sunghoon smirks at the feeling of your wetness before slowly rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric.
"fuck baby.. you're so wet, all this for me?" he coos at you as you nod your head while gasping at the pleasure his fingers are offering you.
sunghoon grabs onto the hem of your shorts, tugging them once before pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare underneath him.
he curses under his breath at the sight of you. you're so undeniably innocent yet so sexy, he can't believe his friend was able to create someone like you.
your legs close together as you feel the embarrassment of being nude hit you. sunghoon notices and forces them apart again, "keep 'em open for me,"
sunghoon doesn't wait any longer before removing his clothing too. he first removes his shirt, revealing his slightly toned abs and biceps which he catches you staring at before smirking to himself.
his hands grip onto the sides of his pants before he pulls them down just below his boxers, his bulge being even more prominent now. his thumbs tug inside his boxers before he slides them down too just half way, revealing his thick cock which was already leaking precum.
your mouth dropped slightly. you were shocked or more should you say... scared? nervous? he was huge. even his tip seemed like it'd be painful enough for you.
sunghoon noticed the nervousness on your face and chuckled, "aw, is my little girl scared? 's okay, daddy's cock will make you feel reaaal good." he says before he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.
your heart beats like crazy as the wetness continues to pool up underneath you. sunghoon's hands make way to your clit, rubbing it gently in circles.
you grind against his hand, desperate for more. sunghoon only continues to keep slowly rubbing your clit, not giving you the full attention your body craves.
“p-please…” you whispered, the word barely making it past the lump in your throat.
“please what?” he asked quietly.
"your f-fingers.. nghh.. please!" you cry out. sunghoon smirks at the way you beg for it.
"since my bunny's been so good, she deserves it." he whispers loud enough that you can hear it.
his fingers go down to your hole, which was already oozing out the slick and wetness that has been building up for the past 30 minutes since he's been in your room.
he slowly circles over your hole before pushing a finger in slowly. you let out a pleasured moan at the feeling, your body immediately feeling the heat of his fingers.
he starts thrusting his finger in and out slowly, the wetness coating his finger as you moan at the sensation. you continue to grind forward, still desperate for more.
"you know if you want more, you're gonna have to earn for it." he murmured before tapping his cock against your thigh, signaling for what you should do.
you look up at him nervously before looking down at his huge cock, the precum already leaking out. before your hand can fully reach out, sunghoon grabs your wrist with his free hand before spitting onto your palm.
with his spit all over your palm, you sit up slightly as your hand spreads the wetness of his saliva all over his cock before slowly rubbing his tip against the palm of your hand.
sunghoon hisses at the feeling, "fuck, keep doing that baby," he groans before adding a second finger into your cunt, earning a loud moan from you.
and before you both know it, you're both now like two animals in heat desperate to get each other off. you stroke sunghoon's cock at a medium pace, taking in whatever you can as sunghoon keeps fingering you at a faster speed.
"ngh.. shit if you keep doing that.. 'm gonna cum," sunghoon groans loudly.
you bite your lip as you continue to stroke his cock faster, a desperate attempt to match the speed in which he was fingering you at. he was relentless, abusing your little cunt like it didn't matter.
"feel's weird.. i think 'm gonna pee! s-sunghoon stop!" you whimper loudly, the heat in your stomach continuing to boil up. "then do it baby. do it all over me." he demands.
and with that, you cum. more like you squirt, all over him. your legs tremble as your orgasm hits you, your grip on sunghoons cock getting slightly loose but just enough for him to reach his climax and start shooting his cum all over your stomach.
"fuck.. was that your first time squirting bunny?" he questions, looking at the sight beneath him in awe before looking back up at you, seeing you nod your head in fluster.
gosh, you're really going to kill him.
he can't wait to ruin you.
without hesitation, sunghoon pushes you back down again, making you flat against your bed as he spreads open your legs again.
you look down and see that he's still hard. fuck, his sex drive is insane.
he grabs the base of his cock, positioning himself perfectly as he starts to slide his cock up and down your wet cunt, holding onto your thighs for support.
you let out a moan, your cunt still sensitive from your previous orgasm but the pleasure overtakes the sensitivity. he continues to grind against your cunt until he pulls back, slapping his cock against your clit.
"'s not gonna fit.. way too big.." you bite your lip in nervousness as sunghoon lets out a smug smile.
"shhh, daddy'll make it fit. just hold on f'me my little girl," he mumbles into your ear.
he slowly starts pushing the tip in, the pain immediately hitting you, "'s so painful.. daddy it hurts.." you whimper out in pain as your eyes begin to tear up, the nickname coming from your lips too naturally.
sunghoon could cum from your words just now, but it only encourages him to keep going as he continues to push himself in further, filling you up nice and slowly.
sunghoon leans down to kiss you as you whine against his lips, as he finally pushes himself all the way in, having you fully filled up with him now, "fuck, you're so tight. daddy's gonna fuck your little cunnie so good."
you squirm as he starts thrusting into your cunt, his cock ramming in and out you as the sound of your wet cunt and his sloppy thrusts echo throughout your room.
you're so sure that you're moaning loud enough that it could even wake up your dad, but you didn't even care anymore as the pain quickly turned into pleasure as sunghoon was balls deep in you.
"fuuuuck... so good, your pussy is clenching around me. you really love daddy's cock hm?" he almost mocks you but sees as you desperately nod your head.
"yes.. yes! fuck yes 'm loving daddy's cock so much! want m-more!" you whine loudly, drool spilling out of your lips as pleasure overtakes you.
sunghoon continues to quicken his pace, ramming his cock in and out you so deeply as he brings his hand to your stomach and presses down. you could've sworn you almost saw stars at that.
"d-daddy fuck..! nghh... 'm gonna cum.." you whimper.
sunghoon bites your earlobe, "mm, cum for daddy. let it all out," he whispers into your ear.
and with that, you come undone. you grip onto the bedsheets tightly and your legs shake violently as you cum all over his cock, your vision turning white for a few seconds as the orgasm hits you hard.
sunghoon chuckles at how hard you came, slowing down his thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm. your grip slowly loosens on your bedsheets as your breathing starts to slow down and become more calm.
suddenly, sunghoon starts to continue his relentless thrusting,"i still haven't came yet, gonna abuse and use up your lil cunnie." he groans as he quickens up his pace.
the dirty wet sounds of your intimate areas meeting each other fill up the room. one of his hands hold onto your hip as the other goes up to your breast, grabbing and squeezing it as he watches the way they bounce with each thrust.
sunghoon can finally feel the heat in his stomach brew up, "shit, 'm gonna cum inside this pussy," he groans before he quickly grabs his phone and starts to record.
his angles it just right to show how his cock thrusts into you just right while also showing how perfectly your breasts bounce with your mouth open from the pleasure.
sunghoon groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, his cum immediately filling you up. gosh you feel so thick and filled. sunghoon brings down the camera, showing a close up of his cock inside you before pulling out.
as he pulls out, he records how his cum mixed with your wetness oozes out of your hole. he smirks at the sight, bringing the camera up to show the cum over your stomach and then your dazed face as you breathe heavily.
he grabs your face making you look at the camera, "who does this little cunt belong to?" he demands an answer, placing a gentle slap to your clit as you let out a yelp before answering, "y-yours!"
he smirks before rubbing your thigh to soothe out the pain, "yeah? you belong to daddy now. i'll treat you so good, my little girl."
he ends the video before putting his phone back into his pocket. he falls onto the side next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he rubs your back gently.
your face stayed buried against his chest, his presence warm and grounding in a way you didn’t realize you needed until now.
“you did so well my bunny,” he murmured softly after a moment. “i’m so proud of you.”
his voice was quiet, almost like he didn’t want to break the moment. you held onto him a little tighter at his words, your breath uneven.
“don’t leave me… please,” you said, barely above a whisper.
he went still for a second, then shifted just enough to look down at you.
his hand came up to gently hold your cheek, thumb brushing lightly as he steadied you.
“i’m not going anywhere,” he said softly.
and after a pause, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a silent reassurance.
you stayed there for a moment longer, holding onto him like you were afraid the feeling might disappear if you let go too soon.
jake: dude shes fucking gorgeous
jay: holy shit, there's no way thats his daughter. im so jealous.
heeseung: I wanna use her up too. Not fair Sunghoon.
sunghoon smirks at his friends messages. of course he had to send it to the groupchat (which obviously did not include your dad).
the video of which his cum dripped out of your pussy and where you said that you belonged to sunghoon was enough to drive him and all of his friends crazy (and get all of them hard).
sunghoon: she's totally innocent too, her pussy was so tight.
jay: sounds like heaven.
jake: this isnt fair howd you find this angel wtf??
heeseung: Lets pass her around, she'd probably enjoy that.
jay: we can tell.
jake: shes definitely secretly a slut who likes older men.
jake: cmon hoon.
sunghoon chuckles at his phone.
sunghoon: maybe.
@evanificais do not steal or recreate.
authors note: hii :3 first ever fic, hope y'all enjoy. not proofread cus i physically cannot read my own work but i hope theres not too many mistakes. if i missed any warnings pls lmk!
I promised I’d post written out versions of my Enhypen K!nks post, didn’t I?
pairing: sub!Jake x f!reader
synopsis: one eventful evening; a very intense riding lesson and your boyfriend Jake suddenly discovers he might have a mommy kink.
content warnings: smut. explicit!language, explicit!content, riding, unprotected sex (not recommended obvi.) sub!jake, overstimulation (is it truly a Tini post without that?).
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
You’ve known your boyfriend to be nothing but a sweet boy. An innocent one. The type of guy you could easily introduce to your parents without any worries.
He was loved by your friends, loved by everyone. And yet, there is no innocence about the way you are sitting in his lap, wildly kissing him. Poor Jake could hardly keep up with you. He gasps for air as you were basically abuse his lips.
“Y/n…, slow down!”, he whimpers but you don’t care. Not when he has such perfect, plump, almost glossy lips. It could hardly be called a kiss anymore. The two of you are fighting, all teeth and tongue, fighting over who is going to give in first.
You are already grinding your clothed core against his hardened cock. You like the way he is all naked and exposed in front of you while you don’t grant him the pleasure of seeing any part of you just yet.
You could see he him begging for it with his eyes when you finally give the poor boy a chance to breathe. Jake is panting heavily now, his lips searching for yours again. He even leans forward a bit, just so you could kiss him again but you won’t, not yet.
“So desperate”, you snicker. It deeply embarrasses Jake how easily you read him. How pathetic he looks underneath you, seated in his own gaming chair. His cock is twitching, leaking precum all over your underwear. You want him just as bad but you absolutely love the way you have him wrapped around your finger. You know you could make him cum just by continuing to grind yourself against him, making him make a mess on himself.
The thought arouses you.
“Please, y/n..”, you hear him whimper already while you were just kissing along his neck. Nothing more. Just a trail of kisses along his neck all the way up to his ear.
Then you whisper: “please what? If you’re going to beg, at least do it properly.”
Jake lets out another desperate moan, his dick throbbing so much it almost hurts. No, it does hurt. There is no pride standing in his way, no shame. That’s what you like so much about him.
“Please, fuck me, y/n. I’ll do whatever.”, he begs, properly now and you grin as you finally take off your clothes. As soon as your tits are out, it’s almost like Jake’s eyes threaten to jump out of his head. He truly needs to contain himself or else he would have drooled over them. His obsession with your beautiful, round tits is no joke and he is so ready to wrap his lips around your already hardened nipple, but you stop him.
“I’ll let you suck on my tits, after I milked your cock dry, you hear me?”
Your words make your boyfriend whimper yet again, an adorable sound and he nods fully devoted.
You don’t bother taking off your slip, you just pull it to the side. “Wait.. I don’t have any condoms on me.”, Jake suddenly speaks, his voice is shaky from how you’re rubbing his tip against your clit.
You can’t help but laugh right into his face when you see the worried expression on your face. “Are you fucking kidding me? If I’m going to fuck you, Sim Jaeyun, I’m going to do it raw. Or do you not want that?”, you ask, only ready to accept one answer and Jake delivers it without hesitation:
“No, of course I want that! I want that so bad.”
That’s when you finally give in. Normally, you like to torture your devoted, pretty boy a little longer. Sometimes you even like to suck or jerk him off a few times without letting him finish before you finally allow him to enter you, but not today. Today is going to be special, you feel it in your bones.
You lift yourself up a little, your hand tightly wrapped around his hardened length as you align his tip with your entrance. You circle it around a few times to collect enough of your sweet juices to use as lube. Then you sink down on him, and you take great care to go painfully slow. You gasp now too, feeling each and every centimetre of your boyfriend’s raw, big and twitching cock splitting you in half, even now, even after so many times you’d had sex.
Jake’s eyes are squeezed shut and his jaw clenched, he tries his hardest not to cum already from just that but he holds back very well as for now.
You take him all in, your walls sucking at him, swallowing and gripping around him. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck and he has his face pressed against your shoulder, his lips pressing kisses to your delicate skin. Jake thinks he has already reached complete ecstasy before you even start moving and when you do, he immediately grabs the table behind you, trying to hold onto anything.
“Ahh- y/n”, he whines slowly as you rock your hips back and forth and you groan softly. Jake looks adorable like this. He’s already fucked out and completely wasted, trying his hardest to stay composed and he knows what you’re about to do to him. He knows you that well and he’s going to be proofed right.
You start bouncing on him, throwing your head back as your tits start to jiggle. Jake doesn’t hold back: he’s groaning and whimpering into the emptiness of his own room. The clapping sounds of your ass meeting his thighs are filling the room and mixing with your shared moans and your juices collecting inside of your pussy, wetting his cock more and more.
“Fuck, feels so good”, you praise your boyfriend who’s struggling so hard, trying to keep his tongue inside of his mouth. A habit of his. It helped him to keep a little quieter for at least some more time.
Your tight pussy feels amazing around his bare cock. It’s been a while since you’ve fucked him raw and you’ve missed it dearly. It drives you mad, like an animal in rut and you don’t care about him already struggling anymore. All you focus on is getting high on the feeling of his tip hitting against your g-spot again and again.
“Y/n… wait…— wait!”
You go harder and harder, faster and faster and Jake’s moans grow louder by the second. You’re going way too fast without any warning, holding onto the back of your boyfriend’s chair for support now. Your chest is pressed tightly against his, your back arched and your ass shaking on his lap.
“Fuck— fuck! Fuck, slow down. Please, slow down y/n.”
But you don’t listen and that’s when it happens. You don’t see it coming, neither does Jake. It slips his lips so naturally, as if he’s said it before but you know he hasn’t. Maybe only in his dreams or whenever he’s jerked off to the thought of you.
“Fuck.. mommy..”. It rolls off his tongue like a habit and it surprises you at first. But somehow, it turns you on even more and makes you move even faster instead of stopping. You stare into his eyes as he stares into yours. You can see there’s a hint of fear in his gaze, as if he feels anxious about your reaction. You know he didn’t plan to say that out loud, probably ever.
But you want to hear it again, immediately that is, so you command it, naturally: “say that again.”. Jake stares at you, blushing now and he shakes his head without noticing it.
“Be a good fucking boy and say it again.”
You see him gulp now and you snicker. He knows he doesn’t stand a chance and he knows you would not let him cum all night if he doesn’t obey, so he does:
“Mommy”, he whispers timidly at first, but as soon as he sees how much you’re getting off on this, how much you’re enjoying it too, he repeats much bolder:
“Mommy, fuck. You feel so fucking amazing, mommy.”, he moans against your lips and you kiss him as a reward. You kiss him as you feel you riding yourself to your high and you already knows it’s going to be the most intense orgasm you’ve had in a while.
Jake feels it too. In fact, it happens way quicker than expected.
“That’s it, good boy.” Those few words are enough to send him over the edge. He doesn’t feel it rolling towards him from afar, like you do, no. It just washes over him out of nowhere. One moment and his entire body is shaking, shoots of cum painting your walls. Your name rolls over his lips now but you continue to ride him until you finally reach your high as well.
And you do as you had announced early: you milk him dry until his cock burns with soreness. Until his legs give out under him - good thing he’s already sitting down.
You have never seen your boyfriend this fucked out before, you have never seen him cum this hard before.
And before you let his cock slip out of you, the two of you already know it:
NERDY BF JAKE LETTING YOU RIDE HIM WHILE WEARING HIS GLASSES AND HE WHIMPERS AND IS SO VOCAL MMMMMM
𓂃 good boy
𖦹 𝑏𝑓!𝑗𝑎𝑘𝑒 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 , 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 ꫂ
You straddle Jake’s lap on his bed, the room dimly lit by his desk lamp and scattered with comic books and gaming controllers. His glasses sit perched on your nose, the thick black frames sliding down slightly as you grind against his hard cock, already slick with your dripping wetness. Jake looks up at you with wide, needy eyes, his cheeks flushed pink behind those messy brown curls.
“Fuck, baby… you look so hot wearing my glasses,” he whimpers, his voice cracking as you sink down onto him slowly. His thick length stretches your tight pussy open, inch by inch, until he’s buried balls deep inside you. You feel every vein and ridge pulsing against your walls.
You start to ride him, rolling your hips in deep circles, your tits bouncing with every movement. Jake’s hands grip your thighs desperately, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he lets out a shaky moan. “Oh god… yes, just like that. You’re so fucking wet and tight around me. I can feel you squeezing my cock.”
His glasses fog up a little on your face from the heat building between you. You bounce harder, slamming your ass down onto him, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with his vocal whimpers. Jake throws his head back, mouth open as he gasps and moans without shame.
“Shit… you’re gonna make me cum already. Ride me faster, please. I love how your pussy takes all of me,” he whines, his hips bucking up weakly to meet your rhythm. Sweat beads on his forehead, and he looks so fucking nerdy and wrecked beneath you, completely lost in the pleasure.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and grind your clit against his pelvis with every downward thrust. His cock hits that perfect spot deep inside you over and over, making your juices coat his balls and drip down his thighs.
Jake’s voice gets louder, breathy and broken. “Ahh… fuck, baby, right there. You’re so good at this. I can’t… “ He reaches up with trembling hands to squeeze your breasts, pinching your nipples as he whimpers again. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop riding my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”
You pick up the pace, fucking him rougher, your pussy clenching around his throbbing dick. Jake’s eyes roll back, and he starts babbling, completely vocal and desperate. “Yes, yes, yes… oh my god…Fuck, I’m so close already.”
His whimpers turn into full moans as you ride him relentlessly, the glasses slipping further down your nose. Jake’s grip on your hips tightens, and he thrusts up into you with needy jerks. “I’m cumming… fuck, I’m cumming inside you! Don’t stop, please… take it all.”
You feel him explode deep in your pussy, hot thick ropes of cum flooding you as he cries out your name in broken gasps, body shaking underneath you. Even after he finishes, he keeps whimpering softly, oversensitive and still hard as you keep grinding on his spent cock. “I need more of your tight pussy.”
You keep riding Jake hard, your soaked pussy sliding up and down his cock with filthy wet sounds, his cum from the first load already leaking out around his shaft and making everything even messier. His glasses stay perched on your face, slightly crooked now as you bounce. Jake is a whimpering mess beneath you, hands squeezing your ass while he moans loudly.
“Fuck, baby, you’re draining me… I can’t believe how good you feel,” he gasps, voice cracking.
But his hips start bucking up with more force, and suddenly Jake lets out a needy growl. In one quick movement he sits up, wraps his arms around your waist, and flips you over. He pushes you down onto the bed on your back, the mattress bouncing under you. His glasses remain on your face as he crawls over you, breathing heavy and eyes dark with lust behind his messy curls.
You barely have time to catch your breath before Jake kneels between your spread legs, stroking his slick, still-hard cock furiously. He looks down at you with pure desperation, his tip swollen and leaking.
“Look at you…” he whimpers, pumping himself faster. “I need to cum on that pretty face. Can I? Please let me paint you.”
He leans over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other jerks his cock right above your face. His balls tighten as he stares at you through the lenses. “Oh shit… I’m so close. You look so hot right now. Open your mouth, baby. Stick your tongue out for me.”
Jake’s strokes get erratic, his whimpers turning into broken moans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Thick ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, splattering across your cheeks, lips, and tongue. Some lands right on the lenses of his glasses, dripping down the frames as he keeps pumping every last drop. He groans loudly, body shaking while he milks himself dry onto you.
“Take it… take all my cum like a good girl,” he moans, voice hoarse.
When he’s finally spent, Jake collapses beside you, chest heaving. He reaches out with a trembling finger, smearing some of his cum across your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth.
“Swallow for me,” he whispers, still sounding needy. “We’re not done yet… I want to fuck you again after you clean up like that.”
relationships: non idol! swat!Seungmin x female!Reader
cws: smut, fingering, choking, possessiveness and jealousy, rough sex, unprotected sex, uniform kink, handcuffing, slight orgasm denial, mean dom!Seungmin, abuse of power, uniform stays on during sex, use of the words “slut” and “pup”
word count: 2365
summary: after a busy day and you not being able to answer your boyfriends messages, he decides to have a look on what you’re doing
a/n: happy birthday to my one and only Isa! I love you girl! This is for you! (Thanks to AJ, Hannah and Bee for helping me with this, love you too!) - she’s my beta reader and very dear friend, yall better leave your birthday wishes in the comments! 🫵🏻
You sighed in relief when you let yourself fall onto your couch after a long day of work and running some errands after that. You had just slipped into some comfortable clothes and relished in the thought that you could relax for the rest of the day.
Pulling your phone out for the first time in hours, you immediately realized that relaxing was off the table.
You had multiple missed calls from Seungmin, several messages of him asking what you’re doing, if everything was okay and why you couldn’t answer the phone.
The pleas of answering or calling him back soon turned into heated orders, you could literally tell he was mad typing these. You sat in an upright position again, scrolling down to the latest message.
‘That’s it, I’m coming over’
Seungmin was supposed to be at work, he was a SWAT officer, he couldn’t just leave there. But still, you soon heard some banging against the front door.
“Open up!”
You felt goosebumps all over your body, you almost didn’t recognize his voice. It was so loud, so menacing and threatening.
“Open immediately, or else I will force my way in”.
This situation was weirdly arousing to you, the unrelenting fierceness in his tone was making you wet in no time. And as much as you probably liked seeing him burst in, you knew better and got up to follow his orders.
Instead of him giving you a kiss after entering the apartment like he always did when coming home, he shoved you inside roughly and kicked the door close with a foot.
“Hands against the wall,” he said flatly, voice thundering.
You couldn’t react to it at first, being completely stunned by him in his uniform - he always looked so damn good in it. Especially when he came home after work, sometimes having such a busy day he couldn’t even change before leaving—looking exhausted and sweaty because of the weight of the heavy duty clothes.
Now he looked more agitated than exhausted, pressing your front close to the wall until it was harder to breathe.
“Do what I say, I will use force.”
Your body moved, sliding your hands up and placing them on each side of your head.
“Seungmin-“ you began, but were cut off when he grabbed your wrists to pull them behind your back.
The roughness of his acts was new, unfamiliar, but you couldn’t help but find it intriguing.
“It’s ‘officer’ to you,” he growled.
“Officer-“ you bit down on the giggle forming in your throat, “What did I do?”
“You tell me,” he held your wrists in place with one hand, the other reaching for his handcuffs, “You didn’t answer any of my texts. Got something better to do?”
He handcuffed you quickly, years of experience making his movements swift and without any resistance from you, he had you restrained in seconds. Seungmin didn’t even need to hold you in place like this anymore, his hands were wandering.
“I was at work-“ you stopped when one hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you backwards until your head hit his shoulder, “And I was in the city after that.”
“Uh-huh, yeah. Did you meet up with that co-worker?”
Seungmin was a jealous man. Maybe that was an understatement. When the two of you were out together, he made sure to always leave a hand on you. He’d lace his fingers with yours or grab your hips or waist when you were standing close, signaling everyone you were his and only his.
“No I didn’t,“ you said, gasping when his hand was closing around your windpipe some more, asserting pressure to the sides.
You had a co-worker who didn’t understand Seungmin’s signals that you were already taken. That, or he didn’t want to understand. He would make advances with the dark haired man literally standing next to you.
“I feel like you’re lying,” he huffed, his tone changing for a moment, almost soft.
“No, he- he just approached me when I was getting groceries.”
Seungmin clicked his tongue, angling his leg to shove it between your thighs and push you forward against the wall again.
“Ahh, I see. So that’s how it is,” he chuckled a bit, “Followed you unnoticed and thought he could get away with it? What did he want, huh?”
While a hand stayed firmly against your right shoulder blade, the other reached in between your legs. One of his feet nudged your own further apart so he had better access. He wasn’t feeling merciful enough to shove your shorts aside or down so you could feel his fingers directly on your skin.
“Min-“ you huffed, resting your cheek on the wall.
Another frustrated sound from him.
“Officer-“ you corrected yourself without him needing to say something, “Please, just-“
“Ah ah ah-“ he cooed, head shaking slowly, “Rewards are for good girls who are compliant. This is an interrogation, jagi”.
His finger slid over your clothed folds, tip pressing into the spot where your entrance was. He was obviously teasing you with it, his hot breath on your neck was only making it worse.
“He- He didn’t want anything special. He asked if I wanted to grab a coffee with him.”
Seungmin froze in his movements, a frown formed on his face, eyebrows furrowed.
“What did you answer?” his voice was a growl.
His treatment was torture, you could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric of your shorts but that wasn’t enough.
“I said no,” you whimpered and earned a gift, one finger indeed slipped inside your shorts to rub over your folds from behind.
“So tell me then,” he mused, movements stopping, “Why did you ignore me all day?”
You didn’t dare to move your hips to get friction yourself, knowing it would only lead to a punishment in his riled up state. Although you really, really wanted to.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“But?” he asked, wanting to hear an explanation.
But you could only groan in frustration, this was going for too long. You weren’t able to fight the urge to grind your pussy against his fingers, but he immediately retracted.
“I was just busy, Min- seriously, just fuck me already.”
Seungmin growled, muttering something you couldn’t understand under his breath.
“Don’t be so cruel, I know you want it too. Stop pretending,” you said, soon enough regretting that.
“You want to be fucked? Fine,” he grabbed you by your bound wrists and hauled you away from the wall to shove you into the apartment, “Maybe you need to get that damn attitude fucked out of your brain.”
Getting into the open kitchen, he bent you over the dining table, roughly shoving your face against the wood with a hand on your neck.
“You stay like that. Move an inch and I’ll leave you handcuffed to the bed and go back to work. If I feel generous enough, I won’t set the vibrator too high,” he moved back to pull your shorts and underwear down all together, “Got that?”
You trembled and shivered because of his words, there was no need to explain this any further, so you nodded hastily. He already scared away your complaints.
“Yes-“
“Yes, who?” he pulled the shorts and panties down rather unceremoniously, slapping your right cheek once - quick but powerful.
“Yes, officer,” you whined.
“That’s more like it,” he cooed, satisfied.
Both hands grabbed your ass, spreading the cheeks slightly before wandering up, shoving your shirt upwards to grip your hips properly. He played with you, enjoyed how you couldn’t do anything against it.
“Did you earn preparation?” Seungmin asked, his fingers dangerously close to your entrance again.
You whined, his other hand pressed down onto your lower back, making it impossible for you to move. The bulge in his uniform pants was obvious, it touched your naked skin and made you want to grind against him even more.
“No.”
“Hmm, good job. You’re right, pup,” he chuckled, voice so soft all of the sudden.
You loved the nickname, it made you weak. You were lucky you were bent over the table and didn’t need to stand on your own because your knees were so wobbly.
“But still, I’ll have mercy. You get one finger,” the softness of his voice was gone as he shoved his middle finger inside.
You jolted at the sudden intrusion, but moaned out loud immediately. He was mean with it, obviously skipping your g-spot on purpose, only fucking you with his finger to stretch you a bit.
“Officer-“ you gave in, played along.
“Ohhh,“ the grin on his lips was evident in his tone, “You have something to say in your defense?”
This wasn’t enough, you needed more than that. And you needed it now.
“More-“ you whimpered, “Please, more.”
Seungmin clicked his tongue, sighing in frustration before pulling his finger out again.
“Greedy slut,” he cursed, “You really don’t deserve that preparation.”
You heard him unbuckle his belt, the pull down of his zipper.
“But it’s okay, bratty pup just needs to be tamed, right?”
He pushed in, slow but steady, shoving his dick inside your pussy until he bottomed out. You choked because of the feeling of being so intensely stretched out, so intensely full. It pushed the air out of your lungs.
“So tight-“ Seungmin hummed, losing himself for a second the moment he got to be inside of you, “You’re taking me so well, pup. Almost want to forgive you for acting up.”
The grip on your hips was punishing, the way he partially pulled out and snapped forward again was probably bruising you from the inside.
“Is that what you wanted? Ignoring me all day just for me to put you back into your place?” he snarled, one hand grabbing your bound wrists to pull back and force you into an arch.
You couldn’t answer, the force of his thrusts smothered every thought that dared to form. Your whole body just went slack, already dumb.
“I want an answer, pup,” he halted, not moving an inch.
“I- I can’t-” you sobbed, the stretch still so intense, the way he pressed into your g-spot made your eyes roll back into your skull.
“Fucked dumb already?” Seungmin scoffed, “That was fast. Can’t even speak anymore.”
His humiliating tone was going straight between your legs, your walls clenching and gripping him.
“Ohh- but your pussy can talk. Seems like I have to interrogate her, then.”
He pulled you back by your hips, basically forcing you to fuck yourself on his dick like this. You liked the rough treatment, it was embarrassing how immensely it turned you on.
“She’s sucking me in-“ he mused, the snap of his hips getting a bit shallower, “Trying to bribe me here? Trying to seduce me into corruption?”
You heard how his voice slurred, the little grunts of exhaustion. He didn’t want to show how much he liked this as well, how much he liked to play the role of the bad cop, how close he already was as well.
“You think you’ve learned your lesson? Giving that dumb guy more attention than me? Fuck-“ he talked himself into a trance, even ignoring what a big mess you made out of his uniform pants.
He hadn’t even bothered with pulling his pants down, just opened them enough so he could take his cock out. With every time he bottomed out, the fabric grinded against your wet pussy.
“Yes! Yes, I did,” you replied, endorphins starting to flush your nervous system the closer you got to your release.
“I don’t think you did,” he laughed, “Pussy says otherwise, she wants more. Slutty hole loves the punishment.”
Seungmin hauled you up into his arms, forcing you to stand on your legs. The sudden change in position made you let out a gasped whimper, he reached impossibly deeper like this. One of his hands sneaked around your throat, holding you close.
“I could tame you all night, pup. I’ll fuck that other guy out of your memory,” he growled, but pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple.
“Officer-“ you sobbed, not daring to call him by his name, although it was all you could think of.
You felt the familiar tug in your lower stomach, the knot that was about to burst - his hand splaying out on your lower stomach and pressing onto it didn’t really help.
“Bet you can feel me so deep, right, pup?”, he was on the verge of losing control, you could hear it.
“Gonna-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence properly, the pressure of his fingers on your throat was too much, “Gonna cum-“
“You don’t get to cum,” he growled, but continued to fuck you, “Say you’re mine and I’ll consider letting you finish.”
Your whole body was trembling at this point, you were so incredibly exhausted.
“I’m yours,” you breathed, voice only a whisper.
“Louder, I can’t hear your pathetic whines over how loud your pussy is.”
He was right though. The squelching noises whenever he moved were obscene, they were echoing from the walls of the kitchen.
“I’m yours!” you tried again, “Just yours.”
“Damn right, you are. Cum on my cock then, show me how sorry you are.”
His words shoved you roughly over the edge, your orgasm hit you without warning, although you had been so close for so long. It was intense, blinding you and making you moan so loud it was humiliating.
“That’s it, tell them who fucks you this good”, he grunted, following you with his own release.
He fucked his cum into you, as deep as possible, not stopping until he was too exhausted to move himself.
Both of you stayed like this for a moment, the grip on your throat getting softer with every second.
“How are your wrists?” he asked calmly.
Your hands were numb, to be exact, the blood flow had been cut by the way you had been pulling on your restraints.
“Probably sore by tomorrow,” you answered in a whine, “Along with the rest of me.”
“Good,” he snapped his hips forward once more, your thighs bumping into the table so hard it almost hurt, “Maybe you’ll remember how to behave.”
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𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: nsfw. heavy kink discussion. dom/sub dynamics. switch dynamics. restraints. impact play. oral fixation. size kink. overstimulation. dacryphilia. voyeurism. degradation. praise. service kink. brat taming. possessiveness. phone sex. mirror sex. fear play (consensual). temperature play. aftercare. light humiliation. exhibitionism. corruption kink. begging. bondage. power exchange. roleplay.
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a/n: i absolutely DID NOT wanna make 4 more posts.. so i just put everyone in one post. all current nct units (127, dream, wayv, wish). excludes lucas, *cough* you know who, shotaro, sungchan, ryo, and sakuya. its gonna be longggg, sorry babes!
JOHNNY: dominant. size kink. orgasm control.
johnny’s biggest thrill comes from knowing he’s too much for you. too long, too thick, too deep. but still watching you take every inch like you were made for it. he teases you until you’re begging, smirking as your legs twitch and hips squirm under the weight of his palm. nothing makes him hornier than hearing you gasp when he first presses in, the way you whimper out his name in disbelief at how full you feel. he’ll coo in your ear, chuckling softly as he says, “you can handle it, baby. you always do.” he doesn’t move until you ask him to, and even then, he’s slow. dragging it out, making you beg for each thrust.
he has a habit of overstimulating you without mercy. one orgasm isn’t enough. not for him. he needs to see how many times he can push you over the edge before you’re crying into the sheets. his favorite thing is holding you down after you’ve already come, just to keep fucking you with that same smooth rhythm, his fingers stroking over your overstimulated clit while he keeps whispering how good you’re doing for him. he uses pet names like they’re part of his rhythm. “good girl. just like that. give me another.” and he always gets it. eventually.
TAEYONG: dom-leaning switch. rope bondage. mirror sex.
taeyong is all about control. but he’s delicate with it. he loves beautiful restraints: thick red rope across your thighs, wrists tied softly behind your back, the intricate knots resting gently against your skin like decoration. he takes his time, sometimes longer tying you up than actually fucking you, and murmurs about how pretty you look like this. he wants your trust. the way you surrender to him is what makes his cock twitch, not just the act itself. every inch of your body is his to explore when you’re like this, and he doesn’t waste the opportunity. he’ll edge you, overstimulate you, all while running soft fingers across the silk-tight ropes like he’s playing an instrument.
he’s obsessed with seeing you. taeyong fucks you in front of mirrors as often as he fucks you on the bed. his hand fits perfectly around your jaw, tilting your face toward the reflection while he presses into you from behind. he whispers into your ear, asking what you see, forcing you to look at the way your body trembles every time he thrusts deep. his voice is quiet, but strict. “don’t look away.” the way your eyes flutter under his command has him groaning against your neck, fucking you harder just to keep that ruined expression in your reflection a little longer.
YUTA: degradation. hair pulling. breeding kink.
yuta doesn’t fuck you like you’re fragile. he wants your makeup smudged, your voice gone from screaming his name, your legs shaking from how rough he gets when you beg for more. he’s vocal, sharp-tongued, and merciless. his dirty talk leans toward degradation, but never in a way that feels hollow. he calls you names because he knows it gets you wet. his hand is constantly in your hair, tugging your head back so he can spit in your mouth and tell you how much of a mess you are. “look at yourself. crying already? pathetic.” he says it with a smile, because he knows you love it.
the breeding kink is constant, primal. he presses you into the mattress, body heavy over yours, murmuring about how good your pussy would look dripping with his cum. he doesn’t pull out. ever. not unless you beg for it. even then, he pretends he’s going to finish inside you just to watch your face twist in panic-pleasure. when he’s close, he wraps your legs around his waist, thrusts hard and deep, and groans about how tight you get when he says he’s going to fill you up. “that’s what you want, isn’t it? fuck. greedy little slut.” it’s filthy. it’s possessive. it’s addictive.
TEN: exhibitionism. mirror kink. shibari.
ten likes being seen. he performs even in private. he ties you up and fucks you in front of a full-length mirror, hands on your thighs, eyes on your reflection. he loves the symmetry of it. the way your body trembles under his, the sounds you make, the glossy heat in your eyes. “watch us,” he whispers. “look how good we are together.” he gets off on your reactions. on how messy he can make you. on how desperate your moans sound bouncing off the mirror, ricocheting through the room.
his love for rope isn’t just about restraint. it’s about art. he takes his time with the knots, lacing them across your chest and thighs like you’re his canvas. it’s ritualistic, almost reverent. he makes you pose for him after, still tied up, naked and exposed. sometimes he doesn’t even fuck you right away. he just watches you squirm, blush, twitch under his gaze. “you don’t even know how hot you look like this, do you?” when he finally takes you, it’s with all the buildup of a practiced routine. like he’s waited his whole life to ruin you in this exact way, at this exact angle, while you cry out in front of your own reflection.
DOYOUNG: sub-leaning switch. praise kink. overstimulation.
doyoung is the type who blushes at praise but still begs for it. he thrives when you’re on top, hands pressed against his chest, hips rolling while you ride him slowly. he’s sensitive, vocal, and gets overwhelmed easily. but that’s part of the appeal. you can ruin him with soft whispers and a vibrator. he’ll hold your hips, mouth open in shock every time you move faster, moaning your name like he’s about to fall apart. when you kiss him and call him your good boy, he completely melts beneath you, clinging to your body as he fucks up into you with trembling desperation.
he doesn’t know when to stop. if you push him past his limit, again and again he’ll cry for it. overstimulation is his favorite form of torture. you can make him come once, wait a few minutes, then wrap your lips around him again until he’s sobbing and shaking and whimpering about how it’s too much. his voice breaks in the prettiest ways. “please- fuck, i can’t- it’s too- too good, please.” you can drag another orgasm out of him just by stroking him slow while he cries. the more you praise him, the harder he comes.
KUN: service dom. impact play. soft control.
kun doesn’t raise his voice. he doesn’t need to. his control is quiet, gentle, unwavering. he ties your wrists with velvet ribbons, kisses each one, and tells you to breathe through it. he touches you like he’s sculpting something out of you, coaxing your pleasure out with patience and precision. he loves making you come with his hands. thick fingers curling just right, knuckles slick, wrist steady. he watches your face the whole time, moaning softly when you arch into him, whispering things like “that’s it, baby. you’re doing so well. let go for me.”
but there’s a rough edge under all that sweetness. when you beg for more, when you need it harder. he delivers. he likes spanking. his palm cracks against your ass, sharp and deliberate, followed by his fingers soothing the sting. “you can take it. i’ve got you.” he’ll press kisses to your shoulder blades while pushing your face into the mattress, fucking you slow but deep, each thrust punctuated by a soft command. kun doesn’t fuck to dominate. he fucks to protect, to possess, to worship you with discipline. and when it’s over, he unties you with shaking hands, holds you in his lap, and murmurs about how beautiful you looked falling apart for him.
JAEHYUN: exhibitionism. mirror sex. choking.
jaehyun doesn’t mind being watched. in fact, he likes it. he has no problem dragging you into the nearest empty room during an event, lifting your dress and bending you over the counter while he keeps one hand in your mouth and the other down your panties. he’s rough but quiet, eyes flicking toward the door every time someone walks by outside. it makes his cock twitch. the thrill of getting caught, of being inside you with your moans muffled into his shoulder, is a drug he can’t quit.
he’s obsessed with mirrors. jaehyun pulls you into hotel bathrooms, sits you on the counter, and fucks you while making you watch. his hand curls around your throat, thumb resting gently against your pulse while he groans about how pretty you look like this. “look. eyes on the mirror. don’t hide from me.” his grip tightens just enough to make you lightheaded, just enough to make your legs tremble around him. his voice gets lower, more breathless, the closer he gets. and when you finally meet his eyes in the glass, he loses it completely.
WINWIN: power bottom. size kink. temperature play.
winwin is quiet, but he’s not submissive. he lets you take the lead, sure, but it’s an illusion. he’s in control without needing to say it. when he lies back on the bed, legs spread, cock flushed and hard between his thighs, he doesn’t ask you to ride him. he waits. confident you’ll give in. and when you do, when you sink down on him and he stretches you open inch by inch, he smiles. slow, smug, lazy. “you needed it that bad, huh?” he doesn’t move at first. lets you fuck yourself on him while he watches, barely lifting a finger, until the urge to take over becomes too much.
he likes temperature play. dragging an ice cube down your chest while you’re tied up. warming his hands under your shirt and sliding them between your legs until you whimper. the contrast makes him hard. he likes watching you flinch, gasp, beg for more. and when he finally fucks you properly. hips snapping up to meet yours, hands gripping your waist, voice low in your ear. it’s with all the power he’s been holding back. you’re never really in charge. you just think you are until he flips the script and leaves you shaking in his lap.
JUNGWOO: sub-leaning switch. service kink. begging.
jungwoo is eager. not just to please you, but to be told exactly how to please you. he’s the type to kneel between your legs, wide eyes glancing up for approval, lips parted like he’s ready to worship. when you touch him. run your fingers through his hair, press his face where you need him. he moans so sweetly you almost forget how filthy it is. he eats you out like he’s starving. tongue slow, patient, reverent. it’s not just about making you come. it’s about making you feel adored, like your pleasure is sacred and his only purpose is to serve.
he’ll beg, softly at first-“please let me taste you, please let me make you feel good.”but the longer you tease him, the more desperate he gets. his voice breaks when you make him wait. when he’s tied to the bed, cock leaking and untouched, watching you take care of yourself instead, he practically cries for it. “i’ll do anything, anything you want, please-” and when you finally ride him, he thanks you. breathless and trembling, he holds your waist like it’s all he has left, whispering how perfect you feel and how lucky he is to be yours. he wants to be used. he wants to be ruined. he wants to be good for you.
XIAOJUN: praise kink. possessiveness. dirty talk.
xiaojun fucks like he loves you and owns you at the same time. he praises you constantly. soft at first. “you’re doing so well,” “look at how perfect you take me”. but as he gets rougher, the praise turns desperate. “that’s right. take it. take all of it. fuck, you’re made for this.” he moans against your neck, his voice raw and open, hips moving in deep, full thrusts that leave you breathless. he makes you feel so wanted it’s dizzying. like you’re the only body he’s ever needed.
but he gets jealous. possessive. if he sees someone else touching you, even innocently, he drags you back home and fucks you like he’s reclaiming something. his hands are firm on your hips, fingers digging in, his rhythm punishing but still filled with affection. “no one else gets to see you like this,” he says, thrusting harder, watching your face crumble beneath him. “say it. say you’re mine.” and you always do. because under all that filth is devotion. and when he kisses you after. sweaty, breathless, still inside you. it feels like you’ve been marked in more ways than one.
HENDERY: roleplay. brat tamer. fear play (consensual).
hendery’s playful in the most dangerous way. he’s the kind of guy who’ll start something in public. his hand on your thigh under the table, pressing against your panties with a smirk. and act innocent when you squirm. he’s into roleplay. likes scenarios where he pretends to be someone else. someone in charge. someone who caught you doing something bad and needs to teach you a lesson. he ties you up in character, calls you names with a twisted grin, fucks you deep while whispering the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard. it’s a game. but he plays to win.
he’s interested in pushing boundaries. consensual fear play. the edge of danger, the illusion of something darker, the kind of sex that makes your heart race not just from pleasure but from the thrill of it. he’ll pin you down, growl threats you know he won’t follow through on, keep your wrists bound while he grinds against you slow and cruel. “you should’ve thought twice before teasing me.” and when it’s over, he always brings you back. soft kisses, warm blankets, a trembling apology that doesn’t really need to be said. because he knows how to take care of you. even when he’s being a monster.
MARK: dom. breeding kink. emotional degradation + praise.
mark’s dominance doesn’t come from experience. it comes from instinct. from the way he reads your body. from how desperate you are, and how good it feels to finally give in when he takes control. he’s gentle with his words, rough with his hips, one hand gripping your waist while the other slides up to choke you soft. his favorite position is you on your back with your legs pinned to your chest. he likes being close. watching your face when he fucks you slow, then watching it fall apart when he starts pounding into you without mercy. and when you whimper that it’s too much, he only presses deeper. “you said you could take it. so take it.”
mark’s a little twisted when he’s deep in it. he degrades you like he’s in love with you. voice shaking, forehead pressed to yours, cock throbbing inside. “look at you. can’t even think straight, huh? just want me to fill you up and fuck it out of you?” he has a breeding kink he’s shy about until you’re under him, whining and begging to be stuffed full. then he breaks. his thrusts get messier. his breath stutters. “gonna come in you. gonna ruin you.” and when he finally finishes, hips locked tight, he holds you there like he needs to stay inside. like his come in you means you’re his now. his voice shakes. his hands tremble. but the way he fills you? that’s deliberate.
RENJUN: possessive dom. dacryphilia. overstimulation.
renjun likes control, but not in the way that screams for attention. it’s subtle. deliberate, precise. he reads you too well. the tilt of your head, the hitch in your breath, the tremble in your thighs when you’re trying to hold it. it turns him on to know he’s the only one who can push you there. he’s the type to have your legs locked around his waist, whispering in your ear about how no one else will ever fuck you this good. he doesn't raise his voice. he doesn’t have to. his words are sharp enough. his hips are relentless. and he likes it best when you’re crying for him.
it’s not sadistic. he doesn’t want to hurt you. he wants to see you overwhelmed. body overstimulated, head spinning, tears clinging to your lashes while he kisses them away. “pretty when you cry,” he murmurs, voice breathless as he grinds deeper. he keeps going until your body can’t take it anymore. even then, he doesn’t stop. not until you’re sobbing into his neck and begging for mercy between orgasms. it’s not about being mean. it’s about being unforgettable. he’ll ruin you with a hand around your throat and a mouth full of praise. soft, sweet, and just cruel enough to keep you coming back.
JENO: primal dom. bondage. manhandling.
jeno has the kind of strength that makes your breath catch. it’s not just physical, though the way he can throw you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing does something to you. it’s in how confidently he uses his body, how steady his grip is on your waist, how easily he pins your wrists above your head with one hand while the other trails down your thigh. he likes watching you struggle a little, like a caught thing. it makes him feral. especially when you act like you can handle it. he gets off on pushing your limits, both physically and mentally. just to see that moment when the fight leaves you, and all that’s left is need.
he’s into restraints. leather cuffs, belts, thick rope tied quick and tight. he binds you because he wants your full attention. wants you squirming, helpless, panting into the pillow while he takes his time. every thrust is deliberate. every word is low and growled against your neck. “stay still. i didn’t say you could move.” if you act out, he’ll flip you onto your stomach and make you beg for forgiveness with your face in the sheets. his hands are everywhere. controlling, bruising, possessive. he marks what’s his and leaves you trembling for hours after.
HAECHAN: switch (dom-leaning). overstimulation. cockwarming.
haechan doesn’t dominate with brute force. he does it with attitude. with a sharp tongue, a hand fisted in your hair, and the type of cocky smirk that tells you he’s already won. he’ll tease you until you’re shaking. hold you down and grind against you for what feels like hours, whispering shit like, “is this what you wanted? you’re so easy, it’s pathetic.” and the worst part is, you are. he makes you needy. makes you cling to him, beg for more, cry from how much he gives and how much he withholds. overstimulation is a game to him. you can’t come without permission, but once he gives it, he doesn’t stop. “again. you’re not done yet. not until you’re ruined.”
but when he switches, it’s dangerous in a different way. he crawls into your lap and rides you slow, cockwarmingly slow, whining through gritted teeth while refusing to speed up. “you wanna come so bad, huh?” he gaslights you mid-thrust, calling you desperate even as he’s the one clenching down and crying from the pressure. he’s a brat when he bottoms. mouthy, teasing, bold. but always gives in eventually. especially if you break him the way he breaks you: slow, relentless, full of praise and punishment. no matter what role he’s in, he stays in control. he’s not just here to fuck. he’s here to fuck you up.
YANGYANG: switch. thigh riding. overstimulation.
yangyang is greedy. greedy for your body, greedy for your attention, greedy for the way you fall apart when he keeps going after you’ve already come twice. he’s a switch in the truest sense. confident on top, cocky and in control, but absolutely down to be used if you take the lead. he’ll let you ride his thigh, one hand wrapped around your waist while the other traces circles over your clit. he grins when you gasp. “keep going. don’t stop until you come.” he loves watching you get off on him, loves how messy you get when you lose control. he’ll make you do it again. and again. until you can barely speak.
he overstimulates you like it’s second nature. he won’t stop even when you start crying, not unless you say the word. “you’re okay,” he coos, even as his fingers keep pumping. “you can take it.” and he doesn’t ask you to make it pretty. he likes the tears, the broken sounds, the way your legs shake when he pushes one more orgasm out of you. his voice stays calm. smug. gentle. he makes it impossible to tell whether he’s being sweet or cruel. maybe both. either way, he’s not done until you are.
JAEMIN: corruption kink. praise and filth. aftercare obsession.
jaemin gets off on making you fall apart. especially if you’ve never done this before. or if you’ve done it before, but never like this. he wants to hear you say it. how much better he is, how no one’s ever fucked you like he does. the idea of corrupting you makes him feral. he’s the kind of guy who’ll walk you through your first orgasm with soft praise and degrading filth in the same breath. “you feel that, baby? that’s your body begging for me. so sweet, so wet, so fucking perfect. no one else gets to see you like this.” and the more wrecked you look beneath him, the more obsessed he gets.
he’s tender with his aftercare in a way that makes you ache. it’s almost jarring, how filthy his mouth is when he’s fucking you and how gently he wraps a blanket around your shoulders after. he brushes your hair back, wipes your tears away, kisses your fingers while you try to come down. “you did so good. i’m proud of you.” if he makes you cry during sex. overstimulation, rough words, the overwhelming feeling of being completely undone. he’ll cradle your face afterward like he’s never going to let go. the contradiction is addicting. you crave it before you even realize you do.
CHENLE: bratty switch. voyeurism. phone sex kink.
chenle is cocky, loud, and doesn’t care who hears. if anything, he wants people to. he gets off on the idea that someone could catch him with his hand between your legs in a public place. bathroom stalls, the back of the van, against the wall of a dressing room with your moans muffled into his shirt. he doesn’t need full-on sex to get off. he just needs you to look at him the way you do when you're about to fall apart. he’ll whisper shit in your ear while you’re trying to keep a straight face in front of others. “you’re shaking. they can see that, you know.”
he’s got a phone sex kink he doesn’t even try to hide. he calls you at night when he’s hard and whiny and too far away to do anything about it. “i can’t sleep. talk to me. tell me what you’re wearing.” his bratty energy comes out when he’s frustrated. when you tease him or hang up early or leave him hard on purpose. but he crumbles fast. if you moan his name and say you need him, he’s already rutting into his fist and gasping for breath. “fuck, i miss your pussy. i’d fuck you so good right now. i’d make you scream.” he’s a tease, but he breaks easily under the right touch.
JISUNG: obedient sub. hand kink. power exchange.
jisung is all nerves and flushed cheeks at first, but he wants to give in. he’s just scared of getting it wrong. if you talk him through it. kiss his temple, tell him he’s doing well. he turns to mush in your hands. he follows orders with wide eyes and shaky breaths. “like this?” “am i doing okay?” he doesn’t want to take control. he wants you to take it from him. he’s most comfortable when he’s on his knees, hands behind his back, waiting for your next command. and when you praise him? he gets hard instantly.
he has a hand kink he doesn’t understand but can’t deny. he stares when you touch him. trails your fingers down his chest, stroke his cock with slow, open-palmed movements, trace your thumb over his lips. it’s hypnotizing to him. you holding his jaw when he’s sucking you off. you gripping his hair when he moans too loud. you wrapping your fingers around his throat while he whimpers for more. he wants to be used. wants to make you feel good. and when he does? he’s glowing with pride, practically begging you to let him do it again.
SION: soft dom. oral fixation. possessive praise.
sion wants to make you feel taken care of. physically, emotionally, and sexually. he has an oral fixation that’s more about intimacy than control. his lips find their way to your neck, your collarbone, your thighs, and finally between your legs like it’s instinct. he eats pussy like it’s a language he was born fluent in, like he’s worshiping something sacred. there’s no rush. he kisses your clit before he licks it. breathes in your scent with a low groan. and when your fingers tangle in his hair and you tell him not to stop, he moans into you like he’s the one coming.
he’s a dom, but a gentle one. his possessiveness shows in how he speaks to you. soft, firm, with a hand around your waist and his voice warm in your ear. “mine. all mine. say it.” he’ll stroke your cheek, slide inside you slow, and tell you how good you’re doing with every thrust. even when he’s fucking you hard, his praise is constant. it’s obsessive in a way that feels safe. like he’d never let anyone else see you like this, touch you like this. when you fall apart for him, trembling under the weight of his body and his words, he kisses you through it. “so pretty when you break for me. you’re perfect. you’re mine.”
YUSHI: brat. teasing. light impact play.
yushi knows exactly how hot he is, and he uses it to drive you insane. he’s mouthy, smug, always testing your patience. it’s a game to him. he’ll push your buttons with a cocky smile, roll his eyes when you get serious, and whine about your rules even as he breaks them. but the moment you pin him down, and tell him to stop? he folds. “i was just playing,” he says, but his voice is breathless, and his cock is hard, and he’s already spreading his legs wider. he wants to be punished. he just doesn’t want to admit it first.
he thrives off teasing. if you take it slow. drag your fingers along his thighs, hover just above his dick, whisper filth in his ear. he’ll start squirming, fists clenching in the sheets. he begs with attitude, voice full of whines and curses. “fuck, just touch me already. what are you waiting for?” and when you finally give in, and ride him without mercy, his whole act shatters. he moans for it. cries for it. and when you ask him who owns him, he answers fast, no hesitation. “you. fuck, it’s you. only you.”
JAEHEE: quiet dom. restraint kink. voyeurism.
jaehee is dangerous in the quietest way. he doesn’t raise his voice. he doesn’t need to. his dominance is calm, measured, almost clinical. he ties your hands behind your back and kisses your forehead before leaving the room. makes you wait on your knees, naked and aching, until he comes back and decides you’ve earned his touch. and when he touches you, it’s slow. focused. a single fingertip over your nipple, down your stomach, between your thighs. he learns your body like a study. not just what makes you cum, but what makes you beg.
he has a voyeur streak he doesn’t talk about often. he loves watching you touch yourself while he sits back in a chair, legs spread, arms crossed, commanding every movement. “two fingers. no cuming yet.” he watches your body twitch and your breathing hitch with sharp, hungry eyes. if you disobey, he makes you do it again. and again. until you’re wrung out and ruined. when he finally fucks you, it’s possessive, purposeful, deep. “no one sees you like this but me,” he says, voice low as he wraps a hand around your throat and fucks you slow. “and no one ever will.”
RIKU: switch. overstimulation. praise + begging.
riku might look quiet, but when he gets control, he’s unrelenting. he knows how to read your body. knows exactly when to slow down and when to ruin you. he’ll straddle your hips, pin your wrists gently above your head, and thrust deep and slow until you’re trembling under him. then he starts talking. “you feel that?” he asks, eyes locked on yours, voice low and dangerous. “you’re clenching like you want more. beg for it.” he loves the push and pull of control. when you try to take over, only for him to flip the script, hold you down, and fuck the fight right out of you.
but riku breaks just as beautifully. if you edge him, ride him slow, kiss his throat and tell him how good he’s being. he starts falling apart. “please, please, don’t stop, i’m close..” he can’t handle your praise. his hips twitch when you call him perfect. his fingers dig into your waist when you say you own him like this. he’s vocal. messy. the kind of switch who wants to ruin and be ruined in the same night. whether he’s making you come over and over until you’re crying, or gasping through his third orgasm with tears in his eyes. he’s at his best when you’re both wrecked together.
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