xosannie

20 18+ ONLY MDNI I write cuz im bored

[xosannie]

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About Writer ✮⋆˙

she/her 20 bi INTP

Ult groups: Ateez & BTS (I only write about Ateez tho)

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Everything I write is smut, if that makes you uncomfortable just leave and mind your own business MDNI 18+ only no ageless blogs plz

Smut ☆

Msub ✦

My fav ♡

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OT8/Multiple Members

Praise & Degrade ☆♡

Mommy Kink ☆✦

Two Is Better Than One ☆✦

Marking Ateez ☆

Mingi

Dirty Little Secret ☆♡

Our Dirty Little Secret ☆✦

Seonghwa

Know your place ☆✦ 3:00 am ☆♡

Yunho

Head Empty, Mouth Full ☆♡

Wooyoung

Better Make This Quick ☆✦

Coming Soon

I Can Do Better (Mingi)

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a/n: I have more fics to write, so I’ll be adding to this the more I post (ofc). Also, I realized i subconsciously wrote fics of my bias line 🧍🏻‍♀️so… (Mingi bias over here let’s go)

[honeyhotteoks]

his sweet girl (p.sh)

summary: you and park seonghwa have an arranged relationship. he doms, you sub, and he pays for your taxi home. it's always the same until the night you both plan to indulge in each other's more intense fantasies.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this fic is much more intense than my other work. please mind the tags here. seonghwa isn't mean / harming the reader, but we are dealing with more intense bdsm topics and touches of consensual non-consent, so review the tags before proceeding.

warnings: hard dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, fem!reader, role play, use of sir, impact play, punishment, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), rough oral, slapping, spitting, mocking/teasing, use of good girl/sweet girl, reader is called pet once but it isn't pet play, color system + safe words, some praise, some degradation, restraints, blindfolds, edging, light somnophilia/wake up sex, subtle breeding kink, v sweet aftercare. please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: seonghwa x reader

genre: non idol seonghwa, aged up, dom!hwa + sub!reader, smut

word count: 7.9K

my masterlist || read it on AO3

              On some level, you know tonight is about letting go, about relinquishing control and trusting him, but you can’t really imagine what it will be like. It’s about trust, trusting the other person to stay within your preset boundaries and take what they want while satisfying you as well. The knowledge that the scene is set, the guardrails are in place, and both parties know when to say stop. This is what leaves you trembling on Seonghwa’s doorstep afraid to ring the bell. Discussing everything in detail is one thing, but doing it is another. He made you feel safe, always, as a friend and as a sometimes-casual lover, but opening yourselves up further was new.

              You smooth your hands down the front of your skirt, shifting in your unfamiliar high heels and gripping the leather strap of your bag firmly. He had asked you to look a particular way, and of course you obliged. This is the easy part of the evening, something that still feels within your control and like the play acting you had done with him before. Taking a deep breath, you steady your nerves and ring the doorbell.

              It takes a moment, and you bounce a little in your heels anxiously, before you see his shadow in the frosted glass of the window. He swings open the door and gives you a warm smile, “Hello, love,”

              Your body melts, anxiety easing away instantly once you’re actually in front of him. “Hey,” you reply.

              His eyes flick over you, taking in your attire, “You look perfect,”

              “It’s what you wanted?” You ask, smoothing back your hair a bit where it rests in a high sleek ponytail.

              He waves you in over the threshold and reaches to take your coat and bag, ready to hang them up on their designated hook by the door, “Exactly what I pictured.”

              His low pleased voice sends a chill across your spine. He closes the door behind you, and you take a moment to relax into his space, tidy and organized as always, a pleasant smell of fresh laundry and lavender. When you turn to look at him again you take in his attire, he’s wearing a crisp black suit, perfectly tailored to his long lean lines. A black tie is expertly tied, secured with a silver tie pin to his clean white shirt. His hair, dark black and pushed back lets you really see his face today and admire his slightly sun kissed tan.

              He gives you a warm, close-lipped smile and cocks his head to the side, “You seem a bit nervous today,” he observes.

              “A little,” you confess, always keeping things honest with him, especially before a scene.

              He reaches a handout to you, “Let’s relax for a while, then. Maybe some wine?”

              You take his hand and let him lead you into the large, sleek kitchen at the far side of the house. “How has your week been?” he asks, pulling a bottle of red wine off the rack that hangs suspended under the cabinets.

              “Busy,” you sigh, leaning against the granite countertop of the island and watching him as he moves through the kitchen to secure some glasses.

              “Ah,” he nods, “so a stressful week?”

              You nod, his eyes flicking up to see your response while he pours the first glass of wine, turning the bottle with a smooth motion of his wrist to stop the pour at just the right moment.

              He sets two evenly poured glasses on the counter and slides one a little closer to you. “Let it breathe a moment,” he notes and then continues, “well, hopefully this weekend will help relieve some of your tension.”

              You smile, a little blush heating your cheeks, “I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

              “Have you?” He’s pleased, leaning against the counter with his hip, his eyes studying you.

              “I always enjoy seeing you,”

              “Mm,” he nods.

              “How about you, how was your week?” You shift the conversation away from the innuendo.

              “Productive,” he says, “but I’ve been looking forward to this too.”

              He takes his wine glass up off the counter and nods towards yours, indicating that you can drink should you want to. You lift the glass eagerly, taking a long sip and letting the sharp warm flavor of the cabernet wash through you. Seonghwa takes the smallest sip, preferring to keep a clear head for any of your interactions, but keeping you comfortable and pretending to drink with you.

              “Are there any alterations to what we discussed?” He asks, “Anything you want to take back off the table?”

              You shake your head immediately, “No,” your mind flicks back to your week long text message exchange discussing the logistics of this weekend. Which of his fantasies you were going to newly engage with, which of yours. A detailed discussion of positions, props, and a confirmation of your safe words and the rules.

              “Good,” he smiles, “that’s good,”

              You take another sip of wine, “Seonghwa,”

              “Yes?”

              “Are you sure you don’t mind me staying the night?” It’s something you had never done before. Typically, the evenings would end, he would spend at least an hour making sure you were comfortable and decompressed from the scene, and then he would clean you up and put you in a paid for taxi. This would be the first time you’re staying.

              “It’s fairly essential to our plans for tomorrow,” he laughs.

              “I know,” you brush his comment off, “but I know you value your space. I just wanted to ask you before we started if you’re sure about it, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either.”

              He moves to your side, taking your free hand in his and giving you a little squeeze, “I appreciate that, love, but I’m not uncomfortable. I’m going to enjoy having you here all night,”

              “Oh,” you can’t help the blush that creeps up again, the effect this man has on you with just a sharp look of his eyes or the touch of his skin.

              “It’s better to keep things contained to the scene,” he says, and his voice shifts a little lower into a familiar tone, “but tomorrow is part of that, and I think after months of you being a such a good girl for me, I’d be more than pleased to give you what you want too.”

              You swallow tightly, crossing your legs in the seat which does not go unnoticed by him, “Thank you,”

              He nods, slow, reaching forward and brushing his delicate fingers along the side of your jaw, your cheek, running the pad of his thumb across the plush skin of your closed lips. You sigh, pleasantly and he leans over you to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

              When he pulls back and gives you a few feet of space, you reach for your wine again and watch as he politely takes another minute sip of his.

              “When you’re ready,” he lets you know, “we’ll start with something familiar.”

              His words from a moment ago have you tense, ready to see where the night goes. Your brain involuntarily flicks through the catalogue of things you’ve agreed on for the weekend and you swallow tightly before nodding, “I am,”

              He gives you a final smile, reaching for your now empty wine glass. He pours his out before rinsing out both glasses and leaving them to the side. You know he’ll come down later and scrub them clean, but for now he seems anxious to get started and to not ruin the cuffs of his suit.

              “Darling,” he says, his voice dropped into the register he favors for his harder scenes. He dries off his hands on a hand towel and turns fully towards you, “have you broken any rules this week?”

              Your stomach drops, an immediate hot flush running through you. You know exactly where he plans to start things now, and you’re suddenly vibrating with anticipation. He makes it easy to lose yourself in these scenarios, and you move out of your chair to stand at the island across from him and meet his eyes, “I have, sir.”

              The corner of his lip quirks into a small smile. He sets the hand towel aside neatly and rounds the island, stepping close into your space so that your back is pressed against the lip of the counter. “How many rules?”

              “Just one, sir.” It was the important one though, and you know when he hears which one you’ll be in for it.

              He reaches out a hand, pressing flush against your lower stomach and pressing down, “Which rule?”

              “Self-pleasure, sir.” His hand against the fabric of your tight skirt has you hot already, the feeling possessive, claiming.

              He shakes his head, disappointed, “How many times?”

              “Just once,”

              “What day?” He questions.

              “Thursday,”

              He clicks his tongue, irritated, “You couldn’t make it one more day? Were you that desperate?”

              You nod, your hands gripping the countertop behind you.

              “Tell me what you’ve earned, love.” He shifts his hand to cup your hip.

              “Ten, sir.” You respond instantly, this dance a familiar one.

              “Fifteen,” he shakes his head and when he sees your eyes widen, he smiles, “I’m in a giving mood.”

              “Yes, sir.”

              He steps away from you, taking you by the wrist and heading towards the stairs. You trail behind him, and he never once looks back to you, simply holds you tight and expecting you to keep pace with him. When you cross the threshold of his familiar bedroom, you blanch. He had prepared.

              The bed, which is normally made up and fresh, looking like a hotel, is stripped bare, only the fitted sheet remaining. The rest of the blankets and bedding are folded neatly and stacked in a chair to the side, so you know he intends to make the bed before the night is over. Laid across his side are his plans for the evening, neatly presented and ready for you. Your eyes run across each of them and your body tenses at the unexpected.

              Seonghwa doesn’t pause though, he simply takes his seat at the tufted bench at the foot of the bed and looks up at you. He opens his legs wider and taps his knee. This is a favorite of both of yours, something you know well, and you step forwards with every intention of dropping yourself over his knee.

              “Wait,” he stops you suddenly and you freeze. He glances over you and reaches out, sliding his fingers under the hem of your skirt and dragging your tight powder blue pencil skirt up and over your hips. It rests up and over them like a cumbersome belt, but it leaves you exposed to him in just the way he likes. He taps his knee again, and you move over him.

              You position yourself with your lower stomach and hips across his thigh, resting your chest on the plush mattress facing the head of the bed.

              His hand drops, resting warmly on the smooth skin of your ass, palming you firmly and watching your skin redden under his touch. “Count,” he says simply, and before you can manage to say anything, his hand lifts and descends, delivering a harsh slap to your backside.

              You jolt, the first hit always a surprise and you stutter out, “One,”

              His fingers massage your skin again before he cracks his palm against you again.

              “Two,”

              By the fifth spank you can feel yourself growing slick and needy. He rests his other hand on the small of your back, stroking you softly, before delivering another blow.

              “Six!” The sting rings through your tender skin, goosebumps erupting across you and you’re sure that both of your ass cheeks are red and starting to look a little swollen.

              “That’s a good girl,” he hums, “always so attentive.”

              Another sharp spank, “Seven,” and another, “eight, eight!”

              His hand coasts down the backs of your thighs, squeezing you here too and feeling the way you jerk under his ministrations. After two more you’re panting, used to this being your stopping point, or at least a pause.

              “Can you take a little more for me?” He murmurs low.

              “Yes, sir,” you answer immediately, coming up on your forearms and bracing yourself.

              “So eager,” he hums, and you can hear the smile in his voice. He hooks a finger under the back of your thong and pulls it up, maneuvering the fabric to the side of your wet slit, but he doesn’t touch you yet.

              You bite back a plea for him to touch you, knowing it would only make him tease you longer. You dip your head down into the mattress and wait, trembling. He delivers a harsh slap, but instead of massaging the area of his hit, he sinks a finger deep into your wet heat.

              You choke out a moan into the bedding, your fingers tightening, finding nothing to really grip onto. He pumps his finger, “Did you forget your words?”

              “Eleven!” you cry, straining your hips back to meet the thrusts of his finger even though you know you shouldn’t.

              He locks an arm down across your lower back to steady you, removing his finger and delivering two harsh, punishing spanks that elicit a startled yelp, “Settle down,” he directs.

              “I’m sorry, sir,” you manage, “twelve, thirteen.”

              He gently squeezes you, a little praise in this moment of tenderness before he dips two fingers inside you. Holding you locked against his knee he works his fingers inside you, pressing against the front wall of your channel and fractionally picking up the pace. You groan into the mattress and your fingers flex tighter, but you don’t dare move your hips.

              “Two more,” he soothes you, “you can take two more.”

              His fingers slide out, his hand comes down, harder than before and springing tears to your eyes.

              “Four-fourteen,” you pant.

              “And this?” He strikes you again and you shake against him.

              “Fifteen, sir,”

              “Very good,” his voice softens, and his hand massages your backside gently, sweeping his hand over your reddened skin softly and soothingly. “Come here,” he hooks his hands under you and starts to help you stand up off his knee.

              Standing again, your legs tremble, your footing unsure, and he keeps a hand locked on your bare hip. Cool air crosses over your raw skin and you let out a shaky breath.

              “You did very well,” he murmurs, reaching around you to locate the zipper of your skirt and open it up fully so he can shift the skirt down and off you now. When the rough fabric passes over your sensitive skin you let out a soft whimper, and he pauses, looking up to your eyes. He reaches up and cups your face softly, silently checking in, and you give him a small nod that he can continue, you’re just fine.

              He’s a little more careful removing your skirt, but he finishes sliding it over your legs and helps you step out of it with a hand securing your forearm as he maneuvers you. He draws your hand up his arm to rest on his shoulder, pressing your hand a little so you respond to grip him more firmly to steady yourself. His fingers hook under the edges of your underwear, and he drags them down, lifting the fabric cleanly away from the raw skin of your backside to not irritate you again.

              “Now,” he says, “be a good pet and get on your knees.”

              You kneel immediately, using your hand on his shoulder to stay steady, but once on your knees with your feet neatly tucked under you, you move your hands to your lap and wait for his instructions. He looks you over for a moment before he repositions himself, sitting now to face you directly and planting a foot on either side of you. You know better than to assume what he wants, so you wait.

              Seonghwa reaches out and touches the looped tie at the front of your sheer white blouse, he runs the fabric through his fingers and gives you a soft smile, “Should I unwrap my present?”

              Your muscles clench around nothing at his words, “Please,”

              “Please what?” his hand stills.

              “Please, sir,” you correct yourself.

              He tugs downwards and the tie comes free under his hands, parting to reveal the smooth skin of your throat and collarbones. He sighs, nodding to himself. “Hands, please,” he asks and you raise both to him. With nimble fingers he quickly unbuttons the three covered buttons on each wrist and lifts the shirt over your head carefully to toss it aside by your skirt. You’re left in nothing but a powder blue bra, intentionally selected to match the skirt and he hums pleasantly, “Pretty baby,”

              You shiver at his words, staring up at him expectantly.

              He reaches back and grabs something from the bed before turning to you. In his hands he holds a black blindfold. It looks more like a sleep mask, made to intentionally cover your eyes and obscure your vision from top to bottom to periphery. “Alright,” he says, “put your hands away.”

              You tuck your hands under your thighs and sit back down, in this position your fingers are sandwiched between your calves and your thighs, intentionally keeping them unavailable and secured. Seonghwa reaches around you, threading your ponytail through the blindfold before settling it over you, leaving it for now on your forehead so he can continue looking into your eyes. “Tell me your colors, darling. Red,” he prompts you.

              “Stop,” you reply.

              “Yellow?”

              “Slow down.”

              “Green?”

              “Go, everything’s good,” you nod.

              “And if you need me to stop immediately?” He cups your jaw.

              “Treasure,” you reply with your agreed upon but never used safe word.

              “And if your mouth is full?”

              A shiver runs over you, “Tap your thigh,”

              “Very good,” he nods, “Are you ready?”

              “Yes, sir.”

              It’s all he needs, and the last thing you see is his sharp sparkling eyes, and a smile on his lips, before your world goes completely dark. It’s jarring, being positioned like this and unable to move or anticipate his next steps, but when you hear his belt unhooking, you’re ready.

              He shifts forwards, his trousers open now and his cock standing stiff and aching. He places a hand on your face and guides you downwards, prompting you when to open your mouth. His warm soft length slides over your bottom lip, and you eagerly catch it with your tongue to slide him as far back in your mouth as you can. This position on your knees was how you had throat trained, learning to take him inch by inch and suppress your gag reflex, and now he bumps the back of your throat with ease.

              With a soft tug against your ponytail, he tells you silently to begin. With slow and deliberate motion, you drag your head back and forth to take him in your mouth. Your tongue is pressed along the bottom of his shaft as you do, applying pressure where you know he wants it and hollowing out your cheeks, sucking him softly. At his first soft groan, you drop your head down and accept him fully, your nose pressed against his pubic bone.

              Breathing like this is difficult, and you have to keep yourself even and regulated through your nose. His cock twitches in your mouth and you sputter, moaning softly against him.

              He’s not the largest partner you’ve ever had, but he’s certainly the best lover you’ve had and the only one you’ve been able to pace yourself with and take from tip to hilt inside your mouth. You pull up and back again, sinking him in deep and when you go to move again, his hand finds the back of your head and holds you there.

              You make a soft noise of surprise around him, and he holds you tighter. Instinct tells your body to push away, pull your hands free and get loose, but you center yourself calmly and breathe slowly through your nose again.

              He strokes your hair then, thrusting up into your mouth just a little and you cough slightly, spluttering and struggling with the way he keeps hitting the soft spongy back of your throat and brushing against your epiglottis. He strokes the length of your ponytail, and then wraps your long hair around his fist, tugging you firmly to test the grip on your scalp. You moan around him, pressing your eyes shut despite the blindfold, your body starting to tremble.

              “You can do better than this,” he says, his tone dismissive. A challenge.

              With practiced motion, you take him, letting his hand in your hair guide your speed but not the intensity of your ministrations. You roll your tongue over him, tease the tip of him, use your lips to apply pressure, suck on him greedily. You speed up, ignoring the way you choke around him, ignoring the sloppy wanton sounds and focus solely on what he wants.

              A tight yank on your hair pulls you up and off his cock and you gasp in a deep gulp of air. He slaps you across the cheek and shakes you by the hair, “Not good enough,” he says, his tone sounding firm and final, and he delivers another slap to your cheek.

              You’re almost ashamed at the sudden rush of wetness between your thighs and the way your body is shaking with need, and he knows every button of yours to push to make it more intense. “Open,” he commands and you open your mouth wide, your held tilted up for him.

              It’s quick, he spits directly into your mouth and delivers another slap to your cheek before maneuvering your head downwards. A desperate whine leaves you, and the mixture of Seonghwa’s spit and your own drips out of your mouth and onto his waiting cock before you can recover. He moves to fuck your throat with abandon now, shifting to stand and pressing you tightly against him, ignoring the soft sounds of you sputtering and choking against him.

              You center yourself again, easing your throat open and relaxed, widening your jaw, your nails softly dig into the backs of your thighs, and with one hand in your hair and the other along the side of your face, he loses himself. He’s panting above you, and you know immediately that he’s close. With your eyes tightly locked shut, you focus on the pin pricks of pain where your nails dig in and the throbbing of your desperate clit. He comes suddenly, hot and salty down the back of your throat and he clutches you close to him, your jaw straining painfully and your nose pressed tightly against him.

              With a sigh he pulls you free, immediately dropping the grip he had in your hair and letting you settle. You’re gasping, a little cough in your throat, but you relax and let him continue.

              You come back to sensation when his fingers gently tip your head upwards, and a cool glass touches your bottom lip. “Here we are,” he murmurs softly, “drink this.”

              Cool water washes down your throat, and you take several deep sips before he brings the cup away and says, “That’s my very good girl,”

              In a less intense scene you might have responded, you might have begged for him to touch you, or hold you, or fuck you into the floor, but today you know you can’t. You hold your tongue, and you wait. You hear the sound of a zipper again, and belt, and realize he must be redressed now and ready to focus on you.

              “Alright,” his voice is now soft closer to your ear, “let’s get you up, hmm?”

              His hands slip under you and he lifts you with ease, moving around the edge of the bed to settle you directly in the center. He’s careful with you here, soft and easy, fingertips brushing along your jaw where he slapped you and massaging your scalp where he pulled your hair. He reaches under you to unclasp your bra and draw it down over your arms, casting it aside, and leaving you finally fully bare for him.

              “Color?” He says softly, his hand stroking across your stomach.

              “Green,” You assure him.

              His hand shifts lower, and he cups your cunt in his palm, one finger dipping between your folds and teasing your entrance. “Oh, you are ready for me,” he chuckles and you shudder, willing your body not to jerk and respond too strongly to his ministrations.

              He removes his hand, and you feel his weight shift off the bed before he says, “Stay still for me.”

              He takes one wrist and extends your arm up, and secures something around you it. You hear him move around the bed and you slowly roll your wrist to test the feeing of it out. It’s more comfortable than you thought it would be, not the stiff leather style cuffs you’ve seen in pornography or the silky fabric you see in softer core, aesthetic scenes. It feels more like layers of thick athletic fabric and you’re grateful it doesn’t pull or pinch at your skin.

              He secures the other wrist, leaving your arms up above your head and spread wide. You don’t exactly expect him to secure your legs in the way that he does. You expect a similar loop of fabric around each ankle, but instead he secures you by each thigh just above the knee, a larger and thicker loop of restraint here, holding you fully open and exposed. Nerves bubble up inside you as he checks each of the restraints again and slips a finger gently under the edge of each to ensure they aren’t too tight.

              Then things go quiet. You expect him to tease you, to be verbal like he normally is or to shift more dominant and even degrade you, but instead you’re met with quiet. It stretches on and you can’t help but turn your head to the left and right, straining to see if you can hear anything at all.

              It’s taking too long, minutes pass, and you’re not even confident at this point that he’s even still in the room with you. You don’t want to break the scene, but you’re nervous now. The absolute lack of visibility and your tight restrained position has you so vulnerable you can barely breathe. “Seonghwa?” You know you shouldn’t address him by name, but the nerves get the better of you.

              He doesn’t respond, but suddenly you feel a brush along your inner thigh and you jerk, startled at the sensation of what feels like a fine brush coasting gently up your skin. His voice murmurs, honeyed and soft, “Shh, shh, you’re safe.”

              The brush runs up each thigh, across your pubic bone, over your stomach, and repeats. The sensation has you straining, your hips making subtle jerks instinctively, aching to be touched more now that you know he hasn’t left you.

              He repeats his pattern again and again, until he shifts, the brush ever so slightly running over your exposed clit. You whine, rolling your head back and gripping the straps of your wrist restraints. He teases you like this for what feels like forever, but he eventually lifts the brush away. “You’re so wet,” he hums pleasantly, “is this all for me?”

              You swallow, your throat dry, “Yes, sir.”

              “Very good.”

              You swallow tightly again but choke out a gasp at the next touch against your inner thighs has you shaking. It takes you a few moments to work it out, with the way that he’s teasing, but you realize quickly he’s traded the brush for a feather and the new sensations have you trembling again.

              You want his hands on you, his fingers, his mouth, but you know that once you start begging he’ll make this longer and harder for you. He’s already come, and he’ll stay perfectly in control for as long as he wants to. He takes his time again with the feather, passing it over every inch of your body, focusing special attention to your pebbled nipples and trembling core.

              You know he’s done playing when he moves the feather away and you feel his weight descend on the bed between your wrenched open legs. You know he’s going to touch you, but how you can’t predict. Something firm lands directly on your clit and you arch back instinctively, but he keeps in pressed down. You rock your hips slightly, testing the feeling, but he clicks his tongue in disapproval and you stop immediately. At the sudden wave of vibration from the object pressed against you, you can’t help but cry out and jerk up against your restraints.

              Seonghwa pushes the vibrator more tightly against your clit and lays a firm hand on one of your open thighs. “Don’t you dare come.”

              The sound that leaves you is broken, keening, and you try to back your hips up and away from the vibrator, but he holds you steady and presses it more firmly against your swollen nub. “Please, please,” you manage, panting.

              “You’ll come when I tell you and not a second before.” His voice is stern, curt, and runs a shock of pleasure up your spine.

              You focus hard, gritting your teeth and laying your head back against the mattress. Your nails dig into your palms, your body trembles, and you do your best to keep things at bay. He circles the vibrator hard against you and you moan out, a breathy wet sob of desperation.

              He brings you up, placing you high on the pedestal of your orgasm, and works you there until he’s sure you can’t take another single second. With a pleased tone he commands you, “Come.”

              Your body tightens, and you let the feeling crash over you, crying out when you feel two of his fingers push up deep inside you to help push you over the edge. No doubt your words are incoherent, your body shaking uncontrollably.

              The vibrator lifts as you start to come down, but his fingers pick up speed. “Again,” he says.

              You shake your head, desperate and confused, the heady feeling of your orgasm holding you still, but he’s relentless the way he pushes inside you. His hand stays locked tight to you, sharp thrusts cresting you upwards again, “There we go,” he says as you cry, “again, again.”

              You’ve never felt anything like this, a sharp snap inside you that leaves you writhing, your wrists tugging at your restraints and your thighs attempting to snap closed but completely unable. He has you open and ready, and he has no intention of stopping. He’s talking to you, but you can’t hear him through the haze, his fingers slow, and when he’s sure you’ve come twice he slides them out and brushes his hands along your thighs soft and slow.

              When you hear the sound of his belt again and the rustle of fabric, your body locks up. You’re still shaking from his hour of slow burn pleasure, and you can barely breathe, nerves igniting at what is coming next.

              “Color?” Seonghwa confirms, one hand coming back to rest on your thigh.

              You want to keep up, you want to give him exactly what he wants, but the breath is tight in your chest, “Yellow,”

              “Alright,” he murmurs, his hands leaving you and you sigh, focused instead of recovering your breath slowly and breathing through the sudden wave of nerves.

              He settles down next to you, stretched long by your side, and rests his hand warmly on your stomach, “Deep breaths,” he murmurs.

              You follow his lead and as he softly strokes you with his thumb and gives you the time, you start to settle back into yourself. You want so badly to see him, loving the way he takes his time with you and the way he looks at you and your body, but he wanted you like this so badly that you just hope you’re giving him what he needs.

              “Color?” he checks again.

              “Green,” you nod, “I’m okay,”

              He shifts away immediately, settling back between your open legs. “Are you?” He asks again, but his voice has taken back on a hardened edge.

              “Yes, sir,”

              “Then I have more work to do,” he says, and his hand connects with your clit, rubbing quick circles into your oversensitive nub.

              Tears spring to your eyes instantly, and your muscles clench around nothing, your hips rocking up and against his hand, body panting and desperate in an instant. Heat rushes over you and you spasm, pulling again against the taut restraints. As you come up again, he pulls back suddenly and you whine, craning your head up even though you know you won’t be able to see him. His body descends over you, and you feel now that he’s naked and hard against you. His stiff cock connects with your clit and he rolls his hips over you to drag it back and forth, your body shuddering in response.

              “Oh God,” you shake your head, “Please, please,”

              His hand connects with your jaw, holding you firmly, “Please, who?”

              “Sir!” You recover yourself, “Please sir, please I can’t,”

              “You can’t?” He mocks, dropping his hips lower.

              You’re torn in two, desperate for him inside you and overstimulated enough that you can barely think of him touching you again. His breath fans across your cheek, his teeth nip at your ear and when his voice comes low and harsh, “Is my sweet girl too tired?”

              The sound that leaves you is nothing but a stuttering mess and your hips jerk up desperately, pressing the head of his cock against your fluttering hole. He makes a pleased sound in your ear and sinks home, locking your hips tight together and groaning against you now that he’s finally inside you. Your legs try to force themselves shut again, but it does nothing and he responds with a pointed and firm thrust.

              “What a mess,” he says, thrusting into you faster, “all laid out for me like this.”

              You can’t form thoughts, nothing coherent anyways, the sensation of him dragging perfectly inside you and his pubic bone connecting with your clit on every downwards strike making you arch against him. You’re nothing but a moaning mess, holding onto the wrist restraints in your hands for dear life, and letting him take his fill.

              “Did I fuck you dumb, sweet girl?” His hand sinks into your hair and he pulls down again, baring your throat and twisting your position tighter.

              Tense sore pleasure knots inside you, tears hot in your eyes, and nothing in the world has ever felt quite like this. His pace above you starts to quicken and you know he can’t be far, but you haven’t found the words to answer him.

              He catches one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinches, just hard enough to shock your brain and have you twisting away from him despite the weight of his body over yours. “I asked you a question,” he growls in your ear, his thrusts turning more forceful.

              There’s no chance you’ll be able to answer, and you shake your head, “I can’t,”

              He doesn’t respond, just grips your hair and your side tightly in his hands and fucks you faster, his shaky soft groans telling you he’s close. “Where do you want it?” He asks suddenly, his hand against your face again.

              “Wh-what?” He’s never asked you before, only told you.

              “Where should I come? Tell me,”

              You clench around him, the knot tightening and blood rushing to your head, the only thing that connects in your brain is this final need, “Inside, inside, please, please,”

              “You didn’t say sir,” He says, firm, and you tumble into another orgasm, the strike of pleasure catching you by surprise. He pulls out of you suddenly and you’re spasming around nothing, and you cry at the sudden change of sensation. “Fuck,” he pants above you and he grips your thigh tightly in his hand before releasing hot across your belly.

              In the aftershocks, you’re shaking more than you ever have before, your fingertips slightly numb from their raised position and your legs surely unusable. He’s quiet, and you’re not sure if it’s really over until you feel the damp warm towel against your skin as he cleans you up.

              He releases the tie on one of your thighs, then the other, and your legs fall slack against the bed, a deep ache in your hips as you let them straighten out. He releases one wrist, then the other, and your hands drop down above your head. Softly, he slips the blindfold off and comes to sit by your side, his thumbs wiping away the stray tears. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and cups your cheek. When your eyes finally flutter open he smiles, “There you are, darling.”

              “Hi,” you manage, weakly.

              “You did so beautifully,” he caresses your cheek.

              “It was,” you shift your arms and wince, the pins and needles springing up them instantly at the slight shift. His eyes flick upwards to assess and he deftly takes one arm in his hands, massaging soft circles into your flesh to wake it back up and give you some sensation. As he takes the other arm you finish your thought, “was it what you wanted?”

              He nods, “it was better than I could have ever imagined,”

              His warm words fill you with comfort and you stretch your tired limbs, shifting slightly to rest one hand on his bare thigh and look up at him, “Yeah?”

              “You’re perfect,” he leans over you, pressing a warm kiss against your lips, “I wish you could have seen yourself, you looked…”

              You blush and he brushes his hands across you, warmly up your back, massaging your thighs, planting kisses along your skin as he does. “How are you feeling?” He asks.

              In truth, you’re sore, stiff, and exhausted, but you also feel boneless, sated, and perfectly dazed. “Good,” you settle on.

              He smiles again, “Stay here for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

              You nod, and watch him go. He pulls a pair of boxers on disappears into the bathroom. You hear the sound of the bathtub filling, and the sound of the shower, and you rest in the center of the bed while he’s gone. You close your eyes, content to rest and stay exactly as you are, but he returns.

              When he does, he eases you up into his arms and you open your eyes. He’s freshly showered, his hair wet and pushed back, and he smells clean, his skin soft against yours. He carries you cradled against his chest into the large bathroom and eases you down into the warm water of the tub.

              You hiss at the contact of the water against your backside, still sore from earlier, the heat from the water only making it sting, but you know once you’re submerged it will fade. He settles you against one side of the large tub and comes to rest behind you, outside the water, but with his arms looping around you and holding you beneath the warmth.

              “Feel better?” He murmurs against your hair.

              “Perfect,” you reply, letting your eyes slip closed.

              He kisses your temple and rests here with you for a few moments before slowly unwinding his arms, “Take your time, and when you’re ready we’ll get you to bed.”

              He’s perfect like this, you think. Kind and gentle, attuned to your needs like the best of lovers should be. He leaves you to your space, knowing that you need time to come out of the headspace of the scene and back to yourself. Easing yourself back, you take stock of how your body feels and slowly wash up. You ease yourself out of the bath once you’re ready, wrapping a fluffy white towel around yourself. You need to take it slow, you realize immediately, your hips are sore and your legs are still a bit shaky, but you can manage.

              When you cross the threshold of the bedroom out of the master bathroom suite, Seonghwa jumps up from his position reclining on the now made bed. “You should have called me,” he crosses the room for you.

              “I’m okay,” you squeeze his hand, “I promise, just a little tired.”

              He still doesn’t listen, and moves with you to your side of the bed, pulling back the covers and then tucking you in once you’re laying down. “There’s water here,” he hands you a glass, “are you hungry at all?”

              You shake your head, “No, I’m okay,” You take a deep gulp of water and sigh, sleep pulling at you already.

              “Alright,” he seems anxious all of a sudden, fussy, and he clicks the lights off except for the opposite bed side table before slipping into bed beside you.

              “You’re staying here?” The words leave you before you can stop yourself, surprised. Despite how often you’ve slept together, you’ve never actually spent the night together.

              “Would you be comfortable with that?” He asks.

              “Of course,” you roll towards him, “you just caught me off guard, but I’d love it if you’d stay.”

              He visibly relaxes, sinking back into the pillows and resting a hand on yours, “If you’re here, I’d like to keep you close.”       

              After the intensity of the night, his words fill you with warmth and you shift closer, “Then come here,” you tug on his arm slightly.

              He slides over, wrapping around you, cupping you agains this chest. He runs his fingers through your damp hair and down your back, a repeated comforting pattern, “Can I get you anything else?”

              You shake your head against him, “Just hold me awhile,”

              “I’m not going anywhere,” his voice, low and soft eases you.

              It doesn’t take long for your body to melt into the covers, feeling more spent than you’ve ever felt before, Seonghwa’s steady arms around you and solid heartbeat against your cheek.

              When you wake it happens slowly, and it takes you a while for your mind to catch up and understand the sensations you’re feeling. When your brain does connect, it’s to the realization that Seonghwa’s fingers are inside you, pumping slowly and massaging your clit softly to spark your wet arousal.

              Pleasure ripples up your spine and you softly moan, stretching your hips down slightly and curling into the pillow under your cheek. You don’t open your eyes quite yet, intoxicated by the sensation of him touching you.

              His fingers slide out, and he softly raises one of your legs, opening you up and gently letting you stretch onto your back. His hands drift across your skin gently, running slowly from your breasts down your stomach, across your thighs and dipping back to slowly tease you, ease you open and pliant with practiced circles with the pads of his fingers against your nub.

              You keep your eyes closed despite the soft pants that leave you, the needy shifts of your hips. You wanted him to take you like this, you always had.

              You feel as he descends over you, gently opening your legs wider, lifting one of your legs up to your side to fold you into a press position. His cock sinks into you smoothly, your body slick and ready for him, but the sudden sensation of being filled has you moaning in earnest, and your eyes snap open. “Hwa,” you groan, but he claps a hand over your mouth and holds your face to the pillow below you.

              You let out a startled squeak, but he keeps his hand locked in place over your mouth as he starts to thrust into you. He shushes you, “Go back to sleep baby,”

              Pleasure knots deep in your belly at his words, but you play along, shaking your head against his palm and blinking up at him.

              “Sleep,” he directs softly again, his voice almost a whisper in the dark room, “I just need you for a minute,”

              Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a muffled moan against his palm. He keeps up his pace, and you feel your body clenching around him already. When you groan, your eyes flying open again, he presses his hand harder against your lips.

              “Shh,” he hushes you, “just rest and let me fill you up, sweet girl.”

              Your hands fist themselves in the sheets below you and you moan again. He drops down a little lower, pressing kisses to your temple as he fucks you, and he keeps murmuring against your skin, “I’ll give you what you need,”

              The feeling of him is warm and hard, rhythmically stroking you in the perfect spot at a deliciously slow and steady pace. He whispers more, promises in the hollow of your ear, but you crash over the edge into your orgasm when he says, “I’ll fill you up every night sweet girl, every night until it sticks.”

              You grip onto him suddenly, holding him tight to you as your body spasms and jerks against him, pleasure washing over you and sending sparks of heat down your limbs. He follows you quickly, thrusting into your fluttering muscles and spilling himself deep inside you, locking your hips together when he starts to come and just rocking his hips tightly against yours.

              “That’s a good girl,” his hand slips away from your mouth, and he peppers kisses across your face.

              You feel utterly boneless and pliant, and you groan when he pulls out of you and shifts to spoon you again, holding your slick body against his. He dips his fingers between your legs though, and presses inside you with two fingers, kissing your shoulder. With his opposite hand he wraps around you starts to gently massage your clit again, heat spreading fast across you.

              “There we go,” he nuzzles you softly, “we’ll keep this right where it belongs,”

              Your head drops back against him, and you let him work you quickly up over into another soft and shuddering orgasm, your body weightless now against him. He keeps his fingers inside you for just a few moments longer, and then slips out of you, kissing your shoulder repeatedly and stroking you gently. He murmurs soft to you, “How’s my girl?”

              “So good,” you sigh, cuddling back against him.

              “Is that what you wanted, love?” He asks, massaging your hip gently.

              You nod, sated and ready again for more sleep.

              “Good,” he holds you close, “I don’t know about you, but I think we could try that again.”

              “Mm,” you nod and sigh, “anytime.”

              He chuckles, “And last night?”

              “Definitely,” you assure him, squeezing one of his forearms that wraps around you, “I think I liked it,”

              “Did you?” He pulls the covers up over you higher.

              “A lot,” you admit, and he all but purrs in satisfaction behind you. “Did you like this?”

              “Very much,” he sweeps a hand low over your belly and spreads his fingers wide to cup you gently, “possibly too much.”

              Seonghwa sighs behind you, and you can feel him relaxing against your back, spent from the evening before and this early morning, and you softly hiss the available patch of skin on the arm wrapped around your shoulders, “Let’s sleep then,”

              “Mm,” he agrees, then says, “can I wake you up again?”

              “Anytime,” you smile, “you can have me anytime.”

              “Then sleep,” his deep warm voice murmurs, “you’ll need your rest for next time.”

[xosannie]

THIS WAS QUITE LITERALLY SO PERFECT I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PLEASE

[lustfuldevils]

sacrifices | smg

best friend!mingi|cutie!reader

genre: it’s filthy tbh

warnings: pure mingi is not so pure, he has the nastiest wet dream and he wakes up a mess, he’s still so sweet, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mingi has a big dick, self-indulgent, creampie. reader is a chunky babe, he thinks you're so pretty.

words: 6.7k

songs: sacrifices by tinashe, anomaly by azee

Reminder set: Pick baby girl up from the library. Mingi wasn’t too busy on his lovely friday except going to the market and filling out a few papers before sending them off. It was the beginning of the weekend, meaning you would stay over at his place. He laid in his bed scrolling through his phone, hand hiding underneath his hoodie for warmth, occasionally rubbing his skin for comfort. He didn’t know how long he was scrolling until he dozed off, falling into a deep slumber. The heat wasn't just from wearing his hoodie when he started moving. There was a subtle ache in his groin and his hands twitched in their resting spots.

There you laid underneath him, thighs pushed up against your chest and hands holding the back of your thighs with the help of the man above, his larger ones sprawled just below yours. He moved his right hand to pull away the thin cover of your panties, staring at how wet you were just in front of him. 

Mingi could feel his mouth water and his dick stir just being able to stare at it but as his thumb came in contact with your slit, hearing you faintly whimper made him throb. Your noises, sweet sweet noises drove him insane as he teased your swollen clit. 

You dripped and you throbbed, you glistened and the slick wet sound of his thumb teasing you was enough to make him simply become pussy drunk. There was no way, no possible reason for you to be so stunning in such a vulnerable position. Cute cunt in his face ready for him to take. 

“Please..please mingi..” You whispered, encouraging him to do something, anything other than stare. You were getting shy with just his eyes on you. He knew you were but chose not to do anything about it. Instead, his left hand squeezed your thigh, squeezing your warmth in his hot palm. You were so fucking soft and so hot, he could cum just from touching you. 

“Can I taste you?” He looked up at you. 

“Oh please, please do.” You nodded your head, nibbling your bottom lip. Fuck, you weren’t real.  He leaned down to press his lips against the back of your right thigh, close to your dripping cunt. He parted his lips to stink his teeth into the fat before kissing the same spot he bit, teasing your slit just until his thumb was coated in your sticky arousal. "Mm.. mingi." You whispered until it was nothing more. Mingi woke up with an evident tent and a dark spot ruining the fabric of his shorts. His alarm was going off too, yet he basked in this feeling of bliss. He winced as he lifted the band, only to find his cock hard and cum staining his skin. "Shit.." He mumbled sleepily, picking up his phone with his other hand and turning the alarm off. He was supposed to leave soon, yet he was lingering in his bed, horny. There was just no way he was this fucked up from a wet dream. He had been so needy for the past couple days, his stupid hand couldn't fix it nor the amount of porn on his laptop could help.

What made him really sit there was that he had a dream about you and though it wasn't the first time, this one felt a lot more realistic. The feeling of you and your voice felt all too real to comprehend for a dream. It ran chills down his spine hearing you moan and he would do anything to hear it in real life.

It was scary how badly it turned him on because any other time, he was so used to ignoring the sudden ache in his gut but today seemed like he could barely hold himself together. His brain was too occupied with you and only you. First, he needed to clean himself up and change, then grab a snack or a drink for you. He didn't live too far from your university, but it was a bit of a ride considering he always bought you something. He just needed to snap out of his little stupor and get ready. Sucks that it was a little tricky because of his dick.

Mingi managed to survive on the road after calming down his raging hormones. The fact that even after his shower and even after getting dressed, he was still stuck with his hard cock throughout the entire drive. He managed to get through that long ass line in the drive-through as long as he had his music occupying his mind. Finally, he parked in his usual spot in the parking lot of the University; close to the library, he pulled his phone off the magnet to text you just to make sure.

baby mingi: you at the library? 

you: yes, I want to look for a few books. I’ll try to be quick. 

baby mingi: it’s okay, I’ll come in. What section?  He watched as the text bubbles popped up and then disappeared until your response appeared. you: crime and horror. uh, more like in the back of the library. ;)

Mingi grabbed your strawberry milkshake and his keys, closing and locking the door behind him. He made his way down the pathway to the library. He was going to find you very easily because you were always in that section of the library. You and your obsession with crime and horror shit, he never was good at watching that stuff but he never judged you for it. Whatever you liked, shit he liked too. Even if it did gross him out most of the time. There were quite a few aisles for both genres but he caught you as you were reaching for another book, like the four other books in your arm weren't enough. You always read them so quickly too, yet he always found that attractive about you. Especially since you always came to him to talk about what you read.

He loved listening to you, even if it was about the book you finished in almost a week.

“Hey,” a deep voice made you quickly turn, only to be faced with the tall man you had called your best friend. There he stood in his grey sweat pants and matching hoodie, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose while he held a milkshake in one hand and hid his other in the front pocket. The demon slayer lanyard was hanging from it, and you guessed he was holding his keys tight in his pocket.

“Mingi!” You walked up to the man, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him, even with the books in your hand. He wrapped you in a hug and softly rubbed your back. He smelled so good, something close to vanilla bean. It didn’t take much for him to melt but having you immediately pull him into a hug wasn’t really helping him forget what he had dreamt of earlier. 

Dare he say he wasn’t ashamed of it either? Maybe he was just shocked that it was good enough to make him feel like he was on fire today. Feeling you pull away left him wanting to pull you back into the hug, but he didn’t buy you a milkshake for nothing. Maybe it would take his mind off things.

He held the drink out for you which you took, politely thanking him for such a nice treat. He took the books you did have in your hand to hold. “I missed you. How are you?” You tilt your head to the side as you continue to look at the title of the books, sipping occasionally on your drink like it was the last you’ll ever have. It was actually so good because you were craving a sweet treat.

On the other hand, Mingi let his eyes wander. “I'm alright. I missed you too, how are you?” He mumbled.  "I'm okay, tired from taking those two exams. I'm just excited to be with you again. Call me clingy, I guess." His eyes twinkled at your words as he nibbed on his bottom lip.

“Glad I'm not the only one. Where’s your bags?” 

“It’s over at the table, my friend is watching my stuff while they work. I made sure to bring my switch this time.” 

He didn’t really say anything after that and was okay with the comfortable silence you two shared. It gave him more time to look at you, picking at his bottom lip as he noticed you were wearing a dress, a rather tight-fitted one even though you seemed quite comfortable in it. One of those maxi-dresses you called them. It shaped your hips and ass yet draped loosely down your legs.  The rest was hidden by a sweater but he couldn’t complain with the view he got now. 

It made his hands twitch not being able to touch you like he did in his dream. He knew he was clingy but wanting to hold you and grab you in certain areas was off-limits. He was your best friend, not your boyfriend. Fuck, that didn't mean he didn't want to be your boyfriend though. It even irked him a little just thinking about it so to keep it normal, he decided to get closer and lean his chin on your shoulder in an innocent form of affection. "You look pretty today."

“Oh? Thank you, handsome. I love the blonde, makes you look hot. Also, whoever made this milkshake needs a raise by the way.” You whispered, earning a quiet chuckle from Mingi. “Do they?” 

“Yeah. Here taste it.” You raised your drink up to him and heard him sip.  "That is pretty good. It's a good thing I go there a lot, I'll be sure to bring you different things since you like this one. They have this really good Caesar salad with a lot of chicken on it. You'd enjoy that a lot. "Yeah, I would love that. Thank you. You know me and Caesar Salad." He shook his head and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Nah, don't worry about it. Thank you by the way, I'm glad you like the blonde. I'm going to go grab your bags, okay? Same friend as usual? Jane? The one with the pink hair?" "Yes, Jane." He released you from his hold and proceeded to make his way over to the table to grab your stuff, greeting Jane and asking if they needed a ride or anything before heading out. Jane politely declined, saying she would study some more before leaving. "It was nice seeing you, Jane. Tell me how that exam goes." Mingi lifted your backpack up and your duffle in another hand. "It was nice seeing you too, Mingi. I will, for sure. Make sure she gets that midterm done by the end of the weekend or I will fight her." He laughed. "I'll make sure she gets it done."

"Yeah, I'll get it done. I wanted to say bye before I dipped. I love you, babe. Fuck that midterm though." You walked around to hug Jane. "I love you too. Get it done or we will fight, not a threat it's a promise.."

"Yeah, yeah."

Once you guys made it back to his place, you were so quick to take a shower and change out of your attire and into something comfortable. Mingi had already lunch ready in the fridge and figured, you would get your food whenever you were hungry so he had no worries about that.

His home was yours.

He got comfortable at his PC and you grabbed another chair to sit right next to him, close and cozy while you played on your switch. You clung to him for warmth as you were too stubborn to lay in his bed without him.

Although you were heavily into your game of Hades, Mingi was lost in thought on how to bring up the topic of having a wet dream to his best friend. Would you think of him as a weirdo if he just happend to blurt it out? Would you leave if he told you in the first place? It was bothering him not to tell you though, he couldn't keep going at this rate.

“I had a dream about you earlier. I thought I should just let you know.” He admitted, a little nonchalant.

He didn’t look at you as he mentioned that and that confused you because any other time he had a dream he was more excited to let you know the details.

This time was different.

“Oh yeah? Was it a good one?” You turned in his chair to look at him, setting your switch on his desk while he was scrolling through the inventory in the game he was playing. It was almost like he was trying to avoid the topic even though he was the one who brought it up.

“It was..it was something?” He spoke lowly and sighed as he felt you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Something?" you mumbled, "Could you maybe elaborate on that?” Mingi was hesitant and you could tell with the way he didn't open his mouth to say anything on the matter. He was going to blurt it all out if he looked at your pouty expression because he was weak when it came to you. He didn’t even know if it was right to tell you his filthy dream and was sure that a lie would help him get out of this overwhelming feeling of being horny and needy. He knew he didn't want to feel guilty, though.

“Mingi?” You whispered and he paused his game. 

“It wasn’t a bad one.” 

You lean up from his shoulder, tilting your head up this time to get his attention. 

“Okay, then what was the dream? Was it dirty?” Once he looked at you, it felt like his stomach was starting to knot up. God, he could feel himself growing hard. He didn't know what to do and you hit it on the nail asking what kind it was. Maybe the floor should swallow him up instead.

“Fuck…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You promise you won’t get mad?” 

“Pinky promise. What?" You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. "Am I gonna cuss you out and call you a weirdo?” It was quite concerning seeing him so hesitant to tell you, you were even tempted to just tell him that he didn’t have to say anything about it but you knew it was going to bother you the entire night. 

Maybe cussing him out would make him feel even more humiliated. That was a lie, it would only turn him on even more. "It was one of the hottest dreams I've ever had, enough to make me cum in my sleep. Actually, this is embarrassing…” Mingi felt his cheeks grow warm, in fact, he felt his entire body grow hot. 

“No no, what happened?” 

He sighed. “You let me touch you, I remember a specific part…shit, you were so pretty in my dream.” He covered his face with his hands. "So..fucking wet for me."

“Mhm..” You smiled as he looked at you. How could you sit here and smile at him like that? Mingi couldn't even keep his mind straight staring at you. It was taking everything within not to kiss you right now, kiss that pretty smile off your lips, bend you over his desk and fuck you silly. "What else?"

“Y...-You let me touch your pussy and it was just so cute how you trembled in my hold as I teased your clit. I even saw how you dripped with arousal, begging me to do anything and I swear that alone was enough to make me cum. I didn’t even get to taste you in my dream but I know its the sweetest thing I'll ever dream of eating." You laughed softly. "Damn, Mingi. I didn't think you had it in you to tell me such a thing." He nudged you away. "Don't tease me. I'm fucking horny and I don't know how to stop my dick from getting hard right now in front of you. The more we talk about this, the more I want you. Don't even look at me actually." Count it on you own best friend to be so dramatic. Gently, you rested your hand on this thigh. "Don't think too much about it, it's hot. You don't normally tell me dirty things. I'm the one who says out-of-pocket shit." "Yeah, I just don't want you to think I'm a fuckin' weirdo or anything for having a wet dream about you. I love you and I would hate myself for making you feel uncomfortable." He looked at you with shyly, just barely you could see his ears grow red. Your heart fluttered as you grabbed his hands to hold in yours, squeezing them before raising them up to your cheeks. "You are a weirdo but not in the way you think. Let me tell you something, remember you picked me up from that embarrassing date? You got me ice cream and brought me some of your comfy clothes? It's not a wet dream but I wanted to fuck you in the back seat of your car not only because you're extremely attractive, but you were attentive and you were caring. That night I went to bed, I couldn't stop thinking about just how good you are to me. You always and I mean always make me comfortable, even when I do have my dirty thoughts too."

"About me..? I don't think you understand how badly I need you right now after telling me that." "Then you can have me. You can taste my pussy like you want to so badly. See if it lives up to your expectations in your dream." You smirked as you leaned back in your seat, setting his hands back down on his lap. Holy shit. Mingi thought he was dreaming again but as he pushed away from his desk to face you, it all became real as he watched you straddle his lap. He instinctively grabbed your hips and slowly breathed out. "Seriously? You're not lying right?" "Seriously..." You whispered. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

He licked his lips and leaned in to meet yours. Your lips were soft and he could taste a faint flavor of strawberry. He only pulled away as he felt like his glasses were gonna get in the way but you beat him to it. As he felt you pull away just to slip his glasses off and set them on his desk, his glossy eyes stared into yours. "Hi.." You huff out a small laugh, "Hi, gonna kiss me some more?" "Mhm..." His hand grabbed the back of your head to pull you back into the kiss. With the tilt of your head and the way your hands caressed him, you could feel the firm muscles in his chest and how well he paid attention to the way you kissed him. Mingi was easing himself into the kiss with the intent of making it good, starting off the kiss slowly, then working his way up to something more. He soaked in the feeling of your soft lips against his and made sure to let you know just how good of a kisser you were by pulling you closer. You were going to take the lead, but feeling the desperation in the man was exhilarating. The subtle parting of his lips and his tongue meeting yours turned the kiss into something heavier. Mingi's hand dragged down to your ass and gripped softly, a tug close to feel you drag against his hard cock through his sweats. The friction made him groan into the kiss as he felt you push down against his needy grind. Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss to look at you. "Are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to do this because I'm a pervert. I don't want to ruin what we have now.." You grabbed the zipper of the zip-up and tugged it down until you exposed the lavender bralette and grey sleep shorts that you decided to slip on before you got comfortable. "Baby, I wanna do this. This would not ruin anything. I said it was hot and you're hot. I would love for my best friend to eat me out.." "Oh fuck me.." He whispered.

"I plan to Mingi." He was going to cum right there and now.

His pupils were dilated as he took in every inch of your body, bare and clothed. "I want to make you cum on my tongue until you're ready to take my dick. I want nothing more than to make you feel good ___." You smiled softly and cupped his face, admiring his stunning features. "Should I be moving to the bed then?" "I don't really want you to move but I need you so bad." He watched you climb off his lap and he reached out to touch your bare sides, tugging you back in to press his face against your tummy. "Mm.." He pressed soft kisses along your skin down to your side all while he sunk his fingers into the sides of your shorts, tugging them down gently until they pooled around your ankles. His fingertips rubbed against the soft purple cotton as he tilted his gaze up towards you. "What the fuck are you so pretty for?" He squeezed your ass and sighed. You ran your fingers through his hair with a small smile. "I can ask you the same thing, Mingi." He closed his eyes with a thick sigh. "If I cum in my sweats again, it's going to be your fault. Please get on the bed."

Mingi was going to die, he was sure that he was as he watched you climb onto his bed. He gripped his aching cock through his sweats as he stood up from his chair and walked over to stand over you and in between these sweet thick thighs of yours. It was even better than his dream, here he had you lying on his bed, spread for him. He felt like a dog with the way he was drooling at the sight of your pussy, seeing it glisten with your arousal even through the fabric. With his hands holding the back of your thighs, you were there to simply lay in this position for him to see everything. He wasted no time hooking a long finger into the side of your panties, gently tugging them to the side to expose your bare cunt and just the smallest tuft of hair. 

“Your pussy is so cute.” He mumbled with a small chuckle. You couldn’t believe the words that were coming of his mouth and they were just compliments, yet so vulgar. “Everything about you is so pretty that I can’t help but feel like maybe I should just keep you to myself. It wouldn't be unlikely of me to get addicted.” 

"Mingi..." You gasped as his plump lips pressed a wet kiss to the back of your right thigh. “Even the way you say my name is pretty, what the fuck.." Another kiss was pressed closer to your cunt, making you jolt with sensitivity. He's never felt so hungry until he was holding you like this, overwhelmed with the heady scent of you. It was a raw experience being able to push his lips against your skin and dig his long fingers into the soft fat. The man felt obsessed being in this position, such a vulnerable and intimate scene that he craved to see you like this more often. He soaked in the way his fingers squeezed you and watched as your juices spilled slowly to your tight hole. Mingi moved his hands lower, just enough to run his thumb along your slit up to your mound then back down until it teased your slick entrance. You loved his hands, loved how pretty they were and how easy it was for them to make you feel small. "You're driving me crazy." He licked his thumb. The taste of you spreading on his tongue easily made his cock throb.

"Spread her for me." He nipped your skin before leaning back to watch your fingers spread your puffy lips. "Thank you angel…" he leaned down to press a kiss to your clit then another one, until he found himself parting his lips to slide his tongue against you. Your fingers slipping away to slide through his hair. Mingi wasted no time sucking and licking, flicking his tongue in quick motions until his own saliva mixed with your wetness. Your gasps turned into whines as Mingi ate your pussy. He didn't focus too much on your clit and even teased you by letting the tip of his nose brush up against it. "Mingi, fuck." You moaned, covering your eyes with the back of your hand as you couldn't focus on anything else other than the feeling of his mouth. He grew sloppy and he grew louder until they filled the bedroom. He moaned against your cunt as he gently moved your hand away, licking a long filthy stripe back up to your clit. You didn't know he was even capable of making you feel like this but you were happy to know his mouth was heaven-sent. His eyes were shut as he gripped you tighter, making it his goal to make you cum more than once by his mouth alone. You cried out in pleasure as you tried to watch him devour you, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud to suck, only to pull away and then take it back into his awaiting mouth. Your body shook to its core as your fingers gripped his hair, tugging it softly to pull him off. "Mingi...baby slow down.." You hiccupped as he pulled away to look up at you, mouth glossy with your arousal; he licked his lips but didn't seem to wait as he pulled you back against his mouth. The taste of your sweet cunt melted on his tongue as he groaned deeply.

"You taste...so fucking good, angel. I just wanna make sure this pussy is getting proper love and attention if you promise to only come to me from now on."

If this was his way of claiming you, then he sure as hell should’ve known you were his from the fucking beginning. "I only want you.." You whispered shakily as warm fingers parted your lips, teasing you worse than you can comprehend. "Don't tell me that, fuck don't say that to me. It only makes me want to fuck you even more." You prayed he would. You hoped that tonight this man would make you see stars, make you feel every single bit of him until he was a mess like you. It definitely was no secret now that you wanted Mingi but something inside you felt deprived of just how good Mingi can be. You always got above and beyond even though he was your best friend but tonight felt different.

You were pulled back out of your thoughts as you felt Mingi slow down, practically making out with your pussy, lewd sounds of him kissing. You didn’t know if you would even make it at this point, barely even handling what Mingi was doing now. You couldn’t imagine how it would be if he fucked you dumb on his cock.

He lingered his kisses and let them simmer against your pussy up until mound. The grip he had on your thighs were going to leave marks and the way he leaned up to look at you should have put you out of commission for the next week. Your body melted into the blankets, his greedy mouth taking one of your lips into his mouth to suck before he turns his attention back to dragging his tongue along your slit and even sinking it a little into your hole. You moans filled the bedroom and the wet slick of his mouth filled your ears. It was obscene, it was filthy but you loved every single second of it. Mingi could feel your juices run down his chin and he could feel the way your thighs tensed in his hold, the way your pussy quivered a little just as he brought his attention back to your clit. "Please let me cum, please." He licked his lips. "Grind this needy pussy on my tongue." He feels you slide one of your hands behind his head and he decides to take this opportunity to reach up and grab your hand in his to hold. His fingers sinking between yours, he pulls you back up against his mouth. You could feel his other hand gripping tight on your inner thigh, moaning into your pussy as he feels you grind against his tongue. He moans deeply so occupied by you that he didn't realize how much he was moving his hips against the bed. "Oh god, fuck..- fuck please." He doesn't even need to tell because you're already cumming on his tongue. Physically, he would feel your pulsating and taste your cum with a loud sucks. You were heaven-sent. You were god-fucking made. The moment your back arched off the bed and he could hear your whines grow shaky is when he decided to pull away from you. Sticky strings of his saliva and your cum mixed together making him grin. He rests his head on your inner thigh as he tries to get you to relax in his hold. "You did so good, baby. So good for me." His words nearly sent you to a state of delirium. Eyes blurring with your tears, and your lips parted to release staggered breaths.

Not another word was shared as you felt him push you higher up his bed, feeling the bed sink below you as he hovered over you. He rubbed your hips as he leaned down to give you a kiss, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. You were so consumed with the kiss that you didn’t realize the weight of his body was on you.

You could feel it too. You could feel him against your dripping cunt. Yet, he still had those annoying fucking sweats on.

Mingi pulled away from the kiss to drag his lips down your jaw to your neck, leaving hot wet trails along your skin. He kisses down to your breasts and parts his lips to softly sink his teeth into your left tit. His fingers move from your hips up to the front of your bralette, undoing it swiftly and catching a perked nipple in his mouth. "Mmf..fuck." He mutters. "You're doing so good for me. You deserve a good fuck, yeah?" He kisses in between your breasts. "You deserve this cock..." Your brain suddenly stops functioning at his filthy words. You damn near felt fucking dizzy with the way he spoke to you and you decide to take matters into your own hands by pushing his sweats and boxers down. "My bad, am I taking too long?" "Quite long." You teased with a laugh. He snickered lowly as he provided help by tugging the rest off. "And I thought I was the brat." You were too shocked to even respond, feeling the weight of his cock resting on your tummy. You watched intently as he pulled away to sit up straight on his knees, grabbing your thighs in his hold to pull you closer. He sinks his fingers into the fat of them with a grin, "I hate how bad I wanna eat you out again." "Mingi baby, you can eat me out after and you can do it in the shower. I don't give a fuck where, I just need you in me right now pleasee..."

"Promise?" He whimpers. "Mm, I promise baby. My pussy is yours."

"Oh fuck. me. You're so hot.." Mingi wrapped his hand around his cock while his other held your inner thigh again. His lips parted as he pushed up against your slit, pushing between your pussy lips only to slide back and forth. He watched intently too, watched how his cock started to glisten with your cum and his spit combined, only to leave little thick strings of precum every move he made.

He took his time just like before, so addicted to you entirely that he needed to appreciate you. he needed to appreciate this pretty pussy.

“Fuck, look at her. she’s begging to be filled, begging to be fucked full of cum. shit...”

You sighed as you felt him smack his cock against your cunt. Song Mingi was a filthy man.

“Please mingi, please fuck me. I can’t..-I can’t.” He listened, like he said he would do anything to make you feel good. Slowly, he pushed himself in and sunk deep until he felt you press a hand against his abdomen. He stopped to ask, "You okay? Want me to pull out?" You shook your head quickly. "I'm okay, you're just..fucking big."

He was big, big enough to stretch you out and nearly split you. “such a tight cunt-..you can take it.” he chuckled lowly as he dragged his hand up to your breasts, gripping one in his hot palm. Slowly, you gripped his side to guide him in deeper.

“Oh my fucking god..” you shivered, feeling his body hot against yours. You could feel everything, you could feel the warmth, the stretch, the fullness of his cock in you. “What am I going to do with you, huh?” Mingi pulled his hips back and watched as your pussy sucked him back in the moment he pushed his hips back. He soaked every little noise you made, caught the jiggle of your tummy and the bounce of each breast. He couldn't believe he was the one making you feel this good but fuck he wasn't complaining. You gripped his forearm, squeezing it firmly in his hold as you tried to watch but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you could barely lift your head up. "Good girl, baby. Wanna watch? Hm?" He asked lowly, rolling his hips every deep thrust he gave. "Wanna watch yourself take my cock? Yeah you do.." Mingi slid his hand up to the back of your neck, using his strength to support your upper body. "You're doing such a good job too, perfect pussy baby." If he praised you anymore tonight, you were going to fucking combust. He moved his hand from your thigh up to your swollen pussy, teasing your slit by giving it soft gentle smacks. You cried out in pleasure and he swallowed every bit as he leaned in to kiss you. The snap of his hips growing louder as he fucked your faster. This is what he needed, he needed you, he needed to fuck you until he was able to drain every last bit of cum into you. He knew you'd take it all too just by how well you were taking his cock. You were perfect and he'd do anything to make you his. You moaned his name so sweetly as he gently laid you back down on the back, he leaned down to press more kisses to your cheek. Whispering such sweet filth against your skin as his thumb rubbed your clit, urging you closer to an orgasm. The wet slick of his thumb moving back and forth against you. "You hear that? Fuck...you hear how wet you are? Making a mess all over me.." You nodded your head in response since you couldn't form words to save your life, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested a hand on the back of his head. Mingi sunk his fingers into the plush of your ass, moaning deeply into your skin as the pressure seemed to get heavier. Your pussy felt like heaven and he could feel himself going numb with everything. "Wanna feel you cum baby, can you do that for me?" He whispered in a rough rasp. You squeezed your eyes shut tight as your body tensed with the thick pleasure, you hold him close to you as his strokes don't falter. Just the slightest lift of your hips had him hitting a spot that made your vision suddenly grow blurry. "Don't stop.. fuck don't stop mingi-" The strength he had to hold you against him had you clinging to him and hiding your face against his shoulder to muffle the desperate moans spilling from your glossy lips. Everything about him was heady from the way he smelled to the way his pretty skin clung to your skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat. You weren't prepared for it, in fact you weren't prepared for how intense him bring you to an orgasm was. You thought his mouth was a lot but it was different being stretched and fucked to your absolute limit. It felt like Mingi knew you better than you knew yourself because god he was fucking you like his life depended on it. Your breaths grew shaky and your toes curled as you could feel your pussy pulsate around him. "There we go...shit you're so wet, so sexy when you cum." You melt into his hand as you feel him rub your back. He slows his thrust to nice tempo, leaning back on his haunches to look at you and your mess. A sight of your sticky cream coating his cock made him throb inside you. "Fuck-" Mingi lifted your legs up to his shoulders, squeezing your thighs together. It seemed he couldn't keep his hands from rubbing and squeezing you. You looked utterly fucked out but that didn't stop him from picking up his pace again, thrusting in and out of you with thick raspy whines spilling from his lips.

 "You're so perfect." He didn't know how long he could last with the fluttering feeling of your sensitive pussy squeezing him "Mm fuck fuck fuck, m' gonna cum.." Your moans only encouraged him on and slowly he started to lose his rhythm and without another thought- he pushed deep into your cunt to fill you up with his thick cum. He keeps his hips against your thighs and cock deep inside of you until he was done. You feel a sense of comfort wash over you as he gently moves your legs back down. You don't wanna be fucked by anyone else again. As you looked up at him, you were met with the same gaze and then he leaned down to kiss you to distract you from pulling out. It sucked feeling so empty all of a sudden and you've come to realize that you hated not feeling him so deep inside of you. "Pretty girl." He whispered the moment he pulled away. He watched the way his cum spilled out of you and suddenly he had the urge to clean up his mess with his mouth.

"You okay?" He asked softly, caressing your cheek in his hand with a small smile. "I'm okay, except for the fact that you fucked me within an inch of my life, Mingi. Maybe you should have wet dreams about me more often." You snickered. "Shut up, I'll do it even without the wet dreams. I'll fuck you stupid if you want. Actually, I'll use my mouth instead." You reached over to cover his mouth. "Just because you've recovered from a good fuck doesn't mean I have." He rolled his eyes as he softly removes your hand from his mouth and leans in to pull you into a heated kiss. Little did you realize how swift and easy you were to be put into such a vulnerable position.

"You have.." He runs a hot palm along your spine and uses his other hand to give your ass a small and firm spank, making you whimper. "You love my mouth.." He kissed the area he spanked. "You love me too, right?" You rubbed your cheek against the bed in a nod. "So much..'

"I love you more angel, god you're pretty like this. One more...may I?" "You may. Can we eat after?" The way you asked made him laugh. How could you be so cute at a time like this. "Of course we can. I just happen to want dessert first." "You're a munch, Mingi.'" "Certified."

[xosannie]

Touching grass won’t save me. This is amazing

[sugawhaaa]

‼️🎧MINGI NS/FW AUDIO🎧‼️

Length:: 1:00

Prompt:: letting him finally cum after edging him 🥰

A/N::

Reminder that this is for pure imagination and is not intended for any other purposes

Taglist:: @joongiebites @yoongles2025 @evangelinemyamor @yukichan67

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[xosannie]

WHAT THE FLIP DUDE

[xosannie]

We’re all thinking of the same guy…..

long time no see :3

[dearestaussiechannie]

ʚ♡ɞ Good For You ʚ♡ɞ ― Choi San

word count: 2.4K paring: Sub!San x Dom!F!Reader genre: Smut warnings: teasing,begging,pet names,pwp,handjob,semi-public,unproctected sex(wrap before you tap),alcohol consumption,subby!san, let me know if I missed anything Author note: This is for @xosannie since they handed out a delicious smutty prompt for FREE !! this is the first time i've wrote smut so be nice to meeee!! but I hope everyone who reads enjoys it AND please check out her works, I EAT them up !! have a good one!!

The music pulsed through the dimly lit house, a blend of thumping bass and laughter that filled the air like a vibrant tapestry. The party was in full swing, and here you were right in the middle of it, energy high as you navigated through the throngs of bodies, drink in hand.

San was off to one side, leaning casually against a wall, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips. You could never resist the urge to tease him; he was like a magnet, drawing you in with his charm and mischievous eyes that sparkled.

“Look at you, standing there all broody,” you said, sauntering up to him, a smirk on your face. “What’s the matter? Did you forget how to have fun?”

“Not everyone needs to be in the middle of the room, bodys pressed against one another to have fun at a party, y/n.” San said as he looked you up and down, noticing how short your skirt was and the deep cut neckline of your shirt…if he looked long enough maybe he could make out the outline of your bra, just maybe…

“Earth to Choi San? Did you even hear me?” Your voice pulls him out of his trance as his eyes widen and cheeks turn a light shade of pink, your drink coming up to your lips after you spoke.

“Ah, I couldn’t hear you over the music.. Can you say that again?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

You had noticed the way that he’d been staring at your chest, making a mental note of it as you stepped closer to him, pressing your bodies together while your free hand slowly rubbed up his chest.

“I said, don’t act like you wouldn’t enjoy it. I’m sure if you just went out there you’d have plenty of fun. Come on, I know you know how to dance so why don’t you show me?” Your lips close to his ear, making sure he can hear you over the music.

His body jolts from the way you barely touched him and how close your lips were to his ear as you spoke. He weighed out his options; have you pressed against him and mentally torture himself OR watch as you were pressed against someone else, obviously he didn’t like the ladder option.

Carefully, he took your hand that was on his chest and nodded towards where everyone was dancing. You smiled mischievously as he pulled you close behind him, chugging down your drink before throwing the cup onto the ground so you could focus both hands on him soon.

As the two of you made it to the dance floor, your hands land on his shoulders first as you swayed your hips with his to the rhythm of the music, pulling him closer to you. His hands fell to your hips slowly, grip a bit too loose for your liking but you leave it alone for now.

“C’mon Sannie, move your hips for me.” You say seductively in his ear, making his heart and pants tighten a bit as his mind starts to race. Your hands move from his shoulders up to his hair, tangling them through as your nails gently scratch against his scalp, giving just the slightest tug against the roots. 

He watched you closely, looking into your eyes for a moment before looking to your lips, watching the way your hips swing closely with his, and down to your chest as sneakily as he could before his attention was brought back to your eyes when you pulled his hair, a moan escaping past his lips before he could even think to stop it. You could feel the lust in your body swirling from the sound, turning your back to him to press against his body that way.

“Such a pretty noise from a pretty boy.. Bet you could make more, hm?” You teased as your hips grinded back against his, feeling the way he throbbed through his pants, pulling a whine from him. His grip tightens as he presses against you for any form of friction where he needs you most as you keep swaying your hips, head falling into the crook of your neck, letting you feel the heat from his face and breath making your heart beat faster.

“Don’t tease me..” He mumbled against your skin as one of your hands ran through his hair and the other down the inside of his thigh. Unfortunately for him, this only encouraged you to keep going.

“Oh but it's so fun to tease you, sweetheart. The way your face gets so red is cute and it feels like you're getting so hard from it.” You whisper into his ear before softly nipping at the lobe. This was his breaking point, making him stand up straight and pull you towards the back of the house until he got both of you into the bathroom.

You looked him up and down in the slightly brighter room, leaning back against the sink. “Now tell me, why exactly did you pull us in here, Sannie?” You ask him before turning to look in the mirror to fix your hair and wipe away the slight smudges of your lipstick, eyes focused on him behind you, noticing how he's staring at the floor while fidgeting with the front of his shirt to slightly tug it down.

“Well.. you kept teasing me and now I’m like this and I can't have anyone seeing me like this.. Need your help..” His voice barely above a whisper as he spoke, almost drowned out by the music in the other room making you turn to face him once more.

“San, I can’t hear you when you whisper face down to the floor. Look at me when you speak.” Your voice is more demanding than he expected. He looks up quickly, eyes glossy as he stops pulling on his shirt.

“Please help me with… this problem I’m having..” San said, looking into your eyes for any kind of rejection or uneasiness. To his surprise you step closer, running your palm against the bulge in his pants making him push against your touch with a small whine.

“Look at you, being such a good boy for me.. Tell me, what do you want me to do, hm?” You whisper to him, kissing his neck from under his ear down to his adams apple, chuckling when it bobbles against your lips. 

“Just want you to touch me.. In any way you’d like.. Whatever you’ll give me.” Sans words were almost complete gibberish with how fast he spoke in a small tone. His hands moved to hold onto your shoulders as you kept rubbing his cock through the rough material of his pants, head falling back against the door.

Slowly, you unbutton and unzip them and pull them down with his boxers just low enough for him to spring free, bouncing against his abdomen. You look up at him, taking in the sight of him looking down with glossy blown out eyes, the red tint on his ears and cheeks and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Your fingers dance around his tip causing his body to shudder as he looks at you as a plea for more. His head falls back against the door again making a small thud noise this time, holding back a small moan when you let spit fall onto him before you wrap your hand all the way around his cock and start moving your hand at a slow pace.

“Ah ah, baby. Don’t hold back any of your noises or I'll stop.” You say while your free hand moves to push his shirt up, kissing across his chest while leaving love bites as you move, pulling moans from his puffy lips. He looks down at you as best as he can while you start to move faster, squeezing his chest while leaving dark hickeys on the other side. 

“Please.. Feels so so good..” He whispers as his hips buck into your hand, making you feel your own arousal dripping in your underwear. You pull back from his chest to look up at him, capturing his lips in a kiss. Your lips move in sync as you deepen the kiss, his hands moving into your hair as he moans into the kiss, hips stuttering slightly as he starts to chase his high which only makes you pull away. He whines as he chases your touch, hands fumbling to pull you back to touch him again making you laugh against his skin.

“So desperate for me. Be a good boy for me and undress, yeah? Then I want you to go sit down and wait for me.” You say as you start undressing in front of him, which makes him stare at you like a lost puppy before you snap your fingers in front of his face. “Now, San.”

“Yes ma’am..” He says as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it into the sink, shuffling to sit down on the toilet seat as he pushes his pants to his ankles while watching you remove your skirt and underwear making his cock throb. 

He watches your every move as closely as he can, instinctively wrapping his own hand around his cock, moving at a slowish pace that pulls the smallest whimper from his throat. Hearing this, you turn to fully face him. 

Now, the sight was absolutely delicious. The way he was touching himself while staring at you, the deep red marks you’d left all over his chest and neck complimented his caramel skin tone. However, that’s not one of the things you’d told him to do.

You click your tongue as you walk up to him, grabbing his jaw with your finger and thumb to make him look up at you, desperation written all over his face. He leans up into your touch, whining softly as he tilts his head down, taking your thumb into his mouth, sucking on it softly. This makes you smirk as you sit down on his spread legs, leaning closer to his ear when you start to speak.

“Sweetheart, I don’t remember telling you to touch yourself on the list of things I asked you to do. Care to explain to me why you're doing it?” You ask him before biting into his shoulder as your fingers begin to trace over his cock, feeling his hips bounce under your weight. 

“I.. I just got so excited watching you get undressed.. My hand moved before I even realized I was doing it..” His voice barely above a whisper as you kept touching him. As you kiss over the spot where you bit him, you wrap your hand around him again, moving at a quick pace to start, making him moan out as his hands hold onto your thighs. Looking at him you pull him into a kiss, free hand tangling into his hair.

Your lips move in sync, licking at his bottom lip as a request to explore his mouth, tongues dancing together passionately. San whimpers against your lips as the kiss deepens feeling the knot in his stomach tightening. 

“Please.. feels so good.. ‘m close..” He mumbles as his face falls to your chest, kissing the skin softly as he pants against you, tickling you slightly. You run your fingers through his hair gently as you hum, making San nip at your skin when he feels the vibration from your chest. 

“You gonna make a mess all over my hand, pretty boy?” You say to him as you start moving your hand faster, pulling a high pitched whine from San as he looks up at you trying his best to keep his eyes from rolling back as he pants.

“Let me? Please, I wanna cum..” He practically begs, as his heart pounds against his chest. He doesn’t think he can last if you tell him no, but he’ll try his best for you if you tell him he must wait.

“Cum for me, pretty boy.” You whisper against his ear, pressing a kiss to his temple as he lets out a small whimper, warm cum spilling all over your hand as you don’t slow down. He whines a bit louder as you continue, overstimulation hitting him faster than he thought it would. You coo as his hips try to pull away from your touch, wanting more but unsure if he can take it. 

You stand up slightly as you hum softly to yourself, lining his cock up with your entrance. Slowly, you sink down his full length pulling the loudest moan from San so far. You moan softly in his ear from how well he’s feeling you up. You put two fingers in front of his face, gently tapping his lips before he takes them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your fingers as he sucks on them for a moment before you remove them from his mouth.

You begin to slowly rock your hips against his, moans leaving his lips as if his life depends on it. You drop your head down to the crook of his neck, leaving more hickeys all over his neck to match the ones on his chest as your hips start moving a bit faster adding a bit of a bounce. San shakily moves his hand from your thigh using two fingers to start rubbing tight circles against your clit, making a loud moan escape your lips. He can’t fight back the smile as if your moan was a reward just for him.

You pull back from his neck, looking over his face once before crashing your lips to his again, nipping at his bottom lip a bit harshly. The two of you hold onto each other tightly as you start moving your hips quicker, bouncing harshly in his lap as his head falls back, both of you panting as his fingers start to move faster. You wipe what little mess is left on your hand onto your thigh before pulling at his hair again, the coil in your stomach starting to tighten as San looks up at you.

Your grip on Sans hair tightens as your walls clench around him, hips slightly stilling as you feel waves of pleasure washing over you but the feeling of you stopping makes San become desperate as he starts thrusting his hips up into you as best as he can. You moan into his ear as his hands hold onto your hips tightly, chasing the feeling of his second orgasm while looking up at you as he fucks up into you.

Sans hips stutter as he moans out your name, grip getting even tighter as he cums inside of you. You both try to catch your breath for a moment before you look down at him, hand cupping his cheek making him push into your touch with a small smile.

“Was I a good boy for you?”

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RAAAAHHHHHHHH 🦅🦅 THANK YOU I LOVE IT

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GUYS I have a smutty prompt that I NEEEDDD to read in a fic. I would write it but I’m writing other stuff. So if anyone could take my prompt into consideration that would be nice and plz tag me.

Prompt:

You’re at a party with San teasing him mercilessly until he drags you to the rest room and begs you to touch him. He’s so needy and desperate he can’t leave the bathroom and let everyone see how hard he was

:((

Obviously this will be a sub!San fic but that’s all I have to say take creative liberty for the rest 🤞🏻🎀

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Still no fics… I fear I won’t make it

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Please remember your favorite writers are attention whores with a praise kink, they need validation to survive. Feed them comments and reblogs to save a life.

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I fear this is true

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Our Dirty Little Secret

Part 2 to my fic Dirty Little Secret, check out part 1 is you haven’t already. Thank you for reading <3

☆Genre: Smut 18+ MDNI

☆Pairing: sex worker!Mingi x fem!reader

☆Word Count: 6.9k

☆Warnings: Mingi is a bit submissive in this, unprotected sex, recording while having sex, praise, sending nudes, hand job, fwb, mention of porn (lmk if I missed anything)

☆Summary: After finding out about your best friend Mingi’s secret porn account, you grew to accept his decision in his line of work. You actually start to feel very curious about it yourself, and Mingi is more than happy to fulfill your curiosity.

☆a/n: This took so long and I don’t really like it that much but I hope you do lol :,)

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You throw your head back laughing, holding your stomach after your friend said something to make you laugh. You were sitting in a small cafe, matcha in hand, while you chatted with your friend from work. 

“I’m serious, it fell and spilled all over me,” he says, taking a sip of his latte.

“San, you’re such a clutz. How many times has that happened now?”

“Three,” he says quietly, and you laugh harder. 

”Is Mingi coming or what?” San says, rolling his eyes at you.

"Yes, I’m sure he is.”

You hear a ping come from your phone; oh, that must be Mingi. You pick it up and open the message without a second thought, not realizing it was an image he sent.

Loser (Mingi): Should I post this? :))

(attached image)

You choke on your drink, staring at the photo of Mingi holding his hard dick in his hand. San looked at you confused, and you try to compose yourself, trying not to act like a fool in front of your coworker.

“What?” He asks.

“Um… he’s uh stuck in traffic.”

"Bro, you scared me; you’re acting like you saw something you shouldn’t have.”

You felt your ears heat up. Damn Mingi, he did this on purpose. Ever since that night at his house, he started to send you nude videos and pictures of himself; you loved it at first. But then he started doing it to tease you, sending stuff when you were at work or in times when he knew you couldn’t be alone to touch yourself. He’s a menace, that damn Mingi.

You set your drink down to text Mingi back. 

You: WHAT THE HECK?!? 

Loser (Mingi): what? 

You: YOU KNOW IM WITH SAN RIGHT NOW, YOU CANT JUST RANDOMLY SEND ME YOUR DICK LIKE THAT!!

Loser (Mingi): Aww, you don’t like my dick anymore? :(

You internally palm your forehead. In this moment, you thank whatever god there is that you can pull off a pretty good poker face. You glance at San before looking back at your phone, thumbs dancing against the keyboard as you typed back at Mingi.

You: Shut up, where are you? Me and San are waiting.

Loser (Mingi): I’m coming. I’m coming. No need to get your panties in a twist.

You roll your eyes, setting your phone down to look back at San, who was waiting patiently to have your attention back on him.

“He’s on his way,” you huff.

“Great. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

San smiles softly, showing off his dimples, and he takes another sip of his latte. You hear another ding from your phone, and you glance down at the screen in your lap.

Loser (Mingi): So you don’t like the photo? </3

You: Of course I like it. Now hurry up and get over here.

Mingi smiles down at the phone after reading your response. He turns off the car, stepping out and walking toward the door of the cafe. He can see you and San through the window; he was there the whole time watching. He just wanted to see your reaction to his teasing, that little prick. 

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You, San, and Mingi all caught up with each other, updating one another about your lives, telling stories, and cracking jokes. It was now getting darker, the sun started to set, and the cafe became emptier. You check the time on your phone before speaking.

"Oh, they’re going to close soon. We should probably head out.” 

San checks the time as well, looking down at his watch and letting out a sigh. He looked up, glancing at you and Mingi, who sat together in front of him. 

“Yeah, I should probably head home now. I have to study for my upcoming exam.” 

You all agree to end the night here, getting up out of your seats and picking up your trash. Mingi takes your empty cup and drapes your jacket over his shoulder. 

“That’s alright, man. Good luck on your exam.”

“Thanks Mingi.”

Mingi and San shake hands, patting each other back. You pull San in for a hug, and Mingi tries to ignore the small pang of jealousy he felt when he noticed San’s arms wrapping around your waist. 

"Bye, Sannie; see you next time.”

“Oh, did you need a ride back home?”

You pull away from the hug, and Mingi steps in, wrapping his arm over your shoulder. 

“It’s okay, I can take her.” 

San glances at the two of you, smiling softly. There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but he shrugged it off and waved goodbye.

“Alright, well, I’ll get going. Good night.”

You and Mingi both wish him a good night and watch him walk off. Once San was out of sight, you pulled yourself from Mingi’s hold. You look up at him with an annoyed face, causing Mingi to put his hands up in defense.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I told you to stop sending those things to me when I’m out in public.”

You playfully smack his chest, making Mingi chuckle quietly. You turn on your heels, walking out the cafe and toward Mingi’s car in the parking lot.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He follows behind you, catching up fairly easily due to his long legs. He beats you to the passenger seat, opening the car door for you. You huff, climbing in and sitting back with your arms crossed. Mingi couldn’t help the sly smirk plastered on his face as he walks around the car and climbs in the driver seat.

“Wipe that smug look off your face.”

“Or what?”

Mingi leans closer, glancing at your lips, then back at your eyes. He looked so pretty under the dim lighting. You fight every urge to smash your lips against his, but you didn’t give him that satisfactory. 

Instead, you turned your head, looking out the window. Mingi frowned a bit when you didn’t give him what he wanted. He turned the car on, faint music playing quietly in the background.

“Don’t give me that treatment. You loved the photo; I know you did.”

He drove out of the parking lot, and you watched the darkened trees pass by. You scoffed at his words, not bothering to look back at his face. Obviously you liked the photo; you couldn’t stop thinking about it the whole time you were out. You caught yourself staring at Mingi a little longer than you should have, admiring his pretty lips and hands (and all the things they can do to you). 

Your silence only makes Mingi smirk wider, already knowing what’s on your mind. He glanced at you for a second, then back on the road, one of his hands reached down to grip your thigh.

“Aw, don’t be mad at me, baby. I noticed how you were staring at me back at the cafe.”

Your body tensed, and the feeling of his large hand grabbing the flesh of your thigh made you feel a stir at the pit of your stomach. Of all days, why did you decide today was the day to wear a dress? He gripped your thigh, massaging it in his hand, running his fingers higher up under your dress.

“You look so pretty in this dress. It took every ounce in me not to rip it off and pound you in front of San.”

Images of Mingi’s words flashed in your head, causing your breath to grow more shallow. You subconsciously pressed your thighs together; that didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi. He let out a low chuckle, squeezing your thigh harder. God, you hated how easily he can rile you up. He knew exactly what he was doing; his ego was seriously too big for his own good. 

You take his hand and guide it back to the steering wheel. Mingi cocked his brow up, feeling a sense of amusement when you play hard to get.

“Two hands on the wheel, Mingi.” You teased.

“Fine, but later tonight I’ll have two hands on you.”

After a few minutes of shooting each other glances and bantering with a bit of flirting, you finally arrive at your place. You reach for your belongings, but Mingi already grabbed them for you, your jacket and purse in his hand as he steps out of the car. You rolled your eyes at him and watched as he ran around the car to open the door for you. 

“I’m perfectly capable of opening the door,” you snickered.

“Hey, let me be the gentleman I am.” 

“You just want pussy.” 

Mingi fights back a little; he wasn’t expecting you to say something so straightforward. He closed the door, feeling heat creep up on his cheeks. Thank God it was dark out so you couldn’t see him blush.

“That’s not...” he says quietly. 

He was brought back to his senses when you walked past him. There was a sly smirk on your face; shy Mingi was always so cute; you just don’t get to see it often. Mingi catches up to you when you stop at the front door, keys jingling as you turn the lock. 

You both step in, placing your belongings down and slipping off your shoes. Almost immediately, you felt Mingi’s hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a small yelp, smiling up at Mingi, who towered over your figure.

“Hey, let me breathe first. I just got home,” you chuckle.

“Can’t wait.”

He leans down to place kisses on your neck. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness, and you push him away slightly. He shoots you a small pout when you reject him, and you coo internally at his expression, reaching up to pinch his cheek. 

“Down boy,” you joke. 

Mingi reluctantly pulls his arms off you with a huff. He walks over to the couch and plops down on it, sulking like a puppy who just got scolded. You laugh at his behavior, walking to him and cupping his jaw.

“I’m going to go shower, then you can have all my attention.”

His head perks up at your words, and a smirk widens on his face. 

“Can I join?” 

“No Mingi. Just be good and wait okay.”

His body slumps at your words. A strange feeling crashed over him when you told him to be good; he had no choice but to give in. 

“Don’t keep me waiting too long then.” 

“I’ll be quick; don’t worry.”

You ruffle his hair before walking away, swaying your hips more than usual. Mingi watched you intently, admiring your figure. Once you were out of sight, he let out a sigh, falling back on the couch. 

“Damn tease,” he whispered to himself. 

He picked up his phone in an attempt to find some kind of entertainment. He opened the Twitter app and was immediately met with porn videos. He forgot to switch back to his regular account again; he really needed to get out of that habit. He looked through his DM's  and noticed an unopened message from the buyer of the video you helped Mingi film. He smiled at the message after reading it.

“This was hotttt😍 correct me if I’m wrong, but it looks like someone helped you film this?? If that’s the case, I think you should film more with them; I’m sure others would love to see it (I know I will).💋”

Film more with them? Mingi likes the sound of that. He’s always fantasized about recording you while you both fucked, maybe even posting it if you allowed it. But he was always too nervous to ask, afraid that might scare you away.

After a few minutes, you finally get out of the shower. When you walked back in the living room now wearing sleep shorts and a black spaghetti strap top, Mingi (unashamedly) checked you out. He couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his face when he saw you. 

“I’m back, did you miss me?”

“Yes, very much,” he says without taking his eyes off your hips. 

You walk past Mingi, sitting on the couch next to him while his eyes stayed glued to you the whole time. You kick your feet up on the couch, getting comfortable and trying to ignore Mingi’s hard gaze. You reach forward to grab the remote and turn the TV on. 

“You know you never answered my question from earlier,” Mingi said.

“What question?”

“If I should post the picture or not.”

You think back at the nude. Mingi sent you when you were out with San. You glared at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Oh my bad for not answering when you sent me a dick picture in public.” 

Mingi smiled, feeling pleased with himself. He leans back, hands resting behind his head.

“You’re not giving me feedback.”

You roll your eyes at him, fighting back a smile. God, you wanted to shove him down on the couch and sit on his face; that way he wouldn’t be able to give you that smug look. 

"Yes, post it. it’s really hot.” 

You turn back to the TV, scrolling through to pick something to watch. Mingi’s smirk widens; he looks down at you, admiring your pretty thighs. 

“Hot? Did it turn you on?”

He reached down, grazing the soft, supple skin. You allowed Mingi to touch you, still scrolling the TV and failing to find something to watch. You give up, setting the remote down and turning to Mingi. 

“What are you going to do if I say yes?”

He leans in closer, hiding his face in your neck as he takes in your scent. He always loved the smell of your body wash; it drove him crazy. He grazed his teeth against your earlobe, sucking it gently. 

“Whatever you want me to do,” he whispers. 

You giggle softly, pulling his face up to place a soft kiss on his lips. Ever since you and Mingi slept together that one night, you both have been thirsty for each other every second of the day. Don’t get it twisted, you were the same friends you were before… just friends that flirt...and  kiss... and fuck. (That’s normal though, right? Haha…)

You told yourself you wouldn’t think much of it and just go with the flow. You and Mingi both kind of agreed to do that. Neither of you wanted to possibly make each other uncomfortable, so you guys just let things happen without looking into it too deeply.

Mingi hummed in the kiss, moving his hand up to grip your waist. He pulls you closer, the kiss deepening and becoming more passionate. You push him away when you feel Mingi try to pull you on his lap, leaving him wanting more. His eyes flutter open, letting out a small sigh. 

“So how is your porn stuff going?”

You stay close to Mingi, resting your head on your hand while studying his features. Mingi leans back on the couch, though his hands never leave your body. He pushed his hair back, trying to control the rapid beating of his heart before speaking. 

“It’s pretty good. Honestly, I’ve been getting more recognition recently.”

“Oh yeah? That’s great.”

You gently nudge Mingi’s shoulder, proud to hear the good news. 

“I’m not surprised; your videos are so hot, and I’m not just saying that because I’m your friend.”

Mingi smirked at your words, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and playing with a lock of your hair. 

“Yeah? Which video have you been touching yourself too?”

You shoot him a playful glare, making Mingi laugh to himself.

“Don’t make me take back my compliment.” 

“I’m just messing with you. I hope you know your opinion is very valid to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. You fiddle with the necklace resting around Mingi’s neck before replying.

“I really like the video of you humping the pillow.”

Mingi bites his lip; the thought of you touching yourself to his videos makes his stomach churn. He honestly fantasizes about it a lot; he always comes the fastest when thinking about it. 

“Really? Well, I’ll make sure to film more of those.” 

You roll your eyes, leaning closer and resting your head on Mingi’s shoulder. He runs his fingers through your hair, pushing the strands behind your ear. 

“Do other people hit you up asking to “collaborate” or whatever? I don’t know what you call it.” 

Mingi chuckles, shaking his head.

“I mean, yeah, there are a few mutuals of mine who DM me. But I don’t like the thought of fucking just anyone. I don’t care if other people do it because it is for work, but I don’t know... I prefer to do it with people I care about. Like you.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words. A strange wave of relief courses through your body at his response. You decide to brush off the feeling, looking up at Mingi and poking his chest.

"Awww, you care about me.” 

“Of course I do you idiot.”

Mingi smiles, resting his cheek on top of your head. You hum, feeling a sense of warmth at his actions and mindlessly drawing shapes on his chest. Mingi suddenly remembered something he wanted to show you, then pulls away a bit as he speaks up.

“Oh, look at this message I got.” 

He pulls out his phone, showing you the message from the buyer. You smile, raising your brows while reading it. 

“Film more with me? What an interesting request.” 

"Yeah, right,” he chuckled nervously.

“I’m glad they liked it. I’ve watched the video myself, and it was so hot. Even though I’m the one in it, it’s hot knowing that you’re holding the camera.” 

He shoved his phone back in his pocket after you handed it to him. You weren’t going to lie; you have previously thought about what it would be like to be in one of Mingi’s videos. Of course you never mentioned it to him; you were just nervous. But the more you scrolled through Mingi’s and other people’s accounts, your curiosity grew stronger. Maybe this was a sign?

Mingi noticed the way you started to get lost in thought. He leaned down, curiously trying to meet your gaze. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

You snapped your attention back at Mingi. You stared into his brown eyes; in this moment, you decided to speak up. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? 

“Just thinking… I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

Mingi raised his brows, his eyes widening a bit. He shifted in his seat, moving his body to fully face yours.

“Wait really? Like, you want to film with me?” 

Mingi felt his heart racing in his chest, and you smiled at how excited he looked. If he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy right now. You nod your head, placing your hand on top of Mingi’s.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind. It sounds… fun.” 

Mingi breaks into a huge smile, pulling you in for a hug. You laugh at his reaction; he’s acting as if he won a prize. But to Mingi, that’s exactly what it felt like.

“Okay! When? Where? What do you want to do?”

“Mingi, calm.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. He shut his mouth in a closed lip smile, showing off his cute dimples. You couldn’t help yourself when you reached up to poke his cheek.

“We can do it whenever. Today even, if you don’t mind.”

"Oh, I don’t mind at all.”

You felt a strange wave of relief wash over your body. You didn’t notice how anxious you were feeling till you heard Mingi’s encouragement. He stands up off the couch, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You looked at him with a questioning expression, warily taking his hand in yours.

“What are you doing?”

He pulled you up off the couch, leading you through the house.

“We’re going to your room.”

He smiles wide, prancing through the hall and into your bedroom. You shake your head at him, finding his excitement endearing. He pushed the door open, leading you in and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

He looked up at you, eyes sparking with eagerness. You step in between his legs, running your hand through his hair. You feel Mingi wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Someone is eager,” you tease.

“You can’t blame me; do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about fucking you for content?”

You cock your head to the side, cupping his jaw and holding his face still. The act was weirdly dominant, Mingi likey. You raise a brow to give him a questioning glance. 

“Just for content?” 

Mingi’s breath hitched at your change of tone, his mouth opening and closing like a fish trying to find words. 

“Well, of course, not just for content. What I meant was... you know what I mean,” he whined. 

You giggle, leaning down to kiss his lips.

“I’m just messing with you, Mingi.”

He felt his heart swell at your soft touch. He couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes; you just looked so pretty. He wanted you to keep kissing him; he needed to taste more of your lips. 

“Alright, I think you’ve been waiting long enough. Let’s get started.” You chimed.

Mingi nods eagerly, smirking wide.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He pulls you down, causing you to let out a surprise squeal, then giggle as you settle yourself on his lap. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your arms around his neck as he smashes his lips on yours. You both kiss each other hungrily, his hands on your waist as you grip at his hair.

You hear him groan in the kiss when you pull at the strands; god, you loved that sound. You couldn’t help yourself when you did it again, only harder this time. Mingi let out a moan, the sound shooting straight to your core. 

You pulled his shirt, tugging the hem as a silent way of saying you wanted it off. Mingi chuckled at your actions, knowing exactly what you wanted. He pulled away for a second so he could pull his shirt off in one swift motion.

With no time to waste, he was back on you, pressing hot kisses down your neck. You let out a sigh, basking in the feeling of his lips, and guided your hands down his bare chest. He continued to lick and suck at your skin, making you let out small moans. 

“Baby, let’s lay down on the bed,” you breathed out.

Mingi nodded, reluctantly pulling himself off you and giving you one last kiss on the lips. Mingi moved up on the bed, and you followed closely behind. Crawling back on top of his body, smiling prettily down at him. His hands instinctively rest on your waist when you straddle him.

“Can I have your phone?”

“Yeah, yes,” he breathed out. 

Mingi pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. You grabbed it, leaning down to kiss his lips. He entangled his hand in your hair, moaning softly when you trailed kisses down his neck. You looked up at him through your lashes when you moved further down. You pressed warm kisses down his bare chest to his stomach, slowly licking back up. 

“Fuck, I need you so bad,” he moaned breathlessly. 

You chuckled, sitting up and pulling at the buckle of his pants. 

“You’ll have me, baby, don’t worry.” 

Mingi’s hands fumbled to help you unbuckle his pants. He pulls them down for you and throws them on the floor. You turn on his phone, opening the camera app. 

“Mmm, look at you,” you say.

Mingi lay there, breath-grown, labored, and dick hard in his boxers. You can see a slight wet patch on the front. Holy fuck, you were going to devour this man.

Mingi’s dick twitched in his boxer briefs when he saw you point the camera at him. He heard the ding on the phone, your eyes fixated on Mingi’s pretty body through the screen. You reached down, your finger lightly grazing the bulge in his underwear. Mingi’s hips buck up slightly, and shiver runs down his spine.

“Look at you, such a pretty boy.”

Your voice took a tone Mingi never really heard before. It was soft yet dark; he wanted to hear more. He chuckles softly at your words, feeling a wave of desire crash over him at your praise. You run your hand up his body, making sure everything was in frame. 

“I’m pretty?” Mingi asks in a dark, seductive tone. 

You nod, humming in agreement. You slowly trace your finger down his torso, almost as though you were teasing both Mingi and the viewer. You hook your finger on the waistband of his boxers, tugging it at an agonizingly slow pace. 

Mingi huffed at your teasing hands. He knew you were putting on a show for the video, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit impatient. You felt him squirm slightly and chuckled at his behavior.

“Needy aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Mingi says softly, with a hint of a whine. 

The sound shot straight to your core, turning the ache in your pants into a throb. God, you needed to hear Mingi whine; you needed to hear him beg. Finally, you pulled the underwear all the way down; his hard length springs up. You giggle softly, cooing at the sight. 

You don’t know what came over you, but you couldn’t help but want to tease Mingi. Although Mingi didn’t seem to mind much. His dick twitch at your condescending tone, making his face flush in embarrassment. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You grasp his length, letting a wad of spit fall down onto the tip. Slowly, you envelope his dick in your hand, pumping him up and down. Mingi moans softly, watching the way you held the phone close to your face as you recorded yourself jerking him off. The whole scene was so hot, Mingi couldn’t help but feel turned on by the thought of you recording him in such a vulnerable state.

The wet noises of your hand moving up and down on his dick filled the room. You moved your hand faster, watching Mingi’s expression this time. He was already looking at you, and you smiled at him. He whimpered when you locked eyes, his brows furrowing as a small pout threatened to grow on his lips. 

He reached down to grip your thigh, needing to feel you in any way he could. Subconsciously, Mingi started to slowly buck his hand up into your fist. You hum at the sight, biting your lip.

“You’re such a needy boy. You want more?”

“Yes,” Mingi whimpered.

“Yes what?” 

Mingi threw his head back against the pillow, shutting his eyes closed as he felt his face grow hot. He knew what you were asking from him, but he was too shy to say it. You gripped his length tighter, stopping the movement of your hand.

Mingi whimpers loudly at the pain, body jerking and dick twitching with pleasure. 

“Yes, what?” You asked again, this time in a darker tone.

“Yes please. Please, I need more,” he whined, covering his face in embarrassment. 

You smiled wide at him, loosening the grip on his cock and jerking him faster. 

“That’s a good boy.”

Mingi moans at your praise, hips bucking up faster than before and dick twitching excitedly. You watched, feeling slightly surprised by his reaction.

“Oh? Does the big boy like to get praised?”

“Yesss,” Mingi whines. 

He gripped your thigh harder, continuing to fuck up into your hand. It was all so embarrassing yet so hot to him. Having you toy with him while you recorded. He felt like he was under your control, and fuck he loved it more than he ever thought he would. 

“Thats right, baby, fuck my hand.”

You completely still the movement of your fist, encouraging Mingi to continue to thrust into your hand. He does just that, bouncing up and down on the bed as he fucked your fist. He continued to let out whimpers and whines, feeling both ashamed and aroused by how pathetic he looked. 

You hummed in delight, making sure you got the best angle of Mingi fucking himself. You moaned softly when you saw a drip of pre-cum ooze out the tip. You pulled your hand off, making Mingi whine desperately, his hips still fucking the air looking for friction. 

You giggle softly, watching the way his dick bounced pathetically. Your fingers find their way on his slit, pulling away and watching a string of pre-cum connect to your finger and his tip.

“So wet, baby.”

You move the camera closer to his length, showing off the pretty cum dripping down his cock.

“It’s all for you,” he says quietly. 

That was your breaking point. You needed Mingi; you couldn’t wait any longer. Your pussy throbbed so much, and you felt your slick stick to the fabric of your shorts. You stopped the recording, setting the phone on the mattress and leaning down to kiss Mingi. He pushed away slightly, looking at you confused.

“Why’d you stop recording?” He breathed out.

“I can’t take it. I need to fuck you, Mingi.”

Mingi whimpered, pulling you down by the nape of your neck to smash your lips together. Your tongues danced against each other, yours exploring his mouth as he lay limp and let you use him however you like.

“Oh god, yes, please do,” he whined. 

You chuckled, pulling away to rip your shirt off. Your beautiful breast was on display for Mingi; he was mesmerized by the sight. He reached up and squeezed them; you smiled at the way his large palms enveloped your breast. 

“You’re so sexy.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words. Mingi smiled up at you, finding your giggling cute. His hands roam down your body, sliding over your waist to your hips. You felt his large hands grip your ass through your shorts, making you bite your lip in anticipation.

“Take them off for me, Mingi.” 

Mingi smirks wide, wordlessly pulling your shorts off and down your legs. He moans softly at the sight of you; you had no underwear on, which left you completely naked sitting on top of Mingi.

"God, I need to be inside you, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”

You completely sit down on him, your warm, wet pussy pressed against the underside of his cock. Mingi furrows his brows and grips your hips tightly. You began to rock your hips back and forth, your wetness leaving a glistening trail on Mingi, and he moans softly.

"Why are you teasing me?” he whine. 

You giggle, enjoying the feeling of your swollen clit rubbing against the head of his cock. You couldn’t help but smile at him mischievously; your hands rested on his pecks, and you grabbed the flesh beneath your palms. 

“You just look so cute... whining for me,” you say breathlessly. 

Mingi pushes his head back against the pillow; he was so turned on he needed to feel you already. You glance at Mingi’s phone laying on the bed beside him. He followed your gaze and smirked; he knew exactly what you wanted. He picked it up, opened the camera app, and pressed record. 

You lifted your hips a bit, taking his hard length and aligning it with your sopping hole. Mingi watched through the phone, moaning loudly when you sunk down on his cock. Your hands rested on his stomach, clawing at the skin beneath. 

“Fuckkk,” he moans. 

You moan breathlessly, moving your hips up and down slowly. You already felt your legs start to tremble at the feeling of Mingi filling you up. 

“You fill me up perfectly, baby. Show them how pretty your dick looks sliding inside me.”

Mingi groans at your words, moving the camera closer to you pussy sucking up Mingi’s dick effortlessly. You kept a slow, steady pace; you were so wet you could hear the squelching noises coming from your pussy. Mingi bites his lip, pulling the camera away to show off your pretty body while grabbing your hip with his free hand. 

“Baby,” you said breathlessly.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

Mingi moans at your words, you didn’t have to tell him twice. He planted his feet flat on the bed and thrust up into you at a fast pace. You let out a yelp as intense pleasure coursed through your entire body. Skin slapping against skin as Mingi bucked up into your pussy, he was mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggled when coming contact to his pelvis. 

He held the phone in his hand tighter, groaning loudly as he fucked into you. You couldn’t help the high-pitched moans that escaped your lips; you were in pure ecstasy. And based on the way Mingi’s eyes were glued to your face, brows furrowing, and mouth agape, you could tell he felt the same way. 

“Fuck…so good. Your pussy is so good.”

You moan at his praise, looking down at the phone that was pointed toward you. You felt so vulnerable, and the thought that other people will be watching this video, jacking off to Mingi fucking you, drove you crazy. 

Mingi’s hips stopped when the burn in his abdomen became too much to bear and he panted heavily trying to catch his breath. You decided to give Mingi some time to rest and reached behind you. You planted your hands on Mingi’s thighs and lifted your knees up till your feet rested on the mattress.

“You did so good. I’m gonna fuck you now, okay, baby.”

Mingi whined when he watched you change positions and nodded eagerly. 

“Okay.” 

With the new position you put yourself in, your pussy was on full display for Mingi and the camera. You rocked your hips up and down, your tits bouncing with your movements. Mingi moans louder, watching intently at the way his dick disappeared in your hole. He was trying so hard not to drop the phone in his hand, wanting to capture this moment forever. 

With the new view, Mingi found himself getting closer to his release. Watching you bounce on his cock was just too intoxicating.

“I’m close, baby.”

“Just a little longer, okay? I’m almost there.”

Mingi’s hand gripped tightly to your thigh, sliding up till his thumb pressed against your clit. You whined at the feeling, legs trembling when he rubbed circles on the sensitive nub.

“Yes yes. Keep doing that, baby. Fuck, I’m close.”

“Cum on my cock, please. I need it.”

Your nails dug into Mingi’s thighs, legs almost giving out when you came on his dick. You clenched so hard around him as your hips stuttered. Mingi’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he tried with all his might not to cum inside. Now that's a good boy.

You pulled off him, his dick slipping out and hot streams of cum shot out to cover his stomach. You watched with a sly smirk, reaching down to jerk him off. 

“Fuck!”

Mingi’s body trembled from his intense orgasm, some even landing on his chest and neck. You giggle, and when you notice him coming down from his high, you slow the pace of your hand, not wanting to overstimulate him. You grab the phone from him (surprised he didn’t drop it at this point) and point the camera closer to his cum-covered body.

"Mmm, you see that. What a messy boy.” 

You both pant heavily. Mingi chuckled breathlessly at your words, looking down at his body. You stopped the recording, setting the phone down on the bed. You both smiled at each other, Mingi reaching up to cup your face. 

“Can’t wait to watch that later,” you smirk. 

Mingi rolls his eyes, laughing breathlessly. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss on your nose. You rested your elbows on either side of his head while staring into his pretty brown eyes.

“That was so fucking hot. I didn’t know I was the submissive type, but damn, we need to explore that more.” 

You laugh heartily, kissing Mingi’s cheek before speaking. 

"Yes, we do. I swear I almost started running laps whenever you begged for me.” 

“I folded when you called me a good boy.” 

You and Mingi couldn’t help the funny comments. Maybe it was weird that you were cracking jokes after getting dicked down by your best friend, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You pull away, sighing and looking down at the cum that smeared on your body. 

“Now I have to take another shower.”

Mingi laughs at your words, running his hands up and down your sides. He looks up at you with pleading eyes before asking in a hopeful tone.

“Can I join you this time?” 

You decide to throw him a bone, smiling down at him and nodding.

“Yes Mingi. Come on.”

Mingi exclaimed in excitement, picking you up effortlessly and taking you to the bathroom. You squeal when he throws you over his shoulder, and you smack the small of his back.

“Hey, warning next time you decide to manhandle me.”

“No time, must take you to the shower.”

“How do you still have this much energy after what we did?”

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“Ugh, dammit.” 

You lean back in your chair when you see the red letter pop up on your computer screen. 

‘You died’

“Why is this level so hard?” 

Your mumble to yourself. You hear your phone notification go off and light up next to your keyboard. You pick it up and smile to see a message from Mingi. 

Princess Mingi: HELLO!? LOOK AT HOW MANY LIKES OUR VIDEO HAS 

(attached image)

Your eyes bulge out of your head after seeing the screenshot Mingi sent you. 

You: 72k?!? WHAT??

Princess Mingi: This is literally my most liked video. People love you, they think you're hot and want to know if you have an account. 

You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride at the thought of people wanting to see more of you. Maybe you should dabble into this kind of work. You were pulled out of your thoughts when another ping rang from your phone. 

Princess Mingi: You should say fuck it and join the sex work community. I think you will do very well.

Princess Mingi: I’ll be your first subscriber ;)

You: I’ll block you before you can find my account 

Princess Mingi: Hey :( you wouldn’t do that to your good boy, would you? :(((

You: Yes.

You giggle to yourself after teasing Mingi. It was just so fun. He sent another message, and your giggles immediately die down when you see the image.

Princess Mingi: (attached image)

What about now? :)

You: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SENDING ME YOUR DICK

Princess Mingi: YOU SAID NOT TO DO IT WHEN YOURE IN PUBLIC. I KNOW YOURE NOT 

You: WELL NOW IM HORNY AND ALL ALONE

Mingi doesn’t reply back and you see the little ‘read’ text under your message. You furrow your brow in confusion, that bitch, leaving you on read. You set you phone down and turn your attention back to your game on the screen.

After a few minutes, Mingi never replied back. Thats weird. You decide to text him again, he never leaves you on read. 

You: Hey, are you alive?

You were surprised when you saw the three dots appear pretty quickly. 

Princess Mingi: I’m here. Open your door :)

You stare blankly at the phone screen, sitting there dumbfounded. You’re brought back to reality when you hear a honk outside your house. You peak through your window and see Mingi walking out the car and up to your front door. That little shit. 

You: No, stay outside and freeze. 

Princess Mingi: Please let me in :(

You: Why should I? 

Princess Mingi: So I can fuck you good again :) 

You dropped your phone and ran to the front door. Well, it was too cold for him to stay out there all alone. 

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You bite your lip while holding your phone in your hand. 

"Ugh, fuck it.” 

You posted your first nude photo; it was a simple mirror picture of you were in your underwear sitting on your bed topless. You throw your phone on the mattress, feeling nervous yet excited at the same time. You finally did it, you made your own Twitter account. 

After looking at the video you and Mingi recorded for his account, you decided to give in and give the people what they wanted. After a few minutes of pacing around, you pick up your phone to check if anyone has liked your photo yet. You already started getting some likes and a few comments.

You get a notification and press on it immediately. 

‘Sir Min started following you’

You smile to yourself when you read the notification. Of course, Mingi was the first to follow you. You had already told him you were doing it, but you didn’t take into account that he was waiting for you to make your first post this whole time. You get a DM from Mingi, smirking to yourself when reading it.

Sir Min: You look hot, baby. Can’t wait to fuck you more “for content” ;)

~

Tags: @chicksmoothie @wisejudgedragonhairdo @autieofthevalley @breadpuddingboys @pancake-freckle @nanicjj @yunhofingers @cherr-heekisses

[jjoongstar]

this is amazing!! the first scene got me giggling alr, he's such a menance. i love how they're so giggly and joking around, it made it look fun and enjoyable for them. this soft sub mingi is so adorable. also noticed how how the 'loser mingi' upgraded to 'princess ming'. hahhsjsksksk cuteee, i like this fic sm^

[xosannie]

teehee I’m glad someone noticed that :p and I’m very happy you enjoyed this <3 seeing all the praise really helps me boost my confidence to write more :3

[bro-atz]

what we do to boys who don't listen

in which: san's jealousy lands him in hot water with you.

pair: non-idol!san/afab!reader | (brat!san/brat tamer!reader)

word count: 4.6k

content: smut, established relationship, nicknames (sweetie, ma'am), brat + brat tamer kink, reader wears that pheromone perfume..., san is jealous and possessive (when is he not /j), light bdsm, edging, light slapping and spanking, some nipple play?, oral sex, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: not only is this part of a new series i decided to work on for absolutely no reason, but it's my half of yet another exchange fic i'm doing with @k-hotchoisan aka aubs! i hope u like this bbygorl <3 (yes my goal was to make the sylus brainrot worse! ilysm!) read aubs fic here!

brat series: san, yeosang, jongho what we do to boys series: san, mingi

You just knew that San was going to be annoying. He always was whenever the two of you went to these parties that your friends would invite you to. This night, however, he was being particularly annoying for absolutely no reason.

Maybe it had something to do with your perfume. You had seen the pheromone perfume going viral online, and you wanted to test it out that specific night since you got it in the mail earlier that day. You rolled it on your wrists and dabbed your neck before finishing up in the bathroom. You smoothed out your little black body-con dress and fixed the razor-thin straps on your shoulders.

"Sweetie, are you ready yet?" San popped his head into the bathroom just as you finished applying lip gloss. "We're late. We have to go."

"Yep. We can head out now," you nodded before brushing past him on your way out of the bathroom.

As you passed by him, San got a good whiff of your perfume, and his body immediately acted before his brain could even comprehend what just happened. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms quickly, your chest immediately pressing against his.

"Hey, where are you going so quickly?" San asked in a low voice, his hand wrapping around your waist.

"Sannie, you're the one who said we were late, right?" you asked him while booping his nose.

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean we can be a little more late," he murmured while slowly running his hands up and down your back. "Since we're already late..."

"San..."

"Besides, how can you expect me to want to go now after seeing you look like this...? After smelling how sweet you are...?"

A small, flirty smirk crossed his face. He hugged you a little more tightly before brushing stray strands of your hair out of your face. You were about to take him up on his offer until you saw his smirk turn into a smile. He was just messing with you... Probably.

"Come on, let's go," you laughed while slipping out of his hug and grabbing his wrist.

San pouted but let himself get dragged out of the apartment by you.

"Really, guys? I know being fashionably late is cool, but this is too much," the host of the party immediately stated the second the two of you walked through the door.

"Sorry, Hongjoong, but you know how traffic and everything is here," you apologized with a smile.

"Yeah, that and she took— Oof," San started to say something snarky but immediately got winded when you subtly elbowed him in the side.

"Well, at least you're here before midnight. We're going to pop the champagne any second now."

The two of you followed Hongjoong into the backyard and joined the gaggle of people lingering along the side while Hongjoong met your other friend in the middle of the circle. You were trying to focus on Hongjoong's little speech before he popped the bottle open, but you couldn't pay attention when you felt San's hand wrap around your waist slowly. He pressed his chest right up against your back and sighed softly while you, on the other hand, held your breath and put your hand over his to get him to let go.

"Nope. You're not going anywhere," San murmured to you.

He quickly moved his hand so that it was on top of yours and forcibly laced his fingers with yours, the sensation making heat prick at all the sensitive parts of your body. You were starting to regret wearing that perfume now— especially when he brought his head to the nook of your neck and bit down gently on your skin.

You were suddenly brought back to reality when you heard the champagne cork pop. You looked to the center to see Hongjoong shake the bottle and start to spray champagne on everyone. Immediately, a bunch of people— including you and San— ran back to the house before Hongjoong could get any of you.

The rest of the night proceeded pretty normally after that. It was a standard party that your friends threw— some drinks here and there, a nice spread of snacks, so on and so forth. You all were a bit older now, which meant you had to throw parties that were a little more sophisticated (apparently).

San was quite literally attached to you by the hip for the majority of that night. You tried to tell him to go mingle with some of his friends while you mingled with yours, but San did not like that idea in the slightest. It wasn't until Hongjoong showed up did you manage to sneak away, go talk to other people, and relax a little knowing that San wasn't going to grope your ass subtly but publicly.

As much as you loathed going to these parties, it was nice to catch up with your friends since all of you hadn't been able to meet up for so long.

"No, Yunho, you didn't," you gasped as your friend, Yunho, recanted one of his latest work stories to you.

"I did— I had to! She was getting on my nerves! The constant tapping and the nagging—"

"Still, you made her lose the sale! I can't believe you would do that!"

You laughed and slapped Yunho's arm lightly— although to you, it was more like slapping some sense into him.

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Yunho shrugged. Then, he patted you on the back while amending, "An employee's gotta do what an employee's gotta do."

"Uh-huh, sure," you rolled your eyes and responded with playful sarcasm.

"Wait, Y/N, you don't want a drink?" one of your other friends interjected after seeing that your hands were empty.

"No, I'm okay, Seonghwa—"

"Let me get you a drink, then."

Before Seonghwa could leave, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "No, really, it's okay! I just don't feel like drinking tonight."

"Ah, I get that," Seonghwa nodded and shifted back into his original place, a friendly arm going over your shoulder. "Although, it is weird to see you without a drink given that just a year ago, you were drinking everything in sight."

"Please! How can you expect me to not drink on my birthday!"

"You nearly got alcohol poisoning because you drank literally every single drink that was put into your hands!"

You laughed with your friends as they recanted stories from your birthday while you tried your hardest to place them but couldn't since you were blackout drunk that night. As you laughed with your friends, though, you felt someone come up from behind you. Had you not recognized his cologne, you definitely would've pushed him away.

"What's going on here?" San asked with a slight edge in his voice.

"We were just talking about Y/N's drinking habits," Yunho said with a sly grin and a little nudge to your arm.

"Is that so?"

You could hear the annoyance in San's voice, but apparently no one else could since they continued talking to him normally. Well, they were only one sentence in before San said, "Will you excuse us? I need to talk to my girlfriend about something."

The emphasis on the word "girlfriend" made you raise your eyebrow. Again, no one else thought much of it, but San's behavior was starting to irritate you slightly. Your irritation only grew when the man dragged you away and towards an empty hallway. He pushed you up against the wall aggressively and pinned you in place, a dark look in his eye.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked you in a hushed voice that reeked of jealousy.

"I'm talking to my friends, San," you made direct eye contact, refusing to back down. "Are you about to tell me that I'm not allowed to talk to my friends?"

"Talking to your friends is one thing, but when you flirt with them—"

"Who the hell said I was flirting with them?" you interrupted.

"You don't think I recognize flirting when I see it?" San's tone now edged towards maliciousness. "You didn't have to touch them so many times, sweetie."

You frowned. "So, what, slapping Yunho counts as flirting?"

"What about the way you grabbed Seonghwa's arm? Or the way that both of them were being super touchy with you?"

"What do you mean?"

San closed the gap between the two of you, his body pressing right against yours. He placed his large hand on your shoulder and whispered, "Seonghwa's hand on your shoulder, hmm?" His hand moved from your shoulder to your back— the same spot where Yunho patted your back. "Yunho's hand on your back?"

"You really think that counts as flirting?" You shrugged him off you. "Look, I get that you're upset, but can we do this at home?"

You tried to push past San, but he grabbed you again and pinned you against the wall, your back hitting it a little too hard this time around. You winced and glared at San.

"No, I want to talk about it now," he said, his voice incredibly low.

"You really want to ruin Hongjoong's party by arguing with me?"

"I'm not the one ruining it. You are."

"You've got some nerve, Choi San," you bit out. "Fine. Other than the familiar touching, what else would you constitute as flirting?"

"The way you were laughing at their jokes—"

"What jokes?" you interrupted him.

San's demeanor finally cracked slightly. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as he said, "The thing that Yunho was talking about..."

You pursed your lips. Truth be told, you were suppressing a laugh because you were about to prove your boyfriend wrong. You held his arm and said with toxic sweetness, "Then why don't we go ask Yunho to repeat his joke for you? I think you could use the laugh right now."

Dragging San back to the party, you returned to your spot. You forced San to stand next to you and waited for the conversation to get to a natural point where you could ask Yunho, "Hey, I was trying to explain your story to San, but I think I was telling it wrong. Could you repeat it for him, please?"

"Oh, sure!"

You watched San's face start to pale as Yunho explained how he sabotaged his annoying coworker's sale. As the rest of the group laughed at his story again, you could see that San could only muster a weak chuckle.

Wait, San, you aren't drinking?" Seonghwa noticed. "At least one of you should drink something, right?"

"No, that's okay. I'm driving tonight—"

"Nah, you can make Y/N drive. Let me get you a drink."

With that Seonghwa quickly left despite San's verbal protests. It wasn't until the man ran after him and dragged him back did Seonghwa stop trying to get San to drink. When the two of them rejoined the group, you could see that San knew he committed a grave mistake.

"Sweetie, I am so sorry," he whispered meekly into your ear. "Please forgive me."

You smiled sweetly at San, the man immediately flinching. He knew he was not forgiven just yet.

After all, to use an outdated phrase, you were the one who wore the pants in the relationship.

San immediately dropped to his knees the second the two of you entered the bedroom. He looked down at the ground remorsefully, his hands on his knees. You, meanwhile, stood before him, your legs shoulder-width apart as you held a black, leather riding crop in your hands. From first glance, it would look like you were using corporal punishment on an innocent man, but that definitely wasn't the case because this wasn't your first rodeo with him, and it most certainly would not be your last.

"Mind explaining your behavior to me?" you asked him while tucking the riding crop under his chin and bringing his head up so that he was forced to meet your gaze.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." San immediately apologized because he knew to not try and explain himself to you. He tried to use puppy-dog eyes on you, but there was no way in hell that was going to work on you.

You sighed loudly. Your lip curled slightly in disgust as you recalled the events earlier that night. "Even after all this time, you still don't trust me, San?"

"No, I do," you could hear San's voice start to get louder so he could prove his trust for you, but when you raised his eyebrow, he lowered his voice quickly. "I don't trust them."

"Why don't you trust our friends, San?"

San couldn't respond. With another frustrated sigh, you patted his cheek with a little bit of force from the riding crop, making him turn his head and look down.

"Tell me. Why don't you trust our friends?"

"Because you're so fucking hot, Y/N," San admitted, only to yelp when you slapped his thigh with the riding crop. "S-Sorry, I mean— Ma'am!"

"Is that really all, San?"

"Honestly, I don't know," San sounded like he was about to cry— not because of you, but because of how frustrated he was that he couldn't explain his feelings. "You were just so irresistible tonight, and just seeing them touch you like that made me so angry... I didn't want anyone else touching you."

You were about to lecture him until you realized that San was so hot and bothered not just because of the way you looked, but also because of the way you smelled thanks to the pheromone perfume. Still, he didn't need to know that.

"Alright. Up on the bed, Choi San," you instructed— and he knew that because you called him by his full name, you weren't done with him just yet.

Next thing he knew, San was completely naked and tied up with your favorite shibari rope, the rope making his chest pop out even more than it usually did, and his hands tied behind his back. He was pleasantly surprised when you decided to forego the crotch rope, but that was because you still felt a little bad that you technically were to blame for some of his irrational behavior that night— the key word being some. 

His back was pressed against the headboard, his back bent in a slightly uncomfortable position. The discomfort subsided when you straddled him and grabbed him by the rope so that he was pulled towards you.

"Tell me something, Sannie," you whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Will you do something like this again?"

"No, ma'am," he immediately responded.

"And why should I believe you?"

San remained silent, prompting you to move back and look at him. He opened his mouth and made a couple of empty noises— he didn't know how to respond.

"You said this the last time, too," you murmured while bringing your fingers to his lips. You tugged down gently on his lower lip and continued, "You said that you wouldn't act out like this in front of our friends the last time."

You slid two fingers into his mouth, the man immediately sucking. While his mock-innocent look asked you for mercy, the dark look in his eyes challenged you, and you knew for certain he was about to act out when his tongue started playing around with your fingers. You quickly pulled your fingers out, the man's tongue following as he dropped his jaw.

"Behave," you warned him sternly. "You know what we do to boys who don't listen."

Clamping his mouth shut, San nodded and waited patiently. He was being obedient, but for some reason, that irritated you further. So, you grabbed your riding crop and moved so that San's cock was in front of you rather than behind you. You trailed the tip of the riding crop along his length and teased the head of his cock. He quickly inhaled, and his body tensed up as soon as he felt the leather.

"I wonder," you couldn't help but think out loud as you continued to trail the riding crop over and around his dick. "Do you do these things on purpose?"

"What do you mean?" San asked, his voice trembling.

"Do you enjoy it when I do things like this with you? Because you only need to ask nicely if you want me to treat you like this."

"Well, where's the fun in that?" San asked quietly, but cheekily.

You nearly laughed at his response, but you bit it back forcefully, your jaw tensing. You slapped his thigh with the riding crop, the man's leg jerking upon impact. You were thinking about telling him off, but then, you decided that you wanted to take a different approach with him this time around.

"You know, you're right. Where is the fun in that?"

San looked at you with mild confusion, only for that confusion to turn into complete shock when you unzipped your black dress and pulled it off you slowly, revealing your sultry lace bra and panties. His cock firmed up even more at the sight of you, and he nervously gulped when you moved backwards even more so that you were crouched between his legs, your lips right above his cock.

Yet, you didn't take him into your mouth just yet. You blew cool air on the tip of his throbbing cock, making the man squirm slightly. Then, you ran your tongue from the base of his cock up slowly, your hand cupping and kneading his balls.

"F-Fuck," you heard San whisper when you began sucking on just the tip.

You could hear him suppressing his moans and little cries, exciting you further. On one hand, you did want to take your sweet time with the guy, but on the other hand, you desperately wanted to milk him dry— and based off his flushed face and tightly shut eyes, you didn't think he would last a second of you edging him— which only made you want to do just that.

He moaned loudly when you brought your head all the way down his length. He turned his head to the side and panted slowly, heavily as you took the entirety of his thick cock into your mouth, the tip nearly hitting the back of your throat. You could feel San shift his entire body as you sucked him off slowly, his impatience getting the better of him.

Knowing San, he definitely wanted to throat fuck you in that moment— to shove your head down on his cock over and over again roughly, so his impatience only entertained you more. You took him out of your mouth and stroked his cock, his eyes opening, his lips quivering.

"M-Ma'am... Please..." he whimpered.

"Please what?"

San let out a tiny sob at the fact that he couldn't gather the words he wanted to tell you, so you patted his thigh and said, "I'm sorry, Sannie. You need to use your words if you want something from me."

When he opened his mouth to speak, you formed a circle around his cock and slowly closed it as you moved your hand up, the circle then starting to close in on the head. You did that a couple more times, throughly enjoying the look of pain and pleasure on his face— pain from wanting to release, but pleasure from the way you were touching him.

You dug your elbow into the mattress and propped your head up as you stroked him a little faster, your finger occasionally running over the tip of his cock. San gasped for air when you quickened your pace. He bit his lower lip and pushed his head back so that it was pressing against the headboard with insane pressure. He was close, and you knew it.

That's when you let go. You saw San's eyes shoot open and widen as he realized that you, in fact, were not going to be that nice to him.

You straddled the man again, your ass rubbing against his cock as you did so. You heard him inhale sharply before he bit his lower lip to keep whatever complaints or noises he had to himself. He was watching you through half-lidded eyes, and he closed his eyes when you ran your hands along his chest, your fingers tugging on the shibari rope and giving him the tiniest bit of wiggle room.

Although you wanted to whisper naughty things into his ear and tease him, you couldn't help but focus on his chest. As you slowly rubbed your ass up and down on his cock, you brought your fingers to his nipples, the man immediately squirming and shutting his eyes. His breathing got heavier as you drew circles around his nipples with the tip of your fingernail, and he would let out the occasional whimper when you flicked or tugged on his nipple.

"Ma'am— Ma'am, please," San whined as he brought his head up, his eyes watery and his face flushed. "I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you. I don't think I can take this much longer..."

"Not yet," you immediately rejected him, making him slump backwards with a muffled sob.

Before he could whine or whimper more, you finally stopped playing with his nipples and moved closer to him, your chest pressing against his. You tilted his head so that he was facing you, and you pressed your lips against his. The man immediately dropped his mouth open and kissed you roughly. Even with his hands tied behind his back, he pushed himself up so he could kiss you with more intensity and desire.

However, he was getting ahead of himself. You held his face and gently sunk your teeth into his lower lip, making him moan into your mouth.

"What is with you today, San?" you asked him breathlessly as you pushed away from him, breaking off your kiss.

"I can't help it," he was near tears. "I want you so bad."

The look of desperation on his face was enough to break you. That, and the guilt of knowing that his insane horniness was brought to you by the super popular perfume. So, you untied him, but you untied him slowly because you knew that the second the restraints came loose, he was going to pounce on you.

Which he most definitely did.

He tossed the shibari rope aside and nearly tore your bra off you so he could immediately begin sucking your tits. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand and groped the curve of your waist with the other as his tongue swirled around and his teeth tugged on your nipple.

"San, you're being too rough!" you exclaimed when you felt his hold on your wrists get tighter.

San's head shot up, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm sorry," he apologized earnestly. "But, I can't help it. I'll be more gentle."

That was such a lie, and you knew it, but you knew he was going to at least try when he let go of your wrists. He moved his face to your neck and buried his nose in the nook of your neck, taking in more of your scent as his hips moved restlessly. Him doing all of that was him trying to be more patient and gentle, but that lasted a grand total of ten seconds.

San moved down so that he could grab the hem of your panties and pull them off you rapidly. As soon as the panties were off, he was pinning you on the mattress, and he was rubbing his cock along the folds of your cunt. The second he saw you exhale, he quickly stuffed you full with his cock, a loud cry leaving your lips.

"Sorry, sweetie," San whispered. "Did that hurt?"

"No, but you're still being really rough," you brought some edge back to your tone, trying to keep him in check.

Nodding, San did his best to move slowly. You sighed sensually when you felt him actually rut slowly, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls warming you up. As you wrapped your legs around his waist, you heard him grunt and try to keep his cool every time he rolled his waist into yours, which definitely entertained you more than you cared to admit.

To tease him, you arched your back and moaned. You felt his cock twitch and throb inside you, and when your eyes fluttered open, you looked up to see San's desperate, pleading face. He didn't need to say anything for you to know that he was begging you to let him go crazy. So, you cupped his face and kissed him rashly, giving him the go-ahead he needed.

As soon as you did it, you realized that you probably should not have, because whatever remaining control you had over San was completely gone. He grabbed your arms again but with one hand on each arm. He aggressively rammed his waist into yours repeatedly while pushing your entire body up slightly so that your lower back was no longer resting on the bed.

"F-Fuck, Sannie!" you cried as you felt his cock hit your cervix. "Just like that!"

Your eyes were fully shut, so you missed the smirk that crossed his face when he heard you say that. He was so delighted by your statement, in fact, that he let go of your arms to grab onto your waist tightly and fold you over even more so that he was essentially drilling into you.

You were moaning and crying loudly at that point while San fucked you into the bed relentlessly, the mattress springs working overtime. The bedroom filled with the sounds of your moans and cries along with San's groans and grunts. You could feel yourself slipping from reality, multi-colored stars filling your vision with every additional thrust.

San was honestly ready to cum ever since you sucked the tip of his fucking cock, but because you kept edging him, he was so close but not close enough. He needed just a little more.

When you came, you came hard, and you clenched and creamed around San's cock, giving him the little more that he needed to cum himself. So, after lowering both you and himself so that your back was fully pressing into the mattress once more and his chest was pressed against yours, San slammed his waist into yours, and he groaned loudly as he came hard. You felt his cock throb and spasm as he filled you up with his ropes of cum.

The two of you were panting heavily by the time San completely finished. He moved his head up so that he could lock eyes with you. You ran your fingers thorough his slightly sweaty hair, his hair getting pushed back in the process. Somehow, even after all that you both just did, he got shy, and he buried his face back into the nook of your neck— a terrible move on his part.

San let out a shuddering sigh before inhaling, your sweet scent sending him into yet another spiral of madness.

"I'm so sorry, sweeties," San apologized in a hushed tone.

"Why—" you cut yourself off the second you felt him get hard inside of you. "Sannie, wait—"

"I don't think I can," San grunted before pulling you on top of him. "Punish me later if you have to, but right now, I fucking need you."

Why the hell did you buy that perfume in the first place?

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[xosannie]

Hi! I’m new but I’ve been reading your works recently and HOLY they are very good! I especially love when you write subby ateez so I was wondering if I could request some sub seonghwa or wooyoung (or both if you feel inspired hehe) ideally with some mommy reader thrown in there? <33

Better Make This Quick

a/n:Your wish is my command 🫡 I think it’s about time I write about Wooyoung my beloved. (Sorry this took so long.)

Genre: smut 18+ MDNI

Pairing: sub!wooyoung x dom!reader (f)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: pwp, established relationship, mommy dom reader, quickie, choking, begging, finger sucking, praising, degrading, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), cumming inside (lmk if I missed anything) if you see typos no you don’t

Summary: Rewarding Wooyoung for his hard work. Hopefully you can do it in time without getting caught. (Coach Wooyoung feat. boxer San)

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“Another win in the bag,” Wooyoung grins.

He drops the duffle bag of money on the ground. You smirk at him, pulling him in for a hug. San stood beside you two. He was dirty and a little bloody. 

“My god San. I think you need to shower.” 

San giggled, pushing his sweaty hair back and out of his eyes. 

“Yeah I think I will.”

Wooyoung pats San on the back. They just came back from another boxing match, and of course San wins yet another one. You were waiting at their shared apartment since you were too busy with work to attend the match. But when you go out you promised Wooyoung you’d wait for him at his home. 

After nudging San’s shoulder playfully, he excuses himself and leaves to the restroom. It was just you and Wooyoung now. Wooyoung walks over to the couch and plops down on the cushion. He let out a long sigh, resting his head back. He pulls his sunglasses off his head to run his fingers through his dark locks. You smile endearingly at Wooyoung, walking over to straddle his lap.

“Aw baby you look exhausted. I know how stressful this match was for you two.”

“Yeah, we knew this opponent was gonna be difficult. We had to put all our focus on this match, it was draining for both of us.”

“Well you did it. Besides, San couldn’t do it without you.”

Wooyoung smiles at your words, his hands comes to rest on your waist. Poor baby, he looked so tired. You eyes examine him sitting back on the couch. His hair was slicked back in such a sexy way, and the way his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to see the skin of his tan chest. He looked intoxicating. 

You trace your finger up his bare chest, coming up to the thick chain around his neck. You hooked your finger on the chain and pull him in. He gasped slightly at your sudden, forceful action. But his shocked face was immediately changed into a sly smirk.

“Poor baby was so stressed. Maybe he needs a reward for doing a good job.”

You voice dropped in a lower tone. The sound of your voice makes him excited, he knew where this was going. He glanced at your lips, nodding wordlessly at your remark. He wrapped him arms around your waist, pulling you closer on his lap. 

“I do need a reward.”

“What’s the magic word?”

You cup his jaw, pulling him in closer. He grinned at the way you were being a bit aggressive and he began to grip onto your shirt. Already feeling a sense of need whenever you spoke to him in that dominant tone.

“Please mommy.”

Your eyes darkened at his words, and large grin spread on your face. You feel a shock of desire course through you and land in between your legs. Fuck you needed Wooyoung right now.

Your hand snakes down and wraps around his neck, you push him back against the couch and lean in. He gasped at your actions and already felt a stir in his pants. He loved when you were aggressive, when you treated him like a toy for your own amusement. He needed that right now, needed to be your plaything. 

His hands reached up to grasp your wrist and his eyes fill with desire. He felt a shiver run down his spine when you shifted your head to nibble at his earlobe.

“Better make this quick then. We don’t want San to walk in on us do we?”

Wooyoung whimpered at your words. The thought of getting caught making his body fuel with need. He shook his head no and you giggle when you take note of his shallow breathing.

You didn’t fail to notice his bulge growing underneath you. It was hard to ignore it when it pressed against your thigh, so cute how easily he got needy for you. You began to apply pressure on the sides of his throat while whispering seductively in his ear. 

“Better keep quiet too baby. Unless you want San to hear how much of a pathetic boy you are for mommy.”

Wooyoung gasped when your grip tightened around his neck, his head clouded With submission and his dick twitched in his pants. He lets out a moan, you words sending shocks straight to his cock. He shook his head no with a small pout on his lips. 

“I’ll be good mommy I swear. I can be quiet.”

You chuckle and release your grip on Wooyoung’s neck. Your hand snakes down between your bodies and unbuckles the belt around his waist. Wooyoung was already panting, he looked down and tried to help you with his pants but his hands were trembling too much. You coo at the sight and gently push his hands away. You managed to get his pants unbuttoned and pull his already hard dick out. 

It was so beautiful, the tip leaking while it pulsed in your hand. Pretty veins running down the sides, oh how badly you wanted to run your tongue along it. Gotta save that for another time though. Right now you were in a time crunch, and you had to be quick if you wanted to finish before San got out the shower.

“Such a pretty cock. All hard and ready for me.”

Wooyoung whimpers softly at your words, he gripped at your hips and tugged at the waistband of your shorts. 

“Please mommy I need you.”

You chuckle, leaning in to kiss his lips. Wooyoung was quick to kiss back, reaching up to cup your cheek. How could you say no to that.

“Don’t worry my beloved, I’ll give you what you need. You deserve it after all.”

You start to pull off your shorts taking one leg out the leg hole and letting you shorts dangle around your ankle. You grasp the base of his cock and gesture down toward it with your head. 

“Spit on it,” you commanded. 

Without hesitation, Wooyoung did as he told. He spit onto his cock and you smile at him, leaning down closer and spitting on it as well. That was so hot to Wooyoung. You began to stroke his dick, lathering your combined spit on him as lubricant. 

You adjust so you can hover over him and sank down on his cock. Wooyoung’s mouth flew open but you covered his mouth with your palm before any sounds could escape.

“Remember… stay quiet,” you say breathlessly.

You were also trying to remind yourself. Wooyoung filled you up just perfectly, you never got over the feeling of him sliding inside for the first time. You began to rock your hips up and down, Wooyoung gripped onto your hips helping you bounce on his cock. His brows furrowed as he struggles to keep his moans in. 

Wooyoung nodded at your words, you move your palm to prod your fingers against his lips. Wooyoung knew what you wanted, and he was happy to oblige. His lips parted then wrapped around your digits. He began to messily suck on them, bobbing his head slightly as drool rand down your fingers and palm. 

You groan quietly at the sight, your other hand resting on his shoulder for support. All of this was so exciting, you both could still hear the faint sound of the shower streaming down and hitting the bath floor. You knew you had to be quick, and the thought alone made you both more turned on then ever. 

“Yes good boy. You feel so good inside me.”

Wooyoung whimpers around your fingers and you pulled them out. His eyes were pooling with desperation and submission. He pulls your closer so he could kiss your lips. 

“Thank you mommy…mmm fuck me so good.”

The words coming out of his mouth only turned you on even more. You felt him tugging and clawing at your shirt, typically that meant he wanted you closer. He wanted to feel your bodies pressed together, so that’s what you did. You leaned in closer so your  chest pressed flush against each other and Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your torso. He hid his face in the crook of your neck and you cradled the back of his head.

You bite your lip trying to hold back your own moans. You hear Wooyoung quietly whimper in your ear and it makes your heart (and pussy) throb. You guys were pressed so close together that your clit rubbed against his pelvis every time you grind down on his dick. 

“Fuck… so good…” Wooyoung whimpered.

You raked your fingers in his hair on the back of his head and tugged at the strands. You pulled his head back making his gasp harshly. You watch his expression intently, loving the way his mouth flew agape as silent moans got stuck in his throat.

“Yeah? You like when mommy fucks you like this?” 

Wooyoung had to bring his own hand up to his mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to escape. He nodded eagerly and he started to subconsciously buck up into you which only caused more pleasure for you two. You felt Wooyoung throb inside you and by the way his eyes rolled in the back of his head you knew he was close. 

“Keep… fucking me please… please mommy.”

Your head perked when you heard the sounds of the water hitting the shower floor cease. Shit, San was done showering. You bounced faster on Wooyoung’s dick, and the thought of San walking in on you two like this brought you close to release.

“Cum for me Wooyoung….fuck before San sees us.”

Wooyoung whimpered, he leaned forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder and he held onto tightly to you. His hands reached down to grab a fist full of your ass and he guided you on his cock. 

“I’m cumming,” he whispered in your ear. 

And with that you both came together, you bit onto Wooyoung’s shoulder to silence your moans when you felt him fill you up with cum. Wooyoung grunted, letting out choked moans when you tightened around his cock. You continued to roll your hips, the sounds of Wooyoung sliding in and out of you was music to your ears.

Once you both calmed down from your highs you wasted no time to hop off Wooyoung’s cock and pull your shorts back on. Wooyoung adjusted his clothes, buckling his belt and he leaned back against the couch. He threw an arm over your shoulder, trying to remain as casual as possible.

You both heard the bathroom door open and light footsteps made their way down the hall. You grabbed a nearby blanket and leaned against Wooyoung’s body to appear as though you were both innocently cuddling the whole time. 

San walked in the living room, a towel draped around his waist and his hands on his hips. He had a soft smile on his face as he looked at both you and Wooyoung. 

“I say we get food to celebrate my win,” he chimes softly. 

You and Wooyoung both turn to San and smile back. You tried to ignore the feeling of Wooyoung’s cum oozing out your hole and onto your shorts. But you subconsciously shut your thighs tightly together, scared that the cum would drip down your leg. You felt Wooyoung’s shoulders bounce as he chuckled at San. 

“Okay we’ll get food. Just go get dressed, what did I say about walking around is just a towel?”

You giggled softly when you felt Wooyoung’s hand cover your eyes, obstructing your vision. San laughs as well walking out the living room and to his own bedroom. 

“Okay okay I’m going!” He exclaims back. 

Once you both heard his bedroom door close you were quick to hop back on Wooyoung’s lap. You smash your lips on his causing him to let out a surprised sound. Wooyoung chuckled in the kiss and wrapped his arms around you. 

“You’re dangerous…gonna get me in trouble one day,” he muttered against your lips. 

“Come on you liked it… you came so fast.”

Wooyoung smirked, well he couldn’t argue with that. You both kissed for a moment before you pulled away to stare at Wooyoung. He cupped your cheek, keeping you close and pressing a soft kiss on your nose. 

“Thank you baby, for everything.”

“You don’t need to thank me Woo.”

 He smiled at you, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Yes I do, you take care of me so well.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and placed another quick, soft kiss on his lips.

“You’re my baby. It’s my job to take care of you.”

You wanted to stay like this, admiring each other while while staying in Wooyoung’s arms. But the wholesome moment was ruined when you felt the fabric of your shorts stick to your folds with Wooyoung’s cum. You glanced down then back up at Wooyoung. 

“Sorry to ruin the moment but I have cum dripping out my pussy. I need to shower.”

Wooyoung let out a hearty laugh, pulling you in closer and kissing your cheek. The smirk on his face never faded when he looked down your body. 

“You know if I could I would be licking all my cum off your pretty cunt.”

You scoff at his words, trying to ignore the way you core throbbed with arousal at the thought. You lightly smacked Wooyoung on the chest and pulled yourself off his lap.

“Aye, keep your dirty word’s to yourself.”

Wooyoung held onto you hips while you stood up, not wanting to let go of you just yet. He looked up at you with desire filled eyes and you could tell he was still horny.

“Why? Do they turn you on?”

You roll your eyes at Wooyoung and look down at him with a warning glance. You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back while you leaned in to kiss his forehead.

“I would never tell. Now let go of me so I can shower.”

Wooyoung pouts softly then reluctantly lets his hands fall to his lap. You found his pouty face incredibly cute and cupped his jaw to kiss his lips. His pout immediately changed to a smile when he felt your soft kiss. 

“If you behave we can go for a round two when we’re alone.”

Wooyoung’s head perks up like a puppy wanting a treat and he nodded eagerly.

“Okay! I’ll behave.”

You smile at Wooyoung, ruffling his hair before walking off. Wooyoung watched you the whole time, a sly smirk on his face while you disappeared in the hall. 

Right when you walk into the bathroom San walks out his room. He walked to the living room now fully dressed, unaware of everything that happened while he was gone.

“We’re still getting food right?”

~

[xosannie]

GUYS I have a smutty prompt that I NEEEDDD to read in a fic. I would write it but I’m writing other stuff. So if anyone could take my prompt into consideration that would be nice and plz tag me.

Prompt:

You’re at a party with San teasing him mercilessly until he drags you to the rest room and begs you to touch him. He’s so needy and desperate he can’t leave the bathroom and let everyone see how hard he was

:((

Obviously this will be a sub!San fic but that’s all I have to say take creative liberty for the rest 🤞🏻🎀

[bro-atz]

sore all over

in which: san hates seeing you miserable during your period, and he wants to help any way he can.

pair: san/afab!reader

word count: 2.2k

content: smut, pwp, nicknames (baby), established relationship, lowkey kinda self-indulgent shhh, period sex, safe sex, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: thank you @k-hotchoisan @ja3hwa @temptaetions @flurrys-creativity @mercif4l for the input (and the validation i lowkey needed to write this lol)

Not going to lie, San was a little worried when you didn't get out of bed all day. Well, you technically did get up to drag yourself to the bathroom every so often, but then you immediately went back to bed. He knew that you were in a lot of pain because of your period, but he didn't realize that you were going to be completely out of commission that day.

Usually, your periods didn't hit you that hard, but this time around, it was like you were being stabbed in the uterus over and over again. Your entire body was aching like there was no tomorrow, and you truly thought it was going to be over for you because no matter what you did, you were in a world of pain. Hot packs didn't help, painkillers didn't help— nothing was working to alleviate your pain. So, you just curled yourself up into a ball and hugged a pillow to your body while burying your face in the pillow.

"Baby?" San asked as he approached you on the bed slowly from behind you. "Are you okay?"

"No," you mumbled into the pillow. "I wanna die."

"Don't say things like that, baby," San said with a frown.

"How about I kick you in the balls, then you talk?" you couldn't help but retort. "You would wanna die, too, wouldn't you?"

San shivered at the thought of anything hurting his crotch. He shook his head to keep himself from derailing from his original thought and said, "Well, I'm here to help you, baby. Can I do anything else to help you?"

You tried turning to face him, but your back was so sore that it hurt when you moved even a millimeter. Still laying on your side, you grunted in slight pain as you pulled your shirt up slightly and asked, "Can you massage my back for me please? My lower back?"

"Of course I can," San replied.

San knelt on the bed, his knees on either side of you at first as he waited for something, although you had no idea what until he spoke again.

"Shouldn't you lay on your stomach for me to massage your back, baby?"

You huffed in frustration, but before you could even contemplate turning, San said, "Never mind. Don't move— I think I can still massage you well from the side."

"You sure?"

"Yes, baby," San said as he left a light kiss on your temple. "I want you to feel comfortable."

San ended up lying on the bed right behind you, his warm hands resting on the small of your back. He pressed his thumbs into the dimples on your back, and you groaned. It was still painful, but the pressure from his thumbs did alleviate some of the pain, so it was worth the momentary suffering.

Every time San pressed his fingers into your back, you groaned and sighed, the massage actually working better than the hot pack did. You found yourself pushing your body towards his magic touch, sighs of pleasure tumbling out of your mouth as his massage continued.

What you didn't realize, though, was that San was getting harder with every passing second because your moans were incredibly sensual. He knew that you were in pain and suffering because of your period, but he so badly wanted to fuck you in that moment because you sounded so fucking sexy to him with your constant moaning and groaning.

Now that the dull, throbbing pain in your back was slightly relieved, you felt your breasts get more sore. You dropped the pillow you were hugging to the floor and tried to massage your own breasts, but your hands were too weak to get the same level of pressure that San was using on your back. So, you asked, "Can you... Can you also massage my breasts, please?"

"Of course, baby. Whatever you want," San murmured.

San's hands slithered up your shirt, his palms resting flat on your ribs, his fingers brushing your underboob. As he hugged you from behind, he pulled you closer to him, your back flush against his chest. He then gripped your breasts gently, his fingers pressing into your sore breasts and starting to massage them. However, when you moaned in slight frustration, he immediately used more power and gripped your breasts tightly. As he did so, his fingers brushed past your nipples, making you moan loudly and erotically as hell. Embarrassed, you covered your mouth, your face heating up.

"That was so cute, baby," San teased as he buried his face in your hair. "Can you make that noise again for me? Please?"

"N-No. Shut up," you rejected.

Despite you rejecting him, San was determined to make you moan like that again.

"S-Sannie," you moaned when his fingers started pinching your nipples. "I-I'm really sensitive right now, baby..."

"Do you want me to stop, then?" he asked you, his breath tickling your neck and his low voice tickling your brain.

"God, no... Don't stop..."

San chuckled. He pinched the slightest bit harder before tugging on your nipple. You arched your back and sighed sensually as he continued to tug. You reached back for his head and ran your fingers through his hair. You gripped the roots of his hair and tugged his head back slightly whenever he rubbed your nipples in his fingers.

Your eyes began fluttering the more he massaged, and you completely closed your eyes when you felt him begin to leave small little kisses in the nook of your neck. You were thoroughly enjoying his massage and got sucked into your own little world of pleasure, only for your eyes to fly wide open when he pressed his pelvis into your ass.

"Sannie, you're turned on right now?" you couldn't help but giggle as you asked.

You managed to reach back and cup his clothed hard-on in your hand, the man moaning slightly as you did so. His breathing hitched as he replied, "How can I not be when I'm touching you like this... And while you're moaning like that...?"

Finally, thanks to his hard work, your soreness was relieved just enough for you to turn in his arms. You palmed his cock over his pants and whispered, "How about I help you with this, then? It's my turn to help you, after all."

"Actually," San said slowly before gulping nervously. "I think there's a way we can help each other out, baby..."

"What do you mean?"

You were honestly left completely shocked when San suddenly got up from the bed and disappeared from your bedroom. However, moments later, San returned with a couple of towels and a condom.

"Do you think you can get off the bed for a second, baby?" San asked you.

"W-What— You can't be serious right now, San," you said in disbelief, your eyes wide.

"I read online that having sex on your period should help with your cramps," he explained to you.

"But— Won't the blood freak you out?" you questioned.

"It's a natural thing, baby. Why would I be freaked out?"

"It'll get all over you, and it'll stain the bed sheets! Also, it's dirty—"

"That's what the condom and towels are for," he interrupted you. "Don't worry, baby. We don't have to if you don't want to, but I think we could at least try it out."

Honestly, you had read the same information online about the benefits of having sex on your period, and it did cross your mind to ask your boyfriend to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, but you didn't think he would be open to having sex when you were bleeding; so him being so willing to have sex with you on your period without you even asking kind of freaked you out a bit, and you would've probably pushed back a little harder had it not been for your hormones turning you on earlier when he was massaging your breasts.

You agreed, and San immediately set up the bed. He laid the towels down on the bed and removed the comforter and pillows to make sure they wouldn't accidentally get stained. He had you strip down to nothing before having you lay down on the bed.

As you laid on the towels, you were already worried about bleeding onto them, and you couldn't help but fidget. Noticing the slightly stressed look on your face, San quickly removed his own clothes and rolled the condom on his twitching, hard cock before straddling you. His fingers held your chin gently, forcing you to look at him as he lowered his body onto yours.

"Baby, don't think about it as blood. Think of it as lube, only red," he said calmly. "And if you're so worried about the color, then just close your eyes, okay?"

With a soft exhale, you nodded. Your eyes fluttered shut as San got closer to you, his lips meeting yours. He kissed you softly and slowly, your mind melting as his kisses got more sensual. You didn't have a single care or worry with the way San was kissing you in that moment, and you were so out of touch from everything else that you didn't realize he was rubbing the tip of his cock along your cunt.

San pushed his cock into you slowly but easily, his cock filling you up. You moaned against his lips, your hands clutching the towels underneath you as you started unintentionally getting nervous again. As a result, you couldn't help but clench your cunt, and of course, San felt your nervousness.

"Baby," San interrupted your chain of kisses with a soft sigh. "Relax..."

His hands reached for your arms. He brought them up and laced his fingers with yours. He kissed you again, and when he felt your cunt finally relax, he started moving. His waist rolled into yours slowly, and the dull pain you felt earlier started melting away thanks to the friction from his cock. You couldn't help but sigh with relief the more he moved in and out of you.

"You feeling better, baby?" San asked you, his forehead pressing against yours.

"A little bit, yeah," you admitted softly.

"Then, can I move a little faster?"

San lifted his face so he could look into your eyes. You opened your eyes and nodded before closing your eyes again— technically, San was blocking your line of sight, but you were still worried that you were going to see red, so you closed them again. San buried his face in the nook of your neck, his breath hitting your collarbone. He started rutting into you a little faster, making you sharply inhale and moan while exhaling.

The wet sound of his waist meeting yours repetitively was honestly freaking you out a little bit. No matter how you tried to think about it, you knew that the wet sound was not your arousal or lube, but before you could spiral thinking about it, San moved his lips to your ear, and he started whispering sweet nothings into your ear, drowning out the sound of him fucking you.

Your entire body started shifting along the towels as San not only sped up but started thrusting harder. He let go of your hands to hook his arms under your legs, pushing them upwards, easing the strain on your lower back as he quite literally bent you in half. You could hear him grunting and moaning softly in your ear with every thrust; you could tell he was close, and honestly, you didn't realize you were as well until he grabbed your breasts again.

San intentionally rubbed his fingers against your nipples, the pleasure from how sore they were building rapidly within you. It was when San rammed his hips into yours as hard as he could, hitting your cervix with the tip of his cock, did you cum. You moaned loudly and pushed your head back while arching your back as you came, San's cock still buried inside you.

As you came, you clenched your cunt tightly, giving San's cock the right amount of pressure for him to cum as well. He moved up so he could hold your waist tightly and thrust a couple more times into your cunt. He groaned and sighed, meeting your same decibel as he filled the condom he had on his cock with his seed. Hs cock twitched and throbbed inside you as he finished, and he dropped his head back into the nook of your neck.

The two of you were breathing heavily at that point. You remained in a puddle on the bed as San got up to take the condom off and properly dispose of it before returning to your side. He wiped his fingers on one of the towels as you finally reopened your eyes to look right into his eyes, still afraid to see the damage done from him fucking you during your period.

"We should get cleaned up, baby," San said. "Why don't I help you?"

San tucked his arms beneath your back and legs, lifting you off the bed. You held onto his shoulders as he walked you to the bathroom.

"Besides," he continued. "We could always go for round two in the shower. Right, baby?"

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Saddle Up

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, kinda subby cowboy hongjoong, real men whimper and cry, dacryphilia, praise, overstimulation, creampie, handjob, oral, cum play, cum eating *not proofread, just pure horny

[IM SAVING SO MANY FUCKING HORSES RN DAWG]

His eyes are rolling back into his head as you rode him. His hands grab at your hips, his thighs tensing under you. His shirt once neat was now crumpled and hastily unbuttoned. His chest was now littered with soft red lines, as you drug your nails over his skin.

The cowboy hat on his head sat unsteadily as your hips only bounced with more vigour. Hongjoong stared up at you as he bucked his hips up from under you. The rough fabric of his jeans against your thighs is sure to leave your thighs sore. “Baby, fuck- Just like that,” His moans are slowly getting breathier and more pitched as you clenched around him.

Hongjoong’s nails dug into your hips, letting his hands loosely follow your movements. You stopped for a moment, steadying your hands behind you, on his thighs. You watched his mouth fall open as you roughly fucked yourself on his cock. “Fuck, make me cum- Baby, please make me cum-!”

Hongjoon’s mouth fell open as he whined through his release. You didn’t stop for a second, splitting yourself open on his cock rapidly. His grip on your hips tightened as you rode him through his orgasm. You pulled off of him, straddling his thighs. You stroked his cock swiftly, using his own cum to make the slide easier.

You leaned down, keeping your eyes on him as you pressed a kiss to his leaking tip. Hongjoong let out a string of curses, thrashing as you brought him to another orgasm so quickly. He wrapped his hand over yours, forcing you to get him through his next one. Hongjoong looked at you with tears in his eyes, the sensitivity no doubt catching up to him, “Aah- Your mouth, please baby-”

Hongjoong arched his back off the bed, his hand squeezing around yours. “I need- Fuck- Need your mouth ‘round me, please baby-!” You couldn’t help but coo at how he whined for you, locking your eyes on his as you swirled your tongue around his mushroom tip. Hongjoong is biting so hard at his lip, his hips shaking as your mouth sinks down on him.

There’s a mess of cum, spit, and your arousal soaked into his jeans. But the mess only spurs you on, wanting, no, needing to see Hongjoong fall apart again. You sank deep on his cock, taking in as much of him as you could. Hongjoong bucked his hips when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You choked and sputtered around him, more drool pooling out of your mouth.

Hongjoong carefully held the back of your head as he shakily fucked your face. His moans were now full blown whimpers, tears streaking down his cheeks as he used your mouth. His movements grow sloppy every time he hits the back of your throat. All it takes is you looking up at him with teary eyes for him to blow another load. Hongjoong held your mouth down on his cock, coating your throat with his cum.

He removes his hands from you, his chest heaving as he watches you swallow his load. You moved up to straddle his hips again, grinding your wet, messy pussy against his aching cock, cooing at his twitches weakly. Hongjoong looks up at you with bleary eyes, cheeks and lips flushed a rosy pink and his chest heaving with every inhale. You nearly moan at his expression alone, watching his eyebrows furrow as you grind your hips on his.

Your eyes shift to the hat that sat on his head. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you lean over to take it, putting it on your own head. Hongjoong knows what this implies; it was the sole reason you dragged him to the bed as soon as he got back to his hotel room, but Hongjoong moans nonetheless. You lean back away from him, pushing the hat down onto your head as you grinned down at him.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy indeed.

[xosannie]

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3:00 am

☆Genre: Smut 18+ MDNI

☆Pairing: roommate!Seonghwa x fem!reader

☆Word Count: 4.1k

☆Warning: pwp (?), gentle/soft Seonghwa, unprotected sex (be safe horny ppl), needy reader, fingering (f receiving), pet names (princess, baby), some dirty talk, praise, fucked from behind, (lmk if I missed anything) if you see any typos no you don’t

☆Summary: It’s late and you’re too horny to sleep. Luckily you find your roommate up late as well. Come to your surprise he’s willing to help you.

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You let out an exaggerated sigh of annoyance, shifting on your back after tossing and turning for a while. You stare up at the dark ceiling, admitting defeat after trying to fall asleep and failing miserably. You checked the time, looking over at the clock on your bedside table.

 3:04 am

It was late at night, and here you are laying restless on the bed, aching between your legs. You didn’t know why, but you just felt so horny. Earlier you tried to do something about it, but your fingers weren’t enough to get you close. You tried to ignore the feeling between your legs, but every time you shut your eyes images of dirty scenarios pop into your head.

You kick the covers off you, the cold night air biting into the flesh of your bare legs. You slowly pull yourself off the bed, well if you couldn’t sleep might as well get yourself a little snack. You stepped out the room and into the hallway, quietly walking past your roommate, Seonghwa’s room.

 You cocked your head to the side when you noticed a small light emanating from underneath his door. Oh, Seonghwa is awake, why is he up so late? You knock on the door and slowly turn the knob when you hear a low “Come in”, from the other side. 

Seonghwa sat at his desk, lamp shining brightly beside him. He was wearing his black, silk pajamas, back facing you as he focused on the legos in his hands. You roll your eyes, entering his room and sitting on his bed. 

“Are you really building legos at 3 am?”

 “Yup,” he says popping the ‘p’ sound. 

“Why?” 

“Can’t sleep,” he shrugs.

“That makes two of us,” you mumble.

You plop backwards on his mattress, arms sprawled out on the covers and you hear Seonghwa chuckle deeply. 

“Why can’t you sleep?”

You pause for a moment, well you certainly can’t tell him the real reason. ‘Oh well I’m so horny, it’s preventing me from sleeping.’ Seonghwa doesn’t need to know that.

“Just… restless.”

You hear a small scoff coming from Seonghwa, he still doesn’t turn your direction. He was too fixated on attaching one of the Lego pieces together in the correct spot. 

“I don’t believe you.”

You propped yourself on your elbows to look at Seonghwa, shooting him a confused look.

“What?”

“You’re a horrible liar.”

He puts the legos down and finally turns around in his chair to face you. 

“What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.”

You seriously debate if you should tell the truth or not. I mean, you and Seonghwa have talked about personal stuff before. You guys have lived with each other for while now so you know each other like the back of your hands. Seonghwa raises his brows at you, watching you intently as you pondered.

You let out a sigh and sit up straight. Seonghwa turned his chair around so he could face you better.

“Well… ugh, don’t laugh okay.”

“I’m not gonna laugh, what’s up?”

You take a deep breath, cheeks started to feel warmer from what you were about to say.

“I’m just… horny. So I can’t sleep.”

Seonghwa blinked at you, a little taken aback by your words.

“Oh.”

You let out a groan, falling back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to hide your face in. You heard Seonghwa chuckle a little and you kicked him. 

“I said don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing at you. You have me worried for a second, I thought it was gonna be something serious.”

“This is serious!”

Your voice was muffled from the pillow, Seonghwa couldn’t help but find your embarrassment endearing. 

“Just go masturbate or something.”

“I tried, but I couldn’t get close.”

You finally sit up, throwing the pillow back on the bed. Your body slumped forward as you frowned.

“Don’t you have some sort of vibrator or something?”

“It’s dead and I lost the charger,” your mumbled.

Seonghwa laughs softly again, he reached up to ruffle your hair and you glared at him.

“Seonghwa, stop that.”

You shoo’s his hand away and he smiles.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you. Just try to ignore it.”

He sits back in his chair crossing his arms. You glare at him again, not enjoying the smug look on his face. 

“You want me dead.”

“So dramatic,” he rolls his eyes. 

Seonghwa thinks for a moment while you sulk on his bed. He bit his lip, taking in a breath before speaking.

“Well… I have an idea, but i don’t know how you’ll feel about it.”

Your head perks up, at his words. You felt like you were so desperate for release that you would do anything so you could sleep.

“What is it? I’ll do anything at this point.”

“Well… maybe you need a helping hand.”

You cock your brow up, what did he mean by that? 

“Helping hand?” You ask slowly.

“Yeah, a second person…”

Your heart started to race a bit faster. What did Seonghwa mean by that? And why was his request only making the ache between your legs grow stronger.

Seonghwa stared blankly at you, waiting for your reply. He rolls his eyes when you remain silent, he can see you weren’t fully grasping his words.

“I’m saying you need to be fucked.”

“I mean… yeah I do but I don’t necessarily have anyone. Especially since it’s 3 in the morning.”

“I can do it.”

Now it was your turn to stare blankly at him. You body froze and your eyes wide, but on the inside you were screaming ‘WHAT THE FUCK SEONGHWA? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’LL DO IT? WAIT, WHY DO I WANT TO SAY YES?’

Seonghwa snaps his fingers at you while calling your name. You snap back to reality, not realizing that you just short circuited. 

“Sorry for a second there I thought you said you would fuck me.”

“I did.”

“Seonghwa!”

“What?! I’m just trying to help. Look if you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine.”

Seonghwa waves his hands in defense, feeling a little embarrassed for suggesting such a thing. He was ready to just pretend like nothing happened and shrug off your rejection, but then you spoke.

“I never say I didn’t want to.”

Seonghwa looked back at you, feeling his heart race faster at your words. He clears his throat and stands up off the chair. You look up at him, suddenly feeling small while he towered over your sitting form.

“Then, let’s get started. The faster we finish the faster you get to sleep.”

Seonghwa sat on the bed, back pressed against the head board as he gestured you to come sit in his lap. Your body moved on auto pilot, crawling over to him and straddling his lap.

“Are you sure this is okay, Seonghwa?”

“It’s okay, I’m just trying to help my friend. If you don’t want this.. just tell me and I’ll stop.”

You felt his fingers graze your cheek as he cupped your jaw. You were already so needy that the gentle touch sent electricity through your body.

“No… I want this. I need this.”

“Alright then.”

Seonghwa smiles feeling relieved at your words. He looked down at your body, admiring how you looked in your oversized shirt and small shorts. His hands ran up your bare thighs, he chuckled when he sees the goosebumps rising up on your skin.

“You look very pretty like this. I always love it when you wear these small shorts.”

His hands reach up to grip your hips. The small touches make you feel more needy, and you couldn’t help it when a whine escaped your lips.

“Seonghwa, please I need you now. Don’t tease me.”

Seonghwa pouts at you, brushing your hair out of your face. He shows mercy, after all you’ve been needy for so long (he also couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to feel you.)

“Aww baby, don’t fret.”

He leans forward, placing soft kisses on your neck. You reach up, gripping at the silk material of his pajama shirt. You let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his plump lips on your hot skin. He gripped your hips to pull you closer and you let out a small yelp. 

Your pussy ached, Seonghwa swore he could feel you throbbing through the thin material of your clothes. That made him feral, he didn’t know what took over him when he gripped your shorts and pulled them down your hips.

You gasped, shifting slightly so Seonghwa could slide the shorts off your legs. You let out another whine when his long, cold fingers slid through your wet folds. Seonghwa groaned against your neck. 

“Fuck you’re so wet baby.”

“I told you I’m horny.”

“You’re so cute.”

His praises only make you feel even needier. His voice was so soft when he spoke to you and his warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine. You gently pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck when he licked a warm strip on your jaw.

You felt Seonghwa slowly rub circles on your clit with ease. You couldn’t help it when your hips started to grind down against his fingers, his digits sliding against your folds in the best way possible.

“Oh you’re such a needy girl grinding on my fingers like that.”

You nod and hummed in agreement. Never in a million years did you think your roommate would be touching you this way, but right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was Seonghwa and his gentle touches. The whole time you were enjoying yourself Seonghwa  was admiring you, you’re so beautiful it’s mesmerizing.

“Why don’t you say it for me princess?”

“Hm?”

“Tell me you’re my needy girl.”

You felt your core ache with need at his words. Subconsciously, you began to grind harder on his fingers, your hips moving faster the more you grew desperate. Seonghwa smiles to himself at the sight, feeling his own arousal building up in his pants.

“I’m your… needy girl Seonghwa. Please take care of me.”

Seonghwa groaned at the sound of your voice. He pulled his fingers away, grabbing your hips and gently moving you on the bed. Your body felt like putty at this point that you moved without resistance, letting Seonghwa control your body however he wanted. 

“You sound so pretty, I’m gonna take real good care of you okay? Then you can sleep so well.” 

The only response you could muster was a small whine and a nod. Seonghwa didn’t mind though, he knew you were probably already too lost to even form words.

Seonghwa had you laying on your stomach, you cheek pressed against the pillow and your legs spread wide. His hands slid down your body, cupping your ass while he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder blade.

“Can you move your hips up darling?”

You nod, moving your hips while Seonghwa pulled you up simultaneously. You were now ass up, legs spread wide and pussy on full display. What a sight for sore eyes. Seonghwa couldn’t feel his dick twitching in his pants just by looking at you.

He noticed the way your folds glistened with arousal, he moaned at the sight, taking two fingers and sliding them in with ease. 

You whine in the pillow, rocking your hips on his fingers. He slowly started to pump them in and out, holding your hips to keep your still.

“You’re so wet… and warm. What got you this horny in the first place?”

You shrug, turning your head to speak clearer.

“I don’t know…. I just started to feel this way.  But once you began to touch me…”

You let out whines between your word and Seonghwa watched you endearingly. He smiled at you softly as he continued to thrust his fingers as deep as they can go. 

“Did my touch make you more needy?”

You let out a long whine, nodding against the pillow. Seonghwa felt his whole body ignite with desire at your reaction. He needed you, badly. And the fact that you felt the same was doing something to Seonghwa. 

He wanted to keep touching you, and give you all the pleasure you deserve. But the more he looked at you and the more he played with you, he just grew too needy. And by the way your hips were desperately trying to fuck back against his fingers, he’s confident to say you were feeling the same.

“Oh god. I’m gonna fuck you now. Is that okay?”

You nodded eagerly, gripping tightly to the bedsheets beneath you.

“Yes yes please. I can’t wait any longer.”

Seonghwa chuckled at your neediness. He slowly pulled his fingers out, groaning when he saw the slick of your arousal glisten on them.

“I got you princess, I won’t make you wait.”

He pulled the waistband off his pajama pants down to his mid thigh. He grabbed hold of the base, his dick literally throbbing in his hand. He rubbed his red tip against your hole making him moan and you whimper at the feeling. 

“I can’t wait to feel you baby. I’m gonna put it in,” he warned.

Once he saw you nod against the pillow he was ready to go. Seonghwa placed his hand flat on the small of your back, the head of his cock prodded at your hole before he slowly pushed it in.

You let out a gasp, finally feeling what you’ve been yearning for all night. Seonghwa took in a sharp breath, head falling back as he slowly pushed his dick inside you. You were both letting out long moans, and you felt you legs start to tremble already. 

Seonghwa wasn’t the biggest in the world, but god did he feel amazing. He was the perfect size just for you, and when he fully bottoms out and you feel his pelvis pressed against your ass, you were filled just right. No pain, no discomfort, just bliss. 

“Oh my god,”you whispered. 

You both stayed that way for a moment, Seonghwa leaned forward with his chest flushed against your back. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you impossibly closer and you can feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck.

“You have the most perfect pussy. Feels so good,” he mumbled. 

You were going to reply, but your words got caught in your throat when you felt Seonghwa  start to rock his hips back and forth. Your whole body was filled with pleasure and you felt your mind start to cloud. Seonghwa rested his hands on either side of your head, hovering over you. He chuckled when he saw your expression change from desperate needy, to a blissed out face. 

He was so close you could feel his long hair tickling your cheek. He leaned down to kiss your head, whispering praises in your ear. His room was filled with lewd moans, the bed squeaking and hitting the wall. But his favorite, was the sound of his cock pounding deep inside your wet pussy. He tried to keep his own moans down, wanting to only hear yours, but it was hard when you started to clench around him.

You gripped at the pillow beneath you, hiding your face in it and letting out muffled moans. Seonghwa was fucking you just right, hitting all the spots you could never reach on your own. Seonghwa tsked at you, watching the way you hide away into the pillow.

“No no baby let me hear your pretty moans.”

You whine, turning your head to the side to let out clearer moans. Seonghwa pulled away, you felt a rush of air hit your skin. You already missed his touch. You turned to look over your shoulder, ready to let out a protest. But before you could Seonghwa gripped tightly to your hips and drilled into you. 

You let out a yelp and you head fell back on the pillow. The bed squeaked louder beneath you, it wouldn’t be a shock if you hear a complaint from the neighbors the next morning. You reached behind you to grip Seonghwa’s hip, pulling him against you to feel him even deeper. 

Seonghwa groaned, he was mesmerized at the sight of you sucking up his length with ease. He watched intently, grabbing the flesh of your ass and spreading them apart to give him a better view. 

“That’s it baby take my dick, you deserve it. You deserve to get fucked.”

“Seonghwa you fuck me so good. I love it… please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop princess. Not when you look this good…fuck and feel this good.”

Your legs trembled uncontrollably and Seonghwa noticed. He cooed at the sight rubbing his hand against your back.

“Aw baby are you getting tired?”

You whine, nodding with a small pout. You felt so weak your legs would give out in any moment. He chuckled, pushing you down on the mattress.

“Lay down pretty girl, you did so good just lay there and take it.”

You whimpered, your body fell fully on the bed but Seonghwa didn’t stop. He repositioned himself she could fuck you at the new angle. He hovered over you again, resting his weight on his hands beside you head, You whined and cried into the pillow, you couldn’t control any of the sounds leaving your lips. At this point you didn’t care that it was near 4 am, and neither did Seonghwa. 

With the new position you felt impossible tighter around Seonghwa’s dick. He wasn’t gonna last very long, he grunted loudly cursing in your ear. You felt your own orgasm creep up, you have never came from another man fucking you. Seonghwa just felt so good, he filled you up just right it was like his dick was made for you. 

You reach up behind you, cupping the back of Seonghwa’s neck. Seonghwa leaned in to kiss your cheek, jaw, neck any place he could reach.

“Seonghwa baby I’m close. Please don’t stop please I’m gonna cum for you.”

Seonghwa groaned at your words, his own orgasm dangerously close as well.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Cum on my dick.”

You moaned louder, nodding your head. You turned you head back to the best of you abilities. You and Seonghwa stared into each others eyes, you don’t know what came over you, but the way his lips parted while he panted and his brows furrowed with pleasure. You couldn’t stop yourself when you pulled him down to connect your lips together. 

Seonghwa moaned in the kiss, gripping your jaw with one hand. He snakes it down to wrap around your neck. He didn’t apply pressure, he just wanted to hold it there. A small reminder that right now you were his. The moment you felt Seonghwa slide his tongue in your mouth you were ready to be pushed off the edge. 

Seonghwa whimpered when you tightened around him, he knew your were close. He needed to see it, needed to see you unwind on his cock. He whispered against your lips in a low seductive voice.

“Cum for me baby, you deserve it.”

And with that, your body let go. You pulled away to fall against the mattress, hiding in the pillow as you moaned loudly in it. Your body felt like it was on fire, and your eyes rolled in the back of you head. Seonghwa gripped tightly to your hip when he felt you cum on his cock. His own hips faltered, and he pulled out to release hot cum all over your ass and lower back. His moans were so beautiful, so soft yet sexy. 

You felt like you were on cloud nine, panting against the pillow with your body feeling weak. Seonghwa stared at you, fucked out and limp on his bed. He chuckled breathlessly, leaning in to kiss your shoulder.

“Good girl.”

You let out a weak whine, the sound being muffled by the pillow. He pushed your hair to the side, leaning in to kiss the back of your neck. He caressed your body in a soothing manner, that was probably the best sex he’s ever had and little did he know you were thinking the same thing. 

Seonghwa reached to his bedside drawer to pull out some baby wipes. You shivered when the cold, wet wipes made contact to your skin while Seonghwa cleaned you up. You giggle against the pillow, turning back to look at Seonghwa.

“Thank you.”

Seonghwa smiled back at you, throwing the soiled wet wipe in the trash. He adjusted your shirt so it could cover your body again, giving your some decency. You giggle at the action and shift around so you were on your back. Seonghwa pushed his hair behind his ear, trying not to look at you body (even though he just fucked you against the mattress). You noticed him suddenly get shy, and you reached up to hold his hand.

“I enjoyed it, thank you Seonghwa.”

“Me too.”

Seonghwa smiled brightly at you. He grips your hand tightly, holding it in his lap. You both suddenly felt a weird tension in the air. Did that really just happen? You sit up, scooting closer to Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa stared into you eyes, he wanted to reach up and kiss you again but he didn’t want to possibly make you uncomfortable (again, he was just thrusting his dick in you a few seconds ago). You both stared at each other for a moment, having a new revelation about one another. 

“So… that was new.” Seonghwa spoke.

You giggled and nodded. You could see Seonghwa relax a bit at the sound of your laugh. 

“Very new.”

Seonghwa looked down at your hand in his. You followed his gaze and gripped his hand tighter.

“It was a good new,” you assured. 

“Good.”

You both stare at each other again and you clear your throat when you notice the tension creep up again. 

“Well, I’m actually really tired now. So thank you for helping me.”

Seonghwa nodded, almost forgetting the whole reason why this started in the first place. He felt a small pang of disappointment when you pulled your hand away and he felt you shift on the bed, ready to get up and go.

“Wait… you’re leaving?”

You looked back at Seonghwa’s, your heart ached when you saw the disappointment glint in his eyes.

“I just thought maybe you would want me to sleep in my room.”

“No, stay here. Sleep with me.”

He gripped your hand again to pull you closer. You felt relief at his words, glad he didn’t want you to go. You stood in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“If you’re okay with it then… I will.”

Seonghwa chuckled, pulling you back in bed. You squealed at the sudden action and you felt the fluffy pillow beneath your head.

“Obviously I’m okay with it. Don’t treat me like one of your one night stands.”

You giggle at his words, you pulled him down so he could hover over you. You cup his cheek and hold him close.

“No I would never do that. Besides I live with you I have to see you.”

Seonghwa chuckles. He glanced at your lips, wanting to kiss them again. He pushed your hair out of you eyes, his touch was so gentle it made your stomach flip. You could tell he was getting shy again, damn he’s so cute.

“Seonghwa you don’t need to act bashful. You just fucked me so deep and now you’re too shy to kiss me.”

Seonghwa bursted out laughing at your remark, hiding his face in your neck. He felt his ears burn in embarrassment.

“Leave me alone,” he whined.

You chuckled, pulling him up and placing a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed you back immediately, cupping your cheek gently. How could he be so caring and soft when a few minutes ago he was passionately thrusting into you. Now that’s a man with duality.

“Let’s go to bed, it’s really late.” Seonghwa mutters against your lips. 

You nod, pulling Seonghwa in for one last kiss. 

“Okay.”

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The next morning you woke up in bed, but it wasn’t your bed. Deliriously, you examined Seonghwa’s room, it was dim due to the curtains shutting out the bright morning sun. You were a little sad when you felt the bed was empty with only you in it. You picked up the phone to read the time but you were met with a text from Seonghwa.

Nerd (Seonghwa): Sorry I had to leave for dance practice :( I had fun last night though, I’ll see you when I get home <3

You smile after reading the text, plopping back down on Seonghwa’s bed with a content sigh. 

“Damn it Seonghwa. What did you just start?”

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a/n: I’m writing a new fic and I’m really excited about it >_< (ofc it’s another Mingi one Oop- who should I write about next?)

[xosannie]

me again! just saw ODLS. Okay, so... you are great at writing! And also, how tf are you a virg!n and describe s3x that well? I'm 9 years older than you (one of the reasons this is anon) and i've been reading fics, smuts and all of that for a whiiiiile now and wow, the ones that i read from you are so good.

I’m glad you think it’s good :3 there are times I feel a little insecure about my writing so hearing your praise is nice :) I’ve read a lot of fics (and watch a lot of p0rn lmao) I guess I just have a wild imagination :p